#i feel like im turning into a werewolf rn like head in my hands things are changing within me

[butchjess]

You know what's funny? I think Jess was the only one of Rory's exes that she ever actively Hated. I mean, obviously it didn't last forever, but there was a RAGE there for a while that Rory usually didn't let herself feel. And, yeah, that could also be because he was the one who torched their relationship and left her, whereas I think Rory always kind of blamed HERSELF for the failure of her relationships with Dean and Logan... I suppose you could make an argument that he deserved it more... But I guess my point was that they say that the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Apathy- and Rory has never been able to be Apathetic about Jess, not once. You get the real sense in Season 4 that her feelings for him (still!) are this gaping, hemorrhaging wound that's never been healed or cared for properly, and has only grown more angry and infected. I just think that the depths of her bitterness are a strong indicator of how strong her feelings for him really were. The wretched woundedness in her eyes when he first approaches her at the Firelight Festival! 😫

now this one……… this right here. its not okay. idc what anyone says i will forever love their s4 arc and how messy and painful and wretched and neverending it is for the both of them like oh my god they are never going to escape each other.. everything you said is so so interesting bc YEAH. love just does this sometimes. like is there really any bigger love confession from rory than her admitting she has been obsessing over what jess would say to her if he ever came back that shes been pushing everything down and it keeps coming back up is there any bigger love confession than admitting this one person can hurt you like nobody else can leave you wounded like nobody else can. im like wailing in despair she did look like a wounded animal her big hurt eyes…. even before then. every time she ran into him just. SEEING HIM LOOKING AT HIM its like she can’t breathe when she does it she looks at him in such a strange hurt way. another thing is that i really don’t think rory believed jess when he said i love you. rory’s a very logistical person (with the emotional intelligence of a bag of rocks) she always has been and she’s always defined love in a very specific way, always understood it in a very specific way. and i don’t think she could even understand the breadth of what she felt for jess much less what he felt for her. what she says about dean after they sleep together is so. illuminating it makes me insane. aren’t you glad it happened with someone who really loves me? I CANT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ITS TOO MUCH. EVERYTHING SHE DID WAS ABOUT HIM… all she can understand is that whatever jess has left her with is PAINFUL and that can’t be love it can’t be love when he turns and runs away from her and when he gets in his car and drives away from her and when he shows up out of nowhere and asks her to come with him. I CAN’T HELP IT, I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM. LOVE, HUH? jesus christ.

[miupow]

bro sub txt is like my THING i eat it like bread and butter. i love all forms of it hehe - have some fun power play thoughts

like,, not to be insane on the tl but i was thinking abt crave!gyu earlier and was thinking like - what if the power dynamic was switched but he still kept his bitey personality 👀 ougghh idk how we'd get there but oughh like surprise dom mc jumping gyu and appealing to his baser pride and vanities.

fuckboy tamer mc forcing her rowdy werewolf gyu to submit with her expectations alone and hes all preening under her.

like all this just starts as some game to him; he lets his little pet play a round or two in the big leagues with the big boys. and while hes waiting for you to cow, to submit to him again, hes just fantasizing about it all - how he'd turn it all back around on you and put you in your rightful place: beneath him.

but then it all starts to feel real and his fantasies turn on their head. something about your voice and your presence when you finally fall into your role just calls to his wolf. and to his surprise it starts to feel really good.

his eyes are unexpectedly rolling back as he demands for more, more, more. hands clamped on your hips as he rolls his hips up and into you. you're a moon goddess, his eyes glassy and voice wanton as he keens under you. he's begging for praise, really working for it, but in that gruff, raspy way where he's trying to hold on to whatever power he has left, even though he's the one that's being pulled under. your attention on him feeds his ego like a fire; like you expect the best and will wrench it from him if you have to. but you dont have to, never have too, cause he's too pussy drunk and in too deep to think about anything else but pleasing you.

wuff 🤪

- 🐶 puppy anon

SUB CRAVE GYU???!!!*#&#*!()!)!PQLD

I NEED TO WRITE SUBBY CRAVE GYU RN I WANNA SCREAM I WANNA I WANNA-- WOOF WOOF BARK BARK

putting meanie crave gyu in his place omg <333333 turning him into a eager puppy :( would do anything for praise :( im losing my mind puppy anon i need more i need more i need--

[ddanthedumbass]

Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Author note <3

Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics) 

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. 

I appreciate your support 💞

Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass!

-Arii💕

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You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

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“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

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You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.” 

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?” 

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!” 

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

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You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.” 

“What?” 

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..” 

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,” 

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled. 

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..” 

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”

[shoutogepi]

Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

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You give good writing advice, and I was wondering if you could help me with an issue I have with a story Im writing. What advice cab you give me if Im struggling to decide which plot should I stick with? You see, I had a story/events all written out, but one day BOOM another idea appeared in my mind (you can say I have the same problem that you with creating AUs with my characters) and I love this one so much that Im considering into making it canon but the other idea also had good stuff

I don’t know if I have good writing advice---

But here’s my advice on this as someone who does this all the pecking time

write them both out.

Then decide what fits better. what is more fun. Sometimes you do have to let go of things you really really really wanted to put in.

Like for Moonguaridan my AHIT fancomic, it actually used to follow a vastly different plot back when I was starting chapter one but it’s grown and changed.

I type out chapters as fic chapters before I think of the comic. I have a few I’ve written that will never see the light of day. like there’s a few that seem almost identical but they are different in the way Snatcher/Prince interacts with HK and BK and I’m not sure I’ll even keep that in fully.

Even TLC has a few longgg chapters I’m cutting and never posting because they no longer fit the flow (will I put the ideas back? a few) Like fun fact: Eclipse was meant to reveal she’s a werewolf far sooner than she does (originally the fic was meant to be shorter. But I like building the relationships). However, I like the plot trouble it makes the longer she doesn’t say it. So those chapters need to be severely edited.

Sometimes you let go of an idea and can use it in another spot or for another character down the road. For example I have a set of characters from my first ever story named “Blood Pools” who i stopped work on that project as I was like. 14 and it was a bad supernatural detective story. But I still was attached to the characters and that world. Recently I decided they are gonna show up in Bone Stealer as their worlds are very similar. That’s almost 12 years I had them sitting around (i did draw them a few times but yeah)

But writing it out can help you figure it out.

Sometimes too it’ll help get ideas out that, while cute or angsty or fun, really won’t work even if they seem they will.

I’ve written several “curse” scenes for the nutcracker au that aren’t going to be real; I just love the angst and fluff they can give. I even wrote a scene of Snatcher trying to kiss Eclipse and breaking her nose that won’t go.

I even have entire AUs I’ve scrapped but I wrote them anyway. Or at least scenes. Like my FNAF fic you guys will never get to see.

I call this “exorcising my brain demons”

Also if you are like me for the love of god title things and use folders sob

I’m struggling rn to find a scene i wrote of Snatcher and the minions cussing Vanessa out across the broken bridge and cannot find it.

tl;dr

Just write them both then figure which has the more impactful storytelling. You can reuse the other down the road in another project or work it in somewhere else. If not you at least wrote it and know it won’t work or will work.

Also here’s a snippet from a scrapped version of a chapter of Moon Guardian:

The girls stared up at the prince who was simply smiling and waving until the rift walker was out of sight. He knelt down, “So girls what should we do while we wait for her to return? hmm? Tea? Cookies? Contracts?”

The girls both tensed looking to those shining yellow eyes. They gulped as he kept that, warm, inviting smile on his face as he waited on their response.

“You…” Bow started but he cut her off as he stood up, that smile falling off his face as he inspected his hand.

“Yes. me.” he repeated with a sneer, “I would very much like to know how you managed to shove me back into this.. Flesh suit.” He grimaced, looking down at himself disgusted. “Ugh. I can hear my heart beating and my feet hurt.” he grumbled rubbing his neck. He glared down, “I thought you said it was a walk in the park?”

“Well it is. For us. We don’t exist here.” Hat shrugged, avoiding his gaze, “I mean how would we know you’d.. Become you.” she gestured, “We didn’t think you'd just become some.. Some twink!”

“Excuse me?!” he shouted, causing a few people to turn to the trio. He gave that sweet prince smile, waving at them, “Sorry, Excuse me!” he ushered the girls off to get some privacy, leaning on an alley wall.

He groaned and crossed his arms with a glare, “So how do we fix this without Eclipse learning of my. Humanity?” he asked with a snarl.

The girls gave a confused shrug.

“We’ve never dealt with this!” Bow admitted frazzled, “We’re just time jumpers! We just collect timepieces! Unlike Eclipse we can’t just open and walk through these things!”

He groaned, holding his head in his hands. His perfectly styled hair getting messed up, “This is the pecking worst kiddos.”

I’ve mentioned before there is a chapter where Snatcher does get stuck as Prince again. The actual version is a lot more.. Subtle about how he reacts but also 200% fluffier.

The prince returned and seeing the cream on her face, wiped it off with his hand and a sigh, “Honestly you chide the children for eating messily and yet here you are.” He licked it off his thumb as he watched her change to a bright red.

“D-Don’t do that!” She fumed, “W-what if someone saw?! If Vanessa.” she paled, “D-Do be careful about your actions around women!” She fretted. She wiped at her face, licking the remaining cream from her hands, “L-Let’s go!” She stood up abruptly, redder than a tomato.

He chuckled. Yes, that reaction to the ‘prince’ was a good one. It only proved she couldn’t. Shouldn’t feel anything towards him as Snatcher. He held his chest, trying to calm his heart once more.

So yeah hope this ramble helps

[jamesdeerest]

the worst liar

pairing: remus lupin x reader

request: @blackpinkdolan asked “Can you write something with remus where the reader thinks he is cheating bc he is distancing himself and is gone on the full moon and when the reader asks him why, he gives stupid reasons (wow that was a run on sentence😂)”

notes: i had loads of fun with this request!!

warnings: smol bit of angst, swearing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.3k

“y/n, wait up!” you looked behind you, eyebrow raised as sirius came to a halt in front of you, leaning over and panting for breath. “you,” he put a hand out, “are a hard woman to find. anyway, remus wanted me to tell you that he can’t make it today. and he’s really sorry, too. he’s.... what’s he doing... he’s ill! yes! remus is ill. anyway, bye! i have a snog waiting for me in an empty charms classroom, and, i mean, i can’t let that wait.” you just nodded, ignoring the crushing feeling in your chest as he huffed and ran off again, before turning to holly, your friend, and groaning at her glare. “don’t, holz-” 

“don’t you ‘don’t, holz’ me?! that’s the what, fourth date in a row that he’s cancelled? this isn’t fair on you, y/n. dump the flaky boy, and life will be good!” you sighed, your defense sounding feeble even to you. “i really like him, holly. you heard sirius, he’s ill.” holly snorted, shaking her head. “if you want to lie to yourself, be my guest. i still think you should dump him, anyway.” you swung your arm around holly’s shoulder, squeezing her in a side hug. “hey. if he does it again, i promise you, i’ll break it off. happy?” holly smiled at you, ruffling your hair. “i’m just looking out for you, y/n. i don’t like seeing you sad.”

you kept walking to hogsmeade, meeting up with some of your other friends on the way, but holly pulled you back. “okay number one, you’re coming to the three broomsticks with us, your day is not getting ruined by a stupid boy, and two? i’m sorry, but sirius is the shittiest liar i’ve ever seen,” she grinned, making you burst into laughter. “thanks, holz.” you said, before jumping in the nearest puddle to you, splashing muddy water all over holly’s jeans, and sprinting away cackling. “you bitch, get back here!”

you got back from hogsmeade a couple hours later, cheeks aching from laughing, and the sickly sweet taste of butterbeer still on the tip of your tongue. your good mood dissipated in seconds, however, when you saw your boyfriend, laughing too, and distinctly not ill. when he saw you, a guilty look immediately came over him, and he started to hurry over. you groaned. you just wanted to forget about earlier, and get in the shower- holly more than paid you back for earlier, and people were already eyeing you judgingly. you elbowed holly, grabbed her arm and started walking in the opposite direction to remus, ignoring his calls of your name. holly, mercifully, went along with it, and leaned in as you briskly walked. “any reason we’re like we need to pee?” 

you tried to hide your snort. “i just... don’t want to deal with remus right now. he was clearly lying earlier, and i’ve had enough? you know?” holly grinned, only walking faster. “yes, i know. i’ve been trying to tell you for months. anyways, whilst we’re speedwalking, can we speedwalk to the dorm? i need a shower.” you laughed, agreeing. “yeah, you do. full offense, holz, you stink.” she gasped, shoving you. “says you!”

about an hour later, you had finally got all the mud out your hair. once you had wrapped it up in a towel, you got on some comfy leggings and one of remus’ hoodies, quickly towel-dried your hair so it wasn’t dripping down your back, and headed off to dinner, thoroughly exhausted. plopping yourself down at the y/h table, you had only just started your mac ‘n cheese when remus tapped you on the shoulder. “hey, can we talk?” you barely looked up from your food before replying. “maybe later, i’m really tired.” remus paused, before mumbling an agreement and going back to his friends. holly grinned, squeezing your cheeks. “i love this y/n.” you shook her off, smiling, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your head. it’s fine. you’d talk to him tomorrow.

well, a week had gone by, and you hadn’t said more than two sentences to the boy. you had tried, though, every time he was ‘busy’. funny, that. busy. you know who else seemed to be busy all the time? mary mcdonald. you hadn’t payed much attention to the mousy gryffindor before, but she sure seemed to spend a lot of time around remus. holly was positively fuming, and you couldn’t be bothered to stop her. at least you had been making an effort, but it was always ‘not right now, y/n’, ‘i’ll talk later, y/n’- the list of excuses went on and on. and last night, remus showed up to dinner with a fresh scar on his face! when you asked about it, he brushed it off as he fell down the stairs. likely story. wouldn’t be surprised if mary mcdonald gave him that, during when he was ‘busy’.

you were thoroughly miserable, and holly had had enough. this particular lunchtime, you and a couple friends were hanging around the courtyard, just chatting, when holly walked over, grabbed your arm and dragged you over to where the marauders were sitting. james saw you, paled, saw holly, paled even more, and nudged remus, who jerked upright when he saw you, stumbling over and muttering apologies. however, before you could say anything, holly whipped her hand back and slapped him, right across the face. “you, remus lupin, have some fucking nerve.” remus, bless him, just stared at holly, shocked, while you stepped in between the two. “holly, chill. i’ve got this, alright?” grudgingly, she nodded, and you dragged a stuttering remus back into the castle, and then into an empty classroom. 

perching yourself on one of the desks, you watched as remus shifted awkwardly, the silence palpable. well, you thought, go big or go home. “are you cheating on me with mary mcdonald?”

remus blanked. of all the things he’d planned for you to say, that hadn’t occurred to him. you took his silence as an agreement, and, fighting the tears that threatened to fall any minute, nodded, gulping, and stood up, walking past him. suddenly, remus’ brain turned on again, and he reached out to grab your arm, stopping you. “no. i’m not cheating on you with mary mcdonald. or anyone, for that matter.” relief flooded through you, and you returned to the desk, thinking over your next words, trying to keep composed before- fuck it. you looked up, and remus’ heart ached at your red rimmed eyes. “what’s going on, remus?” 

and just like that, all remus’ excuses that he had planned out for nights on end with peter flew out of his head. “u-um... i’m... taking ballet classes?” his eyes went wide as he realised what he said, wincing at your deadpan face. “try again, remus.”

“i’m doing graffiti in hogsmeade.” what the fuck, remus.

“i’m... training to be a pole dancer!” oh, my merlin- his thoughts cut off as you laughed, before covering your mouth. so much for being composed.

remus took a deep breath, before taking both of your hands in his own. “y/n, i’m... i’m a... i’m a werewolf.” your eyes widened, and for a second his heart stopped. you took a step back. “is that it? god, i thought you were-”

“cheating on you. i know. and i’m sorry for hiding it. i- i didn’t want you to hate me, that’s all.” your face softened, as you rushed forward to hug him. “remus, i could never hate you. so what if you go a little furry once a month? big deal.”

remus laughed, trying to ignore the tears building up. you were really something else. “well, i mean, it kind of is-” 

“remus?”

“mm?”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“yes ma’am.”

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[thedegenerateasexual]

another big old fuckin rape warning jfc

incest warning too i guess? lmao this book

AN ENTIRE FLASHBACK CHAPTER im not ready

four days after the first encounter and kate hasn't made another move - "But she hadn't moved from the lifeguard perch all week, hadn't even spoken to him. She'd just watched him like a hawk, gaze trained on him, as he'd stroked through the water. One by one the other swimmers had left, and he'd remained behind, torn between disappointment that she hadn't done it again, and complete and utter relief that she was staying away from him."

and then she does: "He swam lap after lap beneath her scrutiny. Then, just as he did one last flip-kick and headed for the stairs in the shallow end, he felt the vibration of her approach in the water. And then she was swimming alongside him. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know what else to do except to keep swimming. What was he supposed to do? ... He thought about all those human, adult things that he hadn't done, that she obviously had—get a job, have a car..."

so then they stop swimming, and she takes his hand:

She smiled at him, much more shyly than he would have expected. She looked down, then peered up at him through her lashes.

"What you must think of me," she murmured.

His heart was pounding so hard he was sure that she could hear it. He had no idea what to say to her, and he also had no idea how to get out of the pool without embarrassing himself.

Except . . . he didn't want to get out of the pool. He wanted to kiss her.

"There's something about you," she whispered. "I've been thinking about you all week. I tried to stay away. I mean, you're a student and I'm . . . well, I'm not a teacher. But I'm close. To being a teacher."

She swirled her fingers through the water. "And this really isn't my style, you know? I don't come on to men like this."

Men. She thought of him as a man. He licked his lips, completely tongue-tied.

what kills me about this is that this is what he does in the show when confronted with kate, or other things that make him uncomfortable (jennifer) - when derek can't think of the right thing to say he goes dead fucking silent. he just plain stops talking. & i'm like devasated at the idea that it's a lifelong habit 

and then, this is the most manipulative part:

"I wish you'd say something," she murmured. "I'm kind of dying right about now. I'm sorry if I misread your intentions. I won't bother you again."

His intentions? Misread them? He was baffled. But then he thought about all the looks he had thrown her way. How he'd glanced up at the lifeguard tower every time he'd made a turn to head down the lane. Maybe he had been sending out signals.

THAT'S TEXTBOOK GASLIGHTING JESUS CHRIST HE'S SIXTEEN

it gets worse! she "assumes" he has a girlfriend and pretends to be all shocked when he says he doesn't because he's "so handsome and all" and then says "look this is happening in such an awkward way i dont mean to crowd you im just drawn to you i cant rly explain it" exCUSE me oh my god and then adds "but i don't want you to think i'm just after, well, YOU KNOW" THAT'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE but he's sixteen and never had a girlfriend so he doesn't know any better!!!!

so she asks if he wants to go for coffee and show her around and then adds "we'd have to be careful bc outsiders wouldn't understand" i'm pretty sure they'd understand just fine :///

like i knew it was like this but im still so outraged on his behalf jesus

and he's thinking about how he doesn't know any coffee places in beacon hills bc he spends most of his time out of the community but SHE says:

"I think we're both having the same thought," she murmured. "Privacy."

Privacy, as in being careful not to be seen together while they were hanging out? Or privacy as in . . . oh, God, was she serious?

"So we can get to know each other." She pondered a moment. "Would you think I was too forward if I invited you to my apartment? Just for coffee?"

and he's like panicking running through his options bc he wants to go but he's supposed to meet laura and there's only one car - she offers to drive him home, and oh, wouldn't she just love to know where the hale house is - but eventually he just says he needs to check in with his sister first - and she's like, "laura hale? oh dont be startled i made some discreet inquiries about you" and it doesn't trip his creep radar bc he doesn't have any life experiences but holy fuck that's like right next door to stalking

as an aside i don't like how they use wolf as a verb in this book it's weird - he began to wolf, his eyesight wolfed - like nah. no thanks

uhhhhh so derek asks laura to pick him up in 3 hours and she's like "whats in it for me" and he's like "i wont tell dad i saw you frenching josh" JOSH THEIR COUSIN??

the exact words were josh was peter's sister-in-law's kid

that's, uh

i mean that means peter's brother's kid, then, right? which means laura and derek's blood cousin???? alright then

oh god kate came in the locker room in JUST A TOWEL while he was talking he can't get a minute away from her

laura's like "ur gonna go do something slutty with a human aren't you" THIS IS CONTRADICTING SEASON 1 CANON LOL derek never told anybody about kate! laura is super weird in this book if my 16yo little brother was about to go sleep with a teacher i would never be so chill about it

Oh, sweetie, getting your attention is like shooting fish in a barrel, Kate thought as she drove Derek in her car to her apartment. It was across the street from a bar, which, from her point of view, was convenient for when she wanted to hang out with the grown-ups. She was wearing a pair of jeans, heeled boots, and a black low-cut cashmere sweater. I can practically hear you slobbering. It's like you're a big puppy dog and I am a juicy steak.

this dialogue.......

i wasn't like, having the worst time reading this book, it wasn't actually that bad, but jesus

oh my god

"The thrill of this new hunt raced through her. The euphoria of the chase. She never, ever got tired of dangling herself in front of males of all kinds. It was no accident that in ancient Greece, the deity in charge of the hunt was a goddess—Artemis. Beside her, Derek "Aquaman" Hale had his head resting on the back of the seat and his eyes closed. He was really good-looking. This was not going to be the most difficult thing she'd ever done in her life."

good GOD 

so she offers him a drink, and starts with coffee, but quickly escalates to wine: "I like to have a little something to unwind after I'm at the pool, you know? Lucky thing I live across the street from a bar." She said that to goose him a little, remind him she was a woman, with a woman's needs.

and that he's sixteen.

now she's talking about how she doesn't even know if derek and the hales are the wolf pack she's looking for: She had her orders, but she had to be sure. Kill werewolves, and you were a hero. Kill people, and you were a mass murderer. The group she was involved with had detected werewolf activity in Beacon Hills, and she just had a feeling about the Hales. Of course, there were several other large families in the area that might make up the pack she was seeking. Derek's furtiveness and hesitation might have nothing to do with her assignment. There were reasons other than being a werewolf for not wanting to bring home someone who was way too old for you. It hadn't dawned on him to question the motives of a pretty woman who was coming on to him. He believed what he chose to believe.

apparently she has some tragic backstory w/ this? "Menwerewolves and humanswere so simple. They always assumed you wanted them. Some fat man on a couch burping and watching cage matches? Oh, yeah, you wanted him. A guy who threw you around the room and accused you of cheating on him? Oh, yeah, you wanted him. Like a hole through your heart. But the good one? The one that you really did want? A flash of rage roared through Kate, but she kept it at bay. She could feel it trying to take over, like a wolf scratching at her door. Rage was not her enemy. Rage got the job done. In ancient Greece—land of Lycoan, said to be the first werewolf—men who pissed off the goddess Artemis were ripped to shreds by her hunting dogs. Several times a day, Kate dreamed about ripping various people to shreds. Of course, she never acted on it. She left that for others much less able to control their savagery." see, like, if derek wasn't 16, i could buy bad men in her life leading her to want to use men like this, but derek is a boy and she talks continuously about how innocent he is, so like...no slide

i know i'm just doing a lot of copypasta rn but it speaks for itself: "She watched as Sweetie Derek politely moved a packing carton off her sofa and sat down. What a body. Still boyish, but with the sweet promise of a truly splendid man. If she was right about the Hales, Derek would never become a man. Just as he wasn't really a boy. He was a monster hidden inside a human disguise." that aligns pretty well with the "they're all just a bunch of dumb animals to me" shit she talks in 1.11, also, "Sweetie Derek," this is so horrible

she finally pours them wine and leans against the counter to "give him a view" - "She waited for his response. He was staring at her body. Wanting her. Intimidated by her. She loved it." like this is SO BAD AND EXPLICIT she really does just love that he's young and unsure it's FUCKED

so then we switch to derek pov, and they eat like a light lunch of sandwiches with a long awkward silence, and he does a lot of internal monologuing about how cool it would be if she could come home and meet his family and be her mate

which like...i know how teenagers are but he met her five days ago. tbh real grooming, which is definitely what she's doing, takes longer than that, but i guess we were going for brevity here lol

(in this book derek's dad is the alpha? but in season 3 talia is, so i guess they changed werewolves then to be matriarchial like hunters)

like, she's asking him questions about himself - lucky number, favorite color - she asks him if he believes in fate. he keeps clamming up and she keeps trying to get him to talk so she finally asks about his swimming and he blurts out that there's just so much pressure, even though he can't really tell people about his "double life" and she like IMMEDIATELY responds with "yeah ofc there is hs is so rough like the ppl you have to hang out with some are still like babies and some are all rown up and ready for the real world like you" like...this is classic grooming techniques

and he's like flattered and think she's mega hot but he's also really nervous, and when she leans into his space and asks if he's ready: "He set down his sandwich. His heart was about to burst out of his chest. His body was quivering and trembling. He felt as if he were burning up." and he does say yes so i assume they banged but THANK god the chapter cut to black

[echoequinox]

Daily Write 1/1/2017

A lot of what I’m gonna write is gonna be snippet stuff, probably based on writing prompts I find! I may continue stuff if they get interest from people, or maybe if I just enjoy them or something, dunno. It’s also mostly gonna be pretty gay so be ready for that.

And as with all of my stuff (unless I say specifically in the post) feel free to reblog, like, etc.! As long as you don’t steal it and claim it as your own. :P

There’s the prompt for what I wrote today, as seen below!

Henrietta – Ren – Charles stood outside of the small, creaky house, standing alone amidst several boarded up and condemned houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. The autumn wind was unseasonably chilly, the trees here bare while around town they were blooming and still beautiful shades of red and orange. Somehow, despite the once colorful paint on the old, derelict homes and the hints of where there was once life in the form of abandoned treehouses and swing sets, the neighborhood felt… foreboding.

“You can do this, Ren,” she whispered to herself, breathing into her cupped hands to warm them. “It’s just… it’s just a neighborhood. They’re just rumors.”

Damning rumors, of course. This street, hell, even this part of town was said to be… haunted? Some claimed it was haunted, others spread rumors more akin to a stalking ground for some sort of… creature. The whole town, located not far away in Massachusetts, always felt like an off-brand Salem to Ren, with rumors and stories and mysterious deaths, but never anything truly PARANORMAL to call its own, like its supposedly witch infested cousin.

Even Ren’s own best friend bought into the hype, though she consistently talked him down.

“You can’t SERIOUSLY be wanting to go to THAT side of town!” he had begged only hours prior. “You’ve heard… what people have said!”

“Sure,” she’d responded. “People have also said you’re a werewolf, and Mr. Brown is a witch.”

“You don’t know for sure he’s not,” Lee had said with a wilting smile. “But seriously… you can’t do this, like. Just come over to my house? We’ll play video games or watch Netflix or something.”

And yet… here she was. Alone.

There was something frightening about the neighborhood, to be sure. She paused on the sidewalk outside of the one inhabited house, listening. Whistling wind, creaking boards… but no animals. No birds chirping, no bugs chittering. Maybe that was what was so unnerving.

She pulled her jacket tighter and made her way up the drive, passing the mailbox with the broad, stark letters emblazoned on the side: BLACK.

Charlotte Black. An enigma, a right curiosity at Ren’s school. It made her sick to her stomach. No matter how weird or quiet the girl was, it gave her classmates no right to make fun of her, torment her, steal her things or deface her locker. It was disgusting.

Though, living here… No. No, she wouldn’t let those thoughts get into her head. Charlotte wasn’t some kind of freak to be made fun of, some sideshow curiosity to be prodded and poked for amusement. She was just a girl who went to high school, whose parents had… questionable choice in real estate.

As she climbed the steps, Ren was amazed this house wasn’t condemned with the rest on the street. Some windows were boarded up, others had rustling, moth-ridden curtains that seemed to be decades old. As she watched, shadows moved beyond. Some bizarre thing must be casting… shuddering shadows. Nothing human moved like that.

She stopped, heart nearly beating out of her chest, and closed her eyes tight, clenching her fists. Deep breaths, Ren, she reminded herself. In and out. She took her phone out of her pocket, managing to wrench open one eye to look down at the screen. Her lock screen showed her and Lee taking a silly selfie, and unlocking it showed a single text. “Okay!! :)” She drew in another deep and ragged breath, pocketing the phone and marching up the steps, rapping hard on the door several times.

It seemed to echo through the house, and the wood seemed to groan in response. After a moment, there was a click, and the door inched open, just a tiny bit. Ren blinked, pushing open the door and peering around inside.

This place… had to be condemned. Or at least violating some serious health laws. It looked as if no one had set foot in the living room for years, a thick layer of dust covering everything inside. A few footprints led to and from the door through the dust, and… handprints, barely visible, lined the walls. Why were there HANDPRINTS? And how did… they get so high up the walls?

Her phone buzzed and she cried out, covering her mouth quickly before wrestling the phone out of her pocket.

“Are you there?” Lee’s text read.

“Fucking christ lee yes I’m here,” she responded. “This place is spooky as hell” She shoved the phone in her pocket, steeling herself again and making her way deeper into the house. Part of her wanted to call out, to see if Charlotte was living in this kind of house… and another didn’t want to notify anything living here that WASN’T Charlotte. Her phone buzzed and she cursed.

“No shit its spooky dingdong, its a haunted fucking house. Can you just come home? Please???”

“No, shut up, its fine,” she replied, scowling. “Its all good, you can have my computer if i die if you promise not to bog it down with too much creepy hentai shit”

“Excuse me.” She spun and cried out, dropping her phone, only to see a figure snatch out and catch it before it hit the ground. “Who are you.” She took a step back, the man in the doorway imposing and gaunt. He had straight, black hair, incredibly pale skin, and piercing eyes. His question was more of a statement.

“R-Ren,” she squeaked. “H-Henrietta Charles, um, s-sir,” she managed. He arched an eyebrow, handing her phone back delicately.

“Ren, is it?” he asked. “Follow me.” He moved deeper into the house, and she could swear he wasn’t making any footsteps.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT,” she typed quickly. “I THINK A FUCKING VAMPIRE LIVES HERE???” She pocketed the phone before the man could see anything, and he led her to a doorway leading down into the basement.

“Um, are… we going down there?” she asked. He gave her a short look before descending into the dark. “FOLLOWING HIM INTO THE BASEMENT I GUESS?? HOLY SHIT UHHHHH BRB??” As she sent the text, the screen lit up with a call, showing Lee’s name. She sighed and slid “ignore” before following the man into the basement.

The stairs were… far longer than she expected. At some point, they reached a landing and went the OPPOSITE way, for what should’ve been at least a few more floors. Finally, at the bottom, was an enormous wooden door with a single lock. She felt the phone buzz and glanced at it as the man began to unlock the padlock.

“REN I STG IF YOU DONT COME HOME RN IM CALLING THE COPS IM SERIOUS”

“Its all fine, no worries, see you in a bit” She sent, shuddering and turning off the vibration on her phone before pocketing it for the last time.

“Welcome to our home,” the man said, smirking and opening the door into a large open room. It was a beautifully decorated living room, far more lived in and lavishly decorated than the upstairs. Not a speck of dust in sight, and all the upholstery on the curtains and furniture was stitched immaculately. “Charlotte,” the man called in a surprisingly booming voice. “Your friend is here.”

“Coming!” came a soft voice, followed by a giggle.

“Um, so,” Ren muttered softly. “Are you like… Charlotte’s dad?” The gaunt man raised an eyebrow. “O-or, like, an uncle or… uhh. Caretaker…?”

“I am her adoptive father,” he replied softly, looking away.

“Oh! Okay, cool. Cool.” She fidgeted nervously. “So you like… single dad, or married…?”

“Married,” came a voice to her left, making her jump and cry out. She turned to see another man, larger than the gaunt one, and far more athletically built. He was broad and had light facial hair, the same rusty brown as the hair on his head.

“Oh, my god,” Ren chuckled, clutching her chest. “S-sorry, you just scared the sh- er, I mean, you scared me pretty bad. Sorry.” The brunette man smiled and Charlotte’s adoptive father rolled his eyes.

“My name is Luke, and this is Isaac,” the brunette said, holding out a hand.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, of course,” Ren said, shaking his hand. His grip was ice cold and she shivered lightly at the touch, causing Luke to smile again. “Nice to meet you both.” She paused and rubbed her neck.

“You’re wondering,” Luke smiled.

“H-huh?”

“You can ask,” he shrugged.

“O-oh. Um. Are you vampires?” Luke’s eyes widened and Isaac visibly recoiled.

“What?” Luke asked.

“Oh, um, I mean. The, uh, the pale skin and abandoned house, and like, there were handprints up on the walls?” she pointed upwards, toward the house. “And you guys live in a creepy basement. Uh. Wait, what were you expecting me to ask?”

“Is that why you’re here?” Isaac hissed softly, looming over her. “You think that Charlotte is some sort of… freak? You’ve come to ridicule her like the rest?”

“N-no! God, no!” Ren sputtered, pressing back into her chair. “No, I j-just, was- was wondering and all-”

“If you aren’t here because you think we’re…” Luke shifted uncomfortably. “Vampires… and if you aren’t here to ridicule Charlotte, what are you doing here?” Ren blinked.

“Oh. Um… well, this is… kind of awkward, I guess,” she replied, blushing. “I mean… I was thinking, like, you know, dinner and a movie since the new Star Wars just came out, and like, I saw her doodling the rebel symbol – or, fuck, I hope it was the rebel symbol, it’s gonna be real awkward if she doesn’t like Star Wars, I planned out this whole night around the movie and uh-” She froze, looking up at the two faces staring down at her. “Oh, god, is that okay?”

“You’re here… to take our daughter on a date?” Luke asked.

“Well… yeah,” she chuckled. “I mean… I mean, shit, I hope I read the way she was talking right and that she likes me. Oh god, I didn’t even think of that…”

“And if we are vampires?” Isaac asked, still looming over her, his eyes predatory.

“Well, I mean… you’re kind of scaring me, to be completely honest. Luke is, uh, like less scary. But… what do you mean what if you’re vampires?”

“You’d still want to take her out on a date?” Luke asked.

“Sure? Wait, is she a vampire too? I mean, I guess… I don’t really MIND, as long as I’m not gonna get like, bit or anything. Or… I mean, uh, wait, is she a vampire too?”

“Hey, Ren!” Charlotte said, coming out of one of the doors, grinning. Ren took in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a black jacket over a pink band t-shirt. Ren had never seen her wearing much color before.

“Hey,” Ren grinned, standing. “Are you, uh, all ready to go?”

“Mhm! Ready when you are.”

“Can you wait outside, honey?” Luke said with a smile. “We’d like to talk to Ren for a moment.”

“Okay,” Charlotte nodded, smiling. “You alright with that, Ren?”

“Y-yeah, should be fine,” she smiled as the girl left the room.

“You know NOTHING about Luke and I,” Isaac hissed. “Even if your presumptuous statement of us being vampires had any measure of truth, you’d know nothing of it. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, sir, of course,” she nodded stiffly.

“Loosen up, Isaac,” Luke said, patting the gaunt man on the shoulder. “Do you think your movie will let out by ten?”

“Oh, um, yeah I think it’s out by about 8? Maybe 8:30.”

“Bring her home by 10,” Luke smiled, giving her a smile. “And have fun, alright? If you hurt her…”

“Sir, if I may, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt her,” Ren replied, with all the courage she could muster. For a few long moments, she and Luke shared intense eye contact before he broke into a large grin.

“Good! Go, go. Don’t keep her waiting.” Ren smiled and nodded, bounding up the stairs and to the front door, where Charlotte waited.

“Are we ready?” she smiled brightly.

“Definitely,” Ren smiled, taking Charlotte’s hand in hers.