#for me it's like waking up to ice cold water splashing on my face

[juieon]

i wake up and mark is tormenting me already

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬༄｡°

-r.b. x reader

summary: robin buckley summer headcanons!

warnings: lots of fluff!! some (hinted) 18+ content, oral sex, vaginal fingering (fem!receiving obviously), mention of weed, non-sexual nudity & skinny dipping (let me know if i missed anything!)

a/n: send me your requests for my summer fics & find my guidelines here!

❀ in summer, robin takes you to lover’s lake right after work to cool down (after spending your shift sorting in vhs tapes in sweaty uniforms, it’s a pleasant way to spend the afternoon)

❀ she sunburns so easily! the fact that she constantly forgets to apply her sunscreen doesn’t make it better either.

❀ so she always has a slight sunburn on her rosy cheeks.

❀ “i’m not sunburned at all! this is a tan”

❀ she loves to apply your sunscreen though, regardless of how careless she can be herself: she always helps you in the places you cannot reach. she’ll draw random shapes and patterns on your skin before spreading it.

❀ robin’s freckles are even more prominent in summer and you spend hours counting them as you lie close to her.

❀ robin will never not insist on buying you a sweet treat: mostly ice cream that she’ll later kiss from the side of your mouth.

❀ she also frequently goes to hawkin’s public pool with you and the rest of the group (where she will act like a kid)

❀ she’s in the water 24/7, constantly begging someone to join her.

❀ “come on y/n!! the water isn’t thaaaat cold! i’ve been in there!”

❀ if you decline, she’ll get out just to give you a tight hug while the water is still dripping from her.

❀ when she’s not bothering you, she’s splashing water at steve or busy having a canon ball contest with him. (again: literal kids.)

❀ but if you do join her, she’ll pull you close under the water or carry you around on her back, enjoying the possibility of being close like this in public without catching anyone’s attention.

❀ later, you’ll lie in bed with her, the two of you sharing kisses that taste of sunscreen and the last remains of pool water she’s soaked in all day.

❀ falling asleep is hard with the summer heat threatening to suffocate the two of you, but comes much easier when you’re home alone and don’t have to bother to wear clothes.

❀ her bare body pressed against yours, her chest rising and falling with even breaths, is enough to soothe you to sleep, regardless of the heat.

❀ this often leads to wandering hands in the morning though…

❀ …when the sun is still rising and a comfortable breeze is going through the room. when you wake up to soft kisses peppered down your back and robin’s hair tickling your neck.

❀ …when robin’s voice is still raspy from sleep as she asks you if you’re okay with it and instead of answering verbally, you pull her on top of you and taste the laughter from her mouth.

❀ …when she grinds down against you, and you move back up against her and you have to stifle your moans because she left the window open.

❀ “that’s my girl. so good. i wish i could hear you. you’re so pretty”

❀ so you end up coming with your face pressed against her pillows and her head buried between your thighs.

❀ her savings are not enough to take you to europe just yet, but she insists on taking you to a beach town for the summer vacation. somewhere where no one knows the two of you and you have a place for yourself.

❀ she loves to talk you on long walks along the shore, where she holds your hand and steals quick kisses when there’s no one around to see.

❀ robin brings french and spanish books that she’ll read to you while you’re sunbathing. you don’t understand what she’s saying, but there’s something comforting about the way she pronounces each syllable, while she runs her fingers through your beach waves.

❀ one night, she convinces you to go skinny dipping with her:

❀ it’s nearly 3am, you’re both a little high from a joint you’ve shared and there’s no one around to see.

❀ she’s giddy when she sheds her clothes for no one else but you to see and races you to the shore.

❀ the water is cold, yet robin’s body warm, when she wraps her arms around you from behind and pulls you into the waves of the sea.

❀ she holds you over the surface with ease so you can wrap your legs around her and cover her in salty kisses.

❀ you can kiss her openly that night, and enjoy being close and affectionate with her without having to worry that someone might catch you.

❀ robin collects the prettiest rocks and shells for you while you’re sunbathing.

❀ she’s constantly moving, walking along the shore as she’s looking for new things to find among the seaweed and sand.

❀ she then sorts them on your back and puts them down along your spine while you’re still dozing in the sun.

❀ robin definitely brings watercolors to the beach and paints the scenery.

❀ but she also has a camera she brings along to capture the moments, constantly snapping pictures of you when you’re not paying attention.

❀ after a long beach day, you can’t wait to wash the sand and salt off of your skin. you untie your bikini the moment you step through the door, letting it drop to the floor as you step to the bathroom with robin watching you.

❀ you beckon her over, then, and she stumbles over her own feet in an attempt to rush to the shower with you.

❀ she washes your hair under the shower, runs her gentle fingertips up your body, and traces your curves under the steam.

❀ only when you’re both clean and no longer covered in sea salt and sweat, she lowers herself down on the shower tiles until she’s kneeling between your legs.

❀ “so pretty. such a pretty girl”

❀ she doesn’t stop talking, not even when she puts her mouth on you and licks through your wet folds.

❀ “hmm such a pretty pussy too. taste so good for me.”

❀ you love to braid her hair, when she’s got her head in your lap and you’re listening to the soft sounds of the waves meeting the shore.

❀ when it’s your head in her lap, she’ll feed you the food she’s brought along; dropping grapes and apple slices into your mouth while she rambles on and on.

[nickistuffs]

Chimed encounters

Pairing: Harry x Designer Reader (curvy or plus-sized—whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: Meet-cutes that's all

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 5.5k

Notes: Back at it again! I might make this into a series of blurbs because we all need sweetness in our lives.

✨masterlist✨

...

You wake up to the blaring sound of your alarm at 6 a.m., groaning as you reach over to turn it off. A sigh escapes you as you mentally prepare for the busy day ahead.

Reluctantly peeling yourself away from the warm cocoon of your blanket, you head to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to shake off the remnants of sleep. After finishing up, you move to your closet, opting for something simple yet comfortable: a white boat-neck tee, grey jeans, and your trusty black Sambas.

The perk of being a freelance designer is the casual dress code—no rigid rules to follow. Quickly, you apply a touch of makeup, grab the closest jacket within reach, and stuff your essentials into your bag.

Before leaving, you glance around your apartment, double-checking for anything you might have missed—keys, phone, or plugs left in sockets. Satisfied, you lock the door behind you and make your way to the lobby. Your bike, chained under the stairs, waits for you. You place your bag in the basket, plug in your earphones, and brace yourself for the chaos of city commuting. But first, breakfast and coffee. ...

The familiar chime of the door greets you as you step into the quiet café you frequent. Felice, the owner, waves from behind the counter.

“Good morning, Y/N! The usual, or are you feeling adventurous today?” she teases with a warm smile.

“Morning, Felice. Surprise me,” you reply, smiling back at her excitement.

Felice and her husband, Jay, have been experimenting with new recipes to add to their menu, often using you as their unofficial taste-tester. Not that you mind—every dish is a delightful creation.

“It’s on the house! I don’t want your money, Y/N,” she calls out as she disappears into the kitchen.

You chuckle at her generosity and quietly slip a twenty-pound note into the tip jar, knowing she’ll try to give it back if she notices.

Finding a vacant table, you sit down and pull out your phone to review your agenda and upcoming meetings. Alongside it, your commonplace journal—a collection of ideas, sketches, and plans—makes an appearance. Pen in hand, you begin jotting down thoughts as the café’s calm atmosphere settles over you.

The door chime rings again, signalling another customer. Glancing up briefly, you spot a tall man wearing a cozy brown cardigan. You don’t think much of it until Felice’s voice cuts through the air.

“Harry! Your order’s almost ready. Jay’s just finishing it up now,” she says casually.

Your heart skips a beat. Harry Styles? You quickly lower your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in your notebook.

Felice calls your name, and you head to the counter to retrieve your breakfast.

“Thank you! Oh, this looks amazing. What’s in the sandwich?” you ask, marvelling at the colourful creation.

“Lettuce, tomatoes, two types of sauce, and pan-fried teriyaki-marinated tofu,” she explains proudly.

Before you can respond, the man beside you—Harry Styles—chimes in.

“That sounds delicious. Is it available?” he asks, his voice as smooth and familiar as you’d imagined.

You freeze momentarily, your mind scrambling to process the fact that Harry Styles is standing right next to you.

Felice, unfazed, answers, “Of course, Harry. Yours will be out in a minute.” She heads back into the kitchen, leaving you rooted in place.

Grabbing your tray, you quickly return to your table, doing your best to avoid eye contact with him. Meeting famous people always makes you nervous, and being an introverted designer who occasionally deals with high-profile clients doesn’t help. Plus, it doesn’t hurt—or maybe it does—that you’re a huge fan of his work.

You take a deep breath, push your straw into your iced coffee, and focus on your sandwich. To distract yourself, you doodle mindlessly in your journal.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Harry taking a seat at the table adjacent to yours. You keep your eyes down, bouncing between your coffee cup, your phone, and your sandwich, trying to act nonchalant.

When Felice calls his name to pick up his order, you resist the urge to look at him, knowing it would only make you more flustered.

...

Finishing your sandwich, you glance at your watch and realize it’s time to head to your first meeting. As you pack up your things, you risk a quick look in his direction. He’s taking a bite of his sandwich, seemingly enjoying it. For a brief moment, you consider asking if he likes it, but you bite your tongue and focus on leaving.

With your coffee in hand, you walk to the door, unhook your bike, and start to prepare for your ride. The door chime rings again, and you assume it’s Felice coming to say goodbye.

“Sorry, Feli, I’m in a rush—my meeting’s in 30 minutes,” you say quickly, only to stop mid-sentence when you see him.

It’s Harry Styles, holding your journal in his hand.

“Hey, you left this on the table. I didn’t want you to forget it,” he says, his voice kind and warm.

You freeze, your hand reaching out to take the journal. As your fingers brush against his, you feel a jolt of awareness that makes your cheeks flush.

“Oh, thank you. I didn’t realize I left it,” you mumble, embarrassed.

An awkward silence lingers as you both stand there. You avert your gaze, fumbling to place your bag in your bike basket.

“Thank you again, truly, but I need to go,” you say, finally hopping onto your bike.

“No worries. Have a safe ride,” he replies, smiling softly.

You meet his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking straight ahead, your heart racing as you pedal away.

As you turn the corner, you can’t help but replay the interaction in your mind, blushing harder than ever.

... I felt so giddy when I was writing this. aaaAAAHHH!

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐀𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 - synopsis : imagine waking up in the bath tub with leviathan completely naked and your neck was wrap around with his lovely chains !! ♡

❞ ; warning: dead dove eat. nsfw content (18+) f!sub (afab!reader) + dom!Leviathan + breath control k!nk + degradation + dacryphilia + dubcon and slightly noncon + mention of hanging and suicide + bathtub sex

author note: hello~ this is my first blog of smut of What the "Hell" is bad!! I apologize for the lack of writing bcs this is my first time writing smut, but please enjoy and please add something if I am missing something in the warning! 🙏💕

a/n II: I apologize if it bad bcs english isn't my first language 🫶💕

"worthless girl," leviathan scoffs at you the moment that you woke up. you are naked and your skin is touching the ice cold water. you couldn't breath as the chains around your neck. sitting on leviathan's crotch feeling his dick touching your pussy lips. you couldn't help, but choke and moan at the same time. both of your hands were chained up together.

"l-leviathan..." you choked his name, but it makes the chain goes a little higher. your body is shivering when the cold air touched your body. "A-ah!" you cried, feeling the tears slowly appearing.

"such a slut..." his voice sultry as his hands roams around your naked body. "such a whore... do you want the chain to go higher...? until you can't breath anymore...?" he whispers. his white button up shirt is soaked wet with cold water. all you can see is blurry vision from your tears and lack of oxygen. you did nothing wrong... you knew that he is jealous. jealous of you. your body is trembling and shivering. your hands is pulling the chains away from your neck, causes leviathan to become angrier.

Leviathan marked you. the mark and bruises from the chains wrapped around your neck starting to change your skin tone to darkish purplish. you couldn't breath as tears are rolling down your cheeks. "...please... l-leviathan..." you softly beg him to release you. feeling your body is throbbing in pain. "...please... release me..." hearing your whine as leviathan just watched you in sadistic.

Leviathan wants to humiliates you by watching you suffer with his chains wrapped around your neck until you're out of breath. he has no desire to kill you because you are Descendants of Solomon. he rather watch you being humiliated. his dick is rubbing your pussy lips as you whine, hearing the chains rattles. hearing the splashes from the bath tub. he refuses to let you go, he rather watch you suffer.

his hands groping your body as you cry. he envy of others for hoarding you like you are some special prize from the carnival. his two fingers found your clit as he rubs it as you cry even more. "...n-no... n-not there... please...!" you cry, but he ingores you. sucking on your body making a mark on you to show that he belongs to you. your pussy has become sore as your thighs tremble. you felt if the chains around your neck is getting tighter.

"be quiet, slut..." he mumbled under his breath. you could feel his dick slowly inserting into your insides as you let out a loud cries as tears. it hurt, but also feels good at the same time. your neck starting to hurt as you tried to pull the chains away from your neck. "it doesn't hurt." he said slowly moving your hips as you softly moans and choke.

the sound of water swishing and splashing from the bathtub. you could feel his hands gripping onto your hips and thighs. he bounces your body as he stares at your naked body. tears rolling down your cheeks as he continues to bounce your body. you couldn't breath anymore as the sound of you pleading and moaning was ingored by leviathan's deaf ears. you don't want to die, but leviathan is keeping you alive as his toys to mess around and throw you away like scraps. "your tears are pretty... I'm jealous..." he muttered as he harshly grabbed your face with his one hand. hearing the metal clink and your face was harshly grabbed. you could feel the metal chains burning through your skin around your neck.

"cry more, until you're full..." he muttered, his grip is harsh, but it feels good and painfully. he grip his hand on your hips as he keeping up the pace. hearing your moans and choke as leviathan's fingers piercing through your skin as you cry more.

"...I'm c-coming... l-leviathan... p-please... a-ah!!" you pleaded and cry as tears spill through your cheeks.

"don't cum slut, you're gonna make me jealous if you cum first..." he muttered as his other hand squeezes your cheeks, feeling his nails piercing through your flustered cheeks. you are tired and about to lose oxygen.

"...p-please... l-leviathan!" you beg one more time. "...wanna... come badly..."

leviathan is tired of hearing your whine and cries. he commands the chains around your neck higher. your vision is getting blurry as the chains is getting higher. "A-ah! c-can't breathe!" you gasp.

"f...fuck... I'm coming... soon." his low sultry voice mumbled as he squeezes your hips. your eyes widen feeling the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over. you knew that he is coming soon. "don't cum slut. you're gonna make me jealous."

"I...I... can't..." you cried. you couldn't hold it anymore, but you could tell that leviathan isn't happy that you came first then him.

you noticed that leviathan stopped. until you felt a harsh tug from the chains as you fell backwards on the bathtub. your back hitting against the white porcelain tub. the water splashes everywhere on the floor.

you felt a harsh grip as he makes you look at him in his beautiful white (?) eyes. feeling humiliated as he stares at your teary and abuse figure. he leans closer as he whispered to you quietly with a disappointed tone.

"i told you, not to cum first, you whore." he whispered causes you to shiver in fear. "unless you want to die from lack of oxygen, huh? Descendants of Solomon?"

he slowly give you a sadistic smile as he commands the chains to wrap around your neck tighter and higher until you can't breath.

" [ H A N G ] "

[k5ashe]

malicious

taking care of your anaemic roomate

mdni: dark content, mentions of degrading nicknames, abusive and toxic relationship

starring my twink malewife Nikolai ^^

"Fyodor-?" Your sweet voice rings in his room as you walk in, opening the curtains. It's 10 AM, a perfect Sunday morning. "Wake up, it's already 10. How long are you gonna stay coped in there?" Your tone is slightly strict, nagging him for being such a bed bug. You sigh when he pulls the blanket over him, reluctant to get up. "Do you want me to splash water on your face again?". At the mention of water, he gets up, staring at you with a scrutinized expression.

"It's my day off. Go away." You huff at his cold tone, opening the window and letting sunlight in.

Its been 5 months since you started living with him. A medical student with basically zero income- you needed a cheap place to stay, which wasn't hard when you found Fyodor. You still remember it like it was yesterday. Discovering he was anaemic was easy- there were signs. The first was how cold he was- just like his demeanor. His finger tips felt like ice against your plump skin. His eyes seemed tired, a yellowish hue in them. So, when he fainted while working, it didn't surprise you.

"You know, you should stop being so mean to me". You jokingly say, earning a glare from him. He slowly gets up, gulping down water. You stare at him for a second, before making his bed up.

Huh? Blood? You freeze, looking at his undershirt. The sleeves were ripped, as if surviving an assault. Half of the buttons were either ripped off or broken in half. What makes you erk was the humongous blood stain on it, the stench making you crill your nose up. It takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs the shirt, yanking it from your hands.

"Fyod-" "Did I ask you to make the bed? Stop pissing me off first thing in the morning."

You're taken aback by his strict tone, taking a step back. He enters the washroom, slamming the door shut. You huff, making your way over the kitchen.

You're left alone the whole day, the man not bothering to come out his room

Ring. Ring. Ring

You get up, startled by the sudden series of bells chiming. You hurriedly open the door, still half sleepy. "Who is it-...?". Your eyes meet one of a confused man. Long, white braided hair- spreading along him like an expanse of white scenery. He tilts his head, looking down at you with a grin.

"Wow, Fedya has a girlfriend? You're pretty, miss." Eh? A girlfriend? You shake your head, confused. "I'm his roomate. Who might you be?". At your question, the man fakes a disheartened smile, clutching his shirt. "How cruel, my dear Fedya hasn't mentioned me to you even once? Ah, well. He is an asshole, so." You fake a smile, looking at him. "He's not home right now. Is there a message you want me to pass down, sir-"

Oh, Lord. You freeze at the sinister smile the stranger gives you, his lips stretching wide. The lips, typically drawn in a tight, thin line, seem to stretch unnaturally across the face, forming a grim, twisted expression that appears almost predatory. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but there's no warmth or sincerity in the gesture. Instead, it exudes an aura of calculated malice, as if the person behind it is relishing some hidden agenda or reveling in the discomfort they are causing.

"Ah, how cute. Staying with a criminal-" Before he could complete what he was saying, you slam the door in his face, dropping to the floor. Your heartbeat is the fastest it has ever been. In a second, you're sprinting, closing all the windows in the house and double locking the back door. You hug yourself, wrapping yourself up in sheets, hoping to find some comfort.

Till dawn, the image on that smile haunts your mind.

"Fyodor? Your friend came to visit you." He quirks an eyebrow, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading. He's silent, signalling you to continue.

"He has really long, white hair. Honestly, he scared the crap out of me. He startes grinning like a madman and he said I'm living with a criminal. People these days are-"

Huh? You shut your mouth when you see his expression. His eyes are wide, staring at you as he's seen a ghost. You shiver.

"And he kept calling you Fedya". He gets up, grabbing your shoulder. You look at him, confused. " Fyo-". His hand chops down on your neck. You gasp, feeling immense pain run through your spine. In a second, you're out cold.

".. You know too much."

As you woke, your heart pounded in terror. Chains bounded your wrists and ankles, trapping you in a dim, foreboding room. Panic surged through you as you struggled against the cold metal, realizing you were captive and alone, mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"You're up"

You lift your head, heart dropping to your stomach when you recognize the familiar face. The tired eyes, purple hair. "Fyodor-?... Why are you-.. "

And then it all comes down. The countless blood stains you found on his shirt. His absence of days, stretching to weeks. How he hated you grabbing his phone. At a point, this should have deemed suspicious to you. But, love makes you blind, right?

It was like love at first sight. His tone was oddly gentle and he was more open to you. His build was slim but he was strong, strong enough to grab you when you almost fell from the couch. You felt nervous under his gaze. When your eyes met, a rush of nervous excitement fluttered in the pit of your stomach, mingling with the undeniable pull of attraction. It was as if time stood still, the world fading away around you as you became lost in the depths of his gaze.

"... Will you kill me too, Fyodor?". Your sweet voice rings through him again, and he clenches his teeth, almost holding back. His hand grabs your chin, tilting it up. You smile at him, a genuine one.

"I love you, Fyodor."

He stares at you, silent for a moment before he slowly starts laughing. He laughs and laughs, the sound cold and humourless. "Oh, you really are dumb, aren't you? I already suspected you were one. But this? What an idiot."

He stands up now, walking to where you sit on the floor. A harsh smirk is on his lips now, and he stands above you, looking down at you with a twisted expression. "Look at you... you honestly can't see why I picked you? A dumb slut is what you are. And you're mine to play with, after all. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you were smarter, but, clearly not. You're nothing but an idiotic whore."

"But-" Your voice cracks. "I love you, Fyodor. I love every single moment that happened between us. There’s no way all that was fake." You say, crying.

"Oh? You love me?" He grips your hair now, pulling you up to your feet. He smirks as his eyes stare darkly into your own, almost sadistically amused by your words. He's always been cruel, but... never to this degree. "My dear, look where it's gotten you, hm? You're at my mercy... do you really think confessing to loving a man like me will do you any good?"

You gasp for breath, tears streaming down your face. "Play with me, Fedya". You say, tone almost desperate. " Just don’t leave, Fedya-"

Your words die at your tongue when a cold blade presses on your neck. Before you could move, your eyes close. You suddenly realise you can't move -- won't move. The blood spills and colors the floor is a beautiful red color, soaking his shoes up. It's the last thing you ever see

[captain-mj]

Korangi mafia au 👀

I don’t know I wanted to Drabble

Horangi shivered in the bottom of his cell, body aching. The men that had been in the room previously had cut him. Using knives to make tiger stripes across his body. He was now… decorated. It had been a very rough week for him.

Horangi tried to sit up while his body burned. It told him to please sit the fuck back down. He should get up. Was supposed to get up. They would come back at any point and finally finish him off. But Horangi couldn’t drag himself up. It was definitely a low point. He knew that all of the gambling would eventually catch up to him, but he didn’t really expect to die here. In some random gang’s members basement.

Someone walked in after a while. There was an unnerving silence before freezing cold water was splashed on him, soaking him to the bone. He swore he felt chips of ice hit his body and the fresh wounds. It hurt so bad that his eyes started to water but he refused. He wouldn’t fucking cry.

“Do you speak my language?” The man had a thick Austrian accent. Now that Horangi was looking at him, he thought he recognized him from somewhere, though he couldn’t pinpoint it. Based on the fact he was here and so nicely dressed, he assumed someone important from some gang or mafia or mob or some other group that wanted his head.

Horangi nodded numbly. He hurt all over. But he didn’t cry. Not once.

“I don’t think you’re worth the amount of money i just paid for you to get released. But you’ll do.”

Horangi frowned. “What?”

“Paid your debts. Hong-jin, right?”

“Prefer Horangi.”

“Horangi.” The man repeated and stood up. He was… very well dressed. Hair slicked back. He was much older than Horangi. His arms were covered with tattoos.

“Why did you pay my debts?”

“Have a job for you. You’re lucky too. They were just about to come down here and…” He mimed putting a bullet in Horangi’s head. “But we don’t need to dwell on that do we? Because I’m going to give you a job. Once you’ve paid off what I paid today, I’ll start paying you. Good money too. If you do it right.”

Horangi’s body reacted. It tensed and it felt like he’d split open where the scarring was. “You’re not whoring me out. I swear to God I’ll fuc-”

He felt them strike his face hard. The rings on his hand cut open his skin. “If I wanted to, I would already be doing so. Wouldn’t have bothered waiting for you to wake up.”

Horangi bit his tongue and looked up at him.

“Now, my guys here are going to pick you up and finish cleaning you off. Then we’re going to go home. You have one week to recover and after that, we’ll talk. You understand?”

Horangi nodded, having a lot of questions but making the decision to save his own life first. He could always escape later. Couldn’t exactly resurrect himself.

“Get him up.” The man left and Horangi felt the other men pick him up like he was a doll. His body dangled to the floor helplessly as they moved him elsewhere. He noticed vaguely he was in a car but everything went dark around the edges and then he was out.

The bed He woke up in was so soft. Someone had bandaged him up. This time, Horangi managed to drag himself out of bed. He needed to find a way out. Debt be damned. He’ll pay later.

He opened the door and almost fell back.

Large man. He had to be close to 7 feet tall. Horangi thought he was a bit… scrawny, but he made up for that in height.

“Hi.”

The man had turned bright red. His hair was a dark auburn that was almost the same color as his face. He had a patch of freckles as well over his nose and cheeks.

“H-hi.” The poor guy managed to stutter out.

Horangi stared at him, a little surprised someone as dangerous and with enough money to pay off the… excessive amount of money Horangi owed, would hire… this guy.

“Can I help you?”

The man held up some bandages and it clicked that he was probably a medic. A waste considering his size, but that’s exactly what he needed right now. With a small amount of hesitation, Horangi had to admit that this was a lot better than dying of infection and surely staying just a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

“What’s your name?”

“Um…”

“Um isn’t a very good name. Mine is Horangi.” He knew he shouldn’t be so mean, but it was a little too easy.

“Most people call me König.”

“König? Doesn’t that mean King?”

“Yes.”

“They call you King?” Horangi very much doubted it.

König frowned at him, looking more and more flustered by the second. “And they call you Tiger?”

“You know Korean?”

“No. I looked it up.” König admitted rather quickly. “Can you lay down for me? You are very injured…”

Horangi slowly obeyed, not really believing that this marshmallow of a man could hurt him. He laid down and stretched. His entire upper half only had bandages. His face had a few too, but he didn’t really want to think about that. They were stretched over his face.

Now that he wasn’t actively bleeding out or freezing to death, he could feel it more. The cuts ran along his spine and then curling down his ribs. They ran over his arms and even to his knees. Along his face, they had carved little lines to represent how much he owed. They had done tally marks for every 1000 euros. He supposed it was better than what they could’ve done.

König was gentle. He unbandaged him and gently cleaned the wounds. His hands were warm and although there were clear calluses on his pointer finger, most of his hands were nice and soft. König also took a considerable amount of care in being nice. No fast movements, no rough pressing of the cloth, not an ounce of unnecessary pressure.

Once König was done cleaning each wound, he carefully bandaged him back up in the fresh bandages. His fingertips grazed his skin and Horangi was surprised by the amount of goosebumps that gave him. It had been a while since someone had touched him this way. It had been while since anyone touched him in general unless it was to hurt him or… worse. He sighed softly and relaxed more.

König patted him gently. “All better?”

No. Not at all. “Feel cleaner. Don’t suppose I could take a shower?”

“After all my hard work? No. If you’re able to stand long enough, I’ll help you shower tomorrow.”

Horangi groaned but nodded. It was fair. The idea of a hot shower was alluring, but he probably could not stand for long enough. He fell asleep and eventually someone brought him food. It was just soup, rather plain soup at that, but he ate it and continued on.

This time, when he went to make his escape, someone was there guarding his door, not about to come in. They simply flashed their gun and made a motion for him to go back inside.

“Need anything, ask. Boss says we need to take real good care of you.”

Horangi did not like the sound of that. He checked his windows but they were nailed shut. His bathroom was nice, but there was only a tiny window at the top that he definitely could not fit in.

Fuck.

Horangi sighed and waited for König to come back. Eventually his back started to pull tight again and he decided to lay down again. Everything hurt. He paused as he left the bathroom and considered looking at himself. After a few minutes of hesitating, he decided to not. He’d wait until he had healed mostly.

So Horangi laid back down and tried to focus on anything other than the ache on his skin. The burn of his muscles when he moved them wrong. He wished he had something for it. Pain medicine of some kind or even just compresses would be nice.

Horangi asked the guard for it and they pulled out their phone to text someone.

König arrive again. He looked just as anxiety riddled and big as before, only now with the added bonus of having dark circles and a small frown.

“Everything alright? I didn’t really need assistance. Just the items.”

König shook his head. “I want to make sure no infection has set in. The wounds are so close to your spine… I worry about what might happen.” He gently pushed him down and put his hand on the nape of his neck to keep him there. Horangi tensed and grabbed the sheets as hard as he could. The position made him nervous but he stayed still.

König examined them again and cleaned them once more. He then put something cold on them while he fed Horangi two pills. They were pretty small so Horangi doubted they’d work until suddenly it felt like he had been knocked flat on his ass. The world melted away and with it all the pain.

König’s hands were magic. They gently soothed away any heat. He blinked and König was tugging him up.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you want a shower still?”

“I thought you said tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow. I forgot you’re smaller. Need smaller doses.” König lifted him with a little too much ease.

Horangi groaned, too tired and sluggish to be mad about the comment about his size or the way he picked him up. “What did you give me?”

“Don’t worry about that. Ill bathe you instead.” König set him down on the sink and Horangi just nodded. He wasn’t wearing much clothing so it was easy for König to undress him. The water turned it and after a few minutes, he gently scooped Horangi back up.

Horangi tensed at the last second above the water, expecting it to be either freezing cold or way too hot, but it was pleasant. Maybe a little warmer than he would normally make it, but pleasant. He melted as König started to wash him. The warm rag ran over every inch of skin. König seemed particularly careful behind his ears and along his arms.

“Do you know what my job is?”

“That’s not something you need to concern yourself with right now.” König smiled at him, red again. Only now did Horangi consider how this might be for him. Poor little anxious man.

“So you do know?”

“...i do.” König sighed. “It really isn’t important.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?” Horangi pressed him but also pressed into his hands.

König grabbed his face, gently cleaning the tally marks and then scrubbing the rest. “I don’t want to upset you. You should be focused on healing.”

Horangi stared at him for a moment. “Is it bad?”

“Depends on your definition of bad.”

“Fine. Define bad for me.”

König hummed. “Well… I consider something bad when it causes me physical harm on a regular basis.”

“With this?”

“Only if you’re bad at it.”

Horangi glared at him and watched him drain the water. He put his thoughts together long enough to cover himself. König wrapped him in the towel and then took him back to the sink, drying him off carefully.

“Is it degrading?”

“I’d consider it well respected.” König smiled at him. He was only slightly blushing now and it was… endearing instead of amusing.

Horangi frowned but just nodded. “Why can’t you just tell me what it is?”

“They haven’t decided if they want to actually give it to you.”

“If they don’t give it to me?”

König looked uncomfortable. “No one will hurt you.” There was a weird amount of conviction in his voice.

Horangi nodded a little. “Yeah, okay…”

[oizysian]

IV. ALL THAT YOU LOVE

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

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It was early in the afternoon when I heard my phone go off. I groaned, the sun blinding me as I turned over and opened my eyes, trying to locate my phone. I reached over to the coffee table in front of me and grabbed for it, falling off the pullout couch I was laying on as I did so.

"Fuck." I let out a groan, grabbing at my shoulder and sitting up.

After rubbing the temporary hurt, I picked up the phone and checked who was texting me.

???: Hey, Y/N! It's Lizzie! Do you still wanna meet up for lunch? I know a cute little bistro by your hotel if you're interested. Let me know, okay?

It took me a moment to register what I was seeing before realizing that it was Elizabeth texting me about our lunch date. No, stupid, not a date - she's married, stop that.

I checked the time, nearly 10:30am. I sighed and sat up against the couch, eyeing the bed where Brie was still asleep. What was I gonna do about her? Maybe I'd bring her some food back if she wasn't up by the time I was ready to leave.

With a little bit of a struggle, I got up from the floor, my body stiff and my head still spinning a little bit. Even though I had way less to drink than Brie did, I still had a little bit of a hangover. She was gonna have the worst headache of her life when she woke up.

I went into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face to wake myself up. This was the day I'd been waiting for forever. The woman who I had the biggest crush in the world on, who I had just met last night, was meeting me for lunch. I had to be on the top of my game.

I brushed my teeth and got dressed, deciding on a simple outfit, not much different than the one I wore the night prior. I took two aspirin and a glass of water and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed on the side closest to Brie so that when she woke up, she'd see it and maybe it would lessen her hangover. Maybe.

As I was putting on my shoes, my phone went off again. It was Elizabeth letting me know she was downstairs. Okay, this was it. I could do this.

I took a deep breath and collected my belongings. I looked back at Brie to see if she had woken up and when I was absolutely sure she was still asleep, I left, closing the door behind myself as quietly as I possibly could.

I nearly ran down the hall towards the elevator, beyond excited to be meeting Elizabeth fucking Olsen for lunch. I got in the elevator, wringing my hands nervously as I quickly approached the lobby.

Don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid.

I held my breath as the doors opened. I stepped out, discreetly looking around for her as I exited the building.

"Y/N! Hey!" I heard a feminine voice call me and I turned to see Elizabeth waving at me just a few feet away from where I was standing.

"Hey." I greeted her back, walking up to her and only being slightly surprised at the giant hug she gave me as a hello.

"I'm so glad you decided to have lunch with me before you left for New York."

"How could I say no?" I smiled at her and she linked her arm with my own, leading me down the street.

I looked down at our arms interlocked and I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest. This closeness was a lot to take in.

"This place makes the best sandwiches and the coffee is to die for. Do you like coffee?" She asked me and I nodded.

"Iced mostly, but I drink it."

"Me too. I love iced coffee. And smoothies. Pretty much anything cold. Especially ice cream."

"I love ice cream." I smiled at her enthusiasm, wondering where she got all this energy from so early in the day.

"What's your favorite flavor?"

"Hm ... jamoca almond fudge. A Baskin Robbins exclusive. What's yours?"

"Pumpkin. Or caramel crunch. With toffee."

"Pumpkin?" I make a face. "Yuck. Absolutely yucky."

"No!" She cried out, tugging on my arm. "You have to try it! There's a place in the east village that has the absolute best pumpkin flavored ice cream!"

"I'm not sure how I feel about pumpkin flavored anything." I chuckled, watching as she pouted at my words.

"Please, just once! Come with me to get pumpkin ice cream, you won't regret it, I promise."

I looked at her for a split second and nodded, giving in rather easily. Even though the thought and idea of pumpkin flavored ice cream disgusted me to my very core, I would try it for her.

"Next time you're in New York we can try it."

"Yes!" She cheered, bouncing slightly on her toes as we continued to walk.

Before I had a chance to respond we had arrived at our destination. She led me inside and spoke to the hostess, confirming her reservation and she led us to a secluded table outside where we got comfortable and started looking at the menu.

"Everything sounds so good." I murmured to myself, flipping between the lunch section and the drinks.

"This is what I recommend."

She pointed out a few items and I hesitantly chose one that she picked out, wanting to try something new but afraid of my pickiness getting in the way.

"You'll love it. The chicken here is so good."

"I trust you, Elizabeth. I know you won't steer me wrong."

"Call me Lizzie. People only call me Elizabeth in a professional sense."

"Okay. I trust you, Lizzie."

She smiled brightly at me and I nervously took a sip of my water. Damn, why did she have to be so cute.

"So, tell me more about your video games."

"I can only tell you about how much I love them, 'cos that's all I know."

She giggled, resting her chin in her hand and leaning her elbow on the table.

"Are video games all that you love?"

I blushed slightly, shaking my head at her words.

"No, I love other things too."

"Oh? Like what?"

You.

"Sleeping. I sleep a lot."

"Mm, I wish I could say that." She looked at me for a moment before speaking again. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"Girlfriend?"

I shook my head again.

"I'm very single. I haven't had a girlfriend for quite a few years."

She nodded at my words and leaned back in her seat when the waiter arrived to take our order. She waited for them to leave before striking up the conversation again.

"You seem really close to Brie." She was no longer looking at me, her attention now on the glass of water in front of her. "Do you guys ... like each other?"

What an odd question. I took a moment to think about it before answering her. Did I like Brie? Of course I did, but did I want to date her? I mean, maybe if I had met her before knowing about the existence of Elizabeth. I had a huge crush on her and despite the fact that I had only just met her, I got butterflies when she was around and I just didn't feel that way about Brie.

"Not like that. On my end, at least. I can't speak for Brie."

She nodded in understanding, taking a sip of her water.

"I would've guessed differently from the way you were both acting yesterday."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled slightly. "We're just really good friends. We have a lot of the same interests and she's a really great person to hang out with."

"Maybe I should get to know her more myself." She spoke and I nodded.

"You could always play video games with us. We could teach you Mario Kart."

"Oh, I love Mario! I wanna play as Princess Peach."

"I usually play as baby Daisy. Brie seems like a Dry Bones kinda guy."

"Dry Bones?" She questioned and I realized that she probably hadn't played any Mario games with the newer characters in them.

"We gotta catch you up with Mario lore." I laughed and she scrunched up her nose in amusement.

"I think that'll be fun."

We ate our lunch, chatting about nothing and everything. She insisted on paying and I let her, but only after she promised she'd let me pay when she came to visit New York. I bought Brie something small to eat and we left, her arm linked with mine once again as we made our way back to the hotel.

BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was seen having lunch with a mystery woman today. Sources say the duo met last night at the most recent Marvel afterparty.

Elizabeth, seen here, enjoyed lunch and spoke animatedly throughout the meal.

EDIT: Sources say the mystery woman is Twitch streamer Y/N, known as y/n_gaymergod on the internet.

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp

[helionpegasus]

ceilings

azriel x reader

words count: 899

warnings: none, pure fluff :) a bit angst??

The rain got us by surprise. It was supposed to be an afternoon walk on the street, to enjoy the beginning of spring. 

We walked near the lake eating ice cream, stopped by the bakery shop to eat red velvet cookies and a strawberry pie. Both of us are weak for any sweet.

The days have been sunny and fresh, no warning of a storm breaking in.

“Should we risk running to your home?” He said while we were trying to hide from the rain in an awning from a shop by the street. 

“We will arrive there soaked.” I said laughing. “But we can try.” He only gave me a sly smirk, like that’s exactly the answer he wanted. The golden eyes shining like the sunset surrounding us.

With a fast move, he grabbed my hand and we started running through the streets. We were not far from my apartment, actually, arriving there was pretty quick, but not fast enough for our shoes don’t soak our feet in their own private pool.

My thoughts were interrupted by the soft brush his scarred hand gave mine. Hands surprisingly so soft and kind. I realized we’re already on my floor, standing in front of my door.  “Well… safely delivered. Perhaps a bit wet, but I think nothing is out of place.” Our laughs echoed in the empty hall.

I look up, meeting his eyes. Warm and expressive, the opposite of his inexpressive facial features that would not tell a thing. And I get lost in memorizing every piece of his beautiful face, like I’m scared of never seeing it again.

I didn’t realize we were so up close, our breaths matching, it must be pure muscle memory. Nozes almost touching, his hand smoothly reaching for my neck. I closed my eyes, just waiting for what’s coming next. So desperately hopeful, when it happens. His lips touch mine like they’re still shy and careful, then gaining confidence and deepening it.

His other hand found a place in my waist, pulling me more against his body. Hot besides the situation that we’ve been in. I link my arms around his broad shoulders, our lips dancing on their own, like this kiss is our savior.

“What if… you stay here tonight?” I asked unsure when we pushed apart from each other slightly, breathless. Scared of what his answer would be. 

He looked at me, searching for any regret. And found none.

“Yes, it sounds like a really good idea. It will be a long night, though.” And there was that smirk again. Enough to make both my legs weak with so little. I gave a smile of my own, and our lips were meeting again.

I don’t remember when we entered the apartment, nor the moment we got in my room. The moment we got our clothes off and linked ourselves in the bed, even less.

All I remember is looking at his beautiful face once more. Running my fingers through his dark locks. Tracing his pointed nose, full and soft lips, round ears and sharp jawline that needed to be shaved.

All I remember is resting my head in his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat and steady breath. Only my white sheet covering our naked bodies from the moonlight creeping through the window on our left side.

All I remember is feeling my chest burn to say all the feelings that I’ve been repressing to myself. To not disturb our peaceful bubble.

*

All I remember is waking up breathless. Soaked in my sweat. With the other side of the bed empty and cold. Because he has never been here.

The dream tonight was vivid as always. I started to get used to it. We all do when you have to deal with it for years.

Once I steady my breath, I walked to the bathroom to splash water on my face. Hoping that will wake me up a bit more.

“Morning!” Bryce said once I got in the living room.

“Morning.” I replied, going straight to the kitchen. I need coffee so bad.

“You look like shit.” “Thank you, Bryce! That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” My fake smile hides in the mug while I sip, letting the caffeine get in my veins.

“It’s those dreams again?” No answer from me was enough. “You’re getting consumed by it. Searching for help would not be a bad idea.”

“I’m not going to talk about vivid dreams with an amazing male that doesn't exist with my therapist.” The redhead rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying to seek help from your therapist. Your grandmother was a Seer, right? Maybe this is some kind of other expression of power.”

“But a Seer is supposed to see the future, Bryce. A power that extends to seeing the future of everyone. But I only dream with him. I don’t know who he is, I don't know his name or what he sounds like. All I know is that he appeared once in my dreams, with such a warm presence. And never left.” I felt a tear roll in my cheek, I didn’t even realize I was getting emotional. Pathetic.

“Maybe the dreams are a sign of someone you’ll have to help in the future.” Her soft thumb brushed my single tear.

“Maybe…” I agreed.

“Or perhaps, you’re having visions of your mate.”

[kikiswriting7]

Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 3

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hi guys! Took a while to update this on AO3 BUT here you go! Let me know what you think <3

lots of love, Kiki

CHAPTER 3 - DAWN

Once more I wake up with the worst hungover. But this time it feels even worse. What the hell happened for me to get like this? I am still wearing last nights clothes and with make up on.  The last thing I remember is Gabi asking those stupid “Drink If” questions. I groan as I leave the bed holdind my head in between my hands. Ugh Im never touching alcohol again. I get up and go to the bathroom in hopes that washing my face with cold water would chase this terrible feeling away.

I reach the bathroom and splash the ice cold water on my face. The only thing that takes it away is the fogness of yesterdays events and everything comes all at once. Us all getting drunk and deciding to go for a walk at the beach late into the evening. Jungkook showing the constelations holding my hand. Coming back home worse. Falling asleep on the couch. Jungkooks strongs arms carring me to my room. Tucking me into bed and leaving shortly after. I look myself in the mirror with pure shock. 

“Fuck…. Eli” I groan. I gamble that she would’ve slept over and go to Gabi’s room where I find them both laying bed looking at their phones. They both just look over their screens but don’t say a word. 

Gabi moves over a bit and pats over the space in between the two. I crawl to the spot and lay face down on the soft and sweet smelling pillow. I let out a groan. 

“I feel like dying” I say the sound muffled by the pillow. 

“you are not alone sister” I receive gentle taps on my back. I sit back down on the bed facing both of them. 

“I’m so sorry for last night, Eli. I swear I didn’t intend to any of that to happen” I say to her with sorrowfull eyes

“I mean, thank you for saying that. I guess hes not really into me anyway. So its fine. Don’t worry about it.” She shrugs

“I promise I will not do anything with him.” I offer.

“its ok if you do honestly. It good that this bandaid was ripped off sooner rather then later. It would’ve definetly hurt much more.” She shrugs it off. 

“do you still feel like to have that movie night today?” gabi asks “We both totally understand if you don’t” I nod in agreement with her. 

“I can text him not to come. I don’t feel very well anyway. I bet he might not be the best either.”

“I mean, we can still be friends. He geniualy seems like a nice guy, just not interested in me like that. So that’s ok. We can still hang out.” She adds, even though with a sad look on her face. 

I give her a hug laying down on top of her. “Are we good then? I was honestly worried that you would be mad at me”

“We are good, don’t worry” she hugs me back laughing “now get off, you are smashing me” she taps my back and grunts. 

With a smile I lay back down between them. Pulling my own phone out of my pocket. 

My heart races as I see the message I received not too long ago. I gasp and both of them immediately look to find out what cause such a reaction. I spring up and scratch my eyes. 

Gabi sitting next to me and pulling my phone out of my hand reading the text out loud. 

 “Good morning! I was wondering if you are up for coffee? I know a place nearby that is quite good”

She slaps my arm. “why are you not up yet!? Go get ready!” motioning me to hurry up.

“Gabi I feel like death has come for me this morning…. I don’t know If I have the energy to go out right now”

“Girl I don’t care, you are still breathing. Go brush your teeth and change.” She says giving a fake smile. “NOW!”

I look to Eli for support but she just shrugs and goes back to being busy with her phone. 

“plus…” she says with her evil grin  “I already texted him yes.” She shows me the phone “he says he will be here in 10 to pick you up” 

My eyes go wide and yank the phone out of her hand. Reading back the messages. She really did send those messages. Oh my god.

“Im going to kill you” I say under my breath

“Well, better be after you get ready. Chop chop” she claps her hands. 

I immediately get up and rush back to my room trying to fix something else to wear. I exchange the black fluff sweater for a hoodie and try to fix the eye liner from last night that makes me look more like a panda than human. 

Once I think that is good enough I quickly brush my teeth and rush to the door to put on a pair of shoes and leave the house. My keys still in the pocket of my jacket from last night is a blessing. If I rush more then this I think I might be sick. I take a deep breath and get my composure back, taking it easy to reach outside. 

I see Yoongi waiting outside the apartment with his phone in his hand. 

“Hey stranger” I say leaving the building. He looks up and gives a small smile. 

“Was about to text you” he shakes his phone and quickly puts back in his pocket.  

It was a cold day but it was sunny, making it a more pleasureble temperature. The perfect day to not have a hungover. But here I was. 

The walk to the café is pleasant. Indeed its not far from my place and the place looks quite cozy. It full of books and it leads to a nice garden. We find a place at a corner all the way at the end of the place overlooking the garden that must be beautiful during spring and summer. The café was quite busy having breakfast and chitchatting. The atmosphere was defintely inviting to stay hours on end. 

“What is your poison?” he asks me before sitting down

“Honestly, a latte would be a killer right now.” I say following it with a quick thanks.

A few moments later he comes back with a tray with more stuff then I thought he would bring. He places my latte in front of me. 

“I was not sure what you would like right now, but I also got a strawberry short cake. Its yours if you like it.” He takes the iced americano from the tray and the chocolate muffin. 

The cake even though, simple looked perfect. Layers of cake, cream and straberries making the slice very appealing. 

I bite my lip before removing the little plate from the tray giving him a smile “Its actually my absolute favorite. Thank you!” which I only receive a small grin in return. 

“So what have you been up to this weekend?” I ask him between bites of the heavenly cake.

“Nothing much.  I’ve spent most of the night busy trying to fix this track I started to make, other then that nothing much more exciting.” He counters.

“Yeah I wish…” I say sighing getting lost in thought from last night. My heart rushing at the thought of Jungkook. No, I tell myself. Nothing can happen. Even after Eli said it was fine. 

“Rough night for you too?” He asks taking me back to reality.

“I swear I’m never drinking again” and rest my head on my hand. He chuckles 

“Yeah JK said you guys were quite drunk” he says casually. But I almost choke on my hot drink 

“Oh I didn’t know you were friends?” I ask him trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably. 

“yeah we are in the same friend group. Well, that and we all share a house. We’ve all known eachother for some years now.” he says taking his attention back to his half eaten muffin. 

I hope he didn’t see my absolute shocked face. But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be that lucky. Great. Of course they were friends. Did JungKook say anything else to him? Was this why he was being friendly to me? 

“Ah that’s nice…” which is all I can gather to say. He just nods. 

After some small talk and finishing our food the place seem it got busier, with people coming for brunch. The headache still brewing in my brain not giving me pantience, I pinch the bridge of my nose. 

Yoongi seems to notice “ Hey are you feeling ok?”

“Not really” there is no use in lying right now “To be honest I have the worse hungover.”

“No worries we can hang out more on another day”

“I mean, do you want to come over?” I blurt out as we leave the place “Yesterday night, Gabi, Eli and Kook set up to have a movie chill day, I guess.” Now it was his turn to seem bothered. The frown quickly dissolved from his face as it foes back to its neutral face. 

“What are you guys watching?” He asks

“Honestly, I don’t know… If it were by me I would stay hidden under my blankets and nap the entire afternoon.” I say to him “and I’m not even sure if he will show up, since I guess he also drank a lot last night.” 

“Oh, he will” he quickly replies but before I can ask what he means we reach the apartmetn building again. 

I arch an eyebrow at him after unlocking the door as in question “So are you coming or not?” Looking over my shoulder with the door open.

He doesn’t take long to react, following me back into the building. With a shy smile, I lead the way to the apartment in silence. 

The living room is thankfully empty. Perfect. We sit next to eachother on the couch, and decide that the best thing for hungover cure is to watch random youtube videos. The late morning and afternoon passes fast, we left it to fate to decide what to watch, meaning the suggested tab. And after laughing over funny cats compilations, radom travel vlogs and deciding that Japan is should be everyones number one country in their bucketlist, Gabi comes out of her room walking loudly as if to annouce her arrivel and sporting a grin. 

“Sorry, but you were not responding your texts” she smiles at me “Just to let you know JungKook is on his way, he just called me. By the way very nice to meet you! I’m Gabi” She makes her way to give him a small hug that takes him by surprise. His wide eyes looking over her shoulder in search for help, but all he got was a small chuckle. 

Eli doesn’t take long to come to the living room, introducing herself too but this far with just a wave from her hand and a head nod. As if in cue with Eli sitting down, the doorbell rings. Gabi excitingly hops to the door to open it.  On the other side, wearing some loose jeans and a long sleeve, was jungkook holding a tub of ice cream. Gabi is quick to give him a hug and his smile turns into a surprised look when he notices Yoongi in the living room. 

“Let me put this in the freezer” Gabi takes out the ice cream from JungKooks hands and hops back to the kitchen, meanwhile JungKook greets briefly Yoongi and takes a seat on the empty corner of the couch. Trying to avoid much eye contact with either of us. 

“Weren’t you guys all super drunk yesterday?” Yoongi asked to nobody in particular

“Yup” JungKook replies first

“Is she always like that?” He asks again pointing to where Gabi disapeared. Which gets us all agreeing at the same time 

“She says her superpower is to not get hungover” I add while Gabi gets back to the living room.

“ All righty! Super fun!” She drops the small bowl of snacks at the centre table “I guess you guys know eachother?” she asks looking between JungKook and Yoongi. 

“Yeah we are friends for a few years and we live together now that he is also is studying here” Yoongi replies giving a small grin to Jungkook who only smiles back in return, relaxing a bit more on the chair

“Great! So what do you guys feel like watching?”

The debate gets intense when Eli says she would like to watch a romcom and Yoongi suggests a new spy movie that just come out. Gabi sugests a Disney movie that gets quickly shut down by both Eli and Yoongi. For me, I honestly couldn’t care less about what we watch. Both me and Jungkook are watching the heated argument and when we lock eyes we both give a quiet laugh at the situation that we find ourselves in. 

At the end, since it was hard to everyone accept the same movie, we ended up doing a quiz, which resulted in us watching both of the DeadPool movies. The entire time Eli was disgusted and just like Gabi was quick to be on her phone. Yoongi, JungKook and I would laugh and snort at the terrible jokes made throughout.  When the movies were finally over, Eli bids her farewells earning a pout from Gabi. Shortly after both the boys also leave together. They were definetly were good company, I think to myself. Even though it is a bit strange to have all that tension in the room in the beginning. 

Once I start tidying up the living room I notice Gabi just staring with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, waiting to be acknoledged. 

I roll my eyes and say my own good night and leave her. I definetly don’t wanna talk about it whatever she thinks we need to talk about. 

Classes the next day are boring, and I cannot wait for this day to be over. Unfortunately, even though we are on the same course, Gabi and Eli are on different schedules then mine, leaving me to suffer by myself. 

Lunch time couldn’t come fast enough. Lunch at school was quite fun. The food was made by the first years of our course and managed by the third years. In their semester they learn how to operate different departments and the third years how to run different outlets. After settling for a deliciously smelling creamy pasta, I spot Gabi and Eli searching for a spot to sit. 

A hand shoots up and JungKook calls out for Gabi, which leads to us three sitting at his table with his friends. Jin and Taehyung are also there. I sit next to Taehyung, Gabi and Eli on the opposite side next to Jungkook and Jin. 

Suddenly someone drops on the seat next to mine “You know, we are so hurt that we were not invited to your movie night yesterday.” I look to the person next to me, only to find Jimin pouting. 

“The fact that Yoongi was there, makes it hurt even more” Jin says elbowing Gabi. 

“Hey its not my fault” she says “Shes the one who invited him” motioning to me with her head while taking a bit of her sandwich. 

Her call out earned some smirks from the others on the table except Jungkook who, normally is very talkative, staring at his own plate in silence. 

I roll my eyes “It’s not like that.” Which only provokes a snort from taehyung. “Well if you all are so butt hurt, feel free to also join next time.” I try to ignore but my phone buzzes with a new notification. 

JIMIN added you to a new group .

I roll my eyes but honestly finding it quite fun. I miss having the chaos of my friend group from back home, and I’m eager to create these new friendships here. 

 “Ok so next movie night is tomorrow at your place right?” Jimin asks cocking his head at me.

“You cannot just invite yourself” I say trying to shrug him off.

“Though luck” He says “I just did, sweetheart” JungKook laughs at the audacity of his friend.

“Can we please watch something else then?” Eli is the one to say now “Like some romantic comedy or even a Disney movie..” she tries.

“Yes!” Jimin jumps from his seat earning from me a side eye.

All of our phone’s buzz at once with a notification

Yoongi:  ? 

Jimin: Tomorrow movie night at Gabi and YN’s place

Jimin: Presence is mandatory. 

“Don’t mind him” Taehyung says lower to me “If you guys don’t feel like it just tell him off” he shrugs, clearly his friends energy is something that sometimes needs to be ignored. Well, at this point, I can relate, since Gabi’s energy is much the same. 

When I look back to them Gabi and Jimin are excitedly making plans about what we should eat and watch. Both matching each other’s energy, with Jin, Jungkook and Eli, casually adding or removing things from their plan. 

Here we go, I think to myself.  

Indeed, Gabi and Jimin are the on the same side of the coin. Their similarities don’t end at their energy to make plans with their friends. They burst out singing, dancing or their new favorite activity: bother each other. 

It has almost been a week since the last movie night with all of them, and at this point Jimin is set in making this a tradition. Every Sunday, everyone gathers to watch a movie. The first time we all got together, was a bit strange. All of them showed up. Even Yoongi, who Jimin kept teasing that apparently never leaves his house during the week. The teasing earned him a flick on the forehead earlier in the day. 

JungKook also back down on his flirting since the Beach Incident. Even though the way we held hands keeps finding its way back to my thoughts. Eli also seems to be over her crush on JK since apparently, she and Gabi saw him with another girl on last night, at a bar. Good for him, I guess. 

I told myself that I would only let myself go out on weekends as I can just relax for the next couple of days, and that is how I managed to drag myself to this sports bar.

The same way Jimin has the same traits as Gabi, he also is earning a spot closer to me. Gabi swears she is not jealous of him stealing her spotlight, but that just adds fuel to his bickering. Which is exactly what is happening right now. 

“I already told you to drop it Jimin. I - ” she then points to herself in a very dramatic way  “am the best friend. You just arrived at the train and wants to sit at the window. I think not” 

I roll my eyes “Or…. Hear me out….” I add like it’s a secret  “We could all be best friends” I say with a fake smile

“No” they add in unison. Giving each other a side eye when they realize they said it together. 

“Yeah, I will go get another shot” I say promptly getting up. 

“I will go get it for you bestie” Gabis shoots up

“Sit” I say in a serious tone, and she immediately falls back to her chair with a pout. 

The sports bar that we chose to spent Friday evening was not at all crowded. Jin suggested that we all get together at this sports bar close to campus as there were multiple matches they were interested in watching. Of course, most of them were late. The bar was actually quite cozy. The walls were nicely decorated, big TV’s divided the space with all sorts of sports paraphernalia. There was also a pool table, a tarts board and next to it sitting corner with brown leather couches, where we decided to wait for the rest. 

As soon as I reach the bar, and lean against it, the bartender, a friendly-looking guy with a neatly trimmed beard, approaches with a smile.

"What can I get for you?" he asks, wiping down the counter.

"3 shots of tequila, please," I reply, glancing back at Gabi and Jimin, who are now engaged in a heated debate about who knows me better. Their antics bring a smile to my face.

As the bartender prepares my drink, I notice as familiar faces are entering the bar and make their way casually to the couches in the back. The bartender hands me the shots, and I nod my thanks and quickly pay before making my way back to our corner. As I approach, I catch snippets of conversation.

“Now, this is what im talking about!” Jimin eagerly takes the second shot from my hand and passes to Gabi. 

“and where is our shot?” Jin asks with an eyebrow raised. 

“This is their reward for arriving on time and hello to you too” I say and clink my glass with theirs before downing the strong drink while making a face. Gabi acts like she just had a shot of water. I honestly don’t know what type of mutant that she is. 

We all settle into a comfortable rhythm of conversation and laughter, As the night progresses, the sports games fade into the background, and the focus shifts entirely to our group. We play a few rounds of pool, Jimin and JungKook teaming up against Gabi and me. Gabi’s competitive streak comes out in full force, and we end up winning by a narrow margin, much to Jimin’s mock dismay.

“Okay, okay, you win this round,” Jimin concedes, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But next time, we’re definitely taking you down.”

“Dream on,” Gabi retorts, a triumphant grin on her face.

Eventually, we all go back to being around the couches and we are slightly buzzed from the drinks we had for the last hour or so. The conversation turns to future plans, ideas for the next movie night, and upcoming events on campus.

Just as we’re about to decide on the final plans for our next gathering, the door to the bar swings open again, and a familiar figure steps in.

“Well, now this is going to be interesting” Jimin settles back in the couch putting one arm around my shoulder and we all turn to see who just entered the bar. 

It’s Yoongi, and he’s not alone. He’s with a girl I’ve never seen before, her arm casually linked with his. She has this dumb smile splattered across her face and he has his usual unbothered look. They head toward the couches where our group is sitting. I feel an unexpected knot tighten in my stomach.

“Yoongi, who’s your friend?” Jin asks, his eyes twinkling with curiosity as our friend aproaching. 

“This is Mina,” Yoongi introduces her with a small smile. “We met at the record store a few days ago.”

Mina waves shyly, and the group greets her warmly. I try to force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. It’s unlike Yoongi to bring someone new into the group, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy seeing him with her.

 “I was starting to think you’d ditch us for another quiet night in.” Jimin is the one to talk now, with a playfull smirk on his lips and I know that he loves poking at people. 

Yoongi chuckles. “Not this time. Besides, I’ve been out all day. Might as well end it with some good company.” He says looking at me with an intense gaze. 

Gabi and Jimin resume their playful banter, and while everyone else seems to be taken with Mina, I can’t shake my irritation. She laughs at all the right moments, shares interesting stories, and fits in seamlessly, which only makes me feel worse. My eyes keep drifting back to Yoongi and Mina, and every time she leans and touches him again and againa, I feel like rolling my eyes until its stuck in the back of my head. 

It seems that JungKook notices my distraction and asks the group if anyone wants more drinks. Everyone states what they are drinking, with a quick thanks, and goes back to the conversation with Mina, who is now sharing about a new exhibition coming to town next week.

“Hey, can you help me out with the drinks?” Jungkook asks closer to me as he reaches out a hand to pull me from Jimin's side.

We reach the bar, and he is quick to order everyone's drinks. I honestly don’t know how he managed to keep up with so many different orders.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks quietly, concern evident in his eyes.

“Yeah, just tired,” I lie, offering a weak smile.

He doesn’t seem convinced but lets it drop. The conversation continues at the corner of the bar, but I honestly don’t really feel like listening. Instead, I’m focused on Yoongi and Mina, trying to decipher their relationship. Are they just friends? Is there something more? My thoughts spiral, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Mina’s laughter rings out again, and it grates on my nerves. I try to push the feeling down, reminding myself that Yoongi is just a friend. I can’t assume that any guy who is remotely nice is into me.

Mina's drink is the last one to be poured. When the bartender finishes pouring her stupid rose wine, I turn to the bartender and add to the order, “Can I actually also have another shot?” I ask him.

“Make it two,” Jungkook quickly adds, drawing closer to me. “If you’re tired, that will knock you right out, sweetheart.”

I take my glass and clink it against Jungkook’s, and I look back at the others sitting. Yoongi catches my eye, and I lift my drink in cheer to him with a ghost of a smile on my lips, before downing it without making a face this time. The burning is welcomed by my throat.

I help Jungkook bring back the cups on a tray, handing them to each of their owners, and plop down back next to Jimin, who barely notices me as he now starts an argument with Jin over which one is the best video game of all time.

Just as I’m about to excuse myself for some fresh air, Yoongi catches my eye. There’s something unreadable in his expression, and for a moment, I wonder if he can sense my unease. He leans over to say something to Mina, and before he can get up, Jk, stands up first. “Going out for a smoke” he announces “anyone care to join?” he asks generally but his playfull eyes fall on mine. 

“yeah lets go!” Gabi jumps up, and follows Jk. I also get up to follow them, maybe some fresh _smokey_ air will help me clear my head, of this unreasenable dislike of Mina, and improve my mood. I cannot be like this the entire night. I need to get it together, and fast.

As I was about to pass him, I feel a warm hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me. “I thought you didn’t smoke?” he says more in a statement then a questioning tone. 

“I don’t. Just going to make them company” I brush it off.

The frown that crosses his face comes as fast as it goes, and I believe that if I blinked I would have missed it. Mina enthusiastically, turns to him to ask his opinion on some music, that now she was discussing with Jimin, 

“You coming, sweetheart?” Jk asks standing not too far, as Gabi is distractedly putting on her coat. Yoongi lets go of my hand and turns to give her attention.

Outside, the air is chilly thanks to our proximity to the beach. Gabi and Jungkook are already chatting animatedly, the glow of their cigarettes illuminating their faces.  Gabi enthusiastically telling stories of her life back in her home country and ��how she got so high once that she hallucinated she was in Paris. Our laughter echoes across the empty street.

Gabi apparently was a quick smoker as she was already taking the last drag of her cigarrate, shivering with the cold. “as much as I love your company guys, I think I lost all sensation to my extremities.” She states, a shiver clearly running through her. I chuckle as shes quickly makes her way back inside. 

JungKook nudges me playfully. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, his breath visible in the cool night air. “Let’s join the smokers’ club.” He holds a laugh raising his eyebrows. I roll my eyes at his remark. 

“Nah, thanks” I brush him off. “I mean… good for you” he says, taking another drag. “this shit kills”

I chuckle. At least he knows. Jungkook is talking about one of our teachers, and how he doesn’t know how he will pass her exams if the classes continue being this boring. 

“Jungkook, its ethics. How did you expect it to be?”I ask with a small laugh,  but my eyes inevitably drift back to Yoongi and Mina. They’re sitting close, their shoulders almost touching, and I can’t help but wonder what they share. I look back at Jk, who is tossing his finished cigarate away, and I expect him to hush us inside. Instead, he leans against the brick wall, exhaling the last of the smoke. “You know,” he says, “sometimes it’s hard to figure people out.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He nods toward Yoongi and Mina. “Take them, for instance. Are they just friends? Or is there something more?”

I sigh. “I wish I knew.”

JungKook chuckles. “Life’s full of mysteries, isn’t it? Like why Jin insists on wearing mismatched socks or why Jimin thinks he’s the world’s best dancer.”

I laugh, grateful for the distraction. “And why Eli can’t resist buying every cute stationery item she sees.”

“Exactly.” JungKook steps closer. “But sometimes, the answers surprise us. Maybe tonight will be one of those nights.” He winks and nudges me 

As we go back inside, to the comforting warmth of the bar I remind myself that Yoongi is just a friend—a complicated, enigmatic friend. 

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Waking On Air || chapter 1

The first time you noticed him was in the Top Gun meetings hall, after Viper had just introduced himself as your instructor. He was sitting front row along with a tall blond, constantly looking around in some sort of confident way, as if he belonged there more than any of the others did.

Your boyfriend, Tom Kazansky, mostly known as “Iceman”, kept giving him thoroughly dirty looks, making you a bit uneasy at the thought of having him start competing against other aviators once again — you thought he’d been over that phase, but you were apparently far from correct.

You didn’t get to catch his name, even though Tom was already halfway through cocky remarks and jokes about him, scoffing loudly on purpose the moment the young man declared that he did in fact have it in him to become the best of the best. He was confident — a little too confident for your liking — but Viper seemed to only encourage his engrossing ego by being so pleasantly taken aback by his uniquely strong personality.

“Babe,” your boyfriend’s soft nudge on the shoulder shook you out of your thinking trail and you slightly gasped inaudibly in surprise. “Me and the guys are going to the bar later, wanna tag along?”

“Sure,” you replied, giving him a short lasting squeeze on the hand and getting up from your seat. You almost missed the sarcastic and startling laugh, of who you thought was the blond aviator, targeted towards Iceman and his crew.

The second time you noticed him was later the same evening, at the bar. You and Tom were chatting about the new Top Gun entries while waiting for your drinks. Even though it was night, Tom insisted on wearing his sunglasses, which you honestly thought was stupid but also attractive.

“Ice,” you interrupted — his voice had gone all murmur-y after having spent a good amount of five minutes just trashing that cocky raven-haired stranger — “that’s Goose!”

Surprised by the enthusiastic tone in your voice, Iceman raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? How is that ground breaking news?”

“No, babe, you don’t understand — I haven’t seen Goose in years! He and I practically pampered each other up, he’s my childhood best friend and we lost contact after he moved to Miramar. God, I thought it was him earlier in the morning when he laughed at you but I couldn’t see very well. We have to go talk to him!”

And with that, you were already standing up and Tom was struggling to catch up with your quickening pace. By the time you finally reached Goose’s table, you were excitedly squealing his name. At first, Goose was startled, trying to figure out how you knew him, but like a bucket of cold water splashing into his face, he got up from his seat, wrapping his arms around you rather messily and smiling like an idiot.

“Roger!” he giggled while calling your call sign, pulling away from the embrace but still keeping his hands on your shoulder blades. “How have you been? My lord, it’s been years, you’ve changed so much!”

“I can’t stay seven forever, Nick,” you smiled. “I’ve been great, how about you? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you more,” Goose replied warmly, then taking a short break to acknowledge Ice’s presence right next to you. “I see you’ve made quite a few friends here,” he added sarcastically.

Iceman scoffed and you rolled your eyes at him, silently asking him to keep his mouth shut.

“Not exactly. Tom’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” he mouthed. Tension was awkwardly starting to build between you. “I wasn’t really expecting that, but oh well. I should introduce you to my boy friend as well — Maverick, that’s my childhood buddy Roger, Roger, Maverick.”

So his name was Maverick.

You extended your hand to the other aviator, which he shook after a moment, lingering his fingers around yours for maybe longer than needed. He had the most mesmerizing eyes, you unwillingly noticed, subconsciously fighting every muscle in your system from getting lost in them. Maverick shot you a stunning smile as he finally retreated his hand from yours and placing it around a half empty beer bottle.

“Alright, it was glad to catch up,” Tom suddenly spoke, slamming you back into reality as he hurriedly pulled you away from the bar and back to your table. You shook your arm away from his hand and gave him an annoyed look.

“What the fuck was that for?”

Iceman sighed. “I’m sorry but I just cannot simply stand like an idiot while Mitchell’s ogling you.”

Your eyebrows curved in offense and surprise.

“No one was ogling me, Tom. I thought we’ve been over the aggressive jealousy phase anyway.”

Tom attempted to scoot closer to you, placing his warm palm over your hand and rubbing small circles on your wrist with his thumb apologetically.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said lowly. You gave him a weak smile and pressed a kiss on his cheek before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.

Just before you could push the door to get in, you felt a hand softly grab on your elbow, pulling you towards them, which took you by surprise, causing you to trip on the heel of your left feet and sending you hitting straight into a hard chest. Instinctively, you tried to avoid crashing your nose by pressing your palms against their chest. You heard a light chuckle emit from the stranger and your eyes travelled upwards only to meet with familiar blue-green ones.

“It’s you again,” you spoke — a bit too breathlessly for your liking — noticing how his lips curved into a cocky smirk.

“It’s Maverick.”

“I know. What kind of name even is that, did your parents hate you or something?”

“It’s just my call sign.”

You decided to ignore him and get out of the conversation by walking inside the restroom, but the stubborn aviator followed you inside.

“My name’s Pete Mitchell,” he added. Cute, you thought — he was trying to keep the talk going.

“Didn’t really ask there, Pete Mitchell.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name? Or is your actual name Roger?”

You huffed in annoyance and turned to glare at him. The smirk was still plastered across his lips and it was driving you freaking insane. “I have a boyfriend,” you opted to reply.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, I have a boyfriend. My name is Pete Mitchell, but most people prefer to go with Maverick.”

You rolled your eyes. There was something ridiculously stupid about his personality, but you found yourself liking it — sort of. He was challenging you and you were always in for a challenge.

“I’m rolling dead on the floor,” you sarcastically replied, keeping a frighteningly straight face. “You think you’re just so funny and charming, Pete Mitchell.”

“I’m pretty confident about my character, yeah.”

“Congratulations. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go pee, so I’d appreciate it if you could get your cheeky little ass out of here.”

“I’ll meet you outside then,” he replied with a wink and you let out a very loud sigh as his presence was out of the restroom, slapping your hands against your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

God, he’s going to cause trouble, isn’t he?

You were grateful for the fact that he — in fact — did not meet you outside and you had the chance to go straight back to your table without any more inconvenience. Tom was drinking his beer, giving you a sweet smile as you approached him. You decided not to tell him anything about your previous encounter with Maverick, trying to forget about it yourself, but failing miserably, since his stupid smirk and his stupid green or blue or whatever eyes were tattooed in your brain.

Taking a big gulp out of your own beer, you pinched the bridge of your nose and glanced around the bar (hoping to catch Maverick somewhere but you’d never confess that).

Stupid fucking Maverick.

“Looking for someone?”

You looked at Tom, cold sweat forming on the back of your neck. He must’ve noticed you.

“Nope, just feeling tired. Do you mind if we call it a night?” you asked and he ran his hand along the length of your back, nudging the side of your neck with his head and placing a kiss on your forehead before nodding. You wanted to find an excuse to see him again — say goodbye to Goose, yeah that was a good idea, but you were worried it might’ve been a bit too transparent. After all, you would see Goose tomorrow, you knew that would be Tom’s exact answer. You kept your mouth shut as you walked outside, body feeling hot even though the weather outside was chilly.

Tomorrow would be a hard day.

Chapter 2

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Plan. (Pt. 3 of Her Revenge Series)

I was never part of the violence, the bloodshed, the pain, I thought i was being better than them... perhaps I wasn't I think to myself laying in my room at the bar used as a base, Sip of Sin, staring at the ceiling with cosmos and galaxy's swimming together, colliding in beautiful harmony. ...no I was never better than them I was stupid and naive... change will never come unless I make it come.

I stand up my feet touching the plush faux fur rug and sliding into my slippers as I walk my movements are graceful as that of a dancer as I glide across the room and sit at my vanity to just sit and stare with discontent brewing in my stomach along with a sudden burst of fiery fury as I stand the clock reads 4am i scowl and put on my silk robe, feeling cold as it touches my skin like a splash of ice water. I silently storm out of my room, the halls and shadows seeming to cower in fear from my form as they bend to my will.

Walking into the main room I go into the back room where my Uncle used to reside before he was caught. As I walk around I gently examine the room delicate touches as I search the room with no object in mind as I feel drawn to explore voices in my head echoing with past memories silencing as I see plans, plans to break into Tarturaus to steal something. Intriguing I think before rummaging around the nearby areas for a pen and start to modify the plans to steal the object of interest and free my Uncle.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP EVERYONE!!!" I scream banging pots together in the common room.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Shigiraki shouts pissed off.

"GOD DAMN IT I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!" Spinner yells.

"SHUT UP! KEEP GOING!" Twice i believe shouts.

"STOPPPP I WANT TO SLEEP!" Toga screeches.

"BITCH I WILL MELT THOSE POTS TO YOUR FUCKING HANDS!" Dabi screams.

"....Madame good morning." Kurogiri says with a face that looks regretful of his life choices.

"Good morning Giri!" I say happily pausing briefly as I do before resuming until everyone comes into the common area.

"..you couldn't use you witchy shit to get us down hear? You had to cause permanent hearing damage?" Dabi asks incredulously.

I ignore him and show them my plans.

"AHEM.. bitches... so here is my current plan we need more help so hire a bunch of goons to cause a diversion all around Tarturaus and all over Japan in general that way heroes are spread thin we will essentially be laying seige on Japan no one gets in or out for a week. In that time period near the end we will sneak in with Giri's portals and we let everyone out causing a riot and in theory the majority of them will get somewhat far leading even more people away we will retreat for a few hours as this happens then we will return and do whatever is necessary to free AFO he is in the basement level chained up in maximum security. While you all do that I will be sneaking into the wardens office for a... trinket of sorts. With the goons that survive we now have people who have proven there loyalty and there strength and they are also fairly expendable is this plan understood?" I say professionally the playful look in my eyes gone as I allow my eyes to settle into a cold and ruthless look.

"Who the actual hell made you in charge, also how do we make sure Master won't leave with the others?" Shigiraki says doubtful.

"Well I made myself in charge and leave that part to me. Does anyone else have any questions." I ask my gaze harsh as I pause. "no? Great. Start sending out the messages....NOW!!"

They all walk off still tired but doing as I say. I walk off to AFO's office again and start designing a new anti-hero costume I use my magic to summon a mannequin and start working i decide on a heat resistant, hydrophobic, and cold resistant kevlar material with detail pieces of titanium, I have a utility belt with potions, bombs, knives, and guns, I also have a hood attached to a magically controlled cloak so that Edna Mode doesnt get too mad and gas mask, the base of the suit itself is quite simple being a full body suit with high heels that are knives and with gloves along with utilities on my wrists such as vials of pepper spray, tasers, crystals I can fire at people, etc. The whole thing being a deep violet near black.

As the next few days pass the plans are finalised and I study more and more magic until Shigiraki tells me that everything is set in place for my plans.

I send out a message through water that will be said via my reflection the next time AFO sees water.

"We have gathered here today in loving memory of, nah I'm fucking with you all send out the word to start the siege." I say a grin creeping onto my face. The siege is on day 4 as we occasionally go out Toga killing people for blood, Spinner killing weaker heroes, Twice doing something with Compress, Shigiraki sending out Nomus, and me watching the chaos from above.

As the clock strikes 1:12am I wake everyone up for phase 2, breaking nearly everyone out of Tarturaus.

hi V3NG3ANC3 here sorry if this is confusing it will make more sense with the next chapter. Please write your thoughts in the comments! Also I don't think the bar name was ever said so I just out in my own I have no idea if it's a real bar. Love you all 💜🌙

[bodrewritten]

Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 1: Big News

The best part about waking up each morning was seeing her sleeping beside him. He stared lovingly at her tiny figure breathing delicately. He reached out his eagle claw to stroke her silky pink mane.

Had they really been married for four years already? It was hard enough for him to believe that they had gotten married in the first place, that after eons of loneliness, he had fallen in love with the most beautiful mare in the world, and she returned his love. Seeing her each morning reminded him that he had not dreamt it.

She stirred in her sleep and slowly rolled over to face him. Her adorable teal eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," he whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning. What time is it?"

He checked the wiggly-handed clock on the wall. "Oh, about a quarter past nine."

"Oh, I should go feed the animals."

She flipped onto her back and attempted to rise, but he stopped her by pulling her closer to his body.

"I'm sure they can wait," he said lowly.

"Discord…"

"Alright, if you insist." He snapped his fingers. "Done! Now you have plenty of time!"

He tightened his grip on her. She shook her head.

"Discord, I'm going to have to get up eventually. I have to meet the girls at the spa this afternoon."

"Yes, but in the meantime…"

"Do we have to go through this every morning?"

"Can I help it if I want to spend as much time with you as possible? Can I help it if I love you?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Besides, you were rather sleepy last night. You deserve a break."

She sighed in defeat. "Alright, but just a little longer."

As he kissed his beloved wife, Discord concluded that life could not get better than this.

10:30pm

"So how's the married life, Fluttershy?" Rarity asked as the spa ladies placed two ice cold cucumbers over her eyes.

Pinkie Pie let out a cheerful cry as she did a cannonball into the herbal bath, landing in between Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, but as they flinched, bracing for the impact of cold water, nothing came. Her splash was merely a droplet.

"Yeah!" the pink pony chimed, popping up from the water. "What's it like being the Lord of Chaos' wife?"

The yellow pegasus blushed. "It's wonderful. Things have been going great between us."

"So the romance hasn't faded yet?" Rainbow inquired.

"Oh, not at all! Discord makes every day memorable. Last night, he took me to see some fireflies. Oh, it was magnificent!"

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Pinkie Pie swooned.

"But seriously, you guys don't get bored of married life?" Rainbow pressed on.

"Rainbow, you're married to rarity and Applejack. You're a wonderbolt. You have ADHD. Everything gets boring to you!" Twilight laughed while getting a hooficure.

Rainbow Dash shrugged and giggled. "Ya got me there!"

"and let me tell ya, a moment's peace is worth a million bits with a three-year-old filly runnin amok."

Rarity and Rainbow nuzzled her from both sides. "Darling, I wouldn't want it any other way!"

Twilight blinked nonchalantly and said "I don't think I'll ever really find some pony to settle down with."

"somepony will come along!" Pinkie cried.

Twilight kept reading as she snickered, "I'd hope not. I don't really like that sort of thing." She went back to reading her story, War of the Worlds.

"my question is, what's going on with spike?" Fluttershy questioned. Twilight finally looked up from her book.

"The little guy's getting older," she said, as her hooves are being polished. "I'm pony terms, I'd say he's about 10 now, not a baby."

"And he's not getting the greeds?" Rarity questioned, her face mushed around by a cold gua sha.

"not to my knowledge, he's been extra careful about that. Besides, he loves giving gifts and whatnot. I wonder who taught him that..." Twilight smirked as she leaned towards a beaming Rarity.

Suddenly, Fluttershy grew very hungry. "Hey girls, can we get some lunch after this?"

Everyone agreed and as soon as their treatment was finished, the six friends went to the café. After the waiter had brought their food, Fluttershy made a surprising request:

"Do you have any pickles?"

He raised an eyebrow. She had ordered a plate of peaches and dairy-free cream and a glass of grapefruit juice.

"We do, madam," he said, "but won't pickles ruin the dish?"

"wait, like-fried pickles?" Pinkie asked, gasping with excitement. "Bring some for me too!"

The waiter shrugged, smiled, and returned a few minutes later with a full pickle, and some fried. Fluttershy snacked on the pickle with the meal, as her friends looked at her bewildered.

"Uh, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash said.

"Fluttershy, are you okay?" Twilight inquired.

"I don't know, it just works. It's a good combo if you think about it..." Fluttershy explained.

"But all at once?" Pinkie Pie asked. "It's too early to get our food freak on!"

"I'm telling you, that's what I'm hungry for."

Pinkie slapped a hoof to her forehead. "What WAS I thinking? It's never too early! Hey waiter, can I get some spaghetti, caramel, hot sauce, and catfish?"

Their friends cringed as they began to scarf down these strange combinations.

"Fluttershy!" Rarity exclaimed. "Table manners, please!"

The yellow pegasus shook her head, shocked at how she was behaving. Then she wiped her mouth with a blush.

"I'm sorry, girls. I don't know what came over me. I've been feeling strange today."

"No kidding," Rainbow said, staring at what was left of her recipe.

"So other than your peculiar appetite," Twilight said, "how else have you been feeling strange?"

"Well," Fluttershy pondered. "When I got out of bed this morning, I had a terrible cramp and I almost fainted on my way over here."

"Have you been sleeping alright?"

"Yes. Actually, more than usual." She yawned. "For instance…"

"Fluttershy, wake up!"

Her eyes snapped open. "Huh?"

The cowgirl began wiping her face again. "You sure you've been sleeping enough?"

"More than enough. I fell asleep at six last night and woke up at nine this morning."

"Maybe you're overworked?"

"I don't see how. Discord's been feeding the animals every morning for five days straight. I'm anything but overworked."

Rarity suddenly put both hooves to her mouth in astonishment. Her eyes were huge as she asked Fluttershy slowly.

"have you... dreamt of fish in the last few days?"

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side before answering with a befuddled yes.

Rarity exploded in a fit of giggles and exclamations, how proud she was and how fun this will be.

"Maybe we should take you to the doctor," Twilight suggested, confused at Rarity's reaction. "We should see what this is all about.

Rarity spoke with not a hint of uncertainty:

"I know, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly what is happening!"

Discord sat vacant in the living room, pony-watching through the windows of his "creativity studio." There, he did whatever he wanted, without rule or regulations. It was an affront to all forms of science. He created a castle around himself, brutalist and imposing. From his throne, he watched as a stumpy stallion walked through the gates, past his guards, and towards his feet. The gates flung open again to reveal Fluttershy, his queen, before she was sat by his side.

"Discord, I have exciting…" Fluttershy trailed off when she saw the artificial visitor. "Oh, I did not know you had business. I suppose it can wait…"

"Nonsense!" the draconequus said, waving his paw. "Come here, sir."

Discord ran his finger under her chin. "I'll be with you in a moment." He turned back to the stallion. "So let me get this straight. Your village was attacked by parasprites."

"Yes," the stallion nodded.

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Discord," Fluttershy warned.

"It's a simple question," her husband said innocently

"All our crops were devoured," the stallion explained, "and we have no food to last the winter! Seeds yes, but they won't grow in time..."

Discord hummed. "It is no concern of mine whether or not your family has... What was it again?"

"uh... Food?"

"HA! You should've thought of that before you became a peasant!"

Fluttershy crossed her hooves. "Discord!"

His face became silly as he gave the fake pony a pretend Barrel of artificial food."

"Yeah, yeah. You can send me a gift basket if you want."

Once the door was shut, the draconequus snaked his arm around his wife.

"y'know, ever since I've met you, I don't like playing dictator. Not that you've ruined it, but rather I don't want to be cruel anymore."

He pressed his lips against hers before she could say anything. She took a moment to kiss him back and was wrapped up in the moment.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much while I was away."

"I counted every second until you came home..."

The couple kissed once more before Fluttershy remembered what she needed to tell him. She pulled away begrudgingly.

"Actually, honey, there's something I need to talk to you about."

He chuckled. "Why would you want to talk when there are so many more interesting things we could do?"

"It's important!"

He sat down next to her. "Oh, alright. What is it you want to talk about, my angel?"

She laid her hoof on her tummy. "See, I went to the doctor's today…"

Discord gasped. "The doctor's?!" He touched her forehead. "Are you ill?! Is it serious?! How many months do you have left to live?!"

She laughed. "Discord, I'm not…"

"Oh, the most epic and lamentable tragedy! What worth is surviving every day without the light of my life!"

"But I'm not…"

"So what is it? Prion disease? Lynks disease? Tuberculosis? ZOMBIE INFECTION?"

"Pregnancy."

"Oh my gosh, it's worse than I thought!" He paused. "Wait-Run that by me again?"

She shook her head and then looked up at him with a bright smile.

"I'm having a baby."

Discord blinked. "What?"

"I'm already two months along."

"B-but…you…me…us…baby?"

She nodded. "You're going to be a father."

He stared at her for a moment and then scooped her in his arms.

"Oh, honey, this is wonderful!"

Fluttershy laughed. "I knew you'd be excited!"

"Excited? I'm thrilled! I was beginning to think it would be biologically impossible for us to have a baby! But then again, with love, anything's possible!"

As he hugged her, a strange thought occurred to him.

"What's it going to look like?"

Fluttershy shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"But…what if it looks like…me?"

"I don't care. I'll love our baby no matter what it looks like, and you will too!"

He smiled brighter than ten thousand suns as she embraced him again. She's right, he thought. Though he loves this foal, as does she, the world might be more complicated for them...

[pryllee]

Sly Kitty

Scara x Fem! Reader

College + Modern AU, flirting with small hints of suggestive ideas, slight use of biker! Scara :D

A/N: Idk what to add in the content things. But I hope you just like this

Taglist:: @swivy123

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

You let out another tired sigh, reluctantly walking into the warm bathroom. You notice the bathtub is already filled with also water... Thats ice cold.

Taking off your clothes, you settle into the tub, shivering from the harsh temperature difference—the air was warm that made you felt relaxed yet the tub was ice cold.

Atleast it's sure to wake you up now.

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Getting out the bathtub causing water to splash below, with a more energized look on your face. You looked at the other pair of clothes on the right, it had black cargo pants and a white turtle neck shirt.

"Hm, this is his moms fashion preferences..."

The colors were basic but you had to admit the pairing was good, honestly. Black and white are basic colors but they seem nice to the eye, it's simple but can feel elegant.

Or does he have the same tastes? Well to be fair, he could've just picked whatever.

But before you wear them, you need to dry yourself, and so you did with a towel.

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You step out with the clothes, feeling warm—but still kind of cold... so you rub your hands vigorously closing your eyes till you heard something drop onto a floor causing a small thud.

Purple eyes widening in shock as tea packets and packaged desserts roll onto the floor spilling out of a paper bag.

"Why is she wearing my clothes... Oh my Archons—don't tell me yo.." The womans words are interrupted as Scara rushes to slam his hand on her mouth to stop whatever foul non-sense she was about to speak.

"No. I did not, shes just a classm... friend that came over. She offered to cook for me, and Keni." He spoke in a stern tone.

"Uhm... Is that your mom you were talking about?" You asked, pointing awkwardly trying to be polite with your tone. The lady nodded,

"You can just call me Ei, and Kuni talked about me? Aww how sweet of you!!" Trying to go in for a hug with one foot in the air and arms wide open, but Scara places both hands on her seemingly over-excited face trying to avoid her reach.

She swiftly walked closer over to you, "Speaking of which, she can just keep that outfit, I'm starting to grow out of it..." She sighed, retracting her arms crossing it instead with a saddened tone.

"Oh– uhm, you don't need to gift me it! I'll hand it back after I make sure it's nice and clean after...!" You held your hands low, speaking with a shy tone.

"Oh it's fine really! I'd have so mu...—"

"AHEM. I think we'll get going now, bye mom." He coughed with a fist up to his mouth, his cheeks seemingly showing a light tone of red as grabbed onto your wrist hurriedly leading you to the entrance.

You both put on your shoes, as his mom yelled out; "Haaveee fuun, you two! Wait... what is her name?" The last part being whispered to her self with a quizzical tone.

You both put on your shoes, before he led you outside to a motorbike nearby beside their houses fencing.

"Huh...? Is this yours?"

"Yeah, I use it sometimes. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just surprising that you have one..." Hes a biker? When the actual heck did he become one? Also on further inspection hes wearing a compression shirt under the slightly zipped jacket... Wow.

He gestures for you to hop, and you do. He suddenly places a helmet on you lifting the shield enough to see your eyes from underneath.

Also grabbing a helmet from the side, wearing it on his head, "Hold on tight, dear"

You heard something be mumbled at the last of his message—but before you could ask he set off which shocked you a little, grabbing onto the back of his jacket tightly, almost hugging him in the process horrified.

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The scenery you both had to pass by was intriguing, even though it was short moments, it was still breathtaking. The greenery surrounding you flashing by.

It was cold, but in a good way. The air smelt like rain with a small presence of nostalgia.

It feels like you've been here before, but you can't remember. The feeling was probably from a long time ago when you were a child.

Till you reached a rather distant shop, surrounded by plants. Chioriya Boutique, the sign read.

"This place mostly isn't open whenever the bigger version of it is open in the city."

Oh, the name seems oddly familiar now.

"Oh, that place thats went trending for its clothing near the Mall?

"Yeah. It's a smaller version for other people that live near here." He answers, with a hint of sympathy in his voice. Stepping inside the shop as a familiar bell was heard from above.

It was empty—or atleast it felt empty. Sighing in the cold air that came for Air Conditioning felt nostalgic, like those old shops. A voice could be heard from the side, making both your heads turn to find the source.

"Hello, welcome to Chioriya Boutique. How do both of you fare today? The seamstress currently isn't here." She asks, returning to her apparent original spot, behind the receptionists desk with fabrics cluttered around.

"Uhm... Fine?" Speaking with a doubtful tone, you answered her question... That was probably rhetorical.

"We're looking for slightly oversized plain t-shirts in her size. Do you have any?" Scara pointed at your torso with his index finger making you smile awkwardly in confusion.

"Yes, we should have some in the back." The woman held her palm out, showing a door on the side apparently being a different section.

"Come with me." He took your hand once again, maneuvering you over into the room.

Mannequins. It filled the room, various types of plain or designed T-shirts.

You felt the fabric, rubbing them with two fingers. How comfortable, it's fine silk, appropriately stretchy a little too.

Most of it seem to be slightly more expensive than the average types, the fine handiwork makes up for it though.

"Hm, I wonder what the seamstress is like..." You whisper to yourself, placing two fingers under your chin in thought, also earning a confused look from him in the process.

"Shes polite enough. A little bold, can be stern too. If thats what you're asking." He speaks, selecting a beige shirt that seems to perfectly fit you.

"How pretty, her choices of color." You smile, this reminds you of someone, yet you can't tell all that well.

"Hm. You remind me of her a little. Your appearance, that is. But I'd choose you in terms of who would be prettier." Showing a mischevious smile at the last sentence, till you smack him in the head out of embarrassment.

"Ugh, shut up with the corny compliments..."

"Don't you like them?"

You scoff in response, "Mainly, no. And what do you mean by me looking similar? Wait no, scratch that. How did you choose a T-shirt that seems to fit me perfectly?" You raise a brow.

"Lucky pick, it wasn't on purpose..." He pauses, wheels turning in his head. "I DID NOT do whatever weird ass stuff you think I could've possibly did." His eyes narrow, in a sarcastic look of disgust.

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Extra A/N: Sorry about this being probably too short, didn't want to make anyone mad about me taking too long for a part 2 though. Sorry! 😭

[psalacanthea]

WiP Whenever

I don't know what to say. It's in my head so I wrote it down to try and purge it (but ofc this is a plot bunny so I just gave it more space in my brain). If you want me to continue writing this, please do let me know.

Astarion x Tav, modern au. When you accidentally rescue a spoiled brat on the street who got turned into a vampire last night.

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There was someone in Zynatheri's bedroom- not unusual, but she didn't remember bringing anyone home from last night's gig.

Eventually, she realized the intermittent creaking and shifting of her mattress was not, in fact, a one night stand trying to sneak out without waking her, but someone kicking it.

One eye slowly cracked open, took note of the thin streak of light peeking between her curtains, and Zyn closed her eyes again.  Still daytime.  “M’sleeping.  See y’self out.”

A high, irritated voice drilled into her brain like a five in the morning construction crew.  “Why are you sleeping?  You’re marginally elven.  It’s been five hours, get up already.  Your fridge is empty, I'm hungry, and you don’t have any tea.”

Her mattress was kicked again in an irritable rhythm, like a tantruming child.

Oh, right, she’d accidentally picked up some patriar on a bender last night who'd wandered into the wrong neighborhood and gotten jumped.  Great.  She gathered up her blanket from under her neck and chest, and bunched it up so she could shove her face into it.  “M’nocturnal, sun hurts my eyes.  Go home.”

“I can’t go home!” His voice finally penetrated with some nuance, and she realized he sounded…scared.  Why was he scared?  His voice sharpened.  “Now wake up!”

Why was he scared and annoying?

Last night’s chaos and confusion finally filtered in, reminding her of just what the hell was going on.  He’d all but burst into her apartment just before dawn, yelling something about being chased.  Right.  She’d assumed he’d gotten lost slumming it, and had given him a couch and thrown a ward on the door because she was too tired to deal with it.

But now it was daytime and he was still here.  

Ick.

Why couldn’t he go– “Dedicated robber.  I guess.”  Reaching up, she pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her fingertips into the corners of her eyes.  Ick, eye crunchies.  Still not paying attention to him, she excavated them with a nail, flopping over onto her side.  “Just go out through the alley, there’s a door marked garbage in the lobby.”

“That won’t stop me from burning!”

Something was shoved into the line of her blurry vision, which she lifted a hand to bat out of the way, only to realize the skin was blistered and peeling.  Wait, what?  Was that– “Are you burned?”  Had he been burned before?  She didn’t think so.  Well, he was a patriar.  “Did you try to cook or something?”

“No, the sun did this.”

Wait, what?  Zyn was too tired for this.  With a little groan, she reached up and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, trying to banish sleep.  Luckily the idiot moved out of her way as she swung her legs off the bed, heaving herself up to sit.  

Raking back her hair with both hands, she inhaled sharply through her nose and stood up, feet instinctively avoiding the splintered bit of wood just at the edge of her bed.  The landlord kept claiming he was going to finish the flooring.  She didn’t care; Zyn got a slight discount because it wasn’t and she needed the money.

Ignoring the tall, irritatingly pale eladrin standing over her like she was supposed to solve his problems, she turned away from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Zyn tugged her t-shirt down over her ass.  Avoiding the damaged threshold, she pulled open the creaking bathroom door and headed for the sink.  The eladrin followed.

Turning on the tap, she let the water run for a few seconds before splashing her face, the ice-cold water penetrating both mind and body alike, briskly waking her up.  There.  Now she could be lucid.  The toothbrush she definitely needed to replace was shoved into her mouth, and then she set to picking the dried toothpaste off of the mouth of the tube.  

“I’m having a bit of an urgent situation here, if you don’t mind.”

“Mhmm,” Zyn mumbled absently, squeezing out a thin ribbon of toothpaste and smearing it over her brush.  “I don’t have a spare toothbrush.”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

“You should, it’s important to–” she glanced over her shoulder again, un-blurred eyes finally taking him in.  Oh.  That’s why she’d let him into her apartment.

His face was long, a little too aristocratic for her liking, but with a very pretty mouth and devastatingly attractive eyes, despite the colo– wait.  Narrowing hers, Zynatheri peered into the stranger’s scarlet eyes.  Red eyes.  On an eladrin.

“Are you half drow?”

He drew himself up, looking offended.  Still disheveled, though.  “How dare you.”

“Don’t be a bi–” She stopped.  Her eyes flickered down to his burned hand.  Burned.  Red eyes.  He’d been standing behind her when she– 

Zyn turned back around, staring into the spotty, tarnished mirror.

Only her own reflection gazed back, the doorway behind her empty.  Shit.  All right, so she’d invited a vampire into her house.  Fine, fine, that was fine.  But why had he tried to go out in the su–

“So weird question, but those guys that jumped you last night.  Did one of them bite you?”

“What are you– yes, if you must know.”

“Look in the mirror.”

There was silence from behind her for a good few seconds, as the stranger had a Revelation.  Not wanting to waste time, Zyn took the opportunity to wet her toothbrush and start brushing away, waiting for reality to sink in.  Neh.  If he tried to bite her he probably didn’t know how, so a swift kick to the balls should settle things.

Luckily she knew a lot of people who were probably okay with being bit by a vampire spawn, but as far as she knew usually spawns weren’t just…able to escape like this.  Probably better to hand him off to someone and be done with it before the big one came to claim him.  If he really was a spoiled little patriar, his family would probably figure it out.

“Shit,” he said from behind her, voice hushed.

[qtssvnwoo]

Behind Closed Doors- Chapter Four

A/n: Chapter four is finally out!! Remember, this has themes of abuse so please don’t if you are sensitive to this topic!!!

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of blood, and death. This chapter can hit hard for some people so I’m warning you guys to read casually if you don’t deal well with topics of abuse.  

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) because it sounds cool. It’s now more of the start of the winter of your third year because I changed my mind. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of my tropes, but if you’d like to change it go ahead! I would suggest just not being a Slytherin because than the tropes wouldn’t make too much sense.  Enjoy!!!

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You sat in a desolate space outside of the castle's walls. The darkness engulfed you in a warm and somewhat comforting hug as you sat and thought about everything. You had vowed with yourself that you would make yourself hate Draco Malfoy for the sake of your brothers, that you would do anything to make yourself lose the intense feelings you had for the blonde. But you just couldn’t make yourself hate him no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times he insulted your brothers or how many times he made you feel insignificant. 

You listened to the sweet sounds of the babbling brook, the birds slightly singing and the rest of the sweet sounds of nature as you took it all in, you were truly alone, but you did not mind it. You enjoyed being alone. It gave you time to actually sit down and think without going crazy because of your brothers, or should you say brother.

The wind grew colder and you felt a presence sit next to you in the grass. You looked over to your side and you saw the blonde head of hair you were so infatuated with. You didn’t say anything, you felt at peace with him. You didn’t feel like you had to hide anything, you didn’t feel like you needed to run. You just felt like you needed to sit with him, and be with him. And damn did it feel good to not worry about it for once. 

You felt your hand crawl towards Draco’s. No words were spoken, but you felt at home, and more importantly at peace. Draco’s hand felt warm against your cold ones. And you looked at him and admired his features. You saw him smile and look at you, and yet, still no words were exchanged between you too. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him moving closer to you. You leaned in yourself and you felt your lips linger in place for a second before finally meeting. 

You grabbed his face, and you deepened the kiss. You felt Draco’s hands run down your hips, and push you to the ground. He was hovering on top of you as he held your face in one hand, and your hip in the other. Your lips moved in sync and you felt the warmth in your stomach grow. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and for once you felt so at peace. You had longed to kiss Draco, and it felt like heaven. You never wanted it to end. Until it did. 

You felt ice cold water being splashed on your face causing you to wake up suddenly from your peaceful dream. 

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO? YOU LEAVE HER ALONE WHILE SHE’S TRYING TO SLEEP, SHE NEEDS TO RECOVER!” Madam Pomfrey yelled. Her voice rang in your eyes and caused you to flinch at the sudden booming effect coming from her. 

Your head throbbed and your throat felt very dry, you were still trying to get over your unrealistic dream, so the combination of loud yelling, head throbbing, and sudden cold water being drenched on your face didn’t help at all. You looked around the white room, eyes still adjusting to the sudden brightness of it that you hadn’t acknowledged your brothers standing side by side of your bed. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Calum asked calmly. Calum was always gentle, he knew and when not to be extravagant and at thighs time, he was choosing to be more soft spoken than Bennett was. 

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU SCARED ME!” Bennett, who looked as if he had been crying, threw the cup from his hands and grabbed you by your aching shoulders. “ARE YOU OKAY?” He, once again, screamed. 

You pushed your brother away, mumbling quietly about your head throbbing before laying back down on the bed. 

“I feel like shit.” Was all you said, but your brothers must’ve understood. 

“Language Mrs.Barlowe. But, It’s expected that no one feels great when getting hit in the temple by a bludger. But, recovery should only take at most two days.” Madam Pomfrey paused before she mixed the liquid in her hand and handed it to you. “This is a painkiller. Take it and sit for about an hour. I’ll release you when I feel comfortable in your ability to function.” She smiled at you as she watched you drink it. 

It tasted like swamp water, but you didn’t complain. You took it in hopes that your blinding headache would subside. 

“Now, when I release you, you come straight back to me if you’re feeling any type of symptom. Nausea, headaches, fatigue, anything that’s out of the normal for you, Okay dear?” She added. You smiled at her and nodded, handing her the glass vile back carefully and watching as she walked away from you. 

“So, is your headache really that bad?” Calum asked, you groaned dramatically and looked over at him. 

“Yes it is. It feels like someone is taking a spiked bat to my cranium every five seconds.” Bennet laughed at this, while Calum looked at you apologetically. “Who threw that bloody Bludger anyways?” You asked, Bennet stopped laughing and looked at Calum. 

“Did you see who did it?” Bennett asked, Calum shook his head.

“You’ve been out for a day or so, I was really worried about you.” You smiled at Calum and weakly punched his shoulder. 

“You gonna be at quidditch practice tomorrow?” Bennett asked. You knew he probably meant it to be a joke, but yet you still rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, him doing the same.

“No she is not, but as of right now, what matters more is you getting rest. Come on Ben, we have potions soon anyways.” Calum kissed your forehead lightly before grabbing his books and getting up to leave. You examined him carefully, watching as his demeanor changed as he got up to leave. You could sense that something was wrong, that something was bothering him or as if he wanted to say something, but Calum held his tongue like he always did and he smiled at you. “I promise I’ll get you all the homework for our classes later okay?” You nodded and reached up to give him a hug, he smiled and reached down to you, hugging you tightly. The smell of lavender hit you as you inhaled his scent. 

“Love you Cay.” 

“Love you too Y/n/n. Come on Bennett.” Was the last thing Calum said before he walked away from your bed, not forgetting to give Mrs.Pomfrey a ‘Thank You’ before leaving. 

“Yeah whatever I’m coming.” Bennett turned to you and sat down. You looked at him in confusion, but remembered that Bennett had a history of being late to class, and nor did he particularly care. 

“Listen, Y/n,” Bennett stopped, trying to form the words correctly. Bennett was never the most well-spoken person, but, if you let him think, he would say things that would baffle even Dumbledore himself.  “You’re my sister. You’re also my best friend so that's why I feel like I have the right to say this.” 

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like that you like Malfoy.” Oh. “I don’t like it at all. He's a horrible person Y/n. You’re allowed to like who you like but I won’t let you like him.” 

You felt your throat start to become even dryer than it was before. You looked down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with him as if it was going to make him disappear. You knew it was going to come down to this, as much as you tried to deny your feelings or shove them so far inside you that nobody could see them, Bennett and Calum always saw right through you. You were like an open book to them, there was nothing about you that they didn’t know. 

“I’m not gonna do anything to stop you I guess. I hate that you like him. But it comes down to a decision.” Bennett paused looking at you with the most serious face you have ever seen him have. 

“It’s either us, or it's him.” Was all he said before picking up his books and leaving. He didn’t say anything more, nor did he even spare you a glance as he walked out from the hospital wing. The obvious decision was your brothers, I mean, why wouldn’t it be, right?

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Bennett walked out of the Hospital wing with a heavy heart. He hated making you choose between your brothers or Draco, but he knew that he had to one day. Bennett was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see the shorter figure of a girl walking in front of him. 

In an instant he crashed into a smaller girl. Her brown hair, messy as always, flew back along with the rest of her body as she started falling backward at the sudden collision. Luckily, Bennett caught her just in time before she fell. He grabbed her hand and  pulled her up to his chest as an attempt to save her from falling. 

He stared into her bright brown eyes and smiled sheepishly before quickly pulling himself back together. He pulled away from her, picking up her books for her before picking up his own. 

He studied her face and saw her pale complexion, complemented by the light ring of blush on her cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He apologized. The girl looked up at him and blushed even more, she smiled and took her books from his hand.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” She said, before she walked away Bennett grabbed her by her arm and looked her in her eye. 

“What's your name?”

“My name? Oh its-”

“Hermione, come on we gotta go!” Harry yelled from a distance. Hermione looked back at Bennett and smiled once more before running off to meet with Harry. 

“Hermione.” he whispered to himself before he tightened his grips on his books and strutted off to class. 

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You stared at the blank ceiling above you, counting the cracks being the only thing that was keeping you occupied. You thought to yourself, random thoughts that had no substance. Like,

Homework, what's for lunch, Draco, How was Bennett and Calum doing, Draco, quidditch practice, oh and did I mention Draco?

You groaned as your thoughts consumed you, not being able to distract yourself from Draco. Nothing helped you, and you could never go six seconds without thinking about him. And instead of being filled with the usual fuzzy feelings of liking someone, you were filled with the feelings of guilt and insolence. Your brother had made it clear that by choosing Draco you would be disappointing him, and, worse, choosing a boy over your own family. 

You were adamant about staying all day in that crunchy and extremely uncomfortable hospital bed, but you heard the giant doors of the wing open and close, a small conversion, and then steps towards your bed. 

“Barlowe.” The voice said. You looked up and immediately felt a cold rush of wind fall in front of you. You saw Draco, his hair sticking to his face with sweat beads coming from his forehead. His quidditch sweater hugged his body in all the right ways that made your brain go fuzzy. His eyes, which seemed to be glazed over, while they scanned your body. 

“What could you possibly want, Malfoy?” You asked, you felt like you knew the answer to your so obvious question, but you felt in the mood to poke and prod at someone

“I’m here to see you, isn’t it obvious.” He responded sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter, looking up into his gray eyes. “And I came to take you out on a walk. Madam Pomfrey said you should get a little air. 

“I’m not going on a walk with you.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I can’t control myself around you.” 

The words flew from your mouth before you could snatch them back and gulp them back down. You stared at Draco, expecting some type of cocky reaction to come from him, and of course you expected right. You saw his shoulders straighten along with his posture, his eyes found a little more light and you sighed to yourself as you saw the effects of your words take place. 

“Most girls can’t love.” 

“Whatever Malfoy, let's hurry this shit up.” 

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You breathed in the fresh air as you walked outside. The winter air hitting your face like a brick, but it somehow gave you comfort. You walked, the yellow and black scarf wrapped around your neck tightly. 

Draco stared at you and he swore he saw the snowflakes stop, the wind slowed down and it was like a mental picture for him. He looked at your reddened cheeks from the cold, your smile as you walked alongside him, and how you held your hands closely to your chest. 

Draco smiled as he walked with you. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of your hair, placing it neatly behind your ear. He watched as your shoulders tensed and your cheeks get redder. 

“Don’t do that.” You said, pushing his hand away and putting on the meanest look you could. But, deep inside, your heart skipped a beat and you jumped for joy. Your brain gave you a mental smack, as you reminded yourself that Draco has probably done this with ten other girls if not a lot more. 

“Why not? Because you can’t control yourself around me?” Draco mocked. You pulled the fakest laugh you could and swatted his shoulder. Draco pretended to be hurt, fake crying and shortly after laughing. You rolled your eyes, and looked around to find a place to sit. 

“There. Let's sit down for a moment.” You said, you didn’t wait for Draco, you just walked yourself over and sat down on the bench. Draco followed soon after, taking a seat a little too close to you, but you didn’t verbally complain. 

Draco and you sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes, watching as the snow fell from the sky and landed softly on the ground. You were alright with just sitting in silence before being whisked off to your dorm room for some mandatory rest, per Mrs.Pomfrey’s request. But, Draco had other plans.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Okay well I’m going to anyways,” Draco faced you, looking at you with those gray eyes that made you melt almost every time. “Why do you feel nervous talking about your dad? And why do your brothers get into physical fights every time they get compared to him? I know he’s in Azkaban but what did he do?” 

You sighed. It was always a hard topic, your father that is. You had no problem telling select few people about it, people that you truly trusted. So you had no idea why you started to tell Draco.

“Well, to start he was never there. I can’t remember one birthday when he was actually there. He would always show up the next day with a pair of socks for each one of my siblings. He always got them mixed up, especially me Bennett and Calum’s. But, one day, me, Bennett and Calum came home from a sports practice, and my mother was on the floor. My oldest sister was crying, she had blood on her head and my younger brother was nowhere to be found. When we calmed my sister down and asked her what happened, all she said was that ‘dad snapped’. I don’t know why he did but he did. He abused us for a while, before my mom finally had enough and she sneaked all of us out in the middle of the night and we took the first flight to England.”

Draco stayed quiet, the story was a lot to process for anyone, and you knew you shouldn’t have spilled all of this to him, but you felt like you could trust him oddly. 

“Your younger brother, what happened to him?” He asked. You smiled sadly to yourself as you felt tears weld up in your eyes.

“His name was Ryder. He was only about seven or eight. Right now I think he would be around eleven or twelve. But, Ryder just, he ran away. And I never saw him again, none of us did. He’s just gone. Mom and Celia, my older sister, assume he’s dead. But, I think he’s alive somewhere.”

Draco nodded, all he could do was nod, and it’s not like you expected him to say anything. But you felt good saying it, and he didn’t do the whole “if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me” mantra. Instead, he just nodded and looked ahead of him. 

You too sat in silence for another five minutes. You felt your hands start to freeze, so you got up and you started to walk away. Not before you heard Draco abruptly get up from his seat and grab your hand, turning you around to face him. You looked at him in confusion for a second before he pulled you closer to him. 

Your lips collide. In real life this time, and even if this wasn’t a dream, it felt like one. The way his lips felt on yours made your heart stop, and you felt yourself deepening the kiss, placing your hands on his arms and holding them as a way to secure your position. His hands found their way to the sides of your face. Your lips moved in sync as the snow fell at the sides of the two of you. You felt warm, and he felt fuzzy. Draco pulled away for a second and looked in your eyes. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He laughed. You smiled and went for another kiss, but Draco pulled away. “You’ll get another kiss, if you promise me you’ll go on a date with me this weekend?” You nodded, eagerly wanting to reconnect your lips. Draco mouthed something before he reconnected your lips. Your lips danced one last time before you pulled away. 

“I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?” 

“Yeah, Saturday.” Was all he said while you walked away. Draco smiled widely to himself as he watched you walk away. He couldn’t deny that he was excited, he mentally planned the whole day in his head as he walked back to the Slytherin common room. And you cursed at yourself. How could you possibly be discreet about a date with Draco? You didn’t know how you would do it but you convinced yourself that you would.

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🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing : Subaru 🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Smut, NFSW, Sexual Themes

Chapter : 2 ( ending )

Warning: ⚠️ This fanfic includes NSFW please read at your risk and if you are uncomfortable with the themes of this story then I recommend you read more of the light hearted ones we have created. ⚠️

🌹 ~ Sweet Rose~ 🌹

Yui immediately hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Her whole body felt this intense heat coming from inside and a dew lingered on her skin which made her feel gross. Once she reached the bathroom she frantically turned on the tap and splashed ice-cold water on her face. Her mind was still reeling from that extreme dream she just had.

What exactly was that-she thought as she splash more and more water on her face trying to extinguish the fire that was still burning nonstop in her gut. After a few minutes, Yui turned off the water and slumped on the bathroom floor to catch her breath. The heat in her stomach had reconciled just a bit to where it was less uncomfortable. Her hair was damped and strains were stuck to her wet cheeks. Her nightgown was completely soaked throughout and to top it all off, she had ruined panties. “Haah….just what had happened? Why was I having that dream about me and Subaru-Kun?! I feel like such a pervert! How will I even be able to show my face to him tomorrow? Ugh!”

Yui crouch herself into a ball and stayed like that for a while until she had enough strength to get up and go back to her room. After witnessing the horror of the “mess”, she left on the bedsheets, she immediately ripped them off her bed and race down to the laundry room, shoving her sheets in the washing machine. She wiped the sweat off her brow and lean on the dryer until her stuff finish. She prayed to god that nothing like that would ever happen again.

Little did she know, it appears that karma was inching to punish.

For 5 days. Five unbearable intense days. Yui would go to bed and each time she would have a different dream involving Subaru and herself. And each time she would wake up a mess, unable to think straight and feeling as hot as a volcano. During those days she avoids Subaru at all costs. If he was walking down the hall, she walk the other way. If they were in the limo, she wouldn’t sit beside him. And if they were having dinner, she would be on the other side of the table.

Yui hated that she had to avoid him but she didn’t have a choice. If got within one centimeter of him, she might combust on impact. The best thing to do is lay low and wait till these horrid dreams disperse. However, what she hadn’t known was, Subaru had caught on to her strange behavior over the past week and it was starting to piss him off.

When he tries to corner her about it, she finds some way to escape or would avoid him entirely. Like every time she was around for even just a second, her face would become a tomato red color and she would run away like triplets were chasing her. It began to bug him each time she made an effort to pretend that he wasn’t there, and after the fifth day, he had enough of this cruel game she was playing. He was going to find out one way, or another.

On the sixth night, Yui was in her room, sewing up a tear in her uniform and reading a book on dreams that Ruki had given her. She wanted to know the cause of her perverted dreams but was way too embarrassed to tell someone. Especially the boys. She felt ill just even imagining what they would say to her if they found out about her annoying problem. They tease the living crap out of her and call her rude names than something probably even worst!

“Ah. I can’t think straight! What’s wrong with me? Those dreams have been plaguing my mind since Wednesday. If I have another one I might just go crazy!” She sighed. “I need something to calm my nerves. Hmm, maybe a glass of cold water might help.” Yui got up from her bed and smooth out the wrinkles in her new nightgown. Her old one had been batter and beaten by the boys, not to mention that it was the poor subject of all her dreams.

She went to go buy a new one but when she arrived at the store, she was pressured by one of the staff women to buy a white lacy one that was much shorter than her previous one. No matter how many times she tried to pull it down, it would always come back up. Another thing she wasn’t so keen on was how the gown showed off her cleavage. Once again she tried to pull it up but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Luckily a white cardigan came with the outfit so she was still able to cover up. She opened her door and made sure the coast was clear before heading downstairs.

Once she made her way to the kitchen, she didn’t turn on the light to make sure she wouldn’t wake anyone. So she used her phone’s flashlight to find the correct cabinet that held the glasses. The good news she found the right cabinet, the bad news is that it was high up which meant she was going to have to get on her tippy toes.

Yui placed her phone down on the counter and reached with all her might to open the cabinet. As she was doing so, her cardigan began to slide off her shoulders but she was too focused on the task at hand to notice. “Just a little more! Who thought it was a good idea to put the cups on the tallest shelf? Doesn’t Reiji know that some of us can’t reach that high? Ok, I’ve almost…go it…just a bit-“ As Yui's finger grazed the handle, another hand popped up from behind and open it.

Yui felt present behind her. She had thought it might’ve been Reiji who had come to scold her about being up so late. However, when she turned around to apologize, there, was the same man that she so desperately tried to avoid for the past week.”S-Subaru?!” Yui jumped back in surprise. She tried to back away from him but remember that there was a counter right behind her.

Yui looked at Subaru. He too was dressed in causal night clothes consisting of a plain black shirt with grey pants. His hair looked freshly washed and straightened but compare to how deadly his eyes looked. She knew she wasn’t about to leave easily.

“Oi. Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep in your room like a good girl?” Yui held her breath as Subaru walked closer to her. The effects of his presents were taking a toll on her body. She was so flustered but there was no way she could let Subaru know that.” I wanna t-to get a glass of water.” Yui whispered as she fiddled with her hands trying to look at anything but his face. Subaru set down the cup and pushed Yui more into the counter then pressed his taller body against her shorter one.

“You’ve been actin’ real weird lately. I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you for a whole week now but it seems like you’ve been avoiding me” Yui immediately tensed up! Oh no he found out? Was she that obvious? Yui lips quivered as she looked for a way to escape. She thought about slipping past him but he was already one step ahead of her. Subaru slammed his hands on the counter, blocking the poor girl from any chance of escape. “Honestly, did you think that I wouldn’t find out about your strange behavior? God, you are stupid aren’t you? If anything your little stunt has been pissing me off and I think you should take responsibility.”

Subaru grabbed Yui by the wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen. Yui tried her best to plead with the vampire to let her go, but he was having none of it. After this bullshit week, he thought it was time they had a little chat. Subaru had taken them to his bedroom and pushed her in. Yui stumbled and fell back on top of his coffin.

Subaru locked the door and went up to the frightened girl who was frantically looking for a place to run. Subaru grabbed her by the arms and pinned her down. “Now, tell me. Why the fuck have you been ignoring me like I’m so kind of a virus?!” Yui stayed silent. How is earth was she supposed to tell him about her dreams? The embarrassment was too much to bare.” Tch. If you don’t answer me then I’ll just have to ask your body.”

Subaru licked his lips before ripping off her cardigan and yanking the straps down. “Wait no! Subaru stop!” But he wouldn’t listen. Subaru placed his nose on her porcelain white skin before licking a stripe up her neck. Yui teeth dug into her lips to stop herself from moaning. This was getting dangerous. If Subaru doesn’t stop his menstruations, she might just, *BITE*. Yui yelped in pain as Subaru's sharp hot fangs shank deeply into her neck. Blood began to flow into Subaru's mouth and down her chest. She tried to struggle but it was no use. Her body wasn’t listening to her, instead, it was obeying only Subaru. As her blood pour down his throat, he couldn’t deny that it taste different.

It tasted extraordinary. The taste was so rich and sweet, it was thicker so every drop quenched his thirst. However, his hungry still was relentless. He tear his face from her neck and licked every inch of blood there was. No wasting a single drop. “Haaa…your blood…fuck it's good. The texture of it has changed from the other times I’ve sucked it. I wonder if that’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me. Didn’t want me to find out about how different it tastes huh? Or maybe it’s something else. I’m in a pretty shitty mood right now and the slightest thing could set me off. So if you wanna keep living then I suggest you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

Yui had her head turned away, her breathing was slow but her heartbeat kept getting louder. Her cheeks were flushed with red and her eyes were coated in a heavy layer of arousal. She hated that she didn’t know what was going on with her body, she hated that she was having such lewd dreams every night, and she hated that right now at this very moment, she wanted nothing more than for Subaru to eat her up.

She turned her head to look back at him, her lips were red from biting them and she had a few tear drops running down her face. She wanted to look away from those angry red eyes that captivated her, to not stare at those fangs that made her blood boil, but she had no choice. She couldn’t deal with this unbearable lust anymore! It was too much to handle.

“ T-The truth is Subaru-Kun, i-I’ve been having these dreams lately where….” “Why did you stop? Speak up alright!” “Alright fine! I've been having dreams that involve you and me. In those dreams, something lewd always happens and I end up waking up covered in sweat and something else. The things you’ve done to me in those dreams made my body feel weird and I can’t control it! Even now as you’re looking at me, I can’t bear it! My body is so hot right now and I desperately want your fangs! Your everything….this is why I avoid you because I knew that if I got within an inch of you that I wouldn’t survive! That’s why I've been avoiding you for a week….”

Yui expected him to look at her with disgust and anger for even thinking about him in a perverted dream. But instead, he laughed. “No fucking way! You’ve been having wet dreams about me?! I knew there was something wrong with you but I just thought it had something to do with your blood. But is even better!” A wet dream? Is that what it’s called? She thought that she might’ve heard that term somewhere before but couldn’t even get the chance to think as Subaru got in her face and gave her a toothy grin.

“Heh, who knew you were such a pervert~ I thought you were an innocent little girl but you're more naughty than I thought. Especially with how you look now. Tell you what, why don’t you tell me all the things I did to you in those dreams? And maybe I’ll make them come true.” “What?! There is no way I can say those things! It’s t-to embarrassing?” “ Tch you’re the one here with the lewd mind, not me. Plus as you said, your body is craving me, so why don’t you just give it what it wants? It’s not hard to tell how aroused you are. Your scent is so intense that I can smell it all in my room, and it’s been getting stronger even as we speak. I bet you can’t even take anymore right? You’ve been keeping it in for some time, at some point, your body will stop listening to you. So be a good girl and tell me what you desire~”

Yui wanted to deny it but she couldn’t even argue back. He was right, her body was aching, craving to be touched by him. She had dreamt about it for days and each time she woke up, she was always upset that the dreams stop so abruptly. With a sigh, Yui quickly gave a sincere apology to God and looked back at Subaru.

“W-Well first of you k-k-kissed me all over my b-b-body, then you started to s-s-suck my blood.” Subaru chuckled at her embarrassment. He ran his thumb over her small, plump, pink lips before pressing his own against hers. Yui clenched her eyes shut as Subaru's tongue found an opening and slid in. Their kiss was hungry, hot, and insatiable. Subaru groaned at the taste of her mouth. Why was every part of her body so damn sweet?

Yui meanwhile was trying to keep up with him, she wasn’t the best kisser and right now it was showing, but she didn’t care. She winced as his fangs bit into the bottom of his lips. Subaru eagerly sucked the sweet blood. It was too much for him, he was so drunk off her blood that any crumb of self-control that he had was gone. Yui opened her eyes, and what she saw made her squeeze her thighs together tightly. Subaru hair was completely on his face, blood dripping from his lips as his sharp tongue lick every drop up greedily. His fangs look longer and sharper. His pupils were completely dilated along with any common sense that he had.

Subaru lean towards her ear and in his deep voice whispered, “Oh little girl you have exactly no idea what am going to do with you~ Thanks to the blood running through your veins, it's made my more vampiric instinct kick in. Do you know what that means?” She shook her head. “If means that I am going to fuck the shit out of you until the only thing you can remember is my fangs!” Subaru roughly bit the side of her ear as he yank off her nightgown!

Yui tried to cover herself up but it was no use he had her pinned up and he wasn’t letting her free any time soon. Subaru let go of her neck, and he left harsh kiss marks down her collarbone to her chest. When he finally reached her chest, he grinned. “My brothers are idiots. They think that you don’t have a chest, and they are so surprised to see how nice it is, along with these pretty pink nipples of yours. But then if they ever found out, I’d murder them in cold fucking blood!”

Subaru lips attached to her breast as he nip at it. Yui wanted to beg him to stop but at the moment she couldn’t even think straight. All the pleasure had gone to her head and all she could do was moan as he feasted on her body. Subaru's hand went to her other breast, giving it a tight squeeze that caused her to yelp. “Oh, you like? You should’ve just said so~” Subaru squeezed even tighter as his mouth was busy abusing her other breast. His tongue was evil as it licked and wrapped around her sensitive nipple. Yui rubbed her legs together faster trying to calm down the heat that was growing out of control down there.

Subaru let go of her nipple with a pop! Then turn his head to the other one that was begging for some attention. “You weren’t kidding were you, look how responsive your body is to my touch, I fucking love it!” Subaru took the bud in his mouth once again as his other hand went to the previously abused one. “S-S-Subaru-Kun, please! Don’t….tease me like this! I can b-barely think.” Subaru grinned, and he slowly teased her breast as she begged for him to go faster.

It was killing her because she disparately wanted him to touch her down there. Subaru let the bud go then suddenly he got an idea. Subaru used both of his hands to grab both of her breasts and knead them like dough. Yui let out a string of moans and sobs as Subaru chuckled like the devil! He enjoyed watching her struggle as he played with her body to his heart's contents.

But then he notice that she kept rubbing her tights. Subaru's grin got wider as he took his hands away and forcefully pulled her thighs appear. “Would you look at that? You’ve completely soaked through your panties. How dirty, you’ve made a mess all over my bed. I’m goin’ to make you pay for that!” ‘Please don’t look!” Yui treat to close her legs with all her strength but it wasn’t enough to overpower Subaru”s. He put his head in between her legs as his fangs grazed her inner thigh. He deeply bit into the thick flesh. Blood dripped on his coffin while he did so. Yui sobbed in pain and pleasure. Does she wonder if this was punishment for her lewdness? If so she begged for it not to stop.

She was immediately pulled out of her thoughts by Subaru’s fingers rubbing up and down the damp spot of her panties. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as drool pooled down her mouth. She wanted to cry from how good it felt to finally be touched down there after so long. She’d been too scared to do it herself because of the sinful implications but right now, she needed more. She craved more of his evil touch. She bit her lips that were brushed from early. “Subaru…please…touch me more!” Subaru stop touching her and looked up at her with shock. “I see you’ve finally lost it huh? Well, that makes my job much easier.”

Subaru put two of his fingers in his mouth then slowly drag them down her stomach into her drenched panties then shoved them deep into her aching cunt. Yui jumped from the sudden impact down to a place she had never even touched herself. She should have felt ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty. However, right now that didn’t matter. All she cared about was how the hot coil in her stomach tighten as his finger rubbed her faster and faster.

Watching her lose her mind only made Subaru want to be even crueler to her. He slowed down his fingers, enjoying her whines as she sob for him to go faster. He removed his fingers and made her watch as he sucked her nectar off his fingers. “That’s enough teasing don’t you think~ I think that it’s time for the main course.” Subaru stood up and took off his shirt revealing his body to her. Yui gulped as more saliva flowed down her throat. He then pulls down his grey pants and boxers. Yui thought the first time she would ever see a man shaft, was on her wedding night. Subaru’s was big, thick, and long. A white liquid covered the tip of it, thick veins cover every part of it, and it looked heavy. “Hey, my eyes are up here. You’ve never seen one before right? How innocent you are~” Subaru pushed her back down and pressed his hard chest against her soft one. “Don’t worry I’ll try to be somewhat gentle”

Subaru gave her a soft kiss before, shoving his manhood inside of her wet cunt! Yui screamed as her body was overcome with unbearable pain but such intense pleasure! Subaru pulled out for a second to make sure she was ok. “I-I’m fine. Just give me a second to catch my breath.” Yui held on to him tightly before letting go and giving him the ok. Despite being ravenous earlier, he still wanted to make sure that she was ok.

He slowly pushed himself back inside and this time she let out a moan of enjoyment. Subaru smirked, now it was time to have fun. Subaru slammed himself in and out of her non-stop! The feeling of her wet walls squeezing him so tightly drove him mad. He lifted her legs higher to get a better angle so he could shove himself even deeper inside of her. Yui let out noise after noise as her hands found their way into his hair. She had never felt so hot and heavy but so full. Subaru's name fell from her lips like a chant. As if they were the only words she knew besides, “Faster!”

“If that’s what my prey wants!” Subaru pounded into her relentlessly until she let out a scream. Yui's vision went blurry as white specks blocked her site. “Oh no, you don’t! Not till I’m finished.” Subaru brought up his pace as Yui was brought back from nearly passing out. He gave her one last push before he let out a growl. Yui gasped as she felt a thick substance enter her body.

Subaru kissed her deeply as he continued to empty himself inside of her. Both of them collapsed on his coffin while trying to catch their breaths. Yui's head was full of stars, and her body was limp but a wave of relief washed over her body. That hot uncomfortable feeling she's had since her dreams first started was gone. She was so happy that she didn’t even notice that Subaru had left the room. She tried to get up to find him until a hand touched her shoulder.

“ Oi relax. You’re in no shape to move right now. Just sit back and let me take care of you.” Subaru had a wet cloth in his hand. He went in between her thighs and slowly clean her up making sure that she wasn’t hurt. “Sorry if I was rough. Wasn’t thinkin’ straight.” Yui gave him a tired smile as he threw the cloth away and opened his dresser. He pulled out a large red sweater from the top drawer and walked back to her. “Lifted your arms” Yui raised her arms above her hand as Subaru placed the sweater over her head. He picked her up over his coffin, giving the top a good clean before opening it back up and putting her on the soft mattress. Subaru quickly cleans himself up as well before getting inside with her.

Yui wrapped her arms around Subaru, snuggling her face in his chest. “Thank you.” “Huh? What are you thanking me for?” He gave her a confused look as she smiled at him. “I finally got rid of that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. It’s thanks to you I was able to get rid of it.” Subaru blushed. He wrapped his arms around her as well then buried his face in her hair.”Stupid you don’t need to thank me for anything. You were just horny because of those wet dreams you’ve been having. Next time just come and find me when you have one. Don’t ask anyone else since I’m the only one who can satisfying you .” Yui's heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes. “Ok, I promise.” Yui yawned as sleepiness coated her eye leads.

She closed her eyes and for the first time in a week, she stopped having those dreams. For now at least.

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Chapter 2 ended.

Thank you reading!