#i sorta promised i would talk about it next time it was brought up so yey!! hihi

[quin-ns]

Fake Blood (Ethan Landry x Reader)

Word count: 5.6K

Summary: spoiler: the blood isn’t fake. alone in your apartment after your friends had been attacked, you ask ethan to stop by. he does in an unexpected way and you get more than you bargained for

Tags: (18+), friends to lovers, minor violence, knife tw, flirting, making out, virgin!ethan, virgin!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, the ghostface robe stays on during sex, denial ab ethan being a murderer :) (if bad why hot?)

A/N: just watched scream 6 for the first time only a few days ago and couldn’t get this psycho out of my brain (tiktok edits didn’t help lol). timeline might be a little wonky but tbh it’s not relevant. also this follows the theory that ethan did the big apartment attack. I really wasn’t expecting this to be this long but it’s worth it yall I promise

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As much as you liked Mindy, if you knew becoming friends with her would lead to you being integrated into her friend group of past and present serial killer victims, you might’ve thought about asking someone else to partner up with you for a presentation in your film studies class.

When you’d asked her, it was mostly to avoid having to accept an offer from a guy named Jason, who had always stared at you during that class and brought up the ‘Stab’ movies whenever he could (this was before you knew your friends knew him, but you still got a weird vibe from the guy).

She’d been excited to hang out with you after you two gave your presentation, and that’s how you wound up spending most days with her and her tight knit group of friends.

You were probably closest with Mindy, but you liked her brother too. For a guy named Chad, he was actually pretty chill. You got along with Tara as well, who was in a bit of a rebellious phase after being attacked and nearly killed, which you only learned about once they trusted you enough. Her older sister Sam was mostly cool too, but a bit overprotective. There was a gloomy aspect to her, but you supposed it made sense given that she was betrayed by her murderous boyfriend and now the internet peddled theories that blamed her for a series of killings in their home town of Woodsboro.

They had a tight bond, and even though you grew close with each of them, you knew you’d be an outsider. Like Tara and Sam’s roommate Quinn, Mindy’s girlfriend Anika, and Chad’s roommate Ethan. You all had shared multiple conversations about their trust issues. It must’ve been hard to even start to trust people after all that.

Out of all of the other “newcomers” as Mindy once put it, you got along with Ethan the best. He was a little quiet and sorta dorky (which your friends would tease him about a little—all friendly, of course) but he was fun to talk to. You guys liked a lot of the same stuff, including horror movies, and it didn’t hurt that he was cute.

In your opinion, with his curly dark hair and eyes to compliment, the whole “shy guy” thing was part of the appeal.

You wondered if he’d ever make a move, or if he even knew you were curious about him in that way. You wouldn’t go so far to say it was a crush for your ego’s sake, but you wouldn’t send him running off with his tail between his legs like you did with most guys.

Like that guy Jason from film class, who, just before Halloween, was killed alongside his roommate by a masked killer.

“Didn’t he have a thing for you?” Mindy asked you as you were all gathered around the TV, finding out the news together.

You were sitting crammed in a chair next to Ethan since the others had all taken up the couch space. He didn’t seem to mind, but it did unfortunately make it easy for them all to look your way and stare. You didn’t like the attention.

You were in shock at the news, especially when the anchor revealed Jason had also killed your film professor. Ethan pointed that out, saying if the guy was crazy enough to do that he might’ve even gone after you.

“Maybe the killer who killed him did you a favor,” Quinn suggested in response to Ethan.

The thought terrified you. You looked around the group. “Do you guys think he really would’ve hurt me? He seemed weird, not psycho.”

“We talked not that long ago, nothing seemed off,” Tara revealed with a grim look. “He asked if you and Sam were gonna come to the party.”

You hadn’t planned on going—what the hell would’ve happened if you had?

You exchanged a look with Sam, who seemed to have the wheels in her head turning.

You zoned back into the news as the reporter explained the mask found was a ghostface mask—like from the Stab movies. And of course, the actual Woodsboro killings.

“Pack a bag,” Sam told her sister, springing up to move around the apartment building.

Sam and Tara argued, which was a little weird to witness. You tried to sink back into the chair, while Ethan looked at you like he wanted to say something.

Hopefully it wasn’t “get out of the chair” because you didn’t think you could move.

The night ended with you going back to your little apartment alone. Your roommate was out of town and so your anxiety was on high alert.

A lot had happened that night apparently, including Sam and Tara getting attacked in a convenience store and them being questioned by the cops.

As much as you cared about them, you feared what would happen if you were with them.

That’s why the next night when you were invited over, you had been hesitant. A government paper was the perfect excuse, but you had FaceTimed with them so you all could keep an eye on each other.

You sat at your little desk, your laptop opened to work on your paper, and your phone propped up on your cup so you could talk to them hands free.

Apparently everyone was together at the apartment except Ethan, who told you he was studying in the library when you texted to ask him. You responded that you were working on a paper and that if he wanted to come over to keep you company, he could.

You’d spent some time alone with him, but not a lot when you really thought about it. It was always in the group—who were all murder suspects, according to Mindy’s movie rules.

You knew you weren’t the killer, and you had absolutely no motive. The others were still suspicious of you so that hurt a little (maybe that was another reason why you were keeping to yourself), but you did your best to understand that they weren’t just suspicious of you.

Everyone was a suspect, and no one was safe.

You felt even less safe when Mindy said she’d call you back. You didn’t know why she had to hang up so urgently, but you had a feeling it had to do with the emotional conversation Tara and Sam had been having in the background. You couldn’t make out most of it clear so you avoided mentioning it.

You sighed and checked your chat with Ethan. He hasn’t responded to your text. You were getting nervous now that you weren’t video chatting with your other friends anymore and the thought of being home alone didn’t bring you much ease.

You thought about just going over to the Carpenter’s (and Quinn’s) apartment, not wanting to bother Ethan further. Maybe he was ignoring you on purpose.

However, it was a far walk there. You didn’t feel safe making it alone at night—especially with a killer on the loose, likely targeting your friends. If you had a car, maybe, but you were a broke college student who could barely afford a place to live.

You sucked it up and double texted Ethan, this time asking if he could come over and that you were worried.

When he didn’t respond right away, you gave it a few minutes.

A little while longer passed and since you now couldn’t focus on your paper, you tried to call Mindy back. Then Tara. Then Chad. Then Sam. Then Quinn. Then Anika.

Not a single one of them answered.

You took a deep breath. Then, you went to double check that your door was locked.

You tried to call Ethan, but his phone went immediately to voicemail. It must’ve been dead or powered off.

That left no one else to call, and you felt more alone than ever.

You sat down at your desk and tried to focus.

You ended up going to your bedroom, putting on sleep clothes, and watching a comfort show under all your blankets instead, paper completely forgotten.

Your phone dinged from your bedside table and when you looked at it, you saw a message from Ethan. Only a few hours late, but he said he was on his way up.

That was sudden. You tried to not overthink being alone with Ethan too much.

A few moments later, there was a knock at your front door.

You climbed out of bed, not really caring that you were wearing sleep shorts and a baggy shirt. Your friends had seen you go to class in about the same when you had all night study sessions.

When you got to the door, you got a little nervous. But you knew it had to be Ethan, so you tried to push the anxiety aside and unlocked then opened the door.

You were met with shock and horror.

Towering over you in your doorway stood a figure in a black robe… and a ghostface mask.

You tried to slam the door, but the person caught it. You choked on a scream when they shoved their way in, holding a knife. There was a small stain of red on the metal blade and a darker, bigger mass on the robe.

Blood. Blood was red.

You scrambled back and tried to think of where to go. None of the doors in your apartment locked, not even the bathroom door.

Your heart and mind raced and suddenly you were spewing words.

“I don’t know what to say to make you not kill me, but I please don’t,” you rushed out.

The person—the killer—moved closer to you after shutting and locking your front door.

You ran, but there was really nowhere to go. The killer ran too. You tried to lure them to the bathroom and shove them in, but they dodged and had you almost within their grasp.

They didn’t slash the knife, though.

You ran for the front door, but the killer grabbed you by the arm. You were shoved back against your hallway wall and pinned. Your back slammed against the wall, but not hard. They held the knife to your throat—not too close, but it was still there and still kept you frozen.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

The words came out before you could stop them. You internally scolded yourself. That’s the kinda shit the girls who got murdered asked.

There was a laugh, and then a familiar voice.

“I’d never do that.”

By the time the killer reached for the mask and pulled it off, you still hadn’t processed your shock.

“Ethan?” you gawked up at him while he gave you a cheeky smile. He let the mask drop and the hand holding the knife fell to his side.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he said through a smile, excited eyes scanning your face for realization.

“Is this… is this a fucking prank?” you questioned, finally comprehending. “Ethan, what the fuck!?” You shoved him back by his shoulder, admittedly a little pissed. “You’re covered in blood!”

He stayed standing in front of you.

“It’s fake, I promise. It was just a joke,” he reasoned, looking a little guilty. “Y’know, cause Halloween and… alright, maybe my timing isn’t great.”

You scoffed out a laugh at that. “It’s terrible timing. There really is someone after us.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Ethan apologized with a small, apologetic smile. You stared at him, still surprised. He looked so innocent for someone that could pull off, let alone come up with, such a messed up prank.

“Is this where you’ve been? Dressing up to mess with me while there really is a killer after us?” You questioned, raising your brows and crossing your arms.

“Y’know, if there really is a killer after us, we probably shouldn’t let each other die virgins,” Ethan stated in a flirtatious way he easily could’ve played off as a joke. Maybe it was entirely a joke, but you played along in a different direction.

You scoffed. “And you’re just assuming I’m a virgin?”

He shrugged, the long fabric of his costume rustling. “I see how you are with guys. They want you, you never want them.”

“So what, I’m a tease?” you guessed, used to hearing that but a little disappointed to think it would come from him.

“No,” he clarified quickly. “But they’re just never good enough for you and you know that. Like that jerk Jason.”

You cringed a little at the mention of him, and then felt bad about that. The guy had been murdered, after all.

“Don’t say that, he’s dead.”

“So what?” Ethan asked plainly, surprising you a little. “He was a killer too. He could’ve gone after you, you should be grateful to whoever did it.”

You furrowed your brows. He was starting to sound like someone else. “Grateful?”

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to be.” Ethan’s expression as he spoke was one of reassurance. “You could’ve been next, you never know. He was one of those guys who couldn’t take a hint that he was beneath you.”

You had no idea he thought that way about you—that there were men he deemed unworthy. It was enough to distract you from the shift in his demeanor.

“And what? You’re saying you’re one of the guys who’s good enough for me?” you couldn’t help but wonder. You never thought about your dating history (or lack of) like that.

“Hell no,” he said, surprising you yet again. You were expecting a ‘yes’ with the way he was coming onto you all of the sudden, but what he said carried even more of a self-depreciating brand of charm. “But I’m hoping maybe you’ll pity the loser who’s had a hopeless crush on you for a while now and give him a chance.”

“You’re not a loser,” you said before you registered the rest of his words. When you did, you were taken aback at the confession. “But you’re not usually this… bold, Ethan.”

You wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but there was a lot wrong these past few hours.

“What can I say? I’ve been feeling more confident recently.”

You hummed, understanding that in a way.

“Maybe it’s the whole ‘we could die any second��� thing,” you ventured a guess.

He smiled to himself, like you’d just referenced an inside joke you weren’t a part of.

“Could be,” he agreed. He laughed a little and looked down at himself, then met your eyes again. “Sorry about scaring you. It was in poor taste. We both like horror movies… I don’t know, it was stupid.”

You scoffed, but you weren’t really mad anymore.

“I like horror movies, I don’t want to be in one,” you told him, eyeing the knife he held loosely in his right hand. “Is the knife real?”

“What?” Ethan asked, feigning confusion. He lifted the knife and examined it. “This knife?”

“Yeah, that knife,” you parroted back his playful tone. “You said the blood is fake, but is the knife real?”

A devious look crossed Ethan’s face. He held it to your throat slowly, holding it horizontally. You didn’t flinch, much to his pleasure. He seemed almost impressed.

“Gotta be authentic, right?” he mused, eyes flicking to your parted lips as you breathed steadily. “Can I kiss you?”

When his curious eyes looked back at yours, you couldn’t help but notice he still held the knife. The rush of excitement you felt scared you more than the fear of him letting it slip forward.

“What’s the knife for?” you asked with a surge of confidence, taunting him a little. “If I say no?”

Ethan laughed at that. He pulled it back and let it drop to the floor. It clattered against the wood, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. But it wasn’t from fear—it was from anticipation. Maybe your curiosity was a little more than that after all.

“You’re safe with me,” he assured. “Promise.”

His words felt layered, but in a way you couldn’t define.

Perhaps it was his way of saying he’d protect you. Maybe it was strange, especially given his entrance, but you found yourself feeling exactly that with Ethan. Safe.

Nothing was going to hurt you, certainly not him.

“About that kiss…” you started, giving him the indication that he was looking for.

Ethan took the hint and ran with it, lips crashing into yours in the blink of an eye.

His lips were soft, but the kiss was needy and hungry. You tried to move your lips in sync with his, but he was much more dominant.

A joke that you’d never say flashed by about him practicing.

It was easy not to laugh when Ethan’s hand threaded into your hair and his tongue began to explore your mouth.

The leather glove felt strange. It made you pull back a little, which you almost couldn’t do with the way Ethan eagerly chased your swollen lips with his own.

You glanced over his costume again. It looked really legit—when did he have time to get it? Was he actually gonna wear this for Halloween? You swore you remembered him and Chad talking about some other costume he made out of cardboard for the frat party.

Before you could spiral down that path, Ethan pulled the leather gloves off quickly and cast them aside. It was like he could read your mind. Both hands went to your face, pulling you to meet him halfway in another searing kiss.

You didn’t know what was coming over you, but whatever it was was causing arousal to stir in your belly.

You figured out the answer to that pretty quickly.

It was want. You wanted Ethan.

“Is the other offer still on the table?” you uttered softly when you and Ethan had to part for air.

He grinned, unable to contain it.

“Thought there was no way in hell that would work,” Ethan admitted a little breathlessly. “Thought I never stood a chance with you, but I liked you anyway.”

Ethan had a boyish charm about him usually, but now that was combined with a streak of deviance that you finally now noticed.

You weren’t expecting to be as intrigued by it as you were.

“Give yourself a little more credit,” you told Ethan, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch a little. One hand rested on your shoulder and the other fell to hold your hip, tucking under your baggy shirt and rubbing your skin beneath. “You are pretty cute.”

Ethan’s smile only grew, but when you leaned in to kiss him again his lips met yours.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and guided the two of you to the ground with your back leaning against the wall. He was in front of you, on his knees, with you in his lap.

You ran a hand through his curly hair and you guided his lips back to yours. From what he’d revealed, Ethan hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls. It was a damn shame, because the boy was a great kisser.

His hand caressed your thigh as he trailed upward. You gave him a soft sound of encouragement when his fingers found their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Is this okay?” Ethan asked, which made you want to grab him and kiss him again.

“Yeah.”

His hand slid into your shorts and your underwear.

One finger—you guessed middle—pushed inside of you. A small gasp escaped you at the intrusion and he watched your face.

Ethan was making sure the sound wasn’t of pain, which it wasn’t, and you appreciated that.

He withdrew the digit, then pushed in again. He repeated the motion a few more times before adding his index finger.

Ethan’s breathing grew heavy as he felt you squeeze around his fingers. He thrust and curled them inside you with rhythm. He managed to find one pretty quickly. That plus his thumb rubbing at your clit, you were falling apart in mere minutes.

Your brief orgasm rocked your whole body, leaving you clenching his fingers and quivering.

Ethan muttered things to you, but you could hardly hear over the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears.

Your head rested back against the wall as you caught your breath, still trembling from the aftershocks. Ethan withdrew his hand from between your legs and out of your shorts.

Your eyelids felt heavy, but in between slow blinks you saw him lift his fingers to his lips. You watched breathlessly as he placed them into his mouth and moaned at the taste of you.

No words would come out of your mouth, but he took rendering you speechless as a compliment.

“I’ve thought about that,” Ethan started, voice a little ragged. He was watching you, but his hand had moved off to the side. “What you’d look like… what you’d sound like… what you’d taste like.” The awe in his eyes as he spoke left you swooning.

“And?” you managed, sitting up a little straighter.

With the change in your angle, you could feel the bulge in his pants, even though the added layer of the costume he had yet to remove.

“You’re better than I ever imagined,” Ethan finished.

A scrape against the floor alarmed you. You looked to the sound and saw Ethan grabbing the knife off of the floor.

You watched as he brought it between your bodies. He first tucked it through the leg of your shorts, the cold metal sliding against your skin as it caught under your underwear as well. Then, he pointed the sharp side facing out. Finally, he sliced up through the fabric. You gasped a little as the cold air of the room hit your newly exposed skin. He did the same with the other leg, then pulled the tattered material away from your body.

You did the honors of pulling off your shirt. You didn’t have a bra underneath and you almost laughed at the way Ethan gawked at your fully naked body when you cast it aside.

“Your turn,” you told him. You were completely undressed, while he still wore the long, black disguise.

“Actually,” Ethan said a little eerily. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I was thinking I could leave it on?”

It was a question, there was room for you to say no. Maybe you should’ve, it was a little weird. But you weren’t really thinking about that. You were more focused on how badly you wanted Ethan to fuck you, and that clouded your brain.

“As long as you don’t put the mask back on,” you relented in a joking tone.

“You’re so fucking cool,” Ethan rushed out before slamming his lips into yours. The knife was cast aside again—you didn’t see it happen, but both of his hands were on your face.

You laughed a little against his lips, dazed and drunk on arousal. You didn’t really care about the logistics of it.

His hands moved down, but you were distracted by his lips dominating yours.

You heard the sound of his zipper being undone and he moved a little—you guessed shoving his pants down his thighs.

There was no time to look down because in a rush, Ethan was pinning you back against the wall with his body. One hand gripped your waist, holding you in place for him. The other was presumably guiding his cock to your entrance.

You gasped a little against his lips when he started to press forward while simultaneously pulling you down into his lap. The fabric of the costume draped over your thighs, blocking your view.

The stretch of his cock pushing into you was more intense than you could’ve predicted, but your whole body trembled with pleasure at the feel.

Finally, he either got too excited or lost his patience, and guided you down the rest of the way until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ethan cursed to himself, body straining to keep from moving. His head dropped to your shoulder, heavy breaths hitting your neck. He leaned against you, forcing you against the wall.

His cock twitched inside of you and his body tensed, trying to hold back.

You panted slightly, trying to get your breath back. You ran a hand up his back and you felt him shiver. Your hand moved up the back of his neck and into his mess of curls.

You always liked Ethan’s hair.

You gave a small, barely qualifiable tug, but it had an effect. His body jerked, causing him to move inside of you. You gasped a little, but the motion felt good.

He lifted his head to look at you. His face was a little flushed and the lust blown look in his eyes made you quiver.

“You can move,” you whispered out, not trusting your voice.

Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He secured the arm around your waist a little tighter and he put the other hand on the wall, giving himself leverage.

The slow drag of him moving out of you made you gasp for breath. The thrust back in knocked the air out of your lungs.

He set a quick pace after that, hips slamming eagerly into yours as the pleasure and excitement overwhelmed him.

It felt good, really fucking good.

Neither of you knew exactly what you were doing, but you were sure you’d figured it out because your whole body tingled with pleasure.

You cried out his name, which only spurred him on.

In a jarring movement you could hardly track, Ethan dragged you from the wall to the floor. He put himself on top of you, never once withdrawing from inside of you.

He watched your face as he pounded into you. Ethan had more leverage this way, able to grip your hip in one hand while the other held the top half of him off of you by being planted on the floor near your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, which you couldn’t see because the bottom half of your body was covered by the black costume. You hardly paid any attention to that aspect. You didn’t care that he wore it, not when you were this caught up in pleasure.

(In hindsight, you should’ve).

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Ethan breathed out, hips starting the stutter with every thrust.

The knot in your belly started to tighten as he buried himself into you over and over.

You couldn’t speak, your breathing was so labored as you reached to cling to him.

His head dropped down to your shoulder as he allowed more of his body weight to fall onto you. You found yourself enjoying the feel of him truly being on top of you.

You hardly noticed the fake blood smearing onto your bare skin. When you did, you were too gone to care.

You bucked your hips, meeting his stuttering thrusts. He was getting close to his edge and so were you. You moaned beneath him as his forceful thrusts sparked pleasure through your entire body.

“I’m close,” you managed to moan out against his ear.

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan groaned out, cock pulsing inside of you at the thought. He lifted his head enough to be able to watch your face. “Come again for me, please,” he panted out, nearly falling over the edge at the mere anticipation.

The begging was hot, and your body was already ready to give him what he wanted.

You noticed his eyes flicking down your body, seeing the red stains on your skin. That was quickly forgotten by you when your whole body began to tense and quiver. You held onto him tight as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

You didn’t see his eyes linger.

Ethan couldn’t hold it together, not with the way your body tightened around him as your orgasm rocked you.

He collapsed on top of you, holding you against him as his forehead pressed to yours. His eyes were clenched shut as he frantically shoved his hips against yours, burying himself deep. His cock twitched, his whole body shivering as he spilled himself inside of you with a moan.

The sound of him alone was enough to prolong your pleasure as you rode it out, but the extra movement and the feeling of him filling you was an added bonus.

He kissed you hard on the lips, effectively pulling the air from your lungs.

After a moment, he found the strength to roll off of you, only to then drag you to his side.

“I can die a happy man, now,” he joked morbidly.

You shoved him a little by the shoulder like you had before, but not enough to actually make him go anywhere.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you argued weakly.

He flashed you a brief grin. “I meant it as a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes and did you best to laugh it off.

You lost track of how long it took you to move from the floor to your couch. The same thing happened between the time it took for you to get from the couch to your shower.

It was a tiny shower that couldn’t fit two people, so you rinsed off as quick as you could. You were tired, and your legs felt weak, and you knew you’d be sore in a way that would make it hard to keep calm tomorrow.

Whatever he had used for the blood, at least it washed off fast. You were able to finish up in a matter of minutes.

You threw on new pajamas and crawled into your bed, managing to tell Ethan to take however long he wanted and that he could stay over if he wanted.

You found yourself hoping he would.

You were nearly asleep when the shower shut off and Ethan finally joined you in bed. He was only in his boxers and a black t-shirt, which he must’ve been wearing under the costume robe.

A thought nagged at the back of your mind about the costume, wondering why he’d gone through all of that just to mess with you for a minute—albeit a terrifying minute. It didn’t seem like him, but then you remembered you’d only met him a few months ago.

You were so exhausted you fell asleep in his arms, not awake enough to care about all of the weird details. In fact, the only thing you could think about was how much you liked falling asleep with Ethan’s arms around you.

In the morning, you found out your friends had all been attacked.

You showed up with Ethan after the feed on your college’s chat app blew up with images of cops swarming and ambulances outside of Sam, Tara, and Quinn’s apartment.

Mindy seemed relieved to see you, but not so much when she realized Ethan was with you. Maybe she’d cleared you as a suspect in her head.

She yelled at him to stay back, accusing him of being the killer. Nobody was taking Quinn’s death well, but Mindy was especially heartbroken over Anika.

“Stay back!” Mindy yelled at Ethan, who did as she commanded.

Everyone turned on him then, even Chad. Everyone except you. They demanded his alibi.

“How do I know you’re not the killer, roomie,” Chad spit at him, amped up.

“I was with Y/N last night,” Ethan defended, holding his hands up in a small show of innocence, before you could say a word. “We were… preoccupied, alright?”

You wanted to elbow him for how he worded it, he couldn’t have been more obvious if he tried. It might’ve been on purpose, you weren’t sure.

He wasn’t close enough to do that, though, and now all eyes were on you.

“Yeah, he was with me,” you backed Ethan up.

You weren’t going to leave him hanging because it was the truth, but you knew what that implied, and so did your friends. They all shared subtle—but not unnoticeable—looks. Your face felt warm, while Ethan bit back a prideful smile.

“So you guys, um…”

“Chad, stop,” Tara scolded him before he could point out the obvious.

“Point is, we had nothing to do with this,” Ethan stated.

We?

They were suspicious of him, and now he was lumping the two of you together. There were always two killers in the movies—you began to doubt if the alibi would ease their anxiety or only spike it.

You thought back to when he had showed up to your apartment in that costume. He’d scared you, but you accepted it when he told you it was a joke that he mistakenly took too far.

It made you wonder. What if it was him?

If he wanted to hurt you, he easily could’ve. That didn’t seem to be his intention. What was? Seeing how much he could scare you? Get your heart rate up? Seeing if you wouldn’t believe him?

Or was it seeing if he could put the evidence right in front of you and have you ignore it because of a crush?

Fuck. Maybe it was some weird combination of all. Were you that gullible? Or were you overthinking it now?

Your brain struggled to come up with a conclusion.

You wanted to believe Ethan was innocent. You really, really did.

It was easier than believing you had slept with a killer. Or potentially worse, that you had feelings for one.

Ethan gave you a slight, assuring smile.

Your head told you one thing, but your heart told you another.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, but you kept your mouth shut and gave him one back.

[suniix]

04 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | hori talks to miyamura and realizes where she stands. you can’t help but feel guilty because of a promise made long ago.

word count | 2k+

note | i don’t plan on making hori ‘the bad guy’ or have her bully the reader. yes she will be a little upset because miyamura doesn’t like her back but she won’t do anything to the reader. that trope (or wtv it’s called) is way too overused and i don’t like it 🧍‍♀️also i hate this chapter and i can’t wait to finish this series so i can rewrite and edit everything

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A week has passed since the first day of school and things are going smoother than you had initially expected.

Miyamura’s friends had adopted you into their group, though you felt closer to him than to anyone else. Even though they always included you, it felt as if there was a barrier between you and them. During lunch or group projects their conversations would flow naturally, so you’d never say a word unless someone spoke to you first, afraid that you’d make the conversation awkward. Usually it was Miyamura or Tooru who brought you into conversations.

It was to be expected though, it’s the last year of high school; friend groups had already been made and joining any would be a struggle. You were thankful for an easy way into a friend group and were prepared to face all the challenges thrown your way.

Things at home were going well too. You could definitely tell your grandma was happy to have company around the house and you were happy to be with her. You were especially happy about her cooking. Your parents never had time to cook or show you how to so you just stuck with eating out everyday. You also bought some decorations for your new room, which made you feel more comfortable.

As you slipped your shoes on you waved to your grandma goodbye and she reciprocated the action. “Have a good day at school dear.” She smiled.

You thanked her and stepped out of your home. Walking to and from school everyday has made you become familiar with the neighborhood. The first couple of times you almost got lost, but luckily you would find other students with the same uniform and you’d just follow them to school.

As soon as the school came into view your stomach growled. Shit.. I forgot to grab something for breakfast.. you patted your pocket and felt your wallet. Sighing in relief you pull it out and open it, seeing you had enough money to buy something.

Instead of walking straight into the school you take a turn for the school’s cafeteria, praying they were open. As you walked you enjoyed the school’s scenery. Despite being here for a week you haven’t gotten a chance to explore everywhere. Tooru only showed you your classroom and the school cafeteria.

As the doors to the cafeteria came up you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an oval sign hanging from the door with big letters that read ‘open’. You pulled the door open and walked in, feeling cold air hit your cheeks.

The first thing you see is a familiar brown haired girl wearing a gray sweater with her back turned to you; it seemed like she didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t see anyone at the counter, but a vending machine was nearby. Browsing through the limited options you insert your money and press the buttons. Your snack falls and you fish it out from the bottom and slowly walk over to the girl.

“Hori?”

The girl turned to look at you and your suspicions were confirmed. Hori looks at you with mild surprise. “Oh! I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” She motions for you to sit in front of her and you do.

“Hey Hori! And yea, I keep forgetting to change my clock’s batteries so I wake up thinking I’m late but it’s actually super early. I can’t go back to sleep so might as well just head to school.”

Hori nods in understanding and takes a sip of her drink. She is sorta forgetful.. Hori notes.

An awkward silence calls upon the two of you. She awkwardly continues to drink her beverage while you eat your snack. Although you and Hori were part of the same group you never directly interacted with each other.

“So.. you and Miyamura know each other?”

“Mm?” You looked at her confused.

“Even though you just got here, you and Miyamura seem really close. Did you go to the same middle school?” She asks.

You notice how she avoids eye contact and slightly tightens her grip on her drink. Is she jealous?.. You ask yourself. That would explain her odd behavior around you.

“Not really. I ran into him the first day I moved here and he’s my neighbor, so I guess—”

“Wait! You guys are neighbors?” She slammed her drink down in surprise and you slightly jumped, startled by her random outburst.

“Yea? He lives in the apartment complex next to my grandma’s house.”

She hums and brings her drink back up to her lips, continuing to avoid eye contact. Shit, are they together? Does she think I’m trying to get in between them?.. You begin to slightly panic. You didn’t want to start any drama, you had barely been at this school for a week! Miyamura never mentioned anything about being in a relationship, at least nothing you can remember, and you never saw him acting lovey dovey with Hori.

“I’m sorry, are you and Miyamura in a relationship?” You ask timidly.

“What? No.. why are you asking?” She eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to take him from you. We only seem close because he was the first person I talked to, so I guess I just feel closer to him because of that.”

“Ah, I see.”

After that conversation the air seemed a little lighter. Hori no longer seemed as tense as she was before, but instead lost in thought. The two of you sat in a calm silence until the bell rang.

Hori stared at the sky while leaning on the balcony railing outside the classroom. Her thoughts take her back earlier to the conversation she had with you. Although you told her you didn’t know Miyamura that well, she felt there was something going on between the two of you, whether or not you were aware of it. She had questions, but she wasn’t sure you were the right person to ask. The door opened behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, already knowing who joined her outside.

“Are you feeling okay Hori?” Miyamura asked, walking up beside her.

He had noticed she seemed lost in thought all day, something had to be bugging her. He knew about her busy life outside of school, but normally she wouldn’t be this out of it.

“Do you like (Y/n)?”

Miyamura nearly choked on his spit at the sudden question, quickly turning to look at Hori. “Where did this come from?”

“I just feel like.. there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going on between us. It’s just that.. they’re someone that I used to know, someone I cared a lot for.”

Hori turns to look at him, slightly surprised. Although she suspected it she never thought he’d say it out loud. Hearing it made it feel real, like there was really a chance she’d lose him.

“It’s a long story, but.. when I was little, (Y/n) was the first person to walk up to me and become my friend. Then one day they told me their family was moving, but they made a promise to find me again. I doubt they remember me or the promise, but the fact they came back.. it feels nice.”

The look on Miyamura’s face was something she rarely saw. He seemed genuinely happy, hopeful even. The only time she saw him this happy was when they were together, alone. Now he has the exact same expression while talking about you and you’re not even here.

Hori turned away. “Why don’t you tell them?” She doesn’t know why she asked. Maybe she was curious, or maybe she still had hope he was moving on from you.

Miyamura shook his head, “I don’t want to pressure them into anything. If something happens, I want it to happen naturally and not just because they feel the need to fulfill a promise they made years ago.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, spotting you and Tooru laughing about something. Hori followed his stare and tried not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn’t disappointed at either of you, moreso the situation. You two had history, history that left such an impact on Miyamura he waited for years for a chance to see you again.

She could never compete with that.

“Alright, you have to finish the report as a group by the end of class, so start moving!”

Shit! Group work this early in the year? You quickly look around the room to see everyone partnering up with their friends. How well do I know Miyamura’s friends? Would it be weird if I just joined their group? They wouldn’t mind.. right?

A gentle tap on the shoulder broke you out of your thoughts. Turning to your left you see Miyamura smiling at you. “Can I be in your group?” He asks while holding back a laugh, though you don’t understand what’s so funny.

“Sure.” You smile.

The smile on Miyamura’s face remains as he brings his desk up to yours and soon the rest follow without any questions.

“Lend me a pen, Yoshikawa! You don’t need so many pens.”

“Don’t you dare take any of my pens!”

“Did anyone bring the material collections?” Hori asked, sighing when she noticed no one had them.

You watched the group work together while occasionally bickering about random things. Hori assigned everyone a part of the report while also keeping Yoshikawa and Tooru from fighting about pens.

While working you couldn’t help but bask in the atmosphere the group brought. It wasn’t suffocating and there wasn’t a need to keep the conversation going. The conversations they had were short and sweet and didn’t have you overthinking with what to respond with. You let go of your thoughts and let yourself get carried away in the light conversations, enjoying the laughter of the group.

After everything was complete Hori gathered everyone’s part of the report and stapled it together before handing it to the teacher. The five of you relaxed together, mindlessly talking about the newest trends and any new music.

You barely said a word, happy with just watching the group enjoy each other. As you watched the group laugh cheerfully you didn’t notice Miyamura had his eyes on you the whole time.

The end of the day came sooner than you expected.

The group assignment left you feeling a little more connected to the group. Your fears were proven untrue, the group had wordlessly included you in the group project and no conversations turned awkward after you spoke.

By the time you left school the sky was beginning to turn a slight orange. Miyamura walked by your side as the two of you walked towards his bakery, something he had begun to do occasionally after school. Oftentimes it was when he promised to bake you something.

You stare out the window of the bakery, watching as a group of middle schoolers walk past, laughing with each other. You’re lost in thought, not noticing Miyamura had taken a seat in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What?” You turn away from the window to see Miyamura has his full attention on you.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen earlier?” He asks.

“Oh, no not really. It’s just that..” You hesitate, trying to figure out how to formulate your words.

Miyamura says nothing, waiting for you to collect yourself. The whole time his eyes are on you, a gentle smile on his lips. You can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“When I was little, there was this boy. I heard from other kids that he was a loner, so I befriended him. Not long after though I had to move and leave him behind. Every time I hang out with you guys I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve to be happy after I left him alone, you know?” You stare down at the table and fiddle with your fingers. You know Miyamura would disagree with you, but you were still scared.

Miyamura hums, processing what you just said. Part of him was happy, you remembered him! Well, you partially remembered him. If you truly remembered him you would’ve known he was that boy you befriended. Had he really changed so much to the point you didn’t recognize him?

The other part of him felt guilty. He didn’t want you to feel bad for leaving him behind, it wasn’t your fault. The past is in the past and you’re here now in the present with him. You found your way back to him and that’s all that matters.

“I don’t think he’d mind.”

You stop fidgeting with your fingers and look up at him. His eyes are still on you, unwavering. You knew he was right, but hearing him actually say it made you feel better.

“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you to make friends, and I’m sure that by now he’s found his own group of friends, so don’t feel guilty.”

His smile was contagious. You turned to look out the window and see the group of middle schoolers was long gone.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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[heartfullofleeches]

Ngl Adonis’s idea of a first date is kinda romantic. Like- you buried them for me?? Aww stop it im blushing 🤭 now can we eat pastries and make flower crowns in the middle of the night under a wisteria tree with fairy lights and then catch fireflies and look at all the cool moths outside??

-🩷

"Hey.... I got a present for you...."

The butterfly can barely contain his excitement as you unwrap the purple ribbon lacing the gift box's exterior. He's worked so hard to do this right - the perfect start to your budding relationship. The light was just right. He was sure not to burn or undercook everything he made for you. And finally - he brought you to a gift that would make the night a staple in your memory for years to come.

Inside the box was a ring box settled next to a rectangular shape covered by sheets of tissue paper. The ring itself was a jade piece a few shades lighter than Adonis' eyes. Though refurbished, it showed obvious signs of wear. A small crack in the jewelry itself and minor dents in its frame. It was an old, but valued for piece - passed through many generations.

Adonis takes the ring and slides it on your finger, eyes lighting up at its snug fit. "It fits~ Ah.. thank goodness. I only had pictures and that one time you held my hand for reference when I had it resized. I'm so glad it fits.... a important as this ring is to me, I can't wait to see what you'll think of the next surprise. Hurry - we don't have much time."

While you should talk to him about passing off something so important - curiously gets the better of you. You move the tissue paper to find a walkie-talkie at the bottom of the box. Adonis turns it on for you and fiddles with the settles. Static fluctuates from its speaker before crashing to dead silence as it peaks - soft whimpering sounding from the other end.

"H....hello.....is anyone there.....its so dark.... I can't move...it's get hard to breath.....help....me"

Adonis plays with his hair - wings curving in on his hunched figure as he giggles, thinking back fondly on the memory of hours predating your outing. "So... remember when I asked you who you hated the most was? Well... your future husband and the person you'll love most - it's kinda sorta my job to get rid of the negativity in your life. If there's anything you wanna say to them before they die, go ahead. I promise I won't be too jealous."

"Dying of suffocation with your voice being the last thing they hear...."He sighs dreamily. "now I really am jealous."

[cloudninetonine]

Have some sorta whump fic (I think that's what they're called?) because I have had this idea microwaving for a few months

Warnings: Talk of broken arm, description of broken arm and resetting it,

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You’re like a wild animal, is all Wild can think.

You back away from them all, making yourself as big as possible- as loud as you can. Your scream echoes through the trees as it catches the wailing wind from the earlier storm that had left them with this mess- and with you an oddly bent arm that was most certainly broken.

“I promise, it will be quick.”

Warriors promise holds truth, he wouldn’t lie about something so serious. Or would he? Wild knew that to well, he thought about the poor bystander caught up by the black blooded. A pool of crimson surrounded the poor traveler's body, her tears sullying her paling cheeks as dimming eyes focused on that of the Captain as he tightly held her hand in her last few moments.

“It will be okay, everything will be alright.”

Her last breath was something that weighed heavy on the man’s shoulders, Wild knew that all too well.

“You’re a fucking liar, Wars!” Desperate and scratching, Wild knew that your throat felt raw from all the screaming. Impressive how you held out, your refusal to have anyone be near your broken appendage was almost as admirable as it was frustrating. “Stay the fuck away! I’ll deal with it myself!”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Four asks seriously, trying to be the voice of reason, “(Name), we have to reset it.”

“I’ll just drink a red potion!”

“That won’t work, it will just heal uneven-”

Your free hand comes to slam against your temple in your attempt to block out their reason, a screaming repeat of the words “shut up, shut up, shut up!” sliding off your tongue as you backed further and further into the small landslide you have initially fallen from. It wasn’t your fault, the rain had blinded you, they should have stopped earlier but they had trodden on in hopes of finally stopping at the next stable to properly rest.

“The pain is only temporary.” Time’s tone held sympathy but his words certainly didn’t help. “Once we set it, the potion will completely numb the pain-”

The panicked tears in your eyes hurt Wild to a physical point. Your always told him you were afraid of pain, even as that guiding ball of light within his chest you were honest about your distaste for the sensation. Pain was painful, a little bit sucked but a lot of it sucked more- if you could avoid pain then you would, even if it only brought worse consequences, you would do anything to avoid pain.

In this moment, he could tell you were trying to stall as long as you can, but he also knew that if it kept going, then this wouldn’t go anywhere. This needed to be stopped and it needed to be stopped now.

“It’s okay, let’s just gather ourselves.” Hyrule smiled towards you warmly, but the spark in his eyes held something else; he was conspiring, but more from concern than anything else. “We won’t touch your arm, okay?”

Your looked frantic. “What? Why the switch up? What are you doing?”

“Nothing- nothing, I promise.” He stepped forward, his hands glowing gently with the power of his healing as a warm smile grew on his face. “Here, I’ll take some of the pain away, okay?”

“Four said it’ll heal weird-” Indeed and Four was looking at the traveller in an odd way. “What are you doing, Hyrule? What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“You promise?” He went to speak when you reached out your free hand, pinky finger out. “Pinkie promise, right fucking now, do it, Hyrule.”

Hyrule was a good liar. Surprising, being part fairy, but not as surprising when you knew the kind of horrors that laid out back in his time. To lie, cheat and steal was to be safe in his time. To become a trickster was the closest to survival- Hyrule was a trickster. Hyrule had lied, he had cheated and he had stole all in the name of survival. Wild knew that, Legend knew that, a lot of the men here knew that, one too many bonfires would tumble any secrets from a mans lips. 

So, Wild noticed when Hyrule’s other hand came to move behind his back, watched how his fingers crossed over just as he interlaced his pinky into yours. “I promise.”

Wild slipped a little closer, Warriors slipped a little closer and as did Twilight.

Hyrule had moved behind you, your hawk eyes watching every movement of his and not focused as the three other men got closer to you.

Wild hoped you forgave them for this, hoped your forgave him for this betrayal.

“Hyrule, why isn’t it working?” The light hand vanished, his hand still gently hovering but not there- where you needed it. “Link-”

You noticed the others.

And you shrieked.

It wasn’t much of a fight but you certainly did try- some blood dripped carefully down Twilight’s face as he pinned your flailing legs down to the muddy grass below. Wild held your free hand in a tight grip, Hyrule brushing back your hair while Warrior’s held the broken limb carefully, his eyes sad as he watched you with sympathy. 

The five kept back and waited, not wanting to crowd your already panicking self as you sobbed and gagged, bile threatening to fight it’s way out of your throat from fear.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Fuck you, Hyrule! Fuck you!” You wailed, shaking your head desperately, “You promised!  You promised!!!”

“I know.” Warriors gave him a nod and Hyrule brushed some more hair back, “I’m sorry, I’m a liar.”

“You are, you fucking-”

SNAP!

…

You inhaled.

And you screamed.

[almost-blondee]

Hello!

Could you do a social butterfly!Narancia (Jojo) and very introverted Reader?

Like Reader just spends their free time either at home or library. And Narancia is dragged to that library by Fugo, he's just there to grab some books and Narancia is not happy to be there until he sees Reader.

Have a good day!

Lucky Day

Narancia x introverted!reader

Fluff, Day at the library

Word count: 1.4k

So this is my first time doing requests, so hopefully this is okay. I’m worried that i kinda strayed off topic or it’s kinda too all over the place. but hopefully this is somewhat close to what you’d like

Also please don’t mind spelling or grammar error i tried to find them all but i may have missed some, Thank you and enjoy!!!

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“You know Narancia you’re never going to get smarter if you don’t try” Fugo tries to somewhat encourage the other young male. “ugghhhh, i’ve heard this like a million times…” He responds while trudging along. It just so happens that they were on their way to the library to pick up some books for Fugo. However Fugo took it as a chance to pressure the boy to pick up his slack.

“i’m only coming with you cuz’ you promised me some snacks…” Narancia hesitantly added. They were now nearing the library and Narancia was dreading just sitting in there waiting for Fugo, never mind all the useless knowledge he would hear after Fugo picked up his books. Usually when this happened Narancia would sit somewhere in the library and wait while Fugo would find his books. Every so often he would lay his eyes on a certain someone. Narancia didn’t know anything about them, not even their name. He was just so enthralled with watching the way they were. As he was entering the library he caught himself wondering if you would happen to be there. After all it seemed you liked to spend most of your time at the library, you were there every time he was, and that was next to none.

“okay Narancia, just go sit where you usually do, i’ll try to be quick.”

“ yeah sure whatever you say that every time” Narancia mumbles under his breath while walking towards his usual table.

Just as he was about to slouch down into his usual chair, he had noticed that someone was sitting at his table. His first thought was to threaten this person to make them move, that was until you looked up from your book, to see him staring at you. As soon as he realized it was you, the intimidating look on his face disappeared being replaced with a softer one. Narancia thought to himself that he must be the luckiest man alive. He slyly walked to the chair across from you and sat down. You try your hardest to focus back on the book in front of you knowing that talking to strangers wasn’t really your thing. However, you could quite literally feel him staring at you. So, you’d have to look up at some point. So you did exactly that. You slowly brought your eyes up to see his face, shining so bright you’d almost reached for the blinds.

“Hi, I’m Narancia, Nice to meet you! I’ve seen you here lots!” He said almost immediately after you had looked up. Not really expecting him to be so forward you immediately averted your eyes to think of something to say. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t even let you get a thought in and continued talking.

“It seems like you like to come here, is that right? have you ever seen me around. I mean probably not. you’re always pretty focused on the books you’re reading” He borderline shouts at you.

you manage to compose your self.

“ um… yes i have seen you a couple times. Do you also like coming to the library?” You ask at an attempt to make conversation. Truth is, you have seen him around, how could you not, he was always so loud when coming to the library. Very vocally complaining about how long his friend was taking. so you sorta already knew the answer to your question.

“HAHAHA, good one…” Narancia says as he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. “ I’m only here because my buddy Fugo apparently ‘needs someone to come pick up his books with him’. He obnoxiously says while using finger quotations. “oh, i see…” You say, not really knowing how else to respond.

“yup, he always babbling on about how i need to get smarter and actually care about my education yata yata.” He readjusts the way he’s sitting. “ but you know it’s not so bad coming here if i get to see you.” he then throws in a wink, hoping that will win you over.

you were again taken aback by his forwardness and immediately you can feel your face heat up, you don’t do so well with compliments. Especially from someone who you’d like to say was attractive.

“i’m just teasing although i wouldn’t mind if we could meet here more often, just the two of us of course.”

Now thinking to yourself that he is relentless, you can’t help but chuckle at his attempt of flirting. You wouldn’t mind spending sometime with him if it meant getting to know each other better. you had been quite interested in him since you first saw him, wondering why he hated the library so much.

“Um, yeah i’ll have to think on that one. we have only just met.” you say quietly, unsure if he could even hear you.

“Well how about we talk a little more then you can tell me your answer, yeah?” he retorts looking at you like a puppy, if he had a tail you’re sure it would be wagging.

“Okay, sure” you simply say, looking down at your watch. Only now realizing that it was almost time for your shift to start. You say you had about 10 minutes give or take. So you decided to humour the boy sitting across from you.

You watched as he rambled on about something as simple as his favourite snacks, he was basically having a conversation with him self. Expect from the occasional “hmm” “i see” “nice” from you. By the time he was ready to ask you what your favourite snacks were you were slowly packing up and getting ready to leave. Narancia noticed this, and inquired. “ you have somewhere to be?” his eyebrow slightly raising. he was staring at you so intensely you were almost afraid to say yes.

you reluctantly told him that you had a shift at the café down the street and usually came here to kill sometime before clocking in.

“ ooohh, so you work at the café huh, That’s good to know” He now has a huge smile on his face, again you now are looking for the blinds. You had a feeling he was going to be up to no good. “ yes, so i’m sorry to cut our time short, maybe we could talk another time.” you say now starting the motion to get up. By the time you have stood up and slowly made your way to the door Narancia had followed you the whole way. “ So your saying if i see you here next time we could have another chat? Or even better, i could ask you out to someplace more fun?” usually you’d be apposed to such offers however, this boy in front of you seemed to genuinely want to get to know you. You couldn’t let him down now. “ i suppose so yes, that would be okay” you answered. “ i’ll be on my way now. Good bye Narancia.” you swiftly left with your bag in hand. Narancia watched your figure disappear, then realizing he hadn’t even got your name, nor your number. how was he supposed to contact you now? he sadly made his way back to his table, he did slouch down this time, upset that he got so excited he forgot the whole reason he went over to you. Feeling dejected. he rested his head in his hands and decided to wait for Fugo.

A couple minutes later He could hear footsteps, assuming them to be Fugo. He instinctively sighed loud on purpose so he’d ask ‘what’s wrong’.

low and behold Fugo could be heard asking “What’s wrong Narancia, it’s not like you to look so dejected.”

“i fumbled”

“what…” was all Fugo said back with a disgusted look on his face.

“Are you sure you fumbled, this piece of paper tells me differently” That was Fugo for you, quickly figuring out the scenario like nothing.

Narancia whips his head up wondering what paper Fugo is talking about. As he looked at Fugo his eyes flickered down to the paper in between Fugos pointer and middle finger. Clearly in the position to hand it to him.

Narancia grabbed the paper more desperately than he would have liked and Fugo just scoffed.

The note read

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

My name is (y/n) by the way…

Narancia was over the moon, he couldn’t believe he managed to get the number of someone so enthralling. Now he was jumping and hugging Fugo, thanking him for bringing him to the library.

“ Hey Fugo next time can we go to the Café down the street?? what do you think?”

Let’s just say you gained a new regular that day, both at the Cafe and in your life.

almost-blondee

[anothercrisis]

alright consider me attached hook line and sinker for the prikolai agenda <3 do you perhaps....🤲......have any headcanons or thoughts abt them....👉👈

personally I'm attached to the idea of nikolai and price sorta co-parenting gaz <- just finished the 2019 game again and is In The Feels (tm)

Welcome aboard the Prikolai ship! This is your captain speaking. We are presently stumbling our way along, but we’re expecting smooth sailing shortly.

And absolutely I do. BUCKLE IN BABES

(This is going to be a short messy list, because I’ve only had Prikolai for a few days, but there will be more to come the more research I do.)

Nik is the only person Price will allow himself to be truly relaxed around. He trusts Nik that much, to keep an eye so he doesn’t have to. Even when he’s off mission surrounded by his soldiers, even if diligent Ghost is there, Price can’t quiet the part of him that stays alert. But if Nik is with him, he feels safe enough to relax.

Nik fell first, Price fell harder.

Their love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Nik knows how hard Price works and he likes to do whatever he can to lighten the load on Price’s shoulders. Does Price need to get a report from Ghost before he can get some sleep? Okay, Nik makes Price take a few minutes while Nik goes to find Ghost for him. He’ll send Ghost to Price with a bottle of water and a sandwich because who knows when Price ate last. While Price wraps up his workday, Nik makes sure Price has clean comfortable clothes to change into when he gets back to his room, makes sure there’s no clutter in the space that would stress Price out when he was supposed to be relaxing.

They like to take walks together. It helps clear Price’s head and helps Nikolai ground himself after being in the air for an extended period of time.

They’re not much for PDA. They’ll sit next to each other a little too close to be casual. Nik will sometimes put his arm around Price’s waist and sometimes Price will hold Nik’s hand. Price likes to kiss Nik’s cheek and Nik likes to kiss Price’s forehead. Anything more usually happens when they’re alone.

They smoke together. And pick fun about each other’s preferences.

Gaz adopted Nikolai before Nik adopted him. Gaz could see the comfort Nik brought Price and that was enough for him, though he did attempt to give Nik the shovel talk. Which wasn’t easy, because Nik is a big Russian man, intimidating even when his default state is content and comedic. But Nik took it very seriously when Gaz approached the topic, promising him that he had nothing but good intentions with Price.

Price gets hurt more often than Nikolai does. After Price has been forced to medical, Nik will gently assess the bandages himself, locating all the scraps and bruises, just because he likes to keep track of when Price gets hurt where. He also makes sure Price tends to them properly. When Nik gets hurt, Price mothers him like a toddler who’d gotten hurt for the first time, which is hilarious to Nik because Price is smaller than him and he’s adorably angry when he’s worried.

Nik is older and taller than Price, but not by much.

Their relationship crept up on them. They’d been good friends for many years and somewhere along the way started spending more time together, sometimes even on leave. They kinda just woke up one morning and were like, oh we’re together aren’t we.

Legally married, not long after they got together officially. And yes, because they love each other, but the original thought was that they wanted to be the first person contacted if something were to happen to either of them.

Nik wears both their rings when Price is in the field. If he’s piloting the mission, he wears them on the chain of his ID tags beneath his clothes and ignores the fact that he would get into trouble for it.

The 141 boys adopt Nik quietly when they notice something going on between him and Price, but they accept him more loudly when they notice the rings and subtle touches.

Price’s favorite son is Gaz and he won’t admit to it. Nik’s is Soap and he will tell everyone that. They genuinely love all their sons equally.

Price learns bits of Russian from Nikolai. He started asking for translations and lessons when Nik started to speak to him in Russian with this soft, loving look in his eyes. Price eventually uses Russian pet names for Nik, and Nik picks up English ones to use for Price.

Their love is just…soft, quiet most of the time. Their lives are high-intensity, high-risk, and they both find comfort in the steady company of the other’s love.

[hailey-murdock]

She

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader

Warnings: angst, established relationship, sorta infidelity, daydreaming, guilt, break-up, fluff

Summary: Even being in a relationship with someone else Matt can't help daydreaming of another women, you.

WC: 1.K

Other characters: Karen Page

AN: I kinda liked how this turned out, I'm trying out a new type of writing (idfk if that makes sense 😭) anyway, Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated 💓

Matt sat at his desk while Karen went about her errands. He couldn't help but focus on her as she walked by, lost in thought. Karen was beautiful, funny, and so very intelligent. He loved her, but lately, something was missing. It was as if the spark that had once burned so bright between them was now just a smoldering ember, slowly fading away.

And then, as if on cue, Matt's mind drifted to another person. You, and the two of you had been best friends since college. You'd always been there for each other, leaning on one another during the toughest times. And lately, as Matt's relationship with Karen had started to fall apart, you had once again been a source of comfort for him.

In Matt's mind, he imagined your perfect smile, maybe even if your eyes shone when you spoke. He could almost feel your hand in his, the warmth and the connection that he had always felt, even when you were just friends. And as he lost himself in these daydreams, Matt felt a pang of guilt. He knew that he was betraying Karen, the woman he had promised to love forever.

But the more he tried to push away his feelings for you, the stronger they seemed to get. He would try to talk to Karen, to work things out, but his mind would constantly wander back to you. It was like he was addicted, like he couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard he tried.

And then, one day, the guilt became too much. Matt knew that he couldn't keep living like this, lying to Karen and pretending everything was fine. He knew that he needed to break things off, and as much as it hurt, he knew that it was the right thing to do.

When Matt finally mustered up the courage to have that difficult conversation with Karen, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew that it was going to be hard, but he also knew that he needed to follow his heart. And so, with a heavy heart, he ended things with Karen, and for the first time in months, he felt like he was doing what was truly best for him.

But that didn't mean he still felt hurt by his ex relationship with Karen. After all, Matt did love her, but he took some time for himself. The next following weeks Matt found himself thinking about you even more than before. He couldn't help it, he was just so drawn to you. And when he finally worked up the courage to tell you how he felt, he was shocked and delighted to find that you felt the same way. You spent the next few weeks in what felt like a dream, finally able to be together without the weight of guilt and deceit dragging the both of you down.

And as you explored your new relationship, Matt couldn't help but wonder how he had ever let things go so far with Karen in the first place. He knew that he had loved her, but it had never been like this. With you, everything just felt right, like they had always been meant to be together.

He knew that there would still be challenges and that they would need to work to build a strong foundation for your relationship. But for the first time in a long time, Matt felt like he was truly happy.

And as he sat there, holding your hand, he couldn't help but think about the road that had brought you two here. He knew that he had made mistakes, that he had hurt people, and that he had taken the long and winding path to get here. But Matt also knew that it had all been worth it.

Because without those experiences, without those hard-won lessons, he wouldn't be the person he was today. And that person, with all his flaws and all his strengths, was someone who had finally found love and happiness. And that, he knew, was something that was truly worth celebrating.

As time went on, Matt found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He loved your long talks about everything and anything, the way you made him laugh, and the way you always seemed to know exactly what he needed, even when he didn't realize it himself. He knew that he was lucky to have you, and he made sure to tell you every day.

And for your part, you were equally invested in the relationship. You loved the way Matt pushed you to be your best self, and the way he always supported you, no matter what. You were thrilled to have found someone who understood you so well, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship would take you next.

As the months turned to years, you had continued to build a life together, full of love, laughter, and adventure. The two of you traveled the world, trying new foods and experiencing new cultures. Even spending countless weekends exploring your city, trying new restaurants and discovering hidden gems. And through it all, you always found your way back to each other, your hearts full of love and gratitude for all that you had.

As Matt sat there, reflecting on all that had brought you to this moment, he knew that he had found something truly special with you. He had been lucky enough to experience true love, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He knew that he had come a long way, and that he still had a long way to go, but with you by his side, he felt like he could do anything his heart desired.

From that day on, Matt vowed to never take you for granted again. He would do everything in his power to make you happy, to make you feel loved and valued. He knew that nothing could ever compare to the love you had found, and he would cherish it, protect it, and nurture it for the rest of his days.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

Goodbye, my beloved bride.

- Rafayel (love and deepspace) x oc? Sorta

Warnings: sad. Sad. Sad mermaid man stuff. Eternal suffering.

-

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

I promised I wouldn't.

So instead I'm sharing it with this piece of paper in my hand.

When Rafayel left, a deep gash tore my heart into shreds. Agony had clawed at my soul like a caged animal pulling on the bars of it enclosure. That's how I felt watching him leave. Because even though I was there to watch it, I couldn't do anything about it. He wouldn't let me. And despite him knowing I didn't want this. He had left without another word.

Goodbye, my beloved bride.

Goodbye. Goodbye Goodbye.

It wasn't ever really going to be a Goodbye. After all An artists love last forever and when they say goodbye it's to say find me in the next painting you see, look for me in the charcoal smeared on your hands. And so I did. I found Rafayel in every masterpiece I saw. A painting of the ocean. A drawing of a delicate sunflower. The color purple.

Rafayel told me once, that I swayed like a sunflower playing saxophone. I never stopped thinking about it. Everytime someone would say I move too much or I dance strangely, I would think about him and his words and remember his voice.

I miss you so much Raffie. I hope wherever you are in the sea is safe and you are safe. I hope your okay and I hope that the seawater feels like home on your skin. I wish for a moment i could know when you look up at the stars, so that we could look at them again for the last time.

When is the last time going to be the last time?

Why couldn't you have taken me with you? Why did you leave me here to suffer an endless reign of terror that exists within a loop of agony. This endless pain is yet to subside and without you here I fear it may never come to a halt. I did not know you asking me to marry you would lead to eternal suffering in lonesome. Do you still have your ring on?

I must know these things.

I must know if you are happy. I must know if you are at peace. I must know if you still think of me.

I must know.

I just want to tell you that it's all worth it. I hope you know just how much the time we had together meant to me. Your face lit up when we met for the first time. At the pond, the small red fish you held in the net brought out a pink in your cheeks, and your hair was sparkling violet in the summer sun. Your smile was like a shot of pure sunlight straight to the heart.

If I had to tell you one thing. I'd say be safe. Just be happy. Be the best version of yourself no matter how you get there. Take every path you desire so you may reach the life you deserve. And if it is a life away from myself than let it be.

I can only sit by the golden sands and sob at the air as I clutch your paint brush. So worn out and so full of memories. All your line strokes and brushes of blues. All the flicks of gold and wisps of green and white. Each painting you created exists in the bristles. Each single strand is a new masterpiece from your heart.

We are still bonded.

'By the seas and sands, let our fates be held in our hands. In the name of the waves and the tides, let our love be forged forever in time'

I repeated it like a prayer. Like a poem they surgically stitched into my brain. I wanted to scream and cry and tear my hair out and slam chairs against tables and punch holes in the walls. I wanted to tear my lungs out and crush them. I wanted to, no, needed to rip my heart from my body so no person may ever witness it again. Until the day Rafayel returned I would throw my heart into the ocean, to let it it sink and die where my love has gone.

So let this be my plea, o great sea, that when the tides come flooding on the shores of Whitesand Bay that they will bring my beloved back to me. And when they retreat, let them take me.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hi, can i ask for a Vile x Fem!human! Reader Who lost her memorias?

( my english is a little bad)

I'll see what I can do! (Also your english is fine, anon! :D ) Also sorry I made reader more gender neutral, it just happened.

You slowly opened your eyes, wincing a bit at the light in the room, which took some time for your eyes to adjust to. You slowly sat up, looking around the room, before looking down at yourself. You saw that you had several bandages wrapped around your arms, legs, and several other places on your body, including your head. Just what the hell happened?

"Ah, you're finally awake. Didn't think you were gonna make it there." You heard a voice say, making you look up, confused. Just who was this..? He didn't look too familiar to you, or at least, you weren't too sure. You felt like you should know who he is, but you don't.

"Do you have any idea where you are, or who I am?" You took a moment to think about this, before shaking your head ‘no.’

“You really don’t remember? Damn.. that blow to the head may have just… made you lose your memory, Y/n.”

“Is… is that my name..?” You said, flinching a bit as your voice sounded a raspy, like you haven’t talked in a while.

“Yeah, that’s your name. And mine is Vile.”

“Vile… well… how did I get here?”

“I dunno the full story behind it, but I found you out cold on the ground after getting beat up. So I brought you here after getting your injuries treated.” Vile had his arms crossed as he talked to you, staring down at you.

“And how do you know me and my name, Vile..?”

“Ah, that’s a good question, Y/n…” Vile seemed a bit hesitant to answer the question, but sighed and said, “because we were… sort of friends, I guess you could say. You didn’t care that I’m a Maverick, that I could have killed you when we first met. I respected that about you, so I let you live, and uh, we were sorta friends.”

“Friends..?” You tilt your head slightly, but flinched as you did so, holding your head in pain.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself now..!” Vile went over to you and had you lie back down. “Dammit, Y/n… just get some rest for now.” He sighed softly and turned to leave, but stopped as you called out to him.

“…Vile?”

“…what is it, Y/n?” He turned to face you.

“Do you think, once I’m able to move around… we could go back to being friends again? I want to remember you, Vile..” he was quiet for a few moments, before he nodded.

“Alright, alright, but you’ve gotta get rested up first.” You nodded and closed your eyes.

“Sleep well, Y/n.” You could hear him mumble as he left the room, closing the door behind him, and you fell asleep soon after he left the room.

three months have passed since then, and both you and Vile had been spending time together, like he had promised. He tried to help you remember things, but he knew not to push you as he didn't want to hurt you or make things worse. You did slowly start remembering things over the course of time you two had spent together. You remembered your name, a few other personal things about yourself, and that you were indeed best friends with Vile before you lost your memories. And there was one more thing you remembered: your crush on Vile. You had kept it a secret, as you knew there was no way he would love a human like yourself.

"Hello? Y/n?" You flinched a bit as you saw a hand wave in front of your face. You shook your head and looked over to see Vile standing right next to you.

"Sorry about that, I've just been thinking. It's nothing important. Anyways, what were we going to do today?"

"Well now I'm intrigued, but I guess that can wait until later... Oh yeah, remember anything new yet?"

"Oh, no, not really. If I do, I will be sure to let you know, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Now let's go." Vile turned and started walking away, with you right behind him.

"Where are we going?"

"Honestly? I have no clue, just walking."

"Oh, okay then." You were now walking beside him. The two of you walked in silence for a few moments, as if you were just enjoying each other's company.

"Hey, Vile?" You suddenly spoke up, looking over at the Maverick in question.

"What?"

"What do you... think of me? I know you said we were friends before... my incident, but... you didn't really say much about that."

"Oh, uh... Well, it was pretty much like how it is now, just now you have less memories, Y/n."

"I see..."

"Why, did you remember something?"

"Well..." You rubbed the back of your head, unsure if you should actually tell him what you remembered.

"Well, what?"

"Well... I did remember something, but I'm afraid if I tell you, we won't be friends anymore."

"Well now I'm curious..."

"If I tell you, you won't get mad at me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, out with it, Y/n."

"I, uh, remembered my feelings for you. I had, or rather still do have, a crush on you, Vile."

"...What."

"You said you wouldn't get mad!" You looked back at him, worried that you upset him now.

"I'm not mad! I'm just... processing... You like me... Me?"

"Yes... yes, you."

"Well, you know what, Y/n?"

"Yeah..?" Now you were even more worried, bracing yourself for a rejection.

"...I like you too."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"Yes, really. I didn't want to admit it, cause I knew there was no way you would like a Maverick like myself."

"I was afraid to tell you too, as I didn't think you'd like me either, since I am... well, human."

"Tch, well I do like you."

"I'm happy you.. feel the same way. Maybe spending more time with you like this may unlock not only old memories, but create new ones as well."

"That... sounded very cheesy."

"Eh, what can I say? Ya gotta be cheesy sometimes, especially in love."

"Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go... watch (movie title) or destroy something, I don't care."

"Either works for me! Let's go!" With that said, you two took off to spend the rest of the evening together, destroying things and watching movies after. You knew this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship, but you didn't mind at all.

[dudemanauthor]

Dust Makes the Teams Grow Larger

Author's Note: Not gonna lie, this is a bit of an extreme one, with the mental manipulation going on here. Plus, it's very long, so no hard feelings if you bail on this one.

What a day for Jaune to miss class. Jaune was on the tail end of a nasty cold when Monday morning rolled around, and despite his protests, his team insisted that he stay back at the dorm today, promising to bring back notes for him to study from as they left for Dust Studies. He had slept in, hoping it would have him feeling better by the afternoon. However, when he woke up, his scroll had been blown up with a ton of messages all saying roughly the same thing, that the rest of his team, along with Team RWBY, had been in a dust accident. They were all alright, more or less, and there weren’t any side effects that the nurses had noticed, so Jaune didn’t know if there was anything to worry about.

Over the next few days, however, the effects of the dust became plain for everyone to see. The seven affected students had become almost constantly ravenously hungry, spending as much time as possible stuffing their faces in the cafeteria and going into Vale for snacks and fast food when the cafeteria wasn’t available to feed them. It was clear that they didn’t need the food, however, as the seven of them began to pile on the weight at an incredible rate, getting visibly fatter and fatter by the day. They were also starting to act a little funny around each other and Jaune, but Jaune could not put his finger on what exactly they were trying to do, with the seven of them wanting to spend more time with him, offering him food and being really nice to him for some reason. This whole situation was starting to worry Jaune, and once he was over his cold he decided to talk with Ren, who seemed to be the least affected by the dust. Sure, Ren had plumped up too, mostly focused on his rear, thighs and hips, but his flabby body wasn’t quite as large as the girls had gotten so far, as he was just getting to the point of obesity, while the girls were well and truly obese by now.

And so, Ren and Jaune were sat on Jaune’s bed, with Jaune racking his brain for the best way to get his point across honestly, but without being insulting.

“So, uh, Ren, thanks for taking the time to talk with me,” Jaune nervously began.

“Not a problem,” Ren replied in a calm, smooth voice that gave Jaune the confidence that he could keep going without everything going pear-shaped.

“I wanted to talk about what’s happening with the girls, and also sorta with you but not as much,” Jaune continued. “You guys have… well… okay, I have to be honest, you guys are getting fat. You’re almost always eating and you’re putting on weight crazy fast. I’m just worried about you guys. I don’t want you guys getting too out of shape and not being able to be huntsmen anymore.” Ren put a hand on Jaune ‘s shoulder.

“Jaune, I appreciate your concern, but we’re doing fine, even with our extra weight,” Ren said in an attempt to reassure Jaune.

“I… uh… well, yeah, you are, but I’m just worried you guys will keep eating and put on even more weight and then it’ll be a problem. I’m just trying to stop this from getting really bad,” Jaune argued.

“I understand, but you’re worrying too much about it,” Ren replied, leaning in enough that his pudgy body was starting to squash up against Jaune’s athletic frame. Whether Ren noticed or not, Jaune couldn’t tell, but Jaune definitely noticed and it brought him surprisingly nicely to his other point.

“Oh, and… uh… I’m not trying to be mean by saying this, but you guys have been acting weird lately. Okay, maybe not weird, but different. It’s just, ever since you guys got hit by that dust you haven’t been completely, y’know, yourselves,” Jaune carried on. He wasn’t sure, but he got the feeling from Ren that Ren wasn’t exactly paying attention to what he was saying. Instead, Ren was just inching closer and closer to Jaune, his big, soft body was squishing up against the comparatively skinny Jaune. “Uh, Ren?” Jaune said, trying to get Ren’s attention. What he got was Ren leaning in even further.

“Jaune, is our size a problem?” Ren asked softly. Jaune had been so focused on his line of worrying about the dust accident and what it did to his friends that he completely did not expect something like this, and Jaune was thrown for a moment.

“What? No, I don’t have a problem with your sizes,” Jaune eventually spluttered and stuttered out, yet Ren seemed totally unphased by Jaune’s nervousness. In fact, Ren was moving in very close, close enough for Ren to put his hand on Jaune’s leg and close enough for Jaune to smell the shampoo and conditioner that Ren had used for his shower this morning. “Um, uh, is… is that a new conditioner I can smell?” Jaune said before his brain really put any thought into it.

“Do you like it?” Ren asked in a low voice, leaning in enough to make Jaune lean back. Ren didn’t seem to pick up on the message Jaune was trying to give him, and so Ren leaned in further, making Jaune lean back further. Before the pair knew it, Jaune was on his back on the bed and Ren was basically on top of him. When the pair eventually did notice, there was an embarrassed chuckle shared between the two of them. “Sorry Jaune, I didn’t realise you were moving away from me,” Ren said with a soft, nervous smile.

“H-hey, that’s okay Ren,” Jaune reassured. “Oh, uh, wow, you’re pretty warm,” he then let out, the words slipping through his lips unintentionally. His hands sunk into Ren’s soft sides as Ren leant in closer. Jaune wasn’t sure what got into him, but he found himself leaning in closer to Ren, slowly but surely, and Ren was leaning in too with a soft look in his magenta eyes. Before Jaune really knew what he was doing his lips met Ren’s for a quick, gentle kiss. Jaune froze from surprise, but as the kiss went on he didn’t have it in him to complain or break the kiss. Instinctively, his hips began to grind against Ren. Eventually, the pair broke for air, the pair panting and breathing each other’s’ air. “Is… uh… is that your weapon in your pocket, or are you… um… you happy to see me?” Jaune tried to joke. As unconfident in his delivery, Ren still broke into a quiet laugh that made Jaune’s heart flutter. He didn’t know Ren could do that to him, but he liked it. Ren rolled over to the side off of Jaune as sat back up.

“Did you like the kiss?” Ren asked. Jaune nodded as he sat up. “Well, do you want more?” Jaune nodded again, earning another smile from Ren. Ren then moved up to the head of the bed and lay back, slipping his pants down just enough for his cock to be freed. Jaune’s eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t expect Ren’s rigid cock to be so large. In fact, Jaune was feeling a touch lacking in comparison, but he was still very much in the mood for this. Cautiously Jaune moved closer, slowly taking Ren’s cock into his mouth. Jaune didn’t really know what he was doing, but as he began to suck on Ren’s cock, he heard quiet little moans of pleasure. Jaune took it as a sign that he was doing something right and kept on doing what he was doing. Not knowing what to do with his hands, be brought them up to play with Ren’s pudgy belly. Ren’s hands were gripping the sheets as he became louder and louder and as his cock throbbed in Jaune’s mouth. Then, all of a sudden, Ren’s cock began pumping his raspberry tasting seed into Jaune’s mouth. Jaune wasn’t sure what to do in this scenario, but he didn’t want to make a mess so he started to swallow it down as quickly as Ren pumped it out. Before long, Ren had finished and Jaune moved back to kneel on the bed and catch a breath of fresh air. Jaune could feel his pants growing tighter as his cock became erect, and Jaune had the feeling that Ren could tell, based on how Ren’s eyes flicked down to his crotch.

“Was that good?” Ren asked, his voice low and quiet. Jaune nodded, making Ren smile softly. “Good, good. Do you want me to pay you back?” Jaune nodded again, squirming in his spot. Ren shuffled down the bed until he was well into Jaune’s personal space, before reaching down for Jaune’s jeans. He undid Jaune’s belt and fly, sliding it down and letting Jaune’s cock spring out, almost achingly erect and desperate for attention, all the ridges and veins tense and very visible. Jaune’s breath hitched for a moment while Ren reached down. Jaune’s body tensed up as Ren gently closed his hand around Jaune’s cock, before he took a slow, deep breath to calm himself. Ren leant in to lock lips with Jaune as he started jerking Jaune off. While Ren jerked Jaune off, Jaune’s hands went back to Ren’s marshmallow-like belly, since Ren seemed to enjoy it, and it seemed that he was right as Ren began to moan into the kiss. Jaune moaned right back as his cock swelled in Ren’s hand. Quicker than he’d hoped, he felt himself come, his cock heating up as his cum spurted out over Ren’s hand. Jaune didn’t even notice until his orgasm finished and he saw Ren reaching for some tissues.

“Oh, jeez, sorry Ren,” Jaune said immediately.

“Jaune, you don’t need to apologise,” Ren reassured. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Y-yeah, more than I thought I would,” Jaune admitted.

“Would you… like to do this again some time?” Ren asked. Before Jaune answered, he heard his stomach rumble.

“Man, that’s weird. I swear I just ate,” Jaune thought out loud.

“Sounds like time for lunch, don’t you think?” Ren suggested. “I was about to get something to eat too. Why don’t you come with me?” Once the boys were dressed again, they were out of the dorm and down at the cafeteria, both of them getting nice, large lunches to eat.

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Over the next few weeks, Jaune had been finding himself putting on a little bit of weight, not enough to make him overweight but still enough to be noticed by Jaune. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how, and Jaune knew for sure. The girls and Ren had been so insistent on giving Jaune food, and Jaune just didn’t have the heart to say no all the time anymore. He’d accepted the occasional extra meal or two from his friends, and it was starting to show up on his waistline. Sure, it was just a hint of pudge, but Jaune didn’t want to let it get out of hand.

This led Jaune, dressed in a simple set of track pants and a t-shirt, to the run he was on one fine afternoon. Jaune was hardly enjoying the run itself, but he liked how it took him to some of the quieter, more out of the way parts of the Beacon campus that he rarely visited. What he didn’t like was the funny feeling that he was being watched. Whoever or whatever could have been watching him was clearly well hidden, as Jaune couldn’t spot it if it even existed at all.

As Jaune passed through what he thought was an empty corridor, he stopped for a quick break, a chance to stretch and get ready to head back to his team’s dorm room. His scroll had buzzed a moment earlier and apparently, Ren and Nora had finished up in the dorm and it was safe for him to come back. That was another thing that bugged him about the dust accident from about a month ago. He wasn’t sure if it was the case for everyone else, but not long after the accident Ren and Nora seemed to screw each other like rabbits. As much as he wanted to complain, he was hardly in a position to make such a complaint, considering what he had done with Ren a few times already. While Jaune thought this through and was about to start his stretches, a hand appeared next to him, the thick arm attached to it blocking the way ahead. Jaune looked behind him and saw another hand behind him. When he looked to see who was trapping him, he saw a familiar pair of heavy-lidded amber eyes leering at him. At this point that and her bow were all that was familiar about Blake, as she had packed on quite a bit of weight, most of it focusing on her thighs, rear and hips. That’s not to say the rest of her hadn’t grown too, it certainly had, but her rolling belly and coconut sized breasts didn’t compare to the massive lower body she now had. Even the face that sported a lascivious grin had plumped up and was on a second chin now.

“Hey Jaune,” Blake purred, “funny seeing you here.” Jaune went bright red as Blake pressed her fat body up against him, trapping him further.

“Y-yeah, funny coincidence, right,” Jaune said, his voice cracking from nerves. “Just, y’know, running, keeping fit, stuff like that.”

“But Jaune,” Blake said, “you’re already so thin.”

“Well, yeah, compared to you guys,” Jaune retorted, before immediately covering his mouth before he could make things worse.

“You don’t seem to mind,” Blake replied. “Unless that’s not your rock-hard cock pressing against me.” Jaune was already red, yet somehow, he seemed to go even redder. Before he could even attempt to salvage this situation, Blake continued with her merciless flirting. “I could help with that, but first I’ll need you to help me. Kneel,” she ordered. Jaune felt his knees go weak as Blake stepped away, and Jaune was on his knees before he knew what he was doing, staring up at Blake. Blake reached under her fat gut and popped open the fly of her tight white short, unzipping it and slipping her own rigid cock out, before holding up her belly with one hand and putting her hand on Jaune’s head with the other. “Go on Jaune, you’re smart enough to know what to do, don’t you?” Blake asked in a husky voice. Jaune nodded as he looked up at Blake’s cock. He certainly didn’t expect to see that on Blake, but the voice in his head that was confused about it was quickly drowned out. He leaned up, putting his mouth around the hot length while using one hand to jerk Blake off and the other against her meaty thigh to steady himself. It didn’t take long before Jaune started to feel Blake’s cock twitch and swell in his mouth as he kept working. “Ah, Jaune, good boy, keep going,” Blake praised in a breathy voice. Blake began to roll her hips, forcing her cock deeper into Jaune’s mouth. “You can take it, Jaune, I know you can,” Blake moaned. Blake kept going, and Jaune kept sucking until in one sudden moment Blake let out a moan that echoed through the empty corridor. “Gods, Jaune, I’m coming!” Blake let out. Seconds later, Blake’s cock began to pump its sweet seed into Jaune’s mouth. Jaune wasn’t expecting it to taste so good, let alone taste of raspberries like Ren’s, but it was good, so good that he barely even registered when he swallowed Blake’s tasty seed. Jaune definitely wouldn’t mind doing this with Blake again, especially if he was going to get so much praise from Blake as well as enjoying the surprisingly nice taste. Besides, he was already doing it with Ren, what was the worst that could happen from fooling around with someone else.

Less than a minute later, Blake had pumped herself dry and stepped away from Jaune, letting him get back to his feet. Blake then looked down at Jaune’s crotch and smiled.

“Glad to see you need this as much as I do,” Blake teased. Jaune raised an eyebrow before looking down. He instantly spotted the tent he was pitching in his grey sweatpants and moved his hands to cover it.

“S-sorry,” Jaune nervously let out.

“Don’t be, it’s just a natural urge,” Blake reassured as she did her shorts back up. “Besides, I offered to help you with that earlier, and after the wonderful service you gave me it’d be cruel not to return the favour,” Blake continued as she got down on her knees. She reached up for the waistband of Jaune’s workout pants as Jaune fought the urge to try to hold them up. He figured it would be better to deal with this now rather than run back with it being a very visible issue. With Jaune’s cock free, it was already twitching, and Jaune could feel a dull throbbing coming from it. He didn’t feel like he would take much longer to finish, and as soon as his cock passed Blake’s plump, wet lips Jaune knew he was just about at the point of no return. He let out wordless moans and gasps as Blake sucked on Jaune’s cock, her tongue massaging it further. He felt his abs clench as he hit that point where he couldn’t stop himself from coming no matter what.

“B-Blake, I… it’s…,” was all Jaune could get out before he came, his cum shooting from his cock into Blake’s mouth. Not long later, Jaune was finished and Blake slipped his cock out of her mouth, before standing up.

“Hmm, there was a hint of raspberry in there. Just a hint, though. You have a way to go. Let me know when you want to do this again,” Blake said in a sultry tone before she sashayed away down the hall. Jaune admired Blake’s very generous rear as it wobbled with each of Blake’s steps. Once she was gone and he had his pants up, he put some thought into what Blake had said. Did his cum taste like hers, or was there something that would make it more like hers? Would it just be his cum that would become more similar, or would there be other similarities too? Jaune thought these questions over as he went back to his dorm room for a well-needed rest.

---Weiss Schnee had stayed resistant to her own weight gain the longest out of the victims, but as her own body betrayed her and stress from the school work she had built up, Weiss couldn’t help but fatten up. Every inch of her jiggled like jelly with every move, no part of her extensive fat being particularly firm and all of it being soft and easy to sink her hands into. Unfortunately for Weiss, no matter how much food went into her mouth, her stress just would not go down. However, when she heard about what Blake and Ren were doing with Jaune, an idea popped into her head.

Jaune was just barely cresting one hundred kilograms, not quite officially obese but definitely unofficially fat, most of it being bouncy belly fat that only seemed to build despite his attempts to burn it off. When he got an invite from Weiss into her team’s dorm, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but he had ideas of what to hope for. When he entered the dorm there were a few surprises. The first thing he noticed was that the beds were no longer bunk beds and were now four beds on the ground against the far wall, probably the most obvious change to the dorm. The second thing he noticed, somehow, was that Weiss was laying on one of the beds, completely nude with her respectably large boner on full display. Jaune did his best to try not to draw attention to Weiss’ nudity and played it cool.

“So, uh, what happened to the bunks? They seemed pretty cool,” Jaune asked, trying to maintain constant eye contact with Weiss as he slowly crossed the room.

“They had to come down. With our consistent weight gain, they were becoming a safety hazard. One of the few downsides to this glorious bulk. They had to be reinforced too in order to hold us without breaking since apparently, they expected the school to be attended by anorexic twigs exclusively, and not real women with real curves,” Weiss purred, running her hands across her expansive body. That last line felt more like a line from Yang than Weiss, and definitely not natural coming out of Weiss, but Jaune was too nervous to complain.

“Oh, right, cool cool cool, my team had their beds reinforced too since they’ve… uh… been bulking up too,” Jaune explained. Without really intending it, Jaune had crossed over to Weiss’ bed.

“Don’t you… don’t you have any other questions?” Weiss asked awkwardly, shaking her body and making it jiggle, as much as Jaune was trying to ignore it. Of course, despite his best efforts, his body reacted by making his cock erect itself and press against his jeans with a very visible bulge.

“N-nope, don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaune answered, his voice cracking from nerves.

“Well then, perhaps I could… make you an offer. It’s just, things have been so stressful lately, and I’ve heard about what you’ve done with Ren and Blake, and I thought, perhaps, you could do that with me,” Weiss requested. “I-if you do, I can take you to a restaurant! All you can eat!” Weiss added, since the second-long wait for Jaune to answer was too long for her.

“I mean, I’m trying to watch my weight…

“Please Jaune, I need this, a-and it can me multiple restaurant trips,” Weiss interrupted, her neediness clear in her voice. Jaune felt bad letting Weiss be like this, his mind not really letting him consider any other alternatives to being the one to help her out.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Do you mind if I use my mouth?” Jaune asked. Weiss nodded frantically.

“Yes, of course, do whatever you want, I just need to come,” Weiss whined, gripping her sheets tightly. Jaune knelt down in front of Weiss and leant in, taking her hot and needy cock between his lips. All of a sudden, he was glad he had had the experience with Ren and Blake, as he knew what to do to make Weiss feel good. As he went to work, it was immediately clear that he was making Weiss feel very good, as Weiss began to let out long and loud moans, making Jaune wonder if Weiss forgot that she had neighbours. Jaune wasn’t sure if he was just doing a good job or if Weiss really did desperately need this, but within a minute Weiss’ cock was throbbing hard, and seconds later Weiss’ come began to pump out as a torrent of a raspberry flavoured thick liquid. Jaune savoured the taste and sucked Weiss dry as she flopped back down onto her bed, making her whole body bounce and wobble like jelly as she let out the last gasps and moans of unbridled pleasure. Then, as quickly as Weiss came, she was done and Jaune was up off his knees, doing the best to try and ignore how badly he needed to come now.

“So, uh, feeling better?” Jaune asked the blissful Weiss. Weiss nodded slowly.

“Keep this up, maybe you could become Jaune Schnee someday,” Weiss breathed. Before Jaune could answer, Weiss held up a finger. “But, that can only happen if you stop trying to lose weight. I don’t want a skinny significant other, I want one as big as me, if not bigger. Bigger is a much better look, wouldn’t you agree?” Weiss asked. Jaune fidgeted over the answer for a moment, before eventually coming to an answer.

“Yeah, I guess I can stop for you, and probably the rest of them. Guess you guys really think bigger is better, huh?”

---

“C’mon Jaune, you’ll never get big and strong at this rate,” Nora shouted at Jaune as he lay on his bed, a bowl on his bedside table. If anyone knew anything about big and strong, Nora was one of those people. The effects of the dust on her and her diet had made given her a big and round body, a body as big as her personality. Nora was always a big eater, only now it actually had an effect on her body. Of course, even though Nora’s body was laden with thick layers of dense fat she was still one of the strongest people at Beacon, with the claim that she can bench five times her own weight still very much holding true, making alternative forms of weight lifting necessary in order to actually challenge the now heavyweight Nora. Every part of Nora had fattened up fairly evenly, but her arms and legs appeared to have gotten the bulk of the weight even though a decent amount of that weight was muscle and not fat.

Jaune, meanwhile, had also been putting on more weight. He was no longer on the edge of obesity, he was definitely obese by now. Sure, there was some muscle on his frame, but Jaune’s figure was dominated by fat. He was growing a second chin of fat by now, his round belly was starting to block his view of his feet, his soft chest began to bounce as he moved and his thick thighs were beginning to rub together when he walked. He had shot through a few sizes of a couple of uniform sizes and he knew that trying to fight it was a losing battle. That was why he had turned to Nora, who was doing fantastically despite her own massive weight gain and why he had a mammoth bowl of hearty and thick beef stew in front of him. Jaune had managed to push his way through the first three-quarters of it, but the last quarter was too much for him to even think about as he groaned.

“Too full,” Jaune let out. Nora pursed her lips in thought as she folded her arms over her bountiful breasts. Then, a sudden realisation came to her.

“Ooh, I’ve got an idea! Me and Ren are always starving after sex, so if we have sex, I bet you’ll be hungry enough to finish your food,” Nora reasoned.

“Well… I mean, maybe, but aren’t you and Ren… y’know…” Jaune responded.

“What about you and Ren?” Nora retorted, a smug grin on her face. “Or you and Blake, or you and Weiss…”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jaune gave in. “Just, y’know, be gentle.”

“C’mon Jaune, like I’d not be gentle. I sleep with Ren, I gotta be gentle with that softy, especially with what I’m packing,” Nora attempted to reassure as she undid her skirt and dropped it and her panties. Jaune’s eyes bugged wide open as he saw the monster between Nora’s meaty legs. Jaune had never seen a cock as big as that in his entire life. Sure, his wasn’t bad, and the ones of the other people he’d fooled around with were fairly large, but Nora’s was massive. As she lubed it up and waddled over to him, Jaune quickly shuffled out of his pants, revealing his plump rear. Jaune tried to roll over onto his front, but his stuffed belly made that prospect literally uncomfortable, so he lay on his side. Nora still had easy access and slid his cock into Jaune’s ass. If it was big just looking at it, it was even bigger inside of him. Jaune whimpered and moaned as Nora rolled her hips and gently fucked him. “Y’know, seeing you eat all that food really got me all heated up, so I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” Nora said in a husky tone before letting out a low moan. “S-see, that’s what I mean. I just had to fuck that fat ass of yours. Can’t wait until it’s b…” Nora tried to continue before her cock began to throb and she felt herself passing the point of no return. She began to grunt and moan, and before very long she was coming in Jaune’s ass, pumping it full of her cum. All Jaune could do was moan away as Nora finished inside him. When she finished, he suddenly felt hungry again, as well as being unfathomably horny. He grabbed the bowl and powered through the last of it in seconds. “See, told ya so,” Nora bragged.

“Y-yeah, totally right, gotta shower now,” Jaune said, shooting off the bathroom, his cock hard as a diamond. He tossed his sweatshirt by the door, turned on the shower, not caring about the temperature, and began furiously jerking himself off as if it was a desperate need. If this was going to keep happening whenever Nora helped him eat more, he was going to have to get used to this.

---

One thing that Jaune noticed about his time spent with Yang, is that ever since the dust accident and she stated plumping up, she always seemed to want him on her lap to bounce. At first, Jaune was naïve and just thought Yang was being cute, but over time, as she became more forceful and he became more experience with what the dust had done to its victims, Jaune realised that this was how Yang showed what she really wanted to do to Jaune. Jaune also noticed that him plumping up was connected to her becoming more forceful in getting him on her lap. Over time, there was less and less free lap as Yang piled on the weight, but she just pulled him in further and squished him against her body. What caused the biggest issue here was Yang’s massive breasts, which had grown so large, large enough to give her the biggest breasts in Beacon by a fair margin, that Yang couldn’t even reach all the way around them anymore and she needed to custom order her bras in order to have something to keep her decent. Of course, not everything could be perfectly customised to fit her, and that included her uniform. It fit the rest of her just fine, but her top was no good at covering and containing her giant chest, meaning that she had to leave a few buttons undone and expose her deep, cavernous cleavage and a hint of her bra in order to not end up exploding out of her shirt every time she took a breath too deep. This made her the centre of attention in almost every room she was in, and it left Jaune incredible flustered after spending time on her lap, having to leave while covering his crotch and raging erection.

All of this culminated in one especially dull Grimm Studies lesson. Professor Port was droning on and on about all the unnecessary and unimportant details of tracking Grimm, which he had already covered in the lesson before. To alleviate her boredom, Yang picked Jaune up and popped him on her lap. Surprisingly, though, Yang didn’t bounce the obese boy. Jaune didn’t know what she actually was doing, so she enjoyed the comfort of leaning back into the feathery soft body of Yang. This was when he noticed how he had almost caught up to Yang in terms of his size. They both needed around a seat and a half in class now, as did most of the people that were affected by the dust. Most of the time Jaune would be worried about how he was almost as big as the girls and Ren, but right now, as he lay back and enjoyed Yang’s fluffy body, he couldn’t really find it in himself to worry about anything.

That was when Jaune noticed a long, hard length pressing up against his rear. He felt Yang lean in even closer than before whispering in his ear.

“So, big boy, wanna come back to my dorm after class? I promise you’ll enjoy it,” Yang teased, sending a shiver down Jaune’s spine. He had to fight to keep his cool as he silently nodded, agreeing to Yang’s offer. “Good boy,” she whispered as she began slowly bouncing him on her knee and he found his pants getting a little tighter.

One agonisingly long class later, and Yang was dragging Jaune by the hand up to Team RWBY’s dorm. Yang sat Jaune down on her bed as she slowly started undoing the buttons on her top, tossing her jacket and vest aside, leaving just her white school blouse.

“Ah, feels so good to get out of a shirt,” Yang said, sighing with relief as each button popped open, revealing the vast expanses of pale flesh beneath it as her white uniform shirt hung open, as well as the gigantic purple lacy bra she wore to contain and support her humungous boulder-like breasts.

“Uh, c-cute bra,” Jaune nervously let out. Yang chuckled sweetly at Jaune’s comment.

“Aw, you’re pretty cute too. And as nice as this bra is, it’s a shame it’s already starting to dig in. Gonna have to custom order a bigger one already, and I only just got this one,” Yang said, not sounding too cut up about the issue. “Say, speaking of my bra, don’t suppose you could help a babe out and undo it for me, would ya?” Yang teasingly asked as she shot him a cheeky wink. Not needing any further convincing, Jaune hopped up as Yang spun around, showing Jaune her back. With only a hint of struggle, Jaune managed to free Yang of her bra. Yang caught her giant breasts as they spilt out of her hands as Jaune instinctively began to massage the red marks on Yang’s back where her bra squeezed her fat flesh. “While you’re up, mind getting me out of my skirt and panties? It’s a little hard for me to show you a good time with that still on?” Yang asked again. Again, Jaune agreed, quickly undoing Yang’s uniform skirt and letting it fall to the floor, before tugging Yang’s plain purple panties over her expansive rear and letting that fall to the floor too, leaving Yang in just her open blouse and thigh-high socks.

“So, uh, I guess I’m a little overdressed, aren’t I?” Jaune joked.

“You sure are, handsome. Do me a favour and start stripping,” Yang ordered as she turned back around, giving Jaune a full-frontal view of Yang’s massive body. Of course, once Jaune stripped completely nude out of his uniform, it was clear he was pretty big himself. While he was getting changed, Yang was busy lubing up her generous cock.

“Th-that’s bigger than I expected,” Jaune blurted out.

“Oh? Well Nora told me how well you can take her behemoth, so I think you can handle mine just fine,” Yang purred, leering at Jaune with heavy-lidded eyes. Yang stepped up to Jaune and bumped her big, soft body into Jaune’s firm pot belly, sending him tumbling back onto the creaky bed. “And before you say it, don’t worry, my bed got reinforced when the rest of the team reinforced theirs. No need to worry about that fat ass of yours breaking my bed,” Yang growled as she threw Jaune’s legs over her shoulders and slotted her cock into Jaune’s ass, pulling a yelping moan from Jaune’s lips. As Yang gripped Jaune’s wide hips and thrust into Jaune, Jaune couldn’t even look up at Yang, as her breasts completely blocked his view of her. Still, Jaune knew how to spice things up, which he did as he began to massage and squeeze Yang’s enormous breasts, making Yang moan along with him. It only got better when Jaune realised that their obese bodies pressed together in just the right spot that his cock was being jerked off by the pair’s fat.

It wasn’t long before Jaune could feel Yang’s cock begin to swell and throb in his ass, and not a moment too soon, as he was feeling close to his limit too.

“You better take all of this,” Yang growled, before letting out a long, loud moan as she came, pumping cum into Jaune with every throb. Right on cue, Jaune came with her, blowing his load over their bellies, not that either of them noticed anything but the scent of raspberries. Eventually, the pair finished coming and extracted themselves from each other’s embrace and caught their breath laying on the bed next to each other on the creaky bed.

“Uh, how reinforced did you say your bed was?” Jaune nervously asked as the bed creaked with each move. Yang shrugged.

“It holds me and other folks, so it’s not like we’re gonna break it,” Yang dismissed, before sitting up, her massive breasts spilling down on to her belly as she finally noticed the patch of cum on both of their bellies. “I’d offer to shower with you, but I don’t think we’d both fit. Heck, I barely fit on my own nowadays.”

“Don’t worry, I can just shoot across the hall and use mine,” Jaune reassured before his vast rumbling stomach interrupted him. “Say, after we shower, wanna hit the cafeteria for an early dinner?”

“Eh, sure, I can go back for a second dinner with the team later,” Yang said, before hauling herself up to her feet. “Besides, you could do with some food. That ass ain’t gonna grow itself,” Yang added with a wink.

---

By now, Jaune was undoubtedly massive and continuing to get bigger by the day. His weight soared, his weigh-ins needing help from someone else in order to read the scale, as his massive spherical belly blocked his view no matter what he tried. It was this belly that had caught the attention of Ruby. Unlike most of the others caught in the dust accident, Ruby wasn’t trying to have sex with Jaune. Most of the pair’s time spent together was just relaxing together playing video games and snacking. Ruby was very generous with the snacks, both for herself and for Jaune, adding on to the mountain of food offered to Jaune every day.

This led to one evening when the rest of Team JNPR was out of the room and Ruby had come over to hang out with Jaune. Ruby was in her pyjamas, a sized-up version of her old version that was still not large enough to cover her expansive belly, meaning that Ruby didn’t even bother and just let her top cover her chest and nothing else. Her tank top was still definitely on the small side, nearly skin tight around her wide rear, chunky thighs and plush chest, but her belly was massive, not just compared to the rest of her body, but compared to everyone else, with Ruby’s waistline being one of the biggest around. Jaune, meanwhile, wasn’t able to keep his old pyjamas, as not even the stretchy fabric of his onesie could stand against his increasingly vast body. For the sake of comfort, Jaune decided to go with a simple pair of blue and white striped flannel pyjama pants and no shirt, meaning that the only thing his giant pale belly, which looked permanently like Jaune had swallowed a yoga ball and looking even more like that when he was stuffed, had to deal with was the elastic waistband that it hung over. As Ruby came into the room, her arms laden with cookie packets, she couldn’t help but grin at Jaune as she admired the view. She set the cookies down on the bed and the pair sat themselves down. While Jaune had had his bed reinforced, just like his teammates, he still got nervous when the two of them put their weight on the bed, and it wasn’t helped by the concerningly loud creaking that the bed made as they weighed it down and shuffled into position. Ruby cracked open a cookie packet for each of them, handing one to Jaune and having the other for herself as she nestled in against the ball of blubber that was Jaune’s belly.

“Heh, you really seem to like my belly,” Jaune commented. ��Y’know, I still haven’t figured out why you like it.” Ruby sat up a little more, turning to face Jaune while still resting on his pillow belly.

“It’s so big and squishy, how could I not love it?” Ruby asked as if it was the most obvious response in the world. Jaune chuckled nervously as Ruby squeezed his belly. If Ruby, probably one of the nicest people he had ever met, was mentioning it, he was clearly very big.

“I-I mean, isn’t yours bigger? And maybe Pyrrha’s, I’m not sure,” Jaune replied, unconsciously working his way through his cookies. Back in the day, he would have been terrified of saying something like that to anyone, but it was clear that everyone who had been affected by the dust was not just accepting but also welcoming how fat they had become. For all Jaune knew, Ruby might even have taken his comment as a compliment.

“Ooh, Pyrrha’s a toughie. Everything about her is big, so her belly doesn’t look that big, meanwhile, me and you ended up with all our fat focused around our bellies, so it looks bigger because everything else is comparatively smaller,” Ruby reasoned, before shooting up from her spot on Jaune’s belly. “Wait, I just remembered, Yang’s got a measuring tape, we could just check. Be right back!” Ruby chirped before dashing out of the room. Despite her size, Ruby still managed to maintain her incredible speed thanks to her semblance, even if getting anywhere at anything fast than a relaxed waddle meant a stream of rose petals following her as she needed her semblance for anything resembling some hustle. Ruby was back in less than a minute, measuring tape in hand. “Now, I’m pretty sure this should fit around us. Yang uses it to measure her boobs when she needs bigger bras, and she’s got pretty big boobs. The old one isn’t any good for our bellies since it only goes up to 150 centimetres, and I checked and it doesn’t go around me anymore,” Ruby explained. Jaune found it surprising to see how casual Ruby was about her ludicrous weight gain but considering that everyone else that had put on weight was equally casual, if not positive, about it, Jaune realised that he really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. “Hey, Jaune, can you read this for me?” Ruby asked, snapping Jaune out of his thoughts.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” Jaune said as he looked at the white and blue tape. It took him a moment to register the number on it, being so large. “Uh, 169? I think that’s what it says.”

“Heh, nice,” Ruby said, cackling quietly. “Oh, also, it’s good to know how big I am. I’ll probably need a bigger uniform soon. I think the buttons are about to blow on my current one. Now c’mon Jaune, jump up, I wanna measure you,” Ruby added excitedly. Slowly, Jaune hauled himself up off the bed, which made an audible sound of relief now that all that weight was off of it. Jaune lifted his thick arms above his head as Ruby did her best to reach around the blubbery boy. “Uh, Jaune, could you help me with this?” Ruby asked her own belly bounced off of Jaune’s. Jaune reached down and guided the tape around his back and around to Ruby’s hand before she brought it around to meet at his deep navel. “Oh, wow, nice work Jaune, you’re at 175 and a little bit. You’re definitely bigger than me, and maybe even bigger than Pyrrha,” Ruby cheered as she ditched the tape and sat down on the creaking bed. Jaune sat down somewhat more carefully as the bed creaked, resting his hands atop his belly and nervously laughed.

“Y-yeah, I’m getting pretty big, huh?” Jaune thought out loud, the conflict clear in his voice.

“Aw, Jaune,” Ruby cooed as she cuddled up next to Jaune. “There’s nothing wrong with being big. I mean, the rest of us are doing great. Heck, did you see Pyrrha kick Team CRDL’s butts by herself? She weighs as much as their whole team put together, or maybe a little bit less, and she was kicking so much butt,” Ruby chattered. “Plus, I’ve heard about the others, they’re all over you. I’m not that kind of girl, so I’m not gonna do it, but, I mean, they think you’re pretty sexy and I think you’re pretty cute, so that’s gotta be good, right?” Ruby’s cheery reasoning was enough for Jaune to just relax. He had to admit, he was getting very big and it didn’t seem like it was stopping anytime on account of his friends’ insistence that they keep him very well fed.

“Yeah, you’re right Ruby, there’s nothing wrong with being big.”

---

Even after the massive feedings that Jaune was subjected to by his friends, one of them managed to stay bigger than him by a wide margin, that being his partner Pyrrha. Having been at ground zero for the dust explosion, Pyrrha had always been the biggest, putting on weight the fastest of the group and eating the most, always seeming to be the hungriest. This gave her the titanic body she now carried with full confidence, wide enough that the average door was becoming a struggle, wide enough to need two full chairs in order to sit down comfortably, with her whole body being so big that her uniform and combat gear needed to be fully custom made in order to keep her decent, and even then it could be a struggle. Her gigantic breasts were only second to Yang’s, her rear was only second to Blake’s and her belly was only beaten by Ruby and now Jaune. She was undoubtedly the centre of attention everywhere she went, but it was no longer because of her status as a champion fighter, now it was because of her prodigious size and body that wobbled with every ground-shaking step.

However, as she and the rest of those affected by the explosion kept feeding Jaune, it seemed like Jaune was catching up to her. She wasn’t sure at first how he managed such incredible growth, but with what she heard about his various encounters with the others, Pyrrha managed to figure it out. Jaune’s fooling around had exposed him to the dust still present in the others affected by the dust, which had led to his increased appetite and massive weight gain, and judging by his size he was probably close to the full exposure that she had had. What Pyrrha also managed to figure out was why Jaune never acted as if he was attracted to her. The others who were affected by the dust were in one way or another very interested in Pyrrha’s massive form, yet Jaune appeared to be interested in everyone but her and it frustrated Pyrrha to no end as he dated all of Team RWBY and also Ren and Nora, but didn’t even seem to spare a moment to ask her to a date or even possibly to bed with him. What did they have that Pyrrha didn’t, Pyrrha thought to herself in her moments of deepest jealousy. Then, her jealousy subsided for just long enough to figure out what it truly was. What Pyrrha realised was that Jaune was not going out of his way to sleep with or date everyone else, as Jaune had not instigated any of his encounters with the others, he was always the recipient of their attention. That must have been why Jaune never acted in such a way, he had been waiting for Pyrrha to make the first move, or at least that’s what Pyrrha thought.

Whether Pyrrha’s logic was correct or not, Pyrrha put a plan into action to bed Jaune. Of course, Pyrrha wanted more than to just have sex with Jaune. She had been in love with Jaune before the dust accident and that had not changed. What she wanted with Jaune was a date. She did her due diligence and booked a restaurant for the two of them, one that could cater to their extraordinary sizes and appetites, one where she could order food for them ahead of time and one without any doors narrow enough to cause issues for the giant pair. When she asked Jaune out on the date, Jaune couldn’t say anything but yes. With that done, Pyrrha ordered a nice suit for Jaune to wear to the restaurant, a fair bit on the bigger side, as Pyrrha assumed that Jaune would put on more weight between now and then and Pyrrha wanted to make sure that Jaune’s clothes could handle the absolute stuffing that he was about to endure at the restaurant. With that done, Pyrrha began to eat like a woman possessed in the week between asking Jaune out and their date, as she wanted to be absolutely sure that she could handle eating one of everything on the restaurant’s menu, as that was what she had planned for the two of them. Unsurprisingly, this had a major effect on her body, her weight and size skyrocketing, going through uniform sizes faster than the school could provide her with them, becoming the biggest in the school in every regard except height.

When it came time for the date Pyrrha counted her lucky stars that the figure-hugging red dress of hers, similar to the one she wore for the school prom back when she was slim, was made of incredibly stretchy material, capable of covering her expanded body and almost certainly capable of handling her stuffing herself with the incredible amount of food she planned on having that night. Now that she was undeniably enormous, she savoured every glance she earned from Jaune. She knew that every other set of eyes was probably on her too, but she cared only for Jaune’s tonight.

When the pair arrived at the restaurant Jaune was surprised to receive not a menu but his first main meal, only to be surprised when he heard that it was the first of many. The pair began digging into their meals, with another ready not long after the first was done. As the pair went through a dozen meals, Pyrrha kept up a quick pace, impressing Jaune with her incredible speed. Jaune, meanwhile, began to lag behind as the night went on, struggling to fit the last main in.

“Are you okay, Jaune?” Pyrrha asked him as he stuffed the last of the steak from his final main into his mouth and swallowed it. Jaune nodded slowly.

“I… I don’t know how much more I can eat,” Jaune said slowly, taking the time to catch his breath.

“Don’t worry Jaune, there are only three desserts. You can eat them all, I believe in you,” Pyrrha reassured Jaune. With that, Jaune felt a second wind kick in, and he ploughed through the desserts as he got them, keeping up with Pyrrha handily.

Once the desserts were done, Pyrrha paid for the unfathomable feast and hauled herself out of her two seats before helping Jaune up out of his. The waddle out of the restaurant was much slower than their entrance, as they were weighed down with massive bellies heavily laden with food, both bellies bigger than they had ever been, Pyrrha’s jutting out incredibly far while Jaune’s strained the buttons of his shirt

“Ooh, Pyrrha, I think I overdid it,” Jaune groaned, sending shivers down Pyrrha’s spine.

“Good. Growth doesn’t come from being cautious,” Pyrrha replied as she brought the two of them to a hotel. As the pair crammed themselves into an elevator Jaune found his eyes glancing to a plaque with the elevator’s weight limit on it.

“Heh, I, uh, I think we’re close to the elevator’s weight limit on our own,” Jaune commented as the lift slowly made its way up the building.

“I hope so. We’ve been doing a very good job of making you bigger, and I’m very much looking forward to the results from tonight’s meal,” Pyrrha purred, looking at Jaune with fluttering eyes. Jaune knew what Pyrrha was trying to do and he was more than happy to let her keep doing it.

When the elevator got to their floor Pyrrha led Jaune to their room, the two of them taking their time to squeeze through the door before Pyrrha put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and locked it. She slipped her dress off and ditched her underwear, and that was enough to tell Jaune what he needed to do as he stripped himself nude.

“Now, I don’t think this bed can handle our considerable bodies, so why don’t you just lean on the bed and let me work,” Pyrrha said softly to Jaune. Jaune turned around, putting his hands on the bed and jutting out his prominent rear. Pyrrha lubed her cock up and slipped it in as she lifted and dropped her belly fat on Jaune’s back to keep it out of the way. There was no foreplay to this, all night Pyrrha’s cock had been ragingly erect and Pyrrha had wanted this for far too long. She thrust madly into Jaune’s ass, making the two of them wobble like jelly as they let out quiet sounds of passion. Pyrrha was almost disappointed when she felt her cock reach its climax quickly, but she knew it would expose Jaune to more dust. The intense pleasure radiating throughout her body also helped her feel incredible about her sex with Jaune.

“Woah, Pyrrha, you must’ve really needed that,” Jaune said as he felt Pyrrha’s cock pump its load into his ass.

“Oh, gods yes!” Pyrrha cried out as she eked out the last of the pleasure available in her orgasm, before eventually slipping her cock out of Jaune’s ass. She then spun Jaune around and sat him down on the end of the bed, which creaked in complaint at the immense weight put upon it. Pyrrha lifted Jaune’s massive belly out of the way and sucked Jaune’s cock. Jaune hadn’t felt such pleasure from a blow job before, as if something was enhancing this one in particular. Little did Jaune know, but the dust he had been exposed to had reached a sort of critical mass, altering his body in a similar way to the others who had been exposed to the dust. He was becoming incredibly horny, and he felt a sudden need for more food. Before he could mention either of these to Pyrrha, he was already coming, pumping his hot seed down Pyrrha’s throat. He almost wished that it went on longer when his orgasm finally ended and Pyrrha stood up, giving Jaune an excellent view of her vast form.

“Wow,” was all Jaune could say at the sight. Then, his stomach began to rumble.

“Oh, goodness, is that you?” Pyrrha asked, genuinely concerned and no longer consumed by lust.

“Heh, uh, yeah. I know we just ate all that food, but… for some reason I want more,” Jaune replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll order room service for us. After all, you should never go without food when your hungry,” Pyrrha said before marching over to the room’s phone and ordering a mindbogglingly large order. However, for both Jaune and Pyrrha, this order just seemed like enough food for the two of them and their endless appetites. “There, it shouldn’t be long until we’re well-fed again.”

“Y’know, I think the two of us might be too heavy for the elevator when we leave tomorrow,” Jaune joked, shooting Pyrrha a sly grin. Pyrrha smirked back at him as she sashayed over to him, pressing her belly into his and letting their enormous bodies squish together.

“Good. Let us become the largest couple in Remnant together.”

[happy-tori-friends]

hello! would you want to tackle "always looking in the mirror to check if they already 'look pregnant'" with splendont with either/both of the twins as a writing prompt?

it's finally time. FINALLY! WAHOO! YAHOO! and yknow whats next. im writing nutty x lifty. wahoo!!!!!!! it sorta devolved but fuck it who cares!!!

Everything sort of felt different now. Morning sickness was intense for both of them, they were extra tired, emotions were a bit all over the place… If it was a possible symptom for pregnancy, Lifty and Shifty probably had it or would have it in the future.

All things considered, it could have been worse. They have a loving boyfriend with a stable (and pretty high) income and a safe and stable environment with him. A house, not a shitty apartment they can barely afford.

They hadn't ever considered this as something happening. First it was believing they would never find love and then they just… never brought it up or talked about it with Splendont. Things happened though and…

Lifty stared at the mirror, golden eyes looking over himself, trying to pick apart every detail. Of course it wasn't obvious while he was wearing his baggy hoodie, so he lifted it up.

Nothing.

He pouted, just a bit, eyes trailing towards Shifty, who lifted his shirt up, nodded, and then turned away. This had become a habit - despite their overwhelming exhaustion, they often were awake before Splendont due to the morning sickness and a little known ailment known as insomnia. Though Lifty was the one that was really into it…

“I don't get how we can feel so… weird and different and not be showing,” Lifty sighed. “We're skinny and small, we should be showing earlier!”

“Well, you don't usually start showing until the second trimester.”

Arms wrapped around him, and for a second he stiffened, before relaxing and beginning to purr. It seemed Splendont had finally caught them, but it wasn't really a big secret they were hiding. He just usually happened to be asleep.

“But we're small,” Lifty still protested.

“There's other factors than just your size, like if it's your first or not,” The redhead countered, pulling Shifty closer too and dragging them both back to the bed. Shifty let out a noise of protest but surrendered easily, cuddling closer. “Is the bump what will make it ‘real’ to you?”

Golden eyes blinked and then closed, cozying up to the other as the exhaustion caught up to him. “Mmhm.”

“It's real enough,” Shifty cut himself off with a yawn, “It's real enough to me. Test was positive, the symptoms are always fucking kicking my ass… I've cried and thrown up more in the past two weeks than I have in like, what? Two years, maybe?”

Splendont sighed, patting Shifty on the back. “I know, I'm sorry,” he pressed a kiss to the older twin's forehead. “I know this will be tough for you two, but I'll be here every step of the way. I'll take care of you both, I promise.”

“I love you,” Lifty purred, nuzzling closer at the assurance. He felt… safe, protected, loved. If he was to do this with anyone, Splendont was the man he wanted to do it with.

Shifty nodded. “Yeah. Love you.”

The redhead smiled gently, kissing their foreheads and ruffling their hair. “I love you too, both of you. I'm looking forward to doing this with you, no matter what. And no matter how tough it gets, I'll be here with you.”

“And we have each other. Won't be alone in our experiences,” Shifty added.

“You probably will have different symptoms at some point,” Splendont hummed, “but you're right. You're not alone in this experience.”

He paused, running fingers over their abdomens soothingly. “Do you feel nauseous, or do you think that the morning sickness is gone for right now?”

“I think we're okay for now,” Lifty hummed. “Flippy made us some ginger tea the other day and taught me how to brew it, so we had a little of that and it helped.”

“What do you mean he taught ‘you’?” Shifty protested, glaring at his brother. “He taught me too! I can brew tea just fine!”

Both Lifty and Splendont stared at him with a pessimistic look on their faces. “What?” Shifty scoffed. “I can!”

“You have a habit of ignoring directions and instructions, mister ‘undercooked macaroni and cheese’,” Splendont pointed out. “We can hardly trust you in the kitchen at all.”

Lifty nodded, giving his brother a gentle slap on the wrist. “You once put a frozen pizza in the oven for way too long, decided to just check on it to make sure it didn't burn, and then forgot about it until it was basically charcoal,” the younger twin sighed, shaking his head. “Not to mention the bacon grease fire you caused because you spaced out while cooking.”

He looked offended at first, but then his expression changed to frustration as he spluttered, trying and failing to come up with a defense. “That's-! I-! You-!” And then, finally, acceptance. “I need to work on that…” he mumbled, flopping over to his other side.

“Good,” Splendont murmured, patting his head. “Try and go back to sleep, okay? I can tell that you're both exhausted. You need plenty of rest so the babies can get big and strong. I love you.”

Lifty hummed in response, letting out a bog, long yawn. “Yeah… Tired… Love you too… G'night…” he murmured, closing his eyes once more and relaxing.

“Night, love you too,” Shifty added.

By Splendont's side, the two felt safe and relaxed, and though they were not yet showing, they had departed on a new journey in life with him.

[bbina]

as the night gets deeper and the wind gets colder, you can’t help but shiver a little. you wrap your arms around your body to keep yourself warm but what wonbin does next just made your heart flip

wonbin removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders as you two walk aimlessly around the beach trying to find a perfect spot to sit and chill. luckily there were little to no people around

after showing you around town, having a late night snack at central market, wonbin brought you by the beach, just sitting in front of the waves listening to it crash against the shore. despite eunseok’s protests that you would be going back to seoul the next day and that you need plenty of rest as it is sorta a long train ride back to the city, you still went out with wonbin

“remember when we had our first late night talk by the beach?” you ask wonbin, leaning your head onto his shoulder

“how could i forget? that was the first time we hung out together” wonbin smiles, recalling the first memory he had with you. “i even brought my guitar at the time” he notes

you let out a giggle, “i still remember the song you sang.. it was sparks by coldplay” you poke his cheek, feeling giddy all of sudden because of the memory

“yeah and i remember you didn’t like the song cause you didn’t like the lyrics not realizing i will be doing whatever the lyrics was talking about to you later on” wonbin nudges your shoulder making you blush

“and i promise you this, i’ll always look after you. yeah, that’s what i’ll do” he sings, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

using your free hand, you hide your face from him. “ugh shut up” you muttered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment

you two obviously started as friends and nothing more and nothing less. though that all changed when you suddenly asked him to help you with your little dilemma

“what about the time you said you haven’t gotten your first kiss so i showed you how it’s done” wonbin bursts into giggles recalling the memory. “we even made out right after” he continues

of course you remember. how could you forget? you’ve shared most, if not all of your firsts with wonbin. your first kiss, first “relationship”, first late night talks, literally first everything

“are you done?” you narrow your eyes at the laughing boy beside you. wonbin continues to laugh after seeing your face. how cute, he thinks to himself. feeling the cuteness aggression coming in.

wonbin suddenly envelops you into a hug, unable to hide his cuteness aggression.

“you’re so cute when you’re all shy, baby” he laughs loudly, repeatedly kissing your cheek as you continue to hide your face away from him. you try to squirm away but his grip was stronger.

“you know, i didn’t even think i’d actually end up liking you” you admit, finally breaking free from his tight grip. wonbin catches his breath from laughing so much. he stares into the ocean in front of him, the sudden feeling of nostalgia envelops him as he thinks about how much has changed between you and him.

“ditto” wonbin smiles, “i also didn’t anticipate how much you would mean to me after playing pretend boyfriend for so long”

"who knew sitting beside me that night during the campfire making s'mores would both change the trajectory of lives forever huh?" you giggle

wonbin pinches your cheek, "and i wouldn't have it in any other way"

wonbin suddenly gets up. before you could ask him what was up, wonbin slides his arms under your knees and back, effortlessly lifting you from the sand. with a surprised squeal, you held onto his neck

“what are you doing?!” you scream as wonbin runs to the water. “wonbin!” you held his neck tighter, afraid that he was gonna drop you at any given moment.

“relax, i’m not gonna do anything” he muses, pressing a kiss on your forehead. you know that’s a lie. you squeeze your eyes shut as you wait for the impact of the water to hit your skin. instead, he spins around with you in his arms. the wind tousles your hair as your laughter pierces the serene atmosphere.

in that moment, as you twirl together under the moonlight, wonbin has never felt happier than he is right now. the girl of his dreams in his arms, by the beach in his hometown, having heart to heart confessions to each other after everything that happened between you two. it makes wonbin’s heart swell. he couldn’t be more in love.

finally. you were his, and he was yours. no more hiding behind a façade.

—

after what seemed to be the most romantic night of your life, wonbin drops you home. he stands outside your airbnb’s gate as he says his goodbye.

“i’ll see you back in seoul” you say it more like a question, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you in for a hug.

“first thing, baby” he replies with a grin, pulling away a little to plant a kiss on your forehead, your nose and lastly your lips.

you blush as you look away. the whole thing not sinking in yet.

a cough behind you interrupts your little moment. there stood a half asleep eunseok rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes.

“about time you brought her back” eunseok nags, opening the locked gate with an irritated sigh. “it’s 5:30 in the morning for crying out loud. we leave in 2 hours and y/n hasn’t packed a single thing yet!” he grunts, before walking away to head back inside. probably going back to sleep

wonbin bites his lip to prevent himself from laughing. as much as eunseok acts like he hates his guts, he knows deep inside he means well

“go head inside now” wonbin smiles, ushering you inside. you poke your tongue at him before walking up the front steps. wonbin watches you make your way up to the gate before getting inside his car.

he may have ruined his body clock further by hanging out with you again til the ass crack of dawn but he wouldn’t have it in any other way

wonbin was about to open the car door before he hears you call out his name. he looks up, wondering if you left something of yours inside his car or what but instead he sees you run down the steps and to him

you immediately crashed your lips against his. a long kiss at that as you kissed him with so much passion that he was stunned for a second before returning the favor.

“just wanted to do that like the movies” you chirp before heading back inside the gate of your airbnb. “drive safe, binnie” you wave before going inside the house, leaving wonbin outside with the biggest smile on his face

wonbin’s heart just bursts right there and then. he feels and might be the luckiest man in the world

between the lines ★ wouldn't have it in any other way

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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[bigsusreview]

For the first time - Review #8

anxious beast

i know next to nothing about Black Country, New Road other than that people are really liking their shit. so i decided to check out their debut to see if it was my sorta thing... and MY GOD. this has gotta be one of the best records i've heard in a hot minute. it's so creative and desperate and raw and genius and energetic and mellow and GAHHH!!!!!

it's everything i love.

many albums have intros. i'm used to it, and i actually like them quite a lot. so when i realized this thing has a 5-minute instrumental opener i got pretty intrigued. it's got this sorta foreign/exotic vibe to it that i really didn't expect going in. when i hear "post-rock" or "post-punk" i tend to think of slower, almost boring emo-ish ideas. but this clearly has none of that. it really sets the tone perfectly, as a "first time" is scary in most cases. anxiety-inducing, terrifying. that's a pretty good way to describe the whole album really. it's scared of itself, almost.

Athens, France introduces us to the vocalist. i honestly don't know if i could say he's "singing" at all, but he's definitely saying words! and it works very well in my opinion. i don't know a lot about the lyrics or if this actually is a concept album, but some of them are quite good, especially on the next couple of tracks. luckily, understanding the lyrics kinda feels secondary to understanding the instrumental and emotion of everything. and the way this guy says shit is just... i mean, if you've been "there" before, you get it. i hope he's okay.

the ending to Science Fair is outstanding. i love the delivery of "And nothing to lose, oh, I was born to run... It's black country out there! It's black country out there! It's black country out there!" oh and also "But as I slowly sobered... I felt the rubbing of shoulders... and the sweat and the children crying... I was just one among crowded stands."

Sunglasses is the longest one, clocking in at nearly 10 minutes. i don't really know if i can talk about this one and do it justice, so i'll just leave some lyrics i like. just know that it's a masterpiece, especially when put alongside it's 2019 version. "I am so ignorant now with all that I've learnt," "I am invincible in these sunglasses," "Leave Kanye out of this,"

normal song length time. Track X kinda feels like a classic Midwest Emo sorta song, which is a very good thing in this case. the saxes and strings really add a new level of depth to this sorta song, though. this whole album feels like a compilation of some of my favorite musical ideas but done to a quality i've never really heard before, honestly. this also acts as a perfect "calm before the storm," and i guess a "calm after the storm?"

Opus. it's what it says it is. this is where the energy is brought up to a maximum. the band pull everything they have out. this is it. the moment everything has built to. it's a very sonically dark and dense ballad that follows the exotic elements from the intro, brining everything full circle. and i absolutely adore everything about that. genuinely a perfect closer. i would say so much more, but honestly, just take a listen for yourself.

so, obviously i love this album, but is it for everybody? hell no. i wish it was, but there are many aspects about this kinda music that will be an instant turn-off for a lot of people. mainly the vocals, as i can see them being annoying or melodramatic in some cases. the almost "theatercore" sound could also throw some off if they really hate that genre, i guess. personally, these are both positives for me.

Black Country, New Road has instantly become a favorite of mine off of this record alone. i will be paying close attention to them going forward as i think they could seriously be considered one of the "greats" of music, especially for the 2020s. just wish i was sooner to the party, honestly. please, please listen to this if it sounds interesting in any way. i promise it won't be anything like you expect.

favorite tracks:

Opus

Sunglasses

Athens, France/Science Fair

overall score: leave kanye out of 10

only six tracks and i still managed to make this one of my longest reviews. next time i might just try to limit myself to 3 paragraphs. anyway, school is starting soon for me so idk how often i'll be able to listen to new stuff.

[hooned]

hi jelly! hope you're doing great ♥ i choose 1, 10 & 74 for the sweetheart questions!

beccaaa!!! hiii bb!!! 💙🥰 i am, i am, thank youu so much!!! i just woke up from a brief but vv satisfying sleep!! idk why i'm awake already and tbh i stopped questioning it a long time ago 😂 my sleeping schedule is a mystery even to myself hihi. but here we goo!! yey!! 😚

1. Talk about your first love.

uhm are u ready bb? coz this is going to be a looong one. ✨

ok so i mentioned it briefly here in this ask. so basically, he's a classmate of mine in high school and i met him freshman year where i was a transferee. one thing that i could describe him as was that he's really vv funny. the kind of funny that could crack me up just with one line from him. and he's good, like waaaay good, in playing the guitar. so hmm freshman year we're really just hanging out, playing and exchanging stories together since he's close friend of my best friend. and he somehow ended up sitting right behind me so we always greet each other good mornings and goodbyes. we eat snacks and lunch together. everything was good!! UNTIL!! the summer of that school year happened, when he told me he liked me. YOUR GIRL WAS SPEECHLESS BRUH COZ...it didn't even cross my mind that he would see me like that coz i was never the best looking in our friend group (tho i do have my charms. jelly stop downplaying yourself 2020. 👌🏽) but he said he was serious!! and that he'll prove to me that he is!!

then sophomore year came and that was when he became vvv bold in showing me he likes me. i would always catch him staring, coz he wasn't being discreet about it. he'd always bring an extra umbrella for me (bec. i am one forgetful lass and i never bring umbrellas back in hs), he'd tell me i look pretty, did not deny that he liked me when asked by our classmates and teachers. he was bold in showing his affection. and i know that he's a nice guy. vvv nice. he makes me laugh, he always makes me smile. i like it when he's beside me and my heart flutters when he does anything remotely cute or romantic to me. so i know i'm already falling for him as well. big time.

BUT!!!! here comes the but!!!

we were vvv young at the time. like 14?? 15?? and i was on top of my class, my parents always told me not to focus on boys at the time coz i'm still young. so to cut the story short, my parents does not want me to be in a relationship. at all. and a short intro as to how i was as a teenager: i never break rules. i don't do things that make my parents angry because i am afraid of being reprimanded. so at the time, it was stuck on my mind that no. i can't. we can't. and little by little, that showed in my actions and with how i react to the things he does. i always say no when he asks me out. i don't answer when my classmates and my teachers tease me about him. eventually he caught on. then one afternoon after class, we were on the same spot on the rooftop. and he asked me if it's really impossible — me and him. he told me if i want him to stop, he will.

and bb. when i tell you that was the moment in my life i wanted sooo bad to break all the rules and just tell him the truth. tell him i don't want him to stop. tell him i like him too. coz if i'd risk it all, i would rather risk it all for him....but i was young. and i didn't want to upset my parents. and so i told him yes, he can stop. and wow. his face when he answered, "yeah, i understand." and then he went ahead. suddenly i was left all alone on the rooftop, sun setting, as i felt that painful sensation of something tearing inside me for the first time. my first heart break.

junior year and senior year was even worse coz i had to watch him drift farther and farther away from me. which i understand because he needed to protect himself too. he wants to get over me but we see each other every day, so what he does is talk to me less and less each day. until during senior year, he only talks to me when he needs to. it was sooo painful for the young me. coz i still loved him. loved him like how i did sophomore year. and there i was, crying over my broken heart caused by no one but me.

graduation came and we were all tears and snot. remembering the best four years of our lives. and we were hugging each other one by one. then suddenly i saw him in front of me and realized that may be the last time i'll ever get to see him for a long, long, time. i don't remember who went in for the hug first, and tbh I don't think it's important. i just remember hugging him tight, crying, unspoken words and all. and then just when i was about ti let go, i heard him wish me well, and by the end of it i heard him say he loves me. and that it never changed. AND RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT I WAS THINKING what is there to lose? it's a goodbye hug. so i risked it all and told him i love him too. those were the last words we've ever said to each other.

i've never seen him again ever since. given that i was always away for uni and he was also in a different city following his dreams. so yeah. we never really saw each other after that. which is reaally funny bec. we live in the same city. and even our friends from high school always say it's bizzare how we never saw each other after graduation. but yeah. he'll always be my totga (the one that got away) haha. he'll remain as a vvv beautiful memory.

this was sooo long i am sorry but yep. 💙

10. Opinion on love?

love is a beautiful, beautiful thing. it makes one do things they don't normally do. every day can be special, every moment can be memorable. love can hurt but it can also melt the pain away. this makes me sound so much like a hopeless romantic and i guess i am 😅 but yeah. i believe in love. i do i do i do.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

i just kissed my mother last night when she came home hehe. but if we're talking about romantic kisses hmm july of last year. 🙈

+ sweetheart asks ❄️

[slashersangel]

Would you be willing to do Billy Loomis jealousy headcanoons or a oneshot? idk if you do oneshots, so feel free to just do the HC if you want 🤣

of course i can do a oneshot!

also, this is, kind sorta, my first time writing a oneshot, so bare with me!

tw- swearing

sorry for the late response, i’ve been seriously inactive

Jealousy w/ Billy Loomis

The two of you were at a party that Stu was hosting since his parents were out of town. Billy didn’t want to go but both you and Stu dragged him out, and he agreed, with the promise that you’d watch any horror or slasher film he’d like, no complaints.

The party turned out to be a total bust because from the moment you walked into the threshold, you were dragged away by your best friend, Tatum (i love her, so what, sue me). Billy had kept his eyes on you the whole time.

When you were in the living space, he was in the room next to it, peaking through the doorway. When you were in that room, he was in the living space, leaning against the door frame. When you were—oh wait, where are you now? Billy blinked for a second and you were gone. He hated that. Billy searched a few rooms until he spotted Stu with Tatum and you were still no where to be seen.

Billy was starting to get pissed now. You’re one person, where the hell could you have gone? You wouldn’t have left, Billy was your ride, and you would have told him if you did and he would’ve said no. Had you gone outside? No—you’re right there. Right in front of him. Billy almost went to you until he saw who you were talking to—Randy.

Randy. Fucking Randy of all people? You ditched Billy at this god awful party to talk to Randy? Billy stood there. He waited and listened to your conversation. It was something boring about school and class work. He was starting to get bored, until you laughed. And you laughed hard about something Randy said about your history teacher.

No. No that laugh was reserved specifically for Billy. It was the type of laugh you’d give him after he made a sly comment about someone the both of you hated, either in real life or in a movie. And what really got him, is you touched his arm. You put your hand of Randy’s arm.

Billy clenched his jaw tight, and Stu saw the pissed off look on his buddy’s face and went over to him.

“What’s got you all mean?” He asked.

“Shut up.” Billy says before walking away.

Fine, if you wanted to flirt with someone else, he could too. So he found a girl, brought her over to you so the two of them were within eye sight, and started talking. And god, was this chick boring. And her voice high pitched and unsoothing. The exact opposite of you and your voice. But no, right now he was playing a game with you. So he let the girl touch his biceps, then trail down to his pecs (boobies).

Billy looked over to you and saw you looking at him and the girl. He saw hurt flash in your eyes, then he saw you walk away. Tatum tried to stop you from walking out the door, but you said something to her and then walked out. Tatum turned to Billy and gave him the death stare and—

Shit. He fucked up. Billy walked away from the girl, despite her protests, and followed you outside. He saw you standing against the wall on the porch. He walked over slowly. You knew it was him, you just refused to look at him.

“Look at me.” He says and you don’t. “Why are you so angry?” He asks and you scoff like you couldn’t believe why he’d ask you that.

“That girl was all over you Billy, and you just let her touch you like that!” You tell him, still not looking at him.

“Okay, and you were flirting with fucking Randy. Don’t think I didn’t hear you laugh. Randy isn’t that fucking funny, Y/N!” He tells you.

You chuckle when you finally understand. “What are you laughing at?” Billy asks.

“You’re jealous.” You say, standing from the wall and looking at him, finally.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if Randy drove me home?” You tilt your head and a small smile plays on your face when Billy grips your upper arm with a stern, “No.”

“Then don’t be a dick.” You push him away.

“Whatever.” Billy rolls his eyes at you.

“Let’s go back to my place, and watch a movie.” You smile.

“What movie?” He asks.

“Mmh, something sappy, with a lot of romance.”

“Hell no.”

“Yes. That’s what we’re watching since you decided to let that girl drool all over you. And who knows, maybe it’ll teach you how to treat women better.” You shrug, walking away from the boy.

lowkey didnt know how to end this but its whatever

idk i had two ideas for this. the first one (this one) was that he would try and make you jealous back, even if you didn’t try and make him jealous. And the second idea was that he would just be a straight up dick to both you and Randy. idk tho just a thought.

I hope you liked this! @ihavenolife888

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Verse One: I Was Dead When I Woke Up This Morning

Summary: Dreams are where we go to escape our worst nightmares. So why do they follow us there sometimes? In where an almost familiar scenario plays out for [Y/n].

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Warning(s): Nightmares, Violence, Derogatory Name Calling, Reference to Cruciatus Curse, Murder via the Avada (sorta?), Angst, Comfort, Fluff(?)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello! I hope you all are buckled in and ready for some wildness. The warnings for this chapter are quite tame but I can assure you they escalate very quickly (there are only seven chapters of course). I hope you stick around for the adventure and I would very much like your feedback (unless you're a content karen). Anyways enjoy and I'll see you at the end 💖

No. No. No. This could not be happening. Not again.

She should have stayed inside like she had been asked to. It was to keep her safe but to also make sure he wasn’t put in jeopardy if anything were to happen to her. But she didn’t listen to him of course.

The one time she decided to act on her desires after he had promised to keep her safe as long as she listened to him just happened to be the time that she was being followed unbeknownst to her. 

It was all a blur what happened. One moment she was minding her business walking to one of the muggle markets he had brought her to one day, and then the next thing she knew, she was being forcefully dragged into an alleyway. And before even comprehending what was going on, she found herself being sidelong apparated by the person or persons who grabbed her. 

With how quickly everything had happened, she couldn’t even think to protest when her hands were suddenly bound behind her back and she was sat forcefully in a chair.

Distressed at the current predicament, she couldn’t help but let question upon question race through her mind even as they jumbled together.

Where in Merlin’s name was she because other than the four dark wooden walls that surrounded them she couldn’t identify where she had been taken to.

And also who were the two men in front of her and how had she not noticed them following her? She had been an Auror once and if there was one thing she learned, it was how to spot if someone was stalking her. 

But it seemed that her training was outdated considering her bound hands. And maybe she didn’t notice them because she was too pleased with the fresh air and items that she had gotten that she wanted to show to him. 

Or maybe it was the excellent produce she had bought that made her think about the nice dinner she would be able to make for them both. Regardless there were consequences. And it seemed like her punishment was almost a repeat of something that had happened in a distant past. Almost.

“Had enough now sweetheart?” 

One of the men asked with a nasally voice as he circled her now fallen form which was suffering the effects of a particularly nasty round of the Cruciatus curse. A little whimper escaped her throat as he neared her so that she could see the dirt covered boots he was wearing.

“Think you want to tell us now if our good friend Snape is a traitor or would you prefer us to have another go at ya.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she panted out as she trembled from the residual effects of the curse. Each breath she took stung her lungs and her chest felt so heavy that she could barely answer let alone concentrate on the words leaving her. 

“Well, looks like she’s up for another round!” 

The voice of the other man in the room had a deeper quality and carried a much too enthused tone as he egged on the man closest to her. 

“It does seem that way doesn’t it?” The nasally voice man replied, wand pointed and at the ready as he eyed her trembling form on the ground.

“But, I’ll give you one more chance, little witch. Tell us what you know and we'll let you go or suffer."

Mustering all the strength that hadn’t been sapped away from the curse, [Y/n] twisted her features into the most ferocious sneer she could before spitting out,

“I don’t know who you are or why you want me to lie on him but I won’t do it. If you want a confession you will have to ask him yourself!”

If he was surprised by her sharp words, he didn’t give any indication of it other than raising an eyebrow briefly before the neutral look he had been wearing returned. 

On the other hand, the laughter of his friend who had just been observing the whole time seemingly not interested in joining in on the fun himself could be heard reverberating off the wooden walls. 

“Wow! I’m surprised she still has some spirit to act as if she’s got the upper hand aren’t you, Colwell?” His words filled with malicious mirth as he stalked over to her fallen form and the man who he referred to as Colwell. 

A little grunt left Colwell as his still unnamed friend pushed passed and got down on one knee before her. Titling his head so that he could look directly at her, his hand shot out to grab her face causing her to yelp in surprise while attempting to pull away from him. It was useless as he had an iron grip on her cheeks squeezing them until she felt his nails digging into her causing a wince to cross her face.

“Keep that up sweetheart.” 

A maniacal almost deluded grin stretched across his face as he examined her features along with a glint in his eyes that had her stomach knotting in unease.

“You’ll need it if you want to get through what we have in store for you.”  

The wild smirk lingered on his features as he carelessly shoved her face back onto the ground ignoring her pained cry as he used her head as some sort of leverage as he pushed himself off the ground.

“Come on Colwell make the little bitch scream it’s what she deserves isn’t it? It was his fault after all.”

He nodded in agreement at that and turned his head back to [Y/n] who was still weakly glaring at him through the pain that thrummed in her skull. Unfazed and his wand still pointed in her direction he simply shrugged uncaringly.

“Well since you don’t want to tell us what we want willingly, let’s rip it out of you shall we?”

Heart dropping as she watched him bring his wand up and prepare to unleash another round of the torture curse, [Y/n] found herself slamming her eyes shut and balling into herself in an attempt to steel herself against the onslaught of the curse. 

All she could do was pray that it would end soon and that someone… anyone would hear her screams of pain and come to help, but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that as she doubted they were anywhere near civilization. 

No one would hear her screams and it briefly dawned on her that this place and these men were probably going to be the last thing she would ever see. The thought brought the unshed tears that had been hidden down throughout the ordeal dangerously close to spilling as she waited…and waited...and waited.

Yet when moments passed by in relative silence, and she found that her body hadn’t been ravaged by the agonizing burning stabs courteous of the torture curse, she cautiously reopened her eyes.

And she and apparently neither of the men who had taken and tortured her had been expecting to see the figure cloaked in black standing at the entrance of whatever shack they were in.

Even from her position on the ground across the room from him, she could see and feel the rage that was radiating off of him. And she was sure if she was close enough, she would be able to see how black eyes were all but glittering with murderous intent that both of the men seemed to have noticed considering the sudden change in stance both had taken.

This she didn’t notice, too busy trying to blink back the tears that had begun to stream down her features. Her heart, which had been pounding earlier from fear and panic, was racing again. But this time because there was a glimmer of hope of getting out of the situation she was in.  He had come for her.

“S-Severus.” 

Voice cracking as she whimpered his name out only to be met with Colwell whipping his head back around to her and barking a harsh,

"Shut up!" Causing her to flinch and ball up. 

“Not another move Colwell.” Severus hissed out icy and cold the opposite of the burning hostility that was raging in him at the moment.

She watched as his eyes flashed with a hot fury that could probably kill as he took a step forward, his wand already drawn causing the other men to step back in tandem. Yet even seeing his rage and the way he was prowling towards them ready to end them, both men seemed almost unfazed. They seemed giddy almost?

“Look at who's come to save the day Ms.[Y/n].”  The man who was not Colwell gleefully crooned, throwing that same nasty grin back to her before looking at Severus. “Your m-”

“Shut up Poults,” Severus hissed, finally putting a name to the other man as he turned his wand on Poults, while an animalistic sneer marred his face. 

“Shut up and let her go or this place will be the last thing you will ever see!”

“Temper temper Severus!” Colwell threw back, self-assurance alive and well in his voice regardless of having a wand turned on him.

And it was fair considering he currently had his own wand still pointed [Y/n] whose eyes hadn’t left Severus' form until she saw the flash of the wand still aimed at her.

“Don’t for a second think this isn’t your fault Snape!” Venom dripped from each word that he spat out like a bitter tasting medicine while his eyes were still fixed on her. He looked more deranged than he had been moments before with pupils dilated and eyes almost unfocused as he glared at her.

“This is what happens when you run into the arms of the enemy and try to pass the blame on others. I know a little backstabber when I see one and it’s a shame the Dark Lord couldn’t tell.” 

She watched Colwell’s grip tighten around the wand as he rattled off his speech and while his words were directed toward Severus, he never made a move to look away from her. Perhaps when it’s a two against one and the odds seem in your favor, it was easy to have your back turned on an undeniably skilled wizard. 

“Enough with your delusions Colwell!” Severus snapped back. “We all knew it was you who was working with the Ministry and it was only time before you were caught so enough with your poor attempts to play innocent and let her go.”

“Let her go or what Snape?” A cold cackle left Poults as he spoke and while she couldn’t see his face as her view was being blocked, she could tell from the tone of his voice he wasn’t very concerned either. Why? Why were they so confident?  

“You’ll fight us, is that right? The man who always slithers away from confrontation when needed most is going to fight us? What a delight that is from such a,” Poults stopped in mid-sentence as the tension in the room suddenly exploded and became even more suffocating especially to [Y/n] who couldn’t see what was happening.

Everything was at a standstill riding on the words Poults had not yet expressed. Silence overtook the room and the only noise that could be heard at the moment was her labored breathing and the creak of the wooden panels below them. And then he spoke with a grin on his face, breaking any peace that would be had.

“Coward.”

It set off a chain reaction of spells being viciously thrown at Poults from Snape and then vice versa as Poult defended himself and threw them right back at each other.

The sound of wood splintering at the impact of the spells and falling to the ground had [Y/n] curling tightly into herself and Colwell turning back to watch what was happening in case he needed to join.

Grunts and curses were shouted until something else was yelled across the room that had her blood freezing and her eyes snapping back open.

“Do it Colwell! Do it now!” Poults’ voice suddenly echoed loud across the room the second both he and Severus had stopped to assess one another. Severus’ eyes widened as they landed on [Y/n] and being caught off guard by what he saw he barely had time to dodge a curse being thrown at him.

It was the distraction that was needed as Colwell turned around at his partner's command.

“Sorry, princess.” The maniacal grin that had slipped from Colwell’s features earlier as he watched the duel between the two men returned in full force when he looked at her and she knew it was over for her. “Looks like time's up.”

Eyes wide and darting between him and Severus who had frozen at the words, a high pitched terrified scream was unconsciously ripped from her.

“Severus!”

The last thing she heard was the call of her name in response and her screams before a brilliant emerald light enveloped her vision and everything went black for a moment.

“[Y/n]!”

How strange. That voice, it was Severus' voice. But how could she still hear him? She was dead, wasn't she?

"[Y/n]! Wake up!"

She could still hear his voice frantically calling out to her as she thrashed about in the covers that felt like restraints around her due to her mind still being foggy from the restless sleep. Even as her eyes snapped open and she saw a different setting than the one that was in her dreams it took her a few moments to realize she wasn’t dead.

The yell of her name finally dragged her out of the nightmare, but not before a strangled cry ripped from her throat as she sat upright on the bed with such force that it caused her to become even more disoriented.

Pupils dilated and face damp with tears and sweat from the adrenaline, she looked wildly around the dim room with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart. 

Her head kept whipping around as if she was searching for the perpetrators that had been in her dreams hurting her and she was making herself dizzier with each turn not even stopping to look at the man sitting up next to her now. 

Shaking hands gripped the cover bunched around her, and it wasn’t until she felt his fingers wrap gingerly around her forearm did she look up to see him. Dark eyes shone in the dim room, and a worried gaze was cast her way as he gently brushed her arms in a somewhat soothing manner. As if her heart had traveled to her throat, a little lump formed in it as she realized she was not lying on a grime covered floor nor was she being tortured. 

And even though relief instantly flooded through her body at the sight of him, she still couldn’t push down the dread that was still balled in her stomach.

“You won’t let them hurt me?”

It was a question that haunted her because she knew he wouldn’t let them hurt her. He had promised her, but at what cost? Before she knew it, she was throwing herself at him with a loud cracking wail of,

“S-Severus!”  

Arms wrapping around his shoulders, she buried her face into the crook of his neck as little cries wracked her trembling body.

“I’m so s-sorry !” Each word punctured by a hiccup and sob as she all but begged for forgiveness for something that hadn’t actually happened. “I couldn’t do anything, I'm so sorry! It was my fault!”

His brow furrowed at that and before he knew it, he was pulling her closer to him, a comforting hand finding home on her lower back and on the nape of her neck.

“Oh love, what do you mean?” His voice vibrated in her chest giving her some comfort as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. “Was it something in your dream?”

She nodded as best as she could with her head buried away. Arms tightening around his shoulders, she spoke and even though her words were muffled he could still make them out.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t careful, almost got you in trouble they were-they were,”  her voice trailed off and she could feel her breathing increasing in speed at the attempt to articulate what had happened in that dream but she couldn't because it was too hard…too distressing. 

It squeezed her heart painfully tight, tighter than the way she was clinging onto him, terrified he would disappear. Just the thought of how he might feel if he ever saw her lifeless body on some floor miles away from home caused her heart to ache and another wail to escape her lips. Her arms tightened around him again seeking to be as close as possible to him never wanting to be away from the safety and comfort he made her feel. As she cried, Severus continued to shush her, rocking her a bit as he felt the wet tears dampen his shoulder. 

“Hush now it was all a dream, you are safe,” he finally murmured in his softest voice after she had calmed down.

Feeling him place a kiss on her head, a little whimper left her throat when he began to pull her away from him. Damp puffy eyes greeted his black ones that held concern in them as he studied her tear-stained face before bringing a hand up to wipe away the stray tears. A shaky sigh parted her lips as he cupped her cheek and she couldn’t help but nuzzle the palm of his hand relishing in the contact.

“I was so scared,” she finally whispered, looking at him with shimmering wet eyes, her voice quivering as she spoke. “He was going to kill me, he was going to do it right in front of you!” 

The deep frown that had been growing on his features seemed to deepen as she told him what happened. From her happily going into the muggle village to her being tortured for information about what he had been up to.

And then when the tears begin to fall again, she felt his arms wrap around her bringing her into a tight comforting hug while letting her snuggle into the crook of his neck.   

“Oh [Y/n] I’m so sorry you had such a terrible dream,” he murmured while placing a hand on the back of her head as he cradled the distraught woman. “But it was just a dream that’s all. I promised I wouldn’t let you be harmed, do you remember?”

Nodding ‘yes’ as best she could with her face buried into his neck, she turned her head a little to peek up at him.

“B-but, I don’t want you to get hurt either.” Voice cracking and going up an octave as an anxious frown began painting itself on her lips.

Her chest began to constrict and her breathing began to become quick and shallow again at the dark swirling thoughts that were trying to overtake her mind. 

But before she could continue traveling down the road that would lead her to spiral out of control again, she was abruptly shaken out of it when she felt herself being maneuvered so that her face was in direct sight of him. 

Mouth opening to ask what he was doing, her words were swallowed by Severus as he pressed his lips softly against hers. Blinking back the tears that had tried to return during her meltdown, [Y/n] found herself frozen for a moment before responding to the touch by gently kissing him back.

Their arms that were wrapped around one another tightened as she let out a sigh while letting him guide the act that was quelling the fear that had constricted her heart. His lips were unbelievably soft against hers as she leaned into him when she felt his hand cup the back of her head pressing her closer.

Eyes fluttering close she felt like she was melting into him, intoxicated by the feel and weight of him against her. It did wonders to quell her. Made her limbs that had been a trembling mess still and quieted her mind that had been stormy with the memories of that nightmare.

The wings of butterflies felt like they were fluttering in her stomach as he nibbled her bottom lip before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. His lips worked against her languidly as he pulled back only for a moment before diving back down to meet her.

Her hands clenched needily at his back as she pressed up against him wanting to be as close to him as physically as possible. Their chests brushed against one another as they tangled themselves around each other. 

And in the dimly lit room, the only noise that could be heard was the sound of soft breaths and lips meeting each other over and over. A warm comfortable weight upon them rather than the cold oppressiveness of a horrid dream that was all but forgotten at this point. 

It was so nice, so soothing and she never wanted it to end. Never wanted to be without him and it was the only thought in her mind as she clung to him. 

Feeling him pull back away from her again, a tiny sigh emitted from her as she waited to feel him against her again. Her eyes were heavy not with tears of fear but with drowsy comfort and she could barely open them to gaze up at him when he didn't lean down for another kiss.

Instead, she felt his hands begin to unwrap her arms from around him. He was unhurried and careful with the task just as he was always with important things in life. A steadying hand was placed on her back as he maneuvered her an arm's length away from him and she wanted to protest but she was so sleepy. 

So she watched him feeling as if her mind and body were detached as he adjusted himself so that he was laying back down and with a little pull, she was by his side. Head placed so she could bury her face in his neck, and his arm around her shoulder so that he could bring her close.

Curling her body so that she fit just perfectly in his side, a muted noise of contentment was the only thing she could let out as her eyes drifted close at the feeling of being encompassed by him. She felt protected. Safe.

“I’ll always protect you, my love,” his voice, dark, silky, caressed her ears. The low vibrations she felt in her body from his voice pacified her as they rumbled through her body penetrating her being. “No one can hurt you or me, they will never touch you, do you know why?”

“Why?” Her voice was barely audible in the quiet room. It took every ounce of willpower to form a word as her mind shut off while her body and soul were being lulled into tranquil slumber.

“Because you are mine sweet girl, and I love you.”

There was a soft hum of agreement and a nod of her head, or so she thought as she was so sapped of energy she had barely twitched.

“Always yours, love you.”

It was the last thing she had the strength to say before letting rest consume her and letting sleep win a fight that she was happy to lose. [Y/n] laid against him silently, her only movements now were the steady rise and fall of her sleeping form which contrasted the thrashing and crying from earlier. 

Turning his head, Severus’ gaze settled on her. And while her face was partially buried into his side he could still watch and admire her features in the dim lighting. She had become softer, more delicate with each passing day she was with him and he selfishly loved how she clung to him. Just as she was now and just like she had done when her dream felt too real, too familiar. 

Had she changed since being with him? Yes, but it was for the better and he was sure she would agree wholeheartedly if he asked her about it though she did have her stubborn moments he found equally endearing. As he thought about this, thought about her, he lazily reached his hand over to his wand, and once he had it, he darkened the room with a swish. 

With a little hum, he placed it back down and leaned down kissing the crown of her head once more before whispering the last words of the night to her.

“Always mine, my love.” 

Next Chapter: I'm Already On My Knees

A/N: Well I hope that piqued your interest or made you confused or even both! The next chapter will be out sometime this week so do be on the lookout for it. Until then spam me with your thoughts and thanks for reading this 💖💖💖