#dunno why it wasn’t picked up on earlier though

[soliusss]

I love reading posts about allistic/neurotypical behavior. Everything makes sense. Apparently in conversations there are cues for beginnings and ends you’re supposed to pick up on. And that’s how you dont accidentally talk over someone else. I do not have the Sensors for that. And that’s just one example of many. This stuff is crazy. No wonder I can’t make friends apparently there’s like 20 million social rules I’m unaware about. Doesnt feel like I’m missing out on much though, it sounds exhausting

[riahollywood]

jealousy, jealousy | erling haaland

featuring; erling haaland x fem!reader

in which; a jealous erling has his way with you after watching you and jack get a little too close for his liking.

requests; open! I love writing little things like this so please feel free to send me any requests/prompts.

“it’s my birthday, you have to do a shot with me!” jack exclaimed, pushing the shot of vodka towards you across the table.

“ugh, not vodka though, jack!” you replied, scrunching your nose up at the glass infront of you.

“c’mon, it’s just one shot.” jack looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you couldn’t resist, sighing and picking up the shot.

you had became close with jack over the past few months through his friendship with your boyfriend, erling. you had only been officially together for a little over 2 weeks, but jack had been on the scene since your very first meeting with erling.

jack moved to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he encouraged you to drink the shot.

you reluctantly cheersed to jack and knocked it back, sticking your tongue out at the sensation that was left once you swallowed the liquid.

across the room, you noticed erling had stopped his conversation with one of jack’s friends and his eyes were practically burning through you.

you moved away from jack’s grasp and put the shot glass down onto the table.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” jack asked and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

you felt a hand back at your waist, looking down you saw it was much larger than jack’s and the grip was much tighter. erling.

“can I steal my girl from you?” erling asked jack, voice dark and accent thick.

“sure, she’s had a birthday shot with me, she’s free to go now.” jack replied and erling gave him a quick smile before grabbing your hand and leading you away.

“babe, are you okay?” you asked but erling continued his stride with you in tow.

“don’t call me babe.” he replied as the two of you exited the club.

“what’s going on?” you asked, scanning his face for any hint of a clue.

“we’re going home.” he replied, no emotion to his voice or face.

“why the urgency?” you asked as you both climbed into the car.

he ignored your question and started driving, eyes fixated on the road ahead of him and jaw clenched shut.

you had no idea what his problem was. he was absolutely fine before going into the club, telling you how beautiful you looked in your short black strapless dress.

you figured if he was going to be petty, so would you.

upon entering his home, you ignored him and headed straight upstairs to his bathroom to get ready for bed.

you were about to take your makeup off when your phone buzzed so you took it out to see what the notification was.

right on queue, erling appeared at the door.

“that jack on the phone?”

you furrowed your brows. “jack? no, why would jack be messaging me?”

he shook his head and you thought back to the evening’s events. was erling being jealous?

“I dunno, you seemed to love his touch when you were flirting with him earlier.” he scoffed.

your eyes widened. “oh my god, is that what this is about?!”

he rolled his eyes.

“because I did a shot with your best friend at his birthday?!” you exclaimed.

“no, it’s about you loving his hands all over you.”

“erling you’re being ridiculous now. it’s not my fault if jack is handsy.”

“it’s your fault for loving it.” he said and you huffed in disbelief.

he walked towards you, pushing you back so you were right up against the counter top next to the sink.

you were taken by surprise when his hand went up your dress, running over your silky knickers.

“jack wouldn’t be able to make you come like i do.”

you were at a loss for words as his hand stroked you through your underwear.

“erling…”

“what, baby?” he asked, moving his hands underneath your knickers and touching your wetness.

“did jack get you wet?” he asked softly, eyes staring at yours.

“n-no.” you managed to stammer out.

erling smirked before slowly entering two fingers into you.

“who made you this wet then?” he asked.

you gulped.

“you.”

he smirked again.

“what was that, I didn’t quite hear you.”

he picked up a faster pace with his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. you gasped at the sensation.

“you, erling. you.” you repeated, desperate for him to continue.

much to your displeasure he removed his fingers and turned you around so you were still pushed up against the counter but now facing the mirror.

you watched in the mirror as he stood behind you, attaching his lips to your shoulder. he left a gentle kiss there before working his way up to your neck where he became more rough, softly biting and licking each spot as he travelled up to your ear.

“looks like you need reminding who you belong to.”

you whimpered at his words, you were so turned on.

he reached down and unzipped your dress, pulling it down your body and throwing it to the other side of the room.

he quickly stripped of his own clothes, taking his length into his hand and stroking up and down whilst not taking his eyes off you in the mirror.

“i’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

all you could do was let out another pathetic whimper at his words.

he pulled your underwear off your body and you stepped out of them.

“now, be a good girl and bend over so I can fuck you.”

you did exactly as you were told, his words making you even more desperate than you already were.

erling gripped onto your hips and entered you hard and fast, making you moan out in shock.

this was unlike him. he was usually a sweet and gentle lover, concerned his size could hurt you. it was a completely different size to him you hadn’t seen before, and you loved it.

he picked up his pace, each thrust hitting your sweet spot as his grip on your hips stayed tight.

erling removed one of his hands to pull your hair back, holding it in place with his fist as his pace showed no signs of slowing down.

“look at you as I fuck you, baby.” he ordered, pulling your hair back and making you look at the mirror as he continued to ram into you.

“does that feel good?”

��yes erling, oh my god.” you moaned out in pleasure.

“only I can make you feel this way.” he spoke possesively, his thrusts getting even more hard and fast as he pictured you with jack earlier on that evening.

“only me.” he repeated.

you moaned his name as you could feel your high approaching, each thrust now making you see stars.

he brought his lips to your ear.

“are you going to be a good girl and moan my name when you come around my big cock?”

his words were too much for you and you moaned his name as you clenched around him and let the feeling overcome you. as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him he let you of your hair and groaned expletives as he came in you.

you both took a few moments to catch your breath and erling pulled out of you.

“I don’t think you’re going to flirt with my friends again.” he spoke, that cheeky smirk back on his face.

[idontplaytrack]

You & I

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort. quarrelling, coarse language

In which reader’s home life is a mess and she would always run to Janis for comfort and safety.

Requested? Yes / No

p.s. I dunno if y’all are expecting a long one but its a pretty short one, I’m sorry😬

“I told you, I don’t care what you think- I go to work, and you’re at home so the chores are your problem.” Your Dad yells, his voice making your breath hitch. You tried to tune it out and just continued shoving whatever you could into your backpack, periodically glancing at your phone to see if Janis has responded to your text asking if you could go over.

“What the hell does she do all day?!” You heard vaguely. Screwing your eyes shut, you continued hearing, “She goes to school two, three days a week barely a few hours a day. You can’t ask her to help out?! It’s all on me?!”

With tears pricking at your eyes, you forcefully zipped up your backpack, grabbed your phone and made a mad dash down the stairs and straight to the front door. Nothing else was more important than getting out of that house before they could stop you, and before things got worse and stuff gets thrown everywhere. It was a goddamn blessing that Janis lived just 10 minutes away from you, so you could walk there. She calls you while you were on your way there, but she’s already responded to your earlier text that you could be over there anytime. You didn’t pick up, though. You were trying as hard as you could not to breakdown while in public.

Finally arriving at Janis’s you stood in front of her door, pressing the doorbell as you breath became laboured and the dreaded lump in your throat makes its presence known rudely.

“y/n.” Janis answered the door, knowing it was you. “Come on in, darling. I texted you to ask you to wait for me but you didn’t reply so I guessed that you were already on your way.”

The reason for your visit was almost instantly given away by the disheveled look of yours bulky backpack on your shoulder. She takes the backpack from you and led you to sit down. You did so, following her lead as you desperately attempted to blink your tears away. Janis wasn’t big on hugs but she saw you about to cry, she engulfs you in a hug without any hesitation, rubbing your back and telling you that you were okay. That’s never worked out well for you- you’ve always burst into tears when she says that.

Maybe it was because you knew you were truly safe here, physically and emotionally.

“Did they hit you, baby?” She asks quietly.

“No.” You choked on a sob.

She slowly broke away from the hug after a minute or so, analysing your arms and legs. “Babe, what’s the deal with that redness on your thigh?”

You looked at where she was pointing at, realising what she meant. “I was rushing around my room to pack my stuff into my bag, in a hurry. Bumped into a corner of my desk and it broke the skin.”

“You didn’t feel that?” Janis asks, worried.

“I didn’t. Until you pointed it out.” You winced.

She nodded, “Alright. I’m gonna go get the stuff to help you clean that up and a bandaid.”

You weren’t sure why, but once she even started to stand up, you started crying, telling her to stay with you. “Honey, it’s okay. I’m just going to get the first-aid kit. You’re bleeding.” Janis’ words were direct but not harsh. A small sigh falls from her lips as she took you by the hand to go grab the necessary items together with her. She wasn't mad at you and typically, you'd know that. But currently, you were so on the edge from what happened at home that every little thing could make you sob and have a meltdown.

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As she dabbed the cotton pad with antiseptic on your wound to get it clean, you seethed, barely able to keep still as tears threatened to prick your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. I know, it stings but I don't want it to get infected." She continues to do so while talking at you, as though a tactic to distract you and get you to focus on her instead. Did it work? Barely.

She carefully places a bandaid over the cleaned cut and told you she was going to throw away the trash in her hands. Now that you were a little bit calmer than before, you let her walk away alone. It didn't even take her a minute and you could see her, but in your mind, you know you just simply could not be alone until you felt completely safe and normalcy returns for you.

She asks you what you wanted to do but you didn't know. Nothing was on your mind. She asks if she could put her arms around you and hug you, knowing that sometimes, you didn't like that. But this time, you agreed to it. "Okay."

"Okay." Janis said back, gently wrapping her arms around you to hold you as she sat together with you on the couch. "Do you want the TV on or off?"

"It's fine, leave it on. You were probably watching something before I came over." You say, snuggling against her chest.

“Rewatching. Charmed.” She smiled a little, “You wanna watch with me?”

“So you can tell me I look like one of the sisters again?” You joked.

“Maybe.” She grins.

“Come on, you know you like the show. Stop denying it.” She giggled, reaching for the remote to press play.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked mindlessly, not intending on focusing on the show.

“Baby, I’ve told you this- Phoebe Halliwell was my gay awakening.” Janis replies.

“Really? I thought it was Prue.”

“Maybe her too.” Janis hugs you tighter, “So you were listening.”

“Of course I was.”

Unknowingly, you were at ease, no longer struggling to breathe or on the verge of tears. “I like Prue.” You mentioned casually.

“Oh, yeah?” She looks at you, brushing the hair out of your face as she presses a kiss on your lips, “Maybe I should give you a little treat some time and dress up like her.”

You chuckled, kissing her in reciprocation. “Thanks. For cheering me up. And…everything, really.”

“Anytime, darling.”

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 6

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. The party is quickly approaching. Things with Alastor escalate, violently.

Warnings: Handjob, blood, cannibalism?. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Song reference - Loneliest Day by System of a Down Movie reference - Tatum's death in Scream (1996)

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 6: Control

The party was coming up fast and you were diligently planning. Asmodeus was taking a lot off your plate by providing location, security, bar, and food. For that you were grateful. You had collected the guest list and sent out invites. You spent part of the day at Ozzie’s going over the floor plan and working with their stage manager to book some entertainment. Everything seemed to be in order. 

 Due to it being formal attire, you and Angel went shopping. Angel, of course, picked something very revealing that didn’t quite qualify for formal. But he looked great either way. Angel picked out a form-fitting backless red dress for you. 

“Oh my gawwd, that looks amazing on you. Please get this one.” 

“I don’t know, this thigh slit is really high.” 

“Easy access?” 

“Angel…” you scowled. 

“Come on, don’t try to tell me yah couldn’t use a good lay?”

“I admit, I could relax a bit,” you took a breath. “But- that's why I just plan on drinking too much.” 

“Which will make it easier to tap that. Win-win.” 

“You are the wooorrrstttt.” 

“Haha I know babe,” he smiled. “But yah getting this one right?”  

“Fine, yeah,” you turned around to eye the back. “It does make my ass look great.”

“Hell yah it does.”

“The straps are a little loose though, I’ll see if they’ll alter it,” you pulled the strap back up. “Do you have a date?” 

“Nah, I was kinda hopin' Husk would ask me. How about you?” 

“No, I’ve been too busy planning to even think about it.”

“What about Tenticles, huh?,” referring to Alastor. “He’s gonna lurk around you all night anyways,” pausing to think. “I dunno those tentacles could be a lot of fun.” 

“Oh my god Angel,” you laughed. “I am so glad he is too old to know what hentai is.” 

“Ahaha! So you’ve thought about it!” Angel cackled. “You pervvv!” 

In truth, you weren’t really sure if Alastor liked you. On one hand, he didn’t give physical attention to anyone like he did with you, though it was small. You did feel he was different around you, to some degree he could drop his shields. But on the other hand, you didn’t expect anything from him sexually. And you weren’t going to push for it, you wouldn’t enjoy it if he wasn’t enjoying it. Maybe he needed time to become more comfortable in the situation. Maybe this was an old-fashioned type of deal. You really didn’t know and didn’t want to assume either. You also weren’t sure if you wanted to jump into another relationship with another boss. It all made you uneasy. 

You both returned to the hotel feeling accomplished and excited for the party. Your dress would be delivered later after the straps were adjusted. You had already booked a makeup and hair team to service the staff for the party. The florist had confirmed the order was placed. Everything was coming together. 

You headed up to your room for the evening.

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“Hey, Smiles,” Angel called to Alastor who was sitting at the bar. He took a seat. “You gonna ask our girl to be yah date to the party, or what?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Oh come on. I see the way yah look at her.”

“And how’s that exactly?” 

“Like yah want chop her up and put her in a stew. Which I assume is yah idea of romance.” 

“Perhaps you should mind your own business.”

“Alright, but someone else is bound to ask her,” Angel remarked. “In fact, I think Lucifer was lookin’ for her earlier… Just sayin’.” He waved his hand dismissively and walked away. 

Angel was making it up, Lucifer wasn’t looking for you. But he knew the idea of Lucifer taking you on a date would infuriate Alastor and was trying to motivate him. The idea of asking you himself made him choke. You were becoming a weakness and weaknesses get exploited. This was a passing fancy, he lied to himself, and it would fade.  

Tapping his claws on the glass, he grumbled to himself and finished his drink.  

For the next few days, things at the hotel were slow and with the party set you didn’t have much to do. You lay on your bed, relaxing, and shopping on your phone for some shoes to match your dress. Music turned up loud as you sang along.  “And if you goooo, I wanna go with yooou

And if you diiiie, I wanna die with yoooou

Take your hand and walk awaaaaaaaaay”

The music abruptly stopped. 

“A lovely sentiment indeed.” 

You looked towards your CD player, there was Alastor with his finger on the pause button. 

“My apologies, I knocked,” he explained. “This arrived for you, your party dress I assume.” He hung the garment bag off the door of your wardrobe. “A lovely color,” he eyed the dress.

“Oh, thank you, Angel helped me pick it out.”

 “I was wondering. If you aren’t busy, I have an errand to run. I’d like you to accompany me.”

The store was dated and felt like a museum. Smelt like one too. Items from every era cluttered the shelves. You followed him through the store, rows of dimly lit shelves. Despite being cluttered the store was very well organized. Shelves were labeled by decade. Each item had a price tag with a detailed description of its origin. He led you downstairs, the shop seemed to have endless rooms. He paused at a curtained door. 

“Close your eyes, please,” he asked, holding out his hand. You complied. He led you through the doorway. “Alright, you may open them.” 

You were in a large room with wall-to-wall shelves of VHS movies. You were stunned. They had every film you could think of. It looked a lot like an old video store. You were wide-eyed with excitement. Alastor ate up every nuance change in expression, savoring it. 

“This is amaaaazing. Holy shit!” you looked back to Alastor. 

“Well, we only had five movies left,” he said smugly. “Would  be a shame if we ran out.” 

“This is very thoughtful Alastor..” 

“Why the surprise? I am certainly capable of it,” he waved his hand.

“I’m not questioning your ability, more your willingness,” you laughed. 

“Ouch,” he grabbed his chest dramatically. “You wound me.” 

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, laughing. “Where do we even start, there's so many!” 

“The owner has agreed to let us borrow what we please. If there's something you desire, purchasing is an option.” 

“And he’s doing this out of the kindness of his heart? Or is it the fear you instilled in him?”

“How should I know? I am unaware of his ability for kindness or fear, I couldn’t properly measure.” 

“Suuure,” you rolled your eyes. You skimmed the horror section, grabbing a few favorites. Once the stack was too much for you to hold on your own, you called it. “Alright, I think this should suffice. I know it’s not our usual night but we're gonna watch some of these, yah?”

“Of course my dear, I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

Upon returning to the hotel you were greeted by Angel and Lucifer at the bar. They encouraged you to join them. The four of you enjoyed a few drinks. Angel talked about some nonsense going on at the studio. Lucifer was exhausted by the latest meeting with Heaven. Everyone seemed excited about the upcoming party. 

“So, toots, you got a date yet?” Angel asked you but looked at Alastor. He glared. 

“Hasn’t really been a priority,” you commented, also glaring at Angel, knowing exactly what he was doing. “But thanks for your concern… What about you Husk? Do you have a date?” you asked, staring at Angel. 

“Uh..” Husk looked from Angel to you and back to Angel, your eyes intensely burning into one another. “Yeah, I’m going to say out of whatever this is…” He held his hands up, backing away from the rest of you. 

Lucifer laughed. He’d been enjoying his time at the hotel. Being around so many people was overwhelming. But when it was small groups like this he felt more comfortable. And what was taking place in front of him was too amusing to pass up. Alastor pretending he wasn’t uncomfortable was delectable to Lucifer. He had caught on right away to what the spider was trying to accomplish. 

“Oh, hmm,” Lucifer said. “I didn’t even think about that. Maybe I should get a date for the party!” He winked at Angel. Angel smirked back. 

“Oh absolutely Your Highness, anyone who anyone is gonna have a plus one,” Angel nudged you. “And I don’t want yah to be a loser, babe.” 

“Says he without a date!” you jabbed back. 

“What about you Alastor?” Lucifer asked loudly. “Are you taking anyone?”

“Why? Is His Majesty interested?” he sneered. “That’s too bad, I’m afraid I have height requirements.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it! You see, I have this rule about not setting myself up for disappointment.”  Lucifer remarked. 

“Then, how pray tell, does His Majesty live with himself?” Alastor snarled. 

You laid your head on the bar top with a groan. You signaled to Husk you needed another drink.

By the end of the evening, everyone at the bar had a few too many. However, everyone else seemed to be handling it better than you were. No real surprise to either you or Alastor. 

You made it up to your floor but tripped getting out of the elevator. The bag of VHSs on your arm clacked as they hit the ground with you. You lay there laughing for a moment until you felt a tug on your hand. Alastor’s shadow wined at you. Alastor was probably already waiting for you in your room. The shadow started to drag you. You couldn’t help but giggle as you were moved down the hall like a sack of laundry. The shadow dropped you in front of your door. 

“Really now, is that any way for a lady to behave?” Alastor said, opening your door and stepping out. 

He chuckled, picking you up over his shoulder and closing the door with his foot. He tossed you on the bed and proceeded to pull a cassette from the stack and placed it into the player. Taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he then filled the unwatched drawer with the new movies. You tossed your shoes to the floor. 

You enjoyed your secret movie nights with Alastor, it felt like you got to experience a part of him that was just for you. He sat down next to you on the bed, both leaning on the pile of pillows against the headboard.

“Aw man,” you pouted. “I should have made popcorn.”

“Allow me,” he said, snapping his fingers. A bowl appeared in his hand. 

“Ohhh yay!” you reached for the bowl as he pulled away from you. You fell, draped over his lap.  “Heeeyyyyy…” 

“Now now, manners,” he scolded.  

You rolled over onto your back, head still on his lap. You looked up at him with sad puppy eyes. 

“Please Alastor...” 

He shuddered softly. The thought of you begging him sent a chill down his spine. He held his breath and swallowed hard. He resisted the urge to touch you, to see how much more he could make you beg.

“Good girl,” he said, handing you the bowl. 

You didn’t get up, just rolled to the side to see the TV with the bowl in your arm. You shared interesting little tidbits about the movie as it progressed. 

“This part is so stupid,” you laughed. “She could have totally fit through that doggy door.” 

You held up your hand, tilting your arm behind you to offer a few pieces of popcorn to Alastor. He hesitated before eating the kernels from your fingers. Anyone else would be concerned for their phalange's safety, but not you. No one treated Alastor as you did.

Ask her, you ridiculous coward. He fought with himself. He was feeling the stress of his mental dilemma. The fear of having you or not having you. The fear of someone else obtaining you. He glanced at your dress hanging on the wardrobe door.  

“And a standard garage motor is weak as shit. Creative yes, realistic no,” you laughed again. 

He tried to focus on the movie playing, you had said it was your favorite. But every time you laughed or spoke, he could feel the vibrations of your voice on his leg where you lay. Your warm body against his was too distracting. He wasn’t really there for any of the films anyway. His mind wandered, berating himself. The war between what he wanted and what he feared tore him. Could he have such a weakness present in his life? Not only would it put him at risk but you as well. Could he handle something happening to you because of him? 

You adjusted your position. Sitting up, moving from his lap to his chest, leaning more of your body into his. Your head rested below his collarbone. He froze.

“Oh..” you looked up at him, your face close to his. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. Is this okay? Is it too much touching?” 

“No, pet. It’s perfectly fine. Thank you for asking,” he wrapped his arm around you and buried his face in your hair. You let out a soft hum at the sensation. He filled his senses with your scent.

Who were you to treat him the way you did? Pampering him with such gentle kindness. Considering his feelings and needs. Why did he allow it? Why did he endure the attitude and snark you so regularly threw at him? He had killed for far less. But you walk around freely. Wearing his appendage no less. Why did he permit you to continue to exist when you posed such an egregious threat? Alastor demanded control at all times. Nevertheless, you took it out of his hands with such ease. No. He wouldn’t allow it, he told himself. It was time to regain dominion over this situation, he had let it go on long enough. He was the Radio Demon, not some whipped feeble boy. You would do as he wanted, not the other way around. His judgment would not be impaired by anyone, how dare you, he fumed. 

His right hand clutched your hair and bent your head back, left hand at your throat, jerking your face towards his. His stern expression met your startled eyes with determination. But the tender whimper leaving your mouth as you bit your lip dismantled his resolve instantly. Oh fuck, he thought, as he threw caution and control to the wind. His mouth met yours with a ravaging starvation. Your right hand gripped the wrist at your throat, pulling yourself up to straddle him. Harsh breaths and moans pass from his mouth to yours and back again. The hand on your throat drifted down to your hip, wrapping his arm around your waist with a stern tug. He gripped you tightly against him. You moaned. His tongue aggressively dominated your mouth. Your hands gripped his shirt, despite there being no space between you, the distance was unbearable. The hand still in your hair yanked your head to the side, his mouth traveled down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You ground your pelvis into his, and to both your surprise your movements were met with his pulsing erection, bound by his pants. 

Panic started to set in. He felt his self-control slipping. He has had years to master discipline in regards to anger but this was new and uncharted territory. He felt the monster within him stir, craving more. He shoved it down. But with every tilt of your pelvis, the appetite to devour you grew. Desiring to rip the flesh from your bones, savor the taste of your innards sliding down his throat. You ignorant fool, he internally screamed. He had miscalculated once again, of course, you weren’t the threat. He was. 

With a radio static growl, he sank his teeth into your shoulder. You cried out in pain but to his astonishment it only made you grind into him harder. You unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. You curled your fingers around his girth and stroked slowly. His teeth tore into you as his hips bucked. Your screams only fueled the beast lingering inside him. Panting, ragged breaths crept out of his mouth into your ears, spattering blood on your neck. 

“Fu- uuck… Alastor…” you gasped, wanting him to fuck you stupid. “Please…” 

Hearing you plead for him sent him over the edge. A screech of radio static filled the room as he climaxed. His claws cut into your flesh, clawing thick lines of dribbling red across your delicate skin. His neck cracked as his form distorted, eyelids and dial pupils fluttered. Antlers scraped the headboard behind him. Blood dripped from the edges of his mouth, soaking into your shirt, as your palm was filled with warm release.

His back hit the headboard with a thud, breathing hard sharp breaths, and regained clarity. Shaking, he took your face in his hands. Eyes full of trepidation piercing yours. Wanting to say something, anything, but no words came out no matter how hard he tried. He glanced at your gushing wound and with apprehension he watched blood seep out of the puncture marks. Streams of crimson ran down the front of you. 

You heard the bath water start to pour into the tub. Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the bath, gently lowering you into the tub and removing your shirt. He snapped his fingers and a medical kit appeared. He rummaged through it anxiously while you kept pressure on the injury. You sat in silence as the tub filled with orange and pink swirls; water meeting blood. Alastor sutured your wounds. 

You could hear how uneven his breath was. His mind clearly working overtime. Did you not feel the danger? It wouldn’t have mattered if you tried to escape, it probably would have made things worse. But the fact that you didn’t even try, that you were content in letting him consume you; it frightened him. If you had not brought him to climax and clear mind, would he have sunk deeper into his inner demon and destroyed you? His hand shook as he pulled the nylon thread through your skin. You placed your hand on his. 

“Alastor…” you said gingerly. He didn’t look up. “Alastor, look at me.” 

For a moment his eyes fixated on the wound. But slowly traveled up your bruised neck, over your jawline and up to your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, my darling…” he leaned his forehead against yours. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” 

“It’s okay,” you squeezed his hand in yours. “Really, it is.”

He washed the blood off you and placed gauze over the stiched-up wound. You changed into fresh clothes while Alastor removed the blood from his hands and face. Usually, when he found himself bloodied, there was a sense of accomplishment and pride. Tonight, however, he felt sick. Exhausted, you laid down in bed. Alastor picked up his coat. 

“Where do you think you are going?” you asked, patting the bed next to you. “I’d like to be held please.” 

You fell asleep in Alastor’s arms, sore and drained. He nuzzled into your hair. How could you still want him after tonight? A twang of inadequacy deflated his confidence. He didn’t understand, the experience wasn’t exactly fulfilling on your end, just abusive. Yet here you were, permitting him to be close, to touch you. 

You awoke in the morning, alone.

[nerves-nebula]

[Donnie has Krang. He has his family. Yet he finds himself lonely a lot of the time. And bored. Mostly bored. What does a bored turtle in their late 30s do with unrestricted lab access and alchemical technology capable of creating sentient life? He has a baby about it.]

Leo woke up slowly. The dim glow of the Hidden city through her window tried to coax her back to sleep. He was a morning person—he really was—he just also enjoyed that he didn’t have to get up early.

Leo stretched his arms out in long and satisfactorily motion, clumsily grabbing his gem from the table as he pulled his arm back. She used it to check the time.

[2 Missed calls from SadScientist 3:15]

[3 Missed calls from SadScientist 3:16]

[2 Missed calls from SadScientist 3:17]

[1 Missed call from SadScientist 3:45]

[2 Missed calls from SadScientist 3:52]

[Missed calls from SadScientist 4:02]

[3 Missed calls from SadScientist 4:19]

[3 Missed calls from SadScientist 4:23]

Leo rubbed at his arm, squinting at his gem, confusedly. Why would Donnie call him so early?

Annoyed and exhausted, Leo turned her phone face down, opting to curl into Usagi’s side.

Not even a minute later, Leo bolted upright, shoving away from his boyfriend, incidentally waking him up.

Donnie wouldn’t call him to rant about something stupid, because they had a text chat for exactly that so Donnie would stop calling her in the middle of the goddamn night. So why had he done that? Why would he do that?

He hadn’t texted her. What if something had happened? What if he was in danger? It had been nearly two hours since the last call. Oh God-

Leo’s catastrophising was cut short by her boyfriend.

“…Are you going out?” Usagi asked, rubbing at his eyes.

Leo realized, he was up and reaching for his swords. Good. “I’m going to Donnie’s.”

“Did something happen?” He asked, sounding concerned.

“I don’t know.” Leo could feel bad about, the zero context she gave her boyfriend later. She jumped out their bedroom window, and began heading towards Donnie’s house.

oOo

“Mikey!” Leo calls, catching sight of his brother, sat down on Donnie’s doorstep.

“Hey Leo.” Mikey greeted with a half wave, looking up from his phone. “Did Donnie call you here, too?”

“He told you to come over? Is everything okay? I slept through his calls earlier, and now he’s not picking up.”

“I dunno. Don called me, like an hour ago, and he wasn’t making much sense so I stopped by. Then he just told me to wait outside. It’s been like…” Mikey glanced down at his phone, “half an hour-“

Leo shoved past Mikey, pounding on the door. “Donnie! Donnie answer the damn door!”

There was an immediate loud series of muffled noises coming from the other side, that kept Leo from tearing down the door.

A few moments later, the door swung open and, Donnie filled the doorway, looking exhausted and a little bit frantic.

“Oh Leo, y-you’re here too! Great!” Donnie exclaimed.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, urgently.

“What, yeah- oh, hi Mikey. You’re still h-here.” Donnie noticed.

“You told me to wait out here while you got some stuff together.” Mikey reminded him, gaze scrutinizing.

“Oh! Right. S-sorry that took a minute-“

“I’ve been waiting here for thirty, Donnie.”

“My bad. I’ve got to g-g-go check on something real quick, though. I’ll b-be right back, for real this t-time.” Donnie began closing the door, only for Leo to stick his foot in the crack before he could shut it.

“Yeah, no, we’re not doing that. Why did you call me so many times this morning?”

“Oh, nothings wr-wrong I just got a little excited and w-wanted to tell you a-about my newest l-little experiment.” The high pitch Donnie’s voice took on as he spoke was strange, but not super out of the ordinary. Donnie just got like that about his experiments sometimes.

Leo, kicked open the door, and pushed past Donnie. Mikey, shrugged and followed in after her.

“O-okay. I guess this is fine t-too. You can come see them n-n-now.” Donnie said, shutting the door behind them.

“What did you do to your house?” Mikey asked, as the three of them moved deeper inside. The floor and every piece of furniture was padded with fabric and excessive amounts of bubble wrap.

“Baby-proofing.” Donnie answered.

“The fuck do you mean, bab-“ Leo started, interrupted as Donnie rushed forwards to open up the door to his lab.

“Hey sweetie, sorry I w-was g-gone so long, but guess who’s here~”

And Donnie began, cooing and, honest to God, chirping at a plant. Only it wasn’t a plant.

“Oh my God.” Mikey said uncomprehendingly at the babbling baby, now being held in Donnie’s arms.

“Donnie, what, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck?” Leo said. It was too early for this.

“This,” Donnie states simply, “is m-my child. They’re new.” He holds the plant baby up at them. “Aren’t th-they amazing!”

“Oh my God.” Mikey said again, sounding lost between elation and bewilderment.

“Why-“ Leo stopped, reconsidering, “How-“ He was at a loss for words.

“What, even.” Mikey added, sounding like he was holding back laughter.

Donnie stared at them incredulously, pulling the baby back to his plastron, “You g-guys didn’t know?”

Leo pinched his brow, unwilling to process what was happening “How would we know, you didn’t fucking tell us, Donnie?”

“I texted you- oops.”

“Why oops, what’s oops?” Leo interrogated, feeling no small amount of hysterical.

“I did start, texting you…”

“What do you mean, you started?”

“Pasi’s very d-distracting, and I had to get all the necessary details in, but then I r-r-realized, you know what w-would be helpful? A study. Y-you guys would read a study ab-bout my child, wouldn’t y-you. So of course I started m-making observations, but then I r-realized the house was maybe dangerous for a b-b-baby, I don’t actually kn-know. So I fixed it, and while I was fixing it, I realized that I do n-not actually know what baby’s need. So I called y-you to ask about that, b-but you never picked up, but I think I figured it out. Maybe. Also they are very c-cute, which was also distracting.”

Leo wanted to slam his head against a wall. She hoped she was getting that idea across with how she was looking at Donnie, right now.

“Erm- Long s-story short, I never hit s-send.” Donnie finished with a shrug.

Leo’s eye twitched, as Mikey tried to stop his laughter.

“Wait, wait, why’d you tell us to wait outside if you thought we were here to see your kid?” Mikey managed.

“…I am doing a lot of things at once r-right now. Also they’re d-distracting.”

“Donnie, I called you eight times on my way over here!” Leo pushed.

“I assumed you thought the c-calls were unrelated. Also, w-would you not have come over to meet your neph- niec- Pasiflora.”

“Why didn’t you pick up any of them?”

“I was busy.”

“No u weren’t!”

“Fine, I was d-distracted.” Donnie said cooing at his baby again, “L-look at them. Look at them distracting f-face.”

oOo

“Are you sure we d-don’t want to give them m-more of a warning?” Donnie asked, as Leo texted Raph, Casey, and April.

Leo glared at him, “If I don’t get a heads up that I’m uncle before meeting your kid, neither does Raph.”

Donnie shrugged, and went back to staring at Pasiflora intently, as Mikey held them.

“So… is it a girl or a boy?” Mikey asked.

“They’re a p-plant, Mikey.”

“Fair and based.”

There was a knock at the door.

“It’s unlocked!” Donnie called.

“Hi guys, Casey and April are going to be here in a bi-“ Raph started as he walked in, only to stop as he catches sight of the baby in Mikey’s arms.

“I’m uncle.” Mikey chirped.

“I hate it here.” Leo countered.

“She means she’s aunt.” Donnie tells the entire baby in his brother’s arms, with a solemn tone.

“What-“

oOo

Raph sat on the couch carefully crocheting a sweater, as he tried to process that Donnie had just made a child. Because he felt like it. And that Raph was now a whole uncle-

“Can I hold them?” Casey asked, as Donnie finished feeding Pasiflora.

Donnie looked extremely hesitant, but eventually transferred the baby into Raph’s boyfriend’s hold, “Fine. But be careful, they’re fragile.”

Casey immediately started baby talking at them, absolutely enraptured. Then Pasiflora bit him.

oOo

Thankfully, Donnie’s house had no shortage medical supplies; April bandaged up Casey’s arm.

“Why did they bite him?!” Leo asked, seemingly the only one concerned by this.

“I think it was pretty cool. I didn’t know babies could bite people that well.” Mikey said.

“Well I think, your ur child is clearly possessed, but they’re also the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” April noted, Casey nodding his agreement, as he pulled his sleeve down over the bandages.

“Why do they have teeth?” Raph asked, twice as concerned as Leo had sounded.

“For eating.” Donnie answered simply.

“Donnie.”

think you sent this before, but it was different back then. i like the revisions! anyway here are the parts of this that made me laugh:

she jumped out her window

donnie forgetting to send the text

why do they have teeth

[sunlitsparks]

Chapter 3: Cotton Candy Dreams

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Honey had crashed into sleep almost immediately upon returning home to her bed, and slept in until nearly noon the next day. The day began much like her standard routine: shower, breakfast, a jog around the block, relax and watch tv for a little bit. Faster than she realized, early evening was rolling around, and she began preparing herself for the date with a cute outfit and some makeup. 

She video called Mina while getting ready, as they usually did when preparing for any event or date. After a few inputs regarding jewelry and a much-needed confidence boost, Honey and Mina ended their call, and she set out for her date.

The subway ride to her destination was awfully quiet, though she supposed it was likely just the anticipation building up. Mighty had messaged to tell her he was also on the way, but she hadn’t received a message since then. Then again, as she recalled, he lived in a much more rural area. He probably just didn’t have any signal.

At last the subway arrived at her stop and she got off, heading her way up the stairs and following the GPS directions on her phone. The fair was only about an 8 minute walk from here now, located along the beachside docks. It wasn’t anything massive, but it felt perfect to the two of them for a first date. Honey hadn’t been there in around a year. Mighty hadn’t been there for around ten years.

Her phone buzzed with a new notification and she opened it. Her heart began to race when she saw Mighty’s name, and she clicked on the message thread to see what it read.

Almost there!

She quickly typed a response, picking up her pace as she walked. Me too!! 5 minutes!! :)

Cool! See ya soon :D

Giggling to herself, Honey looked back up from her phone to pay attention to where she was walking, nearly at a jogging pace now. The lights from the ferris wheel were growing brighter as the sun was setting across the horizon; it was such a beautiful sight, and Honey hoped she might catch Mighty in time for a sunset selfie.

“Heya, Honey!”

She stopped and looked around, knowing she recognized Mighty’s voice, but couldn’t discern where it had come from. Eventually she turned around and realized he was behind her, now jogging himself to catch up. He was wearing a rather simple outfit. He had already admitted to her earlier that day that he didn’t own much in the way of nice clothes except for a full tuxedo set, which they both agreed was rather unnecessary. 

It was a long sleeved plaid shirt with jeans, plus his usual boots and gloves. Honey now realized she might have been a little overdressed despite trying to be more casual. She was wearing a cute dress with ruffles around the hem, a leather jacket and matching boots, plus gloves and a few hair pins holding back her braided hair.

“Oops,” she mumbled, and Mighty seemed to read her thoughts, gazing at his own outfit and laughing as well. “I uh. Guess I went a little overboard.”

“No, no you look lovely,” Mighty reassured, smiling warmly. “I wish I had something else.”

“Nah, you look really handsome as you are.”

The two smiled at each other like dorks for a few moments. Mighty extended his arm towards Honey. She grabbed it gently and the two made their way to the docks, within clear sight now. 

When they made it to the sign, the sunset had not yet vanished so they snapped a quick selfie, both throwing peace signs. They had agreed to do rides before food to avoid nausea, beginning with the teacup ride. After a run of that, they moved on to the ring of fire, with Honey clinging on tightly to Mighty’s arm the entire time. By the end of the ride’s run, her fur was frizzed up, but the two were giggling.

“Wanna go on the starship next?” Honey asked, pointing.

Mighty furrowed his brows in thought. “Hm. I dunno. I remember always getting scared on that one as a kid.”

“Whoaaa, Mighty lore real,” Honey teased, drawing another laugh out of the both of them. “Why that one and not, like, the ring of fire??”

“I was too young for that one, but not for the starship. I begged my parents to take me on it, but then regretted it. It was so fast.”

“Oh nooooo.” Honey stuck her tongue out playfully, thankful for Mighty’s easygoing nature. “Well there’s not many rides left besides the ferris wheel, which I wanted to wait on, and the kiddy ones.”

A brief moment of silence passed before they made eye contact again. Mighty’s eyes were glistening with mischief, and in that moment she was sure they had the same idea.

“Go-Karts!!”

Laughing, they rushed together towards the line for go-karts, somewhat relieved to find that they were not the only teenagers wanting to join in. The lines were relatively short, so they played for a few rounds before moving on, this time looking over the fair games, like the ring toss and balloon darts. Eventually Honey’s eyes landed on an adorable cat plushie, and her eyes widened.

“What is it?” Mighty asked, jolting Honey out of her daze. She realized she had stopped in her tracks.

“Look!!” She pointed towards the plush. It was very colorful, with pastel rainbow polka dot patterning, and had big sparkly animé eyes.

Mighty smiled, then gently took Honey’s hand, the first time they had actually held hands tonight. “Come on, let’s go win it!”

It was a fishing game where whoever hooked the most rubber ducks would win a prize. Mighty paid for both of them to play. There were only a couple of other competitors for this round, and Honey easily swept the competition, Mighty included. “Guess you didn’t need to play after all,” she teased, though she was grateful nonetheless, knowing he had participated with the intention of gifting her the prize, had he won instead. The employee pulled down her plush, and she hugged it tightly, giggling like a kitten.

“Nah. Just thought you could use the ego boost.”

“You jerk!” She lightly smacked him with the plush.

Since carnival games were so expensive, they agreed to no more, and instead went to go get food at last. Honey decided on the corn dog and fries combo, while Mighty went with a big turkey leg, and together they also split a blooming onion.

“Man, I’m stuffed,” Mighty sighed, leaning back in his seat when the two had finished eating. Honey was too, yet the cotton candy stand had caught her eye, and eventually the call was too powerful to resist.

“Too stuffed for dessert??”

Mighty seemed to be thinking for a moment before grinning and standing up, following Honey. They both took a medium sized stick of cotton candy, Honey going with the traditional pink and Mighty going with green, which surprised the cat. What a wild card he is!!

The two strolled along the beachside as they slowly picked at their cotton candy, watching the stars glitter in the sky from behind the scattered clouds. “The clouds are so fluffy, they almost look like cotton candy, don’t they?” Honey remarked.

Mighty chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your eyes get that wide and sparkly.”

“What, when I was looking at the plush??”

“No, the cotton candy.”

“Rude!!” she laughed, nudging him gently with her elbow. “Not even when I look at you??” She looked him in the eyes now, widening her eyes and putting on the best pleading expression she could manage.

“Mmm, sometimes,” he admitted, cheeks turning red.

The two turned away awkwardly with the building tension and continued their walk, enjoying their cotton candy. Honey finished hers first. They began talking about their jobs, and how they wound up where they were. Mighty was still living in his childhood home, atop a hill with about an acre of land, and at the base of the hill was a bus stop that took him to the city where he went to school his whole childhood, then the place that he’s been working since. 

Honey told him she lived in the suburbs with her family, then moved out early due to some tensions and crashed with Mina’s family for a while before eventually saving up for a cheap apartment of their own. Mina only recently moved out, taking her longtime boyfriend Axel the Raccoon’s offer to move in with him, and Honey’s new roommate was almost never around, but she paid her half of the bills so Honey didn’t complain. 

At some point while they chatted,  Mighty gently reached for Honey’s hand again, lingering around her fingertips to wait for her reaction. Honey laced her fingers between his, and they proceeded to chat about silly work experiences

Eventually they found their way back to the rear of the docks where the ferris wheel stood. Mighty had finished his cotton candy too, and the two tossed the paper sticks in the nearby trash can. “Wanna go??” Honey asked, nodding towards the ferris wheel.

The armadillo nodded, still staring at it. A little bit of anxiety flickered behind his eyes; Honey suspected it was due to the wheel’s height, so she squeezed his hand a little tighter to remind him she was there with him. He turned back to her and smiled, looking a little more at ease. The lights glowing from the ride reflected off his blue eyes, making them sparkle. They were beautiful.

Together, they waited their turn in line, watching the wheel slowly spin and come to occasional stops to let passengers off and take on new ones. Once it came to their turn, Mighty stepped on first, causing the capsule to shake slightly as it adjusted to his weight. Mighty let out a deep breath, and Honey patted his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay.”

He nodded, moving fully inside and taking his seat. Honey climbed in next to him, and once she was seated the pod was stable. The two buckled in and the employee closed their door, giving a questioning thumbs up as if to make sure they were set. Mighty returned the thumbs up and Honey nodded, so the employee called to his coworker controlling the wheel. 

Up they went slowly, stopping occasionally as before to allow new passengers. Every time they started, Mighty would inhale sharply again, and Honey would rub his shoulder reassuringly. Not having a fear of heights herself, she didn’t quite know what he was feeling but tried her best to be patient and comforting nonetheless.

Eventually their pod made it to the highest peak, and they stopped, gazing across the horizon. “This isn’t so bad,” Might mumbled, seeming to ease a bit more.

“Yeah, just takes getting used to, don’t worry.” Honey pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on the camera for another selfie with Mighty. The cityline full of lights made for a pretty background. They then started to move down again, only to begin spinning slowly around. Honey suspected everyone for the round had been let on. 

Mighty looked a lot more relaxed now that he was accustomed to the feeling, though he did tense up a little again each time they went back up. They  weren't talking much now, mostly remarking on the environment, or exchanging the occasional glance and smile.

A bit before they reached the top again, the ferris wheel came to a slow stop. Honey glanced down below them. “Looks like we’re getting off now. Well, once we make it back down, that is.”

“That was really nice actually,” Mighty remarked, looking much happier now.

“Yeah!! I love the ferris wheel, it’s always so pretty looking at everything from up high.”

The wheel moved again just a little, stopping them right at the top for the last time. “I suspect we should probably be heading home once we’re off this thing. It’s getting pretty late.”

“I agree, but I had an amazing time!” Mighty grinned at Honey, and she returned the smile. “I’d love to go out with you again sometime.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Honey really enjoyed being around Mighty, more than any date she had been on in a really long time. He was sweet and kind, had a good sense of humor, shared similar tastes in music and shows, and after tonight, she realized he was also just a comforting presence to be around.

“Kiss her! Kiss herrrr!!!!”

Startled, Mighty and Honey looked to the pod below theirs, where there was a small group of teenagers sitting together. They were yelling and whooping, and two of them were looking right at Mighty, chanting “Kiss her! Kiss her!”

Honey couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation cute and silly; Mighty was laughing too, and he turned back to look at Honey, his gaze growing softer. He inched slightly closer to her but did nothing, a question lingering in his eyes. No words needed to be spoken; Honey gave the tiniest of nods. 

Mighty leaned in to kiss Honey, and she kissed him back. It was gentle and sweet, and she could hear the teenagers in the other pod screaming and cheering.

His lips tasted like cotton candy.

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[doorrobloxstuff]

Untitled but yea more Seekgure [Human! Seek x Human! Figure]

But what if they were human1!1!1!1? (Atleast before they became entities dunno throwing ideas at the wall)

Also warning, a tad bit spicy. I mean it’s literally washing its hair so it has to be in the B A T H. No, I’m not showing anything.

Eheheh nonbinary hotel staff

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“Ugh, can you believe all do this? The guests in room 32 are so disrespectful to our staff.”

The bitter matri de felt its lover’s hands caress its hair. Slow and methodically brushing the suds deep into its scalp.

Its partner chuckled quietly.

“Oh dear, you have no idea. Earlier today, some parents keep allowed their muddy little children to run around the library and destroyed

“My point exactly!” It hissed, its face growing red. “-After all, •••••• is respectful of books…There’s NO valid excuse for why they can’t keep their OWN rugrats or even THEMSELVES UNDER CONTROL!” it crossed its arms.

The partner sadly smiled and carefully guided its hand unto its cheek. “Your making yourself angry again..”

“It’s hard not to be mad nowadays..They treat us like shi-!” A kiss was planted on its cheek that made it shiver pleasantly.

It stayed silent, the hate in its chest creeping away back into the shadowy corner of its chest and the warm happy butterflies returned once more.

“Still mad?~” It purred, though there was a tiny hint of worry in its tone that the other didn’t seem to pick up on.

“Mmm.. I don’t know, perhaps some more kisses shall suffice?~”

Its blind companion mischievously smiled before wrapping its long arms around its neck and the latter placed promptly a hand on its cheek.

“Oh yes, I’d hate to give you an improper dosage.~”

The two exchanged flurries of kisses, hands intertwined and faces flushed as they spoke quiet tender words to the other and sweet surrender burnt holes in their chests.

Too bad it couldn't last.

The Soap-covered person suddenly released a small shriek of pain that startled its partner.

"••••••! Are you okay?!?"

"Ff...Fff..gahh..H-H-Hold on..”

The blind partner’s heart sank as it heard the sound of a flask being opened.

“••••••..please tell me you didn’t mix the laudanum with alcohol again..”

“It..numbs..the pain..Dear.”

The Blind partner shrank little into its shirt collar and stepped away from its partner

“Argh..Dont..Don’t look at me like that! You’ll thank me when we’re all immortal!THEY ALL WILL!” The sighted partner’s breathing was labored and heavy. It shook in place like a leaf before releasing a pained grunt and sinking into the bubbles. It reached for a nearby towel and pressed its face into it.

Trying its best not to dryheave or cry.

Both partners stayed silent for awhile. Both unsure of whether to speak or what to say to the other.

…

“Let me see your arm.” ••••••• murmured.

•••• reluctantly listened and moved closer to edge of the bath. Carefully, it’s partner reached over, and slowly made its way to its upper arm. As it moved its hand down to feel its wrist, all around it could feel all around large dark tendrils rooted deep in its flesh. It had long since claimed its shoulder and was encroaching upon its partner’s neck. It upon recognizing its advancement and •••••• immediately recoiled.

“Oh god..oh god •••• its..it’s so much more then your wrist now.”

“It’ll recede.”

“It wasn’t like this before!”

“Just give it a moment..”

Both went silent again.

Finally, a sound that could only be described as a mixture between moving water and scratching could be heard as the tendrils thrashed for a few seconds before reeling downwards back towards the partners’s wrist.

“See..?”

••••• stayed silent. Emotions stewing in its chest like bad mead.

“Please don’t drink..It makes it worse.” ••••• Murmured at last.

“..It takes the edge off..”

“It’s killing you faster. So please..atleast in earnest moderation..”

“..I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

The two continued to remain silent

•••• felt a piece itself sink as the aggression dropped itself once more.

Why did it say that..?

And it felt even worse as its partner reached over and pressed itself close again that warmth felt very much undeserved.

“…Do you remember the lake.. and the cabin..?” It asked with hesitancy.

“Oh dear god, how much of that flask did you have?”

“A swig.”

“The entire thing. Alright then.”

“•••••• my beloved, I solemnly swear I am anything but drunk.”

“Alright, stand up then.”

“Gladly!” •••• leaned forward to get up. Only to hear the sound of its spine audibly cracking.

“Ah.”

“Help.”

Gently, it’s partner pulled it out of the bathtub and set it on its feet. ••••

Quietly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around itself.

“..Looks like I’m not the only one who needs a cane.”

“I’d look good in a cane, okay? And see? I am ever so clearly not drunk.” •••• reached for a bathrobe. “That display there? ‘Tis was the arthritis.”

“Mm, alright then you wayward drunk. Time for bed.” •••••• carefully picked up its partner and carried it gently to their shared bed.

And nothing else even remotely eventful occurred. (Yet)

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So first concept for an au. Have some Seekgure and some fucked up mobile formatting.

Pray for figure it is THIS ClOSE 👌. But yea a bit Rocky for them. Next Time Fig will take it a bit more seriously.

[chryzure-archive]

“I need a five letter word for annoying.” At the moment, Filly was leaned back with her feet lying crossed on the unused chair behind the check-out counter, holding a book of crossword puzzles in one hand, and a pen in the other. 

“Pleck.” Jacks was sitting at a table a few feet away, picking at his nails for lack of anything better to do, and Pleck was sitting at a table a few feet to his right, rifling through the candy bowl Filly’s supervisor had put out for visitors. He looked up when he heard his name, and frowned when he processed what exactly was said. 

“That’s mean.” He said, sounding both accusatory and somewhat distracted. 

“Well it fits.” Jacks sneered dramatically. 

“‘Jacks’ also fits.” Filly pointed out, not looking up from her crossword, even though she could feel Jacks glaring at her. 

Sensing she wasn’t going to look up anytime soon, Jacks crossed one leg over the other and turned boredly to face Pleck. “What are you even looking for?”

“Cherry lollipops, for Chrysi.” He said, then tossed a piece of candy his way that Jacks fumbled before ultimately dropping on the ground. “And green apple for you.” 

Jacks huffed and rolled his eyes, but bent down to retrieve the apple flavored treat and unwrap it. Pleck smiled at this, and quickly went back to rifling through the bowl. 

“...Pesky!” Filly suddenly said, making both boys jump and look over at her, only to find that she’d solved her earlier question and was now filling the boxes with a smile on her face. “Pleck, if you find any pink lemonade lollipops in there, lemme know.” she added after the fact. 

“Will do.” He said dutifully, and back to rifling he went, leaving Jacks to sigh and tap his foot. 

The candy was good at least, he thought, but the afternoon would soon be turning into evening, and he was getting very bored. After a few moments of silence, he let out a dramatic sigh, prompting Filly to roll her eyes-again, without looking up from her crossword puzzle. 

“Jacks, why don’t you read a book.” She said, gesturing vaguely to the many bookshelves surrounding them all. 

“Ugh, I’d rather not.” He said, crossing his arms and side-eyeing the section of autobiographies on the shelf closest to him. Their multicolored spines seemed to taunt him with their titles, and it made his growing boredom turn almost completely into annoyance. 

Jacks rubbed at the inside of his wrist pensively. “You said you had my memories.“

Simeon stiffened. “Wait.“ He shot Jacks a disbelieving look. “You traded away your memories?”

”I don’t remember doing it,” he replied distantly. A tiny part of him insisted he sound more defensive, or perhaps to turn on Simeon and battle him on this, but the earth under Jacks’s feet surged and ebbed too much for him to rally himself around anger properly. 

The younger twin giggled softly from her side of the checkerboard. “Of course you don’t. You wouldn’t.”

He flashed her a frown. 

“When did I trade them away?” he asked. “Why?”

“I couldn‘t tell you why,” the eldest twin said. “That’s part of the secret, Prince of Hearts. As for the when, surely you must remember the last time you visited the Vanished Market. You made quite a stir when you were first blooded.“

His brows came together. That long ago?

”What does being blooded mean?” Pleck asked, but it didn’t seem like he directed the question to Jacks. 

When Simeon spoke, Jacks realized it was to him that Pleck was inquiring. “How should I know?” 

“I dunno. You seem to know a lot about things.“

“Well, I’m flattered, but—“

“When I first became a Fate,” Jacks said through numb lips. He didn’t tear his eyes away from the elder twin. “That’s… hundreds of years ago.”

“Over a thousand,” the younger twin corrected. “You came with the Assassin and the Fallen Star.”

Jacks’s throat tightened. 

Fucking saints. That didn’t mean anything good. 

He shook his head, feeling faint. “That would’ve been… what, my memories of my life before? I know what my life was before.”

“You do?” Simeon asked, shocked. 

“Really? Why haven’t we heard about this?” Pleck sounded delighted by the idea of Jacks having a “life before”. “Did you have any siblings? Any pets?”

[zorkaya-moved]

@xamassed , moved from here.

The impact the story had on Zarina didn’t go unnoticed by the demon slouched behind her, but he wasn’t so engrossed in the sentiment of it that he understood her feelings beat for beat. He simply assumed that she had gotten soft, that and the characters had reminded her of something rather than prompting a sugar-sweet daydream.

“Eh, depends — most’a the time, it’s nothin’ but a pain in the ass for me.” The implications flew over his head, though they didn’t make a full escape as she elaborated on what she meant by ‘a family of your own.’

She didn’t mean the families they had both been blessed with.

She meant a new one, one she had pieced together and carefully crafted with her own two hands. A family that she — maybe, possibly, potentially — wanted with him. Unless he was reading too deeply into this, which he tended to do when subjects this heavy arose. He didn’t want to assume, but she made it difficult. Her bright eyes, soft tone and the way she leaned against him made his already frantic heart beat a hundred times faster. Mammon knew she would feel it thundering against her shoulder blade, but he didn’t want to hide it because those pretty thoughts had filled his own head once or twice before.

It didn’t help that on those nights when he needed fresh air and he hit the town, that he would spy little families spending their time together. Parents holding their child’s hand, putting them up on their shoulders, some teaching others how to use their little, baby wings or practicing magic.

He had never told her because he thought it too soon, but he wondered what a little hellion between the two of them would look like, what they would act like. Would they have their mother’s confidence, would they have his greed, or would they be vastly unlike the both of them? Would his brothers love them? Would they show the baby the love they rarely showed their own brother?

“Wh—Who said it doesn’t suit ya?” He had to swallow the dry lump in his throat, but even then parts of it still lingered. “Ain’t ya always been about gettin’ what ya want? Dunno why a family would be any different.”

He wanted to look away and hide the uncomfortable heat blooming in his cheeks, but it would defeat the purpose of confessing himself if he did. She had opened her heart up and set it out before him, knowing full-well that the smallest mistake would have it torn to shreds. Mammon would rather keel over himself and send the rest of his existence in the deepest pits of Hell than hurt her.

Her secrets, her desires, her wishes were all taken carefully into hand and cradled against his own. He couldn’t promise her that all of her wants would become reality, but he could promise to try.

“Kind’a funny that ya mention this t’day of all days. When we went out grocery shoppin’ earlier and we split up, y’know how it took me a little longer t’find ya again? I was, uh… There was this family I saw standin’ in the candy aisle. They weren’t fightin’ or nothin’. The kid was beggin’ for candy, and the dad was about ready t’scoop the whole damn shelf into the basket for ‘em. I could feel it. He was gettin’ real greedy — the dad, not the kid. He was so ready t’get all of the praise and love from that kid, and I could tell it was gonna make him happy as all hell to see his kid happy.”

He paused for a second to take a breath. “But the mom was givin’ him this look like, ‘don’t you dare.’ But there was still love there. Like, she didn’t look mad. Anyone could’a seen she was tryin’ not to laugh. I dunno, they looked happy.”

He picked at the hem of her clothes, eyes down and voice growing quieter.

“I felt like a creep just watchin’ them, but it was makin’ me wonder if — if it was somethin’ I’d ever have. Then I started thinkin’ that I wouldn’t have even cared if I hadn’t met you."

It was strange for others to hear her speak like this. Her team back home didn't expect her to harbor such feelings toward having a personal family. However, it stemmed from the fact that she would not hold her team or her family too close to herself in the way that she wanted to. They had their lives, and she will not rid them of their own happiness. She knew from the get-go that everyone would leave. All would leave, and she will be left alone. That's why she wanted a family as well: to love, to be loved, and to not be alone.

Love was a beautiful emotion; it proved to her that even a beast could be human. It's strange to think about this now that she was in Devildom, but she still saw humans are worse than both angels and demons. Solely for how their short lives and their ambitions would lead them to rebel against anything they would deem threatening. However, right now, Mammon was here, and he spoke his mind, spoiling her with his views on this... silly conversation. Silly, she thought, would be to others but not to herself. To her, it was important. That's why she listened to him intently without looking away.

You're all about getting what you want, so what's different? His words make her chuckle. Ah, he knew her so well, but she truly never thought this would happen. Love, discussions like these, and her darker thoughts when she was back in the Human World. If I don't fall in love, I'll find a way to start a family for myself. But this? The bond they both shared? Perhaps, this budding experience would blossom into the dream she had since she was just a young (lonely) girl.

"Because family cannot be bought with money and influence. Without love, it cannot be reached," she explains to him, remembering the soft look she would give to her twin brother Victor and his fiancee Margarita. They loved and would forever stay together, no matter what. "I'm not the kindest or the warmest person, Mammon. I'm deceptive and manipulative, ambitious and stubborn. I pretend to be sweet and warm to others for the sake of business and opportunity." Not now, though; there is no need. He knows her, and he remains. This sweetness and warmth are true.

And... Ah, the story of the young family Mammon recalled. It made her wonder why it took him so long, but hearing it from him? The very reason? Zarina couldn't look away. She was trying to catch each and every emotion, be it in his voice, his actions, or his expression. All to see if he was in favor of it and if he would ever think of getting even closer. There is tension in her body, but only because of anticipation to hear the last words. Someday, he's going to make her cry. Not in a bad way. It's just that none had ever found that little, stubborn and lonely girl who did everything to protect her family and who longed for warmth yet never trusted that she'll find it. But here he was, trying his best to explain what he felt.

"Kind of sounds like how I'd imagine us to be, if I'm honest," she chuckles softly, placing her hand on top of his that played with the hem of her shirt. Her eyes of gold now seemed akin to warm ember, a faint blush to her cheeks from sheer delight and the sweetest smile ever-present for him to see. "If you'll have me..." You're always confident so what makes your voice have that soft tremble despite your obvious happiness? "...Even if kids are out of the picture, even if marriage is different in Devildom, even if... right now is too soon, but," her hold on his hand tightens just enough to show how serious she was, how earnest she was. "I know that you are the only person I want to call my family. In fact, you already are. By loving me and letting me love you, you've already granted my most tender wish. Would you want to continue to... head toward those possibilities? Is it alright for me to stay with you and think about... more?" She couldn't propose without a ring, but when she finds a fitting one - she will, mark her words.

[be-gay-cause-crime]

LAB RATS

Chapter 4- Unsuspected Surprise

CW: spiking drinks, implied kidnapping

I still remember the panic after the concluding trial, people calling for ambulances while the other kids were desperately trying to get no. 04 to wake up.

Sometimes I forget she was there since her beginning.

She never did get to know the real world…

———

Kali sat at a bench near the door, their leg bouncing as she waited for Lucas. Someone tapped her shoulder, when they looked up it was him! They felt butterflies in their stomach, their eyes brightening when they saw him.

“Hey Lucas! How are you?” Kali spat out, getting up for a quick hug.

“Hey Kali, I’m doing good, and don’t worry, drinks are on me tonight,” he said with a wink that almost made Kali blush and nod towards the bar.

“Ah, sorry, I won’t be drinking tonight, well, at least not anything alcoholic, it messes with my meds I think,” they said with a soft smile.

“No worries, I heard they got some pretty good mocktails here too, and of course you could just get a soda, but still, it’s on me whatever you end up getting,” he took their hand and led them towards the bar, “what would you like to drink Kali?”

“Hmm, I’ll just start with a Pepsi I guess, actually wait, it’s kinda late for caffeine, uhhhhh,”

“There’s the Startrail mocktail, it’s fruity and sweet, and alcohol free given the name, how about that?” Lucas pointed to a spot in the drinks menu as Kali sat down in a bar stool.

“Hm, yeah, that actually sounds really nice, you’re sure you’re okay with it though? It’s kinda expensive,” They shifted around in their seat.

“I told you it wasn’t a problem, I mean that, I want to treat you tonight Kali,” he looked into their eyes with a warm and loving gaze which they melted under.

“Oh alright, if you’re sure you’re okay with it, what are you gonna get?” She smiled up at him.

“Hm, not sure just yet, probably nothing alcoholic either, since I drove here, I think I’ll stick with a Dr Pepper for now,” he fixed his dark hair which was starting to fall on his face, “also, I have to say I absolutely adore your outfit tonight, I love that your personality is shown in all your clothes,”

Kali blushed at the remark, “Ah, thank you! I love my outfit too, I mean, you also look nice too!” They sputtered out, as the bartender asked for their order.

“Ah, a Dr Pepper for me, and you said you wanted the Startrail Mocktail, right Kali?”

“Hm? Oh- yes please!” She jumped a little, lost in thought.

“Hey, are you doing alright? You seem kind of jumpy,” Lucas asked.

“Oh, I dunno, I guess I’m just excited, haha!” The two spent the rest of the night laughing and making flirty remarks, Kali could’ve sworn something tasted off about the sprite they got, but they chalked it up to the aftertaste of the mocktail earlier.

Lucas’s phone rang, “oh, sorry, I have to take this, I’ll be right back” he left with a sly wink while answering the phone.

A small wave of discomfort passed over Kali, they weren’t sure why, but something felt off, “Hey, uh, bartender? That drink I had earlier was non alcoholic, right?”

“Yep, mocktail version of the cocktail, alcohol free, if you feel like you’re gonna get sick there’s a bathroom over there,” the bartender pointed to a small hallway to the left of the bar where Kali ended up going.

Ugh, I feel like shit… okayyy, nope, not passing out in a bars bathroom, you got this, Kali tried to find grip on the door handle, but ended up sitting on the floor leaning against the door instead, alright then… maybe I should get a ride home… maybe with Lucas? Nah… we know each other well, but not that well…

A thought popped in their head as they scrambled for their phone in their bag.

Hey Jess, could you come pick me up please? I don’t feel good

Sent.

After a few minutes, there was a reply:

Sure, are you okay?? What bar are you at?

Kali struggled to keep their eyes open long enough to text:

I think so I’m at tippers, how son can you pick me up!

Tippers? Okay, I’ll be there in 7 minutes, 10 max, what happened with your date??

Idk he wet out for a call

Okay, can’t text while driving, see you soon, hang out somewhere safe until I get there.

K

Kali put their phone down, they didn’t know what was going on, maybe someone spiked my drink…? I dunno, what matters is that I get home I guess…

———

Kali struggled to a bench closer to a corner that was hidden in shade so they could watch the door but also be safe, whatever that meant, she considered trying to get to Lucas, but they didn’t know where he right now and decided that it’d be best to just wait for Jess.

5 more minutes passed, Kali, still on the brink of unconsciousness, looked up to see a head of strawberry blond hair walking swiftly over to her, “Kali! Are you okay? What happened?” She helped them up, letting them lean on her as they slurred out an answer.

“I dunno… I don’t have anything with alcohol… I think someone put something in my drink or somethin’,” their head was dizzy, swirling around with questions and words they couldn’t put in correct order, “did you see Lucas out front…?”

“Lucas? Oh! You mean your date? I don’t know, I saw a guy with dark hair talking on the phone near a weird van, I don’t like the look of it-”

“Jess, Jessie, you’re talking too fast…” Kalis voice sounded hoarse, their throat dry.

“Sorry,” Jess said, talking considerably slower, “I just, something’s not right,”

“You can say that again…” once they both left the bar, two people came up to them.

“You ladies need walking to your car?” one of them asked, their arms crossed.

“No thanks, I can get us there just fine,” Jess tried stepping around them, but the second person blocked her.

“No no, we insist. Let us walk you to your car,” they stopped them from going any further, Kali instinctively rummaged around in his bag, keeping a hand on their taser but not taking it out just yet.

“No, it’s fine. Let us pass, now.” Jess spoke authoritatively, trying again to shove past them when one of them grabbed Kali by the arm, pulling them out of her reach.

“I’d suggest you come with us before things get too messy-” the first one started but was cut off when Kali gabbed their taser into their arm, the person yelled out in pain, gripping the side of their arm with a glimmer of hatred in their eyes. “Oh you’re gonna regret that…”

The taser was knocked out of their hands before they could try to attack the one holding them hostage, Jess reached for it, fast, but was stopped by the first person who grabbed her by the ponytail, pulling her head up with it. Jess gave a hearty kick to the second guys stomach as a last ditch effort, temporarily freeing Kali, “KALI, RUN!” She yelled with all her might.

Despite feeling like absolute shit, they listened, stumbling forward as fast as the could, but then they ran into someone, “Lucas! There you are, you have to help me, please I- I think someone spiked my drink and there’s these weird guys and-and-” their rambling was cut off my Lucas putting his hands on her shoulders to try and ground them.

“Alright, calm down, what’s going on, is someone chasing you?” He asked, voice calm and steady.

“I don’t know! But they have my friend, and-” Kali felt a presence behind her, they turned around and briefly saw a person from earlier before everything went dark.

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[motownfiction]

first chance

Sadie’s at home with a chocolate milkshake on a Friday night. Earlier today, Gina Lumetta invited Daniel to a party, and Daniel took Sam. Sadie’s just sitting here with her milkshake, trying not to be jealous, when she hears knocking at the door. Except it’s not really knocking. It’s more like pounding, and it’s more like a horror movie. She jumps up from the couch and out of her skin to see who’s on the porch. It’s Sam and Will with Daniel between them. Her heart almost stops. Even from the window, nothing about Daniel looks right.

When Sadie opens the door, Sam doesn’t even say hello. Just asks if Mom and Dad are home. They’re not. They went to the movies, so it’s just Sadie and Charlie.

“Only one of us is a willing homebody,” she says, a little too hotly.

Sam sighs.

“Look, we don’t have time for that,” he says. “Listen up. We were at Gina’s party, you know?”

Sadie looks right past Sam and straight at Will.

“You were at Gina Lumetta’s party?” she asks.

Will turns pink and looks down at his shoes.

“No,” he says. “Sam picked me up on the way. Said he needed me to help.”

“With what?”

“What do you mean, ‘With what?’” Sam asks. “Look at Daniel.”

So, Sadie does. She’s used to looking at Daniel, after all. It’s one of the things she does most often (and best). But if he didn’t look right through the window, he looks even more wrong up close and personal. Sick. Dizzy. Like some other version of himself that Sadie didn’t know about until now.

“Is he drunk?” she asks.

“Yes, he’s drunk,” Sam says. “Don’t judge him for it.”

“I’m not judging him for it,” Sadie says, even though she and everyone else in the room knows it’s kind of a lie.

“He was trying to impress Gina,” Sam says.

“Not Gina,” Daniel says. “Connie.”

Sadie’s eyes get wide.

“Connie?” she repeats. “Connie Scholz?”

“The very one,” Will says, but then Sam lightly smacks him in the shoulder.

“Stop it,” he says. “You weren’t there. I only picked you up so that you wouldn’t feel left out tomorrow when you found out what happened.”

“I thought you said you picked me up in case Sadie wasn’t home to help you.”

“I lied! Of course Sadie was going to be home to help me.”

Sadie puts her hands in her pockets and takes a step back. She wishes she’d been out at an even more raucous party tonight, one with seniors and kegs, just to piss Sam off. It’s not often she wants to make him angry, but when she does, it’s white hot. She takes a breath and tries to list at least three reasons why she doesn’t actually want to hit him. He’s my brother, he looks like me, and Dad would be even more pissed about that than I am about this. The urge passes.

She turns her thoughts to where she wishes they wouldn’t go: to Daniel and Connie Scholz. Connie is a junior at St. Catherine’s. She’s one of Melissa Kaminski’s best friends, so she’s no doubt heard all about Daniel and Melissa’s little rendezvous at the end of April last year – the night Daniel lost his virginity, and Melissa dubbed him a stud. There are two things everybody knows about Connie. She’s very tall (even taller than Sadie), and she makes out with guys in the music room after zero-hour marching band practice and before the first-period bell. Connie’s too cool to be in the marching band, and she wouldn’t even be in it if she wasn’t so damn good on the sousaphone. That’s not even a metaphor.

“Connie drinks like a damn fish,” Sam says. “I must have seen her drink like eight beers tonight, and she was standing up straight and tall.”

“If Connie Scholz was sitting down, she’d still be straight and tall,” Will says. “That girl’s as tall as I am.”

“Will, can you just go make Daniel some coffee?” Sam asks. “I think that’s supposed to do something. Isn’t it?”

Will shrugs and heads for the kitchen.

“I dunno, man,” he says. “I’ve never been drunk. Too afraid of the knife my mother would stab right through my fucking heart.”

Sam sighs. He wraps his arm around Daniel and makes sure he’s standing up straight. Sadie looks Daniel in the eye, but he doesn’t look at her back. Although his eyes are open, Sadie’s pretty sure he isn’t seeing anything. She holds her breath for what feels like a very long time.

“Daniel was trying to keep up with her, just to see if he could get with her,” Sam says. “You’re seeing the results.”

“So, what?” Sadie asks. “They didn’t hook up?”

“No,” Sam says. “He almost puked on her shoes. He would have, too, if I hadn’t been there to save him from himself. I’m such a good friend.”

Daniel bursts out into a fit of giggles.

“You are a good friend!” he says. “A very, very, very good friend.”

He giggles some more, and Sadie cringes. She wishes she wasn’t judging him at all, but it’s like she can’t help herself. Daniel’s father drank too much and took it out on his wife and kids when he was sober enough to feel it. All these years, Daniel has said he didn’t want to be anything like him. And if that was true, what’s the reason for any of this? Sadie sighs. She knows she’s not supposed to judge him. Somewhere inside herself, she doesn’t even want to. But it’s like she can’t stop. She can’t stop worrying about what’s going to happen next.

“I’m going to make him some toast,” Sam says. “I think bread is supposed to help, too. Maybe I’ll also put some of that garlic bread in the oven, too. If Mom and Dad come home and ask why the kitchen smells like garlic, I’ll just tell them we were expecting a vampire infestation.”

“That wouldn’t work,” Sadie says. “Mom and Dad know that vampires aren’t real.”

“Dad definitely knows that. I’m not so sure about Mom. But hey, if she does, she’ll spend an awful lot of time complaining about how I never take anything seriously. It’ll be what they would have once called ‘a gas.’”

Sadie sighs. She looks at Daniel again. He’s busy laughing at his fingers. Even though Sadie’s never been drunk before, she’s pretty sure this isn’t the way it’s supposed to go. That’s not what any of the film strips from health class said, anyway. She stuffs her hands in her pockets again.

“Can you sit with him?” Sam asks, guiding Daniel over to the couch while Sadie follows. “Just make sure his head stays up so he doesn’t choke on his own vomit?”

Sadie winces as Daniel turns a smile in her direction. He smells just like the inside of the bottle return in the front of the grocery store. Sadie tries not to gag … tries to love him even when he smells just like everything he said he’d avoid. Because it doesn’t matter what he said before. What matters is that he’s here now, he needs help, and she loves him. Even if he doesn’t love her, she loves him more and more all the time.

“Sure,” Sadie says. “I’ll sit with him. You go make toast.”

“Peanut butter!” Daniel calls out.

Sam nods as he takes off for the kitchen.

“Peanut butter,” he agrees. “I’ll be right there, man. You’ll have peanut butter before you know it.”

Daniel grins as Sam walks down the hall and into the kitchen. Sadie holds him up as he laughs a little at nothing in particular. For a second, Sadie wonders why she’s spent her whole life being in love with Daniel DeLuca. That’s when it dawns on her.

It’s easy to fall in love with somebody who’d drink eight beers at a party just to keep up with everything about you.

It’s just hard when you’re not the one he’s trying to impress.

Daniel leans over and grabs Sadie’s face, almost like he’s an infant in her arms. He grins, still smelling remarkably of cheap beer, and it looks like he wants to say something.

But for a long time, nothing comes out. Nothing at all.

Until he says the last thing Sadie ever expected Daniel DeLuca to say in front of her … and not just in front of her, but about her.

“You’re pretty,” he says. “Sooooo pretty.”

Sadie’s heart skips and jumps like it’s playing Double Dutch without her permission. Daniel has never called her pretty before. He’s told her that she looks nice at various school dances over the years, but this isn’t one of those nights. This is just the two of them, and Daniel is being too honest.

“Thank you,” she says.

“I mean it,” Daniel says. “You’re pretty.”

Sadie exhales. She realizes that this is her first chance with Daniel – to kiss him, to tell him she loves him, to make him swear that he’ll be her boyfriend in the morning, when he remembers what he just said tonight. But that doesn’t happen. It won’t. Sadie would never let it.

“Thank you,” she says again, sharper this time. “But you’re drunk. Even if I do … you know.”

Daniel nods like he really does know – like surely he will remember all of this when he wakes up tomorrow morning. He grabs Sadie’s hand, and she feels like she’s more six than sixteen.

“Pretty,” Daniel says.

Sadie nods. Maybe this is enough for now. Maybe it has to be. She takes Daniel’s hand in hers and squeezes it, hoping somehow, he can figure out what it means.

Judging by the way his cheeks flush, she thinks maybe he has an idea.

[withlovewriting]

Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 23: The Forte of a Woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Chapter Twenty-three: The Forte of a woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Over obsessed with every second I waste her time, She gets aggressive the very second she takes that line, Well, calm down, I hate to see that look on your face, She said it’s hard to escape, But girl, I think you gotta give it a break

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 2,924

Chapter Warnings: Talk of drug use, implied threats, implied sexual content, Fez with a gun bc phew

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Walking through the school corridors, you felt like you were dragging cement-coated feet.

"Hey, where'd you run off to at the party?" The boy placed an arm around your shoulder but quickly removed it when you sent him a glare, "OK, hands to myself, I get it. But seriously, where'd you go?"

"I uh, I had some things to sort out."

Sure, everyone who attended the party that night and was sober enough knew it was Fezco who'd attacked Nate, but you weren't about to add fuel to the fire by telling someone who most likely didn't see it and had no obligation to keep the information to himself.

"Where did the rest of the drugs go? The ones I specifically told you not to take without me?"

Shrugging, he sent you a wide smile, "You didn't come back. It would've been rude not to. Feel free to hit me up anytime though, I got a shit ton back at my place."

Sending him a side glance, you couldn't hide the suspicion that was etched on your face. Seemingly understanding, Elliot made himself a little clearer, "I mean, Rue comes over all the time. For real, nothing weird. Just drugs. I'll give you my number."

"Uh, maybe. Yeah."

Elliot raised a brow, noting your distraction, before turning his head. Seeing Jules and Rue seemingly mid-argument, the former turned to leave without so much as a proper goodbye.

"Everything good, Rue?" You questioned, making your way toward your friend, who was hanging her head in frustration.

"I get you in trouble?"

Sighing, Rue glanced between the two of you. Why couldn't she of seen you when Elliot approached her and Jules earlier? Hell, she could've made up the excuse that she knew him through you, and Jules probably wouldn't even question it. It was too late now, though.

"Yeah, kinda."

Throwing his arms over both yours and Rue's shoulder, this time ignoring the glance you sent him, he only smiled, "I feel like we should do drugs."

"I um, I can't. I gotta go head to the store."

"Ah, young love is calling, right?"

Turning your head toward Rue, your brow creased in confusion, prompting Rue to continue, "I mean, Fez practically dragged you outta there, right? Some people were talking about it."

"Uh, yeah. We... I dunno. It was a long night, one I'd really rather forget," shaking your head, you removed yourself from Elliot's hold, "But yeah, I need to go so... Don't have too much fun without me this time."

Rue hadn't mentioned her very near overdose that night to you. Just as you hadn't told her about the little habit you'd picked up from Faye. A 'one-time thing' wasn't really in the vocabulary of an addict.

Walking into the store, you spotted Faye sitting on the freezer box, "Hey, Fezco around?"

Looking up from her carton of juice, she sent you a small smile, "Yeah, in the back."

Faye didn't really care what people thought about her. She was too high most of the time anyway, but even when she wasn't, she knew the realities of how people only gave a fuck when they had something to lose. So why should she care what they thought of her? That was their business, not hers.

But you... She liked you, or was at least, growing to.

She didn't have that many friends, spending most of her time with Custer, but even she knew that your predicament wasn't very normal. She had presumed that you would feel very much like Ash did about her, unwelcoming and rude, giving Fezco an earful when you thought she couldn't hear you.

And yet, you'd sent her kind smiles, and tried to placate Ash, distracting him in hopes that one day, he might not leave the room as she entered. Sure, you weren't exactly friends, but since she had to stay at Fezco's for an undisclosed amount of time, maybe you two could at least be friendly.

You pottered around the store as you did last year, straightening items whilst Fez finished putting out any stock, both meeting back at the till.

Fez was perched on the table, arms wound tightly around your waist and chest pressed to your back as you stood between his legs, tongue battling with a jellybean stuck on your tooth.

Fez's small kisses to your shoulder stopped abruptly when a small voice could be heard from the entry, "Oh, hey."

Turning, you saw Lexi stood with hands clasped behind her back and a timid smile on her lips. But her eyes decieved her. She wasn't there for a friendly chat, and something about her demeanor set you on edge,

"What's up, Lex."

Taking in a deep breath, Lexi finally did what she never had the courage to do. She spoke out.

"Cal Jacob's came to my house," when your face didn't change, she continued, "He was asking about the New Year's party. About who attacked Nate."

"I mean, nobody's stupid enough to actually tell him, right?" You questioned, not too worried. If your classmates wanted to continue their weekend habits, they'd know better than to point the finger at their dealer.

Sighing, Lexi crossed her arms in front of her, nerves on edge, "Well, one person was-"

Stopping abrutly, Lexi's eyes caught a movement in the convex mirror, cursing under her breath as she quickly turned around, pretending to browse the fridge as the man of the hour walked in. As if just the thought of the man was enough to conjure him, like some sort of demon.

"Evening."

Turning his attention toward Cal, Fezco's body remained calm, yet his eyes watched him as he began to wander around the store, "Sup, man."

By the look on Lexi's face, it was clear enough to you both why Cal Jacobs was here, of all places.

Fez pulled his eyes away from the retreating man's back, connecting with Ash's through the fridge door, a silent conversation that told him to be on guard.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as Cal wandered along the small aisle, picking up items just to place them back down, feigning interest.

"You got any spearmint gum?" He asked, passing Faye who, even despite not being at the party or knowing anything about Fezco and Nate, sensed something was up.

You felt his arms tighten around your waist, as if he was ready to push you away from him at any moment, for your sake, not his.

"I don't know man, the gums right here."

Cal passed, a slight smirk on his face as his eyes connected with yours. Your poker face was nowhere as advanced as Fez's, and you only prayed that between Lexi and yourself, neither of you gave anything away.

"I didn't know you two knew each other."

Fez's fingers were now digging into your hips, and he wished he'd just shoved you in the back with Ash the moment Cal came wandering in. You both remained silent, bar your slight nod in his direction. Releasing a huff of air, Cal picked up a stick of gum, returning his attention to Fezco "This your store?"

"It's a family business."

Cal walked around the aisle where Fezco could only see him via the security mirror, the man leaning next to Lexi to pull a pack of candy from the shelf as she stayed as still as a mouse, "So your parents own it?"

"You usually ask this many questions, man?" Fezco's voice remained calm, hiding any worry from his tone, yet you could tell he was on edge.

"Just you," He made his way back toward the counter, eyes dropping down to where Fez's fingers rubbed small circles over your hips, your eyes remaining on the floor below, begging yourself not to make eye contact with the man, "She tell you who I am?"

Fez's eyes widened a little, unsure whether Cal meant Lexi, or you, "Nah, man."

"-Are you a cop?" Faye spoke up, yet it wasn't enough to break the tension.

"No," his hand moved toward his coat pocket as he looked around the group, his face stoic.

Hearing a slight crinkle, you looked up through the fridges, noting Ash grabbing a pistol that was hidden in a cereal box. Holding your breath, you remained still, eyes darting toward Cal's pocket as he fished around, only to eventually pull out a couple of notes.

Yet the threat remained, still keeping you on edge even after you'd exhaled.

"Just a concerned father."

Placing the notes on the bench, Cal began to walk away, only stopped once he had stepped a foot outside, "Oh, tell your father I said I'll see him tomorrow, bright and early."

"What?" Your voice was quiet, but Cal had finally caught your attention, eyes wide as you looked toward him.

"Didn't he tell you? After his arrest, he got let go," you knew that. Of course, you knew that. You’d been discussing his need of a job not that long ago, "Lucky for him, I have a position available. He works for me, now."

His words should've been reassuring, knowing that your life wouldn't fall apart because neither of you could pay the bills, but his tone had just enough venom in to be a threat.

Sending you a dry smile, he finally made his exit, getting in his car before pulling out quickly. Fez had moved you to the side, following him out, just in case. Watching the man's tires screech against the wet concrete, Fez took a deep breath once he was finally out of sight.

Fez wasn't stupid, he knew that Cal knew, and that this wouldn't be the last of him.

Fez returned to the store, his face a little paler than usual, "The fuck was that about?"

His eyes settled on Lexi's as she fidgeted, swapping her weight between her feet, "Cassie. He came over last night, and threatened her. Said he knew that she knew, and he'd get the police to question her if she didn't tell him. That's why I'm here. I'm so sorry, Fezco-"

"Ain't your fault," he sighed, running his hand over his head before leaning against the table and pulling you close to his side, as if you were some sort of security blanket, "Your Dad really ain’t tell you?"

You shook your head, eyes meeting Ash's who had stepped out of the fridge the minute Cal had left, "No. He hasn't said anything."

"I don't think you should be stayin' there tonight. He knows where you live-"

"And you don't think he knows where you live, Fez. You're a way bigger target to him than me right now, maybe you two shouldn't stay there."

Shrugging, Fez shook his head, "Grandma."

Understanding, you nodded your head before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, hand delving into his pocket as he raised a brow at you. Pulling the cigarette pack from him and placing one behind your ear as he always did, you sighed, "I gotta get going anyway. Got a meeting."

You could feel Lexi's wide eyes on you, making you feel slightly uncomfortable talking about a NA meeting when you knew she also knew you weren't sober.

If this was what shame felt like, it could take a long run off a short bridge.

"Want me to drop you?"

Accepting a small, chase kiss from Fez, you placed your hands on his chest, "No, I uh... I think after that I could do with the fresh air. See you later."

Fez dug through his pockets for a second, grabbing his key out and placing it into your back pocket, "Come round after, alright?"

You nodded, before turning to Lexi, sending her a soft smile, "And thanks. For the warning."

Your words might've seemed sarcastic, since she actually didn't get to warn you about Cal, but she tried. And that was enough for you. Sending you a polite nod, she mumbled a goodbye as you left.

Deciding to scrap the idea of a meeting, you pulled out your phone and dialed a new number. Answering right away, Elliot sounded a little confused until you told him who it was.

"Shit, didn't think I'd actually hear from you. If you're looking for Rue, you-"

"No, I'm not. I know where Rue is," most likely at the meeting that you were currently skipping, "You still got some shit on you?"

You heard a huff of laughter, almost sounding condescending, but ignored it as the next lot of words left his mouth, "Always. I'll drop you my address."

20 minutes later, you were at Elliot's door, sending his sister... cousin... maybe even girlfriend -- You didn't know, nor care -- a polite smile as Elliot led you into his room, shutting the door with a slight slam.

"You should probably know, I'm already really, really high. Rue came over earlier, so..."

Wiping your nose, the powder causing your nostril to itch, you shrugged, "It's fine, I don't care."

"You didn't go to the meeting?" Stopping short, your head popped up as you sent him a perplexed stare, a second, neat line just waiting for you "Rue said that's how you met. Pretty fuckin' ironic if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you." You glared before angrily leaning down to snort the rest of the line.

Eyes widened, Elliot stuttered a little, "Shit, no. I didn't mean anything by it just... I dunno. I thought it was-"

"Hypocritical?" Pushing yourself against the boy's headboard as he sat on the floor below, he shook his head at you.

"No. Funny. Just... kinda funny."

When he struggled to hold in a smirk, you felt your own lips pull, a hearty laugh forcing its way out of your chest, Elliot's own cackle following after. You supposed it was pretty ironic.

You'd hoped the fresh air would've sobered you up as you stumbled toward Fez's house, deciding you'd take him up on his offer, but alas the slow walk did fuck all.

Pushing the door open, you managed to send it flying, the handle hitting the side panel behind it, "Shit, fuck... shh," you whispered, as if it was the door's fault.

Stumbling past the living room, you had to force yourself not to just collapse onto the couch and pass out there, tiredness making your eyes burn and the need for sleep causing your already not great agility to falter even more as you shin bone caught the edge of said couch.

"Sorry, shit..." you huffed, a side glance toward Faye who was fast asleep on the opposite couch.

You stumbled into the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on as you shut yourself in, hands gripping the sink as you tried to stop your heart from beating right out of your chest.

The door creaked open, and before you knew what was happening a gun was thrust to the back of your head. Releasing a yelp, you span around too high to actually be aware of the danger behind your actions.

"Fuck, Ma. I could've blew your fuckin' brains out." Fez sighed, his eyes squeezing shut when he realized it was you. Running his hand over his head, gun still clenched tightly, he sighed, "What you doin' getting in so late, making a shit ton of noise?"

"Sorry, I just... I had to pee real bad, and it was dark." You whispered, a feeble smile gracing your lips, hoping that due to the darkness, Fez wouldn't be able to see the size of your pupils.

Seemingly forgiving your sudden invasion, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, "You get to bed, I'ma go lock up."

Crawling into bed, you let out a long exhale, relishing in both the warm bed, and your sweet high. When the bed dipped next to you, indicating Fez was back, you turned toward him, lifting a leg up over his pelvis and snuggling into his side, body desperate for sleep.

"Everythin' good at the meeting?"

Keeping your eyes pressed together, you forcefully swallowed before nodding, hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately for yourself, Fezco wasn't the best at reading social cues.

"How long you got left of meetings? Or is it like, a lifetime thing?"

"I don't know Fez." You mumbled, pushing your face further into his chest as his fingertips traced swirls into your thigh. He knew you weren't exactly sober, but you were fully aware that he didn't know how bad it had got, especially since he hadn't been the one to supply you with drugs for a while.

"What about Rue? She good, or she still-"

Using the last remaining energy in your body, you pushed yourself up, sliding your leg all the way over him and straddling his hips, pressing a forceful kiss to his mouth, "I don't wanna talk about Rue right now."

He grunted as you rocked your hips against his, your tongue pushing it's way into his mouth before creeping down his neck as your fingers pushed up his grey shirt, dancing along his abdomen.

His own hands gripped your hips, fingertips playing with the lace band of your underwear before pushing you down harder onto him.

You should've felt a little amoral, using sex against him, but it was a sure-fire way to both distract him, and stop the guilt in your veins bubble.It would also guarantee a peaceful night sleep for the both of you, Ash and Faye’s ears be damned.

[athyathye]

The one push that made them fall for you

♡☆(Chifuyu, Ran and Baji)☆♡

Author's note 📝: I dunno the idea came and I just had to write it JEHDHDH its getting so close to hell week for me

Warnings ⚠️: a twinge of violence, maybe some curses and more~

Chifuyu :

❥ What could have made dear Chifuyu so smiley in the early morning? He was shining so brightly that it made most of them annoyed just by seeing his shiny skin.

❥ The dumb smile on his face couldn’t be wiped even when angry accidentally poured hot coffee on his pants and when baji purposefully tripped him, making him land on the cold hard dirty ground.

❥ This dude was out of it and the others didn’t know what the hell they were supposed to do.

❥ Have you guessed why though? It’s not because of his cat, nor was it the new chapter of the romance manga he’s been reading.

❥ Chifuyu had been crushing on you since the moment he laid eyes on the small cat keychain that looked oddly like his cat.

Walking through the school corridors with a bored look on his face, Chifuyu looked around for something to entertain him or just to find something that could catch his attention so that he wouldn’t actually pull through with skipping school.

But he didn’t have to wait any further, because something that would have his sole attention as well as affection for the next sixty, maybe eighty years or so was coming to give his door a knocking of a lifetime.

*Bang!*

Papers were scattered everywhere like how feathers would come out of a pillow used to hit someone. A yelp invaded his sense of hearing. Yes, I meant “knocking” literally. A soft body landed on him, but nonetheless the cold hard tiles behind him was what he expected, what he braced himself from.

Only for his head to be cushioned by a hand. A scene he was so familiar with because of the romance mangas except it happened to him in real life and reversed.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my, Sorry! Really really sorry! I’m in a rush” Before he could even reach out to you or even say something, you had already picked up the papers and rushed like the speed of light.

Still quite unable to move from the powerful impact he rolled to his side as he clutched his stomach. Though the moment his vision cleared he found a small keychain that absolutely melted his heart.

‘...She’s definitely the owner' Chifuyu thought to himself as he then sat up. He clutched the keychain before going on a journey to find the mystery girl. Not that he wanted too! It was just because he wanted to give you back your keychain like the good person he was! Totally not because he was curious, no sir.

He wasn’t the least bit curious about your shampoo that made your hair feel like the soft silk fabric from Mitsuya’s favorite shop. Nor was he curious about your perfume that made his nose twitch and made him feel like a pervert for breathing the air greedily after you left.

He was not at all-

“Ah.” Who made that noise?

A few corners later Chifuyu was met with a figure near the trash can. He could tell it was you even without the papers you were so preciously cradling earlier. It was because of the inimitateable way you gracefully moved even when walking.

To answer my previous question, it was both of you. He gasped from seeing your figure so easily and you gasped from being startled by a shadow looming over you. Slowly, you turned around. Your hair spinning with you as you turned.

A word that I could describe Chifuyu right now would be...bewitched. ‘F*cking pretty. What the- she’s breathtaking’ He thought as he glanced away with blushing cheeks. Surely anyone would agree with him if he said that, I mean look at you!

Way to go y/n! You made him fall for you at first sight!

Ran :

❥ You were already dating this boy when he fell for you. As much as it pains me, this man is a h*e. He’s a wh*re.

❥ Trust me when I say this dude only dated you for self-gratification. His ego boosted every time he pulled someone from any of the genders. You should have done what his name is the moment he came looking for you as his new prey.

❥ Ran is his name and playing with people was his game, what can I say? His dad’s probably the one to blame.

❥ But you had a perfectly good reason to accept his courtship though. From all the girls he’d dated, you were the only one he poured effort into. Other people, who were familiar with people like them, said the same thing whenever they’d meet you.

❥ Because of that, it actually fooled you into thinking he actually loved you...thankfully you were no pushover.

3 knocks on the door were heard, followed by 3 more stomps. It was Ran’s hidden message of telling you that he was by the door. Whistles began to leave your ears from the intense heat of your head. You had just finished ranting to your friends who told you that Ran truly was cheating.

Enraged by how he thought of you as a plaything. You grabbed a knife from your utensils drawer. Yes, I mean a knife. Ran was outside the door, with a single red rose that he routinely gave you as usual.

He was smiling carefreely, Rindou had just warned him of how ‘crazy’ one of the girls he was dating was. But he didn’t know which nor did he actually believe him. Now you, actually he was quite fond of you.

You could easily make yourself comfortable with him, knew how to play along with his jokes no matter how crazy it was and were also smart enough to know the dangers of being with him unlike his other flings who constantly threw themselves at him.

It took him a while to get you, but he knew for a fact you were worth it. Probably not the one, but still. He closed his eyes once he heard footsteps, a smile was unconsciously forming on his face though he didn’t know. The door opened. “Hey-”

“Are you kidding me!? Do I look easy to you!?”

Oh wow. A knife was pointed at his neck...how *gulp* exciting.

“W-what are you talking about?” He acted like he didn’t know a thing that it almost made you barf. He may have perfected his mannerisms but the eyes could never lie. You wouldn’t admit it, but you spent a good time just staring at his cool violet eyes.

He raised both of his hands up as his facial expression turned alarmed as soon as he saw the genuine rage in your eyes. It was the first time that he actually thought

‘Man...I might really die...I’m scared but why the hell am I kinda turned on-’ You never trembled, not even once as you held your weapon. Move your hand a little more and you would surely create a wound.

He saw the way you looked at him like he was the scummiest scum of the earth, and maybe he was. But dang did you actually make hate look hot. As he was fantasizing in his mind, you managed to cool down your nerves.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you feel like a king? Huh? Go die.” Were your last words to him, covered in spite. You slammed the door on his face and he spent a good few seconds just staring at the wooden door.

He stood dazed before it finally hit him. ‘Yup, this is the one. I’d be damned if I let you go now.’ He vowed to get you back even if that was the last thing he’d do. He could tell he was blushing, but gosh, he couldn’t forget the look you gave him as you slammed the door, out of his mind.

Before he could leave he heard a window opening.

“Hey *ssh*le! This is yours right?” You held up a guitar, the guitar that he used to serenade you in the early parts of your relationship. ‘Wait f*ck, no that’s rindou’s-’ “What am i gonna do with this huh!? Are you gonna sing for another tramp!? Yeah!? Then have it!” You threw the guitar out of your room.

As the sound of something breaking just a few steps in front of him. Ran was sure he was crazy, why? Cause he found you hotter and hotter by the second.

Baji :

❥ Oh boy. Managing to leash this one, how did you do it? Nevermind.

❥ You know what they call him now? A dog even worse than Sanzu. Mikey swears, you were all that was in Baji’s mouth. He didn’t know what the capital city of America is but he knew about the exact time and date you were born.

❥ One look from other people and they would all say the same collective response to his gaze on you. A gaze that said he was addicted to drugs.

❥ And that drug was you. From your sweet smiles that pop out whenever he’d crack a joke about how dumb he was or the sound of your laughter that would ring whenever he did something remotely idiotic on purpose though he makes it look natural.

❥ Everything revolved around you and you didn’t know whether you should be flattered or be concerned about his...obsession¿ towards you.

“Nothing is stopping me from beating the hell out of ya’ b*stard. You should have thought twice before leaking our plans.” Baji said with delirium in his dark eyes. A smile was present, the kind that was always present during his most brutal moments.

Mikey and the others looked away from him, surely nothing could stop him if he said so, so why even bother trying in the first place? Plus, the guy did leak their info for some pocket money. It wasn’t really a loss in Mikey’s opinion.

“No! I’m sorry! I promise! I’m loyal to my dying breath just let me defe- eugh!” He was hit with a punch he had no way of dodging.

“Who let you talk?” Baji uttered spitefully, shaking his aching hand. Though it didn’t really affect him, he hated two-faced people who rely on the shadows to hide their grimy hands. He never wanted a person like this on his side anyways, so might as well enjoy giving a warning to others.

“Excuse me? Is Keisuke Baji here?” ‘damn.’ Everybody who had Baji as a friend cursed as soon as they heard you. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like they hated you. But Baji just has a tendency to…

“Y/n! You’re here? Wanna see me beat up a traitor! I punch real good I promise” The rest of the founding members facepalmed. He waved his hands around like an idiot as if to get your attention. But instead of greeting him with a smile like you usually do, he was met with a frown.

He held the boy by his shirt’s collar, As your smile dropped his dropped too. He glanced at the boy in confusion, the boy looking back at him with a gaze that said he was even more confused. Then as if a light bulb lit up at the top of his head, Baji opened his mouth to speak.

“Ah! No violence! Got it!” He threw the boy away before making his way towards you, almost skipping before he stopped in front of you.

“Did you perhaps forget?” “Forget what?” “ !!! you were the one who invited me to a date...yet you’re the one who forgot” You pouted, the aura around turning dejected as Baji did his best to cheer you up.

“N- not at all! Psh- Who forgot!? Certainly not me” He tried to persuade, glancing at the others with clenched teeth to show that he was blaming them. To which Mikey just stared back, just as unamused and Chifuyu flicked the bird at him.

“Should we go now? I’m sure we can still find something to do, the night’s young!” He grabbed your wrist, urging you to run with him to the place he had in mind.

Seemed like bad luck was on his side today as the rain started to pour. He gave you his jacket to save you, but even that was now soaked. He looked really embarrassed and though you would’ve comforted him, he didn’t realize you were wearing heels. And that he made you run in them.

Taking them off, you faced Baji with a smile. A contrast to his slightly worried gaze. Though it didn’t seem like much he had his hand above you to stop any drop of rain from coming in contact with your eyes.

“I don’t really mind if you fight. You can still do it, I’m not stopping you. Just don’t let anyone hit you or your pretty face” Your hand grazed his cheek before pulling his hand away from your head.

You took it in your hand as Baji looked at you like you were truly an angel he didn’t deserve.

“Marry me.”

“Right now? Um...no.”

“Then in the future!”

“...I’ll think about it…”

[bigmammallama5]

Because how close Supergirl and Sentinel are, how Sentinel is more gentle with sg, the public thinks they are a couple

Kara is super offended that she's not paired with Lena.

Adds 10 years to Alex's therapy

Cue the f!Guardian

sdjghlsg ok so i was just gonna post a meme but i was feeling inspired for the first time in 84 years. i still dont have the space to open up ask prompts yet, but here u go, and thank you for the ask!

read on ao3

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Kara buried her face in her hands with an uncomfortable whine. On the high metal table she was leaning against a stack of tabloids had been scattered and flipped through, a couple of the nastier ones were crumpled. Pinned to the surface under her elbow was the latest edition of National City Mail. It was a full page, full color photo of Supergirl with her arm slung around Sentinel’s shoulders, her body leaning tiredly into the more slight form of the sleek vigilante. The angle of the photo and the way her eyes were downcast gave off the impression that she was leaning in to kiss her.

Super Saved by Sentinel, Sparks Sizzle!

“I hate tabloids. Soulless vultures.”

Kelly rubbed soothingly across the back of her shoulders with a concerned sound. It had been a growing issue ever since Alex had started working as Sentinel, everything getting even more messy when Kelly had joined the fray as the new Guardian in gold armor.

Supergirl and Sentinel, Is there something MORE?

A Super Save, Sentinel Snatched from Harm’s Way in a Close Embrace

Soft Spot for Sentinel? Supergirl Sings Praises

On and on the blithering headlines went, spinning tangled yarns as she and Alex worked more and more together in the public eye. Kara picked her head up and roughly shoved the tabloid away from her as if it stunk. Across the metal table Alex was stony faced and silent. She was also a little green around the gills.

“Kelly you should kiss Alex next time we save the day.”

“Not the right move, Nal.” Alex warned, not even bothering to look at Nia.

Nia bit her lip to keep from laughing, but Kelly wasn’t as tight lipped with a soft giggle. “Well you can’t just tell everyone you’re sisters. Maybe distant cousins could work?”

“Still not helping, sweetie.” Kelly softly turned Nia down. “It was a good thought.”

“I just don’t know what to do.” Kara whined. “Why Sentinel?” Kara griped.

“You two are, like, obviously buddy buddy even in costume.” Nia looked at her as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“But I’m like that with you!” Kara whined a little louder. “With Kelly! Even more so with Lena!”

Nia just shrugged. “I dunno, dude. Tabloids are weird like that. And the more you protest the more they double down. Though it doesn’t help a lot of people think you’re together. Don’t ever go in the twelfth floor break room at CatCo.”

“I’m going to need so much therapy for this.” Alex muttered, her dark eye makeup a little smeared from when she had hidden her face in her arms earlier.

Kara crossed her arms across her chest, feeling put out and jealous and a whole manner of mixed up ugly emotions.

“I wish they would leave me alone. But Sentinel? If they want to catch a picture of me with anyone I’d rather it be Lena.”

There was an awkward silence for a beat and Kelly filled it with an uh huh. Kara froze.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Kara laughed nervously and glanced around, the heated embarrassment of her accidental semi-confession creeping up her neck and face.

Alex grimaced sympathetically. Nia’s wide eyes were trained over her shoulder and her mouth was pressed into a thin line.

“Could you all give us a moment, please?”

Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach and out her ass as Lena spoke up quietly behind her.

Fuck.

She had really done it now.

Kara looked beseechingly to Alex for help, but all she got was an apologetically mouthed sorry and her sister was high tailing it out of there. Nia kept her mouth shut but gave Kara a somewhat supportive thumbs up and flip to finger guns as she left as well. Only Kelly, kind and supportive, gave her forearm a gentle squeeze and whispered one last bit of advice.

“You’ll be fine. No more secrets.”

She gave Kara a no nonsense look with a quirk of her brow, and then slipped away leaving the two of them in the room alone together. Kara could feel the space yawning open between her and Lena and she knew Kelly was right. No more secrets. She took a deep breath, straighted up with squared shoulders, and turned-

Lena was right there.

Right in front of her, barely two feet away.

Kara forgot what she was going to say.

“Hi.”

Lena’s green eyes were dark and roving all over her face, cheeks pink. “Me, huh?”

Kara swallowed thickly and nodded, afraid to say something even more stupid.

“Why me?”

Just the two simple words lanced through her paper thin defenses and words were spilling from her mouth like a geyser.

“I just-you’re amazing and so smart and honestly I don’t think I’ve had a better friend-and you’re so smart I haven’t had someone to talk to who knows as much as I do since Krypton and-and-Rao Lena you’re gorgeous too I’m almost intimidated-but you’re so kind and understanding and empathetic and if I could tell the world how amazing you are every minute I would because you’ve-”

Kara’s back collided with the table as Lena careened into her, her lips hot against her own as slender arms wrapped tightly around her neck. She steadied herself and breathlessly returned the affection as tabloids fluttered to the floor.

[harryskalechips]

one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa. 

Part deux ici 

[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.