#grabbing her brother and holding on to him and staying quiet because even though she's so lost that's still her friend.

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of course amber is an older sister. is there any other way.

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Bloody Besottedness

Eris Week, day six: AU (vampire)

Pairing: Vampire!Eris Vanserra x Human!Reader

Summary: During a blood shortage, reader can’t help but feel inclined to share her precious blood to the male who had only ever been kind to her.

Warnings: Mostly fluff | slight NSFW | Blood | Blood drinking | Descriptions of blood and very tame gore | dry humping (?)

A. Note: Vampre Eris has been living in my head rent free as of late and I thought I might share to get the rest of you addicted 😈

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Eris paced the hall back and forth, antsy in his movements as he continued to pass by me, then pivoted with a sharp turn, passed by me again, then repeated. This went on for what felt like hours as I sat there, doing nothing but trying to think of solutions for our situation.

We had been low on blood supply for the past month, the vampire I was living with foolishly did not tell me and I had been oblivious until he told me last week that we were officially out, and completely ran dry.

The whole town was in a shortage, the human lands off limits and penalized by death if a vampire were to seek them out as prey. But it was winter and the animals were in hiding. It was a wonder how it ever got this bad, but there were greedy males out there, and they took more than what was deserved.

The royals had more than others by fault, so by the time Eris had run out it meant we were truly arid as in, even the last of the deer in the forest had been hunted down and were long gone by now.

Vaughn, one of Eris's kinder brothers, and Cat, Vaughn's lover came in through the large double doors with panicked expressions and a paler-than-usual complexion.

"Oh gods, not you guys too," I stand to greet them but Eris merely continues his pacing, not paying them any mind.

"How long has it been since you ran out?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest anxiously.

"This morning, you?" Catalina questions. I look back to Eris and his unrelenting pace, like if he stopped he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"Last week," I murmured and Cat audibly gasped, Vaughn was staying eerily quiet. "Why haven't you hunted anything?" She asks urgently, her eyes alight with both concern and rage.

"He didn't want to leave me alone while we're on a shortage like this, and he didn't want me going out either," I explain. Vaughn examines me, truly looking at me with a glaze over his eyes, displaying an emotion I didn't recognize. "Hey, Vaughn are you okay?" I reach out towards him but he grabs my wrist, gripping it hard before I can make contact with him. "Vaughn," I grit out. A low growl sounds in the base of his throat as I attempt to pry him off. "Vaughn," Catalina strikes him in the side and his hold around my wrist loosens, he blinks once, twice, looks at both of us then notices the red marks around my wrist. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry," He immediately lets go, pulling his hand to his chest like he's just committed something wretched.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't just been terrified of his nails piercing my skin. Who knows what what three hungry vampires might do to a human who started bleeding, even if they were my friends.

"We're going to go find some food, we'll bring you back whatever we can," Cat smiled at me reassuringly even though I knew she was just as hungry as the male beside her. I can only nod silently in reply. "Try and talk to him," She nods towards Eris. "He'll listen to you." Then she grabbed Vaughn by the wrist like he had mine, and pulled him out the door to go shoot down the largest animal they could find, with our luck, it'd be a rabbit.

I turn back to the red-head still pacing the hall like a madman, a starved man rather. "Eris," I begin as he passes by me. He puts his palm up toward me, telling me not to speak— not because he wouldn't listen, but because if he did he knew he'd be persuaded by whatever I have to say.

"I know my weaknesses so just, don't," He warns, then returns to his pacing. Despite our situation, I couldn't help but feel flustered by that.

I sigh and sink back into the chaise, my eyes following him as he goes back and forth across my view. I sit there in the silence of his footsteps. I was in my fourth position on the chaise before I got fed up and stood, walking into the pathway he's retraced hundreds of times now. "Eris," I warn before he can ram into me. He stops one pace away. "I'm going to make dinner, you need to eat," I explain.

"I can't," He sighs. We've tried, it was true. Even the meat he can barely get down without a drink of blood to go with it.

"It's better than nothing," I sigh. "Cat and Vaughn will be back with some for you in a few hours just, try and eat what I make alright?" I take a step closer and he matches it with a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you," I sigh in a reassuring tone and he shakes his head.

"No, I'm afraid I might hurt you," He confesses and my caring demeanor falters.

Oh.

I was so mindless that it hadn't even occurred to me that he'd be capable, he'd been telling me about how dangerous it was to be near a hungry vampire for months, and yet when it came to him that thought immediately voided, because, it was him. "You won't," I steel my features.

"You don't know that," He whispers like he's done it before, hurt me before, fed on me before. "Your smell it's, it's everywhere," He looks around as if he might be able to see it.

"My, smell?" I tilt my head. I knew vampire senses were much stronger than those of humans, but could he truly smell people?

"Gods, it's heavenly darling," He sighs, my scent seeming to be suffocating him.

"Is there any way I can control it?" I offer taking another step forward and this time he matches it again, doesn't let me come near, and doesn't indulge that restless hunger growing inside of him. He shakes his head with a soft whine, backing up against the wall forcefully so he doesn't pounce.

"I'm sorry, Eris," I back away, going towards the kitchen. "They'll be back soon, I'll make food— I know it's not what you want but, it's better than nothing okay?" I mumble. He only nods, afraid of opening his mouth, afraid his teeth will somehow find their way into my neck if he responds. So he kept it sealed shut and only stared longingly from the end of the hall.

I disappear into the kitchen and only a moment later, the sound of his pacing returns.

I hum a soft tune, a lullaby my mother used to sing for me at night, knowing it so well that I could get through every lilt and swing of the melody without so much as a stumble.

The food I had prepared wasn't gourmet by any means, it was a quickly thrown-together plate of chicken, broccoli, and potatoes. Chicken blood is the cheapest at the markets, easy to source, and rancid to taste. But it got the job done so I drained as much of it as I could from the bird, after filtering it I only came up with about a cup, drinkable but not enough.

There were barely any nutrients in chicken's blood, a whole gallon wouldn't be enough to feed a male like Eris.

Human blood, however, a drop could satiate the average child, which meant a cup like this would leave Eris satisfied for at least another week, just until the shortage was over.

I debated it. Wondered if I could spare just a few drops into the cup, give him just enough to keep him from going over the edge, and reward him for all the restraint he's had. But I'm quickly reminded of why he has that restraint, he's not only keeping himself from crossing that boundary but he is also keeping me alive. If a vampire was feeding on a human, then the human's survival rate quickly became slim. The venom of their teeth left us defenseless, meant to be pliable and lithe, turned into this shell of skin, meant for the blood in our veins alone. The effects depend on the human, some pass out, some become incapable of thinking, and some even become aroused. I didn't know which one I was, and I wasn't in the business of finding out.

It wasn't just the venom of their teeth, but that blood soon became the vampire's sole craving until they could no longer satiate it, until the source for it was gone and they had to find a new victim. If Eris had gotten a taste I fear his control would shatter and he'd become like Vaughn, a glossy-eyed predator who wants nothing more than to feed.

But if he didn't know, if I could slip a few drops in, would it be that harmful? All signs were pointing to yes but I was desperate to help him.

I sighed in contemplation, then ultimately decided that to give him even a few drops I'd have to make an incision somewhere in my skin, which any vampire in a mile radius would be capable of smelling, it was luck that Eris had sent the cooks and the guards home last week for the rest of the shortage.

So I didn't give him any, forced myself to watch him suffer for a few more hours until Cat and Vaughn returned.

"Food's ready Eris," I peek my head down the hall. He was sat on the chaise, his head in his hands as he muttered something to himself.

Gods I was worried about him, beyond worried.

I walk closer, still keeping my distance. "Eris," I call again. He doesn't move but his muttering stops which relieves a small part of my unease. I knew I shouldn't have though I couldn't help but step that final stretch between us, crouching down in front of him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Eris?" I call and his head snaps up with a snarl, baring his very sharp, very deadly teeth at me. I scramble back in both shock and fear, leaning back on my hands with apprehension creasing my brows.

His eyes were glossy, his nose twitching, those signs of craving I should've been recognizing. "Eris," I whisper and he blinks, the sheen over his eyes disappearing with that movement.

"No, no, I'm so, so sorry," He sighs out like he's let himself down more than me, he moves to the floor where I still sat, fear still lingering in my gaze as he comes closer.

"It's fine," I say before he can get too close. "Dinner's on the table, I'll be in my room if you need me," I murmur, standing up and brushing off my dress.

"Darling," Pleads, his tone wobbling, his eyes glassy. Not with desire, with regret. He was the depiction of apology, on his knees with his hands in his lap as his eyes shone with sincerity.

"They'll be back soon, we can talk after, I promise," Once he was no longer a threat, we would talk.

"I'm sorry," He whispers and even from a hallway away I can hear the despair in his voice. My heart crumbles at the sight, but I know better than to give in, so instead I mutter my reply,

"Me too." Then I pivot on my heel and retreat into my bedroom.

I told him to find me if he needed to, I knew he wouldn't seek me out, even though I desired to see him despite his state of starvation. I knew better than anyone it was dangerous, and learned from past vampiric lovers that it was nearly impossible to live in harmony with each other. They always end up asking for a taste, just a drop, until it turns into something more. I never let them bite me, never.

Once I had been on the lap of my boyfriend-at-the-time, and his teeth brushed over my neck, about to sink in. It was too close of a call. He apologized profusely but in the end, he knew I wasn't safe with him any longer, and he let me go.

I haven't been with a vampire since. I hadn't planned on catching feelings for Eris, yet it wasn't something I could control. It was a feral beast that couldn't be caged no matter the strength of the obstacles. It persisted and fought, then came out without a scar or scratch on it. Untamed and wild.

I was curled into a ball in my bed that was all too large for my body, made for elegant, long limbs I didn't hone.

After an hour of lying with my thoughts, I heard the front double doors open to the frigid cold, wind howling and racking against the windows. Catalina and Vaughn must've returned. I didn't get up to greet them. I could hear the muffle of their voices echoing from down the hall and that was enough.

I couldn't pick out any words, just a slow conversation. Catalina did most of the talking. When vampires fed it was loud, it was messy nauseating, and gruesome. I heard none of it. The duo didn't stay for long, they were in and out within fifteen minutes. Which terrified me. Could they not find anything when hunting? That thought hadn't even occurred to me until now.

I scrambled out of bed and marched right into the sitting room where an empty glass sat on the coffee table, only a few drops sat at the bottom, the remnants of what he'd already drank.

Eris sat on the sofa, his head tilted back with his hands over his face. If he knew I was near he didn't show it. "It'll be dawn soon, you should get some rest," I mutter, his hands leave his face and he looks at me lazily. "Did they bring any more?" I look at the empty glass, the remains showing it was only a quarter full.

"No," He replies blandly.

"What if—" I step closer.

"No," He immediately shuts down.

"You don't even know what I was going to say!" I cross my arms with a pout. "I'm not stealing your blood and that is final," He rules.

"It's not stealing if I'm offering," I mumble stubbornly beneath my breath sourly. A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.

"That's my girl," He drones, a smirk playing at his lips, with a familiar snarky tone. It felt nice to be back, even if he only got a quarter cup of blood, I didn't want to know which animal it was from. I didn't ask.

"I trust you, Eris," I confess and the word feels foreign on my tongue. Trust. It sent a shiver down my spine, I was taught not to feel that way about anyone, especially not a vampire. Yet here I was, ready to bear my soul to him. "I trust you enough to control yourself," I continue and he opens his mouth to protest but I speak before he can, "I'm begging you, I hate— I hate seeing you like this." We both ignore the stumble of my words, the situation too earnest to hold his usual witty remarks and sly smirks.

"Did you at least drink the chicken blood? Eat any dinner?" I ask when he doesn't reply, only stares at me.

"I ate as much as I could," He reassured. Which told me he had at least a few bites of everything.

"And the blood?" I propped my hands on my elbows like a disappointed mother.

"I drank it," He frowned. "Tasted like the south end of a damned Naga hound," He uttered bitterly and I giggled, a smile spreading over my face because he was back, joking and teasing. "C'mere," He beckons me closer.

My smile fades as I settle over his lap, straddling his hips as he adjusts beneath me, hands on my thighs and I realize it's not to brace me but to put me in control, to push me away if he needs to.

"You're sure about this, sunshine?" He asks.

"It won't hurt, will it?" I whisper and his eyes soften.

"Only a pinch, then the venom will settle in and you'll barely feel a thing," He reassured. I swallow thickly. "I need you to be sure about this," He raises his brows a fraction, stressing his words. I simply nod. "Words, love, use your words," He urges. I swallow down my fear. I'm in control.

"I'm sure, I trust you," I say and his eyes soften, then blaze with desire. Not uncontrolled like Vaughn, but unfiltered need like he's experienced it before he was even starving.

He reaches up to my bare thigh, where the slit of my nightgown was and he pulls my dagger from its holster wrapped around my thigh. "If I don't stop in the first five minutes, use this okay?" He hands me the wooden-bladed dagger. My hand shakes when I take it from him.

"Okay?" He repeats.

"Okay," I nod in a rushed manner.

His hands are warm as he moves my hair to one side of my shoulders, the pane of my neck completely bare, my clavicle, my collarbone, and my cleavage all laid out on display by the immodesty of my slip dress. "You're safe," His breath fanned over my neck and I nodded, believing everything that those two words meant.

He didn't bite, instead, his first touch to my skin was a soft brush of his lips, a kiss. It was sweet and innocent, and the feel of it reminded me of that ex-boyfriend, the one who had come so close to biting me, and now I was offering it to another.

His lips linger over my pulse point before they seal along the skin, his tongue flattening to the area before the prod of his fangs, then the incision. His bite was slow and gentle, I felt my warm blood stream from my neck and as soon as the crimson ichor met his tongue he let out an involuntary groan, his mouth working wonders over my throat.

He had been right, it didn't hurt, it had been delectable as if I was the one feeding off of it.

I thought for a moment that I'd pass out when the venom set in, or my mind would shut off entirely and I'd become a husk, but as his tongue lapped at the red and his teeth dug deeper I found myself letting out soft gasps of pleasure, telling me that I was the third and rarest option, the one of arousal.

I smiled at the realization. I didn't want to pass out, I didn't want to lose thought, I wanted to experience this, feel this, bathe in this.

Gods I hadn't expected it to feel so good or I would've done it sooner, would've given him every drop— oh, gods this venom is powerful. I can barely keep my grip on the dagger.

"Eris," I whine out and he continues to drink, his tongue running over the expanse of my neck greedily. I didn't want him to stop, I never wanted this to end.

The dagger tumbled from my hold, my hand in favor of going into his amber hair, my other hand on his jaw as I threw my head back, giving him even better access. Wanted him deeper, wanted him nestled inside of me, wanted every inch of him. I sighed out his name yet again and he met it with a groan of immense pleasure.

He reached for the wooden blade, forcing it back into my hands because even beyond his hazy mind of arousal, he still put my safety above all else.

I grind down over his hips, feeling the hardness in his pants that developed as soon as he tasted me. Was he aroused too? Did he feel the burn in his heart too?

My hands ached to be on his skin, I unbuttoned his shirt with fast hands, palms flattening against his abdomen once I got the white dress shirt off of him. My fingers slide into every crevice of his chest, the muscles of his arms, and the grooves of his back. But by the Mother, I needed more, needed all of him.

Slowly, so slowly, he lifted from my neck. His teeth left my throat licked clean save for the two slits from his canines. I panted, continuing to wind my hips over him in pure lust.

His lips were stained with my blood, a drop cascading from the corner of his mouth but I didn't care, I crashed my mouth onto him and he returned it with a fierce force.

Everything about him was warm and comforting, his large hands roaming my waist, my hips, my thighs. His lips felt like heaven and the metallic taste of myself on his tongue made me entirely feral. He was an expert with his tongue, exploring my mouth with it like he had to memorize the feel as if he might never get the chance again. I couldn't help but imagine what it'd feel like to have his tongue in other places. I continued to rut my hips over his hardened length, earning that friction I craved just as much as he craved my blood.

My legs quivered as he gripped my bare thigh, past the empty holster and up into my flimsy dress. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties, holding my bare hip in place, and stopped me from rocking them back and forth. The way he kissed was all-consuming, taking everything from me in just a kiss, it was carnivorous and robbing, he took and took and all I could do was give, all I wanted to do was give. I would've shoved my heart down his throat if he didn't take it.

But then he pulled back and when I chased he gripped my hip tightly in warning, restraining me.

"You're influenced by the venom," He panted and I frowned.

"I want you," I murmured and his grip loosened, but stayed at my hip, a threat.

"The venom is telling you that," He sighs as I slump into his shoulder. "You're intoxicated too, aren't you? That means we both wrongfully consent," I murmur.

"That logic makes no sense— and I'm not intoxicated," He defends. I crease my brows dumbly. He was hard beneath me, I knew that for a fact, and he had just been kissing me like it was all he's ever wanted. So what did he mean?

"I need you," I sigh into the shell of his ear and he shivers at the words.

"I know, I know, my love there are chapter books of things I want to do to you but not tonight, not like this," He refuses and I frown, kissing up the side of his neck, my tongue brushing over the spot that he bit into on my neck, his pulse much slower than mine.

"Let's get you into bed, alright?" He says, his voice is soft.

"I don't want to leave you," I whine, wrapping my arms tighter around him. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" I murmur like a child afraid of the dark, asking to crawl in with her parents.

He sighs. "You mean my coffin?" He mutters and I giggle, kissing up his neck with pure adoration, the sensuality of it all voiding and being replaced by pure affection and soft intimacy.

"You're so funny, 'Ris," I murmur.

"Gods, that venom truly did a number on you didn't it?" He taunts and I incoherently nod my head, continuing my kisses that traveled up his neck.

"Alright fine, you can sleep in my bed tonight," He sighs and I all but cheer, clinging to him tighter with a wide smile as he stands up, cradling me from beneath my thighs and striding off to the end of the hall where his bedroom had lied in this sprawling complex of a mansion.

He laid me in the enormous bed first, the curtains cracked just enough to show the sunrise peering through the drapes. He shuts the sunlight out, leaving us in darkness then slipping in beside me, keeping his distance.

I pout, and without control over my better judgment, I scoot closer, throwing my leg over his torso and my arm around his shoulders. "Cuddle me, please," I whine and he chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my chest into his. "Can you kiss me?" I test my luck.

"No," He immediately replies, his voice assertive and only making me giggle. 

"You sure?" I croon, my nose brushing against his as he looks down at me with a soft smile before groaning out, "How long is that venom supposed to last? I miss it when you would threaten me," He sighed, but the smile on his face spoke for itself.

"You kissed me earlier, what's so different now?" I persisted.

"Will you go to sleep if I do?" He prompts and I nod, I'd do anything for that kiss.

"Just one, please Eris," I beg and his eyes soften.

"You're going to kill me in the morning," He sighs, then leans down and places a gentle, reluctant kiss on my wanting lips and the taste of him satiates the unrelenting hunger in the pit of my stomach. When he backs away he doesn't let me ask for another and instead pushes my face into the crook of his neck and props his chin atop my head. “Sleep. Now,” He commands and I only sigh in contentment.

The morning came late. I must've slept through half the day. But the male behind me hadn't so much as shifted, even if he'd been up for hours, he stayed, not wanting me to wake up alone.

His arm was around my waist and his breathing was at its normal steady and slow pace, comforting. His chest was warm against my back and his thumb was caressing over the bite mark he had left last night, already a scar.

"Good morning 'Ris," I murmured through a yawn, and his thumb halted against my skin in slight shock.

"I thought you'd never wake up," He mumbles. "That would've been preferred than waking up next to you," I toss.

"There’s my girl," He sighs in relief. "I missed you," He murmured, pressing a kiss over my fresh scar. I turn slightly, hand coming to the back of his neck, looking up into his eyes. The color returned to his face, the glaze over his eyes wasn't one of hunger but rather adoration.

"I missed you too," I mutter, beyond happy to have him back.

"We didn't uh… did we?" I flush bashfully and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"It hurts that you think you wouldn't already be aware," He grumbles as a smirk tugs at my lips.

"Maybe you didn't make it very memorable?" I hum and he glares at me because we both knew that Eris Vanserra couldn't do anything that wasn't memorable. Especially not sex.

"No, we didn't freak the sheets if that's what you're asking," He moves his hand from your waist and flips onto his back, fingers lacing behind his head, turning away from me.

"You seem disappointed," I observe, flipping on top of him as if he were a second mattress, nestling into his chest.

"We kissed," He muttered, he thought it was best if I knew.

“I remember," I reassured. "And I remember asking for one, and being the gentleman you are you said no, then gave in because I wouldn't shut up," I giggle into the crook of his neck. He peeks one eye open.

"You think I'm a gentleman?" He mumbles. I nod with a tight smile. "That's sweet of you to say sunshine, but unfortunately you've confused me with someone else," He sighs like he's disappointed with the lie that slips from his lips.

"Impossible, I've known you from the moment I met you," I say pulled me up higher, my face hovering above his while my legs sprawled and intertwined with his.

"Yeah? And what’s that?" He arched a brow. I nod, biting into my lower lip.

"A gentleman," I murmur, moving past him and snuggling my head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Is that venom still affecting you?" He asks as I cling to him.

"No," I mumbled. "I just missed you," I explain.

We lay there in silence for a moment, his hand tracing soothing circles on my back as I ran my hand through his fiery red hair.

"What are we going to do when you begin to starve again?" I ask and he sighs, not wanting to think about it.

"We're going to have to go out hunting— I'm afraid the others are going to think you’re prey just as well," He explains. They would. Vampires didn't care who I belonged to, even if it was their lord, I was still fresh blood, and the most craved type at that.

"How many times can you bite me until I turn?" I knew the answer, but I wanted him to know I'd do it again, and that I still felt safe around him.

"On the third bite you'd be turned, which means we can only do this once more," He explains.

"But I don't want to, you're a last resort— you're not even a resort unless you choose to be. Do you understand me?" He stresses.

"Mhm," I nod, clinging to him tighter. "I heard that vampires crave the human they bit until they drain them," I murmur.

"Or they die," He adds.

"So, do you crave me right now?" I ask.

"Your scent is stronger,” He shrugs. but maybe it's because I'm still full it's not affecting me." He adds.

"We should probably go hunting before you start to starve again, how long do you think your fill will last?" I question. "And don't lie to me this time, tell me the truth Eris," I instruct and he huffs.

"Probably by the end of the week, I'll need to feed again," he explains. "So we should go soon, make sure we're prepared if it comes earlier," I plan and he nods.

"Just lay here with me for a moment, don't worry so much about the future right now," He breathes out, tightening his arms around me.

"I can't help it, I'm a mere mortal time is limited," I remind and his smile falters, as if remembering that in the blink of an eye, I'll be old and withered away. He's lived ten times my lifetime, and seen more than I could ever dream of. "You're so old," I grumble and a smile pulls at his lips. "Just stop aging, let me catch up," I mumble.

"I stopped aging hundreds of years ago," He says pointedly and I seal my lips shut because I suppose he was right. "But it's true, I have tattoos older than you princess," He hums and I grin up at him. "Why does that make you smile?" He asks and I shrug.

"I like your tattoos," I say, my hand coming up to his bicep where a dark maroon ink trailed up his arm, tracing my fingertip along the delicate lines. "They're pretty," I mumble and it was his turn to smile.

"Just like me," He says and I roll my eyes, looking at him— he wasn't wrong.

It was no secret that vampires were beautiful beyond belief, but gods this male blew everyone else out of the water.

"You are," I agree because there was no viable way I could argue he wasn't.

His grin widens and I flick my eyes down to that smile, those lips that had been on mine last night, those pointed canines that I allowed to sink into my neck. The same ones I would happily let bite me again.

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DOROTHEA

summary: jack and luke talking about their older sister, who they’ll forever cherish even if shes all the way in vancouver with quinn. their talk brings up memories that will forever be theirs.

almost a sequel of my “never grow up” fic 🤍

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?

growing up, jack always looked up to big siblings. each holding a special place in his heart. but both of them we’re different. quinn was the one he went to about hockey, girls, and school. y/n was the one he went to for almost everything else.

maybe it was because of how she was always overprotective of him, quinn and luke. he felt closest to her. it was clear she was the favorite, for each brother.

“do you think y/n thinks about us a lot?” luke asked when she went off to college. jack gave luke a look. “of course she does, moron. it’s not like she could forget us.”

luke shrugged. “i just miss her.”

when we were younger, down in the park, honey making a lark of the misery.

“do you think y/n stops to think about us? like— do you think she sees something like the color red and think about us?” luke asked, sitting next to jack.

jack held a picture frame of him, luke, quinn and her on her highschool graduation day.

“maybe not that much— but i like to think she does.” jacks eyes flickered to luke then back to the picture.

luke let out a sigh. “do you remember the summer before she went to college? almost every other day she would take us to the park to just, forget. forget that she would be leaving.”

jack quietly laughed. “i can’t forget that. highlight of my summer, along with you tripping every time you climbed the rock wall and fell”

luke slapped his brothers arm. “fuck off”

you got shiny new friends since you left town. a tiny screens the only place i see you now. and i got nothing but well wishes for you.

jacks shoulders moved along with his laughter. then it went quiet. “i miss her. i hate that we only see her through a tiny screen.” he spoke.

“at least we can still see her. im jealous of quinn though.” luke added.

jack shrugged. “i am but im not. we got her for a few years, it was his turn now.”

“yeah— but permanently.” luke told.

the two stopped talking. looking at the picture. their older sister smiling happily at the camera with her arms wrapped around jack and luke. quinn stood on the end, arm wrapped around jack.

she stuck out like a sore thumb in the picture. her bright blue graduation gown and bright blue cap was a huge contrast to the mix of whites, blacks, reds and greens the boys wore.

along with her height. the heels she wore made her tower over the boys.

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me? when it was calmer, skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes.

laughter flooded through the quiet park. heels clicked against the sidewalk in a fast pace along with three other sets of feet running behind.

“moms so gonna kill you, sissy!” luke laughed.

you hunched over, hands on your knees as you caught your breath. luke leaned onto you, trying to catch his breath as jack and quinn stifled their laughs.

“she spent so much on this dress, and these damn— heels!” you spoke, struggling to get them off.

“not to mention the ticket!” jack added, grabbing your hand to help you stay steady as you took off the heels.

“i still don’t understand why you ditched, and why you dragged us along” quinn spoke.

“if a hughes goes down, we all do” you gave a toothy grin.

jack smiled softly as he helped you out. luke held your side, stabilizing you so you could get the heel off.

your long green dress clung to your body. the necklace you wore made its way into jacks pocket and was replaced with the necklace he got you for your birthday.

your ‘pearl’ bracelet was replaced with the bracelet luke made. and your ‘pearl’ ring was replaced with the ring quinn gave you. every nice piece of jewelry was replaced with one that actually meant something to you, whether they were pretty or not. (cough lukes beaded bracelet)

you pulled the pins out of your hair, along with the fake pearls and diamonds. you took the long clip that held your hair, out and shook your head.

“thank god im out of that. i love mom but god it felt like she was preparing me for a pageant.” you laughed.

in that moment, all brothers adored you. adored how you clearly cared for them. “lets head home now” you smiled.

but its never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo. and if you’re ever tired for being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me.

jackhughes

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jackhughes vancouver may be fun, but i miss you, so come back.

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comments

ynhughes i miss u more kid ☹️❤️

jackhughes so come back!

ynhughes its not that easy babes

jackhughes so make it easy lol

user14 im sobbing bring y/n back

user17 come back y/n jacky needs u

user97 BRING THE GANG BACK TOGETHER 😭😭

_quinnhughes i finally get my sister time and you want her back?

jackhughes yeah 😁😁

_quinnhughes gtfo

lhughes_06 this is true, i agree

jackhughes uh yeah id hope so

ynhughes guys pls 😞😞

user61 this is so 😭😭😭😭

trevorzegras bring hot stuff back!!!

jackhughes shes five years older than you, give it a rest 😒😒😒

trevorzegras never back down never what?

colecaulfied NEVER GIVE UP 😱😱😱😱

user73 i miss the hughes siblings together

user15 maybe vancouver will be good for her. maybe she’ll find a boyfriend

trevorzegras NO.

user82 trevor i love u 🥰

user27 i feel like any sad taylor song about growing up or even her friends like dorothea, could relate to them and y/n

tags: (perm) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask if you’d like perm tags <3 )

[strnilolover]

ditsy!reader with player!chris and matt with adhd!reader double date fic? 🫣🫣

It was supposed to be a simple night out — dinner at a local Italian spot followed by mini-golf. Chris had suggested it on a whim, wanting an excuse to hang out with Matt after not being able to see him for so long. Both of the brothers always being busy with with own things — but also being busy with their own girls.

But neither Chris nor Matt were prepared for the chaos that was going to unfold once the four of them were together. The minute angel and star met, it was as if the world around them didn’t exist whatsoever — everything, including Chris and Matt, had been drowned out. The girls being sucked into their own little world with just them.

“Oh my gosh, I love your nails!” angel squealed with excitement, grabbing stars hand to inspect her bright, multicolored manicure that was slightly chipping away at a few of her fingers.

“Thanks! I did them last night because I got bored, but now I can’t stop picking at them,” she replied, holding up her other hand to show a chipped thumbnail. “I do the same thing!” angel gasped. “Like, the second one nail chips, I just have to take them all off. It’s so bad.” and star quickly nodded her head in agreement.

Matt and Chris exchanged a glance as the two of them launched into a full-blown conversation about nail polish, fidget toys, and a completely unrelated tangent about their favorite snacks. The boys heads shaking as grins tugged at their lips — this was going to be a long night.

Later at dinner, angel and star kept their conversations going. Talking about random topics, or ping ponging off of one another as they each said something. Though, when the waitress had approached the table — Chris had to get angels attention.

He nudged her arm. “You’re up,” Chris said, nodding toward the server who had arrived to take their orders when angels attention turned to him.

“Oh! Uh, can I get the, um…” angel trailed off, squinting at the menu like it was written in a foreign language. “Wait, what’s a caprese salad? Is that the one with cheese?” you gasped.

“Yes,” the server replied, looking mildly amused. “Oh, I love cheese! I’ll take that, please,” angel decided, handing the menu over.

Then star clapped her hands. “Oh, if you’re getting that, then I’ll get the spaghetti! Wait, no, the lasagna — no, wait, the spaghetti!” She paused, looking at Matt in a panic. “Which one do you think I’d like more?” and Matt just chuckled softly. “The spaghetti, babe. You always steal mine when I get it.” he stated softly.

“You’re so right. Spaghetti it is!” she announced triumphantly, handing her menu over to the server as well. Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, but there was a tiny smirk playing on his lips. “You good, angel?” he asked her, his voice teasing.

“Yep! Oh, wait! Do they have garlic bread?” she asked, flipping the menu back open even though the server had already walked away. “They’ll bring it,” Chris reassured her, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

When the food had finally arrived, it was hard for either boy to think or focus on their food as the pair of girls continued to talk.

Chris poked at his lasagna, watching as angel animatedly recounted a story about the time she accidentally put dish soap in the dishwasher. Matt was equally quiet, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he listened to star explain how she once stayed up until 3 AM organizing her bookshelf by color, only to rearrange it by genre the next day.

By the time the dessert arrived, angel and star had bonded over everything from their mutual fear of spiders to the oddly specific way they both folded your socks.

Chris’ eyes flicked over to Matt. “Do you think they even know we’re here?” he muttered, leaning toward him slowly. Matt shook his head, laughing under his breath. “Probably not. But, honestly? It’s kind of nice seeing them so happy.”

Chris glanced at angel, the way her eyes sparkled as she giggled at something star had said. His smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It is.”

Later, at mini-golf, angel and star proved to be just as chaotic as they were at dinner. Instead of competing, they decided to work together to make the “ultimate trick shot,” which mostly involved them both giggling uncontrollably as their golf balls ricocheted off every obstacle.

“Okay, okay, this time I’m gonna hit it super hard, and it’s totally gonna go in,” angel said, lining up her shot. Star had quickly stopped her, “Wait! Let me record it!” she said, fumbling with her phone. “This is gonna go viral, I swear.” she joked as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Chris and Matt stood off to the side, arms crossed as they watched the spectacle unfold. “Should we help them, or…?” Matt asked, his question trailing off as he just watched the curiously.

Chris chuckled, watching the same scene unfold in front of him. “Nah,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let them do their thing.”

As the two of them finally managed to sink the ball — on the 14th try — Chris couldn’t help but laugh at the way angel high-fived star like they’d just won the Olympics.

“Alright, angel, let’s see if you can do that again on the next hole,” Chris teased, pulling her into his side as she walked to the next course. “Challenge accepted!” she declared, grinning up at him.

Matt glanced at star, who was already distractedly trying to read the mini-golf rulebook like it was the most fascinating thing in the world — when really it wasn’t, it just gave her something to do besides talking to angel.

Matt walked beside Chris, leaning into him a little as he kept his gaze on star. “Think they’ll ever run out of things to talk about?” he asked Chris.

Chris smirked, watching angel skip up toward star, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

© strnilolover

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor III

chapter 3! chapter 2 here, chapter 1 here

this connie dude barely knew you and was acting weird. but weirdly enough, you were beginning to constantly think about him. whenever you were working, your daydreaming would be interrupted by thoughts of him and you didn’t even know basic information about him. maybe you would build the courage to attempt to get that information and maybe it would stop his hostility towards you. maybe.

“y/n.” your thoughts were interrupted by your brother trying to get your attention over facetime for the umptenth time.

“hm?”

“you didn’t hear me calling you?”

“no, i was..”

“zoning out. you do that a lot now, wanna tell me why?~” if you told jean, you were sure he’d ask tons of questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

“no.”

“and why not? you used to tell me everything but now you’re so secretive. i know you’re older now but you can still talk to me.”

“i’m fine, i promise.” you smiled to give jean some reassurance.

“whatever you say. anyways, connie is coming over later today, is that okay with you?”

“does he have to come over everyday? don’t you have other friends?”

“yeah but i like him more. why? you don’t want him around or something?” its not that you didn’t want him around, you were just starting to feel things that you didn’t want to feel so you just wanted to avoid them.

“he’s cool, i guess.” you didn’t know him enough to think that he was cool. you just though he was mean now, atleast to you.

“are you sure? because i’ll set him straight if he’s acting weird–”

“no its cool, he’s cool.”

connie did come over later on that day and you were glad jean told you beforehand so you can stay in your room until he left. but your mission to avoid him didn’t stop him from finding a way to bother you still.

you were vibing out in your room listening to music while doing work for online classes when your door opened, you thought it was just jean so you didn’t stop doing what you were doing until you realized it was connie’s head peeking through the cracked door instead.

“um,” you grabbed your roku remote and paused your music. “can you leave?”

“oh i thought this was the bathroom, my bad.” he smirked. you know connie has been there enough to know where the bathroom was.

“well, it’s not so can you leave me alone?” he ignored you and came all the way inside your room, closing the door shut behind him.

“whatcha doin?” he walked over to you and looked at what your laptop. you slid over away from him and he sat in the space on your bed.

“i’m not in the mood for you today, leave me alone connie.”

“i wanna apologize.” you ears perked up and you looked up at him to make sure he was legit about what he wanted to say.

“really?”

“yeah, i’m sorry for being an ass. i don’t know why i thought it was okay to treat you like that especially when we literally just met.” he laughed. you were quiet for a minute before you responded.

“do you treat every new person you meet like that?”

“probably. but it ends with you. i’m sorry, y/n.”

“did my brother make you apologize?”

“did you tell him anything?” you shook your head. “then no. i’m a grown man, i know how to hold myself accountable.”

“sure.” you mumbled and rolled your eyes as connie got up and left.

when connie left your room, jean saw that and had questions.

“what the fuck con.”

“i was looking for the bathroom.”

“i’m not stupid. why were you in y/n’s room?”

“i had to talk to her about something. get off my dick johnny boy.” connie plopped onto the couch and pulled out his lighter and a blunt he had in his pocket.

“you better not be doing no funny shit with my sister man. she’s a baby.”

“i thought you said she was 18.” jean mentally face-palmed.

“she is. she’s a baby, and i don’t need you trying to dog her out like you do your other hoes.”

“you didn’t even need to say all that. it’s not like we fucking or anything, we literally just met.”

“that’s never stopped you.” connie may have thought jean was playing with him but he was serious. one thing jean didn’t play about was you so he wanted to make sure nothing happened to you especially at the hands of his promiscuous best friend.

“you’re overreacting.”

“that’s my sister���“

“i got it.”

when connie left, jean went to your room to talk to you about why connie came to your room and to see if he was really overreacting.

“hey~” jean entered your room

“wassup.” you were done with your work and was watching a movie.

“why was connie leaving your room earlier?”

“he wanted to talk.”

jean crossed his arms. “about?”

“he wanted to apologize for being an ass.”

“you didn’t tell me that—“

“because you’d overreact and do the whole overprotective brother thing. i’m not a child, y’know.”

“i know. but i just want to make sure your okay at all times.”

“i’m okay, jean.”

“are you sure?” you were silent and all you gave him was a look, which told him to stop talking and leave. although you and connie both agreed to dead the issue, jean still felt in his gut that something more was going on. if it hasn’t happened yet, he knew it would happen soon and that scared him.

[deans-angel67]

Just Friends

Summary: They're "just friends"

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 600

Warning: none really, angst?

Everyone knew they were inseparable. Wherever she was, he was right there beside her. They were attracted by the hip, 'I'm going to get food.' 'Let me grab my jacket.' They shared a bed, and always did research at the same time. No matter what they were doing they were together. Dean and Y/n if one was close the other couldn't be very far.

A/N: Drabble. Let me know if you enjoy things in this format. Also would you be interested in me turning this into a series?

____

Y/n joined the Winchesters after her parents where killed. None of her family could take her in (not that they would have). So John kept her, she was quiet and shy, which was normal considering she was grieving. But she eventually broke out of her shell, thanks to Sam's thousands of questions and Dean's sympathetic glances. She'd answer all the questions and she started to be herself again slowly. She got closer to the brothers but mostly to Dean. It was bound to happen with the amout of time they spent together. They shared a bed, spent hours if not days in a car together and had all the same classes. Even though she was a year younger than him (she skipped 3rd grade).

They had quite a bit in common. Same music taste, they enjoyed the same movies and food. But something about them just clicked and they never left each other's side. Even when Sam went to college and John left, they always had each other. Throught out the years they went through a lot of things and they bonded, over trauma, over sports, over homework. They built an incredible strong trust between the two of them and it was never broken. Y/n was probably the only one who had ever seen Dean truly cry, and he was the only one who had ever seen her so angry she beat a man half to death. Which was extremely unlike her. They comforted each other.

Now they were adults, and they knew everything about each other. They knew the others triggers, when they needed comfort, physical touch, when they needed to be alone or just some encouraging word. Most people assumed that they were dating because of how in sync they were. Always knowing the others next move, but they were....

JUST FRIENDS.

It was something they had both said numerous times throughout the years. Sam knew that saying those words always hurt Y/n. She fell first, how could she not? He understood everything that she was going through, he was kind and gentle. He smelled like pin cones, cologne and leather. Not to mention he was tall, with beautiful eyes, a killer smile and an adorable attitude with alot of sarcasm mixed into it. He always made time for her and his touch gave her butterflies. He would hold the door open and stay near by when he noticed she didn't feel safe.

But when he realized that he was falling for her it became chaos in his head. Her kindness, compassion and her soft smile. The way she always smelled good honey and mint even though they stayed in musty motel rooms. Her way of always having a brighter perspective and a chipper attitude. Yes, she had her bad days, but who didn't. She would play along his sarcastic wit, and she never failed to make him smile.

But neither was willing to risk there friendship for a stupid crush. A crush that made her heart swell, and that made him feel jealous the moment another man looked her way. They were oblivious to each other. They were just friends. That's what they tried to convince themselves at least.

[petersbaby]

Somebody else - Eddie’s girl x reader and stepbro!eddie x reader

Warnings: stepcest, oral (f x f receiving), smut, very light angst, it’s a lot and a little confusing

Inspired by this ask:

This isn’t exactly what you wanted, I put my own twist on it. I hope you still like it. <3

-

Your step brother Eddie had been seeing this new girl. You had mixed feelings, mostly grappling with the idea that you almost don’t want him to have anyone but you. You decided that if he can have a girl, so can you. It’ll just so happen to be the same one. You’re bi, but nobody in your family knows, including Eddie.

You’d been picking up on the feeling that she may be too. You hadn’t missed the way she’d look at you just as much as she did him, the soft smiles traded, and the subtle but present flirtatious vibes you gave each other often. It all leads up to to this.

A Saturday morning, a morning after she spent the night with Eddie at your house. She comes downstairs to the kitchen, the house is quiet. So quiet that you scared her when she sees you standing there, leaning against the counter.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry. Eds isn’t up?”

You knew he wasn’t, it was too early in the morning.

“No, I thought I would come down and make some coffee, is that okay?”

“Already made some. Here.”

You grab a mug from the cabinet and pour her a cup, adding milk and creamer until it was a nice light brown color.

“How’d you know the way I like my coffee?” She half-laughs, taking the cup from you appreciatively.

“Dunno. You’re a sweet girl, I can’t imagine you like anything less than that.”

She clearly blushes as your flirting caught her totally off guard.

“Thank you.”

“You need it after staying up late fucking my brother, quite loudly, may I add.” You shrug, nonchalantly. Her face beats up even more.

“Oh, I- um… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be loud, I feel a little embarrassed now.” She says, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Thin walls. Don’t be, it’s not like I don’t know it’s happening. I was wondering something, though.”

“Okay… what is it?”

“I’m just gonna ask you, do you like girls? Because personally, I think I could make you feel a lot better than he can.”

She shifts awkwardly, clutching the cup in her hands.

“I don’t… wow, that’s a lot,” she starts, overwhelmed with the ambush she got from you upon coming to the kitchen. “I don’t know. I’ve never, uh, done anything like that before. So I’m not sure if I do.”

“I’ll ask you this. Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“…yes.”

“So why not try, with me?”

“I mean, I have a boyfriend.” She states as if you’d forgotten.

“I know, but he doesn’t have to find out. No pressure, just, if you’re curious. You know where I’ll be.” You wink at her.

You head back up to your room and leave her standing there in awe of everything that was just said. She thinks, really thinks, and knows it’s not smart but finds her legs carrying her body up the stairs to your bedroom door. It opens softly.

“Hi.” You smile at her from your bed.

She enters, shutting the door behind her. She stands there for a few moments.

“So… what do I… what do we do?”

“Well first off, you need to come here. You look scared, I promise I don’t bite. Unless that’s something you like.”

She walks towards you, and you take her hands, pulling them down and pulling her down all together onto the mattress in front of you.

“You wanna start with a kiss?”

“Mhm.” She nods.

You bring your hand to the side of her face, holding it gently before leaning in to press your lips against hers. They’re soft and they taste sweet and you instantly decide you can’t get enough. You deepen it, letting the kiss grow more intense and start to move your hands.

They glide down her shoulders and snake around her waist, grabbing and holding onto it, and you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip to request permission. She grants you access to her mouth, letting your tongue enter and explore, and letting hers dance against it. Your hands fall once more, now down to her hips.

Your fingers creep beneath the fabric of her shirt and you run them up her body til you reach her tits, cupping them roughly in your hands. At this point, she’s breathing hard and fast, panting against your lips.

You decide to give her a break by separating and you take that as a chance to get her shirt off. Underneath was a plain black bra, a push-up, but her tits were still really nice. You return your hands to her sides and go in to kiss on her neck.

“Shit,” she breathes, and you silently take note of that. She likes that. She likes it so you continue, spending lots of time licking and gently suckling on the most sensitive skin at the bend of her neck and shoulder.

You made sure not to leave a mark on her, though. You try to be gentle, having to periodically remind yourself she’s never had an experience like this and is exploring.

“So pretty,” you say quietly, admiring her torso. “Can I see ‘em?”

She nods, reaching behind herself expertly unclasping her bra. You tug the straps down and pull it off her body. Now, you push her back onto your plush comforter, sort of hovering over her body.

You take one of her nipples into your mouth, already perfect and pebbles for you, and suck on it. Her chest noticeably rises and falls with each breath. You give the other one attention as well before pausing.

“Do you like this? Do you still want this?” You searched for updated consent.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, please. Can I see you too?”

“Of course.” You oblige.

You pull your t shirt off over your head, and that was that, no bra underneath, and she sits up a little. She stares at your chest, definitely intrigued and interested. This time, she touches you, reaching out and gently grasping your waist.

They can’t help but keep moving, and they reach your tits. They stay there, unmoving. You look at her and nod, giving reassurance that it’s okay, and she kneads your breasts in her hands. You smile as she looks at you with wonder.

“We kissed,” she whispers, “what now?”

“I can eat you out. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please. Very much, yes.”

“Your manners are so cute. Such a good girl.”

She blushes at this and tries to hold it back.

You start to trail kisses down her stomach until you got to the waistband of her sweatpants. You kiss each of her hip bones before hooking your fingers in the band, tugging them off.

Little black panties too. Matching set. She kicks her pants off her ankles and lets her legs fall open as you situate yourself in front of her heat. You lean in to place a kiss to her clothed clit, and she wiggles in place. She’s antsy, desperate to get down to it, and you show her mercy.

“These off, too.” You state, and she helps remove the barrier between your mouth and her cunt. The panties fall somewhere to the side, maybe in the floor. Didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna do this, but if you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” She looks down at you with blown out eyes, nodding dumbly.

You lick a stripe from her wet hole all the way up to her clit, and she gasps loudly. You repeat that a few times, then focus completely on her clit. You tease it with your tongue, switching between licking and sucking on it. When you suck on her clit for the first time, she becomes vocal.

“Oh, my god. Oh god, holy shit.” She moans.

Sounds straight out of a porno. She had thrown her head back and shut her eyes tight, thoroughly enjoying your talented mouth.

You’re focused in, but can’t help but hear when your door creaks. You momentarily look, and see your sleepy step brother in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and trying to wake himself up more.

When he focused in on you two, he was in complete shock and awe. He wanted to be angry with you, knowing you were absolutely the one that was behind this, but he also really, really liked seeing it.

You make eye contact with him, smiling slyly, then returning to what you were doing. She didn’t notice, not one bit, blissfully unaware that her boyfriend and your brother was watching you. You knew, and you let him.

He watched as you gave his girlfriend the best head she’s gotten in her life, as you made her cum all over your face til her legs were shaking. When you slide a finger in, she opens her eyes, only staring down at you first.

Then she sees him in her peripheral vision. She gasps and jumps, squeezing her legs shut, and you back away, wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand.

“How long have you been standing there, Eddie…?” She asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, how long, you pervert?” You join in, knowing damn well you knew he was watching you for a hot minute. Shit eating grin on your face.

“You… you’re fucking my step sister.” He says plainly, looking at her now.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie, I don’t know what got into me.” She scrambles to get the words out and to find all of her clothing.

“I can explain.” She offers once fully clothed again.

“I think it’s best you go home. Okay?” He tells her.

-

“What the fuck happened? I woke up and she was gone, then I found her in here…”

“Well,” you start, but are cut off.

“You’re not gay. I know that, because we’ve fucked a million times.” He tries rationalizing.

“You’re correct, I’m not. I like both. She was pretty, and I wanted her.”

“You did this for attention. You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you? You wanted to steal my girlfriend?”

You shrug.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You ruined my relationship, and I’m really mad, but I need to be mad later.”

“It was hardly a relationship. A month is nothing.” You remark, not really listening to him.

“I can’t look at her again without seeing you. You knew that. Now I can’t be with her.”

He shuts your door behind him and locks it this time. Now you’re listening, now it’s intense.

He lifts up his shirt to show you the massive hard-on he has tucked up into his waistband.

“You’re evil. You’re evil, but god, that was so hot.”

You just smile, knowingly.

He climbs into your bed, roughly flipping you over onto your stomach. He grabs your shorts at the waistband and tugs them off, leaving you fully undressed and you sit your bottom half up on your knees. You excitedly arch your back, ass high up in the air, spreading your legs.

“Fucking hell.” He comments under his breath at your eagerness. In just a moment, he’s pushing his pants and boxers both down his thighs and letting his erection spring free. You feel it slap against your ass when he does, practically drooling and needing him so bad.

He spits down into his hand, coating his cock with it and pumping himself up and down a few times. He grabs both sides of your ass hard, fingernails digging in deep to the flesh.

He brings you closer, he’s right up against your entrance, but isn’t doing much more. You push back, trying to get him inside you, but you only get the tip before he realizes.

“Stop.” He warns. “I’ll give it to you when I want, you’re in no place to be demanding right now.”

“Sorry.” You say quietly.

You sit and wait, only for a few seconds, until he sinks down into you almost all at once. You moan out loud and long from the feeling of being completely empty and then completely and totally full.

“Mmh, fuck,” you moan, partially trying to keep yourself quiet by burying your face in your arms as your elbows prop you up.

You were getting what you wanted. You turned him on so bad that he had to fuck you senseless before he could even think straight. Once he came, he’d process that he’d kicked out his new girlfriend in favor of his stepsister, proceeding to fuck her when the other girl left.

Any time, any place, any situation, if it was you or someone else he would pick you. Every. Single. Time. You knew he’d pick you. The truth is that you didn’t want her as much as you just wanted her gone. You wanted Eddie to remember that you’re his #1 girl and he only really loved you.

You don’t mind the sting of his nails digging into your skin, or the rough way he was handling you. He fucked you hard and fast, leaving you crying softly and mewling, without words.

Every thrust, you swear, knocked the wind out of you. It was animalistic, passionate. You can hear him grunting behind you. He was focused. Chasing his release. Pounding into you.

“This ass, this pussy, so fucking perfect. God, so perfect.”

You don’t mind the sting of his nails digging into your skin, or the rough way he was handling you. He fucked you hard and fast, leaving you crying softly and mewling, without words.

“Mmm, oh fuck,” you whimper, his ferocity at an all-time high and his cock hitting your spongey spot over and over and over until…

“God, Eddie, please.” You whimper again, barely audible, shortly before feeling your lower stomach tighten up and then spasm, the walls of your pussy squeezing hard around him.

Your white, sticky fluid coats Eddie’s cock, you can both feel it. Even after you rode out the orgasm, he didn’t let up. It was so much, so good.

“Goddamn it, I’m gonna fill you up.” He mumbles, still concentrated and thrusting at a steady pace.

“Please, please.” You beg. Of course you want that, you want nothing more than that.

“Fuck, shit.” He groans, thrusting one last time before spilling as deep inside you as he could go. You feel his cum inside you, warm and comfortable as it always is, making you feel whole again.

He waits a little while until he pulls out, but finally does. You let your body fall limp on the bed, not keeping your ass up any more. You roll over onto your back, just to see him. He was sweating, flushed, pink cheeks.

“Evil.” He breathes.

“Who, me?” You ask, with big blown out eyes.

“You.” He grabs his sweatpants, pulling them on, then plops down next you you in your bed.

“Eds.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you lots.”

“I love you too. You know that.”

“Then why try to replace me?”

He is silent for a minute.

“Good question, baby. I won’t, never again. I’d love to see you fucking another girl again, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. Just not one you took from me.”

“Okay.”

[zeroclockk]

—⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Drabble two

- Joons Place ₊˚⊹♡

“Yoongi, what the hell is taking you so long?” He asks me. “Sorry something came up, I’ll be there in 10,” I tell him as he hangs up on me.

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 801

Warning: this chapter includes substance use⚠️

masterlist || drabbles chapter || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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Yoongi pov.

I drop my head, I shouldn’t have said any of that. She walks past the window, hands holding the front opening of her hoodie, arms crossed over her stomach.

This wasn’t what I had planned on how things would’ve gone, I didn’t plan anything really but this wouldn’t have been it.

Even though it’s my comfort food that’s in front of me, I’ve seem to lost my appetite. I try to eat at least a little since it’s too much of a waste to throw it away, but I feel like I’m inches away from throwing up.

*ring-ring*

I grab my phone out of my back pocket to see an incoming call from Seokjin, right...

“Yoongi, what the hell is taking you so long?” He asks me.

I was supposed to get weed from home, I didn’t know they wanted to smoke today so initially I didn’t bring it. Seemed like the wrong choice cause they’d apparently been waiting for a smoke with the boys.

“Sorry something came up, I’ll be there in 10,” I get his approval and he hangs up after yelling something out to Namjoon.

I take the two carton bowls off the table, dumping them in the garbage bin behind me. Taking the two drinks that are left in my hands, and bringing them home with me.

I don’t bother to stay quiet for Mom who is on the couch, the loud slam of the door wakes her up from her slumber.

She calls out for me when she sees me, giving her an annoyed “What,” in return as I place Nayun’s drink in the refrigerator.

I turn around to face the side of the couch, I can see her rubbing her eyes looking around registering her surroundings. “Where’s your father?”

“Mom,” I walk closer to her, setting a few beer bottles that are surrounding the couch upright. “Go back to sleep okay?”

The blanket that has once been gifted by Dad is crumpled up behind her legs, I hang it out between my hands before tucking her in with it.

She doesn’t bother asking anything else, doesn’t wonder where I came from or where Nayun is.

I collect the weed from my room, not even hidden because there’s nobody who’d check it anyway. And make my way back to Namjoon’s place.

It’s only like a 10-minute walk at most if you walk slowly. It’s nothing to take a bus over, so.

“Jeez what took you so long,” gets sighted out by Namjoon as I shut the door to his place behind me.

“Walked into Yun” I give him the little tin container that holds 6 freshly bought joints.

Namjoon and I are usually the people to smoke them up, Seokjin probably just getting high from staying in the same room as us. Seokjin is more on the healthier side and goes to the gym 5 times a week and whatnot.

He excuses himself to a different room, having to take a call from his girlfriend.

Namjoon takes a joint out of the container putting it in his mouth handing it back to me as I provide myself with my own one, putting it between my lips.

His focus goes back to the TV, clicking on the option of getting a lap dance in GTA V. “You’re disgusting,” I laugh. He leans his back against the couch lighting up his joint.

I’m no better as I’m sat next to him smoking my own joint, until Seokjin return to the living room.

“When are we gonna meet your girlfriend anyway?” I ask him.

He sits down next to me letting out a big sigh, holding his hand out to collect his own joint. “I don’t know man, she’s a little.. younger,”

Namjoon’s focus on the TV has completely gone out the window as both he and I snap our heads to Seokjin’s side.

“Jeez, not much. She’s 19,”

I guess that’s doable. It’s a five-year age gap and they’re both adults so, I guess it’s fine.

“She hot?” Namjoon asks with this disgusting grin on his face, which makes both Seokjin and I groan. “Go watch your lap dance,” I tell him.

“You like her?”

I can see the smile on his face grow a little. “I do, we really connect. You guys think it’s weird? The age gap?”

“Nah man, it’ll be nothing once you’re 30. If she makes you happy then I’d say that, that’s what counts.”

“She does, she really does,” Man I wish I’d be so in love as he is, nothing else really matters at such a point. Everything is colourful again, life gets a little better when there’s someone by your side who loves you.

“Banged her yet?” I push Namjoon’s head away making us laugh, he has such a way with words.

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[mahs-dumpster]

a/n: this is supposed to be a small vignette story for this drawing I made-- anyways posting this and running away

contents: oc x canon

tagging: @viilpstick bc I told u I would write this

“Perse, someone left you a flower.” Vil said as he observed his friend and devoted fan get to class. As the girl set her school bag beside her chair she stared at the flower with curiosity, picking it up to examine its delicate petals. “Any idea who it is from?”

“...no.” she said, though her tone was rather distant as she stared at the plant. “It's a pomegranate flower. My favorite.”

“The person must know you well, then. I had no idea, since you're fond of flowers in general.” 

“Yes. It's been my favorite ever since I was young.” She grabbed a book and pressed the flower between its pages, trying to make sure the flower would stay with her for a while.

Perse sat down, fixing her hair and putting her book away. “I suppose whoever it is won't be stupid enough to try it again.”

“Why, do you not like secret admirers?”

“No. It's cowardice in my opinion. Sending someone gifts anonymously because they don't have the guts to talk to me in person.” She frowned and sighed. “I’m sorry for bothering you so early with this. I do hope you don't mind, Dahlia.”

“And there we go with those nicknames of yours…” Vil sighed with a slight smile on his face. “Well, do tell me if you ever find out who this admirer of yours is. I’m rather curious to know who this coward could be.”

As Vil went back to check on his makeup before the teacher arrived, Perse stayed quiet, deep in thought as she frowned slightly while remembering the flower. 

•••

“Perse Achillea! Someone gifted you a flower!” Little Ortho’s voice was heard by the girl who had been way too focused on her game to notice the flower that had been put in front of her door. She took her headphones off and walked towards the door which Ortho had previously walked — well, flew — by, and said flower was in the robot’s hand.

A pomegranate flower. Yet again.

Perse picked up the flower from his hands and stared at it, her eyebrows frowning at that. “I thought he would’ve given up. I clearly didn't make any effort to meet him.”

“Him? Do you happen to know who he is?” the boy questioned, curious but also a bit sad. Ortho was sure Perse and his brother were meant to be! But now this happens…

“No.” Perse quickly says, leaving the flower on her desk and going back to her game, headphones on. “I don't care anyway. I'm not interested in whoever is sending me these.”

“But for him to send you a flower, it must mean he cares about you.” Ortho makes a point, getting closer to her and taking her headphones off, making the girl complain as he held it high as he floated. He laughed at that and Perse couldn’t be mad at Ortho of all people. “I mean, it even has a note.”

“A note?” Perse questions, her curiosity coming back. “Why didn't you tell me before? Where is it, Ortho?”

“Well… I can give it to you, but!” He lifted a finger, still holding her headphones on his other arm. “I want permission to call you big sis for a week.”

“Ortho, we’ve talked about this.” Perse sighs and massages her forehead. 

“I know, but please! It's not that big of a deal! I mean I'm- I'm not even my big brother’s actual brother anyway.” the younger one argued, and Perse felt her heart break upon hearing those words. 

Ortho was someone she cared deeply, even if this Ortho wasn't… well, you know. Still, despite being a robot he was considered a Shroud, and Shrouds and Achilleas… they weren't meant to be anything but “coworkers”. They couldn't be anything but “master and servant”. Anything other than that was wrong. It doesn't matter how much she appreciates Ortho, how much she loved how kind and warm he was, how loving and affectionate he could be… it was… wrong.

“Ortho, listen…”

“Please.”

As she stared at his big yellow eyes, Perse's defenses began to go down, her walls began to break — well, just a bit. Her logical side was still very much present.

Perse sighed and scratched her neck. “Not a week, four days. For days of calling me that, no more.” Ortho threw himself at the girl, his metal arms seemed to crush her in a hug and it was a bit painful, but it didn't matter how much she complained Ortho kept hugging her and pulling her in his arms. Perse let herself chuckle at that. “Ok, ok, fine! Now give me the note and my headphones!”

Ortho giggled and quickly put the headphones on her head, grabbing the note he found with the pomegranate flower soon after. Perse got the note and unfolded it, only to loudly groan at it.

“What? What is it, big sis?” 

“Nothing. Just whoever this is being an utter idiot.” 

Perse threw the note in the air, seemingly not caring about it anymore and going back to her game. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as her movements with the mouse and keyboard were fast and stronger than necessary, indicating a bit of anger.

Ortho grabbed the note mid air, and not being able to resist he unfolded the piece of paper, blinking in confusion at what was written:

‘Sorry. You're the smartest person I know.’

•••

“Uh… Persie?” Cater calls his best friend, making her stop at the middle of the hallway to see a drone carrying a bouquet of, you guessed it, pomegranate flowers. The drone came just close enough to let go of the bouquet, quickly falling right into Perse's arms as she looked at it in shock. She saw a note just like last time falling with the flowers, and she quickly grabbed it. Cater whistled at that, impressed. “Dang, whoever this dude is, he's going above and beyond to get your attention, Persie. I’d given him a shot if I were you.

“Yeah, and end up with someone petty and dishonest?” She mumbled, rolling her eyes, but Cater was able to hear it and he lifted an eyebrow at that.

“Come on, he’s probably not like that!”

“...yes he is.” She frowns, giving Cater the bouquet and the note. “Stay with it, I'm not interested. You can throw them away, I don't care.” 

The girl left and even when Cater called to her she didn't look back, he looked at the bouquet and the note without knowing what to do. He glanced at the note and wondered if he should read it… I mean… Perse did say she wasn't interested…

Cater couldn't handle his curiosity and unfolded the note, reading quickly what was inside. He tilted his head in confusion not only because of the contest but because of the writing. He was sure he had seen it somewhere… 

The red head looked at the drone who still stood there, as if it had been heartbroken by the scene that unfolded. Cater gave the object the bouquet back and put the note in between the flowers. “Sorry lil’ buddy. Better luck next time.” 

And Cater left, and soon after the drone did too, but towards a different direction: towards Ignihyde dorm. 

As Perse finally got back to her room after her club activities with Vil and Ortho, she saw the same bouquet of flowers in front of her door, the note right in the middle of it. The tan girl heavily sighed, and picked the note, unfolding it to read what it had to say this time.

‘The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.’ 

Perse looked at the flowers and back to the note, sighing once again in defeat. She got the bouquet and brought it back inside, putting it in a vase she had laying around and leaving the note right beside it. Perse softly let her fingers caress the petals of each flower, a now determined look on her face.

•••

“So…” Ortho trailed off as he waited for his brother to begin his updates. “When were you gonna tell me you were big sis’s secret admirer?”

Idia nearly fell when he heard the younger boy’s question. The ends of his fiery hair turned pink in an instant as his face followed suit, and he held his tablet closer to his chest as if to protect himself.

“B-big sis? A-admirer??” He repeated, still not believing what his ears heard. “Sheesh, Ortho, no! I–I could never. That's extremely cringe. I mean in general I–I couldn't but– especially because it's… because it's Perse…” he felt his face burning up and he knew his hair was way pinker now. Ugh. Why. Why did feelings exist?

“Big bro, please, I recognized your writing on one of her notes.” Ortho stated. “You don't need to lie to me, you know? I know you’ve been in love with her ever since you were young.”

“I’m not-” Idia frowned in embarrassment. “I'm- I’m not in love with her! I-I mean she's beautiful- I mean, she's attractive- I mean, objectively speaking she's attractive you know like if you put a gun to my head and asked ‘hey is Perse Achillea attractive?’ I'd say yes of course she is because if I didn't I'd be lying but she's not only attractive I mean she's also incredibly smart and funny and fun to be around and she knows all the games I play and listens to me ramble for hours even though she probably does this out of pity you know but anyway I feel like I'm talking a lot am I talking a lot?”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” the younger one wasn't surprised in the slightest. That's his brother for ya. “Why are you taking the initiative now?”

“I'm not- I'm not taking the initiative, I'm not trying to flirt with her, I would never.” Idia mumbled, looking elsewhere with a pout. “We… We had a fight. A big one. I still think she was the one in the wrong-” lies. He was totally in the wrong. “-but regardless I… maybe I was a bit too harsh on her… I just want to apologize and she loves pomegranate flowers so…” 

“You're gifting her her favorite flowers to apologize?”

“Yeah… but she seems to be avoiding me more now that I’m sending them…” he sighed. “She probably thinks it's gross.”

“No. She thinks you're a coward.”

“Ortho!”

“I said that's what she thinks.”

“It is what I think.” Both brothers jumped at the sudden female voice that popped out of the blue. There, walking towards them, wearing her uniform and all was the subject of their conversation. Perse made her way to Idia as he started internally panicking. "So, you've got something ya wanna tell me?" She crossed her arms as Idia looked at Ortho, mentally asking for help, but unfortunately for him the little boy was on Perse's side now, so he just shrugged.

"Well... You shouldn't be eavesdropping on someone else's conversation."

"Idia for sevens's sake." Perse frowned, getting even closer to him, cornering the taller one between her and a table. "What do you have to tell me?"

He stayed silent, his eyes drifted elsewhere, not being able to hold her gaze. He held his tablet with more strength now, as if that somehow would make this situation go by quicker. Perse sighed.

"Of course you don't. I was stupid for even thinking you did." She turned around, meaning to go back to her room thinking she had decided to meet him for nothing, but before she could, Idia suddenly felt the courage — after being pinched by his brother — to say something.

"Wait." She stopped, still not facing him. Idia clicked his tongue. "I didn't mean to- I didn't- I'm sorry." She turned, crossing her arms. She wasn't satisfied, she needed more. Idia groaned but complied. "I'm sorry for not listening to you when you clearly warned me about our research. I'm sorry for being petty and for lying that I would do as you asked but in the end I didn't. And I'm sorry that our progress was ruined because of that."

Perse stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled. Still, she wanted to hear one more thing, and she made it known with the movement of her head. Idia went pink.

"And... I need you." She blinked, and Ortho put his metallic hand on where his mouth should be. Idia looked at the two quickly realizing how he sounded and fixing it right after: "to help me!! That's what I meant by it!"

Perse giggled at that, having fun at his expense. "Well, you did give me flowers. One could think you had other intentions..." She said in a flirtatious tone, and Idia quickly turned around towards his brother, desperately needing this conversation to be over.

“A-anyways! Ortho, come on, let me update you.” 

“Oh, uh- sure.” Ortho said, flying towards his brother and giving one last look towards Perse who still stood there, amused by all this. The girl decided to go back to her room though, after all, she had already gotten what she wished for.

As she finally got there, she noticed right in front of her door a small vase with yet another pomegranate flower. She took the vase and examined it as she got inside the room. It had a purple bow around it, no note in sight, but she knew all too well who had sent it to her. Must’ve sent it earlier that day, huh…

Perse giggled as she smelled the flower, in awe at its beautiful vibrant color. “I can't believe he remembered. After all those years he still knows my favorite flower?” She smiled softly at the plant, running her fingers through its petals. Upon realizing what she was doing however, her smile dropped, sighing heavily, disappointed with herself. “You’d think I'd be over him by now.”

[yuukiyuunairumafan]

My Owari no seraph oc

Name: Yuuki Suzuki/Hyakuya (She is also in the Shinoa Squad)

Gender: Female

Race: Full human

Age: 16

Like: Cold water, takoyaki, spending time by reading a book and studying. Taking care of the others, training to grow stronger, hanging out with Shinoa or Mitsuba.

Dislike: Mean and rude people. Wasting time. Bully.

Crush: Yuichiro Hyakuya and Mikaela Hyakuya.

Birthday: 11th August

Appearance: Yuuki is a young, beautiful girl underneath that smiley mask. She have long white hair with side braids, tied by black ribbon and crystal blue eyes.

Family member: Yuuna Kiana (Mother, deceased), Leo Suzuki (Father, alive), Yuki Suzuki (Older brother, alive)

The word yuuki [勇気] means courage, bravery and daring. Beware that it can also mean ghost or spirit [幽鬼] or simply something organic [有機]. It's an interesting word that can give a good meaning to a Japanese name. Unfortunately, it is also not usually written with the ideograms of courage [勇気].

愛喜] is a common way of writing yuuki which means love and rejoice. [優希] which means tenderness, kindness and hope and pray. In addition to [優輝] which means tenderness and brightness. 

Backstory: Yuuki grow up in an abusive household. Her mother died after giving broth to her and her father hated her for that. Her bother, Yuki, always be the one who protect her as those two were the only child in the Suzuki household. In my AU, the Suzuki is the second royal family after Ferid's. However, in one certain day, Yuuki went towards Yuki room, holding a novel. She know that Yuki like to read novel so she brought some from the school library. With a smile on her face, she knock on Yuki room before opening it slowly.

"Yuki-nii, I brought you a bo-" Her smile faded once she saw that Yuki was nowhere to be seen. His room were messy, book and paper scatter around the floor and his bed sheets were torn apart. She panicked, dropping the book. Her father, Leo, who saw this begin to smirk. She slowly looked at her father, asking him only for her to get such an unexpected answer. "Oh? Your big brother? How sad. I sold him. He sure having the interest of older woman. I got many money because of that."

She didn't expect her father, her own flesh and blood, to sold her own brother just like that for money. Leo smirk and slapped her hand on her cheeks before turning around and walked away. Yuuki started to cry silently, muttering "Big brother" over and over again as she hold the book close. After a month, Yuuki personality changed. She's no longer cheerful like before. She's now very cold, quiet and distant towards other. Even though her timid and shy self is still there.

At 12th of December, when she was 8, her father told her to get dressed. She did as she was told, changing her clothes. She wore simple plain blue shirt with black skirt and a pair of long white sock and black mary jane shoes. Her father drove her into his car, driving to an empty, cold, dark streets. He grab her by the arms and drag her off the car. He then let go of her. With a disgusted and cold look on his face, he spoke in stern voice. "I don't need you anymore."

With those last words, he turn around and walked away. Leaving Yuuki all alone in the dark and cold streets. And since then, she had a hard time trying to survive up until the manager of the Hyakuya Orphanage begin to notice her. They asked Yuuki if she wanted to stay with them so that she can have a place to live in. Yuuki hesitated at first, not fully trust them but nodded later. The manager took her to the orphanage, and this is when she begin to meet Mika before meeting Yuu a weeks later.

So, my oc also escaped with Yuu after Mika plan failed. Her cursed gear is the same like Yuichiro. A swords/katana. Her demon name is Adeline. Adeline have long blonde hair, red eyes, fangs, pointy ear and seraphic wings. She wore white dress and a pair of white leather boots.

Fact:

-Yuuki is still searching for her brother.

- Yuuki wear mask to hide her face. She is not good at expression her feelings so it might be very awkward since she had a very stoic and blank expression on her face most of the time without the mask on.

-She's inlove with Yuu and Mika, unaware that they also feel the same.

-Yuuki emotion died a long time ago from the abuse of her father.

-And now that she has her emotion returning slowly one by one, she's still lacking of it. And she still can't describe what she was feelings most of the time after a years of not having any emotions and feelings.

-Yuuki love cute things. Her room were filled with teddy bear and such things as plushie, doodles, and much more.

-Her favourite color is black. She didn't like bright color.

-The only color she allow in her room is: Black, white, cherry pink, blue, aqua green and purple.

-Yuuki find Shinoa personality amusing and interesting. Especially that smug grin.

-Yuuki think that Mitsuba deserve the right to kick Yuu since he is very stubborn and act out of order. Or before Shinoa command something.

-Yuuki feel a twinge of jealousy when she see how close Shinoa is with Yuu.

[hellcatinnc]

Brothers Conflict Fuuto Asahina Review

Includes Spoilers

So I wanted to do a review of Fuuto based off the game on PS Vita as well as the anime. I will eventually get around to do some of the other routes but I figured if I didn't post this I wouldn't get to it for awhile.

I started off hating this little shit from the anime however I will say in some of his close moments with Ema did bring a different vibe at times that I found myself somewhat attracted to him but still hated him. Not gonna lie sometimes I found his interactions like in the elevator on the ova pretty fuckin hot. I think it was a pain that a younger brother was more of a ass but after playing the game I realized he really is nothing more than a tsundere. Also the vampire scene was also pretty hot but I have a thing about vampires anyways.

Then I went to play the game and omg he started off as a ass again but damn he started doin sweet stuff and I couldn't help but start to love this guy. He would buy ema stuff without her asking and snuggle her why he watched his favorite movies with her. He would grab her hand and hold it when she didn't ask and tell her he wanted her to stay with him all night in his bedroom yet not sexually. Yes he still had his cheekiness to him with his sexual things but its funny as time goes on you really get to see why he doesn't let people in. He is so used to people wanting something from him all the time or wanting him to do stuff for them that he doesn't recognize when someone just wants to know him and expects nothing in return.

His story is sadder than you think because without getting close to him you never realize he works so much, has a weird schedule so doesn't see many people, and people want him to be something he really gets tired of being. He puts on a fake smile and persona for everyone but he is actually rather lonely. This is why he can be so bitter and even though sexually he likes to make comments I have come to learn its a coping mechanism for him I think he is so lonely that with even a sexual connection to someone he would gladly embrace. However you find that behind all his comments he will say he is joking but I think its more so you don't suspect of him just wanting to be close.

At times he tells Ema in sleepovers he just wants her to hold him all night. These are the moments you see the genuine side of Fuuto and how lonely he is. When he opens up to her about his wants of being a actor you can see such a happiness in him of sharing this with someone. Honestly at the end of of it all I really think I have grown to love Fuuto quiet alot used to be he was barely on my radar now he is in my top 3 guys now. Now I love tsundere's so maybe thats why I loved his character in the end but I also just wanted to understand where he was coming from.

He bought her gifts and took her to sweet romantic places where it was just the two of them. You really saw him falling in love with her and as he did he started not being so rough and rude with her. He had his moments like anyone else when he had little sleep or a bad day. This being said he got where he would come to her when he needed someone to talk to. He even goes out of his way to tell her that she is pretty even more so than the women he sees everyday.

The confession of love he gives is so cute even though he is right about needing to stay a secret due to her being family and his career but you can tell he still cuts corners sometimes and forgets or just doesn't care because he wants a bit of normalcy that others get. You can tell if he could though he would shout it to the world and not care. He even goes the extra mile of going to public school to be closer to her more often which is so cute and he is so hurt when Ema makes the statement to a friend that she thought he just did it on a whim and I really think she hurt him by saying that and him hearing which hurt my heart.

At Valentine's day in japan the women give to men and Ema did give him something but he came back and surprised her as well with a gift of expensive chocolates that he waited in line for just to get her that are normally sold out, like how sweet is that. His christmas gift is a song he sings to her right in the middle of a stadium he can't come out and say its his sister but he apologizes for practically being a little shit and that he wanted to give this to her.

For anyone who would normally pass up on dating Fuuto I would say if your into tsundere's you will love him how over if you like sweet boys he really is one you just got to get past his outer shell and who he has to be for everyone else. I'm glad I romanced him all the way through he gave me a love for him I don't think I would have ever gotten just from the anime.

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter One

October 28, 1995

I was sitting on the couch reading when my brother came in and plopped down. He reached forward to grab the remote off the coffee table and flicked the tv on. I tried to ignore him and whatever was going on MTV. After about ten minutes of reading the same line over and over, I closed my book. "I thought you were going to be with Sidney," I said, sighing. "Yeah, well, I thought so too," he said, not taking his eyes off the tv.

Sidney has been distant from everyone as of late, but mostly she's been distant from Billy. She doesn't let him kiss her or even hold her hand. I don't blame her though. Her mom died a few months ago. Maureen Prescott was found brutally murdered in her home. Sidney was the one to find her, which I can't even imagine what that does to someone. Later on it was released that she wasn't just murdered, but she was raped as well. It didn't take long for the killer to be caught either.

Cotton Weary was a man that Maureen was having an affair with. It doesn't surprise me that she was having an affair. There were rumors around town that she's been seen with a few different men. Every time Sidney's dad went out, Maureen was always sneaking off. Sidney denied that her mother had an affair with Cotton. She insisted that he raped her because her mother would never do that.

Billy has been trying to be understanding and supportive. He's been there for her since the night it all happened. He's been there for her even though he's been struggling with our mom leaving a month before Maureen's murder. Billy was always closer to mom than he was with dad. He was pissed when she left. Now his girlfriend won't let him touch her.

"She just needs time, Billy. Her mother was murder literally a month ago. I would be the same way if that were our mom," I told him. Billy and I weren't close, we nitpicked at each other a lot and sometimes would scream and yell at each other. It was a typical sister brother relationship. We were a year apart and complete opposites. Billy was quiet, but he was kind of popular. He made friends easily and all the girls in school had a crush on him.

Me, I'm quiet and avoid people most of the time. I'm awkward at times, hate being in large crowds, and would rather stay in, read, and enjoy having the house to myself. I have friends, but those friends are also Billy's friends. I have maybe two friends outside of that group that I'm pretty sure are only my friends because they have a crush on my brother. "Yeah, well, she's completely pushing me away," he said, got up, and went upstairs. I rolled my eyes and opened my book again.

He would be even more mad that she wasn't going to Stu's Hallowen party with him. The phone rang, making me groan. "Billy, get the phone!" I yelled. "You get it!" He yelled back. I slammed my book closed, got up, and walked into the kitchen. Picking the phone up off the hook, I pressed it to my ear. "Hello?" Silence. That's all there was; nothing but silence. "Okay, I'm hanging up now." I hung the phone up and went upstairs.

Billy popped his head out of his room as I reached my hand for my doorknob. "Who was it?" He asked. I shrugged, "I don't know. Nobody said anything," I told him. He hummed and went back into his room but then stopped. "Stu's coming over. He's bringing pizza." With that he closed his door. An hour later Stu's voice came from downstairs. I opened my bedroom door just as Billy was going down the stairs. "He knows how to knock, right?" I asked. Billy ignored me and continued down the stairs. I followed seconds later.

"You do know how to knock or even use a doorbell, correct?" I asked Stu. He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I kept my arms at my sides. "Get…off…of…me." I squeezed my hands between us and pushed him away. "You comin' to my Halloween Party?" He asked. I never went to his big parties; there were always too many people. "Probably not, Stu, you know that I hate large crowds." Billy scoffed and took a bite of his pizza. "Come on, everyone will be there. Randy and Tatum will be there. Aaaand…I might have told Park Miller you would be there."

Parker Miller, Woodsboro High's basketball captain. Mr. Know-It-All himself. He was one of those guys who hit it then dipped. He hits on every girl he finds attractive and looks easy to him. He bullies the people who aren't popular, shoves them into lockers and slaps their books out of their hands. He's a Grade A asshole. "Why the hell would you do that?!" I asked. Stu shrugged, "He likes you!" He tried to defend himself. I looked over at Billy who just shrugged.

"Seriously?! Parker Miller is an asshole! All he wants to do is get into my pants!" They both just looked at me, only making me more frustrated. "Oh, so you're okay with some guy just wanting to use me for sex then dump me like I never existed? Good to know my big brother fucking cares about me," I said. I shook my head and went to walk away but Billy stopped me. "Hey, wait. Of course I care. But does it really matter what I say or think? You'll get pissed off either way. Clam I'm being too overprotective."

"I'll go to the stupid party, but keep Parker away from me." I pointed at Stu, giving him a pointed look. He held his hands up in mock surrender and nodded his head. "Sure thing. Can you hook me up with Casey Becker?" He gave me those puppy eyes he's way too good at giving and I caved. "Fine, I'll try. But no promises!" I grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite of it.

We ate, watched a couple movies, then Stu went home. I went upstairs, got a shower, and got ready for bed. Casey Becker was one of my best friends. One thing I didn't mention to Stu, only because it would blow up his ego, which he didn't need, was that Casey liked him too. She slams me with questions about him all the time. She would be happy to hear that Stu likes her back.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

A Wolf, Sheep, and Rabbit Walk into a Bedroom: Bo Sinclair x afab!reader x Carly Jones

Warnings: dubcon, fingering, PinV, eating out, FFM, Bo is abusive.

A/N: THIS ONE TOOK FOREVER TOO JESUS CHRIST BUT YES FINALLY CARLY AND READER AND BO FUCKING HELL YEAAAAA

You heard her crying a few nights ago. At first you ignored her and continued talking to Bo but her muffled screams started to interrupt your thought process. Bo tried so hard to change the subject. Then he got pissed and went down there to ‘fix something.’ Then it was quiet.

You could still hear her yelling for help inside your head when you went to sleep that night. Still heard her voice as you made coffee. You heard her strained screams as you showered.

You just kept hearing her. You knew there was a man in Vincent’s basement. He was around the same age as you. You’d seen him multiple times. A fighter he was, attempting to leave the house every time you’d seen him. Vincent usually caught him, dragged him back to the basement. His name was Nick.

Now you wanted to know who was in Bo’s basement.

He told you to never go down there. Not if you didn’t want to be strapped to the chair again. Thing was there was an easy loophole, you couldn’t be strapped back in if someone else was already there.

That’s what you kept telling yourself as you made your way down there.

You unlock the door with the key you found sitting on the frame of it and push it open.

A girl around your age is strapped to the chair. Her eyes are tired yet big as you slowly shut the door and walk over to her.

Her mouth is glued shut and her screams are muffled because of it.

You furrow your brows at the noises she makes and put your finger to your lips, getting annoyed at all of her moving too you walk over and look at her restraints.

“You’re very pretty.” Is all you can say as you look at her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Her hair curled nicely over her shoulders and her eyes were a pretty blue. They were warmer than Bo’s blue eyes. Seemed friendlier too, even though right now all you read from them was fear.

“Are you going to scream if I get the glue off your lips?”

The girl’s eyes look like they’ll pop out of her head as you say that. She shakes her head aggressively. You can practically hear her begging, ‘No! No I won’t! I’ll be good!”

“You promise? Cause I’ll get in trouble if you do.”

You watch as she holds out her pinky. You smile and take it in yours and kiss your fist.

Maybe she could stay for a bit. Be your friend. You really did need a friend. Yeah Vincent and Lester were nice but they were also Bo’s brothers and you couldn’t gossip about anything to Bo’s brothers, not without Bo finding out. You learned that the hard way.

She seemed like she could keep a secret.

You walk towards the bathroom and grab a dingy rag and cup. You turn on the water, making sure the water was hot.

Honestly you were lucky the water even got this hot. Bo was smart like that though. Knew how to fix things, make them the way he wanted.

The water burns your skin, you flinch and pull away, grabbing the cup you fill it and make your way back to the woman.

You dip a corner of the rag in and bring it to her lips, wiping with just enough force not to hurt.

Tears well in her eyes, you watch as a few escape.

“It’s okay.” You say, wiping them away gently. “Bo never glued my lips shut. Must’ve really pissed him off. You must be a fighter like the guy at the house.”

Her face changes, she looks at you confused. “Nick.” You reply. “That’s his name, he tried to escape. Vincent has him in the basement, he’s tied to his bed. I used to be tied to a bed too. Right there.” You point across the room. “Then I found out Bo loves me. So I started being nice and he liked that a lot. So then he let me be his.” You smile thinking about how he slow let you have freedoms. “Maybe if you end up being nice he’ll let you out of the chair too. Then we can be friends!”

Half of her lips were already done. “When I come back down here. I’ll get you some chapstick. Hopefully Bo won’t glue them shut again.”

You stare at her puffy lips, your face heats up at how pretty they are. Your fingers graze over them.

“Can you talk now?”

“Yes.” The answer comes out slightly slurred because of the other part of her lips being shut.

“Good. What’s your name?”

“Carly.” She answers. the rest of the glue comes off easily.

“You have such a pretty name.” You say, setting the rag down. “You’re very pretty. I can see why Bo wanted you and didn’t tell me.” A sad smile comes across your face. “Kinda sad he didn’t tell me. You seem so lovely, it’d be nice to have a friend.”

Sure you could call Vincent and Lester your friends but you can’t exactly tell them everything that happens between you and Bo. You also can’t complain about Bo either, you’re sure they’d kill you or tell Bo. Maybe both.

The basement door swings open.

“Goddamnit! I told you not to come down here!”

You let out a small yelp in surprise at Bo.

“I’m sorry. I was just curious…” A hopeful and innocent smile comes across your face. “Can her and I be friends? It gets lonely and-” Bo’s face reads disgust as he walks up to you.

“You need to start listening to me. I don’t keep you around so you can go and start doin’ things behind my back. Get your ass upstairs.” Bo growls through his teeth. Your body lets a shiver go down your spine. On the verge of tears you listen. As you leave the room Carly begins yelling at Bo. The last thing you hear before shutting the door is a, “Don’t talk to them that way!” From Carly.

-

Bo walks into the house just as you finish aggressively cleaning the kitchen counters trying to make the place feel clean before he decides to find any more issues to be mad at you about.

“Hey.” You practically whisper. Bo walks up to you.

“You been good since you got back up here?” He asks, you nod your head and gesture with your hands.

“I-I spent the time cleaning up a bit. Uh, You-you didn’t hurt Carly did you?”

Your body flinches as he walks up to you. “Nothin’ you can do if I did. I tell you right now, you need to stop bringin’ her up.” His voice is low and threatening making a shiver run up your spine. Something inside of you urges for you to keep going. If you want something you need to ask. Screw it if it gets you hurt.

“Can she be my friend? I want a friend Bo. I don’t have any.”

Your voice sounds childish, like you’re a kid asking for a puppy that they know will end up running away the first chance it gets.

“You have Lester and Vincent. Carly will fill your head with nonsense. It’s not happenin’.”

You watch as Bo huffs and grabs a plate of dinner you’d made for him. You begin to grow irritated. Bo just doesn’t understand does he?

“What like running away?” A pout comes across your face, you cross your arms. Your eyes watch as Bo’s knuckles turn white. “If I wanted to do that I would’ve already tried. I don’t want to, I just want someone else to talk to. Carly is so pretty she seems so nice. If she tries to make plans to run away I’ll tell you! You know I love you Bo, stop acting like I don’t!” You stamp your foot onto the tile floor. Bo glares at you.

“Stop actin’ like a damn child.”

“Stop treating me like one then! Just let me please. Just for a little bit. You can kill her whenever you want to after. I just want to talk to someone else. Please Bo.” You beg, he sighs and shakes his head looking up absolutely annoyed.

“Fine. But if I think anythin’ is goin’ on it’s done. I’ll kill both of you.”

Ignoring the last part you smile widely and kiss his cheek, thanking him over and over again.

-

“I brought you another change of clothes and some makeup!”

It’s been over a month since you met Carly. She had moved from the chair to the grimy mattress across the room.

At first she tried to convince you to let her go, even come with her. But you told her how loving Bo could be and that you didn’t want to leave him and that she couldn’t leave either because she knew too much. Then she quieted down after that, she told you about her life before this, how she had an internship for a fashion magazine, she had a boyfriend named Wade and all of her friends, him and her brother were on their way to a football game.

She told you how she liked sports and used to play volleyball and softball in High School.

You told her you had a boyfriend before Bo too, but your boyfriend hated you and how much better Bo had been towards you. You left out how he used to hit you and still gets pissed if tiny screwups happened but that didn’t matter when he still cuddled you, hugged and kissed you, complimented you. He does it all.

You admitted you didn’t remember what you were doing for school before Ambrose but it also didn’t matter because you were happier here.

She began to loosen up and when she told you that Nick was her brother you promised to keep her updated. So far, the man was still alive and he didn’t try to fight or escape anymore.

You told her where Blake, Dalton, Paige and Blake were and comforted her when she cried. She was pretty when she cried.

Eventually you started to feel bad the fourth week, realizing you had a crush on Carly. You didn’t tell Bo, too afraid he’d take her away, but you couldn’t help yourself. She was so pretty, she felt like some goddess to you. So you made some offerings to her.

First was switching her form the chair to the bed, then you tended her wounds, then let her shower (with your supervision), after that you gave her new clothes, and finally you were giving her makeup she requested.

“Thank you. You’re so sweet.”

You sit on the mattress cross legged and watch as she picks out a few palletes, some blush and some lipstick, everything is neutral or pink.

Your eyes focus on every small detail she does, from the eye makeup to the contouring. You see how red her face gets even without the blush. She stares up at you.

“You’re so beautiful Carly.” You say. She lets out a nervous laugh and goes back to her makeup. “I’m serious. I wanna take you out some time.” Leaning in, you kiss her cheek lightly. You don’t process your actions until the dirty blonde stops what she’s doing completely and looks at you almost startled. “I’m sorr-“ Carly is quick to cut you off.

“You mean outside, like, on a date?” She points towards the door. Anxiety tightens in your chest. You feel breathless.

“I- no, yes? I dunno I just- don’t tell Bo. Please I gotta go.”

Flustered, you run out the door and slam it behind you, she yells for you but you ignore her, rushing away. You run into Bo when you reach the church, slamming into his broad chest. You’re heaving, on the brink of tears. The brunet being in front of you doesn’t help.

“Woah, woah, honeysuckle. Hey what’s wrong?” He asks, talking you in his arms. You let out a sob and try and push him off of you. You’re a bad person, such a dirty cheater. “Hun. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I can’t! No!”

“Did Carly do something?” Bo’s grip tightens around your upper arms. You shake your head.

“No! I did and you’re going to kill me for it!” Again you try and push the older man off of you. He doesn’t let go.

“Did you let her go?”

“No!”

“Then what the fuck did you do?!”

The whole world seems to go quiet as you sink slowly to the ground. “I cheated on you. I have feelings for Carly and I kissed her on the cheek. But I still love you and stuff I- Bo I’m such a bad person!”

“Jesus Christ, this is the shit you’re crying over? Get up.” He grabs your arm hauling you up. “Sittin’ here actin’ like I don’t know what the fuck is happening between you and her. Don’t be stupid. Think I didn’t start planning shit out after I agreed to let you be ‘friends’ with her? I wanted her to be ours. I didn’t tell you cause you’re stupid enough to tell her.” Bo explains. His grip seems to loosen, you look down like a child who has been scolded. “You want her so badly you’re gonna have her. But you’re havin’ me too.” Bo growls, you let out a small gasp.

“Really? You aren’t mad. I- cause I do I want both of you!” You wipe your tears and hug Bo. He nods his head and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes right now.

-

Your lips finally meet Carly’s soft plump ones as you hover over her. Her hands cup your face and Bo’s feel your ass as he slowly pulls your shorts down. A small strand of saliva connects you and Carly as you part and Carly sits up kissing Bo this time.

You pull her tank top down and kiss her neck moving down to her breasts, one hand pinches and tugs at her nipple and your mouth latches onto her other one making her let out a yelp. You feel Bo as he rubs your ass before smacking it lightly causing you to moan.

“We gonna take good care of ‘em?” He asks, you look up and see Carly and Bo staring at you.

“Yeah and they’re gonna take good care of us.”

Bo moves behind you and you feel a finger going into your cunt making a small gasp escape you. Carly, now on her knees takes this moment to grab your face and kiss you messily again.

You moan lightly. Bo kisses your lower back softly causing a shiver to go up your spine. “Ya like that?”

You let go of her lips again and she kisses your jaw. “Yeah..”

Another finger slides in making you groan as he curls them in you. You hear Bo unzip his pants and watch as Carly lays back spreading her legs. You lean down, arching your back and spreading your legs more so you have easier access to Carly.

Bo’s fingers leave your cunt and you let out a small whine.

“It’s okay. You’re gettin’ something a lot better.” He says, his cock head slides between your folds getting himself slick with you. Then he slides in slowly and you feel as he stretches you out. Your mouth hangs open and Bo leans over top of you, pushing your face into Carly’s pussy. “Go ahead and taste her for me honey.”

You do just that, licking up her tangy slick. Your mouth sucks on her clit and you feel as her hand replaces Bo’s, grabbing your head softly. “Baby..” She moans pushing your face into her more. Your fingers dip into her pussy making wet noises as you curl them. She moans and arches her back.

“Ain’t they good at usin’ their mouth?” Bo grunts as he fucks deeply into you. You squeeze around him. “You like compliments huh? You a good dog?”

“God they’re so good.”

You whimper into her cunt and start to lick faster desperate to satisfy her. Bo fucks harder into you groaning loudly, his hands gripping your waist, likely to cause bruises. He kisses your back more and Carly grips your hair. She grinds against you and lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard, her legs shake and she puts more pressure. You lick faster until she pushes you off of her, you watch as she gathers herself. “Look at you. You’re so good at satisfying everyone.” Bo mumbles. Carly sits back up and kisses you deeply, licking and tasting herself all over you.

Your orgasm breaks through you, and you cry into her mouth, Bo not slowing down for a second. Your hands try and grab something to stabilize yourself as Bo groans and spurts into your cunt. You keep pulsing around him and whining.

Bo let’s go and you fall forward. Carly grabs you and brings you to her pillows, Bo spooning you and rubbing her dirty blond hair. “Didn’t they do so good?”

“Yeah. They did.” Carly kisses your forward and you whine.

“Told you they’d fall for you.” Bo mumbles. You furrow your brows, hearing as Bo flicks his lighter. Carly runs her thumb between your brows causing you to relax.

“Shut up.”

[galaxysharks]

that second story is maddox and u cannot prove me wrong

I just remembered you called me old

Suffer, Anthony, this 'Incident' was written just for you

Maddox and Jet always say that Maddie's first word was 'needle-nose Pliers' and it was when she was eight. And to the world that's true, neither of them can remember otherwise, and her earlier instructors certainly never heard a peep.

But Auntie knows better.

Auntie remembers when little Maddie was four, small and flinchy, always jumping at loud sounds and pulling at her shirts that felt bad. She loved little Jet though, even when he was too loud, or pulled at her hair. Maddox even seemed to handle stressors better with her brother, less prone to full meltdowns, with baby Jet pushing down on her chest, like he was personally holding down her temper.

It was around 1am and Auntie was with her brother-in-law and his new wife, having a few drinks. This was back when she still mostly tolerated the man, but even then those beautiful babies were the light of her life.

But anyway, it was early and all the sudden little Maddie comes fumbling into the room, little arms flailing and tears streaming.

"Jet Sick! Crying! Can't fix him! Sick!"

Auntie remembers jumping from her seat, rushing to her side and scooping her into her arms. That wasn't helpful, apparently this was a touch-me-not day. She put her down again and grabbed the little stuffed bear from her bag, pressing it into Maddie's chest.

"hey, hey, ssshhhh.... Jet sick? I'll go and take care of him, ok? Stay and breathe, you'll feel better soon, you're a good big sister, you take care of him"

Auntie went into the bedroom and quite immediately discovered what has upset Maddox so much. Jet had gotten sick over himself and was crying. After getting him cleaned up and the sheets changed, she sat with him until he fell back asleep, reading and giving him crackers to settle his stomach.

Tired but relieved, Auntie makes her way back into the sitting room. And really she's not sure what she expected, maybe for little Maddie to be sleeping on the couch, or with her father, but really that was ambitious wasn't it?

No, instead what she found was that Motherfucker and his wife being belligerent drunks, crowding and snapping at Maddox, who had somehow managed to cram herself into the fireplace,which had thankfully already been cooling embers when she first appeared, her little feet and hands now covered in soot. One little fist stuffed into her mouth as she attempted to be as small and quiet as possible.

"what the FUCK do you think you're doing? Get away from her, you fucking maniac!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my wife!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my niece!"

"She has embarrassed us for years by refusing to speak! We believed there might be damage from the car accident, but instead we find out she's just been Lazy! She could speak this whole time! I refuse to let this behavior continue!"

"Take a hike Dante!"

"That is not my name!"

"Frankly I don't give a damn, get away from us before I do something rash"

Auntie watched him storm off, further into the house. She crouched down, gently reaching to pull the little fist from Maddox's mouth, little teeth imprints bleeding. The soot from the ashes had stained her head to toe, and Auntie can already see the red marks from Maddox trying to rub away the filth. Debating on if she would be making things worse, eventually Auntie decided that cleaning Little Maddie would have to take priority, and she reached forward and pulled the squirming child out from her hidey hole.

Using the softest rag she could find, Auntie cleaned up Maddie as best she could while having as little contact as possible, mindful of her fluctuating mood. After clearing the mess and making note of the minor scratches and burns, because evidently the embers were not as smothered as she had hoped, Auntie bandages her up and brought Maddox back to the kids' bedroom. She tucked her into the lower bunk next to her brother.

"hey little one, are we feeling any better now?"

Maddox smiled the saddest little smile, and lightly chewed on her hand, gently this time, bandages growing damp. Auntie figured she'd already picked her battle today, so just lightly ruffled Maddie's hair.

Auntie stood from her place, somehow knowing that Maddox wasn't about to speak again anytime soon, if ever again.

But right now she had bigger fish to fry, the foremost being the degenerate monsters that currently have custody. And she won't stop until her babies are free.

[wonopia]

NUISANCE | 005. this odd feeling in my chest

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as if in a blink of an eye, the bus ride was over and eunbi and jake were shaking jungwon and soyeon awake.

“wake up sleepy heads,” eunbi raised an eyebrow.

soyeon groaned before realizing she was holding onto jungwons arm. she immediately let go, picking up her backpack and excused herself past jungwon, grabbing eunbi in the process.

“we’ll see you guys tomorrow,” soyeon waved, not looking back while dragging eunbi with her. she paused before walking off the bus, smelling the scent of wet rain although it had stopped raining by now.

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“okay wait..” eunbi started to laugh as they left the campus, “can we talk about what just happened? you were literally hugging jungwon.”

“i don’t want to talk about it,” soyeon sighed, pulling her sleeves over her hands.

“didn’t you hate him?”

“well we made up, okay?” she told her best friend.

eunbi scoffed, “clearly, something has to be going on.”

“nothings going on, we’re just friends,” soyeon stated as casual as she could even though she was still freaking out about how close they were just a minute ago.

eunbi was absolutely right though. not even a week ago had she been teasing back and forth with him in her living room.

“just because you guys are friends doesnt mean neither of you have feelings for each other,” eunbi pointed out.

“yeah like you and jake,” soyeon scoffed, arms crossing over her chest due to the cold.

eunbi gasped turning to her best friend, “what are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know maybe that you guys are clearly into each other. as if you and jake weren’t all lovey dovey in the bus too!”

“oh please, jake and i? lovey dovey? as if. we’re just friends,” she emphasized.

soyeon hums unconvinced, “that sounds oddly familiar.”

eunbi stayed quiet before stopping in her tracks, soyeon pausing after her.

“sunoo!” eunbi panicked.

“oh my god, my brother!”

the two sprinted back to campus not realizing how far they had walked already. soyeon slowed down as she saw six people walk off campus together- one of them being sunoo.

“he’s right there,” soyeon reached for eunbi’s arm to slow her down before pointing to the figures ahead of them.

they slowly approached them.

“guess who forgot me?” sunoo rolled his eyes playfully.

“i didn’t mean to, i mean it’s really cold and i’m tired,” soyeon attempted to reason.

“okay okay,” he brushed it off, “eunbi are you walking home with us?”

“yeah, we planned that since my house is too far that i could just stay at your house and borrow soyeons clothes.”

“oh okay,” sunoo nodded.

she searched for jungwon, he was not with the group.

“hey sunoo, where’s jungwon?”

“oh hana had her car at the parking lot so they drove home,” sunoo informed me, i nodded.

soyeon lined up beside eunbi as we all moved as a group. we were with jake, sunoo, heeseung, and behind us were familiar faces, it was hyunjin, jeongin, and seungmin.

“oh hey hyunjin,” she waved, slowing down to walk beside him.

“oh hey,” he smiled widely, “you remember jeongin and seungmin, right?”

“yeah,” she nodded, “jeongin you’re on the soccer team, right?”

“yup, but i don’t know i might quit and do photography.”

soyeon nodded understandably, “seungmin, you’re an art major too, no?”

“yeah, we worked together for the fruit project,” he laughed at the memory.

“oh yeah!” she laughed along.

jeongin and seungmin had eventually started a conversation together leaving hyunjin and i to talk to one another.

“you guys heading to the bus stop?” she asked.

“yeah,” he nodded, “are you guys?”

“no, our house isn’t a far walk. or well it’s far, but it’s really nothing.”

hyunjin nodded, looking at her as she spoke.

“i’m still surprised you said yes to going to the homecoming with me,” he whispered with a small relieved smile.

“you don’t need to whisper it,” she laughed, “but.. i don’t know, i ought to try it someday so..”

“you’re right, you’re right.”

it wasn’t long before they’d reached the bus stop, she waited a little back to greet them bye on the bus. as it drove away, she could see the group way ahead of her and she immediately caught up.

once she got home, she gave eunbi a sleepwear outfit. soyeon showered first and as eunbi finished up her shower, soyeon had been laying flatly on her bed with a lot on her mind.

she just couldn’t believe herself. if she thought about it, it had to be true. she lifted herself to sit up, facing her desk. she could see the dark blue sweater hung on her chair before looking at her clothing rack to see jungwons jacket being hung.

she couldn’t have. she couldn’t believe anything. it was as if she wasn’t herself. no matter how many times she tried to deny it, she knew it was true. she liked jungwon.

if she deeply thought about it, she realized that when jungwon had teased her these years she was always fed up but in a way it made her feel noticed. weird, right?

there was no possible way he could’ve liked her back. of course she wasn’t going to confess, she would never. no matter how confident she was, never in a billion years would she see herself confessing her love.

but in another universe had she wished everything had been different. that he hadn’t been stubborn this whole time, if he wasn’t then they’d probably be best friends like how he is with sunoo, but they arent. they arent best friends.

soyeon shrugged it off before crawling into bed, eunbi soon entering the room, turning off the lights and laying beside her.

note: wah we're almost done D:

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[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 29: A Family Favour

Word Count: 964

TWs: Strained parent-child relationships, murder mention

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It took a bit of wandering, even with the map, for Michael to find “Circus Baby’s Circus Ring Room.” It was quiet as he approached the balloon archway that led into the room. Inside, a few children were eating ice cream and drawing on specially-made tablecloths with dry-erase markers. In one of the far corners, he spied his sister.

 Elizabeth and two other girls were engrossed in conversation with the largest animatronic Michael had ever seen; a chubby, feminine clown with a segmented face. Circus Baby herself. Elizabeth sat behind her on a tall stool, pretending to brush her shiny, plastic hair. Michael’s hands curled into anxious fists as he went over to the gaggle, clearing his throat as he came near. The girls looked up. Elizabeth’s friends looked a little weirded out, but her green eyes widened and sparkled at his presence.

“Michael!!” She squealed, practically leaping off of the stool and launching herself against him. He was momentarily shocked, not expecting the joyous reaction. He slowly wrapped his arms around her.

“Lizzy…” He mumbled, closing his eyes, relishing the kindness for a few moments before holding her at arm’s length. “Lizzy, I--”

But she had already looked back over her shoulder at her friends. “Cameron, Violet, this is my older brother, Michael!”

“Hi,” Cameron greeted shortly. Violet simply waved.

“What are you doing here?? Does dad know??”

Michael grimaced, waving his hands down. “Don’t tell him I’m here, please, Elizabeth. And I can only stay for a short while, I need to ask you a favour…”

“Why didn’t you just call home??”

He swallowed. “Because William wants to pretend he never had two sons, alright? Now just, sit still and listen to me… please…”

“Okay… what is it? You look like you haven’t slept in a week, by the way. And what’s with the accent?”

“Never mind that. Does William have any photos of all of us, still? Before he lost all that weight from the springlocks incident.”

“Yeah, I think there’s still one on the bookshelf in the sitting room, but he’s turned it around…”

“Great. Can you put it in the mailbox when you get home, while William’s not looking?”

Elizabeth’s brow creased and she folded her arms. It reminded him of William. “Why would I do that?? Where do you want to mail it to?”

“I don’t want to mail it anywhere, I’m going to pick it up myself when everyone’s asleep.”

“Why?”

Michael glanced over her head. Circus Baby was staring at the two of them, recording the entire conversation with her high-tech eyes. Big and green, just like Elizabeth’s. He lowered his voice and turned them both away from the animatronic. “Just trust me on this, Lizzy. I need it for something really important.”

She kept her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently before huffing. “Okay, but what if dad catches me??”

“Lie. I don’t know, come up with something about wanting to clean it, or maybe you’d just like to look at it again. Reminisce.”

She bit her lip. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Mikey.”

“You’ll do it?”

“Only because you’re my brother… even though I hate going against dad…”

“You’re not going against him by helping me. I promise you.”

Elizabeth extended a pinky. “Pinky promise?”

Michael hooked his around it. “Pinky promise.”

She nodded as their hands fell away from each other. Suddenly, she grinned, grabbing his hand. “Come meet Circus Baby! Dad made her just for me!”

“Oh--! Er, Elizabeth, I told you, I can’t stay long, what if William sees me--??” But he was being dragged closer to the animatronic against his will.

“Baby, Baby!! This is my brother, Michael! Say hi!!”

Circus Baby regarded him for a moment. “Hello, Michael.” Her voice was softer and less exaggerated than he had been expecting.

“Hi…”

“Elizabeth’s never told me about you before.”

“Not because I didn’t want to!” Elizabeth quickly covered up, face burning. “It just never came up, honest!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Lizzy…”

“However, I think you’re in my database, for some reason…” Her gaze was unwavering. Michael felt like a bug under a microscope.

“Elizabeth, I swear if this thing’s a narc…”

“Circus Baby, please don’t tell my dad Michael was here! Please, please, please!!” She was literally begging on her knees in front of the seated animatronic.

“Do you want me to delete all information regarding ‘Michael Afton’ from my systems?”

Elizabeth nodded. There was a pause before the animatronic made an error sound. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t seem I have the authority to perform such an action.”

“Welp, you tried.” Michael sighed. “Lizzy, I’ve gotta go…”

“Okay…” Her expression was sad as she got up off the floor. She hugged him again. “Stay safe.”

He pat her head affectionately. “You too. Thank you.”

That night, an hour before his shift, Michael swung by his old home. He tried to avoid looking directly at the house itself, knowing he’d be caught like a deer in headlights if he did. He brought his car up to the curb, rolled down the window, and opened the dark blue mailbox. Inside, he found the photograph. A framed picture of William, Margarete, Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan at an Easter Sunday service. Appearing so civilized that nobody would believe the horrors behind their locked front door. He took the photo to Freddy’s, intending to show it to the Marionette in an attempt to dig up the life it lived before death. Charlie was the only one killed outside of the restaurant. And he could only be sure about that because her body had been found. So where had William put the others? That damned locked backroom?? He hoped against it, but no answer to this question would be pleasant.