#have i told you blue is my favorite color yet? :P

[julesdraws]

been listening to nina simone the whole summer and only now my brain realized that her songs are featuring a lot of blue (sad) people. so i say let's take it literally:)))

so here's adult vah'nya (she's living rent free in my head at this point) in a slightly abstract composition bc i love this song and i love her

also the song is "little girl blue" OF COURSE

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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[tmwcs]

S E 7 E N : S A T A N P A R T 1 N E

sorry for the wait! Here we go. So I had to type this while I was out and about, using my phone, and I didn’t get to proof read this so pls ignore mistakes. I’ll tap back into all chapters to make corrections. For now, enjoy.

Warnings: Death by internal decapitation, breaking limbs, breaking bodies, religious references, demons, angels, archangels, devil, smut....i think that's it.

After you got dressed and had a cup of your favorite tea, you felt rather chipper compared to the latter days when your mood was down, all due to your upcoming execution. 

It was strange, it was almost like you were welcoming death, was it because he was going to take you? Surely you couldn’t be looking forward to dying at the hands of the ‘angels’…or maybe it was….

‘Am I just done with everything? Am I just too tired to go on after everything that’s happened?’ 

Perhaps you were going through some type of effect from the trauma and shock of being selected, or being told repeatedly that you are the bride of the Devil. You had wondered if you’re going out of your mind and perhaps, your brain is going blank and emotionless. 

Either way, you hadn’t felt this calm since before the incident with the Senator and being selected, so why not just remain as such, it was better than thinking about dying…in the next 96 hours. 

‘Three days….three days is all I have left…’. 

Following Jake’s orders from a note that he left beside your bed, you were instructed to wait inside your apartment for the next brother to come meet with you. 

‘Wonder who it will be this time around…’ 

…….

You stood by in your apartment, the clocked reached the hour of mid-morning, and you remained patiently waiting for the next brother. As you sat at the dining table, you dabbed your finger into the teacup, just a tad bit to wet the pad of your pointer. Sailing the pad of your index along the rim of your cup, you basked in the glazing rays of the sun as it shined through your window, the silk and short camisole that you had remained in felt loose and comfortable as the thin straps loosely falls off your shoulder, revealing the contours of your collarbone. 

Your exposed legs displayed the expansion of your glowing skin kissed by the sun, all the while your hair drapes and frames your upper body, you looked breathtakingly ethereal, yet certain features expelled a dark sensual hint that contrasted from the purities from your other characteristics. You were the standing image of Heaven and Hell, a perfect mixture of innocence and lust, combined into one. 

As you set your gaze out the window, your hair flaring a hue of vivid color, the blushing shade of your cheeks heightened from your complexion, and the dark stained crimson lips, you became distracted by the beauty of the baby blue sky, and the blanket of clouds that comforted it. 

You gazed, admired, and became deep in thought as you maintained a peaceful mentality…so in depth with your thoughts and the view out your window, that you had no idea he had appeared off to the side, admiring you a few feet as your face was turned away in the opposite direction. 

…………..

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t want to make you aware of his presence, for if you had looked at him with those beautiful eyes that he dreamt about for the last 7 thousand years, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He needed to wait as there were two brothers left to finalize the preparations in molding and formatting your soul and mortal body….all so you can eventually withstand Hell…you soon to be new home. 

With the lace mask that gently rests against his eyes, he stood, his breathing heightened and became slightly shaky as he focused on steadying it…he can’t believe he was feeling this way. It was only with you. 

The way you smelled, the way you looked when you stared, how immaculate your form appeared when you breathes deeply, as your breasts would rise with a depth that called out to him…as if they were begging for him to kiss and caress them with his tongue. 

His heartbeat increases in pace as the flush of his blood flowed with impulsive intensity. 

You are so perfect….and he knows why….he knows. You were exactly what he needed…what he wanted….though he never would have expected to get it in the manner of which, was you. 

‘He knew I wanted revenge…he knew I wanted to destroy his light…he knew I wanted to destroy….him…I wanted to ruin him….I wanted to kill off every last bit of his holy glow….knowing that….he gives me…..you….’ 

Gently and quietly reaching over, his finger tips lightly…ever so lightly, lifts a small piece of your hair as he admired it. 

You were still gazing out your window when you felt something from the back of your head, which caused you to snap your head around….only to find nothing was there. 

‘Weird….it felt like someone was touching my hair….was it them one of the brothers?’

You thought internally as you scoot your chair back, got up, and walked over to your bedroom to change.

‘It must be the next brother, I should go change now.’ 

Yet you couldn’t have been more wrong. For as you walked away from the dining area, past your living room and into the door leading to your bedroom, watching you from behind…was him....

....................

‘For you….I would shift planets…create moons…and throw stars…I would never let you fall. I’d bring the sun to you, just to see the rays stream through the waves of your hair. You could never understand…that the beating of my heart was a lost drum…it was looking for a rhythm…a harmony….and it found you. I can make your best nights last forever, and make the worst disappear by dawn….I can make all your demons begone, and make angels kneel to you. I can do all….yet….I could never do what you do. You, who can make love out of nothing…and it’s the best gift of glory…it cost nothing, it doesn’t require the issue of blood, flesh, or tears…yet it’s priceless. you’re making it right now, yet you don’t even know you’re doing it. I could never make it without you…I’d crawl….i’d fall…I’d perish. For me to be happy…for me to live…for me to breathe in peace….I have to have you by my side….i wonder if he knew that all this time…that is after all, why you’re here…my y/n. My mortal queen. The one thing I was dead set on destroying…is the one thing I needed the most….fucking clever bastard…’  

He chuckles silently at the last bit of his thought, his masked face displaying a sly smile as he watches you disappear into your room.

The moment you open your door and emerge out with casual clothes on, he was already gone. Not a sound nor whisper was made as he disappeared, leaving you unaware that he was present for a moment, admiring you…further fueling his desire to take you away. You belonged to him, he knew it…God knew it…everyone knew…everyone but you, knew the truth. How ironic that you would be the last to know the meaning behind your existence. 

‘I’m done…you can go see her now…Sunghoon.’ 

………

“Hello….y/n.” 

You turned around to face the voice that slightly startled you. You saw him standing against the wall, his arms crossed and his feet slightly crossed in a relaxed manner. Of course like his brothers before him, he was dressed primarily in all black, and he looked just as smooth and slick. He had dark hair that was nearly combed, and a traditionally handsome face. 

“Did I scare you?” He chuckles. 

“Mm a little…I’m sorry….” You apologized though you’re not sure why. These men…these 7 Princes of Hell, they had a habit of intimidating you even though they weren’t displaying themselves in such a manner. Even while being affectionate and sweet, there was a sense to never cross them or cause them anger as their ruthless demeanor could still be seen behind those dashing smiles and loving gaze. 

“Oh don’t be…it’s me, who should apologize…” he walks over to you as his arms remained crossed. Leaning into your ear, he whispers…

“Forgive me…doll.” Retracting his head slightly back, he tilts it slightly to look at you sweetly for a response. 

“Uh…yes….it’s alright.” 

“Good giiiiirlll…” he croaks out with a deep inflection in his tone. 

“So…doll…what should we do today?” He asks as he reaches up and caressed your cheek. “So beautiful…how fitting for a queen.” He smirks. 

“You’ll make your king so happy…” he issues as he gently taps the tip of your nose. 

You didn’t know how to respond, yet it didn’t matter as he didn’t mind for one, instead, he insisted for the both of you to go out and explore the city. 

“Let’s go…doll…pretty pretty doll…” taking you be the hand, he places a gentle kiss atop of it as he walks you out of the apartment. 

“Oh uh…I left my keys inside…” you remarked. Yet the moment you issued your statement he gently pulls you against him and caressed you. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Reaching up with his hand, he snaps his fingers and you hear the series of clicks as the bolts and locking mechanisms secure in place. 

“…oh…thank you.” It never ceases to surprise how incredible these men were. After everything you’ve seen, you still became enchanted whenever you met the next brother. 

“You’re welcome doll. Come, let’s go. Where would you like to go?” 

You weren’t entirely sure where, you hadnt really planned on stepping out. Yet, since you both were out, you asked if he had or enjoyed coffee. 

“I do like coffee.” 

“Would you like to go to my favorite cafe?” You asked.

“I would love that. Let’s go beautiful.” 

Just like his brothers, he walks you by his side, with a high level of guard and protection, though you’re quite certain that after what was displayed by the warnings of his brothers, you weren’t worried about running into the members of Forras’s group. You also knew they found it pointless to kill you seeing as you were going to die…though how and by whom, they didn’t have any knowledge of. 

“I almost forgot, what is your name?” You asked. 

Smirking, he dazzles out a smile as he calmly tells you. 

“You can call me Sunghoon.” 

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Entering inside the cafe, everyone, including the baristas who you were familiar with, all stood quiet and stared at you. 

At first you thought it was because of the devastatingly handsome man by your side, yet the moment you greeted one of the baristas, you realized that it was you that they were issuing shocking looks at. 

“Y-y/n…is it true?”

Looking up at him, you gave a puzzle look as Griffith, the barista who was also a friendly acquaintance, stuttered out his question. 

“Is it true that you were selected to be executed? That you caused great sin against God?” 

You stood slightly wide eyed as your mouth began to part open. “H-how…do you know that?” You softly questioned. 

“It’s true then! What have you done?” He scolds. 

Griffith had been a long time member of the cult, one of the first to join, yet, despite you never pledging and be aiming a part of the group, he was always sincere and kind to you. Yet this time around, he started to take a harsh tone against you, as if you had offended him.

“How could you y/n? First Lily, and now you?!” 

Your eyes started to glisten with tears at the mention of Lily’s name. 

“….stop…don’t…don’t say her name…not like that.” You issued with a steady and somewhat stern tone. Lily was not a sinner. Especially after everything you’ve witnessed, not to mention what you were piecing together through the efforts and aid by the 7 brothers, the whole concept of Heaven cleansing the world of its sinners, just as Forras had ingrained in the brains of the public, became severely questionable as your hint of doubt, which had been there from the first moment the world came shattering down, had only enhanced and became certain in your current state of mind. 

“She was a sinner! And now you! Why y/n? How could you?….I’ve waited….I was so patient…” 

You looked at him confusingly as he continued. 

“All this time you refused to join us, I never pressured or urged you like the others did, I tried to show you how patient and understanding I was…now I see…I should have pressed the issue when I had the chance. I could have saved you…the we could of…we could have already been married with the senators blessing.” 

You raised a brow with a hint of irritation and disgust. Rule of thumb was, for any couple to be married, the blessing of Senator Forras needed to be issued, and both members of the relationship needed to be granted members of the cult. 

Despite you being slightly aware of Griffiths feelings for you, based off of what Lily would tell you, you merely thought it to be a simple crush. For crying aloud, the boy was always seeing flirting and dating a myriad of girls since you’ve known him…yet here he is issuing you words of reprimand as he claims that you both ‘should’ have been married by now. 

“What…are you talking about?” You stepped back from the counter. 

“Us! Us y/n, us! I even had asked the Senator about it, and to help me convince you to join.” 

“W-what?…when did you…”

“Nearly a week ago!! That’s why he came to visit the library five days ago!”

Your eyes widened…

‘So that’s why he gave me his card….and asked me to come by….’ 

Though it wasn’t hard to tell, that the Senator had developed his own intentions with you once he saw you. Initially, he may have had Griffith’s request in mind as a reason to expand his cult and getting you to join…yet after he saw you, he too fell under the effects of your appearance and your aura…he wanted you for himself. 

“Why…why did you do that?” You started to raise your voice. “You have any idea what you had caused?! What he was trying to do? All because of what you did!” 

“Stop y/n, now you really are sounding like a sinner…lying through your teeth. The Senator did say you were begging for him, yet he asked us to welcome you openly and to aid you….but you…you’re just a whore looking for a high position…you were attempting to use the senator and-“ 

Your expression jolted to a look of shock and fear as Griffith flew back, crashing into the stock load of cups and coffee ingredients. Yet, no one was seen pushing or thrashing him.

“Hmph…you know…I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt…trying to see if you would shut up and listen to her…but it looks like he wasn’t willing to give you that same courtesy…and after what I heard, neither am I.” His voice deepens, you watch as Sunghoon walks steadily over to the counter and leaps effortlessly  atop the counter, nearly levitating as he did so, gently landing on his feet as his arms remained crossed. He looked so demeaning and yet suave with the way he moved. It earned a series of gasps and enchanting gasps from the women inside the cafe. 

“Do you have any idea who you just disrespected? Hmm?” Peering down at Griffith, Sunghoon narrows his eyes. 

“You don’t….yet still, you’re brazen and I’ll mannered. I have a preeeetty bad temper, and I’m trying my best to not let it get to me…but when I see idiots like you….” He grits a chuckle through his teeth as he finishes “it reminds me why I always resort to wrath.”

“Y-you! Get the fuck outta-“

“I told you to shut up…” Sunghoon cuts Griffith off without raising his voice, yet the tone reached a level of dangerous anger as he stood still, his stance remained unchanged. “I guess now I’m going to have to tell to ‘shut the fuck up’ since you seem to have trouble following orders.” 

Sunghoon glares our a smirk before he speaks.

“Tsssssk….fucking idiot.”

He grabbed onto Griffiths hair, lifting him from the ground by his harsh hold, Sunghoon drags the man outside, taking you by the hand and pinning you to his side as he gently gets you to depart with him. 

“W-what are you…what are you going to do?” You asked as you checked back at the wincing Griffith being dragged by the hair. 

“Just taking him away from the crowd, I hate useless screaming and I don’t need to draw attention to you.”

“What do you mean?” 

Taking both you and Griffith to a secluded alley way, he gently leans you against the wall and kisses you, all the while still having a harsh grab on Griffiths blonde locks. 

“Don’t worry…just stay here…you can close your eyes and cover your ears if you don’t want to watch this…” 

You slightly panicked as reached up to Sunghoon chest.

“Wait please! What are you…?”

“He insulted you.” Sunghoon smiles, though the dashing essence was no longer present, instead, there was a flare of a twisted glint in it. Looking at it, you shuddered as your breath slightly hitched. 

Though you didn’t appreciate Griffiths actions, or his displayed arrogance and contempt toward you in front of public view, he wasn’t deserving for such a punishment. Forras and the high profiled members of the cult was a different story, you could get by in seeing them being held accountable to the worst type of punishments, considering they were by far the most horrible of men you had ever faced. But Griffith was just foolish and presumptuous, you couldn’t help but allow your moral standing to interfere. 

“Please no! I agree he was stupid but he shouldn’t die because of something so meager.” 

“Disrespecting you…is not considered meager y/n. Especially in Heeseung’s book…he wants him to burn…and it will be my pleasure to do it.” Sunghoon caressed your face as he tries to reassure you. 

“N-no please….I don’t like him either but this is…it’s too much. He’s not an terrible person like the senator is…please…” you nearly begged. 

Sunghoon raises a brow and softly tells you, “you’re a good balance of light and darkness….but im sorry to tell you…this goes beyond my distaste for the rudeness he acted towards you….I have too y/n….Heeseung is my brother…but he’s also my ruler.” 

Your mouth quivered. 

“Please wait! Just…there has to be-“

Suddenly you felt a pair of gentle hands firmly grab your waist from behind. You didn’t have the chance to turn around and see who it was, as they shifted you around to face the wall behind. Your hands instinctively raise as you felt the strong frame pressing against your backside, pushing you against the brick wall sternly, yet it wasn’t at all harsh or rough. 

With a deep and eerie whisper, your breathing stopped the moment you heard it tickling your ear.

………………..

“Shhhhh…preeeeettyyyy….”

P A R T 2 W O

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[gyumibear]

💖 create a sim(p)! — 13: brand new start

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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a/n — this has a written part (wc: 417) under the cut! the other sns parts continue under that. warnings for this chapter: cursing, wishing death on someone (joke), friend group beef and mentions of crying.

“Hey.” 

It’s like every conversation the two of you have starts like this. Awkward, but now even more so because he’s here. He’s standing at your front door with his suitcase and… You hate to say it, but he looks… really good. He’s always been attractive to you, but with his light blue beanie and effortlessly cool outfit, he’s perfect. God, it’s like seeing a celebrity in person. Not that Beomgyu wasn’t a celebrity, but it was different because you at least knew him as a person. God, you were thinking like an idiot.

“Can I come in or are you gonna keep gawking?” It sounded like he was being rude, but the mischievous smirk on his face said otherwise. Was Beomgyu… flirting with you?

“Oh shit, yeah.” You waved your hands, moving to the side so he could enter. “And I wasn’t gawking.”

“Sure...” He didn’t believe you one bit.

It was a bit nerve-wracking to have Beomgyu in your place. It’s not like you liked him or anything, but… unconsciously it was like you wanted him to approve of you and your surroundings. It was embarrassing how he was staring at everything and the pictures you had around. Sure Soobin and Kai lived there too, but you had done most of the decorating. If he didn’t like it… You’d probably melt into the floor.

“Who’s idea was the sky blue walls?” 

“What- Oh, Soobin’s… It’s one of his favorite colors.”

“Mm.” Beomgyu nodded to himself, continuing to walk around your apartment. “It’s nice.”

“Thanks.”

You didn’t really know what to say. You had had friends over before, but… Beomgyu didn’t really count as a friend, did he? Not yet, anyway. He was just a “business partner.” 

You brushed your thoughts aside, continuing to show Beomgyu around. For courtesy’s sake, and because he was already pissed at you, you told Beomgyu Soobin’s room was off limits. You’d be sleeping in Kai’s room while Beomgyu stayed in yours. That was another room you were worried about Beomgyu’s opinion on, but you knew it’d be wrong to have him stay in your friends’ rooms. 

You let Beomgyu do his own thing, not wanting to hover. He seemed fine enough with that.

You figured you needed to text your friends back anyway. Your phone had been going a bit crazy since you had used it last. You hoped it wasn’t your friends telling you that they had gotten into trouble or that they had just found out Beomgyu was wanted in seventeen states or something.

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[narabea06]

Tell me your Nina headcanons silly person

Or tell my HC on anyone you want to!^^

You. YOU. I like you. /p

Nina the Killer Headcanons

TW: Abuse, Manipulation, Death, Toxic Relationships, Meltdowns/Breakdowns, Murder, Implied Ableism

Nina is polyamorous, biromantic asexual, transfem nonbinary, and goes by they/she/it/neon.

She is currently in a polyamorous relationship with Jane and Mary and loves both of them with all her heart.

She had severe mommy issues, but had a great relationship with her brother and dad. Her dad died while in the military in a plane accident when she was 12.

She was in a friend group with Jeff, Jane, Jesse, Mary, Liu, Clockwork, Lyra, and Toby pre-incident. Now she's still close friends with Jane, Jesse, Mary, and Liu, and now that she's reunited with Toby, they are attached at the hip. Jeff and her are currently at odds with each other, and she hasn’t reunited with Clockwork or Lyra yet.

Jeff was able to manipulate her so easily because at the time, she was already at her limit with her mother, as well as accidentally isolating herself due to so many of her friends going missing/dying (namely Clockwork, Toby, and Lyra). Nina is still upset at Jeff, but wrongly blames herself for getting manipulated.

She was a band kid, and was in the wind ensemble. She also did color guard for a few years.

She is an absolute scene kid.

Her, Toby, and BEN are very close friends and hang out a lot, and see each other practically as siblings. She hates to admit it, but BEN severely reminds her of Chris. BEN knows and tries to ignore it. Still hurts though, especially since BEN is scared the only reason Nina hangs out with him is because she misses her brother.

Nina grew up in a Mexican household and fluently spoke both Spanish and English. She ended up teaching Jane and Jeff some Spanish as well, and is currently trying to teach Toby.

Their mother was named Michelle, and her dad was named Tomas.

She and Clockwork dated in highschool. They had a very healthy relationship but they broke up from Natalie being too scared of commitment and the idea of their relationship being long term. They broke up on good terms, though Nina still had some feelings on her end after the break up.

They are stubborn as hell, and hate accepting help from others, even if it's for something small. This is due to growing up being told to figure out everything on her own and being unconsciously taught to never ask or accept help because she was considered "useless" if she couldn't figure out how to take care of herself.

She listens to a lot of different artists, but one of her favorites is Melanie Martinez. Her favorite song is EVIL. Nina also listens to Penelope Scott, Insane Clown Posse, and 6arelyhuman religiously.

They have generalized anxiety despite being an extrovert, as well as consistent panic attacks caused by stress. She is also prone to sensory meltdowns that Mary often needs to calm her down from.

She was a true crime listener growing up, and would often hyperfixate on it a lot. Nowadays though, she can’t get herself to listen to it anymore due to her sometimes running into her name on there and immediately having to shut it off.

Clockwork and her never reunited, so as far as Nina knows she’s dead.

Her comfort food is either a blue raspberry gas station slushie or sour gummy worms.

Her dad and her shared a birthday, and when she was young, he would often take them out to a cheap gas station and buy them a bunch of snacks and candy, and they would drive around town together until midnight.

She trolls people on the internet sometimes, and loves messing with random people and sometimes will get BEN to hack social media accounts of people she hates.

They have AuDHD. Michelle, her mother, couldn't afford to keep her in therapy for any longer a couple months after her dad’s death, so she never got properly diagnosed. This lead to many teachers in Nina's life not having a lot of faith in her and not trusting her when it came to her symptoms.

Ngl, these are just the tip of the iceberg of my Nina hcs, but I only had so much space bc Tumblr wouldn't let me post the full list for some reason-

Part 2!!

[imm4tur3kid]

Ok ok so let's do this lol

*Re-Re-edited vers.*

Stuff bout meeeeee

The ships I obsess over the most are Reddie(IT) and Hensper(HD)

I obsess of bungo stray dogs, henry danger, full house, and IT

Im a Capricorn

My favorite color is Dark Red:)

My favorite song(s) are boys dont cry by the cure, Cigarette duet, I fucking hate my mom, and Blue Hair by TV Girl

My favorite artist is Cavetown (TV Girl is a close second)

Im trans masc and gay^^

In henry danger I relate to Jasper the most!!

In bungo stray dogs I relate to Dazai and Atsushi the most

In IT I relate to Richie most!! (Movie Richie I haven't read the book yet)

Favorite movie is IT chapter 2 (2019)

I will scream if the song "I Love You like An Alcoholic " by taxpayers starts playing

I relate to songs like "Gilded Lily" "Ms.Wanna Die" "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" "I Fucking Hate My Mom" "YKWIM?" and more that I can't remember- (I made a whole other post that mentioned more)

Favorite play/musical/parody: IT

Hates: Having to repeat myself, sister, my mom saying she'll always support me then continues being homophobic after I told her I wanted to be a boy, people in general , being ignored, awkward silence, having to leave everybody I love, my former 'bestfriends', my life, everbody. (except for my bestfriend and husband/p @jouno-odamybeloved)

Loves:Cuddles,someone playing with my hair(not pulling),laying down on someone or someone on me, IT, horror movies, 1980s-1990s rock/metallic music, Henry danger, bungo stray dogs, gifts ofc, food,surveys (I like to tell people about myself), again @jouno-odamybeloved, music in general, ao3, tumblr, tiktok, electricity, wifi, cussing, telling others how disgusting rude annoying they are

Fave book: any bsd Mangas (wanna read the IT novel)

Im living off of ao3 and tumblr rn

Fave characters in hd: Piper, Jasper, and Ray

Faves in bsd: Kenji, Oda, Poe, Ranpo, and Chuuya

Faves in IT (movie): Richie (TOP FAVE), Beverly, and Stanley<3<3

Faves in IT (novel): Stanley, Eddie, Mike

Fave actress: Maya Hawke, Sophia Lillis, Riele Downs, Ella Anderson

Fave actor(s): Finn Wolfhard,Bill Hader, Wyatt Oleff, Joe Keery, Sean Ryan Fox, Jace Norman, and Cooper Barnes

if I hear you even mention Reddie I will ramble about my theories, how cute they are, my hcs, what should've happened instead of Eddie dieing, then I will cry about Eddie's death so be careful.

Fave fandoms:HD, IT, TBP, and BSD

DNI; Transphobes,Homophobic people,racists,sexists,people who support r4pe,pedos,people who like Mori(he's a pedo),bullys, etc.

The tag I will put all my posts under: #imgay!?!

Theres probably more that I cant remember lol

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 495, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1190

“- and then BOOM!” Katie was chattering excitedly as she told me about the episode of MythBusters that the kids had watched while Isabelle swept the kitchen and dining room following dinner the night before. “It was so cool!”

I hummed softly as I finger combed out her silky hair, a dark black in color with natural red highlights, a feature which she inherited from her father. She had her mother’s almond shaped eyes and delicate Asian features, but I couldn’t tell who she took more from personality wise.

“What was your favorite episode of MythBusters?” Elizabeth wondered as she knitted, something that both she and her sister did to channel their nervous energy.

“Well…” I nibbled on my bottom lip as I fell into deep thought. “The one where a cannonball accidently goes shooting off into someone’s house is always a good one!”

“We didn’t see that one yet!” Katie yelled out in excitement as Peter exited the bathroom, carrying a bundled up Baby Violet Marie. Cocooned in towels and love, the redheaded baby was bright pink from an impromptu bath following her EEG. “When is that?”

“I don’t remember exactly,” I confessed from my spot on the floor, where I was engaging in some gentle post pregnancy yoga. Little girl and Baby Tommy were on either sides of me, both babies copying their mommy to the best of their abilities.

“Mama Wen Wen, mesies strechies stretchs like you?” little girl meeped, looking up at me with her mother’s sapphire blue eyes. “Pleasies please?”

I hummed softly, not quite knowing what she was saying until she plonked herself down into a full on split.

“Let me clarify that now, little girl,” I said to her as I folded myself into criss cross applesauce. “You want to be flexible like your Mama Wen Wen, am I understanding you right?”

“Yes yes yes yes…” chanted the adorable three year old.

“Mesies too too, mesies too too!” pouted Baby Tommy, trying to copy his big sister.

I only smiled as I showed them a few easy stretches to get them started and then sitting back to watch them. Both babies sat on the floor in a spread eagle position with their feet touching and began to gently pull the other towards them, both babies giggling manically as they babbled absolutely nothing to each other.

“Sweetheart, what have you started?” Peter chortled as he sat down in the recliner to give Baby Violet Marie some skine to skin.

“I have no idea, my love!” I retorted back to him with a dainty sniff as Elizabeth and Katie waited patiently for their turn at chattering their parent’s ears off.

“Mommy mommy mommy, Auntie Sammi dropped Baby Noah off for a sleepover last night!” Katie continued spilling the tea. “She had to attend a work related meeting and her usual sitter backed out at the last possible minute.”

“Ah.” I knew just what Sammi’s “work related meeting” was. “Sound like fun. What did you do?”

“We watched Wish!” Elizabeth answered in a bright tone of voice. “And then we got bundled up and went into the backyard to wish upon wishing stars!”

“Oh my, it sounds like you had fun!” I commented as little girl pulled Baby Tommy across herself.

“I think it’ll start snowing soon!” the Asian American member of the Ratajczyk family beamed. “And you know what that means!”

“Baking Christmas cookies!” cheered Elizabeth.

“Snowmen snowmen!” guggled little girl, letting go of her younger brother to clap her hands.

“Cwist mas movies!” yelled Baby Tommy as he chewed on his fist.

I giggled at the sudden explosion of love and giggles that flooded over me and made my heart feel light and fluffy and happy. I used the bed to get back up onto my feet, waving the two older girls away as they flew to my side to help me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” I protested. “I’ll be better once I get off from the toilet, though!”

“Alright, blueberry of my heart!” Peter chuckled. “Let out a yell if you need absolutely anything at all.”

“Yes daddy!” I sent him a smart salute before scuttling into the bathroom.

I sighed as I sat down on the toilet, tossing me head backwards as the feeling of too full, too full went away as my bowels released the urine that they have been storing.

Ten minutes later, I was still peeing.

“Sweetheart? Are you alright?” Peter asked me as he hovered in the doorway, not quite entering as he waited for me to grant his access.

“Peter?” I meeped timidly as my fingers curled into my fist from their place in my lap. “I can’t stop peeing.”

“Jesus-” he swore softly. “Do you want me to call for a nurse?”

“Yes please.” I was absolutely embarrassed at the state of my body as I sat there on the toilet, ejecting urine in a nonstop stream. “Peter? Can you please make sure that it’s a female nurse?”

“Always.” The corners of his dazzling hazel blue eyes crinkled upwards as he kipped out of the bathroom and went off down to the nurses’ station to ask for some assistance. He returned five minutes later with a nurse in pink scrubs and a yellow cap.

“Okay, what seems to be the problem here?”

“I can’t stop peeing…” I whined, scooting backwards a little bit to allow her to collect some of my pee into a cup for lab testings.

“I think you may have a urinary tract infection. They’re totally normal to get right after giving birth. I’ll send this off to the lab for further analysis and then I’ll return with some medication for you, okay?”

“Gramacy,” I whimpered as she went off on her way.

Peter came back into the bathroom with a sealed bottle of water, which he handed to me with a smile.

“Never fear, sweetheart of mine,” he rumbled playfully. “Super Peter is here!”

Gramercy, thank you, old French? 

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[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 <3

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Smut, friends with benefits who fall in love, Rindou being 100% a dom ( but he got a lil soft spot for you <3 ), his friends are pissed off 😬, unprotected sex.

Happy birthday to the man who makes my p- heart beat faster <3

AND OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BIRTHDAY ART ??

Sun was long gone now, roads emptied for the beasts to walk out of their dens, but it was a rather peaceful night in that old dusty frame. The moon was at its highest peak, above the wolves walking in the parking lot of their hideout.

-" Just leave it there, i'll drive " Ran gestured toward Rindou's Mustang, and immediately, that one froze, what didn't went unnoticed by his brother. " Or you... ?"

-" Haitani ?" That was Haruchiyo this time, who initially chose the backseat of Ran's car for their guy's night, who frowned seeing Rindou's confused expression.

-" yeah uh, I'm actually kinda tired ".

Haruchiyo was the first to answer, Ran started curling a knowing sly smirk that made his brother want to wipe it off his face.

-" Ya kidding right ? It's past midnight bro, it's your fucking birthday! Hoes are waiting at your brother's club !"

Just from Sanzu's facial expressions, he could see he was pissed off. Work has been suffocating them lately and he saw in Rindou's birthday nothing but a chance to let it all out, yet that one's confused face gradually shifted into a more convinced one, and Haruchiyo already knew it was a lost cause.

-" No way, thanks bro, but I've been carburating on caffeine and four hours of sleep. "

Opening the door to his car was his last word for them, as Sanzu kept expressing his frustration by muffled words, Ran winked at his brother in a playful manner that got him rolling his eyes.

-" Have a good time " he emphasized, Rindou only ignored his obvious remarks and Haruchiyo mumbled a " you suck " before they finally left that parking lot.

The trees on the side of the road were painting the first sketches of his evergreen new favorite frame, then the outlines of your little rose colored glasses-world appeared, chasing away his blues.

Isn't pretty now, no matter how many speeches were engraved in his mind before those three usual knocks at your door, you open it, and they just fly away butterfly-in-the-tummy-like.

-" Hey you "

-" Hey you "

And isn't it pretty? You may not share the same worlds, but those mouths stole each other's words. Some stray seconds were stolen from him while you laughed slightly, and honestly he couldn't tell how it happened, but soon he found himself inside your house. The big, strong Rindou Haitani following you through your kitchen like a lost puppy.

-" You said you wouldn't come " you teased, hands on the counter and pressing your back against it. The man who faced you made a step toward you, hands in his pockets with an impassive face.

-" You said you didn't care ".

Another step toward you.

-" You told me not to ".

And through that sugar coated throwing of blames, your little smile and cute face drew him even closer, arms behind you on the counter, caging you in between his biceps.

- " Did I ?" His deep voice dropped few octaves lower, just like his purple hues gliding up and down your so close face.

-" You did. Cause you said you wouldn't come back. "

-" I won't. "

And then, you just raise your head confronting that Yakuza like nearly no one did in his whole life.

-" Then you're at my door again, insisting that friends do this, all the time. "

Rindou's finger flies to your lips, eyes wondering either does he want to kill you or to kiss you. It's been a month or two, running away from the shadows of stolen heartbeats and thoughts full of you, and now almost out of breath, his eyes look back at yours, and you steal the words away from him again.

-" Don't they ?"

You thought you didn't heard it well so much his question was whispered, and as you went for asking him to repeat, Rindou parted your legs with his knee, making room for himself between them.

-" I might be fucked up, then ?"

Your smile widens slightly, as you tease him with a " took you this long to realize ".

-" Why'd you always forget who the hell you're talking to ?" His hands previously caging you gripped your thighs, you thus found yourself sitting on the counter, trapped by his body between your legs.

-" So you always have to remind me " you shrug, and he thinks that thin line he was walking on might break anytime, under the weight of your hands now behind his neck.

-" Then remember. " And that smirk on the corner of his lips would eclipse as fast as it shone, back to that old face, cold-stone.

Rindou would brush his lips against yours, purple in his eyes burning indigo, drawing circles on your bare thighs and whisper.

-" You wanted it."

Back to watching it unfold again, like a familiar movie, or a dance learned by heart, the moves will repeat. Except, it never disappears, the magic you insufflate into his mouth, right into his beating heart, and he hates it because he feels like a teenager, but here you are again, laying on your mattress with your discarded pajamas long gone, and every fiber of his weary soul is singing now.

In all his greatness, Rindou towers above you. That Louis Vuitton shirt slowly undresses his tattooed torso, pants end no different either, and soon you're laying under that tall tattooed man whose eyes express only one thing.

You should run, you should really run.

-" somethin's wrong, love ? "

Ah yes, master in keeping his victims well tied to him, he leans over you, asserting that dominance by pinning your two struggling hands above your head.

-" Got my baby scared ?"

And you know he couldn't care less about that, lips already exploring every inch of your neck, his slightly messy hair tickling you.

-" Friends don't do this, Rin' " you're almost out of breath as you whisper, and he knocks the air even more out of your lungs when he rolls his hard on above your naked thigh.

-" won't you shut up ? Jus' lemme love you".

It only takes his steely glare, and you're cotton between his bruised hands. It's always about how your skins melt together, how chests have to keep the hearts beating against each other, how your hands never leave your fleshes even once.

And he actually figures it out when he opens the condom, and those eyes raise to look at yours, hesitation as obvious as bare in them.

-" I... Wanna feel ya 'round me. I need you. "

-" then don't. " You take the condom out of his hands and throw it away, somehow you seem not to realize you're doing so with all his fears and insecurities.

But now he's inside, inch by inch, and you think you've never seen something prettier than Rindou Haitani, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded from bliss.

-" You're too much " you gasp at his length stretching you, and you could practically feel his grin on the kisses he lays on your neck.

-" You say that every fucking time. " And he kisses you even more when you chuckle, in fact he knows nothing of what he's doing, you seem to enslave his senses and he seems to take it perfectly. And that's why, when you ask-

-" Rin', oh fu-... Slow down ! "

He wishes he could, but you just-

-" Babe, fuckin' can't. Look how tight your pussy's taking my cock "

Not like you ever wished he would, his hips mold into you ever so perfectly, hitting a spot that soon sends you to overdrive.

-" looks... Just so fucking good when you cum 'round me, shit- quit clenching baby. "

It really is a bliss, he thinks. Watching you slowly coming down, and him, gradually flying until his hips are stuttering, until his head's nuzzled in your chest, and he's panting with your hand in his messy hair.

-" That's it, that's my man "

This must have made a mess of him, considering how he immediately wraps his arms around your hips. In fact he thinks it doesn't hurt that much when roles are switched and he's the one being taken care of.

And oh that moment again, the afterglow and the daybreak. Rindou knows when it's time to go.

The morning peeks, the light seeps and you would be asleep.

Yet... now the gap between fucking, and making love collapses in the space between your arms where he never feels too much, or not enough.

Now he's the last to fall asleep and the last to wake up, and he lasts to leave because he's got no more goodbyes up his sleeve.

And man, he thinks he doesn't know when it's time to go anymore...

In that idyllic, idiotic love story that neither of you dares to call a relationship, Rindou's the man in charge, but he's also the one running scared like a little boy, whenever you're too close to break those walls down.

He swears he tried, his bed full of someone else, dreams full of you, your scent.

Yet today, the holy morning comes and he won't go anymore, the little boy grew, tired of running away.

But the man wakes up to an empty cold bed.

If he wasn't that pissed, he would actually find it ironic...

-" where the fuck-"

-" I see the sleeping beauty never actually needed a kiss. "

It's an arcadian, picturesque sight indeed. A little cliché, it might be, but not the less breath-stealing.

You approach him, his Vuitton's shirt hanging lose on your bare shoulder with a platter of what seems like a tasty birthday breakfast, and you seem to find it funny, the idiotic fool you made of him.

-" you seem to forget that friends don't stay for the morning " you mimicked, putting the tray on the nightstand. And you barely hear his grunt before you're being pulled back on his toned bare thighs. Rindou presses you against his morning erection, and smirks hearing your small gasp.

-" you're not getting bold on me, aren't you ? Cause I'd love to tame you into the perfect lil slut for me"

He thinks he really might do, when you roll your eyes as if he sounds futile. But you just nuzzle into his arms ever so naturally, like those strong bullies are none but your comfy home and Rindou thinks he might be tamed.

-" just do. So I'd be enough, and you won't need no other slut " you playfully smile, straddling his hips.

You seem not to realize, where he could be, the thrill of giant parties and giant hangovers. But now he thrives for this stillness, the lazy morning, your soft thighs on each side of his hips, and a birthday breakfast because you remembered.

-" ain't ya cute ?" He rolls his eyes slightly. " Acting like you don't know no other bitch got me on my fucking knees. "

Another scoff of him follows. -" As if you don't know I've been dying to get ya outta my skin, but I'm so down bad for this damn smile. "

See ? That smile you're making, exactly what he was talking about. And though he's not the type to open up, finally , he lets go of the wheel, because he's done driving now.

Safe, peaceful, he found home now.

And against his lips, hands behind his neck, another heartbeat of him strays aw you whisper.

-" Happy birthday, baby. "

Help, I didn't realized how rushed and stupid this sounds until I did the proof head, but now I can't take it all back.

ANYWAYS, how you doing ? Hope you're all fine, drinking enough water and staying healthy <3

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

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What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! A request for Sad from Boozoo's ghost with a female reader. Reader is a murder clown (a gorgeous one 😤) and gets a visit from Sad but when mortality kills her, she becomes a demon and she's just that short, funny but obnoxious person that follows him around everywhere. Like an apprentice :D!!

"Why..Why do you cause all of this terror? Do you not realize the consequences of your actions?" Blue tears rolled down the ghost clown's face as he stared down at you.

"Me? Consequences?? Pffft, I stopped caring looooong ago, Saddie." You grinned twirling the knife in your hand, stopping only to glance up at Sad.

Somehow this guy just winded up in your home, claiming that he knew every awful deed you've done. But you've never seen him before in your life, so you called his bluff.

"But long ago..y-you weren't like this. Please let me show you-"

"No thanks. I've seen my past. It's ugly and I'm happy with myself now." Shooing him away, you turned around to leave, trying to ignore the sobs that were increasingly growing in volume. They were eerily uncomfortable to listen to, but you tried not to show it.

"Y-You know..I thought you were a beautiful clown when I first watched you..p-perform in the circus. Making children smile and laugh."

You stopped in your tracks as a thought bubble-shaped cloud appeared in front of you, showing a small screen that played a movie. It was one of your performances back at the local circus. The film entranced you, and for a moment it made you reflect on how much you've changed..for the worse.

"But then they all grew up and stopped coming. Now that people found ways to entertain themselves, they didn't need you to do it for them. And that made you...angry."

As Sad spoke, the crowds turned to black and white, with you alone as the only one in bright colors. And your smile gradually turned into a frown...then a deep scowl...

Before your whole face was distorted to inhumane proportions, but only for a split second before the cloud vanished.

"You see, you were beautiful then. You've always been beautiful on the outside...but inside you've become such a hideous person. You can't bring back those you killed but..y-you can still turn your life around. It's not too late, [y/n]."

"[Y/n]? Who's that?" You scoffed yet again, shaking your head as you adjusted your clown hat. No way would you let some sentimental crap sway your decision. "She died with the circus. There was never any [y/n], only-"

"You're lying."

"...I'm not Lying, I'm-" But as you turned around to sneer at Sad, you were startled when he grew taller, his torso stretching out of the box as long spindly arms appeared on both sides of him. Looking up, you saw that his face was practically melting, a deep frown settled on his lips as he loomed over you.

"Sheesh, sheesh..calm down, Saddie. 'twas just a joke!"

"You won't be joking when you're six feet under. Make the right choice before it's too late."

"Oooooh, shiver me timbers." You rolled your eyes. "Listen I appreciate the compliments, but you ain't gonna change my mind. The name [y/n] is just as dead as all my victims..those traitors...so just leave me alone."

Sad seemed shocked that you weren't fazed by his transformation. Though seeing that he couldn't convince you to change for the better made him shrink in defeat--quite literally, for that matter. He gave you one last pout before disappearing into his box, the lid slamming shut.

"Well that was quite an act he put on." With a giggle, you knocked on the lid playfully. "Thanks for the show, Saddie. No hard feelings~!"

No response. Of course.

You made a small "hmph" noise before turning on your heel and leaving, trying to find a way out of this darkness.

A few steps later, though, you heard other voices.

"Impressive. Shall I show 'er how her actions affect the present?"

"No need..she seems well aware. That may not scare her but perhaps the future will.."

"Scare me? C'mon. Don't make me laugh again." Stopping once more, you took out your knife and tossed it playfully in the air. Just to intimidate whoever dared to insult you-

Only for it to explode into Christmas ribbons.

"H-Huh?! That was my favorite knife..."

"That's not the only thing I'd be worried about, my dear."

You were still pouting as you turned to the source of the masculine voice, finding a tall lanky rabbit approach you. His body was stitched together like a doll with matted fur and wrapping paper.

"You one of Saddie's friends?" You sneered, hands on your hips. "What're you, an elf's half-assed project?"

"I am Mortality." He stated, forming a grin that showed off his yellowing teeth. "You have no fear in taking the lives of others before their time comes...but what about you?"

"..what do you mean, Morty?"

Like before, in the blink of an eye, Mortality's form shifted into something horrific: his body melting and his eyes stretched out, glowing brighter as he looked down at you.

"What if I told you that YOUR time is already up? The way I see it...YOU HAVE NO FUTURE."

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"You ain't still taking my insults to heart, are ya?"

"..n-no."

"You're lying, Saddie...you reek of hypocrisy."

"A-Are you saying I smell, now??"

"Awh c'mon. Ya gotta learn to take a joke sometime. Clowns are good at those." You patted Sad's back in pity as he cried, handing him a colorful handkerchief.

In short, after a rather violent and gruesome death thanks to Mortality, you were basically a demonic clown now, condemned to hell or whatever. Though you already knew you were going there anyway.

But because of that, he saw that you didn't care at all. So he gave up on scaring you and allowed you to visit him, Sad, and Jolly anytime you wanted. You hung out with the one you first met mostly, tagging along in whatever he did and even learning to sing.

As for your role in the trio..you're the one who threatens mortals to be kinder and less selfish--lest they turn out like you--if they chose to ignore or mock Sad. And you were successful in getting the message across even without transforming into some melted abomination and distorting their reality.

Sad remained conflicted about his feelings for you. He felt honored to have an "apprentice." but on the other hand...he was the most sensitive clown paired with the most insensitive clown.

At the same time, your talks of the circus, your acts, and your beauty..all made him grow quite bashful in your presence.

You may have not changed at all, even in death.

But now he didn't mind it.

[whaleofatjme1920]

The Ends of Hallways (Proxies X F!Reader)

The Ends of Hallways

[Proxies X F!Reader]

[Warnings: slight language]

[AN: Y'all are just gonna have to thank Eris for always sending me the best requests. I don't have favorites,,, but Reader, I have favorites. Also no Kate sorry :( ]

Your face was practically squished against the glass of the car Hoodie had stolen as the four of you pull into the parking lot of woods that brim with the Operator’s energy. You’ve never seen these woods in person - only in dreams. You’ve never even really seen your master in person, once again, like these woods, he too has been confined to your dreams. But you hear him, and often. His voice falls down on your ears like gentle rains that fall from the heavens. He is everything and more. That is why it is so exciting for you to finally be here, so close to him, and to his presence.

“You excited?” You hear your group leader ask.

You nod and press harder up against the glass. “Are we going now?” You’re ready to bounce out of the car and everyone can see that.

He chuckles in response. “What do you think Hood? Time to go?”

The hazel eyed man behind him shoots the driver a look. “Masky, just look at her, she’s gonna break the window if we don’t.” There’s a slight playfulness in his tone that tells you the right hand really isn’t annoyed with you.

“Fair enough,” Masky smiles. He then reaches behind his seat, hand slapping at who used to be the runt’s knee. “Tobes? Tob-Tobes, get up.”

Toby’s eyes shoot open as he lurches forward. “I’m u-u-up, I-I’m u-up,” he yawns as his hands rub tiredly at his eyes. “Are w-w-we here a-alaready?” He asks, the exhaustion still clear in his tone.

Both of the men in the front seats nod. “C’mon, let’s get going,” Hoodie says as he pulls up the lock on his car door before sliding out.

You wait impatiently for Masky to unlock the car then zip out like a bat from hell. You’re immediately at the edge of one of the forest’s many trails and taking in the sights and sounds of your boss’s woods. They’re beautiful, really. The autumn colors bathe the woods in fiery oranges and passionate reds with threads of gold to interlock it all together. The sky is just the slightest shade of blue as clouds cover the sun. There weren’t any people here either - not under the little structures, not exploring, not anyone but you and your comrades.

“Wrong one,” Hoodie says as he closes the trunk to the car before tossing a backpack to Toby, who catches it like second nature.

You whip your head around to see that Masky, Hoodie and Toby are smiling at how excited you are before silently asking you to follow them. “Where are we going?” You ask, eyes wide as you jog up to them.

“Across the field. There’s this cool tunnel of trees we think you’ll appreciate,” Masky replies as he leads his group across the grass. It crunches slightly as the four of you move, like it hasn’t been watered in a long time.

“R-Really?” Toby hums as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You s-s-sure we’re n-not gonna be l-late?” The young proxy gives a slight look to his group leader, eyebrow raised as if he’s sure the Operator is okay with them possibly being tardy.

Masky shakes his head before tapping his temple with his free hand, “he told me it’s okay.”

“He did?” You ask as stars cloud your eyes. The Operator, as you’ve heard so far, is to be feared and respected. He’s like a father you can look at but never touch. He seems so out of your range, like he’s not even visible - not even if you squint your eyes. You wonder what makes you so… interesting… in his eyes. You really don’t think you’re worth all the fuss. Clearly he does.

Masky chuckles before ruffling your hair with his hand, “yeah. I think he finds your enthusiasm endearing.” Masky’s not entirely incorrect. When they first got Toby, the Operator was strangely favorable towards the young proxy as well - maybe because he was hand plucked, special, and therefore deemed worthy of his time. You were similar to Toby, albeit, you accidentally got involved with the Operator. He liked you, chose you, then kept you.

Hoodie whistles slightly as the four of you step into the trees, his gloved hand reaching up to tear off a branch from one of the low hanging trees then swing it aimlessly as his side. “Seems pretty obvious in my opinion,” he whacks Toby lightly with the stick making said proxy laugh. “Looks like Toby isn’t the only golden child anymore.”

“P-Probably not,” Toby hums, a slight melancholy coming into his tone. “Think I-I’ve been losing f-f-favor with h-hin for a w-while.” He glances over his shoulder and smiles at you.

You frown slightly and place your hand on his shoulder, “I don’t think so,” you say. “Just means he has two golden child-s now.”

Toby beams.

You do too.

The group continues to move through the trees, mostly silent save for Masky and Hoodie pointing out little memories from time to time. Things such as some guy named ‘Alex’ chasing them through here, Masky’s waking up with no memory, Hoodie’s nature shots, and everything in between. You learn a lot about the hands of your group from when they were just scared film students to the things they’ve done as proxies here. It’s kind of nice as you’ve never really spoken to them this way before.

When you first came into this life and were placed in this group, the hazing process kicked in like wildfire. Almost every day was a mentally or physically, sometimes both, a draining task and a bonding agent. Authority was not to be questioned and they made that more than clear. Eventually, the hazing grew lighter and lighter until it just… didn’t exist. That was how it went - you were no longer considered naive and starry eyed. Still, authority was not to be questioned, and it’s why you and your comrades have never really talked on this specific level before.

It’s why it’s such a treat that you get to talk to them like this now.

Eventually, the four of you make it to an odd stretch of trees. They tunnel over each other, a lot like a thorny funnel, but they frame the sky so well.

“If the sun was setting,” Masky starts. “It would look like a cradle.”

You take a step back and observe the tunnel of trees, trying to imagine the setting sun. The mental image is pretty. “Will we ever be back here to see it?”

“Oh definitely,” Masky continues. “But uh, the business we’re here for today? Don’t know if that’s meant for anyone but me and maybe Hoodie.”

You look on instinct to Hoodie who nods. “Is that normal?”

“Sure is,” Hoodie says as he takes in the scent of the cooling autumn woods. He knows the group is almost to the limits of the Operator’s realm. “Tell me what you feel right now, Reader,” he says in passing as he flicks the stick somewhere off the given trail.

With a glance around at your surroundings, you attempt to get a feel for the area you’re in. It’s cold, much colder, but the atmosphere still feels a little thick. The further you go into the woods (and by extension the Operator’s bounds to which you don’t even know exist yet), you get that odd feeling in your legs that feels like they’ve fallen asleep. It’s like the physical sensation of static. You try to explain it in words, but they fail. Instead, you allow Hoodie into your thoughts.

“Nice,” he smiles. “Alright, try to ask for permission in.”

“I need to ask for permission?”

“E-Everytime,” Toby begins as he and the others pause. They’re right on the edge of the bubble and can feel it so much stronger than you can. “It’s t-to ensure n-normal humans c-can’t come in,” Toby begins to explain as you gaze around your surroundings, wondering how you’ll even begin to ask. “T-Though, their f-feelings sometimes k-kick into o-overdrive and they e-end up p-piercing through the v-veil on a-a-accident.” He chuckles softly and you know exactly what he’s referring to - you’ve heard tales of the people who get stuck wandering where they shouldn’t: always ends in someone strung up in the pines. “W-We’ve all learned t-to ask p-permission like b-breathing.”

You shoot your comrade a confused glance, wondering what that will mean for you. “I just ask?”

“Kind o-of,” Toby says. “Just l-let your f-f-feelings guide you. She’ll t-t-tell you whether you’re a-a-allowed in or not.”

You close your eyes and begin to hone in on whatever your heart is telling you. It’s a cold feeling, mostly like vines that slip up and down your limbs as they grow upwards and then inwards towards your heart. It’s an odd feeling. Once the static vines pierce through your heart, you physically see a fog roll into the forest around you. It consumes you and your comrades before you remember Toby mentioned ‘she.’ The fog thickens. “Wait, she?” You say as the static begins to leave your system. It feels like you’re tearing through roots as you walk forward.

“He didn’t mean it,” Masky quickly replies as he begins to pull you through the fog. “Good job on asking though. Strong response,” he says as gestures to the fog, his hand swimming through the billowy clouds. “Wives’ tale is the stronger the fog, the more genuine you were in response.”

You wade your fingers through the thick fog as you and the others walk forward, deeper and deeper into the darkness where there was none. “Must’ve had a really genuine response, huh?” You mumble to yourself. The fog doesn’t even feel like normal fog - it feels thick and heavy and leaves slight dew on your clothing as you walk. How interesting.

‘Head talk from here on out,’ Hoodie says as the four of you reach a stretch of woods that feels slightly dangerous.

‘Did you feel it too?’ Toby asks, his hand at his hatchet.

Hoodie nods slightly, his eyes narrowing as he slows his pace so he’s guarding the back. He gives you a slightly concerned look as the fog evens out. Everyone but you knows that they’re in perhaps one of the most dangerous parts of the veil. The Operator’s mere presence is usually enough to deter the things like the Rake from his grounds, but that often means they get trapped here - in the in-between - and lash out on the first thing they sense. The sooner the four of you get out of this dangerous spot, the better.

‘What do you sense?’ You ask, cutting mentally through the rough silence, your own hand moving to your blade.

Hoodie looks like he’s about to answer you before he holds his fist up and the other three of you duck down instantly, dipping below the fog. Just then, some deer begin walking past.

‘Deer?’ You say in a questioning tone.

‘Not just any deer,’ Hoodie begins as the deer slowly nibbles on the leaves and other things. ‘Take a good look at their bodies. They look normal to you?’

You narrow your eyes slightly and get used to peering through the fog as the deer pass. Eventually, you’re able to look at their coats. There’s something off about them, something wrong. Something you can’t quite place. The longer you watch them as they move in front of you, the stronger that off feeling gets. They have every physical part of the deer down but it’s just not right. It’s like their joints don’t fit well beneath their skin. And their eyes… Their eyes are completely hollow.

‘You see it?’ Masky asks as the last of the deer passes by. He glances over his shoulder briefly to see you nod. ‘We’re lucky they didn’t change this time,’ he mumbles, slowly inching forward while crouched against the earth.

‘What would’ve happened if they changed?’ You inquire, moving quietly alongside your comrades.

‘Nightmare fuel,’ Toby finally pipes in. ‘Nothing about them looks right. Big mouths full of sharp teeth, black eyes, too many limbs, like a messed up centipede,’ he finishes, a slight shudder coming into his mental tone.

You notice the other two of your group members nodding in agreement before finally deeming it safe enough to stand up and finally exit the in-between of the veil.

You’re greeted to the sight of a beautiful, rustic looking Germanic mansion surrounded by iron gates that hold honeycomb patterns that trail skywards only to end on sharp peaks that you’re almost certain your boss has spiked people on plenty of times. There’s also flowers of every kind in the front gardens that catch your eyes the moment you step through the grand gates. There’s fountains and topiaires, statues and benches that tell you the Operator drips with style and elegance.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Masky smiles.

You nod, “it’s gorgeous.” The air smells slightly expensive, but mostly sweet. How is it that a place like this can even possibly exist? Around the mansion are autumnal trees, mostly maple, some sycamore and other birch. Scattered on the front lawn are other proxies and some independents, mostly catching up and talking before leaving through the same gates you entered from. Some of them smile and wave as they pass you, others grunt and turn their nose up at you upon realizing you’re the youngest. This place sings with the Operator’s overwhelming presence.

Your comrades continue to watch your amused expression as they lead you to the front doors of the mansion. They’re large and stained glass, slightly gothic in woodwork and tower over you.

“Go ahead,” Hoodie chuckles as he nods for you to open the doors.

You glance back to him, then at the large doors before tentatively placing your hands on their surface. With a small breath, you push them open and find yourself greeted to the most exquisite foyer you’ve ever seen. Large chandeliers hang from the ceiling, sapphires and rubies drip from the fixtures and shine the light beautifully across the marble floors. Gold leaf adorns almost everything that juts out while the huge staircase in front of you beckons you forward.

“Doesn’t seem like he needs us yet,” Masky says as he checks his watch. “Got here earlier than expected, huh?” He lightly ribs Hoodie who rolls his eyes in response. “C’mon, let’s go to the sun room. Don’t wanna wait around in here.” He nods for the three of you to follow.

Toby clears his throat slightly as if to remind the two in charge that you’re still very much here and new.

“Oh, right,” Masky says. “Reader, this is super important, so listen up,” your group leader begins as he turns on his heels to eventually rest his hands on your shoulders.

You raise a brow at his sudden contact. Masky normally didn’t touch you unless what he had to say was important - which really, really didn’t happen often.

“This mansion likes to play off your thoughts, feelings, and logic,” he says, his hand gesturing to the staircase that’s slowly moving directions. You didn’t even hear it begin to shift. “The Operator usually keeps things in line for when he summons you, it’s almost a guaranteed path you’ll make it to him, but,” his eyes go serious. “If it’s just you and you’re moving around, you need to have a place in mind or it’ll accidentally spit you out somewhere totally random. We’ve had people get lost in here because the mansion is slightly playful and weirdly baneful depending on the individual walking around.”

“The Operator has a playful side?”

Masky stifles a laugh before shaking you lightly. “I legitimately mean it, you need to have a place in mind or you’re gonna get lost and the Operator isn’t gonna be happy. By extension, I won’t be happy because I need to come get you.”

“Mhm,” Hoodie nods in agreement. “And you can’t have the thought in passing either, it’s gotta be on your mind until it’s in sight.” After Hoodie’s words leave his mouth, Masky lets you go.

You take all the information in and wonder just what makes the place run. It’s like it has its own personality - it’s playful and baneful? You have to ask it permission to even enter its grounds and it deems whether you’re worthy or not? What kind of power does the Operator even have and why on earth would he even care about that kind of stuff? If he truly wanted his proxies to access him, he’d do it with no hesitation. The humans that would wander into his rooms would just end up tasting someone’s blade.

“Sun room?” Hoodie reminds Masky.

Your entire walk to the sun room you try to conjure a mental image in your head. They say it’s doubtful you’ll get lost so long as you’re with them, but you consider it good practice. When you finally make it to the sun room, you’re pleased to see it’s relatively empty save for a few groups interspersed in the large, window adorned room overlooking a silver lake. There’s a few independents walking around with carts holding different tea time finger-foods and waiting tea sets on every table. Maasky leads you over to one of the tables nearest to the view of the lake.

“So, what business exactly are we here for today?” You ask as you waste no time in pouring yourself some tea.

Masky shrugs, “no idea. He said he just wanted us to come.”

“T-Think he r-really only n-needs an audience w-with them though,” Toby adds before silently thanking you for pouring him some tea as well. “L-Leaves us some t-t-time to chat. Y’know, t-the thing H-Hood hates us d-doing,” he lightly jokes.

Hoodie scoffs and feigns being annoyed, “I only hate you two chatting when we’re in the middle of tearing out some guy’s entrails.”

“Y-Yeah, which is a-all the time,” Toby giggles.

You laugh as well.

The four of you are in a heated argument about something relatively stupid when static overtakes Masky and Hoodie’s hearing. They visibly pause, as if they’re trying to key into something you can’t understand when it suddenly stops.

“Have t-to go?” Toby inquires before taking a strawberry tart and popping it into his mouth.

Both Masky and Hoodie nod.

“Yeah. Keep an eye on Reader, please? We won’t be too long,” Masky replies with a small, tired smile.

Toby flashes the two a thumbs up before the both of you watch them leave, a clear destination on their minds.

It’s not long until Toby gets distracted by some other independents that stroll into the mansion. You recognize the two of them as relatively minor legends - well, maybe not the one with the smile. His name is Jeff.

“So, this is your fresh meat, huh?” Jeff chuckles as he lightly pushes Toby’s shoulder. “She looks a little scrawny. Are you feeding her right?”

Toby laughs and nods, “Masky w-w-would lose his m-mind if you s-s-said that.”

Jeff’s chest rumbles as he laughs. “I’m joking,” he holds his hand up as a sign of truce. “Hope you know you’re running with one of the only decent groups out there, Reader,” he says before picking up his tea cup. It looks slightly comical as he brings it to his lips.

You offer him a smile and nod, “yeah, I know.”

The man to Jeff’s left nods in agreement, “Masky’s really good at what he does. Got one of the best.”

Toby immediately fights the notion (playfully) and the three engage in conversation that’s lively and vibrant all the same. You listen to the three verbally duke it out before you find yourself bored. You can’t just leave though, but you want to move at the same time.

“Toby?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I excuse myself?”

“W-Where to?”

“Washroom,” you reply.

“Do y-you need m-me to a-accompany y-y-you?”

Both Eyeless Jack and Jeff scoff.

“She’s a big girl, let her go,” Jeff says as he nods his own approval for you to go. “You told her about the mindset thing?”

Toby nods.

“Yeah, then she’s good to go,” Eyeless Jack agrees.

You flash the men at your table a smile before getting up. You push in your chair and then make it to the entrance of the sunroom, leading into the halls. You don’t have a set destination in mind. The moment you step out of the sunroom, you feel the air change. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s different. On instinct, you turn your gaze over your shoulder to see the sunroom is gone. It’s just hall and lining the hall are doors upon doors.

Alright, you can work with that! A small smile comes to your face as you begin to walk forwards, allowing your curiosity to bloom. The first door you decide to open is one that’s honestly not that exciting. It was just a storage unit. Another was a study. Then it was someone’s room. Another room. And another. How many residence rooms are there?

You close yet another door and then feel a thought come into your head, taking a seat on your train of thought like a butterfly sunbathes on a flower. She - Toby had mentioned it. And you wondered. You let the thought stay. Before you know it, you’re walking through the halls guided by forces you don’t quite understand, and the further you get into the mansion, the stranger the atmosphere becomes. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s not a normal feeling either. You watch as the light fixtures change from something relatively modern and regress into something more vintage. The dust begins to kick up. Irish lace begins to pepper the ceiling. You notice how the doors change style as well. How strange.

Eventually, you reach a dead end stretch of hall. At the very end of this hall is a singular door that looks weathered, as if it was sunbleached and painted over in oils. There’s an elegance to it you can’t quite place, and like a siren song, you find yourself being beckoned to it. Your proxy instincts kick in like second nature the closer you draw to it. You feel your breathing lighten, your steps as well, and you move towards it with a silence that is unmatched - as if you’re floating on air. You draw closer and closer to the door. It’s so magnetic, and you can’t quite explain why/ But closer still you must be to it.

Your hand tenderly grasps the doorknob - it feels like ice - and you twist it open. You wonder if you should be doing this. A part of you feels like you shouldn’t be doing this, but another part of you says this is what you were meant to see. You push the door open ever so slightly, just enough to be able to see inside, but the door is heavy, almost as if it doesn’t want you to. Like it’s trying to protect you from something further. You wonder if it just wishes to keep its secrets.

It’s gorgeous, it truly is. It puts the rest of the mansion to shame. It looks old - perhaps from 16th century Germany and fit for royalty. Plants of all kinds line the walls. They look like emeralds as light shines through their leaves. The sunlight kisses the flowers that sprout from the stalks. Beautiful woodwork surrounds the windows that are covered in fairytale-esque stained glass pieces. The scent is of something much, much sweeter and warmer than the rest of the mansion. Your eyes then draw to the center of the room, where an ornate table sits. There’s gold leaf decorating its legs followed by symbols you can’t really pin down. A tablecloth that looks like it was weaved from the stars above is the only thing that separates a delicate tea set from the precious mahogany table. The tea smells heavenly from where you stand.

Before you can press into the room, you pause upon seeing slender, pale hands take hold of the tea pot. Your eyes follow upwards to the owner of the hands only to see a woman so much more beautiful than the moon in twilight and the sun in the morning. Falling from her shoulders was golden hair that looked like a sea of amber as it cascaded down near the floor. Flowers were woven into it - mostly snowdrops, baby’s breath and queen Anne’s lace. She’s dressed in something from medieval Europe, and never once does her sleeve touch the table. She begins to pour herself some tea, a honey like hum coming from her being as she pours the sweet liquid. Her eyes flick upwards for but a moment when she hears a bird chirping outside. Her eyes are so dark, there exists no white sclera. They’re so dark, like black holes that hide in the depths of space, but you feel as if she holds the universe inside of them. She’s so beautiful, you’re not sure she’s real. A cat has jumped up onto the table, purring at her. When she smiles, your heart sings.

You want to say hello to her and spend time in her presence when you attempt to open the door some more. It creaks slightly. The hinges are ancient. Before you can say anything, the door is slammed shut, sending you flying backwards. You let out a sound of shock before seeing Toby reaching down to get you.

“What t-the hell a-a-are you thinking?” He hisses as he picks you up, grabbing your bicep and beginning to drag you away from the door that still holds your attention. “You r-really just w-wandered off l-like that?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, attempting to get free of his grasp as he continues to pull you along. No matter how hard you smack at him, he doesn’t let go.

“M-Masky said it’s not s-safe for y-y-you to wander o-off. A-And without m-me? D-D-Did you have a-any cognitive t-t-thought when you w-went out on a l-limb like t-that?” He sounds so heated.

You find he’s bringing you back to the sunroom, undoubtedly going to tell Masky and Hoodie about your misbehavior. “Why are you being so weird?” You retort as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. “It’s just a room!” You cry out in an exasperated tone.

Toby only reprimands you louder. It’s a losing game.

You eventually find yourself back in the sunroom. Only, instead of Eyeless Jack and Jeff, you see the deeply concerned and slightly pissed off faces of Masky and Hoodie. They’re not happy to see you, and you’re not exactly thrilled to see you either.

“Take a s-s-seat,” Toby says in a harsh tone as he thrusts you back into your seat.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Masky asks, not even attempting to mask his voice because that’s the privilege of being a proxy. You’re able to reprimand your proxies without anyone giving a care.

“You can’t just go off like that,” Hoodie continues as he furrows his brows. “You could’ve gotten-”

“Hurt? This is the Operator’s mansion, what the fuck is gonna hurt me in here other than himself or you two?”

“That’s it,” Masky points out. “He can seriously hurt you if you snoop where you shouldn’t!” His hands grips at your wrist, tightening to a point of pain.

When you feel tears prick your eyes, Hoodie sighs and puts his hand on Masky’s shoulder, “stop it.”

Masky hesitantly lets you go.

“What did you see?” Hoodie asks with a deep sigh, his posture tensing. He’s really hoping you didn’t see the Operator’s trophy room.

You give your comrades a concerned look, not sure whether you should answer or not when Hoodie raises a slight brow. Damn it. You’re emotionally compromised. He’s seeing what he needs to without your permission.

“That’s… Odd…” He says.

Masky glances to Hoodie. “No.”

“Unfortunately, I think yeah,” Hoodie says with a growing frown. He glances to Toby for confirmation, and upon seeing Toby’s nod, says “yeah,” again.

Masky groans and puts his face into his hands, finding comfort in being buried into himself.

You hold your wrist in your hand and lean back in your chair. “Just… What is it you guys aren’t telling me?” You question, hoping they’d just bite the bullet and tell you.

The group shares a look, debating whether they should even say it or not. When no one says anything, you press them again.

“Come on,” you sigh. “It can’t be that bad.”

“It really could be,” Masky says as he finally releases his face from his hands. “No one knows what seeing it does.”

Your eyes widen before you bark a laugh. “What?”

“No, he’s serious,” Hoodie picks up. “Seeing that door is rare, like, rainbow pikachu rare. Proxies think it’s an omen or a bad luck thing. To see it means a group’s eventual demise.”

You briefly scoff at the thought of proxies being superstitious before you remember some of you can actually cast portals. It’s really not that out of pocket.

“N-No one has e-e-ever found o-out though,” Toby shrugs. “W-We just know t-that the g-groups that h-h-have n-normally e-end in death.” He looks a little uncomfortable as he says the words, like there’s a legitimate truth to what he’s saying even though he’d rather it be utter BS.

“To be fair, we thought it was a rumor prior to you sneaking off,” Hoodie says as he tries to calm down his group.

You take in this information with a small frown. How could something that beautiful be that evil or a harbinger of doom? The thought of it left you perplexed as your comrades continued to lecture you on not wandering off until Masky and Hoodie were called away.

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable leaving Reader here with-”

Toby rolls his eyes, “you c-cant just s-say you want m-me to come with i-instead. N-Not need to insult m-my competence a-a-as a babysitter,” he mumbles before glancing down to his hatchets.

Masky sighs and nods for Toby to follow him out. Looks like it’s just you and Hoodie.

“So,” you awkwardly begin, not really sure what to do or what to say.

“So,” Hoodie hums back. “Anywhere you wanted to go?” When he sees the glint in your eyes, he shakes his head. “Like, a normal place. We’re gonna be here for a while while those two are out,” he chuckles, watching as you visibly deflate.

You allow the question to bang around in your head until you nod with a thought in mind. “The library. I’d like to go to the library.”

Hoodie smiles at that suggestion and finishes the rest of his tea before standing up. He stretches for a moment, then leads you to the hallway your original snooping began. You noticed as his thoughts immediately became clouded with the word and vision of ‘library’ as the two of you trekked the halls. As you walked, you barely recognized any of the doors you passed. They weren’t on your radar, which was odd in your opinion as you had opened a lot of door you probably shouldn’t have.

Eventually, you reach two large oak doors. Hoodie pushes them open and you’re greeted to the sight of a beautiful library. It’s impossibly huge - how could such a place exist in the mansion? You’re well aware it’s a huge place, but the fact that all of this is here… It’s bigger than a downtown city library you visited when passing through Chicago a few months ago. The Operator’s influence is beautiful, isn’t it?

“I’m gonna be in the sci-fi section,” Hoodie says as he nods over to the right wing of the library. “It’s on the second floor.” You notice the spiral staircase that leads to what appears to be a balcony - it must stretch backwards forever. “Check in with me in about 15 minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.” It’s surprising how relaxed he’s being with you. You would have expected someone like Hoodie to be a lot angerier and more observational.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, you nod and flash him a thumb’s up before bounding over to the left wing of the library. Nothing is properly labeled, but you get a strong bout of intuition where everything is. Right now, you’re on the hunt for history.

The aisle that holds the history books looks just as old as you would have expected it to. The books here aren’t any you’ve ever seen in stores either - they’re largely from the time period they’re to be representing. Some are more modern, but you get the feeling that they don’t exist anywhere else but under the Operator’s influence. You find a few books that talk about the early history of proxies, some on independents, but nothing to inform you on what you had found.

It’s honestly a little maddening. You check in with Hoodie when you have to - he asks you to list the spines of the books you’re currently looking at - and then you’re back to your fruitless search. You run up and down the halls of the history section looking for anything when you hear static begin to buzz in your heads. The feeling travels upwards like the vines you felt earlier from your heels to your chest. When they claw deep into your heart, you feel a pull. And once again, like a sailor beckoned to the rocks due to a siren’s song, you follow it.

It twists and turns you through the shelves, making you zip past the few proxies and independents that are currently visiting this wing of the library before you’re drawn to a rotunda. You look backwards and see in the distance the front doors of the library. When did this place get a middle wing? It was just straight shelves and a wall with large windows overlooking the rolling hills of the woods. You turn your attention upwards to the ceiling of the rotunda. There’s a large skylight that allows sunlight to cascade down. Around that are gems you don’t even know the name of that weave a mosaic of something positively divine. You allow your gaze to follow the shaft of warm sunlight down, and there, sitting at a table with a book in hand (it looks like a journal) is the Operator himself.

“S-Sir!” You manage to squeak out as you find yourself startled to be in his presence, Heat rises to your cheeks when he looks up from his book to turn his attention to you.

“How did you get here?” He asks, confusion etching his body as he curiously tilts his head.

Your breath hitches. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize, bowing your head almost immediately. “I don’t know how I got here. It just felt like a pull and suddenly I was here? I was in the left wing and looking over history books and I-” you continue to rattle off until the Operator holds up his hand, silently signaling you to stop. You do so as soon as he asks.

“I-. It’s no matter,” he waves off. “Come, sit down beside me.” An inky black tendril sprouts from his back as he pulls the chair in front of him out, allowing you to sit in his presence.

You will your stone-like legs forward and attempt to gracefully take a seat in front of him. It’s a slightly awkward silence before he speaks again.

“How have you been, Miss Reader?”

“I’m alright,” you reply, voice no higher than a whisper.

The Operator hums. “Good.”

Another pregnant pause.

“Child, where is your book?”

“I uh, didn’t grab one?” You answer softly. You can tell the Operator is looking at you with what he can convey to his fullest as confusion. “When I was pulled here I just.. Followed,” you attempt to explain. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

“And what have you done today?” He asks, giving his passing attention to you like a father would.

You bite your lip before steering the conversation towards the room you saw. “I think I met someone.”

“You did, did you?”There’s a passing interest as if he’s saying ‘that’s nice, honey.’

You nod. “She was in a tea room-”

He pauses.

“I found her by accident-”

He makes sure he’s hearing you correctly.

“Her hair was golden-”

He looks up.

“She had plants-”

He’s sitting upright now.

“She had a cat-”

He leans forward.

“Her smile rivaled the stars-”

He’s focusing so intently on you now.

“Her voice was like honey-”

He entirely focused on you.

“She was beautiful.”

The Operator’s ichor pauses for just a moment as he takes in the description of the woman you described. It makes a part of him sing and another part of him sob. He hasn’t heard of her in so, so long.

When you look up, you see the Operator practically leaned halfway over the table and entirely focused on you. It makes you jump. “I’m sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, thinking you saw something you shouldn’t have. “I wasn’t thinking and I uh, think the mansion led me to her?”

The Operator wordlessly nods. “Was she pouring tea?” He asked, voice so much gentler than anything you could ever expect him to conjure up.

You slowly nod. “She was.”

The Operator suddenly slumps down, making you jolt. You rise on instinct to help him when he waves you back down. “Do you realize who you’ve come into contact with?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m afraid not, Sir,” you say with slight remorse.

The Operator chuckles deeply - it rumbles his chest and in your head. “You found her.” He could smile, you were sure it would be from ear to ear if he had the correct facial features. “All these years later and you found her.” He emphasizes you like a bittersweet affirmation.

“Who is she?” You ask softly.

Your boss sits back up again. “Someone who loves me,” his tendril sprouts once again from his back and moves towards you. “Someone who loves you,” it taps your nose. “Someone who loves us.” The tendril makes a grand, sweeping gesture.

You take in the words and nod, still not knowing what they mean. Upon seeing your confusion, he decides to elaborate.

“A long, long time ago, in a realm you could not begin to fathom, there was light and there was dark,” he begins, his voice slipping into something akin to someone saying a bedtime story. “I was the light, and that cur we call Zalgo was the dark.”

You scrunch your nose at the sound of his name.

“The dark and the light were born from nothing, and she was beautiful.” His audible smile is actually endearing to hear. “Throughout the years, the light and the dark fought, constantly at each other's throats. It was woven in the threads of history, it had been our birthright. When we came to this place, this planet after being cast from our home - a palace amongst all palaces, a kingdom that rose far above any other, the nothingness came with us. She called herself Liebevolle Frau. She loved her children.” By this point in the story, the Operator has taken the liquids from the coffee cup he drinks from and animated them into the characters for this story.

You watch with stars in your eyes.

“But no guardian is without its favorites, and I happened to be hers.” Liebevolle Frau’s figure was shown sheltering the Operator’s much smaller one. “And this caused a rift that could not be mended through the light and dark. Eventually, the dark waged war on the light.”

It’s a war you’re still fighting to this day.

“In the 1500s, long after this mansion had been built and my power continued to grow, Zalgo had almost wiped us off the face of the earth to splatter out remains across all the five realms. Liebevolle Frau, thought caught off guard,” that would explain the tea, “sheltered me and protected this place and all who resided in it. At the time,” the Operator looks at you. “Independents and proxies had lived here much more commonly than they do now.”

You smile softly.

“Liebevolle Frau’s power had been pushed to its limit in holding back her first born son, and mind, as well as her heart, broke because of it. In her remaining moments of lucidity, she imbued herself, her soul,” the liquids take the form of something fluttering and soft, like a bird, “her everything, and became the place I hold jurisdiction over today.”

Your eyes widen as you think back to the odd feelings you’ve had coming here for today - and Toby’s slip-up.

“I have not been able to find her since the late 1500s,” The Operator explains as the liquids dance back into the coffee mug, the figure of Liebevolle Frau taking a hair longer than the rest. “She lives in everything.”

You’re honestly speechless over everything the Operator has said because it’s so… It’s strangely heartfelt. You’ve never even spoken face to face with your boss and when you do, it’s because some force is guiding you to do so. But if that force felt so alive, it must have meant she wanted you to know.

“Her physical form,” you finally manage to wisp out. “She wanted to be at peace, didn’t she?”

The Operator chuckles deeply. “I would assume so.”

Before you can respond to anything or even come up with another response, you hear both Masky AND Hoodie yelling for you in your head. The jarring difference between your boss’s gentle voice and Masky and Hoodie crying out for blood is enough to make you jump (once again).

Upon seeing your sudden switch in atmosphere, the Operator hushes the voices in your head and calls them to his side.

Toby is the first to show up though, and quickly trailing after him is Masky and Hoodie. They both look ready to reprimand you but upon seeing you sitting with the Operator, nothing but reverence crosses their minds and bodies.

“Good evening, Sir,” Masky says as he bows his head. “Are you well?”

“Thoughtful, aren't you, Timothy?” There’s no animosity or anger in the Operator’s tone, but it makes Masky blush all the same.

A pregnant pause passes.

“I was just speaking with your newest member, Miss Reader,” a pale hand gestures to you. “Come, join us. I could use the company.”

You watch as confused glances get shared between your three comrades before they take a seat beside you.

A pleasant silence passes through the air before a gentle humming that’s sweeter than honey overtakes it like a passing breeze.

[worminstuff]

I'm gonna preface this with the fact that chromesthesia is not the same for everyone so this is purely based on what i've experienced personally, when i hear any sound i register it as a color. So i can sort of see the sound. Soooooo,

sapnap x reader

You and the dream team had been friends for a long time and you'd been with sapnap for almost as long, but you'd yet to tell them about something strange about you…

^^^^^^^

You were sitting at your desk, creating a flower garden in minecraft for the house your and your boyfriend had just built in game.

George and sapnap were both currently streaming, but you and dream weren't. You had sapnaps stream open on your second monitor, glancing at it occasionally.

You've known Dream since you were about 13 and he was 14, you both went to the same school at the time and shared an immense love for minecraft. Hed introduced you to sapnap 2 years or so later and instantly dream could tell you both were a great pair.

Since Dream had known you for a really long time, he knew a lot about you. One thing he was well aware of, was your chromesthesia. Your mom had actually mentioned it once while you were all out at some shops and you were getting a bit overwhelmed, since it was really packed. After he found out he often asked you what color a song was or what color was on your mind the most each day, but he grew out of it after a while.

It had been years since it had been brought up. Which was why it was a bit of a shock when Dream had suddenly blurted, “Y/n! What color is that one song by glass animals? I was thinking about it this morning and I'm curious.”

Your brows furrowed, “which one? Heat waves?” you laughed “why is it your favorite song dream?” you both were laughing now.

Both George and Sapnap were confused. Why would dream ask you for a color for a song?

“It's purple and green mostly, but there's a lot of blue and yellow too. Pastel yellow. But the rest are bright.” you answered his question normally, dream giving you a ohh, and you barely thought anything of it.

Until sapnap piped in, “what?” he laughed a little.

“Yeah, what? What do you mean with the colors y/n?” George practically read his mind.

You blinked at your computer screen. You couldn't believe you'd never realized you hadn't told them about it.

“Wait a minute, they don't know? How?” Dream was confused. You'd known Sapnap for a couple years less than him, and you'd known George for at least a couple years. How did they not know?

“Why does dream know but I don't?” sapnap whined. George laughed at him.

“It never came up I guess. I mean to be fair, I wasn't the one to tell you about it, my mom did.” you said. It was just never really a huge deal, as a child you didn't think it was anything at all because you thought that was how everyone was.

“How about you tell us what it is because i'm a bit annoyed that i don't get to be in on this secret.'' George said with a snicker, sapnap agreed quickly.

“I've just got this brain thing where I see sounds as colors in my head.” you replied.

There was a small bit of silence, both sort of processing what you'd said.

“That makes sense for the song thing, do minecraft sounds have colors?” sapnap giggled as his character punched yours.

“Hey! And yeah, all sounds. Voices, hums, instruments, sometimes a certain silence has a lingering color.” you were getting a tad nervous. You sounded like a crazy person quite frankly.

“Wait thats wicked why didn't you tell-” george was speaking when sapnap cut him off, his character now in front of yours,

“What color is my voice?” his voice had a tone of teasing, and it caused a dust of pink to cross your cheeks.

“On facetime it's a soft purple, but when you are streaming or being loud it's a darker purple.” he hummed, happy with your answer. George and Dream were unaware, but you always tell Sapnap that your favorite color is purple. He just didn't know his purple was your favorite.

“What about me huh?” George asked, faining hurt.

“Poop brown gogy. Poop brown.” you said, you dream and Sapnap all laughing loudly as george's character started too punch yours.

Your giggling hadn't quieted until you saw a small message in the corner of your screen.

sapnap whispered to you: is my purple your favorite purple?

You whisper to sapnap: your purple is my favorite color. Not my favorite purple.

Your face felt like it was on fire.

“Dream! im her favorite color! Suck it!” he yelled excitedly.

You smacked your palm to your forehead as dream let out a wheeze to the sound of it.

Dream told sapnap that he was your favorite color (his voice has always been a comforting yellow) but Sapnap knew he was wrong.

He was right obviously, didn't make him any less of a dork. Your dork, that is.

^^^^

:))) wasn’t as long as i wanted, but it’s okay. maybe i’ll use this concept again! (with techno or dream;p)

[thran-duils]

Lost in Zero Gravity (P.4)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Four) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers.  Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,944 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: If you don’t like the tags on this fic, just a warning to stop reading because it’s taking the turn that was mentioned all up in the tags

Part Three || Part Five || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

It had barely been a week and a half and Steve was already calling you. They’d sent you flowers twice and sent Tatiana a check to give to you. But apparently giving you the time you thought you needed was not on their docket.

You answered happily though, “Hey.”

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Far better than the last time you saw me. I can guarantee that. But I still don’t look my best.”

“That’s perfectly okay, Y/N. Understandable that you aren’t completely healed up yet,” Steve said. “But, we were hoping you would be up to a small trip.”

“O-oh,” you stammered. “I, uh, I mean should I? I don’t know if I should be getting rough.”

Steve laughed at that and assured you, “I can be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about. But, really. It’s actually important that you come with.”

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating. “I actually haven’t left the brothel since… you know.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “Mhm, well, it’s secluded. It’s my beach house. Don’t gotta worry about anyone but us and some guards. And we can pick you up directly from your place.”

A beach house? God, that did sound nice. You cleared your throat, trying to joke, “Wives? I don’t need my nose broken again.”

“No. They are going on a small trip themselves separately. We are going on a crabbing trip as far as they know.”

“But what are you really doing then? And why is it important that I come?”

Teasingly, Steve told you, “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Me and surprises really aren’t—”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve cut in. “You need to get out of that place. Get some fresh air. There’s a jet tub and a hot tub. You can stay in it as long as you want.” He added and you could hear the smirk in his tone, “As long as you let us get the look we want, that is. Stipulation.”

“Pervert,” you joked, smiling despite yourself.

“It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

Sighing, you weighed your thoughts. “When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” you asked surprised. It was Tuesday.

“Yeah, we are ready to go and I’m assuming you don’t have any plans?”

“No.”

“Perfect. We will swing by to pick you up at 4.”

“In the afternoon I hope.”

Steve chuckled, “Yes, the afternoon, dove. So, be ready. You know how punctual Tony is.”

“Don’t want to start the trip off on a bad foot,” you agreed.

“Exactly.”

You blurted, “Hey… can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

Carefully choosing your words, you asked, “Did you… were you able to find him?” Steve was silent on the other end of the line. You furrowed your brow and asked, “Steve? Are you still—"

“Yeah, I’m here. And yes,” Steve answered. “We sure did.”

“And…” you prodded, trailing off, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“We’ll come get you at 4pm tomorrow, dove. You should get your things packed,” he said, completely sidestepping your question. “I liked that blue one piece you bought when we were out that one time. The cut out one with great cleavage.”

“Okay, I’ll pack that one. How long are we staying?”

“A few days. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I gotta go though, dove.”

“Okay,” you repeated. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

When you hung up, you stared down at your phone. Why hadn’t he answered your question? You turned around after a few moments, placing your phone down on your bed. You got onto the floor and reached to grab your travel suitcase out from underneath the bed.

<><><>

Coming down the stairs after you dropped your bag off in the master bedroom and taking a very long bath in the jet tub, you slowed your steps. You were taking in the view, looking out the windows that stretched at least ten feet at the first landing on the stairs. The water was lapping at the rocks outside, the sun just starting to set. It was calming.

“How was it?” Steve asked, coming into view.

“Amazing,” you told him, smiling. “You didn’t come up for your view though. How can I keep up my side of the bargain if you don’t meet me halfway?”

Steve smirked, “Cheeky. Still.”

You noticed he was still dressed nicely and you asked, “Do you want me to go change?” You had thrown on the suit he asked you to bring and a coverup over it.

“Absolutely not. You look fine.” Steve held his hand out for you and you took it. He was quiet, looking at you.

You got uncomfortable and asked, “What’s up?”

Steve looked over your shoulder and you followed his gaze seeing Tony walk in from outside. The two of them seemed to communicate without speaking and you repeated,

“What’s up?”

Steve’s attention was back on you and he asked, “So, you remember how you asked about Jared?”

“Um. Yes?”

“If you had the opportunity, would you want to see him before he died?” Your mouth fell open slightly, unable to find your voice, completely caught off guard. Steve stepped closer, and said, “I know how it feels to see someone who wronged you know they’re about to die.”

“He’s still alive?” you blurted.

“He’s here.”

You stammered, “E-excuse me? Here?” Your heart was beginning to pound.

“Don’t worry, he can’t get out,” Tony said quickly, holding up his hand to you. He saw you were threatening to unravel and he came closer. He explained gently, “And even if he could, he’s pretty dehydrated and he’s definitely starving, so he’s not going to be moving too fast anyway. Plus, you’ve got us here now and we won’t let anything happen to you?”

“What…” you said, trying to grasp what was going on.

Steve explained, “Found him a few days ago and kept him alive after we gave him a good beating. Wanted to give you the opportunity to watch it happen if you wanted to. You don’t have to. Just wanted you to have that chance.”

You were suspended in shock. You thought you were coming here to relax, get fucked a couple of times. And then just head back home. It dawned on you that second that this was the surprise that Steve must have been alluding to on the phone when you agreed to come here. Not the surprise you were expecting; not even in the realm of possibility.

Did you want that? Did you want to see him die? You swallowed sharply, flooded with the memories of all the times he had beat you, cheated on you. You hated to admit some part of you would like to actually watch him suffer. You could never do it yourself, not on your own. And now you had this golden opportunity to have it happen in a way that he would know it was because of you that it was happening.

“Y/N?”

You were taking a long time to answer.

“I…” you started to say, looking in between them. You exhaled slowly and admitted, “Yeah. Yeah.”

“You’re sure?” Tony asked. You nodded and he nodded in return. “Good. I think you should. Give you some closure.”

That seemed a little sadistic but you let them led you towards the door. They walked you out onto the dock that was lit by small lamps. The sunset was beautiful on the water, the waves glowing with the colors. It was a stark contrast to what you were walking out here to do, such a dark deed. There were a few men standing at the end of the dock and you made to stay closer to Tony, keeping an eye on them as you approached.

When you came to a stop, your eyes circled around the group. You immediately got worried, thinking the worst.

Nervously, you asked, “Where is he?”

Tony pointed down at the dock and you furrowed your brow in confusion. “Guys gotta be freezing in this water.”

“O-oh.”

Tony walked over towards the side of the dock where you saw there was a ladder. He began climbing down it and Steve gave you a little nudge. You walked over to the edge hesitantly and looked over. There was another lower dock there, a speedboat next to it. That made sense, this dock was pretty high. They definitely were not going to kill you, you tried to reassure yourself.

You forced yourself to climb down after Tony, his hands coming up to steady you as you got within his reach. You settled down next to him as soon as you saw they were telling the truth.

Jared was tied up to one of the pillars holding up the dock, his body half submerged into the water. He looked absolutely awful, close to death. His face was swollen, bruised. They had not lied about the beating either.

He seemed to recognize you and his eyes narrowed. Something kicked up in him and he shouted against the gag, hate in his eyes. You could not tear your eyes away from him.

“I personally love the sight,” Tony said, standing close. He lit up his cigar and took a long drag, his eyes raking over Jared.

Steve had climbed down now and was standing close as well.

You were still in shock seeing Jared yell at you, struggle against the binding. Tony was right, the water must be freezing.

Something came over you.

“Fuck me,” you said, not taking your eyes off of him.

“Pardon?” Tony asked, choking on his smoke a bit.

“Fuck me,” you repeated. Tony was staring at you, his finger running across his lip. You shrugged and added, “I want another man fucking me where his stupid ass can see it. Right before he dies. I want that to be one of the last thing he remembers. He hated the thought of another man touching me.”

“Shit,” Steve breathed, laughing lightly.

Your adrenaline was rushing now. “That’s what I want. I don’t want to actually see him die. I don’t think I could handle that but… I want this.”

There were a few moments of silence and you finally tore your eyes away from Jared to look at the two of them standing behind you.

“I won’t say no to that,” Steve said finally, grinning devilishly. “I’ll do the honors.”

You stared into Jared’s eyes, knowing you would never have to look at him again after this. You would never have to worry about him ever again because of Steve and Tony.

<><><>

The lobster you were chewing was decadent, too good to exist. You were buzzed now, having to take a couple shots after Steve got done plowing you and then you walked away, without a care, knowing damn well that someone was going to be murdered behind you. The shots had hit quickly on your empty stomach and luckily dinner had been delivered shortly after you had taken the shots. The three of you were sitting at a table on their dock, the table lit by tall lamps.

“You said you were coming back from a job?” Steve asked, before taking a bite of his steak. You eyed him confused and he chewed, swallowing. “That night.”

Revisiting this again. You did not want to think about it anymore tonight but considering the favor they had done, you pushed your uncomfortableness aside and nodded. “Yeah. Some Wall Street guy. Definitely a frat boy who never had to work a real job in his life. He had every drug imaginable ready to just offer up. Obviously I did not partake.”

You picked up your champagne, taking a swig before taking another bite of your lobster.

“No more of that,” Tony said flatly.

Eyes narrowed, you asked, “Frat boys or Wall Street? Cause I really don’t always get to choose.” Another bite. It was so delicious. You had to ask what restaurant it was from.

“Nobody.”

You stopped chewing. Your eyes moved between the two of them, sitting there looking stoic. “What?”

They both exchanged a look and you felt your stomach starting to tighten. There was something wrong; something bad was about to happen.

Steve answered this time, “Nobody else. Nobody but us.”

You almost asked if they were joking but you remembered Tatiana’s words about owing them. And the looks on their faces told you they were in no way joking around. You placed your fork down, straightening up. They were watching you with an uneasy intensity, gauging your reaction.

Giving a light, nervous laugh, you told them, “Uh, I mean… I kind of have other regulars.”

“Why would you feel the need to continue with other regulars?”

“T-t-to keep my options open?”

“That’s… insulting,” Tony chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes though, turning his head to stare off into the water.

You felt cold, a tightness in your stomach. Insulting him was the last thing you wanted to do.

“What is this? What are we talking about?”

Steve shrugged, “I’m not sure what’s not clear about this, Y/N. You will work for us and us only. You get an actual apartment. Move out of the brothel. So it’s not as suspicious that we are visiting you. Then we will be able to visit you whenever we want and we won’t have to worry about an incident like this happening again. Or worry about you leaving.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. They could not be serious about this. To just upend your life to just be at their beck and call. And to prevent you from leaving if you wanted to? This situation was spiraling way too quickly.

“I don’t want to live by myself,” you argued.

“It won’t be some run-down building, Y/N,” Tony sighed, annoyance lacing his tone as he looked back at you. “You’ll have a doorman. And security.”

“So, you want me to just… depend on the two of you for income and for my housing? Nothing else?” you asked them, flabbergasted.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“What rational person wouldn’t be worried about that? I haven’t had the greatest track record with partners as you have seen yourself.”

Steve cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. You closed your mouth, knowing immediately you had said something out of pocket. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating about me. About us. Have we not been good to you?”

“I-I.. that’s not what I meant—”

“You think I’m going to hit you?” Steve asked harshly.

“No—” you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest. He looked irritated all to hell.

Tony held up his hand and Steve closed his mouth, still glowering at you across the table. You averted your gaze to Tony as he spoke.

“You’ll be perfectly fine wherever we set you down.”

Your voice was small, “I can’t even choose?”

“I would like somewhere in our jurisdiction for one. And then the doorman stipulation.” He saw you had shook your head ever so slightly, a reaction more than anything. Tony leaned across the table, staring directly into your eyes. It took everything in you to not look away and to not show fear. You felt like you were probably failing miserably at that. “I don’t think you understand fully what’s going on here, sweetheart, and that concerns me. You won’t have to trick anymore. No more uncertainty of who is taking you home. No more late-night walks. A steady income, your own place. Protection too furthermore; you’ll have at least one guard at all times. Why would you not want that?”

Logically. You would want this. You should want this. You begged them to screw you over your abusive ex hours ago. Practically egged them on to commit murder with acting the way you had. Everything he was saying was positive. But it was ignoring the fact that it sounded like you were going to be owned, your movements dictated by the two of them.

You licked your lips and offered weakly, “It’s not smart of me.”

“Why?”

“My line of business isn’t exactly about exclusivity.”

“Well, I guess you’re leaving that line of business then,” Tony said coolly.

There was not a choice here. You were being told.

You needed to get away from the table, away from their heated stares. You were swimming in anxiety. Standing up from the table abruptly, the chair squeaking, you took off. You did not know where to, you had nowhere to go. You just knew you wanted – needed – to be by yourself, to gather your thoughts.

By the sound of the heavy footfalls following you down the boardwalk, it did not seem you were going to be granted that. You broke into a run, knowing it was futile. There was no way you could outrun a super soldier. Steve caught you without any trouble whatsoever and pushed you up against the wall of the beach house.

“I don’t want to!” you exclaimed.

“It’s either here, secluded, under guard or in your new apartment under guard.”

Tears watered up in your eyes and you choked out, “You can’t do this.”

“I can’t do this?” Steve said, a flash of cruelty in his eyes and an amused smirk on his lips. He leaned in closer and said more quietly, “Dove, we run this city and you are a part of this city. Our favorite part actually and we are securing our favorite part for ourselves.” He stepped closer, glaring down his nose at you. You felt smothered against the wall by his imposing presence. “And that’s whether our favorite part likes it or not. Because we already own it because she owes us.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21

Fic tags: @icant-hangout-imdrumming, @oceaniamaddness, @multifandom-superlover, @imsonick, @holl2712 

[lovehotelreservation]

Honey & Whiskey

Summary: It was inevitable for anyone to feel cold in Ishgard.

And yet, nothing brought such a stark and icy chill to Thancred's veins like seeing Lucrezia adorned in the coat that bore the trademark blue color of a certain politician.

It was only expected for his blood to boil.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: WoL!Lucrezia/Thancred

hflkafkha in all my years of writing inserts, ofc it would be the eorzean otome that would make me write about my own wol

p

pls perceive her and her messy love with the short king tank gently ; v ;

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There was a burden in Thancred’s soul.

A burden that seemed too great for him to bear alone.

And was why he was currently heaving the weight of his woes onto Lucrezia’s by the thunderous swing of his hips.

The hour was far from the break of dawn in Ishgard, with The Forgotten Knight sending off one last stumbling patron out its entrance. Raucous chatter that was familiar to the tavern was nowhere to be found, silence having taken its place.

With the exception of one of its resident rooms.

Creaks of a well-worn bed, the obscenely vulgar wet noise of skin slapping onto skin, hissed curses uttered from above, muffled mewls from below.

Anchored down to the mattress, Lucrezia could only writhe and squirm as Thancred continued to subject her to the merciless pounding of his cock, a feat simple given his more muscled and taller build compared to her shorter and softer physique, looking far and away from the triumphant Warrior of Light.

Her hair--with its deep blue shades and streaks of pastel pink--was something often likened to a brilliant wisteria.

But with how much she had been roughly handled upon the mattress, her locks were now disheveled and splayed like that of scattered petals.

A thin sheet of sweat had formed upon her sun-kissed complexion, all while a scorching scarlet heat burned along her cheeks, making the pink heart-shaped mark that was characteristic to her features all the more prominent.

No charming pet names, no seductive purrs of affection, no cheeky gleam to his gaze.

Bites meant to claim instead of kisses meant to swoon, punishing spanks instead of tender caresses.

All caused by the heap of royal blue fabric that was practically torn from her body the moment he slammed the door shut with his foot before seizing her into a kiss.

A gift from Ishgard’s current acting ruler.

It was said that the Lord Commander often worried about how she was dealing with the citystate’s notoriously frigid weather and requested to have one tailor made just for her.

The scent that lingered on the coat was reminiscent of the Lord Commander’s office.

It made Thancred’s nose wrinkle and his blood boil once he made the connection before he dragged her to The Forgotten Knight once her wrist was within his reach.

She knew he was a mess of conflict at the moment.

One look up at him, between his snarling lips, the clench of his teeth, and the righteous fury evident in his gaze told her this.

But there was reason why she had been especially receptive to the kindness of the Lord Commander, with those early days as part of the Scions that had her shyly offering her heart towards him right before he scurried away with a grin on his face at the chance to gleam information from lonesome wives of Ul’dah’s elite merchants.

Even more so when he seemed to keep his distance from her despite their long-harbored reunion after her fateful encounter against the Warrior of Darkness.

And despite all this, there was sympathy reflected in her stare. A cherry and chocolate: his favorite treats--as he had often complimented her mismatched eyes to look.

Her hands slowly reached for his face.

Lucrezia felt Thancred tense under her touch.

Then she guided his head down, bringing his lips to her own for a kiss. His mouth tasted sweet rich honey while her tongue was struck by the harsh burn of whiskey.

For she would do all she could to help him unravel.

Including this.

Her body pinned down beneath his own, the rough scratch of his stubble over her breasts when he helped himself to the taste of her nipples, the twisted pleasure that overwhelmed her senses reducing her to cry out his name as she quivered beneath his might, his jealousy, his love.

“I will not hand you over to anyone else. No other man can have you...”

Husky and gruff, those were the words spoken hoarsely into her ear right as his thrusts quickened in pace and strengthened in force up to the point of orgasm, the hot rush of his seed flooding inside of her with full intention of the consequence.

But there was more to what Thancred uttered out to her while he immediately brought her close to his chest, something he did not verbalize but was roaring out from within the depths of his heart.

...because you are the only thing I can still have all to myself in this world.

[cabinofimagines]

Omg It’s Your Birthday!

A/N: Happy Birthday anon! I tried to be sort of different with each person, but I hope you enjoy! - Day

(Only 3 in this reaction :^ )

P e r c y

Percy and his mom have a tradition of dying Percy’s cake or any other food blue on his birthday. It’s something they carried on since he was a kid and now that you’re part of the family, they wanted to mimic the tradition. Both you and Percy got permission to leave camp for a week to visit Sally in the city, it also leaves a lot more options for celebration.

You were fast asleep in Percy’s room on the morning of your birthday, completely unaware of the scheming going on in the kitchen. Both Percy and his mom were rushing about the kitchen, whipping up the cake and trying to decorate it without destroying the actual cake. At one point, Percy had to run out to the store to buy more food dye. 

Once it was ready and the kitchen was semi-clean, Percy snuck back into the room to wake you up. He peppered your face with kisses until you groaned and pushed him away, “Stop, that tickles.”

 He chuckled and pulled back the blankets you used to hide your face, “C’mon baby, it’s your birthday!” 

You were still half-asleep when he tugged you into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes when Sally shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/n!”

On the table sat a cake decked out completely in your favorite color, like completely. You grinned and shuffled over to Sally, “Thank you so much, Sally. I love it!”

 She laughed and you felt Percy sandwich you in a hug from behind, all three of you in a big awkward hug, “Hey, I helped out too!”

P i p e r

Your siblings along with a few other party-starved campers decided to throw you a party, but it started to deviate from being your party. You grimaced as the party grew bigger, even Chiron who was starting to enjoy himself grew a bit tired of the antics that were taking place. It was really nice of your siblings to make such a big deal about it, but you weren’t particularly in a partying mood today. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Piper shuffling over with her head turned in confusion. She sat beside you wordlessly and studied you for a moment, “So which part of today has been your favorite so far?”

 Looking over at her you thought carefully over today’s events. “The only thing I’ve enjoyed so far is seeing Chiron try to learn TikTok dances from the new campers.” 

She laughed and nudged your shoulder with hers, “Well I’m sorry you haven’t enjoyed this party, but I got you something!” 

You smiled, “You didn’t have to Pipes, but thank you.”

She scoffed and leaned over to grab something, a decent-sized box covered in wrapping paper with “happy birthday y/n !! :D” written across the top in black sharpie. She handed it to you with a smile, “Of course I did, I wanted to get something else as well but... “

You leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, making her freeze, “This is more than enough, Pipes.”

L e o

“Leo?” You call out as you enter the bunker. He told you to swing by yesterday because he needed another perspective on a project he was working on, but it’s really dark in here… is he here yet? 

You blink into the darkness, trying to maneuver around without tripping over anything he may have left out, “Lee?” You sigh, slightly disappointed that he forgot about your birthday, but even more disappointed that you aren’t going to spend time with him too.

You turned to leave when Leo stumbled over something behind you and flipped on the overhead lights, muttering swears before chuckling into song, “Happy birthday to you…” You whipped around quickly, seeing him holding a cupcake with your name squiggled messily in icing. 

You couldn’t stop the grin from rising on your face as he finished singing, “I thought you forgot,” you muttered, “thank you so much!” 

He feigned hurt, “I would never forget your birthday! The apple of my eye, the Shizzle to my Mc, the--” 

You laughed and took the cupcake from him, “Okay okay, I get it.” He smiled and kissed you quickly.

You studied the sweet, raising a brow teasingly, “What? No candle?”

 His face dropped as he searched his pockets, ignoring you when you said you were just joking. “Uhhh, here!” He said, lighting his pinky up and holding in front of your face, “Make a wish!”

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- Day

[sweeethinny]

Wildflower - Chapter 1

one more chapter, i'm excited about this story, i hope you like it as much as i do <3

Thank you @startanewdream who read and opined on some things <3

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| L. E |

The room was quiet, everyone paying attention to what the Professor was saying and presenting on the slides, with all those graphs and statistics that made Lily almost sleep with her eyes open. She loved her course, but calculus class wasn't her favorite, it wasn't even in her top three preferences.

Lily would rather have a full day of Environmental Chemistry with Professor Hagrid than one more with Burbage.

"Aren't you going to write down what she's saying?" Severus muttered beside her, making her nearly jump in her chair in fright, her heart racing at being pulled out of the quiet of her mind. "Hey, calm down."

"I already wrote down the important one." Lily shrugged, seeing her representation of the chart in the notebook and her lazy scribble of what the Professor had said.

"I won't lend you my notebook to study," he whispered, a smirk on his lips. Lily rolled her eyes, resting her head on her hand again, no longer listening to Burbage's voice.

Was it so early, why did she like to make students suffer like that?

"I don't need to, thanks." Severus didn't respond, but he kissed her on the cheek and then turned his attention back to class, much more interested than she was.

She still hadn't forgotten about their fight after the party Saturday, and all the embarrassment he put her through, and Lily was still hurting, even though she didn't understand why it hurt so much. He explained to her that he was trying to protect her, and the next day, he took her for brunch at her favorite restaurant, which was near a flower shop where Severus bought her flowers. Her favorites.

He was sorry, and Lily had to stop mulling things over even days after they had happened.

"Excuse me, Professor?" A female voice woke her, looking toward the door where one of the cheerleaders was standing.

The girl was beautiful, Lily had seen her before in the presentations in between games - the few she went to - and in the hallways of college; she had long brown hair and eyes almost the same color, and Lily knew the line of boys wanting her wasn't short.

“Say it, Miss Fortescue,” Burbage said, not looking overly excited at being interrupted. ‘I have no time to waste.’

“It'll be quick, I swear.” The girl walked into the room, wearing her red college sweatshirt and simple jeans, and even so, she looked stunning. Lily was a little jealous of her.

‘Me, and the Hogwarts Cheerleaders team, are passing by to remind you that applications to join the Team begin today. You need to have a minimal knowledge of ice skating, and be able to train three times a week, and twice a month on Saturdays. In addition to keeping in mind that if chosen, you will have to travel with us when necessary, and participate in our activities off the field.'’ She smiled, looking at everyone there waiting for questions or any interruptions, but when no one raised a hand, she continued;

‘’To apply you just need to talk to me, or any other cheerleader, and fill in the form. The tests will start next week, so you have plenty of time to think about whether you want to or not.” She waited a few more seconds, then smiled at the woman. "Thank you so much, Professor, excuse me." And she left.

Side conversations began, even though Burbage was trying to restrain the students, but Lily didn't care too much, wondering whether or not she should take the test. Of course she didn't have a body like the other girls, their waists looked almost unreal, but she could try, right? It looked so much fun the few times she watched it, and Lily had been balletting as a child until her mid-teens, when she started to put on weight and Petunia kept saying she was getting too fat to dance.

She could at least try. Maybe she couldn't get in, there were probably girls who had trained her entire life for it, Lily knew it was a competitive sport that many took very seriously, but… She could try.

Lily skated really well too, another reason she should try, and-

"You'd think she'd at least be embarrassed to appear in public, but no," Severus whispered, making Lily look at him not quite understanding what he was talking about, having once again become lost in her thoughts. "God, Lily, pay attention!"

‘‘Sorry, I was thinking. Who has to have courage?’’

‘‘Alice. That captain of the cheerleaders. She was seen having sex in the car with one of the players late last year… Such a bitch.” Severus rolled his eyes, looking almost offended by what she had done. ‘‘But what to expect, all are.’’

"I wanted to take the test," Lily whispered, feeling a weight drop in her stomach that made all her courage drain away.

'’Why? Do you want to wear those short skirts and show your ass for a bunch of men to see? And still call it dancing? Christ, Lily, have a little respect for yourself.” He turned forward, not seeming to want to hear her answer, but Lily ignored the movement and continued;

‘But… it looks so cool, and maybe I don't even come in and-’

‘Lils, I'm a man, listen to what I tell you, these girls don't dance because they like it, they dance because they want to have a dick to suck at the end of the day and get something in return; sometimes a higher note, or sometimes just the gratification of having sucked that dick. You're not like them, you don't need that.”

| J . P |

"Look who's here, our Geppetto!" Remus said, a wide grin on his face and the glass of orange juice raised to James, who was now bitterly regretting not having changed after his carpentry practice class.

"Dude, shut up." James chuckled, not even wanting to argue about how old this joke was getting and that they should try harder. "I can't believe we're not joking about the fact that Sirius needs to wear a wig in his class."

"We did, but you were late, mate." Remus seemed indifferent to James' attempt to shift his attention to Sirius, drinking all of his juice before looking at him more closely. "Marlene put makeup on you?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?" He put his hand to his jaw, no longer as purple and sore as it had been on Saturday, but still too disgusting an orange color to show everyone on the first day of his sophomore year. James had a bit of self-esteem even though it kept him from doing that. "It was horrible."

"Yeah, it's not pretty now." Peter pulled James' face to the side, wanting to see more detail, and that made the pain in the back of his neck return. "But it's better than before."

"Peter, my head." James pushed him away, touching where the back of his neck ached and trying to ease some of the pain that was still bothering him. The doctor had said it would hurt for a few more days, but James couldn't take the headaches anymore. "That asshole was lucky I was drunk."

"I still don't understand why he punched you," Sirius said, the pink wig still in his hands, trying to untangle the strands. "The girl said you didn't even touch her."

‘’I didn't touch it. Man, I don't even remember her face, I was trying to stay upright and not pass out right there, there were like ten redheads in front of me.’' He sighed, taking a sip of his own juice and denying it, still not believing he had stopped at the hospital because someone thought he was harassing the girl. "Was he her boyfriend?"

"I think so, but she didn't look too happy about what he'd done to you, so I don't know if they're still together," Remus said.

"Was she beautiful?" James didn't remember much of that night, least of all the details of her face, the only thing he could remember was that she was wearing an all-black outfit and had red hair. Everything else was just a blur in his mind.

"Yeah," Peter smiled. ‘’Was she wearing weird clothes? Yeah. I mean, who wears sweats to a party? But, she was beautiful. Don't you have a class with her?” He glanced at Remus, who looked like he was in another world as he watched a table next to theirs, full of girls chatting and laughing, one in particular standing with her back to them.

‘’Moony, if you keep drooling on Amelia like that, I'll punch you in the face. She kicked your ass, bro, part to another, forget about her.'’

"James, have you ever been in love yet?" James took a deep breath, thinking they would go back to that same subject Remus always brought up every time someone said something about his ex. '’Answer me.'’

"This wasn't love, Moony, it was a trap." James said the same thing every other time, but it was like he spoke to a wall when it came to Remus. It was frustrating. "She betrayed you."

“It was a slip.” He repeated as usual.

‘’Remus, slip was when I mistook James' aunt for his grandmother, and congratulated her on her 90th birthday. That was a slip. What did she do to you,” Sirius dropped his wig and looked at their friend, a tired smile on his face. It was the tenth time they had had that conversation. ‘It was low. She cheated on you the second you quarreled with her, without a second thought. Besides,” He held up a hand, preventing Remus from saying anything. "She never told you, you only knew because her friend felt sorry for you."

"She was going to tell me!"

"Let's not discuss this again." Peter interrupted the fight that was likely to ensue, but even if he hadn't, someone else did for them.

A girl stopped at their table, arms back and cheeks already on fire, she looked like she wanted to get inside a hole instead of being there.

"Hm. I’m sorry..er..." Her low voice was barely heard in the din in the cafeteria, but James was at the end of the table and could hear her speaking. It was the girl from the party, he recognized her sweet voice, her red hair was in a bun and she was wearing a sweatshirt today too, this time it wasn't black but dark blue, and James thought it didn't look comfortable because it wasn't that cold and that fabric seemed to be very thick and warm. ‘I came to apologize.’

"Sorry?" James looked at her, now everyone at the table was silently paying attention to her, and her cheeks got even hotter, which he thought was cute. Her green eyes fell on James, and he hated even more that he was wearing that ridiculous protective clothes.

"For what Sev did," She bit her bottom lip, filling her lungs with air and smiling gently afterwards. "I'm sorry he punched you."

'But…'

"You're not the one who should apologize," Sirius said, sitting at the other end, looking almost as shocked as James. The guy couldn't be such a coward, what did he think they were going to do, punch him up in the middle of the cafeteria?

The girl looked uncomfortable with this, but stayed there, stuffing her hands inside her sweatshirt pocket. ‘‘I know, but… He wasn't coming, but I'm going to feel really bad for not apologizing, because it was my fault, I- ''

"It wasn't your fault," James cut her off, pausing before placing a hand on her arm to soothe whatever was making her nervous. Who knows what her crazy boyfriend would do if he saw James touching her. "It's okay, really."

"You ended up in the hospital." She reminded him, not that James needed it, but he shrugged.

‘’Nothing too serious. And I was drunk, and…” He didn't know what to say, so opting to just smile at her. '’Everything is fine. If it makes you better, apologies accepted.”

"Sorry again, really," The girl said, her hand over her heart and a slightly sad smile on her face, seeming to notice the makeup on his jaw. James nodded, still not quite sure what to say or what to do, and she left.

'’Oh, I knew I knew her boyfriend.’' The four of them looked at the redhead walking back to her table, where three other guys dressed in black were, none of them looking at James' table but the boy next to her didn't look the least bit happy with her attitude, putting an arm around her shoulders in an almost possessive way. "She dates that idiot who tried to fight with Frank."

"Does he fight everyone then?" James continued to stare at her table, a bad feeling burning in his chest. He remembered that she looked so happy when he came to ask about his glasses, but then, now it seemed like there was none of that inside her anymore.

"He doesn't fight, he talks and talks, but when the time comes he runs away." Remus smiled humorlessly, pulling James back to look at him. "Don't want the three of them to come at you, just because one of them is a coward doesn't mean the others are too."

"She looked sad." Peter rambled. "Didn't she look like?"

“Dating a guy like that, who's happy?” James ran a hand through his hair, looking once more at the table the redhead had gone to before giving up and settling down on the bench, putting her image out of his mind and refocusing on Remus, who had turned to face Amelia again.

| L. E |

Lily was nervous, as if she was about to commit a horrible crime, her stomach churning and bile burning in her throat every time she focused her vision on that paper.

It was a mistake, a huge mistake, she shouldn't be there, she didn't even know how she got there. Get out of there Lily! She screamed to herself.

“Need help?” A voice startled her, her heart nearly leapt out of her body, and she ended up dropping the form to the floor, her shaking hands not even good enough to hold the paper. ‘Hey, I’m sorry. Everything is fine?'

"Yes, yes." Lily didn't look at the girl, but she knew who she was; Alice. Severus' voice reverberated in her mind, and she remembered Mulciber - Sev's best friend, who, like Avery, lived with them - saying; "You don't want everyone to think you're a bitch too, do you?" when Lily spoke of her willingness to take the test.

She thought they were wrong, she knew they were wrong, but her mind seemed unable to say anything against it at the time, her body paralyzed, just nodding and going back to eating, even though her hunger was gone.

'’Are you going to sign up?'’ Alice didn't seem to notice that Lily was uncomfortable however, because she went behind the now empty cafeteria table and sat on the bench there, looking at Lily in such a welcoming way that she felt guilty for not looking her in the eye. '’It's fun. We train a lot, but we are a family too, and as some girls are already graduating and leaving, we need new members.’’

"Family?" Lily looked at her, confused, blaming her mind that it was having to deal with the guilt of thinking she was a bitch, and the boys' voices telling her about her having sex in the car.

She's free to do whatever she wants, Lily thought, taking a deep breath.

‘’Yes, we take care of each other and make sure no one feels left out. If you need a house, we have room for you. It's just girls, no boys in there.” Alice took a folder from her purse, it was full of other completed forms, but at the bottom, there was a blank paper. She reached for Lily. "If you want it." She shrugged, and Lily saw it was another form, but this time, to rent a room.

"Oh I don't have to, I live with my boyfriend." Lily felt her cheeks flush, her eyes automatically returning to the team's blank form. Did she want this?

"But if you ever need to, we're always getting a spare room, just in case." Alice smiled. ‘’So having problems with the questions? I know there are many, but we need to know a lot before we call someone in. We've had bad experiences with this.’’

“I'm still wondering whether I'm going to try or not.” Why was she being so kind to her? Alice didn't know what everyone was calling her? Didn't she care?

‘’Do it. The most that can happen is that you won't be accepted.’’

"Yeah…I think it is." Lily nodded, swallowing the ball of nervousness that rose in her throat. "My boyfriend doesn't think I should apply." She didn't know why she'd said that, it just slipped off her tongue without going through her brain first, but as usual, Alice didn't seem to mind.

'’Why not? And you're the one training and dancing, so it's up to you to decide whether you want to or not.” She ran a hand through her brushed hair, and Lily noticed there was a silver ring on her finger. She dated the guy she had sex with in the car? Lily didn't know his name. '’Unless you have labyrinthitis… But, we already had a girl with labyrinthitis on the team, she didn't just participate in the spins, so there's nothing really stopping you from joining us.'’

"Yeah, maybe you're right." Lily took another deep breath, her nervousness lessening a little.

'Sit down.'

"What?" She looked up from her paper, Alice still with that welcoming look from before, but now more attentive.

"Sit down, you've been standing a long time." She did, placing her bag beside her and taking the pen firmly in her hand, signing her name at the top of the sheet, then moving on to the other questions.

Alice was quiet, doing something on her cell phone while Lily concentrated, trying not to show how anxious she was getting at such a silly and simple task. It was like her mind was hazy and the questions started to no longer make sense, Sev's voice telling her that Lily didn't need it because she wasn't like the other girls, making her even more nervous.

"Have you done any dancing yet?" Alice asked, but not taking her eyes off her cell phone.

‘’Ballet. As a child.” Lily glanced at her quickly before turning back to the paper, writing her age and course.

‘’I did artistic gymnastics, but I always wanted to do ballet. It's a very beautiful dance.’’

"Yes, it is." Lily took a deep breath, answering about her schedule and whether she was able to travel out of town during game season.

"I learned to skate when I got to college, Marlene taught me."

"She's also a cheerleader, right?" Alice looked at her, a sweet smile on her lips, then nodded.

"Many say you need to be afraid of her, but that's not true, Marlene is melted butter with the people she likes."

"I hope she likes me." Lily went back to ticking the form, and no, she wasn't using any narcotics or prescription drugs.

"She definitely will," Alive said, and she seemed to speak the truth, winking at Lily and then turning her attention back to her cell phone.