#i thought about it for one (1) second and was like 'yeah this is all made up. why do you care about this'

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM [FINAL]

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, violence, swearing, death, stabbing, mention of blood, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +8k

A/n: this part will follow the events of Scream 6 but it will take place two years later from Scream 5. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Thank you to everyone that read this story, I hope you all liked it as much as I did ❣️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20.

"Tara!" Iris screamed, her heart racing as panic surged through her. She bolted toward her, but Ghostface was quicker. With a swift motion, he swung a knife toward Iris, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the room.

Iris barely managed to dodge, her instincts kicking in as adrenaline flooded her veins. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, drowning out everything else. Tara lay stunned on the ground, fear etched across her face, and the other girl knew she had to act fast to protect them both.

Iris slammed him against one of the walls with all her strength, the force of the impact causing the glass that covered it to shatter into a thousand glinting pieces. As he staggered back, disoriented by the blow, he recovered quickly and lunged toward her once more, his movements blazing with fury as he tried to stab her once again. But Iris was quicker this time. With a swift, calculated move, she sidestepped his attack and managed to shove him again, forcing Ghostface to the ground as she kicked him in the stomach.

"Tara! We have to move!" Iris urged, glancing over her shoulder. She reached down and pulled Tara up by the arm, her heart racing as the urgency and fear pressed heavily on her. With Tara stumbling to her feet, Iris turned and dashed to the door, flinging it open. She was relieved to see Sam and Chad waiting, their expressions laced with desperation.

"Let's go!" Chad shouted. Without a second thought, the group sprang into action, their feet pounding against the floor as they began to run.

"It's Kirby! She's the killer!" Sam exclaimed as they hurried down the dimly lit corridor toward the main hall of the theater.

"No shit!" Chad replied sarcastically. He cast a frantic glance toward the exit, his mind racing with ideas, but his hopes were dashed when Sam shook her head.

"It's locked," she said, her voice filled with frustation.

"Are we trapped?" Chad gasped, panic creeping into his tone.

"Yeah, she made this whole theater into a kill box," Sam continued, her breath coming in quick bursts. "For us."

"Hey, what about that?" Tara interrupted, her eyes darting upwards as she pointed at a small exit door in the second floor. She was still leaning on Iris for support. "Maybe it leads to the roof or something?"

Iris squinted at the opening, weighing their options. "There's only one way to find out," she said, already starting to move. "Let's go!"

"Bailey's on the way, but—" Sam started, her voice laced with anxiety, knowing they didn't have much time.

Sam barely had a moment to finish her thoughts when, without warning, Ghostface lunged out from behind the stage. The masked figure charged at them with a menacing intensity, and in an instant, he shoved Tara roughly to the ground, slicing her shoulder painfully. Tara gasped, the shock of the fall knocking the breath out of her.

"Get down!" Sam shouted, but before she could react further, Ghostface turned his attention to her. He pushed Sam hard, and she tumbled to the floor, her knife slipping from her grasp and skidding across the wooden surface.

In a blur, Ghostface swung his knife toward Iris, the blade tore through her clothing, narrowly missing her skin. Adrenaline surged through Iris as she instinctively lunged forward, her fist connecting with Ghostface's head in a desperate attempt to defend herself.

Just then, Chad spotted a video camera sitting on one of the nearby tables. Without thinking, he grabbed it. He rushed toward Ghostface and, with all his strength, brought the camera crashing down onto the masked figure's head.

"Smile for the camera, motherfucker!" Chad muttered angrily. Ghostface collapsed to the ground, motionless for a moment.

They all bolted down the hallway, urgency propelling them forward. Chad clutched the camera tightly in his grip, as he ran behind them. They could feel Ghostface's footsteps behind them as he charged after them.

The hallway was so narrow that they barely fit side by side, their shoulders brushing against the walls as they pushed forward. In a moment of desperation, Chad turned around and hurled the camera at Ghostface, hoping to hit him with it. But the masked figure was quick; he ducked just in time, the camera whizzing past him and crashing against the wall with a dull thud.

"Keep moving!" Iris shouted, urging the group onward as they could hear Ghostface's footsteps growing louder behind them, his knife poised menacingly in front of him.

Thinking quickly, Iris spotted the popcorn machine and, without hesitation, shoved it over. The machine toppled to the ground with a loud crash, glass scattering everywhere and popcorn spilling out. The mess created a momentary barrier, but it did little to slow down Ghostface.

Fueled by anger, he charged directly at Chad. With a forceful shove, he pushed Chad against the wall, the impact sending a shiver down his spine. Just as he was about to deliver a blow, both Tara and Sam sprang into action, each grabbing one of his arms and pulling him backward with all their strength. Their quick thinking gave Iris the opening she needed.

She stepped forward, summoning all her strength, and landed a solid punch to Ghostface's stomach. He doubled over, but Iris wasn't finished. In a swift motion, she delivered another blow, this time targeting his private parts. The killer groaned in agony, crumpling to the floor.

Without missing a beat, Tara rushed in and kicked him squarely in the head, her fury propelling her forward.

"Tara, come on!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing her arm firmly to pull her away. The urgency in her voice was clear as she glanced back at the unmoving figure. Tara, still fueled by fury , reached out and grabbed Iris's hand as well, drawing them both toward the door.

"Go, go!" Chad shouted, clutching a mini popcorn machine, ready to slam it in Ghostface's head. Just as he swung it, another Ghostface suddenly appeared and stabbed him in the side, making him scream in agony.

Iris spun around at the sound of Chad's shout, panic rising as she screamed his name. She tried to rush toward him, but Sam gripped her shoulder tightly, forcing her back.

Both Ghostfaces were stabbing Chad making the man fall to his knees as blood started pouring out of his mouth.

"Run," He said weakly. "Go."

Chad's body fell to the ground as the two of them turned to face Sam, Tara, and Iris wiping the blood off of their blades at the same time.

They turned and sprinted towards the main hall, but their escape was cut short. The two Ghostfaces loomed ominously on either side of the room, blocking any chance of escaping. Panic surged through them as they realized they were cornered.

"We have to fight!" Sam muttered to them, scanning the ground for anything they could use. Spotting a pile of bricks, she quickly snatched up two and handed one to them before grabbing one for herself. The three women formed a tight circle, their backs pressed together, a united front against the threat.

"Sam!" Tara cried, fear evident in her voice.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked, her tone fierce but steady. "I need you guys to be ready"

Iris clenched her jaw, her expression hardening. "This is for Chad" she growled, glaring at the masked figures.

"Look at me," Iris said, turning to Tara. "Are you ready?"

Tara nodded, her eyes darting toward the nearest Ghostface. "Come on Motherfucker!" she shouted.

But before any of them could make a move to attack, a loud gunshot echoed through the room. They all dropped to the floor, hearts racing as they scanned the place trying to find out where it came from.

"It's okay!" Kirby shouted, emerging from the shadows with her gun raised. Blood trickled down the side of her face, staining part of her shirt too.

"Stay the fuck back!" Sam snapped, positioning herself protectively in front of Iris and Tara.

"We know it's you, Kirby!" Tara yelled, distrust evident in her voice.

"How could you do this? I trusted you!" Iris shouted, her voice trembling with betrayal. This was the same woman with who she bonded over her sister.

"Listen, one of them knocked me out," Kirby pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation.

"And you expect us to believe that?" Iris shot back, her anger boiling.

"Iris, you have to trust me! I would never hurt you. I just want to help!" Kirby insisted, her voice cracking.

"Kirby, stop!" Wayne shouted, rushing onto the scene, his presence adding to the tension. "Get away from the girls!"

The blonde woman aimed her gun at him, her hands shaking. "What are you doing?!"

"Did you kill Quinn?" Wayne's voice was a mix of accusation and fear, his hand trembling as he held a gun. "Did you kill my daughter?"

"You're crazy!" Kirby exclaimed, horror etched on her face. "Whatever he's been telling you, don't listen! He's probably the killer!"

Wayne's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes showing a weird emptiness. Just then, one of the Ghostfaces slipped silently behind him.

"Behind you!" Kirby shouted, her voice piercing through the fear.

The man didn't even flinch at Kirby's word, almost like he knew exactly what was going to happen. Before any of them had a chance to react, he placed his finger on the trigger and fired the gun, sending two gunshots in Kirby's direction.

"Kirby!" Iris shouted in horror, her voice trembling as she lunged forward to chase after the woman. But just as she took a step, a shadow loomed over her; one of the Ghostface figures raised a knife threateningly, forcing her to stumble back, heart racing with fear.

Tara, sensing Iris's panic, quickly wrapped her arm around her shoulder, yanking her backwards towards their group for safety. "Dont move!" she urged.

A tiny smirk crept onto Wayne's face, his eyes glinting with cruelty as the other Ghostface emerged from the shadows behind him, brandishing his weapon like a trophy.

"Great job," Bailey praised, nodding with approval as he lowered his gun, only to have everyone gasp in surprise when another Ghostface appeared right beside him, a grin plastered across his face. "Both of you,".

"You?" Tara exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and fury as she stared at Wayne, struggling to process the betrayal.

"Yeah, of course me," Wayne replied with a feigned seriousness, shrugging his shoulders as he met her gaze with a simmering intensity. "Honestly, I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us." His tone was laced with a bitterness that hung in the air.

"We didn't do shit to you," Iris answered angrily. "We don't even know you, you piece of shit"

One of the Ghostfaces standing beside Bailey reached up for the top of his mask, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as he slowly peeled it away from his face. When the mask finally came off, it was Ethan, his expression bright and triumphant, looking like it was the best day of his life.

"I fucking knew it. Of course it was you," Iris muttered, her voice barely audible, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave.

"You almost ruined it for me, Iris," Ethan snarled, his grip tightening around the weapon he held, the knife appearing more threatening than ever. "But it turns out it was so easy to lie to all of you. I lied so many times and none of you discovered me." His tone was dripping with mockery, a smirk dancing on his lips as he reveled in his own actions.

"Well, you certainly didn't lie about being a virgin, did you?"

Ethan's eyes flashed with fury, and he turned to her, ready to lash out at the woman. But just as he tried to walk towards her, Bailey stepped in, grabbing him by the cloak and yanking him back with surprising force. "Calm down" Bailey urged.

Ethan let out a deep, exasperated sigh, visibly frustrated, but he chose to ignore Iris. With a bright smile creeping back onto his face, he resumed speaking, clearly enjoying the spotlight. "You know, Mindy was right; it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you guys was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him."

"I'm going to fucking kill you" Iris started walking towards him before both Sam and Tara harshly grabbed her by the arms pulling her towards them while Sam pinched her in the arm.

"You need to hold it, we will have time to end them" Sam whispered to her as they let the young boy talk.

Ethan held up the Ghostface mask he had been wearing, the fabric slightly tattered but still scary. "This was your grandmother's Sam, Nancy Loomis," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain as he scowled at her. "Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it?"

"Speaking of family," he continued without missing a beat, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he pointed to himself. "My name's not Ethan Landry, is it, Dad?" His gaze flicked toward Bailey, a triumphant glint in his eyes. Bailey erupted into maniacal laughter, ruffling Ethan's hair affectionately as if they were sharing an inside joke.

"Dad?" Tara asked, confusion etched on her features as she tried to make sense of this twisted family reunion.

"Wait, if it's you two, that just leaves..." Sam finally found her voice again, dread creeping into her mind as she realized not a lot of options stood for the third Ghostaface. She really hoped it wasn't the name she was about to say. "Mindy?"

At that moment, the next Ghostface stepped forward, pulling down her hood with excitement. She removed her mask and shook her head a few times. "Hey, roomies!" Quinn greeted proudly, a mocking smile spreading across her lips. "Didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Yeah, because you died!" Tara exclaimed, disbelief and anger swirling in her narrowed eyes. The shock of Quinn's reappearance struck her like a punch to the gut.

"I kind of didn't," Quinn replied dryly, tucking the mask under her arm with a casual nonchalance that felt jarringly out of place. She glanced over at the others, her expression unrecognizable to the girls that shared an apartment with her "Though it was a pretty good way to get off the suspect list. Stabbed Gale Weathers, stabbed Mindy on the train, it was a pity I wasn't the one to stab Anika but hey you can't have everything"

Iris's jaw clenched, her fingers dug down into the brick she was holding and she was about a few seconds away from launching it over at the girl's head. "We mourned you, fuck I even cried for your death".

"Truly a pity Iris" Quinn whispered, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at the girl. "You and I could've had a lot of fun if you weren't so keen on being Tara's bitch". Quinn gave the brunette a teasing smile, twirling the knife around her index finger.

"Don't fucking talk to her" Tara growled.

"Uhh feisty, I like it" Quinn said mockingly.

"I just had to make sure I was the first one on the scene," Wayne explained after a few tense seconds of silence. "That way, I could switch her body out with a fresh one. A little fake blood, a prosthetic here and there. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." His voice dripped with a mix of pride and arrogance, as if he were sharing a clever trick rather than a heinous act.

Quinn's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I got Stu Macher's mask," she chimed in, a grin spreading across her face. "He was my favorite."

Ethan carefully placed the mask he had been wearing onto a nearby mannequin dressed in white clothing. "That's number three," Bailey said, holding up three fingers as he moved slowly down the narrow aisle towards the girls, his demeanor both casual and predatory. He glanced over at his daughter, who placed her mask on the mannequin across from Ethan's. "That's two," he added, a sense of satisfaction in his voice.

"Which leaves..." Bailey reached inside his jacket, pulling out another mask "Your father's," Wayne extended the mask towards Sam, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling expectation. "This is what we've been counting down to, Sam," he said, his voice low and insistent. "I'm going to need you to put it on."

"Fuck you!" Sam shouted, her voice echoing through the room as she smacked the mask away with the brick in her hand, sending it clattering to the floor.

Ethan, unable to resist the chaos, lunged forward with an excited grin, slashing Sam's arm with the knife he held, his laughter ringing out. Sam hissed in pain as she took a look to the wound that started bleeding down her arm.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" Tara hissed, stepping protectively in front of Sam.

"What is this?" Sam asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion as she scanned the faces of the family, each one a mask of anger and betrayal. "You did this as a family?"

"Oh yeah bitch, you should know better than anyone," Quinn shot back, her voice laced with bitterness as she took a few hurried steps closer, her brother Ethan right beside her, smirking in a way that sent shivers down Sam's spine.

"They're still not getting it," Ethan chuckled.

"Well then start explaining," Iris growled, her voice low and threatening, the urgency palpable in her tone.

"I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro!" Sam pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. "It wasn't me!"

"We know that. Of course you didn't," Wayne interjected, speaking as if that were obvious. "You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?"

Quinn raised her hand, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days," Ethan said. "You have to assassinate their character first. So when Dad here discovers your horribly mutilated bodies.. posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands."

"Exactly, that's why it's the perfect alibi," Bailey said with a smirk, his laughter low and taunting as he locked eyes with Sam. "And all the best lies are based on the truth."

Sam spun around, her heart racing as Bailey leveled a finger at her. "You're a killer," he accused, his expression hardening into a grim line. "Just like your father."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are! You motherfucker! You killed our brother!" Quinn shouted, her voice cracking with rage and pain.

"What are you talking about?" Sam stammered, confusion etched across her face, her breath coming in shallow gasps as horror began to dawn on her.

"You said your brother died in a car accident," Tara pressed, her eyes flashing with confusion.

"No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing," Ethan interrupted, his voice laced with mockery as he pointed his knife toward them. "He died in Woodsboro, at the hands of your bitch sister".

A cold wave of realization washed over Sam. "You're Richie's family," she gasped, her heart sinking as she turned back to Bailey.

"Yeah," Bailey replied, a twisted smile creeping onto his lips as he thought of his oldest son.

Just as Sam was about to talk, Ethan lunged forward, thrusting his knife into her collarbone with a swift, brutal motion. "Ding, ding, ding!" he shouted with unsettling enthusiasm as he pulled the knife away, leaving behind a raw bloody mark on her skin. The pain shot through her, but before she could react, Iris yanked her backward, pulling her out of Ethan's reach.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd actually done to him that I knew!" Wayne suddenly shouted, his voice ringing with fury, "That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with anyone else who stands in our way."

Quinn stepped forward, gripping the knife tightly and pressing it menacingly against Sam's throat.

"There's the killer," Quinn whispered, her voice a chilling rasp as she studied Sam's expression. The girl remained still, her dark chocolate eyes showing no fear, only a growing coldness that seemed to mirror Quinn's own rage.

"Great parenting job, by the way" Tara interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she cast a disdainful glance at Wayne.

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn shrieked, her rage boiling over as she shoved Tara violently, sending her towards the floor. Iris reacted instantly, grabbing onto her shoulder to prevent her from crashing to the ground. With a firm grip, Iris pulled Tara close, turning her body to face Bailey, who stood watching the chaos unfold.

"Have I been a perfect dad? No," Wayne admitted, shaking his head as if acknowledging a painful truth. "Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark. But, Richie really loved them. He loved them and even made a few of his own."

Suddenly, a video began to play on the screen, and a younger Richie appeared, his innocent face juxtaposed with the madness that lay ahead. Iris felt a surge of disgust; even as a child, Richie was already showing signs of being a psychopath.

Wayne turned away from the screen, his gaze drifting upward as tears filled his eyes. "There's a very special bond between a father and his first son," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Which is why I helped him build this collection."

"This was all his?" Sam muttered in disbelief, her mind racing to comprehend the situation.

"Yes, he is a very passionate collector, and he inspired others. We had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good old Detective Bailey would've just stumbled on it, but I didn't have to because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son. Which is why this is where you have to die, surrounded by all of the things he loved the most."

"What happens next?" Sam demanded. "After you're done with us, you just disappear?"

"No!" Wayne started stepping down from the stairs. "We got to hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through. Because everybody dies, Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies."

Ethan moved towards Tara eager to use his knife as the girl tightened her grip on her brick but Iris moved in front of her.

"Don't touch her" Iris shouted, her jaw tensing as she pulled Tara behind her.

Ethan moved even closer, now pressing just the tip of his blade against her chest as he rolled his eyes at Iris's comment "You have no idea how much I want to put this knife on you Iris, and once I'm finished with you, I'm going to do to Tara the same thing I did to Anika but this time I'll finish the job" Iris growled in fury but before she could lunge at him, he jumped forward and slashed Iris on her side, making her hiss in pain as blood started pouring out. "always the hero, aren't you?"

"Iris" Tara yelled moving towards her but stopped once she saw Iris making a stop sign to her.

"I've got a plan, they are angry" Iris whispered to Sam.

Suddenly, Iris burst into maniacal laughter, clutching her side as if the absurdity of the situation overwhelmed her. The three Ghostfaces exchanged bewildered glances, momentarily thrown off by her unpredictable reaction.

"So you're telling me you did all of this for Richie?" she taunted, her laughter escalating. "He was such a pussy; it was honestly embarrassing just to look at him!"

Tara watched in horror, her heart pounding as she observed the killer's anger growing with each passing moment. But that was the plan, to infuriate them enough that they'd slip up, making it easier for them to fight back. Sam seemed to grasp this strategy quickly.

"He was... so pathetic," Sam declared, her tone utterly flat, as if she were discussing something mundane and boring.

"That's not true!" Wayne protested, his voice rising in indignation, unable to accept her words.

"Yeah, your son, he was a man-baby who made his accomplice do all of the killing,"

"Isn't it embarrasing? He couldn't even do it himself, the one time he had to do the killing, he died like a fucking loser"

"He was a strong, virile young man!" Bailey's body shook with rage.

"He was a limp dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat," Sam said coldy, as a tiny smirk spread across her face.

"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn charged forward without warning. Tara spun around, slamming the brick into the redhead's face. She collapsed into the floor, choking out a few bloody teeth from her mouth. Detective Bailey, clearly irritated, raised his gun, preparing to shot at the girls. But just then, gunshots rang out from the other end of the room.

Kirby, surprisingly still alive, fired at the three Ghostfaces. Tara and Sam quickly stepped back as Bailey fell to the ground, hit, while Ethan ducked to the side and charged at Kirby, tackling her down.

"Recognize this?" he grinned maniacally, showing the woman the same knife she had been stabbed with in 2011 by Charlie Walker as he stabbed her once again.

"Fuck you!" she spat through clenched teeth

Iris rushed forward, bringing her brick up and slammed it into Ethan's head, knocking the boy to the side. "Leave her alone you fucker" The boy stumbled to the wall, groaning in pain.

"I'm sorry I doubted you," Iris told Kirby, dropping to the woman's side. "But I'm gonna need to borrow this." She took the knife from her body, and Kirby let out a pained gasp. But her eyes showed nothing but understanding.

"Fuck him up." She told the girl, her voice ringing with determination. Iris nodded.

"What are you going to do with that bitch?" Ethan growled, leaning against a pillar as he clutched his head.

Iris shouted in anger and lunged at the boy, stabbing him right in the chest. She twisted the knife, digging even further into his skin. His eyes widened in shock as he let out a cry of pain. "You wanted to be like your big brother? Well now you get to die just like him too".

"Fuck you!" He shouted at her. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Iris!"

"You don't have what it takes". She pulled it out, only to stab him once again. "This is what happens when you threaten my girl, you fucking die."

"IRIS" Tara shouted at her to get her to move away from him. She made her move to leave but not before dragging the knife upwards, causing the boy to scream in agony.

"I'll come back for you, I promise!" She said to Kirby in apology as she passed the woman. Sam and Tara were climbing up the ladder, and Iris quickly followed them.

Iris spotted Tara climbing up the pipes. As the girl reached the top, she pushed aside the plastic sheeting that covered the first floor entrance and stepped onto the balcony, her heart racing. Tara turned around just in time to see Iris and Sam climbing up behind her, a wave of relief washing over her as she took in their presence.

Shortly after, Sam got into the first floor too and she lead the way across a row of empty seats that creaked underfoot. The dim light cast shadows around them as they navigated the abandoned floor. However, they soon encountered a section of the balcony they couldn't reach as it was blocked by a jumble of old furniture stacked high, creating an impassable barrier.

With no clear path ahead, they were forced to edge near the balcony's precipice. One misstep could send them plummeting down. Sam took the lead, her focus intense as she approached the edge. She carefully placed one foot on the inner railing and another on the outer one, her body tense with concentration as she maneuvered across the narrow ledge.

"Careful," Sam warned, her voice steady despite the danger, as she steadied her breathing before hopping off the railing.

Iris held onto the railing tightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she inched along the ledge. When she was close enough, Sam reached out, her grip firm and reassuring, helping Iris down with deliberate care. The adrenaline coursed through them as they exchanged glances, knowing they had to keep moving to stay safe. Now they turned around to help Tara.

A gunshot echoed through the building, and Tara let out a scream as she lost her balance and stumbled toward the edge. In a desperate move, she managed to grasp the railing for a brief moment, giving Iris just enough time to reach over and grasp Tara's hand tightly, preventing her from falling.

"I've got you," Iris panted, straining as she fought to pull Tara back to safety. She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a groan, the pain from her open wound flaring sharply as blood trickled down her side.

Sam leaned over the edge, desperately placing her hands above Iris's to lend support, she refused to let her sister fall.

Blood smeared Sam's hands from the wound on her arm, making it increasingly difficult for Tara to maintain her grip as the slickness threatened to make her slip away.

"I can't. I can't hold on!" Tara cried, tears streaming down her face as she raised her left hand to grasp her sister's arms more firmly. But just as she did, her hand slipped, eliciting another desperate cry.

"We won't let you fall," Iris reassured her, panic tightening in her chest as she felt Tara's hand slip lower.

Bailey and Ethan's maniacal laughter could be heard from everywhere as they drew closer to Tara. Ethan clutched his chest in pain, Iris couldn't understand how he was still alive. He started swinging his knife mockingly as he taunted the shorter girl.

"I always wanted to stick something in you, Tara." Ethan screamed as he tried to stab her.

"Fuck you." Tara hissed.

"Fuck you." Ethan retorted as he jumped in an attempt to grab the girl.

Out of the corner of their eyes, Quinn showed up to their floor, her face covered in blood. Sam, Iris, and Tara all glanced at her silently.

"You guys are so fucked now!" Ethan screamed excitedly.

"Sam!" Tara shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

The two women looked down at her in horror as Quinn approached. "Let me go," Tara insisted.

"No!" Sam gasped, her eyes wide with fear.

"Are you crazy, Tara?" Iris shook her head, gripping Tara's hand tightly as her heart raced in her chest.

"Yeah, let her go, guys," Ethan urged, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on!"

"Trust me," Tara pleaded, her gaze flickering to the knife tucked into Sam's pants, trying to convey her urgency. "You have to let me go."

Iris glanced at the knife tucked into Sam's pants and quickly understood Tara's plan, though she hesitated to let her go. Sensing her uncertainty, Tara locked eyes with the brunette, her expression pleading as she whispered, "Let me go baby."

Quinn advanced toward them, looking more unhinged than ever.

Sam passed her sister the knife and both of them let go of her at the same time, watching how Tara got stabbed by Ethan the minute she touched the ground. Iris let out a desperate shout as she turned around just in time to see Quinn running towards them.

She spotted a gun laying on the floor, she quickly grabbed it and aimed it at Quinn. Both Sam and Iris turned towards Tara to make sure she was okay.

Tara took the knife Sam gave to her and quickly plunged it into Ethan's mouth. She moved it down his throat as he choked on his own blood. Quinn looked down at her brother in horror, her hand trembling as she gripped the knife.

"Now die a fucking virgin." Tara said to Ethan darkly as she smirked.

"Looks like you're down another brother," Sam said innocently once Ethan stopped moving.

Quinn let out another scream and charged at her, but Iris was faster. She pulled the trigger, the bullet landing in her chest. Quinn hit the ground, shouting in pain. Sam and Iris moved towards her and stared the woman down.

Iris passed the gun to Sam "Wanna do the honors?"

"Please no no no... I don't wanna die" Quinn pleaded with desperate tears.

"Gladly" Sam grabbed the gun.

"Say hi to your brother" Iris muttered with a sick smile on her face as Sam pulled the trigger that ended with Quinn's life.

Detective Bailey stood shocked, his face a mixture of grief and rage as he stared down at the dead body of his daughter.

"I guess you're the last Ghostface left," Iris told him.

"Always gotta shoot them in the head," Sam added.

Pure rage crossed the detective's face, but he stood there waiting for their next move. Sam aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger, but it clicked, they had no more bullets.

"You've got to be kidding me," Iris muttered as they watched Bailey running toward them as he also aimed his gun at them.

Sam effortlessly knocked the weapon aside while Iris punched the man in the face, causing him to stumble backward. Sam then pulled him close and, with a swift motion, threw him over the railing, sending them both crashing to the floor below.

Iris rushed down from the balcony to the theater floor. She saw Tara, with Ethan's blood all over her clothes, shaking Sam to wake her up, with Bailey unconscious on the ground next to her.

"Sam thank god" Tara muttered when she saw her sister starting to wake up.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, glancing down at her.

"No," Tara replied, her mascara smudged beneath her eyes. "Is he dead?"

"Not yet, always go for the head" Iris raised her knife ready to plunge it into Bailey's head before Sam stopped her.

"I have a better idea," Sam said as she pulled her cellphone from the back pocket of her jeans. She turned to her younger sister and offered her the phone.

"You want us to call him?" Tara asked, confusion in her voice as Iris took the phone.

Iris examined the device, gradually understanding Sam's plan. "A little bit of payback, it's time we are the ones to fuck them up"

"Sam, make sure he suffers," was the last thing her sister said before Sam grabbed her father's cloak and mask and dashed down the stairs.

"Are you sure about this?" Tara turned to Iris as they both stared at the phone once they were left alone and they finally had a small moment of quietness.

"Absolutely, I mean the worst thing that could happen is that we die".

"You're such a fucking idiot, I can't believe I'm in love with you" Tara shook her head in amusement, even at the worst moment, Iris still found ways to be annoying.

"I love you too darling, now ready to slice one more motherfucker?"

"Fuck yeah"

When Detective Bailey finally regained consciousness, he found himself sprawled on the splintered remains of a shattered wooden table. He struggled to sit up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as his ears rang with a dull, persistent thrum.

As he blinked away the haze, the faint sounds of a movie played in the background, the projection flickering against the walls. It was the film Richie had made, its dialogue a distant murmur that barely registered in his mind. He glanced around the room, disoriented, and tried to make sense of his surroundings.

Wincing at the pain that shot through him, he pushed himself to his feet. He stumbled forward, limping slightly, with his gun still secured in his hand. Just then, the sudden sound of his phone ringing jolted him back to reality, the beeping and buzzing coming from his pocket.

With a heavy huff, he reached into his pocket, wincing at the effort, and finally pulled out his phone. He pressed it to his ear, uncertainty creeping into his mind as he answered the call.

"Hello, Detective Bailey," the familiar voice of Ghostface sneered from the other end. "I have a question for you."

"Oh, really?" the detective scoffed, walking toward the stage. "And what's that?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Bailey let out a chuckle, incredulous at the audacity of the call. "Favorite scary movie...?"

"I'm asking because you're in one right now. You're in our movie."

The detective fired his gun, but his shots struck nothing but the mannequins scattered around the room. As he scanned the area, his eyes landed on one particular mannequin, Billy Loomis's, stripped of its cloak and mask.

He let out a laugh. "Ah, I see you've put on your true face, huh? Your birthright. Poetic, that you're gonna die in it."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

The detective fired again, thinking that he finally got to Sam but instead he only shot at another mannequin. "Now you know the truth, huh? Murder's in your blood." He scanned the room, growing increasingly furious. "Now stop fucking around and show yourself!"

"Be careful what you wish for,".

"I'm a fucking police officer." He shouted. "How do you think this is gonna go? Who do you think they're gonna believe, huh?"

He could hear a sick laughter. "Probably the one who's still alive."

The detective screamed in anger, as now he was the one being taunted. He turned around as the new Ghostface appeared and his eyes widened in fear.

"No, no!" The detective screamed, as he was attacked. Sam relentlessly stabbed him in every inch of skin she could have access to. Not even his cries of mercy were enough to stop her.

Finally, the man drop to the floor, where he choked on his own blood, hands pressed against the wound on his neck.

Ghostface pulled off the mask, revealing Sam, who glared down at the detective, her head tilted as she raised her hand ready to kill him off. But before she could act, the curtains behind her rustled open, and Tara and Iris stepped onto the theater floor.

Tara looked at her sister in disbelief, while Iris stood with her phone in hand, whistling in awe at what Sam had just done.

"Damn girl"

"My father was a murderer. No matter what you think, I'm better then that." Sam stated.

The detective gasped, desperation in his voice as he could feel the blood pouring from his body. "Thank you," he choked in relief. "Thank you."

Tara stared at Sam in disbelief, while Iris tilted her head, as if questioning, *Does this bitch really think?* The three shared a knowing glance.

A smirk danced across Sam's lips as she redirected her attention to the detective.

"But you did fuck with our family, so..." She grabbed the detective by the back of his neck, and she stab him right in the eye. Not soon after he fell into the floor unmoving forever.

Tara glanced at his body and nodded impressed at her sister's work "...Nice."

Sam returned the nod, her breath coming in heavy puffs. "Thanks."

Iris patted Sam's shoulder as she softly chuckled. "Can you believe this bitch truly thought you would let him live? Man that's hilarious"

Sam glanced at the two girls. "You guys okay?"

"No"

"Fuck no"

"Fair enough"

Tara and Iris made their way down the creaky staircase, then settled onto the steps to rest as they waited for Sam to join them.

"I can't believe we dodged death twice by now" Iris exhaled "we are like cockroaches"

Tara laughed silently "Finally it's over"

"If you look at it, it wasn't that bad"

Tara looked at her like she was insane "I mean yeah they tried to kill us but because of that now I have a girlfriend, and also they are dead so if you ask me it's a win win"

"Girlfriend?" Tara asked, a smirk on her face. "I assume you're not talking about me."

"What...?" Iris stammered.

"Because for me to be your girlfriend, you'd actually have to ask me."

"Well then..."

Tara cut her off. "And you definitely can't ask me now. It has to be romantic."

"Why? Don't you think being in a murder theater is romantic enough?" Iris teased.

"Keep joking like that, and you'll be single for the rest of your life."

"Geez, so bossy," Iris shot back with a grin. "I wonder where else—"

Just then, Sam appeared and slapped Iris on the head. "That's my sister you perv!"

"Ow! I can't believe you just punched me!"

"I feel like you don't get punched enough," Sam replied as she settled down beside them. "So, you two are finally a thing?"

The two girls exchanged soft smiles, intertwining their fingers. "Yes."

"So I take it it was Tara who confessed first?"

"Wh... I mean, yeah, but why would you assume that?" Iris feigned offense.

"No offense, Iris, but you're a pussy when it comes to this stuff."

"Hey!"

"She's kind of right, though."

"Well, now you're just being a traitor, love."

"Honestly, I'm really happy for both of you," Sam said warmly.

"Does this mean I have your approval?" Iris joked, knowing Sam couldn't imagine anyone better for Tara.

"Of course," Sam replied with a smile, looking at her sister and at the girl she was sure she would call her sister too one day. "But it also means I want the door open at all times."

"We're not twelve!"

"Absolutely not," they both protested in unison, leading to a shared laugh among the three of them.

After some moment of silence Tara spoke again. "Thank you guys for letting me go."

"I knew you could take care of yourself," Sam said fairly and then in a more softer tone added. "I want to be in your life, but only as much as you want me to be.

The youngest Carpenter let out a tiny grin. "I want you to be. I promise you both I'm gonna get so much therapy after this,"

They laughed as Iris wrapped an arm around her girl. "Finally"

Tara nudged her playfully as she intertwined their fingers, staring at both Iris and Sam. "We're gonna get through this, together".

Out of nowhere, Ethan came out from the darkness, charging at them with a fierce scream. Their eyes widened in shock and fear as he closed in with his knife raised ready to attack.

An old television crashed down on top of him, ensuring he would never rise again. Ethan let out choked sounds from beneath the weight before finally going limp.

Sam, Tara, and Iris stared in horror before their eyes shifted to Kirby, who was limping towards them, wearing a smirk. "I saw that in a scary movie once."

Suddenly, the theater doors burst open as police flooded in. Danny led the way, his expression softening with immense relief when he spotted Sam. He stumbled forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as he caught his breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face as he scanned her features.

Sam smiled gently at him. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"I thought you might need some reinforcements. I called the hospital and Mindy and Gale are gonna be okay. Mindy's on her way here right now; they couldn't stop her."

Tara gave the man a soft smile. "Not bad, cute boy."

He smiled back. "Thanks."

"I approve" Iris mouthed to Sam as she smiled at them.

Iris approached Kirby slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as they made their way outside for help.

"I'm sorry," Iris said, feeling ashamed for not trusting the blonde woman.

Kirby smiled at her. "It's okay, Iris. You did the right thing."

"Still, I'm sorry. I promise I won't accuse you of murder again."

Kirby laughed, wincing in pain. "God, you're just like your sister, you owe me a coffee." They exchanged warm smiles before they carefully helped Kirby onto a stretcher.

Outside, a crowd had gathered around the police's bright yellow caution tape. Various doctors tended to the injured girls, and thankfully, none had severe wounds that required extensive treatment; they only needed stitches and bandages.

As Kirby was wheeled toward the ambulance, the paramedics paused in front of the vehicle, allowing her a moment to say goodbye to the three girls.

"If you ever need me, call. We're all part of the same fucked up family now. And legacy doesn't always have to be a bad thing. Okay?"

They all smiled weakly at her but Iris looked down for a moment and sniffled lightly. Kirby turned to her with a soft look.

"Hey."

"It's just-" her voice broke, "Chad. We couldn't save him".

"Hey, we've got another one here!"

The girls turned to see medics carrying a familiar figure out of the theater on a stretcher as they wheeled him toward an ambulance.

"Chad!"

The girls rushed to his side. "You're alive!" Tara exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears as she gently touched his shoulder.

"How the fuck are you not dead?" Iris said, her voice laced with happiness as she grabbed tightly his hand.

The boy put up his hand weakly, five fingers splayed out.

"Core fucking five". Iris laughed before she took the boy's mask off, it seemed like he wanted to talk.

"Don't tell me you guys were crying for me" Chad spoke really quietly as he had trouble doing so.

"Absolutely not," he laughed at the comment, though the sound quickly shifted to a faint groan of pain.

Iris quickly put his mask on with a sheepish smile. "Sorry dude you probably need that".

"Oh my god! Oh my god, are you guys okay?" They turned as a familiar voice approached them, and Mindy skidded to a stop in front of the girls. She clutched her side, where a series of white bandages wrapped around her waist. "I know who the killer is. It's Ethan and Bailey."

Sam smiled fondly at the girl's worried expression. "And Quinn."

"Quinn too? Fuck!" Mindy exclaimed. "Did I miss the monologue again?"

Her eyes fell to her brother's injured figure. "Are you okay?" She asked her brother, before her eyes turned to the other three girls. "Are you okay? You guys don't look okay." She rambled as she followed the workers who wheeled Chad up to the ambulance. "Omg, we all survived. It's a twist and a twist; they gave me a lot of drugs, by the way."

Before she could leave with her brother, she turned to Iris. "I saw Anika" she smiled softly at them. "She's asking for you, you better go visit her"

"I will, I promise," Iris said with a fond smile as she watched her best friend get into the ambulance on their way to the hospital. Meanwhile, Sam headed over to Danny, who was waiting for her at the corner. As she turned around, she noticed Tara already watching her.

"What"

"Nothing, I just... I can't believe we're okay," Tara said, stepping closer as she wrapped her uninjured arm around Iris's neck. "We can finally live our lives in peace again."

"A peaceful life with you sounds like a dream come true," Iris replied, pressing her lips to Tara's forehead while wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

"You're my dream come true," Tara said, but immediately made a face after realizing how sappy it sounded. "Disgusting that was way too cheesy".

"Says the girl who wrote me a letter confessing how much she loves me,"

"Shut up! I take it back," Tara shot back, her cheeks flushing.

"You can't! I'm sorry, I don't make the rules," Iris laughed, enjoying Tara's mock annoyance.

Before Tara could respond, Iris leaned in, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss that silenced all the teasing and wrapped them both in a moment of warmth and relief.

"How do you think Mindy and Chad are going to react when they find out we're together?" Iris asked, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"Oh, they're going to go absolutely insane," Tara replied, bursting into laughter at the thought.

"Did you know they have a bet going on with Sam?"

"Jesus even Sam?"

"Yeah"

"I fucking hate them"

The two shared a moment of laughter, imagining their friends' over-the-top reactions.

"I love you, Tara," Iris said softly, her tone sincere as she looked into Tara's eyes.

"I love you too, Iris," Tara replied, her heart swelling with affection. She pulled Iris closer, savoring the moment.

They walked side by side toward a group of police officers ready to take their statements when Iris's phone suddenly began to ring. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she pulled it from her pocket. Upon seeing the caller ID, her eyes widened in horror.

"What happened?" Tara asked, glancing at her with concern.

"My mother," Iris whispered, a note of panic creeping into her voice.

"Oh," Tara squeezed her hand for support. "Good luck, you're fucked".

Iris took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hey, Mom!" she said, forcing a cheerfulness she didn't feel.

"Iris, baby, I saw the news!" her mother exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.

"What news?" Iris feigned ignorance, stealing a glance at Tara, who raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"They caught two Ghostfaces in some abandoned theater in New York!" her mother continued, clearly distressed.

"Well, actually, there were three," Iris replied, trying to inject some humor into the situation. "They're innovating, you know."

A heavy silence hung on the line as it sank in that she had just made things worse.

“Iris, please tell me you weren’t there,”

“Well, Mom, let me hold your hand when I tell you this…”

“IRIS!

[alittlegiraffe]

Hello! Can you please write 5 times Eminem gets jealous when other men become interested in the reader? (He hasn't confessed to her yet) The reader is also very oblivious to his feelings because he is a celebrity and she is not and doesn't understand why he is acting like that.

Title: About Damn Time

1. The Time You Went on a Date with Some Random Guy

You kicked off your heels and flopped onto Marshall’s couch with a dramatic sigh.

“How was it?” he asked, not looking up from his phone.

You shrugged. “It was… fine?”

Marshall scoffed. “That bad?”

“No! He was really nice. Funny, smart, great job…”

“Sounds like a fuckin’ Hallmark movie.”

You rolled your eyes. “You asked.”

He muttered something under his breath, then finally looked at you. “So, you seein’ him again?”

“Maybe?” You frowned. “He said he’d call.”

Marshall exhaled sharply and went back to his notepad, gripping the pen way too aggressively.

“Dude, what’s with you?”

“Nothin’.”

You shrugged it off, not noticing how his jaw clenched when your phone buzzed.

2. The Time You Got Hit On at the Studio

You were at the studio, leaning against the console, when one of the engineers—some new guy—struck up a conversation.

“So, Y/N,” he grinned, “you ever think about getting into music? You’ve got the voice for it.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think—”

“She’s not here for that,” Marshall interrupted flatly.

You blinked at him. “I mean, I could answer for myself—”

“We workin’.” He shot the guy a glare. “You got somethin’ else to do, or you just here to talk?”

The engineer held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean anything by it.”

After he walked off, you turned to Marshall. “Okay, seriously. What was that?”

He shrugged. “Nothin’.”

You narrowed your eyes, then shook your head. “You’re weird, man.”

Marshall just muttered under his breath and went back to work.

3. The Time You Got Too Close to His Crew

You’d always gotten along with Marshall’s friends, but lately, you’d noticed Proof had taken to throwing an arm around you like you were one of them.

At a party, he laughed as he slung an arm over your shoulders. “Man, you put up with way too much of Marshall’s bullshit.”

You smirked. “Someone has to.”

Marshall, standing a few feet away, clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

Later, he pulled you aside. “You and Proof got somethin’ I should know about?”

You snorted. “Uh, yeah. We’re gonna start a rap duo and take over the world.”

Marshall didn’t laugh.

You rolled your eyes. “Dude, it’s Proof. Your best friend.”

Marshall muttered something under his breath and took a sip of his drink. You just shrugged, completely missing the way he glared at Proof for the rest of the night.

4. The Time You Wore That Damn Dress

Marshall had never actually choked on air before, but apparently, tonight was the night.

You showed up to an event in a fitted dress, hair and makeup done, looking—well. Different.

“You good?” you asked, amused, as he coughed into his drink.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. You, uh. You don’t usually wear stuff like that.”

You smiled. “You like it?”

He scoffed. “Don’t matter what I think.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, clearly it does if you’re acting all weird about it.”

“I ain’t actin’ weird.”

You stared at him for a second, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

Marshall took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away. If one more guy looked at you like that, he was gonna lose it.

5. The Time You Almost Kissed Someone Else

It happened at a party. Some guy leaned in, and for a split second, it looked like you were gonna let him.

Marshall didn’t think—he just moved. Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the guy and out the door.

“What the hell, Marshall?” you asked as he dragged you outside.

He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “You don’t wanna kiss that dude.”

“…Why not?”

He looked at you like you’d just asked if the sky was blue.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, completely lost.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. Then, before he could second-guess himself, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

+1. The Time He Finally Did Something About It

Your brain short-circuited.

Marshall Mathers was kissing you. Marshall.

When he pulled back, he exhaled sharply. “You get it now?”

You blinked. “…Wait. You like me?”

Marshall groaned. “Oh my God.”

“No, no, I’m just—Since when?”

He rolled his eyes. “Long enough.”

You processed that. Then, finally, finally, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and yanked him back down for another kiss.

When you pulled away, breathless, you grinned. “You could’ve just told me, you know.”

Marshall smirked. “Yeah, well. You weren’t gettin’ the hint.”

No. But you got it now.

[butterflydm]

new WoT thoughts (Mat-centric)

I am getting more and more excited as we ramp up towards s3!

exciting gif set to be found here

Without getting into too many spoilers, The Shadow Rising is one of my favorite books in the series, so I am really pleased that we're getting to it this season (TFoH is also a favorite, so I am definitely crossing my fingers hard for s4 as well).

Last week we got some hints about mid-late season stuff with the Tanchico pics, but this week is all early-season clips, when Mat is still in Tar Valon/the White Tower. Very intriguing stuff! It does imply a considerable amount of time in the Tower before the split (since Loial, Bain, & Chiad are all in the final shot), though some of this might happen after the others leave Tar Valon.

We know at least the first one happens while Rand & co are still there, because @markantonys spotted Rand in the first couple of frames of the clip. Might be the same scene that we've already gotten a still of a couple of weeks ago - I think the outfits match. And so the second clip might be Mat sharing that drink with Rand and Perrin, and the still essentially takes place 'between' these two clips. You can really see Mat's brocade-y coat better here.

I'm guessing the third gif is going to lead into a very fan-favorite moment from the books involving two brothers, so I'm going to speculate that it comes from episode 2 (so we might see Mat only in Tar Valon in ep 1, then in the White Tower proper in ep 2?) since that's when Morgase makes her official entrance to the White Tower, per the stills. And, yeah, I agree with Rafe that that book moment makes a lot more sense after Mat has gotten a memory download of battles instead of before.

If I'm only considering what the show has given us, it might be the Horn itself that is Mat's reason for 'getting invited' to the White Tower, since he seems to be leaning into his fame (I am curious if we'll see a contrast here with the other two boys).

Then the final clip, which alludes to Maidens' Kiss but is on-screen instead of a memory by Mat. Loial in the back doesn't look like he's worried about Mat's life or anything. That one looks like it happens at night. It does look like Mat has the same outfit in all of these, he just takes off the coat in the last few.

No neck injuries spotted, which could mean that whatever we saw in that earlier clip hasn't happened yet or it could mean he got Aes Sedai Healing for it.

[bellobambino]

The Safe House - Part 1

fluff to smut in a future fic

Summary: Unnamed female reader's brother seems to be involved with Luigi's disappearance. Her first person POV.

1,045w

AN: So far this is 3 parts. 4th part will be smut. Part 1 here is set up. please leave a reply, just tell me what you think. i'm looking for some constructive crit if u have time. ill post part 2 in a few days.

The Safe House - Part 1

Gravel crunches outside, the unmistakable pop and shift of tires rolling up the driveway. My stomach twists. No one should be here. There are only a handful of people who even know about this place, and none of them are supposed to be showing up right now.

I glance through the studio window, heart hammering, and my breath catches in my throat.

Ben’s car.

My brother’s car.

Holy fuck.

Ben has been missing for three weeks. No texts, no calls. Not even one of those passive-aggressive thumbs-up emojis he overuses. Nothing. Radio silence.

I abandon my paintbrushes, running to the front door, opening it before he even cuts the engine. The cold air bites, but I don’t care.

The property is big, tucked away in Vermont, the trees stretching high and leafless against the late winter sky. It’s a quiet retreat. Remote and away from everything. That’s why I came here in the first place. To be alone for a few weeks and paint.

He slams the car door, looks up, and we just stare at each other for a second, both of us blinking like we’ve seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?” I say first, because that’s all I’ve got. My voice comes out strangled.

Ben runs a hand through his messy hair and exhales sharply. He looks exhausted, thinner, his jaw sharper than I remember. His hoodie is all lopsided. He should not be here.

“Ben, where the hell have you–?”

“What are you doing here?” he asks, cutting me off like he’s just as surprised to see me.

I throw my hands up. “What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is Uncle Jeff’s place, I’ve been up here for weeks… where have you been? Why haven’t you answered our calls? We’re all worried sick about you!”

He exhales through his nose, glancing past me into the cabin. He looks wired. Restless. He mutters a low, “Fuck,” under his breath.

Then, before I can react, he reaches out, plucks my phone right out of my hand, and turns it off.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I lunge for my phone, but he steps back, slipping it into his pocket.

“We can’t have any electronics on.”

“Ben.” My voice is sharp now. “Give me my phone.”

“Not right now.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Just listen to me.”

I fold my arms tight against my chest. “I’m listening.”

“You need to get cool with some things really fast.”

I go still. A prickle of ice works its way up my spine. Oh fuck.

He’s serious. Like, deeply, fundamentally serious in that way Ben only gets when he knows he’s about to say something I’m really not going to like.

I swallow hard. “What things?”

He looks around, then gestures toward the main cabin. “Inside.”

He moves first, which is smart, because my legs feel weirdly detached from the rest of me, like I’m floating rather than actually walking. Inside the loft, I perch on the arm of the couch. He stays standing. Neither of us speaks.

Finally, I break the silence. “Ben. Talk.”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Do you know who Brian Thompson is?”

My stomach drops. “Yeah.”

Ben nods slowly. “So you heard what happened to him.”

The room goes very, very still.

I try to swallow, but my throat feels thick. “Jesus, Ben,” I whisper. “Are you telling me you know something about that?”

He lifts his chin slightly. It’s not an answer, but it is.

I stare at him. “Shut the fuck up.”

“it was me,” he says. “And Luigi.”

I feel like I’m gonna be sick.

Luigi.

Lu, who’s been missing for months. I thought he was dead or had dropped everything and moved overseas. I wasn’t the only one who thought this. We all did. Nobody knew where he was. But now Ben is here telling me they knew where he was this entire time, while we all thought the worst.

Nobody has been able to reach Ben since… well, since the Brian Thompson shooting. Now I know why. 

I’m furious but relieved. “He’s alive.”

Ben exhales. “Yeah. He’s alive.”

I almost laugh. Only because my brain can’t process all this information in real-time. He’s standing there, patiently waiting for me to stop freaking out before he drops the next bomb.

“And he’ll be here tomorrow.”

My stomach lurches. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Lu.” He rubs a hand over his jaw, glancing toward the window like he’s checking for ghosts. “He’ll be here tomorrow. This place is good to lay low for a while.”

Fantastic.

I press my hands against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. This is happening so fast. One second I’m up here in Vermont, soaking in the beauty of solitude, then my brother shows up out of nowhere, tells me he’s an accomplice to murder, and that tomorrow, Luigi is going to walk through that door like a ghost returning from the grave.

I push off the couch and follow Ben to the door, catching sight of him popping the trunk. He hauls out a silver suitcase, then another. They’re heavy. My stomach twists.

“What is that?” I demand.

Ben doesn’t look at me. “Stuff.”

Stuff. Awesome.

I should say something. I should demand answers. But my brain keeps skipping ahead to the part where tomorrow, Luigi will be here.

Ben and Luigi were practically inseparable in college, both in the same frat, Phi Kappa Psi. They rushed together, partied together, graduated together. And now they’ve done… this together.

The last time I saw Luigi, it was summer. Some birthday party. We had circled each other all night, and when he finally got me alone, he whispered, “Ben is gonna kill me,” and kissed me. Soft, his hands in my hair, tasting of tequila and maybe the start of something new.

Then he fell off the face of the earth. 

Ben slams the trunk shut, looks at me over the roof of the car. “You good?”

I force myself to nod. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t press, just hoists another bag over his shoulder and heads inside.

Luigi will be here tomorrow, and I don’t have a clue what to expect.

[linaliteracy]

Will it Pass? Pt. 3

Pairing: Bangchan x afab!reader.

Summary: You love Chan, how could you not? He is your best friend. Your problem? You love him too much and cannot stand him near you or your heart will break.

includes: college!au, angsty, friends to lovers.

Note: English is not my first language. Leave me suggestion or comments on the ask box! 🩷

Part 1, Part 2.

Y/N's POV

"What...? is pouring outside"

A soaking Christopher is standing outside of my dorm room, leaving big drops of water on the floor of the hallway.

"I know but... I needed to talk to you" He gets in and takes of his shoes and hoodie. He closes the door behind him and stands still. "About your feelings for me."

I freeze and walk to my desk, I pretend to organize some things so he can't see my face getting red.

"Oh, just pretend it didn't happen, please." I plead.

This was worst than I imagined.

All the times I pictured this conversation, it was with me looking better, not with pjs and messy make up that I didn't remove totally.

"It's been a while and... I miss you, and I haven't told you all the truth and I need to be honest with you"

He sat in my bed as if it was the most normal thing... he was wet, was he going to leave a spot? I hope not, but I tried to picture...

"Honest?" I say suddenly. "Look if you are going to reject me..."

"I was in love with you" He interrupts and fixes his hair.

I look at him with wide eyes. I freeze again and see him fidgeting with his hands, moving rings from one finger to another.

"In high school, I was... and I... yeah, deeply, madly, truly, deeply in love with you... but you never wanted anything with anyone so... i hid them, but..."

He sighs and continues.

"Look, it sounds cliché but, I always knew you were more than my friend and... well... not girlfriend, but... i always saw you as... someone who was there and would be there." He looks up, and I can see the vulnerability in his eyes" When I said I had to stop feeling things for you and started to hook up, it... felt weird, but... anyway, I like you, or I did and I feel I still do, but... I am scared that I fucked this up, so... is it too late?"

I stare in silence at the floor... for a while, I do not know for how much? Minutes? Seconds? Maybe not even one second, but when i spoke my voice just came out as a whisper.

"In... high school?" He nods "You should have told me"

He smiles sadly and looks at me.

"Maybe? I wouldn't know... but this time apart... I do not ever want you out of my life again... ever, and I... just hope it is not too late or... that you hate me so much, because I would hate me too, I mean I-

I realized he was starting to ramble. I chuckled and sit next to him in my bed.

"It is fine" I smile at him. "I still like you"

He moved his hand to hold mine and place it on my knee, stroking my thumb.

"Good... Good... and... what do we do now?" He whispers a bit shy.

"I guess you kiss me?"

*2 years later*

"Christopher I cannot see... so, don't tell me to watch my steps" I say entering the apartment slowly, and with my arms forward trying to analyze my surroundings.

"Sorry, baby, just a sayin'" He holds my waist and I listen the closing of the door. He moves and grabs my hand and leads me to the right of the apartment.

"You know? You look pretty with th-

"Shut up!" I blush before he says his thought and I hear him chuckle.

"Now..." He stands behind me and takes off the blindfold "Surprise"

"What the..." I adjust to the light, the new view and the beautiful furniture in front of me, filled with my favorite things "You... How?

"Took time but... it is just for you... so you can organize and save all your beautiful books"

I get closer to the bookshelf, and see all the books lined up by series, some by genre and in some spaces beautiful funko pop's of my favorite princesses and some art work of my favorite books.

"How did you know?"

He shrugs.

"Google and Tiktok, and Chat GPT, too" he chuckles and gets closer. "You like it?"

I look at him and tears fall down my eyes. Just to think he took time of his own to look and organize all this, fills my heart with joy"

"Baby, what is-" he craddles my face.

"Just hug me"

[ragnarockz]

for the men Strap POV Dialogue prompts... but its agent Vidal/Rio top, if that's ok with you?

1, 5, 8, 13

I may or may not have a thing for desperate top Rio... 🥺 Please and thank you 🤲

-🌟

“You feel so good around my cock.”

5. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

8. “Please let me cum.”

13. “Please. Fuck. Yes. Make me cum. Make me cum deep inside you.”

Ohhhhh yeah; love me some top!Vidal 🥰💚

"You feel so good around my cock,"

Agnes hissed under her breath before moaning loudly. Vidal had taken her seat on Agnes' strap; facing each other. Vidal's legs held tight against the side of Agnes' body, using the grip to grind down harder, deeper onto Agnes. It was one of Agnes' favorite views in the entire world, Vidal sitting high and mighty; filled to the fucking brim with her cock. Tits bouncing as she controlled her own pace, her own needs. Agnes was just a vessel, just a toy for Vidal to use. Every once in a while, Agnes would buck her hips up and throw Vidal off course which elicited a long and deep scratch from the top of Agnes' thigh down to the knee. Vidal didn't like being thrown off her rhythm all that well. Agnes wanted to die every single time Vidal pouted.

Agnes watched Vidal through hooded eyes; watched her bounce and grind down onto the silicone that was planted snugly into the harness. It felt like nothing else mattered in that moment; the outside world melting away as the two of them fucked each others brains out. Was it Saturday? Sunday? Agnes lost track of time every time Friday night rolled around and they decided to 'stay in' for the weekend. Staying in always meant them barely leaving the bedroom; finding new ways to get one another off. It didn't take much; they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop,"

Agnes mumbled under her breath; half-conscious as she could feel the friction between her legs; the weight of Vidal on top of her. Her own thighs were wet; covered in sweat and her own wetness. She could feel it seeping out of her; the sight alone of Vidal fucking her silicone cock was enough to make her wet, get her off. She was barely even touched by her, minus the scratching, and it was enough to make her feel like she was burning, aching inside. There was a dull throbbing; a deep aching to be touched or filled or fucked. Agnes let out a deep moan; shifting her hips.

Vidal knew what was happening, knew Agnes all too well. She was getting off by herself; she wasn't going to wait. It happened every time, not that it made Vidal upset or anything. It was obvious from the first time they were intimate that Agnes' libido was much higher, must faster than Vidal's. It didn't take much to get her wet or reach her orgasm. It made waiting and teasing all the more fun, Vidal thought. But here, right now, as she rocked against Agnes she could tell just from that moan that it was all going to end very, very soon.

Vidal's hands found Agnes' thighs again, digging her nails into the detective's skin. Agnes lifted her head, her neck to get a better view of the Agent on top of her. She caught a quick glance at how slick the silicone cock was; obviously doing its job.

"What's the fucking nails for, baby? Jesus..."

"Please let me cum."

Agnes huffed; rolled her eyes as she let her head hit the pillow again,

"No one's saying you can't..."

"I can tell you're just about ready...if you haven't already..."

Vidal's words were low, challenging. They had a hint of accusation in them; tugging at Agnes' conscious that she may or may not have done something 'bad'. Vidal smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a way that made her breasts bounce against her chest. Within seconds, Agnes' hands, her fingers were digging into Vidal's waist. Vidal laughed, how easy it was to make the detective snap. A quick flick of her hair and a titty bounce was all Agnes needed to get a head start.

“Please. Fuck. Yes. Make me cum. Make me cum deep inside you!”

Vidal whined, high pitched and desperate; almost a full scream. Agnes felt like her head was spinning and a low strand of curses flew out of her mouth all at once. She was both focusing and losing herself in the moment; everything blurring and merging at once.

[jerzwriter]

It's Valentine's Day, and Edenbrook Hospital is filled with balloons, chocolates, repressed feelings, and crossed signals. How will it all work out? (Part 1 of 2)

Book: Open Heart (Book 1) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Featuring: OH Gang Rating: Teen Words: 2,120 Summary: Ethan was never a fan of Valentine's Day, but this year, the day can't end soon enough. But when a chat at the nurse's station leads to disinformation and denial, is there any way the day can improve? Or will things get even worse? (Part 1 of 2)

A/N: This is an AU and not pat of my Ethan/Kaycee headcanon. Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day Event - "Grumpy character ends up with a blind date on Valentine's Day" and @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Envy

The fourth-floor nurse’s station looked like a battlefield - a battlefield that had been ambushed by an army of pink and red decorations - but a battlefield nonetheless. Heart-shaped balloons bobbed near the ceiling, their strings haphazardly taped to the counter in a desperate attempt to keep them from floating down the hall. Candy bowls were overflowing with foil-wrapped chocolates, and in the center of it all was an exquisite tray of cupcakes, courtesy of Dr. Sienna Trinh, who had a bright career as a baker ahead if she decided medicine wasn’t her thing. The atmosphere was bright and festive, almost obnoxiously so. And Ethan Ramsey wanted to burn it all to the ground.

If he didn’t need the chart in Nurse Maureen’s hands, he wouldn’t have come within ten feet of the spectacle. But unfortunately, he did. With a resigned sigh, he headed toward the nurse’s station, barely masking his irritation as he gestured gruffly for the chart.

Maureen, either oblivious or deliberately ignoring him, remained immersed in conversation. Around him, the nurses and staff continued their chatter, unconcerned with his rapidly dwindling patience.

“I just love Valentine’s Day!” Nurse Sarah gushed. “The flowers, the candy, the little love notes—I wish we could do this every day!”

“Nope. Overrated,” Jackie countered, flipping through a patient file. “It’s just capitalism preying on the emotionally weak – and it looks like I'm surrounded by that demographic right now.”

“Hey!” Bryce snapped as he bit into one of Sienna's cupcakes. “Not everyone who loves Valentine’s Day is emotionally weak—some of us are just happy to be alive... even if we are tragically single.”

Kaycee, who had been quietly listening, smirked at the banter but kept her gaze fixed on her laptop, anything to avoid making eye contact with Ethan who looked like he was one second away from exploding. She could feel the disapproval radiating from him like a dark cloud and the only saving grace was he hadn’t noticed her – until now.

“Kayce,” Sarah beamed. “What are your plans? I’m sure you have half of Boston lining up to be your Valentine.”

Kaycee hesitated, looking like a dear caught in the headlights as she attempted to come up with a response. Her only plans involved old pajamas, a bottle of cheap wine, her couch, and a lineup of comfort-watch romcoms. But the thought of admitting that—especially in front of him, after everything that had passed between them—made her sick.

“Oh, yeah, actually,” she said, feigning confidence. “I’ve got a... thing tonight.”

“A thing?” Bryce chimed in, eyebrow raised. “You have a thing you didn’t tell moi? I’m wounded, Kaycee.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled, waving him off. “It was a last-minute thing. You know, just… a date.”

The words escaped her before she could stop them, and she regretted them at once.

She wasn’t even sure why she said it—maybe it was because Ethan had been avoiding her since they returned from the conference in Miami, and the sting of rejection was still too fresh. Or, maybe it was because she wasn't about to let him believe she was just sitting around, waiting for him to change his mind.

She finally allowed herself to glance in Ethan’s direction, and their eyes met. His expression remained unreadable, but she didn’t miss the subtle clench of his jaw.

“Really?” Jackie snorted. “A date on Valentine’s Day? Screw Scapel Jockey, why didn’t you tell me? I thought being your roommate would give me some privileges! So spill... who is the lucky dude or dudette?"

Kaycee froze in place. She hadn’t planned on follow-up questions. But now, all eyes were on her, and she was floundering until Bryce swooped in for the save.

Sliding an arm around her waist, he flashed a mega-watt smile. “All right, game time is over. Obviously, it’s me.”

"YOU!" Sienna gasped. “Wait! When did this happen?”

Kaycee glanced up nervously, “It’s just a friendly date,” she insisted, though the blush settling on her cheeks had Ethan doubting her claims.

“Right, friendly,” Sarah said with a knowing wink. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?”

Without missing a beat, she shifted her attention to Ethan. “And what about you, Dr. Ramsey? Big plans tonight?”

“Hard pass.” He scoffed.

“Oh, come on,” Sarah teased, nudging her long-time colleague. “You must have something lined up!”

Ethan barely looked up. “I do. A plan to avoid all plans.”

Maureen smiled knowingly. “I see you still love Valentine's Day, don't you, Dr. Ramsey?”

Ethan crossed his arms, annoyance etched on his face. “Let’s get one thing straight—I find all holidays frivolous. But one built on forced romance, outrageously overpriced flowers, and mass-produced greeting cards dripping with nonsense no sane person would ever say?” He shook his head. “Frankly, it’s pathetic.”

Kaycee swallowed, diverting her eyes. She wasn’t sure why his words stung so badly, but they did. He wasn’t talking about her specifically, but something about the way he said it – the harsh tone completely dismissing the very concept of love and romance, left her feeling a bit... crushed.

She wasn’t naive - she knew Ethan carried more baggage than he let on, and his walls were built high and reinforced with steel. Still, every now and then when his gaze lingered a second too long or when his hardened exterior softened just a bit, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, a part of him wanted to believe in something, too. But tonight, reality delivred her a harsh reminder.

Forcing a smile, she pushed away from the counter. “Enough Valentine’s Day talk. I have rounds to do, and they aren’t going to take care of themselves.”

“That’s the first sensible thing anyone’s said,” Ethan muttered. He didn’t turn to look at her as she walked away. And, God, how she wished he had.

~~~~~

Later that night, Ethan sat perched on his usual barstool at Donahue’s, scowling into his Scotch. A rogue red crepe streamer fell from the ceiling, landing directly in his drink as if the universe itself was mocking him.

He exhaled sharply, fishing it out with a flick of his fingers. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “This day is a goddamn nightmare.”

From behind the bar, Reggie, who had witnessed the entire ordeal, slid a fresh glass in front of him. “You know,” he said dryly, “for a doctor, you have a very loose grasp of what qualifies as a nightmare.”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, a half-smile on his lips. "Well, nightmare is a relative term."

He’d fully intended to spend the night at home, and that's where he wanted to be. But somehow, those plans unraveled in record time. One moment, he was happily rejecting the schmaltzy holiday and the next, he was being bamboozled into a blind date—courtesy of his so-called friend and mentor, Naveen.

He should have seen it coming. The warning signs had been there when Naveen pulled him aside after rounds, his eyes twinkling with fatherly amusement.

“My dear boy,” he’d said in that kind, infuriating tone of his. “I happen to know a very lovely woman who—”

“No.”

“—she’s intelligent, accomplished, and would love to meet—”

“Absolutely not,” Ethan insisted. Yet, here he was.

Naveen had a way of convincing Ethan to do things he had no desire to do. And somehow, against all logic and his better judgment, he’d found himself agreeing to meet some woman here tonight.

He took another sip of Scotch, regretting every decision that had brought him to this point. The only thing worse than waiting for a date he had no desire to be on? Knowing that the only person he wished he could spend the night with was on a date, too - but it wasn't with him.

~~~~~

Kaycee pulled her coat around herself as she hurried down the busy sidewalk, the frigid February air biting against her skin. She hadn’t planned on going out tonight, and she'd still be snuggling solo on her couch if Bryce hadn’t called.

“Come on, MacClennan,” he coaxed, his voice dripping with his usual charm. “Why would you want to spend the night home alone when you could be out with me? Me, Kaycee, me!”

“Bryce,” she smiled, glancing into her mostly empty fridge in search of snacks. “It’s enticing, but...”

“But?”

“But I’ve been looking forward to some quality couch time all day. Besides, you know I'm avoiding any place that remotely reminds me that it's February 14th.”

“Then meet me at Donahue’s!” He insisted. “What could be more anti-Valentine’s Day than that? No romance, all sleep-deprived workaholics drowning away their loneliness.”

“Great,” she said sarcastically. “That sounds like so much fun.”

“It will be fun if we’re there. Come on, Kaycee,” he said, his voice softening. “It may not be some dream date, but it’s better than sitting in your apartment thinking about him.”

That stopped her in her tracks. Bryce knew exactly what he was doing, and damn it, he was right.

If she stayed home, she’d be alone with her thoughts. And no matter how much she told herself she didn’t care about Valentine’s Day - or about him - deep down, she knew the truth. She did miss Ethan. And while a bottle of Yellow Tail Moscato and a pile of chocolate chip cookies could push away the pain for a short time, she knew she was just one Julia Roberts flick away from being buried under a mountain of Kleenex.

“Fine,” she sighed. And that’s how she found herself walking to Donahue’s right now. It could be worse, she thought, reaching for the door. At least she could have a little fun on what was supposed to be the most romantic day of the year.

~~~~~

Ethan’s patience was wearing thin. Lauren was already fifteen minutes late, and if he believed in the divine, he would have taken it as a sign that he should cut his losses and head home. Then his phone buzzed.

“I just parked!” Lauren's text read. “I’ll be there in just a moment!”

“Fine,” he grumbled out loud.

He should have been looking forward to this. At another time, he probably would have. Lauren was perfect on paper - a renowned Harvard professor whose work he respected, intelligent enough to make for a stimulating conversation, and, according to Naveen, a catch. He’d looked her up—tall, beautiful, with wavy chestnut hair and kind blue eyes.

But this wasn’t another time, and right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Ethan exhaled slowly, trying and failing to convince himself this was a good idea. Every instinct screamed at him to leave, but he remained anchored to his chair. He reached for his drink just as the door swung open, a rush of cold air cutting through the bar.

He turned toward it - and his chest tightened.

It wasn’t Lauren.

It was Kaycee.

For a split second, Ethan thought he was imagining things. But no—she was there. She wasn’t dressed for some romantic, candlelit dinner. She was in jeans, boots, and a soft pink cable-knit sweater, her blonde glowing under the bar lights. She looked comfortable, familiar... her... and she took his breath away.

He didn’t think. He didn’t take time to weigh the pros and cons of why stepping closer was a bad idea. Tonight, something in him just moved. His feet hitting the ground before his brain had a chance to catch up. He had every intention of greeting her—what he'd say, he had no idea, but he knew he had to be near her.

He was about to say hello when Bryce appeared from out of the crowd. Grinning from ear to ear, he swooped Kaycee into his arms and spun her off her feet in a playful hug. Ethan couldn't miss the way her face lit up - bright, unrestrained laughter - he hadn’t seen her like that for longer than he cared to admit.

He froze mid-step, something inside him twisting when he heard...

“Ethan?” A soft voice called out. “Ethan? Is that you?”

Lauren smiled at him, completely unaware of the storm raging behind his eyes. “It must be you,” she smiled warmly. There aren't any other handsome, six-foot-five men in here.”

Ethan blinked, forcing himself back into the moment. He finally turned to Lauren, who was even more beautiful in person - exactly the kind of woman who should hold his attention. But over her shoulder, his eyes were focused on someone else.

Kaycee tossed her head back with a laugh, a quick flicker of movement that turned her head in Ethan's direction. Then, their eyes met.

To be continued...

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[nightlocked-in]

“peeta is bisexual” you guys are losing the vision. peeta isn’t even straight. katniss INVENTED sexuality for him. whatever katniss identifies as, he’s like “yeah, i’ll take that one” no questions asked

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[noisy-weasel]

When you can't play the main story because you're too weak and you can't catch up on hard mode 3 chapters behind because you're still too weak and you can't play the event because you're too weak and farming levels is a horrible part time job and it's like well wtf man. wtf I'm supposed to do?

[lighthouseborn]

to balance the extremely odd energy i just put out here though i really do think. and i maybe think about this a lot but- i really do think. the movie is wrong because carina definitely kissed him first. send post.

[solxamber]

And I Pick...

In which you choose the club that caught your eye

Part 1

After much contemplation you've finally decided to pick the:

Basketball Club

The basketball court was quiet for all of two seconds after you announced your decision.

Then Ace exploded.

"HA! I knew you’d pick us! I called it!" He was practically doing laps around the court, pointing at nothing in particular. "Ace Trappola: the ultimate recruiter, the club MVP, and now the guy who brought you on board! This is the best day of my life!"

"Eh, it’s about time," Floyd drawled, stretching lazily. "Took ya long enough to figure out where the fun is." His sharp-toothed grin widened. "Now we can play my version of full-contact basketball. Hehehe."

"Absolutely not," Jamil cut in, but Floyd wasn’t listening.

"Don’t worry," Floyd said, throwing an arm around your shoulders like you’d been lifelong teammates. "If you survive the first practice, you’ll survive all the practices. Probably."

Ace jogged back over, breathless but triumphant. "I told you we’re the best club! No boring rules, no endless laps like in Deuce's lame track team, and best of all—" He struck a dramatic pose, arms wide. "You get to hang out with me every day!"

"Please don’t make them quit on the first week," Jamil muttered, giving you a look that seemed to say, Are you sure about this?

"Quit? Nahhh!" Ace grinned. "They’re gonna thrive here. I’ll even teach them my signature moves—like my no-look, backwards, mid-air layup."

"You can’t even do that," Jamil said flatly.

"Not yet," Ace shot back. "But it’s the thought that counts."

Floyd leaned in closer, his grin somehow growing wider. "You better keep up, shrimpy. Otherwise, I might have to… spice things up a little."

"Spice things up?" you echoed, immediately suspicious.

"He means doing things like replacing the basketballs with watermelons," Jamil deadpanned.

Ace snorted. "Or throwing the ball at the hoop so hard it breaks the backboard. Oh wait, that actually happened. Twice."

"It was fun," Floyd said, completely unrepentant.

Jamil sighed like a man who’d aged a decade in the last five minutes. But then, to your surprise, he turned to you and offered a small, genuine smile. "Still… I’m glad you’re here. Welcome to the team."

The words were simple, but coming from Jamil, they felt like a warm endorsement.

Ace clapped his hands together, clearly ready to move things along. "Alright, enough talking! Let’s get you on the court and see what you’ve got!"

"Or we could start slow," Jamil suggested, but Ace was already dragging you toward the center of the court, Floyd trailing behind with a basketball under one arm.

"Don’t worry," Floyd said, tossing the ball up and catching it effortlessly. "If ya mess up, we’ll just laugh at ya a little. No big deal~."

"No one’s laughing at anyone," Jamil said firmly, already pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ace threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "Ignore him. We’re gonna have a blast! First practice starts now!"

You weren’t sure what you’d gotten yourself into, but judging by their enthusiasm (and Floyd’s maniacal laughter), you were in for one chaotic ride.

Track and Field Club

The moment you declared your allegiance to the track and field club, Deuce’s face lit up like someone had just told him he passed his midterms.

“You’re… really joining?” he asked, like he needed double confirmation. When you nodded, his grin widened, the kind that made him look both relieved and excited. “That’s awesome! Uh—welcome to the team! Seriously, it’s great to have you.” His usual earnestness shone through, and he scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m still kind of learning the ropes, but we can figure things out together. It’s gonna be great!”

Jack, standing beside him, gave a firm nod of approval. “Good call. Track and field’s a solid choice. You’ll fit right in.” His tail wagged just enough to betray how happy he was, even if his tone stayed calm.

"Yeah!" Deuce agreed. “And, uh, don’t worry about keeping up or anything. It’s all about improving at your own pace. Right, Jack?”

“Sure,” Jack replied, glancing at you. Then he added, almost casually, “We’ll work on your stamina. You’re gonna need it.”

It took you a second to catch the faint glint in his eye, and then you remembered—oh no, the fridge comment. Jack had been disturbed ever since.

Deuce, oblivious to the subtext, chimed in, “Yeah, Jack’s great at that stuff! He’s got this crazy endurance. Like, he can run forever. I’m still working on it, but, uh, you’re in good hands!”

Jack’s tail swished again. “Just be ready to push yourself. But don’t worry—we’ve got your back.”

“Exactly!” Deuce said, his fists clenching like he was ready to run a marathon right there. “This is gonna be awesome. I mean, not that it wasn’t already great, but now it’s even better. Right, Jack?”

Jack gave a small, satisfied smile. “Right.”

As they led you toward the field, you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d just signed up for. One thing was certain, though—Jack’s still thinking about that fridge, and he will make sure it’s not an issue anymore.

Board Game Club

The moment you declared your allegiance to the board game club, Azul adjusted his glasses, looking smugly pleased with himself, like he'd just negotiated the deal of the century.

"An excellent decision," he said, his voice as smooth as the perfectly polished board games stacked behind him. "With your addition to our club, I foresee a new golden age of strategic victories."

Idia, sitting half-hidden behind a pile of unopened game boxes, choked on his energy drink. "W-Wait, you’re serious? They actually chose us?" His hair flared a brilliant shade of pink for a moment before he pulled his hoodie tighter around himself. "Th-this isn’t some prank, right? Like, I’m not gonna look up and see them bolting out the door laughing, right?"

"Nope," you replied with a grin. "I’m all in."

Ortho, ever the enthusiastic hype man, zipped into the room with his jet thrusters. "Welcome to the club! Now we have a full party for dungeon raids. This is amazing!"

Azul cleared his throat, waving a hand. "Ahem, while cooperative RPGs are certainly an option, I believe we should start with a game of strategy and wit to introduce them properly. Perhaps a round of Chess of Betrayal?"

Idia groaned, sinking further into his hoodie. "Ugh, that game takes, like, three hours. If you’re gonna scare them away, at least wait until they’re too deep in to quit. Why don’t we start with something easy, like Goblin King Gauntlet?"

Ortho clapped his hands. "Ooh, I love that one! It has a random trap mechanic! Let’s play that!"

Azul raised an eyebrow, his smile shark-like. "Trap mechanics are hardly a proper welcome. It would be far better to demonstrate the finer nuances of strategy, wouldn’t you agree?"

Idia muttered something about Azul turning everything into a power play, but you interrupted before they could spiral into a full-blown debate. "Honestly, I’m fine with anything. Just deal me in."

Azul’s smirk widened. "Very well, then. I shall prepare the game board. And don’t worry, I’ll make certain you’re fully equipped for our upcoming campaigns. You’ll find we offer more than just fun—we offer victory."

Idia peeked out from his hoodie, a small, hopeful smile creeping onto his face. "You’re not bad at this whole club thing. Maybe this won’t be so terrible."

As they started setting up the game, you felt an unexpected warmth. Sure, it was just a board game club, but there was something endearing about their chaotic enthusiasm.

Though one thing was clear—Azul would probably try to sell you game tokens at some point, and Idia would absolutely try to teach you how to min-max your dice rolls.

But hey, you were ready for it.

Film Studies Club

When you announced your decision to join the film studies club, Vil paused mid-sip of his herbal tea, one elegantly arched eyebrow rising. For a moment, he looked like he was considering whether he had heard you correctly. Then, with a practiced air of nonchalance, he set the teacup down.

"Hm. Acceptable," he said coolly, though his tone betrayed a slight uptick of satisfaction. "It’s rare to find someone with enough taste to appreciate the art of cinema. I suppose your presence will be… useful."

But the slight curl of his lips gave him away.

He stood, brushing imaginary dust from his coat, and gave you an appraising look. "We have much to discuss. If you’re serious about this, you’ll need to commit entirely—no half-measures, no excuses. The camera is unforgiving, and I have no intention of allowing this club to falter under subpar contributions."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he was already pacing, gesturing dramatically like the star of an avant-garde production. "Lighting, blocking, composition—they are all integral to creating art, not merely entertainment. I trust you won’t embarrass yourself, or me, for that matter."

Despite his words, you caught the faintest hint of pride in his gaze as he turned to face you fully. "And, if for some reason, acting isn’t your strength, there are other roles. Cinematography, set design, editing… Perhaps backstage work would suit you, should you fail the audition."

He didn’t say it to be harsh; this was Vil’s version of encouragement. And as he continued outlining the club’s vision—"a modern renaissance in storytelling"—you realized he was genuinely excited to have you there, even if he’d rather gargle poison than openly admit it.

Finally, he stopped and gave you a small, approving nod. "Welcome to the film studies club. Don’t make me regret this."

Translation: I’m glad you’re here.

Science Club

The moment you announced your decision to join the science club, Rook’s eyes lit up like you’d just declared him the ruler of the universe.

"Ah, mon ami! What a magnifique choice!" he exclaimed, sweeping you into a theatrical bow so deep you thought he might topple over. "You possess the soul of an explorer, a true seeker of knowledge! Together, we shall unlock the mysteries of nature and celebrate its beauty in all its forms!"

"Uh… don’t scare them off, Rook," Trey interjected, though he was smiling. He adjusted his apron, clearly relieved that you hadn’t bolted under Rook’s enthusiastic greeting. "We’re glad to have you. Really. It’s nice to have someone else around who won’t accidentally set the lab on fire."

You raised an eyebrow. "That’s a low bar."

Trey shrugged. "You’d be surprised how many fail to meet it."

Before you could respond, Rook was already spinning grand plans. "Imagine the adventures we will have! Scaling mountains, crafting elixirs, nurturing delicate blossoms—ah, the poetry of science!" He clasped his hands to his chest, radiating so much joy that you were worried he’d break into song.

Trey, ever the grounded one, sighed fondly. "What he means is: we do a little bit of everything. Growing plants, chemistry experiments, cooking—you’ll fit right in. Assuming Rook doesn’t scare you off first."

Rook turned to Trey with an exaggerated gasp, as if the very suggestion of him being overwhelming was the greatest insult he’d ever received. "Chevalier des Roses, how could you wound me so?" He turned back to you with a theatrical flourish. "Fear not! I shall be your guide, your companion, your—"

"Assistant," Trey cut in, giving you a knowing look. "We'll assist you. Don’t let him take over your projects."

You grinned, feeling oddly at home already. Between Rook’s boundless enthusiasm and Trey’s steadying presence, you realized the science club might just be the perfect balance of chaos and calm.

Pop Music Club

When you announced your decision to join the Pop Music Club, Lilia was the first to react. He shot up from his chair with a dramatic flourish, his cape—where did the cape come from?—billowing as if on cue.

"Ah, an excellent choice! Welcome to the most electrifying club in the entire school!" Lilia declared, his voice reverberating like an arena announcer. He played an imaginary riff on an air guitar, complete with sound effects that you were almost certain were magically amplified.

Kalim clapped his hands, beaming as brightly as the sun. "This is going to be so much fun! We can sing duets, make up dances, throw a party for every new song we write—oh! We should have a welcome party for you right now!" He was already halfway to grabbing balloons out of thin air before Cater stopped him.

"Easy there, Kalim," Cater said with a laugh, pulling out his phone to snap a picture. "We haven’t even started jamming yet! Gotta document this first—‘New Member Alert 🚨🎶! Welcome to the coolest club at NRC!’” He posed next to you, flipping through filters. "Ooh, should we do a pastel vibe or go all-out neon?"

"Why not both?" Lilia suggested, somehow holding a tambourine he hadn’t been holding two seconds ago. He shook it with gusto, the jingles creating an impromptu beat.

Kalim joined in instantly, dancing around the room with energy that could probably power a small city. "This is going to be amazing! Do you play any instruments? Can you sing? Or maybe you’ll write the songs? Wait, can you do all three?!"

Before you could answer, Lilia leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Don’t worry, even if you’re terrible, I can teach you. After all, I’ve had centuries of experience."

"Centuries of experience at what exactly?" you asked, though you weren’t entirely sure you wanted the answer.

"Everything," Lilia replied cryptically, shaking the tambourine once more for emphasis.

Cater gave you a wink. "Don’t let him intimidate you. He’s mostly harmless. Mostly."

As the chaos swirled around you, you realized joining the Pop Music Club was probably going to be as much about managing everyone’s energy as it was about making music.

But looking at their genuine excitement, you couldn’t help but feel you’d made the right choice. It was going to be loud, unpredictable, and—most importantly—a lot of fun.

Equestrian Club

When you chose the Equestrian Club, Riddle’s reaction was immediate and deeply Riddle. He straightened his posture, cleared his throat, and gave you a small but dignified nod, though his ears turned the faintest shade of pink.

“A wise decision,” he said primly, but his voice wavered just enough to give away his excitement. “The Equestrian Club values discipline and care, and I trust you will uphold those values. Welcome.” He paused, then added with uncharacteristic softness, “I’m glad you chose us.”

Sebek, on the other hand, reacted with his usual intensity, which was to say, very loudly.

“AS EXPECTED OF SOMEONE WITH DISCERNING TASTE!” Sebek bellowed, saluting for no discernible reason. “THE EQUESTRIAN CLUB IS A PLACE OF HONOR AND DILIGENCE. YOU HAVE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE, AND I, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, SHALL PERSONALLY ENSURE YOU MEET OUR HIGH STANDARDS!”

“You’re going to scare the horses,” Silver muttered, patting a dozing mare who didn’t even flinch at Sebek’s volume. Clearly, she’d built up an immunity.

Silver turned to you with a sleepy but genuine smile. “Welcome. It’ll be nice having another person around who actually seems calm. I’ll show you the best places to ride, and we’ll make sure you’re comfortable with the horses.”

“And with the rules,” Riddle interjected, already retrieving a stack of laminated pages. “Equestrian care is not something to take lightly. You’ll need to memorize these guidelines to ensure both your safety and that of the horses.”

Sebek leaned over your shoulder to inspect the stack and immediately saluted again. “AN EXCELLENT INITIATIVE, HOUSEWARDEN ROSEHEARTS! I, TOO, WILL MEMORIZE THESE IN CASE THEY EVER REQUIRE REINFORCEMENT!”

“I think they’re fine,” Silver said. “We don’t need to make this harder than it needs to be.”

Riddle frowned. “Standards exist for a reason, Silver. Though I appreciate your enthusiasm, perhaps we can—Sebek, stop shouting—perhaps we can go over the basics first before overwhelming them.”

As Riddle and Sebek debated, Silver handed you a carrot to feed one of the horses. “Don’t worry,” he said, as the horse happily munched away. “It’s not as intense as it seems. Usually.”

You glanced at the stack of rules in Riddle’s hand and the fervent look in Sebek’s eyes. It was definitely going to be an adjustment. But seeing how genuinely happy they all were to have you—yes, even Sebek—you felt like this would be worth it.

Magift Club

When you announced your decision to join the Magift Club as their manager, the reaction was instantaneous and… surprisingly chaotic.

Ruggie let out a whoop, immediately dropping to the floor in a mock bow. "Ayo, everyone, bow to the boss! Finally, someone who can keep this circus in line!"

Leona, lounging on the sidelines, cracked open an eye and smirked. “’Bout time. Herbivores usually flake out, but I knew you were better than the rest.” He stretched lazily, like he’d personally orchestrated your decision. “Just keep the snacks coming, and we’ll get along fine.”

Epel looked between them and grinned, his enthusiasm much more grounded. “It’s great to have ya! With you around, maybe Leona will actually show up to warmups... or not just sleep through it.” He shot a pointed glance at their captain, who was, of course, ignoring him entirely.

“Eh,” Leona drawled, flicking his tail dismissively.

“You could work on that attitude,” you muttered, earning a low chuckle from him.

“See, I told you they’d fit right in!” Ruggie said, gesturing at you dramatically. “They’re already roasting him. This is gonna be great!”

Epel, suddenly inspired, added, “And they’ll keep Ruggie from stealing the fresh apple juice we get after games. That’s worth it alone.”

As the reality of your new role settled in, you felt a bit like a lion tamer walking into a den of mischievous cubs and one very lazy big cat. But their enthusiasm—expressed in their own peculiar ways—was endearing.

Ruggie threw an arm around your shoulder. “Alright, boss, first order of business: snacks! Let’s discuss our game day budget and whether I can convince you to sneak me a sandwich before practice.”

Leona snorted but didn’t argue, which you took as a sign of approval. Epel pumped his fist. “We’re gonna crush it this year!”

Maybe managing this bunch wouldn’t be so bad after all. If nothing else, it’d definitely be entertaining.

Mountain Lovers Club

When you joined Jade for a hike to "test the waters" of the Mountain Lovers Club, you had your doubts. You were prepared for a lot of things—maybe getting lost in the wilderness, maybe Jade pulling out his eerie cryptid knowledge, or maybe just a weirdly formal lecture about moss. What you weren’t prepared for was… actually enjoying yourself.

Jade led the way with an unhurried confidence, pointing out various wild plants, their uses, and fun facts about the environment. He wasn’t his usual enigmatic self, either. He seemed lighter, almost enthusiastic, as he described a tiny wildflower you would’ve missed entirely.

“This particular species only blooms during the autumn months,” he said, crouching to show you. “Quite fascinating how it adapts to the cooler temperatures, don’t you think?”

You nodded, trying not to stare too hard at how his face lit up when he spoke. Jade was… cute? When he wasn’t talking about mushrooms in a way that made you question your mortality, he was actually kind of charming.

By the time you reached a rocky outcrop with a gorgeous view of the campus, you realized you’d been smiling for most of the hike. Jade noticed too.

“It seems I’ve made a decent impression,” he said, turning toward you with a soft grin. “I’m pleased to see you enjoying yourself.”

“It’s… relaxing,” you admitted, surprising even yourself. “I didn’t think it’d be this fun.”

Jade tilted his head. “Does that mean you’d consider joining the Mountain Lovers Club?”

You hesitated for a moment, but as you looked at the breathtaking view and the rare, genuine smile on his face, the answer came easily. “Yeah. I’ll join.”

For a split second, Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly schooled his expression into his usual composed smile. “Wonderful. I must say, I wasn’t expecting this outcome, but I’m glad. It’s not every day someone sees the beauty in what I love.”

There was an odd warmth in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. As he turned to lead the way back, he added, “Now that we’re a team, I look forward to our next adventure.”

Jade Leech was genuinely happy. And, you realized, so were you.

Gargoyle Research Society

When you told Malleus you were joining the Gargoyle Research Society, his reaction was almost imperceptible at first. A slight widening of his eyes, a pause as though he was waiting to see if you were serious, and then—pure, unfiltered delight.

"You have an interest in gargoyles?" he asked, his voice both surprised and reverent, as if you'd just confessed to enjoying a rare and ancient art form.

You nodded. "Yeah. I think they're fascinating. The designs, the history… They’re like stone guardians with stories etched into them."

For a moment, Malleus simply looked at you, his emerald eyes shimmering like the light of distant stars. Then, as if unable to contain his joy, he smiled—a soft, genuine expression that sent a wave of warmth through the chilly Ramshackle evening.

"This pleases me greatly," he said, his tone unusually light. “Not many share my appreciation for gargoyles. Often, I speak of them, and others… how do I put it? Pretend to listen.”

“Well, I’m definitely not pretending,” you said, grinning. “I’m in for real.”

Malleus clasped his hands together in what could only be described as regal excitement. "Then I must share something with you. Sometimes, I create gargoyles myself."

“You what?” you asked, laughing in delight.

“Yes,” he replied earnestly, his eyes alight. “Carving stone requires patience, but there is a certain satisfaction in breathing life into something lifeless. Well, not literal life, of course, but a soul of sorts.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, the image of Malleus with a chisel and hammer popping into your head. “I never would have guessed. That’s… really cool.”

“I can show you some of my creations, if you’d like,” he offered, almost shyly.

“I’d love that,” you said, genuinely glad to have joined him. “I think I’m going to enjoy this club.”

The glow in his expression was impossible to miss. It wasn’t just that you had joined his club—it was that, for once, someone truly shared his passion. “And I am glad to have you,” he said softly.

In that moment, under the watchful eyes of the stone guardians scattered around campus, it felt like you had chosen exactly the right place.

Masterlist

tags: @techno-danger

a/n: it completely slipped my mind that ortho is a part of film studies sorry :(

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

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⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, childe is a lil mean and written like a casual fwb relationship, experienced zhongli

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano's teeth catch your lip as his hips inject a chilling coldness into every rut of his cock pressing into you— in other words, they were calculated and controlled rolls of his length basically breaking your body into two pieces.

rolling your eyes back, you catch a glimpse of the heavy armor that has long since been discarded, practically ripped off his body, revealing the full extent of his massive form and muscles shining of sweat.

yet for some reason, there was no warmth in his gaze, never, even now, you see, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his grip on your waist, his look was devoid of any softness.

"i told you to endure it, take it," he commands sternly, his voice a low growl as he pushes into you again, this time making sure he could get an extra inch buried in you.

you flinch and moan at the same time, you're so fucked out of your mind you just want to cum already, but the size of him alone made you gasp and clench— it burned, yes, it felt stimulating, it felt like you're about to encounter an orgasm that could simply make you unable to walk for days.

but the way he handles you— no hesitation, no gentleness, every thrust sharp and vigorous, bursting like the freezing winter cold, as if the first harbinger was testing your limits without truly caring about them.

although somehow, despite his ruthlessness, he knows when to stop.

capitano knows exactly how far to push your body, as if he's memorized every inch of you, every reaction.

"take a big breath for me, yeah? you can take some more," perhaps he could become relentless when pleasuring you, merciless, but never cruel.

he fills you over and over, watching keenly how your pussy drenches him, and fuck, you can feel his eyes watching you, making you nervous— whether it was your hole gripping him, red and puffy begging for your break or your eyes admiring his stomach, he sees it all.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

without haste, wriothesley wraps his arms around you, indulging in a strong and unyielding love as he presses you against him. right there, you feel it, you notice his breath against your neck— one exhale, the second one coming in shortly— he's hot, shaking, lips curved up in a smile as the gentle praises already began to spill from his lips.

"you"re so amazing, sweetheart, you know that," he groans, his voice a little shaky as you squeeze him into you, deep and gripping him into your cunt, "look at you… taking all of me aah— so easily."

his size was clearly overwhelming you, crushing you in ways you hadn’t thought were even remotely possible— although personally his words make it bearable, pleasurable as he smothers his length against your walls, the swollen flesh squeezing him so tightly— and fuck, the more you took of him the better it felt, the more, the better.

shit, you actually believe you've never been this horny for the duke before.

"you're perfect, so perfect, fuck—" he continues walking you through his clouded praises before one of his hands began tracing the slopes of your trembling body, "so tight, yeah… but handling me like it’s nothing."

he pushes deeper, filling you completely, the creaking of the mattress beneath you both only fueling the desire erupting from your very core as his hands easily guide you, ensure you to take him slowly, little by little.

you can take him, right? that's out of the question, but you find yourself wanting more, wanting to prove yourself to him.

⚝ — ZHONGLI

zhongli moves with the grace of experience fitting his intimidating size as your walls instantly pulsate around him, the torture of it being so full and burning between your legs, yet at the same time utterly fulfilling and euphoric.

truly, his amber eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, his body towering over you like a domineering shadow that you couldn't possibly get away from— and at this time, your mind turns blurry, entirely clouded by him and his pretty face.

"it'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he murmurs, his voice soft, "i know what you can take, always." no rush, no urgency— just the both of you.

well, his experience surely was obvious in everything he did, every slow thrust and your hole gradually getting used to him again.

how come he's so big but his massive form just fits so perfectly in you, every square of his cock filling you? zhongli wonders if you're actually made for him, however in this moment, he was preparing you for just how roughly he was about to ruin every fucking space of your walls.

his hips shift, fast snaps of his hips bouncing off your flesh, then pushing a little deeper— and the man was groaning into your ear because you see, zhongli loves how you squeeze him, how your legs shake against him and how your pussy made the wet, little sounds with every rock of hips.

⚝ — CHILDE

"what’s wrong?" even now, as desperate and fucked out as childe made you sound like, he teases you, his voice low as he inches in deeper, making you swallow another ruthless shove of his cock, "hey now, can’t handle it? want me to play with you a lil' more?" his tone was surprisingly light despite him ignoring his own need to cum and cum all over you.

yet the challenge he saw right before him was unmistakably delicious.

the man knew exactly how big he was, how much it affected you, how you always needed him to properly nudge and rub your clit or lap at your tits, suck and pull at your nipples to make the growing stimulation explode— or well, multiply.

yes, it's evident, his teasing antics were making him all the more attractive and you hated it, despised how ajax knew you got off on him being this way.

he gives another fast snap, the sheer stretch of him feeling like it was about to shut down your body as his hands greedily explored your skin. the torture of being so close to your climax, yet not knowing if childe would take it was driving you into madness.

ultimately, his palm settles above your stomach as he digs into it to not only, keep you right where he needed you to be, but also to make it even more pleasurable, until you're practically begging him to fuck the broad daylight out of your skull.

your legs quake, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging low, "you can take more,” he says, pushing deeper, "more, huh," he grinds faster, fucking you harder— you can, right? you've been suck a good fuck for him tonight, always actually, never failing to gasp into his chest so sweetly and stick to his core, your pussy red and swollen but so so full.

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A second look at the human fucker community on monster tumblr

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After a while you start to notice some trends in how people talk about fucking their hoomans

Vampires: This is Brother Reginald Regicus Regicum who I slowly corrupted and tempted with earthly desires across several long years until he became a creature of the night like myself. We're throwing his one year vampirization party in a month, here's the invite, if you don't come it's a personal insult, to me.

Orcs: This is Himby the Himbo who I snagged in some raid I did because I got bored on my way to the grocery store. It's funny when I make him wear cat ears.

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Demons: These are Sir Good and Sir Goody. I make them wear matching collars because of how they were all but boyfriends before I enthralled them with my dark magic. You noticed their matching collars right?

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Naga: ...Anyway after spending 400,000 years praying I finally met the human who is the love of my life and we recited mantras together, after 200,000,000 years of this we began to *blushes* hold hands and then the gods...

Other kinds of dragons: This is King Dragonslayer the Unfucked. I use him as a display stand for my jewels when not fucking him.

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Showing the humans parts of their world they've never seen (the depths).

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Man humans really are such pathetic creatures

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Stop reblogging this as a human fucker post! I advocate for exterminating those pests! It's literally in my bio! Human Fuckers DNI!

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Hey OP we need to 'talk' IRL. Don't bother turning on your location, I already know it.

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Seeing elves in human fucker communities is always such a "bro thinks he's on the team" moment. Oh yeah you're so different from humans with your pointy ears and... oh right that's literally it.

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Elves are like humans but lame and pretentious, even lame and pretentious humans are better. Eying a 'human' only to notice pointy ears is like biting into a blueberry muffin thinking it's a chocolate muffin, if blueberries tasted like shit.

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If it makes you feel better I fuck both humans and elves, just got back from a raid where I scored plenty of elves to make into my obedient little whores.

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That doesn't make me feel better.

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Finally going to an actual human town. What do human eggs look like? Don't want to cause any problems by mistake.

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People on this webbed site will really just say anything about hoomans huh?

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OP, humans don't lay eggs. It's weird that you thought they did. They're mammals.

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[iiryebreadii]

listen if you're telling me that femininity is feminine because it's performed by women, then logically any action i take should be considered feminine by virtue of me being afab and identifying as a woman(?? maybe) BUT you're also saying that no that's not how it works its what's stereotypically female behavior that defines femininity and not an individual's actions, but that doesn't make sense either because a 'stereotypical woman' will act differently depending on the time period and location she is raised in. in what world are we capable of generalizing approximately 50% of the planet's population. and anyway does that even matter if what is considered feminine is pushed upon girls at a young age and they are told "this is what you must be"? because at that point how would anyone tell what is nature vs nurture? society tells us what is feminine and masculine and then viciously reprimands any deviation from those traits, but where do the standards come from? if it is possible for them to change so drastically over time and location, then "femininity" and "masculinity" are not some rigid set of rules set in some platonic ideal; rather they would be descriptions of generalized behavior in a certain time for a specific set of people. in trying to use these descriptions as rules, the behavior morphs into itself over time, cannibalizing the structures and descriptions and inbreeding them until we end up with grotesque caricatures of "masculinity" and "femininity" that force people into such tiny boxes that they become unlivable. in this essay i will—