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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 2 months ago

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“You’d Have To Stop The World Just To Stop The Feeling…” An Avdol x Latina Fem reader fanfic

Upon joining the Stardust Crusaders (via Avdol’s request) Y/n L/n came to see her stand “Seven Of Cups” as a valuable ability that made a place for her in this world. It was a simple but effective stand, as it created a tunnel vision effect on the victim, so that they could only focus on her, and were distracted from their motives before she used her stand. However, Y/n had a sinking feeling it was only her victims who ever noticed her, and saw her as she wanted to be seen. ‘If only I were actually beautiful and it wasn’t just some sort of spell I use to manipulate others’ perception.’ She thought, glancing forlornly at the blue waters of the hotel pool in Singapore that her room overlooked from several stories up. Y/n turned, hearing a knock at her door. “It’s unlocked! Come in…” Y/n said, throwing a robe over her pajamas and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. ‘Why leave my door unlocked? Especially when there’s a threat to my very existence since I’m one of the Stardust Crusaders?’ It wasn’t a simple answer. Or maybe it was and she just wished it wasn’t. She was hoping to be attacked. Then she would feel the temporary relief of being seen in someone’s eyes, even if it was the enemy. She blushed, feeling her robe pocket to make sure the Polaroid was still in there. If anyone knew she’d snagged the photo of Dio after Joseph had discarded it, there would be a scolding at best and at worst she’d be seen as suspicious.

“You can come in!” She called again, uncertain why the person hadn’t taken her invitation the first time. “I’m just in my pajamas—“

The door opened slowly, and Avdol entered, his red robe trailing majestically behind him. “Are you ok?” He asked, noting the strange expression on Y/n’s face.

“I’m… it’s fine, I just thought the person knocking was someone…. Else.” She commented, offering a smile that feigned relief. Deep down she knew Dio wouldnt pay her a personal visit. But still, a girl could dream…. Y/n shook her head. ‘This is crazy talk.’ She scolded herself silently. ‘That’s like… wishing for a death sentence.’ But she knew that wasn’t too far of a stretch either. A notion that made her shiver.

“You seem worried. Or, disappointed?” Avdol said, looking concerned and raising a brow. “Joseph and the others are worried about you. You’ve spent the whole time since we checked into this hotel in your room. Did you even get my phone call about Polnareff being attacked?”

“ATTACKED?!” Y/n gasped. “By…. Who?”

“The user Of The Devil stand. Does it matter? I think it’s safe to say it’s bad no matter who attacked Polnareff.” Avdol said pointedly.

“Oh…” Y/n’s shoulders drooped. “Ok. Well, it’s almost dark, Im sorry I didn’t get your call but I’d like to be alone for a bit.” Y/n said, faking a yawn. She felt bad pushing Avdol away like this but she figured she didn’t have a chance with him anyway. ‘It’s pathetic how much being touch starved and lonely takes up my days.’ Y/n thought.

Avdol eyed her for a second. “Ok, but tomorrow I’d love to give you a tarot reading, if you’re interested. I think I may be of some help.”

Y/n’s ears perked up. “Do tarot readings say anything about the recipients love life or…”

Avdol chuckled. “It can say anything about anyone. So, yes. That’s included.”

Y/n blushed. She was very attracted to him, but she also saw Avdol as the closest thing she had to a friend and she was worried it would be ruined if she made any advance, even when the setup was perfect. “Well, goodnight. See you tomorrow morning then?”

“Of course. Get some rest, Y/n.” Avdol said, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

‘Rest?’ Y/n thought smiling wanly. ‘Unlikely.’ She sighed, locking the door and pulling out the Polaroid picture of Dio, taking off her robe and examining it under lamplight. She put a cassette tape in her Walkman, playing Bananrama’s latest album. “Love In The First Degree was her favorite song. She frowned, it seemed like an obvious choice the more she thought about her life and how the song applied. “Nineteen. Never dated anyone. Never been kissed, and lusting after a vampiric cult leader. Yup…” She whispered. “Sounds about right.”

Y/n undressed and closed the curtains, holding the photo close to her heart and proceeding to touch herself as the music swelled. Masturbation wasn’t very satisfying; she wanted more. But for now it was all she had. She imagined Dio touching her in all the right places, whispering her name and sweet nothings in her ear as he kissed her neck. She shivered. ‘I must be insane.’ She whispered, tearing up as she panted form the stimulation she gave to herself. She fell asleep, music on and Polaroid pressed against her breasts.

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The next morning, Y/n got up early and threw on a pair of jeans and her favorite Duran Duran t-shirt she had packed. It was the one of the only shirts that hadn’t been ruined by the previous events on their journey so far. She brushed her hair and did her makeup. Blue eyeshadow made her brown eyes look bigger and more innocent (a facade she needed desperately).

She exited the hallway and knocked on Muhammed Avdol’s door. He opened it up, wearing a hotel provided robe over his pajamas (which followed the color scheme of his everyday outfits while remaining more casual). “Can I come in? I mean, I don’t mean to rush you if you aren’t ready…” Y/n asked. She tried to be discreet as she inhaled the scent of his freshly applied cologne. ‘Definitely something like cloves and fresh spices in it’… she thought blissfully, only to realize she was staring starry eyed at her friend.

“Of course… if you’re ready, that is… are you feeling alright?” Avdol commented. He looked her up and down and chuckled.

“Yes! Of course, I mean I’ve never had my cards read before….” She said proceeding inside followed by Avdol. “Is there anything I should know?”

“Well, hmm….” He said, pulling out the cards and shuffling them while contemplating. “It’s almost better if you go in knowing as little as possible. I tend to get the best read on people who don’t have a bias towards particular cards or card spreads.”

Y/n took a seat on the ground across from Muhammed Avdol, who sat behind the hotel room’s coffee table. She watched his hands, mesmerized by the way they skillfully handled mixing the cards. She wondered greatly what they would feel like if they were handling her. She shifted in her seat, blinking and struggling to set those thoughts aside.

“What does Y/n’s future look like?” He said. A few cards sprung from the deck while Avdol shuffled. He eyed them with great interest, then pulled a few more cards. The total of cards on the table face up were seven. Y/n gasped as she looked at the Devil card. Beside it was the two of cups and the two of swords. Avdol remained unreadable while proceeding to explain to her the meaning of each card. “You have some decisions you’re going to make in the near future, Y/n. That’s the two of swords; a card that indicates a decision that may prove quite pivotal. And your choices will be influenced by desire more than anything…” He paused. “That’s the devil card, where it comes into play.”

“So…. Is that bad?” Y/n was flustered but it sounded pretty much as accurate as one could be about her lustful disposition.

“Not necessarily bad. But you will be dealing with dangerous forces. I suppose thats to be expected with the journey you embarked on as a Stardust Crusader.” Avdol explained.

“Does any of these decisions involve a friend or is it someone I’ve never met?” Y/n said carefully. Avdol wasn’t aware he was her only friend. And he certainly wasn’t aware that Dio was the stranger she desired that she’d never met.

“Funny you should say that. I pulled the King of Cups and the King of Wands. It does involve a friend… and a stranger who has great charisma and influence. Do you know anyone who has a gentle disposition towards you? Someone you look up to but also call a friend? That would be the king of cups card and what it represents.” Avdol said. Y/n glanced at her hands that were folded in her lap. Avdol. Muhammed Avdol, King Of Cups apparently. “The King of Wands fell next to cards that would indicate he’s the stranger, and has eccentric and powerful interests.” Avdol continued.

Shoot. Dio, King of Wands. Y/n felt her friend’s gaze on her. She didn’t dare meet that gaze back, afraid he’d read even more about her purely through her eyes. “Well, thanks. That was really helpful.”

“Wait…. Y/n, is there anything you want to talk about….?” Muhammed asked.

“I guess… all I can really say is I’m at a really confusing place in my life. Thanks for being my best friend…. I don’t have a lot of other supportive people.” Y/n said, stopping herself from crying. “Maybe I will talk to you about something that’s been bothering me, one of these days. I just don’t know if it’s the right time yet.” Y/n got up and headed towards the door.

Avdol nodded. “Of course, take your time.” Then his eyes went to the floor and locked on a single item that had fallen from Y/n’s pocket. A Polaroid. She didn’t seem to notice its absence in her back pocket. “You forgot something, Y/n.”

“Oh?” Y/n paused turning around slowly only to have Avdol pick up the Polaroid of Dio and hand it to her. Her mind was racing at a thousand miles a minute. Swirling with guilt, fear, confusion, and sadness.

“Take care, friend.” Avdol said, carefully picking his words so she knew he wasn’t surprised or upset by this discovery. Y/n’s hand lingered close to his, still holding the Polaroid.

“Thanks…. I appreciate it.” Y/n slowly turned and walked away, her feet feeling like lead.

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In her room, Y/n had several panic attacks and nearly passed out from the stress of being found out. The only way to distract herself was thinking of the feeling of having her first time with Avdol. She needed it. 'Gods I need that AND a drink. Maybe ten...' Y/n thought.

She made her way out of her room and down the hall and elevator to the hotel bar. Unfortunately, she immediately ran into Joseph and Avdol, who must have made their way there while Y/n was having a panic attack.

She blinked, and felt her chest tighten with anxiety, breath getting faster and faster and face blushing red with embarrassment. She could only assume--"You told Joseph?!" She blurted out, and quickly covered her mouth to stop more from spouting out. Fear had taken over.

Avdol looked at her steadily. "About how well the reading went? Of course! I had a wonderful time pulling cards for you, Y/n." He said. Then added, "But the details were kept close to my chest. I'd be a rubbish tarot reader if I disclosed the recipients future to others."

Y/n slowly removed her hand from over her mouth, sighing a bit with relief. Polnareff walked in, took one glance at the blush on Y/n's face and the way Muhammed Avdol was staring at her, and said bluntly. "In french we say it differently, but essentially in english I think its said as... GET. A. ROOM." He laughed, patting Avdol on the shoulder then gesturing to Y/n.

Joseph joined in the teasing and making remarks about how much tarot reading ACTUALLY went on in Avdol's room with Y/n.

Y/n started sweating nervously, feeling like Joseph and Polnareff were onto something about her desires. Meanwhile, Avdol just smiled kindly and said he took it as a compliment they would attribute such charisma to him, as to seduce Y/n in that way.

Eventually the teasing died down and Y/n stared longingly at the drinks. She didnt drink often, as she was from America where it she wasn’t old enough. But her international experience had taught her that it work terrifically for loosening her up and calming her down. The unfortunate side effect she didnt remember experiencing before was how much it gave her the urge to be completely forthright and honest.

"Do you think you could use your stand again, Joseph? She asked suddenly.

Joseph turned in his chair at the bar towards her. "Of course, although I doubt I could afford another camera at this point."

"Have you ever tried it on something else?" Y/n asked feigning innocence in her tone, but secretly thinking of Dio and the image on the polaroid hidden in her bra.

"Well, thats actually a great idea!" Joseph said. "I did have success with a tv once."

"Lets reconvene in Joseph's hotel room as it has a tv he could use." Avdol suggested.

Polnareff, Joseph, and of course Y/n nodded. In Joseph's room, they gathered around the television, Y/n and Avdol sitting on the edge of the bed while Joseph crouched in front of the blac tv screen, placing his hands on either side so his stand activated. The tv flashed and purple thorny vines came from Joseph Joestar's arms. The image jumped around from channel to channel, until the tv buzzed and hummed with intensity. The dark screen lit up once again to show Dio, his back partially turned away from the view of the Stardust Crusaders. Y/n shivered as she admired his muscular shoulders and confident posture.

Then, Dio turned. "Joseph.... Joestar..." His voice was like molten chocolate with a touch of venom as he said "Joestar". Y/n blushed a deep red as she saw Dio's face in full light for the first time. He was stunningly gorgeous. High cheekbones and a regal brow, eyes like glowing red embers, and his golden hair shimmered with an ethereal shine. 'Dio...' Y/n thought longingly. The heat rose from her pussy to her stomach and up to her chest where she found it hard to breathe.

She felt Avdol place his hand over her's, which snapped her back to reality.

"You dare watch me? What a foolish decision. This connection goes both ways, and I will use what I see against you, Joestar." Dio said cooly. Then the screen pixelated and the tv hummed louder and louder, switching channels so fast that only one word could be heard from each one. "There--- is--- a--- traitor---beware---of---kakyoin." the tv exclaimed in a disjointed fashion.

Y/n's eyes widened. 'Kakyoin? A traitor?' She bit her lip. She was almost grateful this was what the tv mentioned and not how turned on she was by simply the enigmatic voice of the enemy. The greatest enemy... Dio. She slipped out of the room while the others discussed the Kakyoin topic of betrayal.

When Y/n reached her room, she immediately opened the mini fridge and began downing every type of alcoholic beverage stored. That made her head spin, but at least Y/n felt it could help her forget her problems.

Unfortunately it just made her more needy. She began undressing, down to her underwear and bra. There was a knock at the door. Stumbling to get it, she opened the door and saw Muhammed Avdol.

"What are you.... here for?" She said, feeling on the verge of activating her stand. "To crucify me? I cant help that I like D--" Avdol hushed her and stepped inside. "Youre intoxicated, Y/n. I'm worried about you. To be honest...." Avdol paused, placing his hand on her face and cupping Y/n's left cheek. "Im worried about this situation Dio has you in. It most definitely is a trap." "Dio preys on the weak though.... does that mean I'm weak?" Y/n slurred, leaning in against Avdol and inhaling his cologne again.

Avdol rested his chin on her head, keeping his hands off her very exposed body, too respectful to push her in her drunk state. "Dio preys on the weak, but also the strong. Just because you feel lost doesn't make you innately weak." He murmured.

Y/n sighed. "Please.... my stand, it activates sometimes when I'm drunk...." Y/n sighed lustfully. "Please go if you don't desire me. It hurts to be this tempted."

Avdol frowned. "You shouldnt be left alone in this state. Its dangerous... You might do something rash like throw yourself off the hotel room's balcony..." He said firmly.

"Then stay...." Y/n kissed Avdol's chest. "You're my best friend, and... I want this. Dont you?" "Are you saying we should fulfill Polnareff's scandalous prophecy?" Avdol chuckled. "Now you're the one tempting me, Y/n..."

"Mhmmmm." Y/n pressed her perky breasts against Muhammed. "Pleassssssse".

"I refuse." Avdol said simply, pulling away after a long sigh.

"Whyyyyy?" Y/n whined in despair. "Is it because im so short and stupid and unattractive?" She burst into tears.

Avdol shook his head. "No. I find you plenty attractive. But you dont have the wherewithal to understand the gravity of your decisions right now."

"UGH. I had a feeling you'd say something responsible like that!" Y/n pouted, leaning against the wall of the hotel room and slumping in defeat.

Avdol offered her a sympathetic smile. "When you're sober ask me about this and I will not deny you."

"But my stand could activate-- and what if I chose you to ensnare in rapture?" Y/n pointed out.

"You wont. I have a feeling your stand wont ensnare someone you trust." Avdol said, taking a seat in the chair by the coffee table and observing Y/n as she stumbled back to bed in a huff. She began touching herself and masturbating in her drunken stupor, pulling the Dio polaroid from her bra. She did this until she passed out (which was only a few minutes later).

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Y/n woke with a headache and a heavy sigh, breathing in deeply the smell of tea that Avdol was making in the mini kitchen nook of the hotel room. She blushed with embarrassment realizing what had occurred last night. She didn’t regret it. She simply wished she could satisfy every bit of what she dreamed of. Y/n did vaguely remember Avdol covering her with a blanket when she was cold and silently reading a book by the window while she fell in and out of sleep. Now she blinked, watching him bring her a cup of warm tea.

“This will help with the hangover and headache…” Muhammed said kindly, placing it on the nightstand.

“How’d you know my head is killing me right now?” Y/n asked picking up the tea and holding it close to her chest so the steam warmed her collarbones and chin.

“Y/n, I wish I could credit my intuition but you’ve been grumbling about a splitting headache in your sleep. Besides, do you even remember how much you drank before I found you?” Avdol said crossing his arms sternly.

“Probably too much—“ Y/n shrugged.

“—Definitely too much!” Avdol said pointedly. “You were… let’s just say, tipsy enough to offer yourself to me in ways that were,” he coughed, then paused. “Not the most modest?”

“So? I still want that….” Y/n frowned. “Did you honestly think that I was only interested because of my drunken state?”

Muhammed Avdol looked momentarily shocked, then returned to his normal expression. “Y/n…. I suppose I did. I was under the impression that we were just friends. I’m a decent amount older than you and definitely not the most obvious pick from the Stardust Crusaders…”

“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” Y/n exclaimed, shocked that he didn’t think he was the obvious pick. He absolutely was. “You must be kidding. Have you met you before? Holy mother of god you’re chulo papi material.”

Avdol nearly dropped his mug of tea. His eyes widened and he looked baffled, then burst out laughing. “Im fluent in Arabic, English, and Japanese, but but I take it that’s a compliment.”

Y/n grinned. “Duhhhh.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

Avdol carefully set his tea aside, gazing at Y/n. She could swear she saw a flicker of fire in his irises.

“If you really mean that then…” he took off his red-orange kimono robe, revealing toned biceps. He took a seat in front of Y/n on the bed. “Can you promise me something?”

Y/n leaned in. “Anything,” she sighed.

“Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself, Y/n? I wouldn’t want the girl I love to be pursuing harmful monsters like Dio for satisfaction.” He tilted her chin up so she met his gaze.

Y/n nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “If you really love me… then I won’t need that.”

Avdol pulled Y/n closer, kissing her gently. Y/n moaned, electricity coursing through her. His touch was warm like the flames of a hearth, not like a wildfire: it was a welcomed warmth.

When their embrace parted, Y/n undid her bra, letting her soft breasts fall naturally. “Please…. Whatever you want I’ll do…” she whispered. “Just go easy… I’m not experienced beyond masturbation.”

Muhammed got up and opened the drawer, rummaging through it for a bit until he found a condom.

Y/n frowned. “Do we really need that?”

Avdol nodded, then started undressing. “I feel responsible for you, I hope you understand.” He said gently. Then he took off his briefs.

Y/n let out an excited gasp, then giggled. “I had no idea just how big—“

He shushed her with a kiss, and their bodies collided. Flesh on flesh, slow and steady until it began picking up pace. Muhammed guided her patiently through the whole process, praising her through moans of pleasure as she did her best to satisfy both their needs.

Avdol was clearly experienced, and part of that made Y/n a tad jealous. But she soon forgot her jealousy upon full penetration. “Mmmmm OH!” She yelped. “Oh gods….” She cried a bit. It was painful at first, and Avdol seemed to notice her tense expression. He slowed down and coaxed her into relaxing. Her relaxation helped ease the strain on her body, and made room for even more of the man she loved and desired. She could feel her tight pussy stretched to its absolute limit and waves of heat sent shivers down her spine. She whined as he traced her breasts with his fingers and pumped his length in and out of her. It was better than anything she had ever dreamed of. All too soon, there was a knock at the door.

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yearningandpatheticaboutit · 2 days ago

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CHAPTER 3: SAFEHOUSE

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warnings: violence, gun violence, triggering image descriptions, war.

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mira

"we're heading to a safehouse now," were the last words wooyoung said to me before the rest of the car ride was silent. i have so many questions, but i dont have it in me to ask all of them. its like they're floating in my head, but i want to see what he does, and if from this point on, he'll just be honest on his own.

thats the least he owes me at this point–right?

i told myself wooyoung must be used to this. just by how calm he was talking about everyone possibly wanting him dead. but i watch the way his hand grips the steering wheel. i see his other hand curl around his thigh like he's holding something in. all i can do is watch the frost bite along the windshield and wonder if i was ever supposed to make it out of that bathroom.

the people on youtube always say that even in negative experiences, there's something to learn. i used to hang on those words, believing it because they're all i had when i was suffering through the idea of impending heartbreak. but now, i dont think i believe it.

i think that sometimes shit happens–sometmes there's no moral lesson. sometimes it just happens.

i remember another quote. my head is full of those useless things. "the sins of the father fall on that of his daughter." and i cant think of anything more accurate in this moment.

i know my father. before this, he was probably ordering people around, reading the newspaper in the comfort of his home. my mother probably left him some messages about finances he was ignoring, and he was in his perfect little bubble where everything was going his way, and he didnt have to really care about anyone else.

he had that problem often. everyone was just extensions of him, he didnt see my mother and i as our own people. we were just his legacy. even as an ex wife, my mother couldnt escape him. they got divorced when i was in my first year of university, and he had made her agree to a vow of chasteness. he would take care of her till the day she died, as long as she never dared to love another man or attempted to remarry.

my mother was a survivor at heart. i knew she wouldnt ever give up money for the possibility of love.

now im wondering if i have that in me. would i give up my safety, my stability, my sanity for love. for wooyoung. i proved that i wouldnt, back when i thought he was just flakey. but now im in even deeper shit–shit i have no choice in, and when given the chance to walk away, i somehow didnt.

i wont credit all that into being in love with him. i just have a feeling that i wont get out of this unscathed. whether it be from my war criminal father, or the consequences of walking away from my spy ex boyfriend. so right now, my only objective is to stay alive. i'd rather stay with the person who–even though hes a liar who maybe ruined my life, isnt an active war criminal.

i giggle to myself, finding it funny at the choices i have to make at the ripe age of 22. whats that one charli xcx song? its so confusing sometimes to be a girl?

wooyoung gives me a strange look, probably thinking what am i finding so funny. he wouldnt get it.

"i think you're sleep deprived," he mutters. "you should nap, i'll wake you when we get there."

"no thanks. i'd rather be awake and stare potential death in the face." i dont want to go to sleep and wake up in the afterlife. my spiritual life is in the gutter, so i'd be screwed.

"we're not dying today, sweetheart," he says with confidence that its almost delusional.

i scowl at him. "knock it off."

he frowns at me. "huh?"

"that pet name."

"i cant call you sweetheart anymore?" hes genuinely confused it almost kills me.

"yeah, you screwed me over and last time i checked, i still broke up with you."

"i feel like we shouldnt worry about relationship titles at a time like this but fair enough, i'll stop calling you that." he says with a defeated sigh.

there's an edge of sassiness in his voice that flabbergasts me. i swear, wooyoung has always had audacity, but maybe now that his covers blown he feels like he has nothing more to lose.

"can i earn it back?" he asks me a few moments later.

"what?" i narrow my eyes at him.

"can i earn back my petname privileges with you?"

i look him in the face and switch on his car radio, picking a song from my usb thats always stuck in here. i never answer him and turn up the song playing loud enough so i cant hear anything he says next. he has the nerve to frown sadly and slump back into his seat.

if i was home, i'd start reposting "i hate my bf" tiktoks. unfortunately im not, so i'll just live it while i can.

the sun sets and we pull up onto the driveway of this old looking furniture warehouse. i only know its a furniture warehouse because it literally has a massive chair on its sign. wooyoung presses a button on his car keys and the garage door lifts for him, and we park inside.

the place is desolate. im out to open the door myself but wooyoung basically flies out of the drivers to come and open it for me.

"are you hungry?" he asks, closing the door behind me. "i still have leftovers from our food at the diner."

"lets save it for later," i say. who knows when we'll get to eat again. i look at him for guidance. "what now?"

"uhh, let me show you around."

i dont really want a tour, but i follow wooyoung anyway. he leads me inside through a wooden door and a dark staircase, and i see a whole base of operations on the other side once wooyoung flicks the lightswitch on.

we walk past a bunch of bunk beds that look military-esque. they're all straightened, like they havent been used for a long time.

"we'll be sleeping here tonight," he says. "pick any one you want. there's not a lot of competition."

we continue walking, and on the other side is where it starts looking like a movie. we walk out on the other side of the door and we're on a mezzanine, where there's a whole set up of computers and chairs. on the wall behind it, is a projector.

"this is typically where i would work," he motions to it. "downstairs is the armory."

the guns. im guessing he's gonna need a lot of those since his is definetely out.

"where did you hide your gun while we were dating?" i wonder.

"i always had it on me." he says. i look at him confusion.

"how did i not pick that up?"

he has a weird look on his face after that alerts me he wants to say something stupid.

"say it." i tell him.

"what?" he shakes his head. "i said nothing."

"you wanna say something dumb so just say it."

"you're gonna be mad at me."

"i promise you it can not get any worse."

wooyoung sighs. "i was just thinking you wouldnt ever have found it because its not like we really had clothes on around each other. and when we did its not like you went through them."

i poke my cheek with my tongue. "you know what you're right. maybe i wouldve caught you if i was more of a crazy bitch." too bad i actually had a life.

"you shouldnt have even had to look out for that," he says, suddenly serious and not looking at me, his eyes pointed on the computers. "i didnt ever want you to feel like you had to be crazy. i just wanted you to be away from this. which i know is ironic...but yeah."

his words throw me off balance, but i dont crumble. "i dont know how you expected me to be away from this when there was no way i couldnt have gotten hurt. even if i never caught you, even if none of this happened. if you exposed my father and never got your cover blown, wouldnt you have just moved on to the next mission? wouldnt you have left me behind no matter what?" i ask him.

"i didnt think that far ahead," wooyoung admits with an undercut of anger. "i know what you're going to say, i never do. and you're right. i didnt plan this. i planned everything around it. but i didnt plan you."

i swallow the unforeseen lump in my throat, it doesnt go down. god im tired of being so emotional. of course he didnt plan me. i was going to be collateral.

"right," i try to hide the tremble in my voice. "so i was just some girl you had to keep on a leash until it was inevitably time to let go.

you couldve just been a shadow, you couldve just kept stalking me or whatever but then you went and did all of that...you intentionally took up space. why?"

im afraid of the answer. he already said he wanted to. but i cant stand that. i wont accept it.

"i was hoping you'd be as bad as him," he wont even make eye contact with me. "i thought everything you did was just a front. it was just so convenient, i convinced myself it was fake so i didnt have to care. but then i got to know you and..." he stops and swallows, breathing heavily. "i found out you were actually a good person and i just didnt want to stay away from you. its selfish but it felt right at the time."

he finally looks at me, running his hand through his hair. "and i know you probably dont feel the same, and you shouldnt have to. but i swear to god mira i didnt mean for any of this to happen to you. if i could go back...i'd do it for you–not me. i'd stay the hell away from you and let you be happy."

i nod, eyes burning and i turn away from him and look at the bottom of the mezzanine. "you're right, you should have just stayed away," the pause is filled with silence, dragging like a knife between us. "you just made me love someone who i now know was never planning to stay."

"i know i betrayed you mira, and took away your actual choice in trusting me. what i did was unforgivable. i was meant to keep you at arms length and i did everything but that. i thought i could just control everything. i should never have let it get this far."

i wipe my tears quickly, just grateful that all my mascara is practically washed away. "appreciate the honesty, i guess."

silence again. i want another hug but i cant just run into his arms. i cant do that for a long time.

i hear him walk and turn to see what he does next. he goes to a computer and turns it on, shoving a usb into the sides of it. it projects onto the screen and i see him type in a password and enter the homescreen of the system.

he goes into a folder named "Saidi", my family name. i stiffen, wondering what i'll see on the screen, but when he goes inside, its all code.

"uhm. the guy working at your moms house found something on your dad and gave it to me to decrypt the day i got caught following him. im hoping your father doesnt know im an agent yet and just assumes im some freak that kidnapped his daughter cause it'll throw him off our scent a bit. but i dont take your dad for a stupid guy." he says, rolling up his sleeves.

"he's not," i say. "he has really strong intuition."

"i knew he never liked me," wooyoung scoffs.

"what's on the folder?" i ask.

"that's what we're figuring out now. but i know its evidence against him. enough to secure a warrant."

im scared to see what it is, but at the same time my eyes are glued to the screen. maybe i just need to see things for what they are, and this feeling will go away.

im not tech savvy. i cant even do excel. but seeing wooyoung work makes me realize i really dont know anything. i shouldnt compare myself—he is a spy. but holy shit. the way his fingers move across the keyboard makes me clutch my imaginary pearls. hes working so hard the veins in his arms are throbbing.

he gets in i think. through another layer of whatever the hell is on the screen. theres multiple folders now, all named a gibberish collection of numbers and letters. he goes inside a folder and starts reading a document.

"is that a contract?" i frown, recognizing the format.

"yeah," wooyoung sighs. "its all the weapons deals with the militant groups."

i move closer, wanting to get a closer look. i end up next to him, and he shifts slightly away from me.

he clears his throat awkwardly. "there's a bunch of license permits for arms that dont

match their purpose. there's also bank transfers, cryptocurrency transactions, shipping invoices..."

i look at him. "can i see this?"

"of course," he nods, almost eagerly, moving out of the way so i can be infront of the keyboard.

i scroll through the long pdf thats over a 1000 pages. it reminds me of all the evidence i have to study for tests. this is just one long case study. the kind of practical experience i didnt know i needed yet didnt want.

i backspace out of the one folder and look at the many others. i see one that catches my eye, it looks like its full of photos.

i drag the cursor to it and wooyoung's hand suddenly finds mine, holding the mouse in place. i feel my skin spike at the contact, the way his hand lingers feeling like electricity. i look up at him but cant find my words.

"wait," he says, suddenly sounding worried. "that one has pictures in it. i dont know if you'll want to see whats in that. it could be...upsetting. do you want to?"

"what kind of pictures?" i ask cautiously. "crime scenes?"

wooyoung bites his lip nervously. "they're timestamped photos of connected shipments and their...consequences. and a bunch of other stuff. i dont think you'll feel good seeing it mira."

the consequences.

"i'd rather see it," i say quietly and push the mouse to him. wooyoung sighs and opens the folder up, and i straighten to look at them fully.

the first one catches my eye because its the one i can make out the clearest. it looks like people wrapped in white sheets, tied up with blood stains at the top of their heads. executional style.

"hostages," he fills in for me. "enemy soldiers and officers."

the next one is just a bunch of small, dusty hands peeking out under rubble.

"civilian casualties."

the next one is a bunch of men in uniform piled on the floor in a row, all of them dead and bleeding out on the floor. there are soldiers surrounding them, holding guns and smiling above them like they secured a massive victory.

"the militants."

then another picture in a similar fashion, but the militants held a decapitated head. i look away from that one quickly and find one that shatters my heart completely.

a young boy. lying on the floor, missing half a leg, with guns sprawled next to him. he doesnt look older than 16. hes covered in dust, the wounds in him filled with gray and dried blood. his face isnt even recognizable anymore because he was laying out that long. i grab the mouse from wooyoung and click out of it completely.

"a child soldier," he says finally, looking at me with an undefinable look on his face.

"oh my god," i whisper to myself.

that boy looked just like any other kid refugee i would meet on an ordinary day. but he didnt get a chance. he was swallowed by consequences he had no part in. he was a baby, dragged into some man's selfish war. and he died for nothing.

i sit down on the chair infront of wooyoung's computer. he keeps looking at me, waiting for me to say something, but i cant. no words of mine are worth anything in regard to that.

"im not gonna look at this anymore," he says into the silence. "i know everything that needs to be here is here. im just...gonna make a call. do you want me to leave you here alone or can i just stay here?"

i feel like i cant even hear him properly. "who are you calling?" i ask, my throat suddenly dry.

"people from my agency. i want them to know i have everything they need."

god, is this going to end? can it finally be over? im fine with never seeing my father ever again.

"you can take it here," i tell him.

wooyoung nods and opens up something on the laptop and it starts dialing. then, someone picks up.

"its woo. i got what we needed. awaiting exfil." he says, his voice completely changing. the softness he had with me vanishing into thin air.

"acknowledged. sit tight. send what you have while you wait."

"yes sir."

a moment passes. there's dread in the air. everything's calm.

"is amira saidi with you?"

wooyoung doesnt answer immediately. i still cant believe they know my name. he just stands beside me, staring at the laptop like he’s trying to read between the lines. i notice his jaw tighten—barely—but enough.

“yes,” he finally says. his voice is flat now. stripped of anything familiar.

there’s a pause. too long.

the voice on the other end speaks again, too smoothly: “copy. maintain visual until further instruction.”

wooyoung’s shoulders tense. i see it—just a twitch, barely perceptible—but it says everything. he knows. whatever code they just spoke wasn’t one he expected.

he clicks the laptop shut, slowly. carefully. then he looks at me like he’s trying to memorize me. like something’s changed.

"what's wrong?" i ask, trying not to panic.

"i think they know."

my stomach drops. and i feel my chest burn.

"but they didnt say anything."

"they wouldnt," he says sharply. its the first time ive heard him like this. cold and sharp like a dagger.

my mind starts to race again. "how can we be sure then?" i ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"there's someone i can call, but if i do that, if they dont know my cover's blown, that will definetely give it away."

so our only choice left is to fucking gamble our lives?

i stand up, feeling like i need to rip all my nails off. ive never been this fucking nervous in my life. "so what do we do, wooyoung? are they gonna come here and raze us with bullets?" i raise my voice.

"i need you to trust me," he tells me. "i'll be right back."

"no, you are NOT leaving me by myself," i order him and grab onto his sleeve.

"im going to get guns, mira. are you sure you want to be around that after all the stuff you saw?" he holds me by my shoulders, his eyes flickering with regret and tenderness.

"i dont care," i bite out, breathing hard. "just dont leave me."

wooyoung resigns and we go downstairs to the armory. its filled with military grade weapons. there's a bunch of ammo lying around too. wooyoung picks up another gun that looks identical to his, and i distract my thoughts of impending doom by staring at the rifles.

"you know how to use those?" woo asks me. i shake my head in disgust.

"my father made me go hunting with him when i was eleven. we shot a rabbit and i cried for two days straight. he was so mad at me and said i was too soft. then my mom banned him from taking me on any of his trips again and forced him to let us go on weekly shopping trips instead." i practically word vomit. im trying to think of anything and everything else other than those people showing up.

would they arrive in a helicopter or a tank? would they just bomb this place with us in it?

"im guessing those lessons wont pay off then," woo mutters.

"are they going to kill us?" my voice shaking with franticness.

woo looks at me with a straight face. "they wont kill you."

i stare at him blankly. "so just you?"

"you dont have to sound so excited about it," wooyoung says with a half smile. what the fuck.

"there's no way you're this calm about this," i say exasperatedly, pushing my hair back. its so frizzy now if i dont get a blowout in the next four days im screwed. "wooyoung what are we going to do–"

"listen, i know you think im crazy and this is insane to ask, but trust me. please. just for tonight."

i resign. i dont know what else to do. i sigh and try to stop fidgeting, then look at him expectantly. "can i have those leftovers now?"

***

somehow, i passed out on the bunkbed. i dont know when i got comfortable enough to sleep. a flash of the harsh light woke me up, and immediately with my regained consciousness, i go and find wooyoung.

he isnt close to me. which i know is crazy to expect after ive repeatedly pushed him away, but i told him i dont want him to leave me. he doesnt get to.

when i walk out onto the mezzanine, i see woo on the ground floor talking to two men in black. i freeze, my hands gripping the railing as they all look up at me in unison.

oh my god, they're here.

woo gives me a look, a flash of something sharp in his eyes but it disappears quickly.

"miss saidi," a man with the most menacing eyes ive ever seen says with a curt nod. "my name is agent song," he then gestures to his partner. "this is agent park. we would like to ask you a few questions about your father, mr saidi, if that would be alright."

i like how hes asking, trying to make it seem like i have a choice. i know damn well i dont. but i guess wooyoung's not in trouble.

but i briefly look at him, and the tension in his arms and back tell a different story. i dont make a move till i know whats going on.

"why does she have to go with you?" woo asks with badly hidden irritation. "i told you she doesnt know anything, didn't i?"

"since when is that for you to decide, jung?" agent park says, tossing wooyoung a look.

woo shrugs hard. "its my mission, isnt it? didnt you just come to get the files and me?"

agent park and agent song turn to each other slowly, sharing ominous eye contact. the hair on my skin start to raise.

"your mission, agent jung?" agent song drawls. "your mission's done. you're extracted. you can hand over the files and miss saidi."

"but that wasnt the deal," wooyoung argues. "i told you–"

"miss saidi's been reported missing," agent song interrupts. "she should return to her family as soon as possible. and we'll drive her home, after questioning."

i blink hard, feeling sweat gathering on me quick despite this cold. "why am i getting pulled for questioning? may i know the merits of this case?" i try to put on my professional voice, but it cracks inbetween and doesnt do me any justice.

"you'll know once we arrive at the station. woo, you're done here. go with agent park."

i dont know what to do. something tells me i should go with them, to be safe, and out of harms way. but the other part of me is telling me that if wooyoung is panicking, i should too–if he doesnt want me going, then there has to be a reason, right?

are they gonna drug me? interrogate me for days? hold me prisoner till i tell them about my father? what if they dont believe i know nothing? will they kill me–

agent park steps forward to wooyoung, holding his hand out. "the files, agent jung."

wooyoung stares at the man's hand, his jaw clenching at the sight of it. he makes no move.

***

wooyoung

ive been compromised. never in my career have i ever been extracted by agent park and agent song. it was always agent choi. every single time, suddenly, the one guy i can ask if my cover is in tact, doesnt show up? i think thats telling enough.

even the code. they never ask for the files until im fully extracted. until im fully safe. until i know im in the clear. now they want it before im even off the job?

i know that once they get their hands on the files i cracked, im going to end up in the middle of the desert. some "accident" in the local newspaper. and now they want mira too.

not if i can fucking help it.

"let me double check if everythings here," i say. agent park's lip twitches, his impatience gnawing on him. i never liked him. "i'll just plug it in the laptop, cmon."

they look at each other once again. agent song sighs and nods. "lead the way."

mira looks at me with deep confusion, her eyes wide in worry. i know she expects nothing good from me, but she needs to lend me all the faith she has. even if its a single strand.

we head up to the mezzanine and the plan runs through my head. its not even a plan–im not a man for plans. if anything, im a master of improv. not even i know what i'll do next. it used to work all the time, now im here.

girlfriendless, jobless, possibly soon to be lifeless.

we walk past mira and i nod for her to take a walk. i hope she gets it. but as soon as we pass her, agent song plants himself next to her, sizing her up. or is he checking her out? either way, his eyes are on her too fucking long for my liking.

i plug the usb into the side of the laptop, waiting for the screen to pop up on the projector. agent park's eyes drift up to the screen, his jaw clenched for some reason. its like he wants to say something but is holding back.

"mira doesnt know anything, agent park," i say again. i watch his eyes. theyre almost smug.

"yeah, you'd know from studying her fully, right?"

there it is. that pointedness in his tone. just like i watched her. they watched me. if they knew how i was bombing everything, then they've been planning to take me out. they've been waiting for it.

"i would know," i answer him matter of factly. i pull out the usb suddenly and agent park straightens, glaring at me.

"nothing loaded yet, why did you do that?"

i dont answer him, instead lifting my laptop and slamming it into his head.

park stumbles back, and i hear mira scream and see her try to run. i drive my foot into agent park's chest, making him tumble over the mezzanine with a harsh grunt. its not enough to kill him, and i unfortunately cant. mira's seen me off more than one person already. i dont want her to fear me.

agent park hits the ground with a painful thud and he screams. agent song is holding mira by her clothes as she tries to break free, and he moves to withdraw his gun at the same time. i kick a table into his knees with brutal speed, making him double over it. i bolt toward mira and shove her through the door towards the bedrooms. "go mira, go!" i yell at her, taking out my gun, unable to say the location aloud but i hope she knows i mean the car.

"you're a dead man, jung!" agent song furiously spits. his gun is aimed at me and i quickly take cover behind a pillar as a shot goes off.

"if you really wanted to kill me, you should've sent agent choi," i scoff, breathing hard. i take my turn to shoot, seeing him taking cover behind the table i kicked at him. all my shots miss and i want to scream at myself as im forced to withdraw, his next few shots landing dangerously close to my shoulder and all etching into the pillar.

i need a distraction. i cant kill them and i cant die here. i quickly look at the lights above us, a shot sparking concrete into my face as it lands in the pillow again. fuck!

i roll to the side and fire upright, blowing out the light above Song, showering the area with sparks and smoke. darkness falls on the mezzanine.

***

mira

i wait in the garage, my palms sweating horrendously and my skin feeling like i'd explode in a microwave. i keep rubbing my hands on my jersey, but it doesnt help. i keep hearing gunfire and i just tell myself if wooyoung was dead there wouldnt still be gunshots.

on my side its quiet. too quiet. i cant even make a run for it because wooyoung has the keys. im really either leaving with him, or the other two agents who definetely dont care if i live or die.

what do we do now? i try not to think so much with every shot going off in the background but i cant help but be smart. where the fuck exactly would we go after this? and how much more of this do we have to go through. im shitting myself enough as it is.

the door suddenly budges but doesnt open because of the latch on my end. no one on the other side says anything. i start to shiver and look around for something. the only thing in range is a fucking fire extinguisher. i pull it off the wall and hold it with shaking hands.

"amira?" someone says. its not wooyoung's voice, he'd never call me that.

"its agent park. you can call me seonghwa. please open the door."

"i dont know anything," i say back, sniffling. "i swear i dont."

"i believe you," seonghwa says. "let us take you home."

"if you believe me then why are you trying to kill woo?"

"he is obsolete. and he has done enough harm by getting close to you. he cannot be trusted to take part in a mission ever again."

i lean against the wall, my chest heaving. "a bit harsh for someone who still did the job, isnt it? or does he know something you dont want him to know?"

"everyone knows who he is. he will no longer be our problem."

so they are going to kill him. i squeezed my eyes shut trying to not go insane.

"open this door, amira." its a demand now, no more mr nice guy. i gasp as he rams himself into the door. with three loud bangs it bursts open and seonghwa storms in. i panic and immediately blast him with the fire extinguisher, coating him in white foam. seonghwa screams and slips, falling like a cartoon who slipped on a banana peel.

i keep blasting him until his hair flies up into sun beams and hes screaming in horror. it looks like he wants to reach for his gun and my panic overrides me. i swing the extinguisher over his head and he flattens to the floor with a loud bonk.

***

wooyoung

smoke curls through the air, thick and stifling, and agent song's coughing cuts through the haze.

i move quiet. ive always been quiet in the dark. we both trained for this, but im way better. hell, he cant even hear me through his wet coughing.

he thinks he's slick, repositioning behind the table i kicked at him. but I’m already there.

i tackle him from behind and he snarls, elbowing at me wildly. i trap his wrist and slam it into the steel railing, hard enough to make the gun clatter to the floor. he goes for my throat and I duck low, driving my knee into his ribs. The breath leaves him in a hiss, and he tries to grab my hair, stupidly.

gun still in hand, i whip it across his face. his head jerks, blood flying into the smoke. he stumbles, dazed. not out, but slow.

"you're lucky," i drawl. “if i really wanted you dead, you’d already be leaking into the carpet.”

he staggers back, reaching for anything to balance himself. i shove him hard and he collapses against the support beam. his gun's out of reach, and i don’t give him the time to get clever. i grab a broken zip tie from my pocket—cheap, thin, but it'll hold—and fasten it tight around his wrist to the nearest pipe. he snarls, yanking at it like a cornered animal.

“you're not walking away from this!” he shouts after me.

“then i'll crawl,” i mock, already halfway to the door out.

mira’s waiting. there’s no more time.

***

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Staying up late with you, RPG (3)

Summary: Kuroki Yuuya, Enma Yuuken, and Asaka Yuuki all find themselves dragged into their favorite piece of media. They're all… coping. If you can call it that.

Pt2

Asaka Yuuki was having a time.

She had woken up in a coffin, which was already a 0/10 experience, but it seemed that she had also been dragged into her computer to become a part of her favorite game.

Which should be fun! It was her favorite game for a reason!

Unfortunately for her, it was a fighting game, and she was not prepared to get her ass beat. Multiple times.

And that ‘multiple times’ thing was just assuming she had Save Points. If she didn’t… well, she supposed she would just die. Funnily enough, this wasn’t something she particularly wanted to test out.

Hence why she had run away from the fight with Grim. He wouldn’t kill the player, he was there to rough you up a little while you get used to the game’s fighting system, but that was not appealing to her. She’d much rather stack up on healing pots and then head into the woods on campus to up her EXP.

After all, she would have a pretty tough battle ahead of her tomorrow… or was it the day after? She had never paid all that much attention to the so-called ’plot’ of the game. It was barebones at best, only there to justify all of the fight scenes the player would get into. But, now, she wished she had, at the very least, studied the timings for things.

Whatever!

She needed healing potions! Sooner rather than later! That was the point!

She let her feet carry her through NRC. It was a little strange, no longer seeing pixelated hallways, but the game was the magical equivalent of a First Person Shooter, so it wasn’t too different.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out, mildly confused.

Kuroki has started a chat with you! Welcome!

Kuroki: Are you one of the other people from the coffin

She stared for a moment, before typing out her answer.

Asaka: yep

She watched him type for a minute, the three dots at the bottom of her screen popping up and then fading away repeatedly, before disappearing entirely.

Just when she was about to put her phone away again, she was added to a new group chat.

Kuroki started a group chat! Welcome to ‘HELP’.

Kuroki: Guys, quick, I need help

Asaka changed the name to ‘what the fuck is going on’.

Enma changed the name to ‘No cursing, please.’.

How can someone play video games and not be used to cursing? Like, you can choose not to curse yourself, but trying to stop others from cursing is wild.

Her lips twitched into a grin.

Asaka changed the name to ‘fuck fuck fuck’.

Enma changed the name to ‘What is going on?’.

Kuroki: Guys

Asaka changed the name to ‘bastard’.

Kuroki: Seriously

Oh! Kuroki was trying to talk, whoops, she hadn’t noticed the first time…s, apparently. Sorry, Kuroki. She had assumed he was just making a group chat so Enma and Asaka could get each other’s numbers, or in case they needed to help each other out in the future.

Enma changed the name to ‘What is going on?’.

Well, that was just rude to Kuroki.

Kuroki: Okay. I’m just going to talk over you Kuroki: Where in the body would you say the soul is

Asaka hesitated, her head tipping to the side.

She had, honestly, never believed in souls, she had never really considered where it would be located…

Enma: Do I want to know why? Kuroki: Just tell me, please Enma: The heart, maybe?

Her nose scrunched up.

Asaka: wouldnt it just be all over Asaka: why would it be concentrated in one place Asaka: if you get a transplant do you swap souls Kuroki: I’m deciding that it’s in the brain

What the fuck?!

She politely censored herself (somewhat) for Enma’s sake.

Asaka: what the hell Enma: Why even ask at that point?

Thank you, Enma! She may be weirded out by his hatred of swear words, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t agree that their opinions were being unjustifiably suppressed!

The group chat was silent for a while, so she glanced up to make sure she hadn’t veered off-course while she was texting-and-walking, and was pleased to find that she still knew where she was. It wasn’t that surprising, the game was a magical FPS game, after all, she had already traversed the halls of the school many times, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be proud of herself.

It also meant that she could continue looking through her phone.

Absently, she wondered if she could still use her old world’s internet, because access to a guide would be nice. But, a glance at the top of her phone said the answer was definitely not. Which kind of sucked. She was in a computer, she should be able to connect to wi-fi!

Whatever. She wasn’t perfect at the game, but there were probably books that she could read here, so if she ever forgot something she could just refer to those.

She got a notification.

Kuroki: Told you

What was he talking about?

Enma: The mirror was probably just being polite.

Ohhhhh. She had forgotten about the whole ‘where is the soul’ debate already.

Asaka: wait seriously he was right Asaka: that sucks Asaka: still makes sense more than heart though

Enma didn’t respond to her little jab, so she tucked her phone away once again and then concentrated on finding the Alchemy room.

Which wasn’t that hard. The school was big, but it wasn’t that big – she was practically already there. And, when she did finally reach it, she didn’t hesitate to start sifting through the ingredients. She didn’t need a guide, she had this potion memorized, at least.

The door slammed against the wall, and she found herself lifted off of the floor in a gust of wind magic, pulled off of her feet and tipped upside down.

She shrieked, almost dropping the Blooming Onion (not the dish, a magical version) in her surprise.

Only to find a man staring at her, wide-eyed.

“A girl?” Professor Crewel said.

Oh wait.

This was an all-boys school, wasn’t it?

She hadn’t really taken note of it when she was playing the game. Tons of games had male main characters, and even when there were female options she had never really bothered with it (male characters tended to have cooler armor), but now that she was here…

“Excuse me! My pronouns are he/him!” she said, panic making her voice raise higher, which was not helping her case.

Crewel blinked at her.

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

He believed that?!

Not that she was complaining! But what?!

“What were you doing in my storage closet?” Crewel said, recovering quickly. Unfortunately.

She worried her lip. “I – uh –.”

There was a mechanic in the game to get you out of situations like this, but she wasn’t sure that they would work. She wasn’t actively injured, so she couldn’t say she was desperate. It wasn’t even the first day of school, so she couldn’t pretend she was trying to get a head start on her studies, she wasn’t supposed to have the syllabus yet! And she sure as hell couldn’t fight a teacher at this point.

What other options were there?!

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Crewel’s own eyes widened in horror.

Well, that works, apparently.

“I – I don’t know why I’m here,” she said, swallowing thickly. “I don’t even have magic! The mirror made a mistake, but I’m here now, so I needpotionstomakeupforit –!”

“Just – stop talking!”

She could do that.

Crewel sighed. “I’m going to take you to the Headmaster.”

‘This is not my problem,” Asaka translated.

But it would soon become her problem, because now that she wasn’t in immediate danger she had new priorities: getting out of mandatory cutscenes. The not-so-subtle exposition scenes in the game had been long enough even when she didn’t know the information, now that she did it would be torture.

Ughhhhhh ESC ESC ESC.

… why was she outside of a haunted house with Dire Crowley?

Crowley turned to her, smiling. “Admiring the dorm’s character?”

Asaka nodded, a little numb. She had never really thought about how that would feel as a real person. She hadn’t even thought it would work.

“It – it sure has a lot of it,” she said, slowly, her eyes flicking away from Crowley, to look at Ramshackle Dorm.

There were ghosts inside, and she would be expected to beat them up. She hadn’t yet learned how to beat up characters. She was not eager to go in. She hadn’t gained any EXP yet, she would not win a fight like this…

But there were hands on her back, ushering her forward, and she didn’t know how to stop what was about to happen, not without outright admitting this entire place was a game, and that was, practically, illegal in stories like this.

The door was ajar when they finally reached it, swinging open further as they approached. A dull shiver ran through her.

“Probably the wind, right?” she said, because she wasn’t supposed to know about the ghosts yet.

Though it didn’t seem like she would have to pretend for long.

Because the moment they stepped into the living room, they found one of the other Players chatting merrily with the ghosts. He glanced up at the new people, and for a moment just stared, his eyes wide.

“Asaka-san?” he said, slowly, clearly trying to think but failing oh no the Headmaster was going to think they were spies or something they were going to be homeless –.

“Is this another dimension-traveler, Yuuki-kun?”

What are you even talking about? Asaka thought. She should not have skipped all of those cutscenes, whoops.

She nodded along, though. “We were scared you wouldn’t be understanding of our situation, so we were preparing to hide out here so we wouldn’t become homeless.”

Crowley stared at the pair of them for a second.

And then he smiled. “That makes sense!”

Asaka loved having plot armor.

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #kuroki yuuya #enma yuuken #dire crowley #divus crewel #we r so back #for those curious #i am writing asaka as a (trans) egg #and it turns out when u yourself are slowly coming to the realization u r not quite a girl... it is harder to write that kind of chara #but now im fine so words exist yay

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viaalterego · 7 months ago

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tw- graphic and disturbing descriptions violence. you have been warned

this was not how Techno imagined his Friday night going. finding his brothers halfway through the window, hands and faces stained with blood.

there was no shouting. no talking even. just silent acceptance as the two walked passed Techno and straight to the bedrooms. probably to get changed, Technos mind supplied. while the room was dark and their clothes were black, Techno didn't doubt that there were stains left behind form their activities.

Techno had always known something was going on. surprisingly, i stated with Tommy.

it wasn't that Tommy never lied. no no no. it was that Tommy was a terrible liar. his tells were easy to figure out if you looked long enough. he might as well had "GUILTY" written in bright red on his forehead whenever was trying to hide what he had done. he'd pick at his nailbeds til they bled, he'd look anywhere but your eyes, the way he constantly was shifting from foot to foot as if he was looking for a way to escape.

at first, Techno was suspicious. so far everything seemed fine with Tommy. his grades were alright. he hadn't gotten into any fights. he had sassed a teacher to the point he was sent to the office. so why was he so easily spooked whenever he saw him or Wilbur?

his answer? "um- some kid at my school- he, uh. he's dead. Passed away on Tuesday i guess."

murdered was more like it. found in an alley a few blocks away from the school. the lady who owned the doughnut shop found him when she threw out the trash.

Techno felt sick. He didnt question it afterwards. he comforted his brother and went on with his life. thankful that it wasn't Tommy.

he was still jittery though as the weeks went on. techno couldnt blame him. his classmate was stabbed 27 times and dumped behind a dumpster. and worst part? he wasnt the only one.

more reports showed up. more kids. all around Tommys age. from Tommys school. four kids in total, if you included the first one.

then it was a teacher.

thats when Tommy broke down. Wilbur called the school and Tommy stayed at home. in bed all day. Techno was never good with emotions, sent Wilbur to console his brother. Techno waited behind the closed door, listening to his brother's fearful sobs. Praying to whatever god may be out there that his brother. their Tommy wouldn't be next.

there werent any more reports for the next month.

then two. then three.

Then Wilbur was next.

now wilbur... he wasnt just good at lying, per se. he knew how to distract. misdirect a conversation. but most of all, it was his knowledge. studying whoever he considered the enemy an knowing what to say and how to say the very thing that makes his opponent stumble and stutter. it came in handy with high school politics, or predicting election results.

wilbur was crafty. so when Techno ask about what he and Tommy talked about that night. "why dont you ask him?" was his response, knowing full well that his brother used him as a scapegoat.

the next murder occurred. another teacher. different school. then another. a custodian. same school as the first. and a third. some lady on the school board. same district for both schools.

when he asked about what he thought about strange Tommy's behavior after the deaths. "grief is hard, whether you knew them or not. I'm sure there was some philosophy about death, isn't their Techno? i wouldnt know. do you? you are the one who studied literature-"

it was never a straight answer,

not even when specific pieces of clothing went missing. when mysterious stains that Tommy claimed to be ketchup couldnt come out of Tommys t-shirts. or the sudden appearance of a black duffle bag hidden in the back of Wilburs closet

Regardless, Techno knew his brothers well enough that they would come to him in case of any problems.

at least, the thought he did.

so thats where he finds himself now, on what was supposed to be a normal Friday night. mind reeling, as had he walked over to the couch and sat down. all the pieces snapping into place forming a picture Techno could ignore.

he could thinking about one thing...

"now what?"

Techno looked up.

Tommy was in the doorway. his face and hands clean from earlier (the was still something though... it was still underneath his fingernails) his hair is still a little damp from showering and is becoming a golden poof on his head.

he looked... fine. as if he hadn't killed God knows who tonight (thought he'd probably find out in the morning news though) Tommy looked completely unphased. refreshed even.

how had Tommy been living like this for the past seven months?

Technos eyes lingered on his brother. distantly he could hear the shower turning on, probably Wil washing up. but as he staired in to his brothers eyes. the ones that once held guilt, fear and shame. the ones that were now free from all that...

"what now, Techno"

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okay... im stopping here.

i never intended on writing a full-on snippet but oh well. i had fun with tho. too much really.

its almost midnight... aughhh and i told myself id go to bed early tonight. bruhhhh.

credit to Sircantus for the prompt

Au where crimeboys are serial killers and Techno is their older sibling who finds out and has a choice to make: turn them in (lose them) or join them (lose yourself)

#current mood #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #snippet #one shot #dont ask me how i did...#it jsut happened.#i need sleep now.#bye.#i dont want t hear any complaints as to how graphic or gorey it was #there was a warning. dont say i didnt warn yall

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simpforchuchu · 2 years ago

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Binzo x Suzuran!Reader with Suzuran Boys

a/n: I hope you like it guys <3

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: some fight and violence

"Oi! Stop yelling at each other! Now!"

Magoroku could not stand the loud voices and shouting of his two friends at each other any longer.

It was a normal day for them anyway. Binzo and Y/n would fight every day for silly reasons, Mashii or Magoroku would stop them. When Raoh was there, they wouldnt usually fight.

Neither of them could remember what the fight started from this time. Every day they started fights for such unnecessary reasons that they didn't even need a reason anymore.

Of course, these fights never resulted in one hurting the other. They were just noisy.Too noisy.

Y/n sighed angrily and Binzo sat down next to Mashii. Kamui was silently watching what was going on. Magoroku took some chewing gum from his jacket pocket and handed it to the young girl.

"Take it, your favourite one."

Smiling, the young girl took the gum, popped it into her mouth, and muttered a thank you.Magoroku just rolled his eyes, happy that the silence had finally come.

While Binzo looking at the manga Mashii was reading, Y/n walked over to Magoroku and said she wanted to punch. Magoroku stepped aside a little and let her punch the punching bag the way he showed it.

This was an ordinary day of Suzuran's Raoh Faction. The only things that changed were the people they fought with, the clothes, and the reasons why y/n and Binzo were fighting....

When Y/n realized that she was tired, she sat on the side chair to drink water and stared at the person who was looking at her.

"Oi! What are you looking at?"

Binzo rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"The water you drink is mine, yours is there"

Y/n looked at the pointing point and then looked at the bottle in her hand. She shrugged, drank the water, and walked over to Binzo, shaking the empty bottle in her hand. She stood in front of him, handed the bottle, and smiled.

Binzo knew she was doing it to piss him off, so he smiled and grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her towards him.

When Y/n could not balance and fell on the young boy, there was a silence in the room. Although everyone thought it was the silence before the storm, the situation was different.

When the young girl opened her tightly closed eyes, she swallowed nervously when she saw Binzo was staring at her intently. With a feeling she could not explain, she immediately stood up and threw the bottle at the young boy and left the room.

Binzo, on the other hand, looked around with a stupid smile.Everyone in the room rolled their eyes in disappointment.

Y/n came to the school a year after them.She was the same age as Kamui and Kansuke.It was unusual to have a girl in Suzuran. No one expected her to be a strong and a girl who can fight, especially.

Y/n didn't challenge anyone. But there were people who kept saying that she should join a faction, and they always challenged her or threatened her. So she wanted to prove to them that she wasn't weak.

Raoh has watched her from afar since she came to school and didn't make a move. Seeing that the group attacked y/n that day and they were getting crowded, he helped her and y/n joined the Raoh faction with her own will.

Binzo and Y/n didn't get along for a long time. They fought all the time and enjoyed it.In fact, neither of them hated each other. First Mashii understood this, and then the others.

Binzo was tough to get along with. He was strong, he was crazy, and he acted without much thinking.But Y/n was perhaps the thing he thinks most about.

At first he didn't like having a girl in the faction, but one day he realized that he was in love with her, with the strange feeling he felt when she scolded him as she bandaged his wounds when they came back from a fight.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn't think that Binzo hated her, but didn't even think he could love her. That's why she sometimes felt sad but chose not to show it. Because she had the same feelings for a long time.And the way he looked at her today made her heart beat so fast that she wanted to run away.

***

After sitting in a park for a long time and thinking, Y/n got up to go back to school and left the park. While walking in one of the side streets, she frowned at the 2 people who had crossed her path and looked at them.

"Is there a problem ?"

When the tall boy in front of her smiled and approached her, y/n realized that they were not well-intentioned and knocked the boy down with a hard kick. When the other boy next to her punched her in the face, she took a few steps back and wiped the blood from her nose with her hand.

"Fuck!"

When the boy wanted to strike again, she grabbed his arm and turned it. She knocked him down with a kick to the leg and shouted.

"Who the fuck are you!"

When the first boy stood up with a grin, y/n did not notice the person approaching silently from behind. And a few seconds later, she fell to the ground with a hard blow to the head.Blood dripping from her head, she realized that the boys around her were here to take her, but she couldn't keep her eyes open and the last thing she saw were steps approaching her.

***

Binzo was lying on one of the benches in the room.When Kamui suddenly rushed into the room and everyone looked at him, Binzo also opened his eyes and stood up.

"Raoh-san! We have a problem!"

Seeing how scared Kamui was, Raoh realized something was wrong and quickly stood up.

"Breathe slowly... What happened?"

Kamui held out the necklace and the note in his hand.

"It was stuck with a knife in the wall outside the school. This necklace belongs to... y/n-chan..."

Binzo got up in anger and took the necklace from Raoh's hand. He clenched his fists when he saw that it was really y/n's necklace.

"On the necklace... there's blood on the necklace... Where is Y/n?"

Kamui shook his head.

"They kidnapped Y/n-chan. They want us to come to the address in the note."

When Binzo suddenly wanted to take the paper from Raoh's hand, Raoh blocked him and stopped Binzo.

"It's obviously a trap, Binzo, calm down first"

"Are we going to leave y/n to them?"

Mashii interrupted when Binzo shouted

"Of course we'll go get her, but we need to think first. If we make a mistake, they could do more serious damage to y/n-chan."

Binzo didn't think much of it. Staying calm wasn't his thing. Everyone in the room was aware of how worried he was for y/n but others were just as worried as he was too...

***

"Magoroku, keep an eye on Binzo. Don't let him do anything crazy."

Magoroku laughed and shook his head.

"Crazy? Binzo always does something crazy."

Mashi nodded his head

"Make him go crazy like normal days then"

Magoroku nodded and looked at Binzo. They were all very worried about Y/n but he knew how much he liked her. So he was afraid of what Binzo might do today...

Kamui and Kansuke kept the door open and one by one they made their way to the warehouse where the fight would take place. It was time to save their friend..

***

When the fight resulted in the victory of the Raoh faction, Binzo was kicking the person he learned that he had injured y/n. Mashii pulled him back sharply, stopping him.

"That's enough. We need to find Y/n. Kansuke is looking downstairs, so check upstairs."

Binzo looked at the man on the ground then at Mashi and nodded his head. And quickly went upstairs.

He was kicking the doors one after the other and checking the rooms. When he opened the last door and saw a silhouette on the floor, he ran inside in fear and grabbed the body on the floor.

When he pulled the young girl's hair from her face and saw that her face and back of her head were bloody, he cried out in fear.

"Oi! Y/n! Wake up!"

After shaking the young girl a little, when he didn't get any reaction, his heart started beating like it was going to explode. He shouted with his trembling voice as his eyes filled with tears.

"Oi! Shorty! Wake up please! Y/n! Don't leave me! I'll kill you if you die y/n!"

While shouting shaking the young girl, y/n gently grabbed Binzo's arm and whispered

"You're so loud... don't shout you idiot."

He looked at the girl who was slowly opening her eyes and laughed. He shook his head and slightly straightened the young girl. He pushed back her hair from her face and took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders.

Y/n was trying not to show it even though it hurt so bad.She didn't want to seem weak, especially in front of Binzo.But the way he treated her so well made her smile.She lowered her head and closed her eyes for a second.

Binzo asked again in the same mood like nothing happened today.

"Hey, don't sleep! If you think I'm going to carry you, you're wrong."

Y/n chuckled and hugged the jacket around her shoulders a little more. She lifted her head and looked at Binzo. She smiled when she saw him looking at her with concern.

"I knew you would come, Kouzou. Thank you."

Binzo looked at the young girl in surprise. Realizing that she was really sincere, he patted her hair and smiled. He said "always" in a low voice, but y/n couldn't hear it.

Binzo slowly put his hand on the young girl's waist and under her legs and took her in his arms. Y/n startled with a little pain, but she laid her head on Binzo's chest and closed her eyes.

Binzo, on the other hand, moved to the stairs to go downstairs, smiling and his heart melting at the young girl's reaction...

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst x #high and low the worst #high n low #suzuran #binzo x reader #suzuran binzo

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fearlessleaderslove · 3 years ago

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Can You Do A Vampire Raph x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do It In A Lemon 🍋

123. “Don’t hold back.” 58. Turtle bedroom 89. Mating season 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 5. “MINE.” plus 142. “Bite me.” and Turning into a vampire

⚠️MINORS DNI MINORS DNI⚠️

So first things first, I have never really written out vampires before so honestly I dont know a whole lot about them. So for context:

I think that everyone has there own scent when it comes to their blood (I think I read it in a book somewhere? idk) and everyones is different

The brothers dont have the power to turn others. They're something like less vampires whereas greater vampires (like OG coven leaders) can.

They brothers have their own 'covens' but its more like harems.

Raph would be EXTREMELY gentle when it comes to initiating their mate into the 'coven' or if its their first time.

Raph and the F!Reader are WELL over 18 in this fic so without further delay, enjoy you sinners ❤️

WARNINGS: Blood and mentions of blood, Stalker behavior, Swearing, NSWF content (i.e. sex, mentions of sex, sexual acts)

Sweet Night

Fuck.

Raph wasnt one to move so quickly into choosing mates, especially for his coven. He liked to observe his potential wives/husbands before making the commitment and following through. It was the one thing he and Leo had in common when it came to their covens. But this was…different. A stirring in his stomach and the deafening screaming of his instincts told him that he needed you. And Raphael was betwixted and between something as cliche as “love at first sight” or just the mating season that had just begun.

It didnt matter either way, the young turtle patiently waited until the streets had become less crowded and problematic to make his move…

Its not a secret that creatures of the night like himself were attracted to certain…smells. Particularly the way blood smells. Everyone has a different scent, some smelled like mint and some smelled like sweets. Raph was never a big fan of coffee save for his ‘morning’ cup but you…you smelled like freshly brewed coffee and sweet, warm vanilla shortbreads. God he was getting impatient, hiding himself in the darkness of the alley, waiting to reach out and whisk you away.

The day had been long for you and all you could think of was your cozy bed. It didnt help that you had been just slightly…frustrated as of late. And while most times in the past you could satisfy yourself this time was different. Somehow, it just wasnt enough now.

As you pondered and mulled over more possible ways to sate your needs, it had not dawned on you that the streets were now starting to dwindle in population. And from the shadows two large hands sprung forward like a silent, well placed trap and pulled you into the shrouded alley. One hand around your waist and the other covering your mouth and chin but not your nose. The next thing you knew you were standing on a secluded rooftop away from the hustle and bustle of the city with a large dark figure.

You should be terrified right now, right? You should want to scream! Run! Anything! And yet...your legs wouldnt move and your body felt like it was weighed down or stuck underneath sand. And the dark figure? He (you assume it was a he) just stood there and stared. Stared with beautiful eyes that illuminated a brilliant gold in the darkness.

There was a strange force drawing you to him, not fear or curiosity, but something else. As your eyes bore into each other the mysterious figure spoke in a gravely, heavy voice, snapping you back into reality.

“Ain’t yous gonna scream? Or run? Aint ya scared of me?” He asked you in what seemed to be confusion.

“No…I’m not afraid. If you were going to harm me or kill me, you would’ve done so already.” Was all you could say until he started to move closer and into the soft light that hung on a wire overhead. He was large to say the least and was a…turtle? A mutant? You had heard rumors and stories but never thought you would encounter one.

“Whats ya name, kid.” The mutant demanded as he crossed his arms, looking ya up and down with those vibrant eyes.

“Its Y/N…Do you have a name?” You asked the large mutant and copied his action, a slight heat raising to your cheeks. He was amazing. Gorgeous green skin and scales, his height was astounding, his tattoos looked like they could tell stories, and he looked like he could bench a BUS if he wanted too.

“Names Raphael. Imma be straight with ya, Y/N, I aint ya average mutant. I’m more than just a turtle…” Raph said as he slowly approached you as to not scare ya or make you bolt. Once he was a mere two feet from you, you could feel it again. That strange force was drawing you closer, wanting to know more. See more. Feel more.

“Imma vampire, too. An’ I want you.” He husked out softly, “What’d’ya say, Y/N? Wanna know how a turtle takes his mate?” His whisper was enough to send an electric tingle up your spine and unexpectedly, you nodded your head slowly. “Yeah…I think I wanna know.”

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Well…You didnt expect to be taken underground and end up in this large turtles lair. The Neon signs, the skateboards, all of the different personalities combined into a smooth flow. Through the lair Raph escorted you, saying that his brothers shouldnt be around tonight.

His room had a theme. Red. Which explained his red mask. And workout equipment like weights, jump ropes, and other assorted dumb bells.

“So are you, like, gonna bite me? Turn me into a vampire too?” You asked him as you looked around his bedroom, hearing him laugh at your question. This made your cheeks blush and puff, your eyes casting to the side in embarrassment.

Raph hummed and reached his hand out, gently grabbing your chin to make you look back at him. “Aw, c’mon Y/N, dont be mad. I didnt mean ta laugh. It’s just it dont work like that. See, only really powerful vampires can turn humans or mutants into vampires. I aint so sure what theys called but me and my brothers dont have that kinda power.” He chuckled before he tipped your chin up more, exposing your neck.

You could hear your heart beat loudly in your ears and your body started to tremble, which made Raph pause. He drew closer, placing a soft kiss on your skin before he pulled himself away.

Fuck this was bad. Raph could hardly keep a grip on himself and the way you looked right now…innocent and vulnerable. Gave him the overwhelming urge to not only ravage you but protect you. The hell were you doing to him… “Ya sure you wanna do this, Y/N? It aint too late ya know…” Raph asked you, still close enough that you could feel his hot breath on your skin. His question made you think for only a moment. Your life was dull, uneventful, and boring. It was the same thing day in and day out and you started to wonder if there would ever be a change. And as strange as it was, you felt an undeniable attraction to Raph. You both only just met, however, and you wanted to get to know this confident turtle. What made him tick? What was he like on good days? On bad days? You wanted to know it all. “I’m sure, Raphael. Please…Dont hold back.” You whispered back to him.

As soon as his name left your lips Raph scooped you up into his powerful arms, pinning you to one of the cold concrete walls of his bedroom as he feverishly kissed your lips in hot desperation. His large calloused hand felt its way up and under the soft fabric of your shirt, caressing the warm skin underneath. Raph was never the patient one though…

The red banded turtle only ceased his barrage of kisses to lift your shirt over your head, throwing it randomly to find later. His lips trailed across your cheekbones to your ears, nibbling them teasingly before he laid you on his bed. Even the sheets smelled like him…

“Fuck…ya gorgeous Y/N.” The terripan husked softly before starting to shed his gear and clothes until all that remained was his red boxes. He was absolutely stunning. Raph crawled over your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he tugged off your pants and panties.

Once you were laid bare to him he sat up, marveling at your now vulnerable body. “Raph…you’re making me blush.” You cooed out to him, your arms trying to cover up what little they could though that didnt last long. Firm yet gently he pulled your limbs away.

“Can’t help it. Ya driving me nuts, Y/N…I can smell ya blood and excitement.” Raph gave a toothy grin before he pushed you a bit further up the mattress, spreading your pretty thighs apart. A deep churr thundered through his chest and it sent a shudder down your spine. You heard him curse under his breath before he dove down, licking and slurping at your sweet nectar. Your hand shot to your mouth to suppress the loud moan escaping your lips, your back arching up in pleasure

“If you know whats good for ya, you’ll take that hand away from yer mouth. I wanna hear ya moans. I wanna hear ya screaming my name, Sweetheart.”

Raph growled, his tongue slipping its way into your pussy, massaging your sensitive walls. After a few moments of him sucking, slurping, and devouring your juices Raph pulled away and gave your clit a small flick with his tongue. A chuckle rolled from his chest when that earned him a twitch from your hips but he wasnt finished. In one quick motion the large mutant bore his fangs into your thigh, making your gasp and yelp out of pain.

Ever so slowly Raphael lapped and suckled down a little of your blood, his breathing starting to quicken. You tasted just like you smelled, sweet and warm like shortbread with a hint of bitter coffee. It now became the barra turtles mission to leave you so marked up that there would be no question who’s mate you were.

A small whimper came from you, grabbing Raphs attention. He pulled away from the punctures, pressing a kiss to them before his gaze was on you. Small tears burned in your eyes and you couldnt help but to look away, trying to hide your face from him. In seconds Raph was hovered over you, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Hey, hey…I’m sorry, Y/N. ‘M sorry…I got carried away. I promise ya I’ll be more gentle, dont cry Sweetheart. I aint gonna hurt ya.” He reassured you, giving you a sweet and gentle kiss. “Ya gotta relax for me, aight? ‘M uh…pretty big. It might hurt a little at first.”

You nodded and took slow, deep breaths, wiping the tears from your eyes as your passionate turtle stripped himself of his boxers. And he wasnt kidding…he was BIG. You swallowed hard and glanced at Raph nervously and he nodded, grabbing both your hands only to pin them above your head.

With his free hand, Raph rubbed the head of his cock against your drenched pussy, making you quiver with anticipation. He prodded and poked the head in and out, flicking your clit to get you more excited and relaxed. With one thrust, Raph shoved himself completely in, kissing you at the same time to muffle your pained moan.

After letting you adjust for a few minutes as well as madly playing tongue hockey with you, you broke away from his lips breathlessly. “I’m okay now, Raphie. Please…please move.” Your voice begged him as your hips bucked, the lust and desire rising.

Fuck how did you know about his nickname? How did you know it would drive him utterly and wholly up a wall? Raph used every ounce of control to set a deep yet steady pace, small grunts and moans filling the space between you and him. This time though, Raph was careful when he let his fangs sink into your now sweaty skin, tenderly placing kisses onto the wounds once he finished sampling your blood again.

Your body moved with his in a fiery rhythm before the mutant began to thrust fervently, the hand that was pinning your wrists down now moved to your hips. He gripped at your flesh tightly, making you mewl his name in throws of pleasure. And you can bet that he’s now left bite trails on your neck, shoulders, breasts, and even your collarbone.

“Fuck, ya amazing. Ya taking almost all of my cock. Tell me ya want more, Y/N. Call my name.” Raphael whispered in your ear, encouraging you on.

“Raphael! A-aaah, please! M-more…I need you to fuck me more…” You whined, bucking your hips down onto his. In an instant you felt your head get fuzzy as your turtle thrusted into your pussy hard and fast, earning him your screams of pleasure as your orgasm quickly approached.

“C-cum! G-g-gonna cum-!” Was all you could manage you moan out before your entire body convulsed, your legs snapping shut around Raph as your pussy squeezed his cock like a vice.

“F-fuck, Y/N!” Raph groaned loudly before pulling back as far as could, slamming himself as deeply as he could reach. Both of your bodys twitched as the impassioned terrapin emptied his seed into you in long bursts. It took a hot minute for him to completely finish and he pulled you in close to his chest, cradling you.

“Ya MINE now, Y/N…Mine ta me. And Im gonna make sure you know that every chance I get.”

#ask #writing prompt #bayverse turtles #tmnt #tmnt fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x reader #bayverse raph #tmnt fandom #vampire

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chokingonpaper · 4 years ago

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Ohla Bola, how are you today? I come bearing a request; ej, with a "kidnapped" s/o, but they went willingly, because they are a monster lover, and who would pass up the opportunity to be with that hunk of a demon 🥵 (I know I wouldnt). So the gist of it is, they are compliant, they know exactly what is going on, manipulation wise, dont care because they are finally being loved (emotional distant parents maybe?) And fully reciprocate the affections and obsessions that ej has for them. (Maybe they see it as the only way they will ever find true love?)

If this is possible? Many thanks adieu

Im doing good, and of course! Again, I might make a part two :D This ended up kind of being the prologue for how this would go in the future ig- If I make a part two it’ll be more about the kidnapping and stuff like that

Also happy 100 posts!

𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐄𝐉 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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You had always been a lonely person. Often times people avoided you, and the people that decided to stick around always seemed to fade away sooner or later.

You lived at the edge of your neighborhood with most of your house concealed by large, dark trees. The community was always planning things and arranging little parties, but you never went. It wasn’t entirely other people’s fault that you were alone, you just weren’t that interested in other people. Though a part of you yearned for a friend, someone that understood you and wouldn’t leave at only a moments notice. But that person hadn’t arrived yet, and you had given up hope that they ever would.

Life was dull, and every morning you woke up you wondered if anything would ever change. Every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, get home, and sleep. Then it’d repeat over, and over, and over again. Every time you came home you found your house empty, and you were once again reminded of how alone you were.

But then one day you felt the strange feeling of eyes on your back. Not having very many friends, you often spent your time observing rather than socializing. You knew this feeling very well, and you knew that you were being watched. Yet along with this unnerving feeling, you felt a rush you’d never experienced before. You weren’t alone, and for whatever reason you were okay with that.

Whenever you walked through the kitchen, you felt eyes trailing you from your windows. You didn’t know who the person was or why they were watching you. You hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them yet.

Whenever you got ready for work and headed out the door, you felt the same thing. Even when you were at work, you swore you could still feel their presence. A part of you wondered if you had just made this person up, just to make you feel less alone. By the other part of you wondered if you were in danger. If this was real, you had a stalker on your hands, and you had no idea who it could be.

It could be a coworker, an old employer, or even just a passing customer. Their identity was completely unknown, and you spent hours pondering who they could possibly be and what they looked like. But they were good at hiding themselves, and you hadn’t even seen a shadow.

Weeks passed and you began to tell yourself that it was all in your head, but then knocking came. It was almost like it was to reassure you that they were there, that they hadn’t left, and that they were anything but imaginary.

The first time it happened you nearly jumped out of your chair, but as time passed and the little knocks and taps continued, they became almost comforting. You weren’t supposed to feel at peace when you had a stalker, but it’d been so long and they hadn’t hurt you yet, so who’s to say they ever would? They might just be an observer, like you.

But soon enough just observing wasn’t good enough for them. It had been over a month, and now Jack wanted a little more than just standing to the side and watching your life as if it were a movie. He wanted to be around you, to hold you, to be the one to take you away from your loneliness. He knew how little you went out besides when you had to work, and he knew how much you wanted someone to talk to and spend time with. He’d seen you watch groups of friends with envy, wondering what it was like to be so close to someone. He’d seen you lie on your back staring up at the ceiling, feeling so empty that you couldn’t even cry. Jack had seen you stare out the window where he stood only a moment ago with eyes full of desperation, silently begging him to reveal himself.

He knew you, and he wanted to take you away from everything you disliked about the world.

So the next time you looked out the window with a sad sigh, he decided to try something he’d never even thought to do before. Jack slowly stepped out of the shadows and in front of your window, finally allowing you to see the dark figure who had been watching you nearly every hour of every day.

Your eyes widened in pure shock and you froze, just studying the man who had presented himself to you.

He was tall, several inches above six feet. His physique was impressive, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Though he was at a distance, you could tell how much he towered over you. He stood still, holding eye contact with you and staring you down with an intense gaze. Anyone could see that this man wasn’t someone to be messed with, and it was already clear to you that you weren’t getting out of this one.

But even if you could, would you want to?

Then suddenly he was no longer still, and his noticeably large hands reached for the window. The window was locked, but you guessed he already knew this. This was was a stranger who had been stalking you for a little over a month. You had never seen him before, and you knew damn well that if he got into your home he could overpower you with ease. Yet as your heart beat faster, pounding loudly in your chest, you hesitantly stepped towards the window.

A small sliding lock was the only thing keeping the man out, though you could guess he had other ways of getting in if he needed to. After all, the windows weren’t bullet-proof.

You gulped down a lump of nervousness and placed your shaking hand over the lock. The man, Jack, watched with interest as you slowly unlocked it, giving him access to your home, and to you.

Why were you doing this? Why were you letting him in? You were unlike any human he’d ever encountered before, and that only made his desire to keep you for himself grow.

Not doing anything more than unlocking it, you backed away from the window as the man pushed it open and climbed inside. Once he stood at his full height you looked up at him in awe. Covering his face was a navy blue mask that dripped black from the eyes. It sent a chill down your spine and froze you in place. Now that he was closer it was only more obvious just how strong he was. He was so much taller than you and obviously very strong. He was the definition of intimidating, and if you weren’t frozen in place you would have crumbled to the ground.

The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours, but then he took a step forward and your eyes widened.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice came out less comforting than you would have liked. It was deep and incredibly raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken in weeks.

You nodded slowly, his words not really making you feel any safer. “W-Who are you?” You asked in a tone only a bit above a whisper. It was clear that you were afraid, yet you made no attempt to leave.

“I’m Jack.” He answered simply, not offering any more information that could help you understand what exactly was going on. You had just let your stalker into your home, and now you were having a semi-calm conversation with him.

Jack soon took another step towards you, and now only about a foot was between you.

“I’m going to take you with me. Either cooperate, or I’ll knock you out. Understand?” He stated lowly, staring down at you with complete seriousness. You were about to be kidnapped, but instead of fear you felt almost… relieved. Someone wanted you. Someone wanted you so badly that they were going to simply take you. It sounded so wrong, so terrifying, yet all you could think about was how you would no longer be alone.

And so you nodded, letting him silently lead you out of your house and into the tree line from which you would never emerge from again.

#creepypasta #ej x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta eyeless jack #eyeless jack #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hc #creepypasta hcs

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hard--mode · 4 years ago

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Here's the notes for everything that would happen up until the end of the story.... as far as I had it figured out. You'll notice things are a lot less fleshed out the later things go. That's a big reason why this never got finished. the longer I tried to keep the thing running, the more I realized I never had any idea what I wanted to actually DO with this story which made it pretty hard for me to keep up. it's hard to write a story you're trying to take seriously if all you really have are jokes, it turns out.

I haven't reread any of this or edited it at all so who knows what kind of notes I might have written in between things haha

P: so as i was saying about undyne-

C: who’s undyne?

Everyone freezes. Chara just walked right up to papyrus without being noticed. Paps freaks out for a sec before he pulls sans into a huddle. Chara frowns and tries to peek around.

~Montage of papyrus’s excitement and harder puzzles, death montage

~Junior jumble: its sudoku now

Chara’s doing puzzles and sees flowey spying. They shout him over

C: HEY! still following me, loser? Don’t you have anything better to do? (but they smile)

F: somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get killed too much out here

Flowey pops up closer to them

C: nah, I’m fine! I’ve got that reset power!

F: not for long considering how much you use it (mumbles. Rolls eyes??) (some depiction of chara dying a lot in the bg)

C: by the way…. In the ruins you were telling me to use it… care to tell me more about it since you seem to know so much?

F: I-... uh… well you already know the most of it. It just resets you back to your last SAVE point like nothing happened. Only beings with a powerful SOUL can use it, so monsters with their weak souls can’t.

Chara stops their puzzle work and sits to even the heights: Can flowers?

F: what the heck are you-... oh, no no no. I’m different.

C: so you have the power too.

F: No! I mean-, i used to before you came around. Yeah.

C: so you’ve done resets. (urging him on)

F: yep.

Chara waits a while: ...thats all you have to say?

F: yep

Travel scenes from here on out depict chara and flowey together

Gauntlet:

Flowey remarks that he doesn't remember a save point being before it. Chara goes along and gets paps’ bit. He does to activate it

C: wait this isn't for real right? U can't be srs!!!

P: yeah I am, this is hard mode!

Just show chara repeatedly spawning at the save and running back in with flowey watching them

Then cut to the end chara on the other side of it panting and exhausted, papyrus shocked but also beaming

P: wow you did it!! I'm so proud of u human! I didn’t think you would actually be able to get through it--- I mean- drat! Foiled again! I'll get u one of these times!

Papyrus runs off and Chara watches him with a look of wonder in their eyes.

F: don’t get too excited. his pride is cheap, he’s proud of everyone and every thing

Chara grumbles and marches forward: whatever. I don’t hear you saying you’re proud of me, so why do I have to listen to what you have to say

F: You know, you’re gonna have to fight him soon. Didn’t sans say so? What are you going to do then, die over and over until you give up or are you going to try to murder him just like you did with Toriel? :)

C: I am not! I’m gonna talk him out of it and go right past him like everyone else. Who knows! Maybe he won’t even fight me because he’s that cool. Even if he does, he’s probably a wimp anyways.

F: I wouldn’t be so sure! I bet you don’t stand a chance.

C: shut up! Quit following me if you’re gonna be this useless.

Paps fight

As papyrus carries their body to the shed to rest. Opens on their vision returning and they see their hands hanging toward the ground.

C: why didn’t you kill me? You’re stronger than everyone else, you could easily do it. Why dont you finish me off so everyone can leave or whatever it is you need me to do? Why did you hold back?

P: OH! YOU’RE AWAKE!

C: you held back…

P: OF COURSE i DID! I COULD NEVER KILL YOU, YOU’RE MY-- I HOPE I’M NOT BEING TOO FORWARD, BUT I LIKE TO THINK OF YOU AS MY FRIEND! AND EVEN THOUGH WE DO NEED YOUR SOUL, YOU DESERVE A FIGHTING CHANCE TO DO… WHATEVER IT IS YOU’RE TRYING TO DO.

Chara is too shocked and confused by the sentiment: I don’t… I don’t understand?

P: WHAT’S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT A FRIEND NOT KILLING YOU? HUMANS ARE SO STRANGE ...OH! I SEE NOW! THE REASON WHY YOU CARRY YOUR KNIFE LIKE THAT. IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE MORE AFRAID OF US MONSTERS THAN WE COULD EVER BE OF YOU!

He sets them down in the shed on the dog bed.

P: I’M SORRY, HUMAN! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU MORE WARNING IF I HAD KNOWN HOW YOU FELT.

C: then… does that mean you’re going to let me go?

P: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I ALREADY CALLED UNDYNE TO MEET ME SO SHE CAN TAKE YOU! AND YOU NEED TO REST NOW AFTER ALL THAT!

C: !! I-I don’t know who Undyne is, but I can’t do that. I’m in a hurry to get out of here.

P: HMM… IF YOU’RE IN A HURRY THEN… NO, NO YOU CAN’T! WE NEED YOUR SOUL, I CAN’T JUST LET YOU LEAVE. UNDYNE’S REALLY COOL TOO, YOU’LL LIKE HER!

C: No, I have to go.

P: AGH, WELL… I SUPPOSE IF YOU CAN GET PAST ME BEFORE I CAN CATCH YOU, THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO. BUT I WON’T GO EASY ON YOU!

Cut to chara walking toward waterfall, papyrus calling after them to come back and hang out sometime. They keep walking and mutter to themself: Sorry, but I’ll get out of here before that ever happens.

WATERFALL

They see monster kid and side eye sans as they charge in, hurriedly.

Chara keeps flowey around and asks him to read the words for him. FLowey says it’s not important at all to anything they’re doing. It’s just monster history junk that means nothing if chara’s trying to leave. Chara’s like shut up cmon help me out maybe there's clues. FLowey reads some history stuff in waterfall treating it like shit they already know

F: why do you care about all this garbage anyway?

C: I dunno, I guess it just sounds familiar. Like a story I heard a long time ago.

Chara stops suddenly and checks their phone. Flowey asks what’s up

C: i thought it rang… you didn’t hear-

The phone starts ringing. Papyrus is cheerfully on the other end and they walk and talk.

He tells them about how he heard so many horrible things about humans and the surface but chara was much nicer than he ever expected. Chara asks where he heard that and he says a flower told him. Chara covers the receiver and looks around for flowey, suspicions of him raised.

Montage w monster kid and umbrella

Chara falls from undyne’s spear attack and wakes up in the trash with flowey over them.

F: hey, wake up. I can tell you’re not dead so hurry up and get moving.

Chara’s kind of bummed: she killed me four times back there. And it wasn’t even a fight. I couldn’t talk her down or… i couldn’t even talk to her, I could barely see her.

F: what, are you giving up or something? You know she can kill you as much as she wants and you aren’t gonna die.

C: I know that! I know this is just like a game where you can keep on going but… it hurts. And it’s exhausting.

F: what will you do then? Sit here in this trash and do nothing?

C: *sigh* no. I’m just feeling down in the dumps.

They smile and get up.

As they’re walking out, they hear a click and someone to tell them to “hold it”

Mad dummys behind them and she just has a gun. Pointed directly at chara. She starts on her thing about the cousin and then blook saves the day.

Chara meets up with blook again. They go to where the snail races used to be. It’s all busted and unused

C: what’s this supposed to be…?

B: oh…. this used to be a snail farm…. And this was a race course…. For snails…. But a long time ago people started to call the races “insensitive” so we had to close them…. Sorry you can’t have any fun racing snails…

C: why was it insensitive…?

B: ...i’d… rather not talk about it………..

Timeskip

C: hey flowey! What’s up with this place and snails?

F:...i wouldnt know.

montage

After waterfall where undyne says how many souls they have

C: flowey… if they have 6 human souls, that means 6 others fell down and died here, so…

F: what?

C: i just- i mean you were the first one i met-

F: no, no, no, ive never killed anyone. You’re the only human i’ve seen since i woke up

Chara relaxes: ok. So you dont know anything about them.

F: no. i heard some things from toriel, not much. It’s too late to try asking her, but she’s seen all of them. She was there at the beginning even.

C: the beginning?

F: you know…. When humans started falling down here and monsters started killing them.

Chara goes silent in thought: wait… how… long has this been going on? How old is toriel?

F: dunno

Chara after having a rough time: it’s hard, but no matter what happens i can just keep trying. I’ll make it out of this! You believe in me right, flowey?

F: no i think you should give up.

Page/chapter ends there. Next is chara going up to fight undyne.

Open on a riff on the “long ago” cutscene that chara cuts off by saying they already know this story

Undyne screams SHUT UP!!! I’m doing my HEROIC MONOLOGUE!! Whatever, I bet you haven’t heard the part about the King and Queen’s human child who died of illness and their other son who was killed by the humans when he tried to return their body to the surface?!

C: No I think I heard that one too? Why are you telling me all this anyways??

U: because this is an UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE!! NYAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!

Chara’s getting their ass beat and on low hp: I’ll die in a hit or two. But that’s fine because I’ll just start this over. I’ll start from… where was the last save point…

A vision of them with flowey. Their eyes go red and the flashback cuts in between shots of them running from undyne

F: I think you should give up

Ch: what… give up?? I thought you were on my side with all the telling me to keep going and-and the hanging out with me?!

F: as if you had any other choice but to keep going! We both know you don’t.

C: so you’ve just been following this whole time waiting for me to give up and die, huh?! Why, are you trying to steal my soul just like everybody else?!?

F: it doesn’t matter how hard you try, you’re going to die! And die and die and die! You can reset as much as you want, it won’t change that! So what if I am waiting for you to give up? You’re the last thing keeping monsters trapped down here. If you give up, you’ll give everyone what they want!

C: I thought you wanted to help me?! I thought you were my friend!

F: I would never be friends with a human! You’re all nothing but killing machines!

C: I haven’t killed anyone!

F: You killed Toriel! No number of resets can change what you did! You’re a horrible, disgusting human just like all the others and everyone would be happier if you were dead!

Flowey could say something about dying down here is better than their inevitable death on the surface. Their death would at least be worth something. Mean something

Chara escapes the fight, undyne collapses, and they walk away. they tell themselves they won’t give up. They don’t need help, especially not from that dumb flower. They’ll live to spite him and everyone else who tries to kill them

Chara goes in and meets alphys and overall is p meh abt it bc bad mood. Alphys helping them through the underground makes them talk to themselves about how they dont need flowey, they can do this themself. Friends are no good.

hotland is as normal. probably figure out some indication of things not right. make the game seem broken bc they arent supposed to get so far like this

Chara meets with sans at mtt resort for food reluctantly. Lets him say his piece. After he’s done threatening to kill them chara says to his face that they really don’t like him.

Need some hubbub about them having to kill asgore to get out. Theyll be like yeah I know that (somehow)... oh but I need a plan… how will i come up with a plan..

Flowey finally appears to chara again just before they get to new home and tries to talk them out of leaving. Disparaging the surface and telling them they could live happily down here. Chara says no, it’s too hard because people are constantly hunting them down and being the last soul, no ones going to stop that. He says that he’s sorry for the way he was before

Chara smiles back, and then looks away: What you said before… about.. My inevitable death on the surface…

F: that was… don’t worry about that.

C: are you afraid of it?

F: well- yeah, it’s a dangerous place. Everyone knows that.

C: I’ve died a lot more times down here than I ever did up there.

A beat

C: you go back and forth a lot between talking about how I should stay down here because it’s better… but also if I die down here… everyone gets to go free… to the horrible, awful surface.

F: uh,, did I say all that…? I may have contradicted myself a little… I guess… in the end I just wanted an excuse for you to stay around. I really don’t want you to die.

C: so you did see me as a friend after all?

F: well…you reminded me of someone who was my friend. I wish we could have been friends.

C: Do you think… If I reset back to the beginning and did this again, if I said the right things… we could have been?

F: No… You could be as nice to me or as mean to me as you want. No matter how many times you reset, some things never change.

C: ...Did you ever… have to reset because you killed someone?

F: ……….once… and then I never reset ever again. The power to reset… makes you do bad things. It’s wrong. I had to stop because i knew… I’d make someone really upset if I kept messing around.

C: well, in that case… I guess I’ll just have to get the rest of the way out of here without any resets!

Flowey smiles: I dunno, keep one or two under your belt. You’re a pretty big klutz.

C: Thanks for helping me out of here, flowey. Even if you just did it because you were begged.

Can you imagine a more paranoid flowey who is less interested in attacking you and regaining the reset ability, but is pleased af that you have the reset ability because that means you can't die, and instead he spends the entire game trying to convince you that humanity is hopeless. That there is nothing on the surface world returning to. That it's safer, down here.

he's part of the reason why things are so much harder

he's the one that starts the rumors about the dangers of teh surface world

there's a definite sense of paranoia all across the board

When they approach new home, flowey appears one last time and grabs chara by the hand, telling them not to go. They can live in the underground, they’ve made a lot of friends here. Chara says that they have to go, they’ll find a way to get out without killing asgore. Flowey says that he tried to stop them, this is as far as he’ll go. This is goodbye. They bid their farewells and chara goes along, but flowey secretly follows them, much less detectable than ever before. It’s revealed when he’s hiding with the flowers.

Chara walks up to new home, regarding it as a vaguely familiar sight. They walk down the many halls knowing exactly where to go. The monsters speak as they go through the motions. They find a cookbook in the kitchen with a page for snail pie missing. Chara mumbles about already knowing the story and that they should all shut up. They walk more quickly to stay ahead of them. Then one mentions the snail pie and chara stops dead in their tracks. No that’s not how it happened- they stop, and take back off.

They are stopped by sans in the judgement hall, glaring at him.

S: well I had a whole speech to give ya, but you look like you’re in a hurry. You’re a weird kid, but you’re fine. The king’s up ahead.

OTHER alternative: chara realizes something’s wrong and runs back to get everyone, probably threatening to kill asgore to convince them to come quickly. Sans is avoided due to the mob approaching behind them “I heard the word that you’re on your way to kill the king.” c: are you here to stop me? “Nah. But you’d better have a good plan to back yourself up, kid. King’s up ahead”

They run up to asgore, no nonsense. Some time is taken to progress things. As they leave the throne room, flowey watches from the flowers, chara looks back to confirm he’s there.

Asgore draws up the souls, the fight is about to engage, before he can smash “MERCY” chara yells: ASRIEL. Get the souls.

Everything stops. Flowey is behind them, stunned and confused. Chara turns and asks him what he’s waiting for. Hurry up and take the souls before everyone else gets here. Nearly every last monster is coming, if he can become godlike and absorb them, it will be enough strength to break the barrier.

Flowey is confused, how do they know that? Chara tells him he did it before. Doesn’t he remember? Doesn’t he remember them?

Either flowey does it and something happens, or flowey waits too long and chaos erupts which gets them killed, and then chara and flowey have to meet up and workshop.

Final fight:

He probably says some shit about frisk and how he cant lose frisk again, chara must insist that theyre not frisk. When they say their name is chara, he hesitates for only a moment. Finally, when chara’s pinned and about to seriously die…

C: you remember it now too, don’t you? It took me a while, I couldn’t remember a thing until i started hearing your name around. You’re an all powerful god now, you should be able to remember it all better than me

A: shut up.

C: would frisk want us to fight like this?! Would frisk want you to kill your own sibling?!

A: c-.... You’re… you’re really chara?

He lets them go

They reach the conclusion that frisk messed with everything and put them here with no memories so they could do something frisk could never do. Frisk thinks they deserve to live, no matter how much the two may disagree. They have to play along. Asriel is a god and can use his powers to break the barrier and bring EVERYONE back to life so they can live together happily.

go to final fight and everyones already there, things are very confused, flowey takes the souls and things glitch out (screen phases between bosses) and chara realizes this isnt how things are supposed to be, tells asriel theyre sorry for their baggage but he doesnt understand bc he isnt theirs, and then they gotta find frisk somehow

OR... they realize things in the speech and don't go to fight asgore bc theyre finding flowey... they feign fighting asgore and then suddenly tell flowey to take the souls("Asriel! get the souls!" and thats the first time they call him by name)...? i like that a bit better. they start going on about crazy shit that makes roided out flowey kind of lose it at them which leads to them apologizing to their own asriel but then realizing they need to find frisk

but HOW do they find frisk

The end shows chara asriel and frisk hugging eachother, all alive and well. Then the two are “processing…” and remember that oh, theyve done some dark messed up stuff.

#unsure what to tag this as lol #sorry if the readmore doesnt work for any reason

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like,

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics

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3005 || part 11

3005 [part 11] || "Perks of dating a Slytherin"

[no matter what you say and what you do // when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you]

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“Jeez, it’s insane in here -- we’re packed like sardines!” Y/n trails into the Three Broomsticks after Jimin and Tae, barely managing to catch the Ravenclaw’s complaint over the noise of the crowd. She’s barely made it in the door of the pub, but she can already see that she might be stuck there a while. It’s full to capacity, a sea of colored scarves and matching hats -- early November has brought nothing but cloudy mornings and chilly nights, the lower levels of Hogwarts particularly affected by the evening drafts. She’s lucky that Hufflepuff is kept at a consistent level of cozy warmth, but she can tell Slytherins must deal with constant cold by the way that Hoseok and Yoongi, who hover in the doorway behind her, have only draped their deep green scarves over thin long-sleeve shirts.

From the front, Jimin complains, trying to no avail to push through the mass of students and find a free table or even call dibs on one that’s busy. And even from behind Tae, Y/n can see the Gryffindor is pouting, which is entirely endearing, but she doesn’t get the chance to point it out to him -- there’s a hand on her waist, gently guiding her to the side. Another hand wraps around her wrist, this one shockingly warm against her cold skin, and she turns to see Yoongi pulling her in silently toward him while Hoseok brushes past her on the other side. The smaller Slytherin pulls her in close enough that she has to cross her eyes to properly see him, but he’s not even looking at her. He’s gazing expectantly in Hoseok’s direction.

Following his eyes, she sees that something of a miracle is occurring -- the mass is parting for Hoseok, students bumping into each other as they rush to get out of his way. He says nothing, simply making his way through the crowd and beckoning them in after him. Tae stumbles after Jimin, and Y/n only follows when Yoongi quietly moves his hand to the small of her back and nudges her in their direction. Before she can get too far from him, she feels his lips press against the shell of her ear as he whispers to her.

“Perks of dating a Slytherin -- nice, huh?” Y/n’s heart jumps to her throat, and she lurches forward slightly, putting distance between them. She still hears as he snickers behind her, but she ignores it and follows after Tae.

As she goes, she sees that, ahead of her, Hoseok has reached a round booth, just big enough to fit the five of them. There’s a couple of Ravenclaws that get there at the same time he does, and when he turns to look at them, Y/n can see exactly why the crowd had parted for him. He’s got a look in his eye -- nothing compared to the look he’d given Remus in the forest all those weeks ago -- but it’s almost as if he knows he doesn’t need it. His face is blank and his eyes are empty, something entirely terrifying to someone unfamiliar with Hoseok. He looks like a true Slytherin, one that commands obedience with his mere presence.

One of the Ravenclaws takes one look at Hoseok and is immediately stepping back, pulling his companion along with him. Hoseok only nods gratefully to them, clearly showing that he hadn’t meant to be intimidating -- it’s just who he is. Then he turns and waves them forward, Jimin rushing in a bit fast and shooting his housemates an apologetic smile. He slips into the booth, Tae following close behind. They file in like that, Hoseok sliding in after Yoongi and letting his hand fall comfortably to his boyfriend’s thigh once he’s settled. Y/n sees the movement and notes in the back of her mind with surprise that Hoseok’s hand is much bigger than expected -- it covers almost all of Yoongi’s thigh.

“See something you like, Princess?” Hoseok leans in to whisper it, but, judging by the looks of disgust that cross Jimin and Tae’s faces, he hadn’t been quiet enough.

“And on that note, I’m gonna order us some food!” Jimin scoots out of the booth, making a beeline for the bar as Taehyung reaches dramatically after his best friend. He turns back, resigning himself to the strange dynamic of the trio before him. But Y/n only scoots in to cling to his arm, smiling up at him, and the Gryffindor relaxes.

“So, is there anywhere you guys need to go after lunch? Jimin and I want to stop at Honeydukes!” Hoseok nods along to Taehyung’s request, humming in consideration.

“I could really go for some jelly slugs…” Y/n and Tae stare at him in disbelief, unsure if he’s just messing with them. The idea that Jung Hoseok -- the guy that had just moved an entire crowd for them with no more than a look -- could enjoy something so… sugary… is beyond them. But apparently, it’s a topic of regular conversation in the 7th year Slytherin boys’ dorm.

“I told you, that shit’s bad for your teeth--”

“Says the one who sits in class chewing on sugar quills instead of using a real quill to take notes.” Hoseok cuts Yoongi off with finality, challenging him to continue, but the shorter boy only grimaces and mumbles under his breath about Jimin taking too long. Y/n and Taehyung look to each other for answers, only finding more confusion.

When Jimin does finally return -- somehow managing to balance 5 plates of food in his arms -- the group settles in to eat, chatting about various things until they finish their food. It’s nice, Y/n decides, to hang out with friends she doesn’t always find herself with. Although she’d become rather close with Jimin and Taehyung recently, she’d spent every Hogsmeade weekend with Jin and Namjoon until now, so this is all still relatively new to her.

It’s especially new to hang out so closely with Yoongi and Hoseok -- she admits that she’d definitely gotten comfortable with them since the day that Yoongi had claimed her bed as his own while she’d had a strangely deep heart to heart with Hoseok, but she still feels slightly tense around them. Their constant flirting has been more than disarming, but it flusters her most when they’re right in front of her. At least when they’re texting, she can hide in the comfort of her room, but here… she has nowhere to run if they decide to start teasing her.

As if to drag her out of her thoughts by proving her right, the warmth of a palm sliding across the expanse of her thigh startles her back to reality. She glances down quickly, taking in the fact that there is actually a hand on her leg, before following the arm up to its owner. Hoseok only eyes her with confusion, having reached across Yoongi to get her attention.

Turning quickly to Taehyung, she looks up at him with confused panic, as if to confirm that she’s not hallucinating. The Gryffindor’s already staring down at her leg, having seen the movement out of the corner of his eye. He meets her gaze with wide eyes before turning away, as if to tell her it’s none of his business what she gets up to with Hoseok in the middle of this pub. When she tries to lean in further for his attention, Tae only turns his whole body away from her, sipping at his drink and denying her silent plea for assistance with feigned ignorance.

He catches Jimin’s eye in doing so, and the Ravenclaw glances over quickly, his gaze catching on Hoseok’s ringed fingers resting on the inside seam of Y/n’s jeans. Immediately, Jimin’s choking on his food, turning away with reddening ears as he puts his napkin up to his mouth. Hoseok looks around, eyes wide with confusion at the reactions he’s getting. Yoongi only closes his eyes and nods, fully having expected this chain of commotion in the booth.

Y/n looks down at the hand in her lap once more, hating that the only thing coming to mind is that now she can definitely confirm that Hoseok’s hand is as large as she’d noted previously. She stares down at it, scandalized, only coming back to reality when Hoseok squeezes her thigh, drawing her attention back to him. He’s smiling, but it’s filled with bemusement.

“Princess, I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes -- where was your head?”

It was thinking about yo--

Y/n blinks, shaking her head both to answer Hoseok and to rid herself of the intrusive thought she’d just had. She looks to Yoongi quickly, terrified that he might somehow be sitting close enough to have heard the unexpected words that had crossed her mind. He’s examining her carefully out of the corner of his eye, but his face is void of emotion except for the hint of amusement in his gaze. When she makes eye contact with him, he leans in, holding her gaze and whispering to her in a low voice.

“He’s only trying to give you your potion for today -- are your thoughts wandering somewhere they shouldn’t be, babe?” Y/n leans away the closer Yoongi gets, deciding they’re both much too close for comfort. Pulling her leg gently from Hoseok’s grasp, she scoots in the booth until she’s flush with Taehyung, who continues to sip at his drink with vigor, as if he hadn’t just heard the entire exchange. She’s about to force the Gryffindor to acknowledge her existence and help her, but there’s another hand falling to her lap, this one different but warm all the same.

It’s Yoongi’s, and while he has his palm turned up toward her -- a vial filled with familiar contents sitting innocently there -- the contact is enough to have Taehyung elbowing Jimin urgently, decidedly finished with his lunch. The Ravenclaw scoots toward the edge of the booth, taking one last gulp of his butterbeer before gesturing vaguely at his coat pocket, where his phone sits untouched.

“Text from Namjoon -- bookstore -- gotta meet hi-- bye!” Wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s wrist, he pulls the boy with him out of the booth, and with that, the two of them disappear into the crowd and out the door. Y/n stares after them, panic seeping into every fiber of her being as she turns slowly to face the two Slytherins she’s been left alone with. Hoseok’s also staring at the spot their friends had disappeared into, but Yoongi only presses his hand further into Y/n’s lap, urging her to take the vial.

“Full moon’s tomorrow -- drink up, babe.”

“No, that has to be a fucking joke -- you’re lying to me--”

“I’m not lying! I hiked my ass up that fucking tree and sat there throwing sticks at this girl so she would stop hurting herself until 5 o’clock in the morning!” Y/n groans and hides behind her hands, laughing out of sheer humiliation while Hoseok retells the story of the night they’d met -- the night she’d almost killed him. Yoongi leans his head back against the booth and breathes out a laugh, unable to believe what he’s just heard. He turns to Y/n, reaching out and tugging on her wrists until her eyes appear from behind her hands.

“Thank you very much for not ripping my boyfriend to shreds before I could confess. I would have been pissed.” She pulls her wrist from Yoongi’s grasp, pushing at his shoulder with another groan. She notices out of the corner of her eye that Hoseok’s gesturing silently toward the bar, holding up three fingers before pointing at their table -- their third set of refills in the last two hours. The glint of the metal bands on his fingers catches her attention, and she swallows hard as she returns her gaze to Yoongi’s face. The look he’s giving her tells her he’s caught her staring, but he only smiles when she clears her throat and attempts to move on.

“I just think it’s ridiculous that -- for someone who claims to be obsessed with magizoology and all things magical creatures -- Hoseok didn’t think ahead before wandering out to the Forbidden Forest on a full moon night.” Hoseok cracks a smile, rolling his eyes good-naturedly at her jab before focusing in on the waiter that’s sliding three fresh butterbeers onto their table. He slips the man a tip with a quick thanks, man, before pushing two of the drinks over to Y/n and Yoongi. There’s something so effortlessly smooth about the way Hoseok had handled the entire interaction -- as mundane and simple as it’d been -- that sets Y/n’s nerves on fire, and she accepts the drink shyly. Her mind flashes back to the one time she’d been here with her brother and his friends, the way Remus had stumbled over his words and almost spilled his drink on the table. It isn’t as cute to her now as it was back then--

Wait, what the hell?

“Princess?” She looks up from her drink and finds both Hoseok and Yoongi staring at her, heads tilted in matching confusion. Hoseok’s eyes flick down to her drink, and he gestures toward the bar with his thumb. “You’ve been drinking them cold this whole time, but I can get you something else if you don’t want it--”

“No! No… Thank you. This is good.” Hoseok stops short at her outburst, Yoongi’s eyebrows lifting past his fringe in surprise. Y/n only looks between them for a moment before lifting the drink to her lips awkwardly. When she sets it down again, she doesn’t notice the line of foam stretching across her top lip. The boys focus in on it, Yoongi taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he decidedly leans toward her after a moment. Resting two fingers under her chin, he swipes his thumb slowly over her mouth, sitting back and sticking that same thumb in his mouth to clean the sugar off his skin when he’s done. Hoseok watches the exchange with unwavering intensity, following the path of Yoongi’s hand all the way to the smaller boy’s mouth. Y/n doesn’t realize she’s done the same.

Seeing that he’s being stared at, Yoongi smiles awkwardly, leaning his elbows on the table as the tips of his ears turn pink. Looking to his boyfriend, he opens his mouth.

“So… it’s your fault you almost died?” Hoseok blinks, the moment gone. Y/n takes another sip of her drink, giving herself time to hide behind the large mug that covers much of her reddening face when she tilts it back. She swipes self-consciously at her mouth with her sleeve when she’s done, hoping they wouldn’t have to repeat the intimate display from before. She thinks that, if not for the fact that she’s found herself sensitized to the sound of Hoseok’s voice, she would have missed his response.

“Alright, I feel like I have to defend myself here -- I mean, I was 13 and way too excited about finding that pack of sentient wolves I’d read about. You really can’t blame me for not expecting there to be students of Y/n’s… special nature.” Hoseok glances around the pub inconspicuously, and Y/n finds herself covered in goosebumps when he lowers his voice at the end.

What the hell is happening to me?

Y/n blinks quickly, willing her frazzled state to just disappear, and focuses on what he’d said previously instead. She meets his eyes, sighing slightly when she sees that he’s already peering at her, thoroughly entertained by whatever it is that he’s finding on her face.

“So--” Hoseok straightens, discarding whatever he’d been thinking about to pay attention. “--are you just a total magizoology nerd then? Is that what you wanna do after graduation?” As if he hadn’t been expecting her genuine interest in his life, Hoseok bows his head slightly at her question, visibly shy. Beside him, Yoongi smiles fondly, and Y/n’s reminded of that day in the forest, when their roles had been switched.

“Oh… Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m interested in…” Hoseok trails off, but Y/n watches Yoongi nudge him almost teasingly, urging him to continue what he hadn’t wanted to say before. “I-uh-- I’ve been looking at internships at St. Mungo’s, but I really don’t think I’m gonna get--”

“He’s going to get in. They’d be crazy not to take him.” Yoongi interrupts him, practically beaming with pride. “How could they not? He’s got real passion for it, it’s obvious. I’m kinda jealous -- I wish I could do something cool like that.” Hoseok takes a sip of his drink, clearly doing what Y/n had done earlier to hide from them, but she lets it slide with a teasing glance when he meets her eyes over the rim of the glass. Turning to Yoongi, she hums, noting that he doesn’t seem fazed at all with admitting something about his future.

“You can’t do something cool like that?” She doesn’t mean to pry, but even after she realizes that the question could be sensitive, Yoongi only breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. She’s relieved he hadn’t taken any kind of offense.

“Nah -- my parents are what you’d call… elitist freaks. They’ve got a serious hard-on for that psychopath running around with his cult, so… I’m honestly lucky if I make it out of this war with all my morals intact.” She is deeply unprepared for Yoongi’s response, the sudden heartbreak she’s experiencing only worsened by the fact that he says it with a straight face, as if he’d long resigned himself to the truth of his words. When he sees the look on her face, Yoongi’s expression softens, and he tilts his head to look at her, his eyes twinkling with endearment.

“Don’t pout at me like that, babe -- you're making me want to kiss it better.” If Y/n hadn’t been expecting that comment, Hoseok really hadn’t been expecting it. He chokes on his butterbeer immediately, waving at Y/n frantically when she tries to help. Slamming his drink down on the table, Hoseok grabs Yoongi, pulling the smaller boy to him, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder while he finishes his coughing fit. Yoongi only pats his back, making a face of playful disgust at being used as a napkin.

“Well, now that Hoseok’s thoroughly embarrassed himself and his Slytherin reputation in front of, like, a million people, I think it’s time we go get him his jelly slugs.” Yoongi nudges his boyfriend out of the booth, gesturing with a nod of his head for Y/n to follow as he sets some money on the table and slides out of the booth.

In contrast to the way Hoseok had entered the Three Broomsticks, he leaves with his head bowed, ears red as he slouches his way to the door. Yoongi chuckles from behind Y/n, shaking his head as he guides her through the crowd with his hand on her waist.

“Look at him go -- my tall, embarrassed boyfriend. How cute. Gotta get him his jelly slugs.” He says all this like he’s talking to himself -- not quite in full sentences, each word full of a kind of exasperated adoration that Y/n finds impossibly cute. Yoongi’s shaking his head like he’s disappointed by Hoseok’s rare awkwardness, but he’s smiling like he’s in love. Y/n feels both giddy by the display of affection and strange that she’s granted this kind of access to their relationship. She feels torn, quite frankly. Like she shouldn’t be allowed to see this side of them.

By the time they finally reach Honeydukes, Hoseok has regained his confidence, going so far as to walk backwards while he talks to them. It’s ridiculous, really, the way he changes before her eyes -- the slouching boy from before transforms into the arrogant Hoseok she knows well, the one who practically hangs off of her now, looking for any excuse to touch her. One hand pulls at her scarf, adjusting it, while the other grabs for her fingertips, asking with a smirk if she’d like him to warm her up before linking their fingers together playfully. Yoongi only follows along, smiling and feigning innocence when Y/n turns to him for help.

They’re so busy causing chaos amongst themselves that they don’t notice another group headed straight for the doors of Honeydukes -- when Y/n does finally see them, she’s startled simply because, in any other case on any other day, she would have noticed them from a mile away.

“Y/n, hi!” Remus smiles wide at her, waving excitedly when he catches her attention. Y/n stops short, shocked by his sudden appearance which, really, is not all that sudden. “I texted you to see if you wanted to meet up today, but I guess luck’s on our side, huh?” Making a noise of surprise, she reaches for her coat pocket, where her phone remains unchecked. She hadn’t even felt the vibrations of a notification, too distracted by Hoseok and Yoongi.

As she’s checking her phone -- and seeing that she does, in fact, have an unseen message from Remus -- she misses the way James’ gaze hones in on where her hand is still attached to Hoseok’s, but she certainly feels when Hoseok rips his hand from hers and stuffs it into the pocket of his jeans. Looking up in confusion, she finds that he’s not looking at her, only staring with determination at the display in the Honeydukes window. He looks conflicted, almost guilty, and when she turns to the Marauders, the expression of scandalized surprise on James and Sirius’ faces tells her why. If Remus had seen them holding hands, his face betrays nothing.

“I’m gonna just… go get my jelly slugs. I’ll see you inside.” Hoseok brushes past her, leaving her there with Remus as he heads into the sweets shop. Yoongi looks after his boyfriend, and Y/n sees him start to follow but stop in his tracks, choosing in the end to remain beside her. The decision throws her, but she’s learned that Yoongi doesn’t do anything without thinking it through first, so she lets it go. Turning to the boys, she smiles sweetly, addressing them with surprising ease, considering she’s in the company of her childhood crush.

“Did you guys just get here? I didn’t see you at the Three Broomsticks at all.” James shakes his head, pushing away the memory of her display of physical affection with Hoseok as he responds. Sirius, however, continues to squint suspiciously, looking between her and Yoongi as he hovers near Remus.

“Nah, we were just at Zonko’s for like two hours -- gotta stock up, you know.” He shakes a large plastic bag filled with tricks and pranks for effect, and Y/n steps forward to peer inside.

“Woah… I can only imagine how many detentions this’ll get you.” The boys all laugh at how well she knows them, but Sirius leans in with a conspiratorial grin.

“Say, Y/n -- I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever! Why’s that, hm?” Y/n meets his eyes, lost.

“What do you mean? We talk all the time--”

“Well, yeah, but with your brother glued to Jin now, our crew’s been feeling so… empty these days. The Telepathy Twins have abandoned us!” He drapes himself over Remus’ back and cries out dramatically as he finishes complaining, something that has Y/n rolling her eyes with a smile.

“I’ve been here, Sirius -- we can hang out whenever you want!” Sirius perks up, leaning in toward her face with a sly grin.

“How ‘bout now?” Y/n lifts a single eyebrow, leaning away from him with a look of disbelief.

“Now? But…” She’s about to say that she’s busy and can’t leave with them, even if Remus is right there offering to hang out. But her hesitation sets Yoongi on edge, and he steps in quickly, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and tugging her back toward him. When she’s close enough, he takes his arm and throws it around her waist, moving behind her as he pulls her flush against his chest. She’s suddenly trapped against him, something made more clear in the way Yoongi leans his chin on her shoulder. She can almost feel the smirk spread across his lips as he speaks, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear.

“Sorry boys, but Y/n’s really hard to get a hold of these days. Hoseok and I barely managed to reserve time with her today -- what kind of person would I be if I just let you steal her away from us?” Y/n’s not sure what to do with the show Yoongi’s putting on, and she knows by the way his arm is firm against her waist that he’s not letting her go anytime soon.

She watches lamely as Sirius hums contemplatively, having expected some sort of reaction from Yoongi but not quite this. Remus’ eyebrows lift in surprise as his gaze drops to the arm wrapped around her, but he doesn’t say anything. James is the first to respond, shaken from his shock at Yoongi’s bold move by the realization that this looks not unlike a literal standoff right in front of a crowded shop.

“Well, we’ll just have to schedule our own time later on, then, won’t w-- oh!” He reacts when the doorbell above the Honeydukes door rings out, revealing Hoseok as he exits, holding a bag of jelly slugs and sugar quills for Yoongi. There are a couple chocolate bars in his hand, something he knows helps Y/n after the full moon. He’s so busy sifting through his bag that it takes him a second to see the scene he’s just walked into.

When he does look up, he’s stopping short, eyes trained evenly on the compromising position his boyfriend’s in. Whatever thoughts are crossing his mind in that moment are unseen on his face, his eyes unblinking as they pass over Yoongi’s arm, Yoongi’s chin, Yoongi’s lips pressed against Y/n’s ear as she’s pressed against his chest. They all stand there for a moment, frozen, waiting for Hoseok to react.

And then he’s blinking, looking away as he moves toward Remus and holds out one of the chocolate bars in his hand. Remus takes it, uncertain of what’s happening in Hoseok’s head right now. The Slytherin explains with one line and a polite smile.

“You look tired.” He’s not wrong -- Remus’ eyes show his exhaustion, his face and shoulders more slouched than usual as his body fights against the force of the moon, almost full. He looks how Y/n feels inside, but the adrenaline from the day spent with Hoseok and Yoongi -- apparently not yet over -- had kept her from feeling the full effects of the near future. Now that Hoseok’s mentioning it, Y/n feels herself start to become drained of energy, something that she knows Yoongi notices when she shifts in his arms and he tightens his hold on her.

Remus takes the chocolate with a tired smile, thanking Hoseok under his breath. And then he’s leaning around the Slytherin to wave kindly -- albeit a bit awkwardly -- at Y/n and Yoongi, still entangled in each other’s limbs.

“Good luck tomorrow, Y/n -- let me know if you need me, okay?” It’s innocent, it truly is. And Y/n’s grateful for it, the way Remus has always looked out for her. But the way Hoseok glances over his shoulder at her, his eyes appearing almost resigned, leaves her unsettled. And when the tips of Yoongi’s fingers dig into her side, betraying his annoyance with the comment, Y/n can’t help the fluttering feeling that rushes into the pit of her stomach. A feeling strictly reserved for Remus -- until now.

She waves awkwardly as they go, painfully aware of the sudden wave of crisp air hitting her back when Yoongi finally steps away from her. He holds his hand out for Hoseok’s bag, offering to carry it. Hoseok hands him the sweets, passing Y/n her chocolate bar without a word. The three of them are quiet as they exchange items, none of them quite certain how to proceed from what had just happened. Y/n feels guilty, like she’s the reason Hoseok and Yoongi are silent with each other.

Then, Hoseok’s turning to her, decidedly ignoring the entire situation with an easy grin. But there, in his eyes, is a glint of mischief, something teasing and light but intense enough to tell her that he won’t be forgetting about this moment for a long time, and that ignites something in her that she’s never felt before -- not even with Remus. It sends her heartbeat straight to her ears, muffling everything around her as her stomach drops in a way that she can’t bring herself to describe negatively. She barely registers Hoseok’s hand on her elbow, calling for her attention as he directs a bright smile at her.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #jung hoseok #min yoongi #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #bts poly au

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galaticrow546 · 4 years ago

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Ok so i started to write this before chapter 9 even came out sooo yeh :'), idk i just wanted to write something about a "what If Blue and Ink finally got little Dream back but Dream is acting in a way they didnt expect" and yeh i tried-

Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat ( seriously go check them out the story is good and her art is neat af )

Ah yes, a new day, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, everything is peaceful, Blue sighs relieved and sips his coffee while sitting on the fluffy blue couch, reading a book about a hero perhaps? Blue noticed how little he was paying attention, but its fine right? He feels like today is going to be a good day-

*Thump*

Well, today WAS a good day, It seems that the tiny guardian just woke up, and unfortunately, Dream hasnt been in the best mood or behavior ever since they got him out of Night’s castle, he has no Idea why Dream is so angry at them, Neither Blue nor Ink know why, but Dream sure wasnt taking It well.

As the small angry child approached the couch, Blue quickly stood up and faced him:

-“Good morning dear, how are yo-“

-“No”

Blue paused and blinked, its not a new thing that Dream wasnt up for talking, but for one month straight? Blue wouldnt say It out loud, but he was getting sad at the situation:

-“....right” Blue said sadly

As the angry looking child stared at Blue, Ink got down the stairs in a white blue-striped pajamas:

-“Hey yall, good morni-“

Dream quickly hissed and got ready to jump at Ink, in which Ink hissed playfully in return, but this got the toddler even more angry, after a minute, the toddler started to hit ink’s legs with his tiny hands, but they hardly hurt Ink, as Ink playfully mocks Dream, he gets more motivated to hit Ink like there is no tommorrow, Blue silently watches them from afar, he wished the toddler didnt hit or hiss at Ink so much.

Blue silently left the living room and went to the kitchen to grab something for Ink to eat, today was his turn to patrol the multiverse while Blue stays and takes care of Dream, as he explored the kitchen, he quickly made a sandwich and took a banana, then placing It in the bag and wrapping it up nicely, as he finished, he quickly left the kitchen and went back into the living room:

-“Ink, take this bag with you in the patrol, remember to drink water and to take a little break If you want to- oh c’mon“

Blue glared at the scene in front of him, Ink was holding Dream wrapped in a blanket, the toddler was screaming and wriggling in the blanket furiously, Ink just giggled and sometimes told him to calm down, only to be answered with a death stare from the child in return.

Ink quickly stared at Blue with a grin:

-“Uh, oh? Were you saying something Blue?”

Blue quietly glared at Ink with a tired gaze and then pointed at the bag, the bag had a text written in It saying “for patrol”, Ink silently looked at It:

-“...what?...oh-“

Ink quickly left the angry toddler at the sofa as It squirmed himself free from the blanket, hurried towards Blue and took the bag, as he was heading towards the door, Blue quickly grabbed a fistfull of his clothes, as Ink looked back at him with a confused glare:

-“Your clothes, you are still in pajamas Ink“ Blue slightly grinned

Ink paused and glared at himself, and then a look of realization made its way on his face, he thanked Blue for reminding him and hurriedly ran back to his bedroom to change.

The toddler in the sofa eventually made his way out of the blanket and slowly walked towards Blue with the blanket in hands, eventually he silently gave It to Blue and then walked away to the kitchen.

Blue stood confused and with the blanket in hands, eventually folding It and heading to Dream’s bedroom, eventually placing It on his yellow fluffy bed, Blue looked at the bed for a while, its hard to not remember the times when Dream was with them and when he wasnt a angry child, he wished Dream could open up to them just like he did in the past.

He hasnt realized that Ink was staring at him from the bedroom door, silently waiting for Blue to turn around, but eventually, Ink went in and hugged Blue from the side of his body, Blue jumped a little and looked at Ink, he just stared back with a serious expression, eventually smiling at Blue, this made Blue giggle a little as they both made their way outside Dream’s bedroom.

As they were getting down the stairs, Dream silently stared at them with a bored face, Ink playfully greets him as Dream ignores the greeting, eventually, Ink and Blue made their ways to the front door, Ink hurriedly says goodbye to both of them as he left, Blue quickly screamed behind:

-“HAVE A GOOD DAY PATROLLING, AND BE CAREFUL”

Ink looked back and waved at Blue, and then, he was gone, Blue sighed as he returned back home, he was about to sit down before hearing a strange sound in the kitchen, he blinked and sighed yet again, heading to the kitchen

Blue arrived at the kitchen only to see Dream sitting in the counter drinking a cup of water while looking bored, he paused and stared at Blue, he then looked back at his water and kept drinking It:

-“Dream, get down from there please” Blue started

-“Hmmmmmm no” replied Dream while looking at his now empty cup

Blue stared at Dream with a serious expression, as he approached the tiny guardian, Dream was busy refilling his cup:

-“Dream im serious-“

-“Nah“

Blue paused in front of Dream, the guardian stared back with a bored but relaxed look as he sipped from his now refilled cup, but quickly screamed a little when Blue suddenly grabbed him and brought him to his eye level, Blue looked at him silently before he spoke up:

-“Get off the counter, you might fall and get hurt“

Dream stayed silently and looked nervously at Blue, only to gulp and slowly wrap his hands around Blue, as Blue brought him down gently

Dream nervously looked up at Blue with cup on hands, the other stared back with a sigh and a frown, Dream quickly drank his water and gave the empty wet cup to the skeleton in front of him, only to run away right after, Blue blinks silently, and then immediatly follows him after putting the cup on the counter

As Blue got in the living room, Dream was sitting on the sofa with a bored expression, that quickly changed to a angry stare once he spotted Blue:

-“...what?“

Dream stayed silent, but after a while, spoke up:

-“...why?“

-“Why what?“

-“Why did you guys take me away from my brother?”

-“Your brother is evi-“

Dream gasped in offense, eyes wide and with a expression of disgust:

-“MY brother is the sweetest and nicest person i know! Stop saying nonsense!“

Blue paused terrified at the sudden reply, did Night brainwash him somehow? If he did, how could he fix that now? He needed to act quick:

-“But the people he is with are also evi-“

-“Stop“

Blue stared at the angry child, he felt himself getting more determined to tell Dream the truth about his “family” as Dream likes to call them, but apparently, the kid didnt want to listen, as Blue opened his mouth to say something else, Dream interrupted:

-“Do you even know what you’re talking about? I dont want to talk with someone who associates himself with the mean Ink guy who hurt my brother and who also hurt Cross, dont think i forgot the day you both took me away“

Blue stood silent, the kid had a point, but he didnt think Dream would actually hold a grudge against Ink or him, coming to think about It, the grudge with Ink should be stronger now, after all, Cross was alone with Dream when they invaded Night’s castle, It was weird, but a opportunity to get their friend back, and Dream tried to protect Cross so much, but It was all in vain as Ink injured Cross severely, he will never forget the horrified look on Dream’s face when he saw Cross hurt and almost passing out, and the expression of anger that came right after was dreadful.

Ink grabbed Dream with no problem, but then constantly tried to keep Dream from squirming and hitting them, begging to be let go, Blue just followed right after, but It seems that their relationship became even more strained when Ink began taking almost everything he said as a joke, Dream didnt even talk with them that day, and hissed angrily whenever they tried to approach him, its weird to think that this happened a month ago.

Blue didnt notice how long he has been silent and lost in thought, by the time he noticed that, he also noticed that the child was still staring at him angrily, as If he was expecting a response, but It quickly turned into an annoyed expression as Dream spoke up annoyed:

-“Ugh, nevermind, I’ll just go to my room“

Blue tried to tell Dream to wait up, but the toddler could care less to hear him, as Dream’s bedroom door closed up with a loud thud.

Blue looked up to the closed door sadly, but he knew that Dream needed some time, everytime those fights happened, It would always end with Dream getting in his room angrily, Blue cant help but feel bad whenever he heard sniffles coming from inside the room when he walked in front of It.

Blue heads to the kitchen to perhaps make something to eat for himself, that will distract him right? right.

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He forgot how long Dream usually stayed there, sometimes It would last hours upon hours, but sometimes only minutes, but no matter how long It lasted, It still hurts Blue to the core, he hated seeing Dream all sad, he could manage to deal with na angry Dream, but with a sad Dream who is not willing to talk? He just couldnt.

Blue was sitting on the sofa yet again while he was thinking about It, as he looked outside the nearby window, It was already sunset, he decided to at least see how Dream was doing since the sniffling and the muffled cries have stopped, as he got up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom door, he paused and looked at the door sadly, carefully paying attention to the sounds, but nothing was heard from inside, with a worried feeling, Blue slowly turned the handle to the side, opening the door carefully and taking a peep inside, only to see Dream silently looking at a piece of paper with tears on his eyes, he seemed so tired, yet so sad, Blue felt a heartbreak start to become clearer on his soul, he slowly and careful got in, carefully approaching the sad child, hoping that he could at least comfort It, but as he approached further, Dream quickly looked scared at his direction while hiding the paper from Blue’s view:

-“...its ok, you dont have to show It to me“

Dream stayed silent, tears still on his eyes, he began to curl up protectively and shake, Blue looked nervously and stopped approaching, just looking at the child with an sad look, they both stayed in silence staring at each other until Blue asked softly:

-“Are you ok with me approaching you a little?“

Dream stared silently, some minutes have passed before he nodded slowly, Blue began slowly approaching the crying child, being careful to not make any moves that might scare Dream further, Dream began to slowly uncurl himself up and looked up at Blue, with his arms protecting the paper, Blue stopped and began assuring the kid:

-“Its ok, I wont take It or destroy It in any way, you can stay with It“

The tiny child seemed relieved but doubtful when Blue assured that, Blue began to once again approach the small child, then bending to his level once he got close enough, Blue stared at Dream with a soft look, Dream stared back with a blank stare, heavy breaths could be heard from the tiny kid, Blue carefully approached his hand towards Dream, the little one staring at It with a worried look, but then, as Blue’s hand touched his skull gently, Dream stopped breathing for a moment, confused as to why Blue was doing this and why was his gloves so soft, Dream didnt move at all for a moment, but then slowly rubbed his head on Blue’s hand, Blue moved along and asked the child If he was ok with It, Dream nodded gently as Blue took his hand away.

Dream blinked confused, but as Blue’s hands began drying his tears, he started speaking:

-“...I want to suggest something, but I will only do so If you are willing to hear me“

Dream stared at Blue, and then nodded curiously, Blue wont admit It, but he feels incredibly happy that Dream is starting to somewhat trust him:

-“A-alrighty, so, I suggest that we try to start listening to each other carefully-“

Dream opened his mouth with a little angry expression, but quickly backed down when Blue started to speak again:

-“It doesnt have to be a fight, It can be a calm conversation where we listen to each other and maybe even understand each other“

The little child softly stared at Blue, then looking to the side as If he was thinking about the suggestion, and then asked softly:

-“...will you be willing to listen to me?“

Blue smiled softly:

-“Of course Dream“

Dream sighed in relief, and gently approached Blue, his hand gently wrapping around the tiny guardian, Dream slowly analizes Blue, staring at his clothes and his face as Blue just let him, and before Blue knew It, he was shaking with joy, his little friend was now trusting him and looked somewhat calm, but for Blue, It was everything, Dream worriedly looked up at him when he noticed the sudden shaking and the overly happy look on the skeleton’s face:

-“Uhhhh, are you ok mister?“

-“Y-yeah“ Blue answered happily

Dream’s face approached further and started to analize the monster’s excited face, and It seemed to get even more excited the more Dream approached, but Blue couldnt handle It when a tiny hand started poking his face, Blue fell on his back and Dream squeaked in surprise, falling over to his back as well, but then getting up and rushing to Blue:

-“Um, uh, are you sure you’re ok?“

Blue stayed silent, little Dream approached further and poked his cheek various times, he was getting worried about the tall skeleton, but then noticed the big smile on Its face, Dream paused and looked at the smile, poking It at the process, Blue got spooked and looked up at the child poking him:

-“Huh? Uhhh...oh! Yeah im fine, dont worry Dreamy“

The child gave a small relieved sigh, and then smiled softly while lightly hitting Blue’s arm:

-“You scared me for a moment“

-“Heh, sorry“

Blue stared at Dream with a wide grin, as Dream suddenly turned around and laid down on his back above Blue like he was a matress, Blue squeaked with surprise and was about to ask what he was doing before noticing his eyes closed, Dream looked quite relaxed, and Blue didnt want to ruin that, so he watched as the child slowly fell asleep on his body, petting him gently as he did so, he doesnt know exactly what will happen from now on, but he is excited to see what the future holds.

#toddler Dream #swap sans #Ink sans #mentions of Cross #OSD #a what-if #writing #my writing #i cant believe OSD revived my urge to write

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negandarylsatisfaction · 4 years ago

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[SUMMARY: Negan becomes obsessed with his mistress.]

Smut

Negan and Malia

Negan lay beside you smoking his cigarette as you lay on his chest. The two of you had just finished having wild sex as you usually did. You loved when he came over but you always hated when he had to leave.

"When are you going to bring me to your house?"

"Malia. We've already had this conversation before." He took another hit of the cigarette before putting it out.

"I know but theres always some kind of excuse. We either come to my house or a hotel and we've been dating for six months." Negan sighed as he rubbed your back before you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Any other man would've-"

"Dont fucking tell me what any other man would do with you cause you're not with any other damn man. You're with me."

Negan turned very serious, he hated even the mention of you being with someone else.

"Let me start going." He stood up leaving you naked in bed under the covers. You sighed as he went to the bathroom before hearing his phone buzz. Usually you wouldnt allow yourself to look at it but things had been too weird. Looking back up at the bathroom door you reached for his phone and found it to be unlocked. There was a text message from a woman named Lucille.

"Meet me at the hospital for my appointment, I'll be there till 4. I love you." You whispered the text message to yourself feeling your heart sink. Scrolling back to old messages you realized they lived together, Negan had a girlfriend? Anger started to rise in you as you went further and further each message telling you more before realizing, Negan didnt have a girlfriend...he was married.

The sound of the toilet flushing made you quickly look up and place the phone back where it was. You knew he had been lying about something but you had no idea it was to this extent. Standing up from the bed you began to get dressed as he came out of the bathroom fully dressed himself.

"And where the hell are you going?" He asked as he looked at you strangely.

"Where are you going?" You asked with a raised brow.

"I told you. I had some errands to run." He looked you dead in the eye with lies.

"With Lucille?" You placed your hand on your hip, you could tell by his expression you caught him off guard. Without saying a word he looked back at his phone then back to you.

"Yeah, I saw your stupid messages. Your wife is waiting for you at the hospital." You emphasized on the word wife, he could see you were angry, you were fuming.

"Sweetheart," he smirked.

"Dont sweetheart me, you lying piece of shit. You're married, you're fucking married."

"Listen Malia, it's been complicated." Negan spoke back with a tone you didnt like.

"Complicated? You had me as a damn mistress-"

"You're not a mistress." He raised his voice cutting you off.

"I think you need to go."

"We'll talk about this when I get back."

"I dont want you coming back." You shot back with a straight face.

"Well that's too damn bad, I said we'll talk about it when I get back." Negan walked past you leaving you in shock. You couldnt believe this man had the nerve to act this way. All this time he had someone else, all this time hes lived with another woman, you felt more rage than anything.

That night you wanted nothing but to go out for a drink, to hell with Negan. You put on a tight black dress and got yourself ready to go out and have fun at the local bar in town. Negan had been blowing up your phone but you didnt care. The second you texted him telling him that you wanted this relationship to be over, he flipped. Sitting down at the bar you already had a handsome man approach you and offer you a drink. The two of you hit it off laughing together as you continued to feel your phone buzz. The man sitting with you went to use the restroom as you sat smiling to yourself feeling good. In your own world, you hadn't noticed Negan enter the bar. Angrily he searched the place for you before spotting you sitting by yourself in a corner.

"You wanna answer your fucking messages?" You gasped to find Negan beside you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I can say the same for you, sweetheart." He knew exactly where to find you as this was the same place the two of you had met.

"Negan, I told you we are done." Your response making him chuckle.

"I beg to differ, Malia." Just as you were about to respond the man you were flirting with all night sat beside you.

"Everything alright?" He asked making Negan give him a threatening glare.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Negan, stop it." You got nervous as the other man stood up defensively.

"I'm buying a drink for this fine woman, you got a problem?"

"This fine ass woman is my woman, so yeah I have a fucking problem. Let's go, Malia." Negan pulled out your chair and grabbed your arm.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You tried pulling your arm back but he wouldnt let go.

"Listen man she doesnt have to go with you if she doesnt want to."

"Hey asshole, I suggest you mind your fucking business." Negan practically pulled you off the chair and dragged you out the bar.

"Let go of me!" You screamed in the parking lot making him finally release you.

"Get in the fucking car, we're going home."

"I'm not going home, I dont wanna talk to you." You crossed your arms turning away from him.

"Sweetheart, I'm giving you one more chance. Get in the car."

"No." You responded flatly making him sigh before he suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Stop it! Put me down!" You kicked but he held onto you tightly and sat you in the passenger seat of his truck.

"I gave you a chance to come here on your own didnt I?"

"You're crazy!" You screamed as you adjusted yourself on the seat eventually giving up.

"Oh I know." Negan climbed into the driver's seat and started the car before driving off. Angrily you remained silent looking out the window as you pulled down your dress. Negan looked over at you and licked his lips before looking back at the road.

"You look sexy." You didnt say a word to him as you remained looking away from him.

"Come on, baby. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" You took a deep breath clearly annoyed by him just wanting to get home. Finally he drove into your drive way and quickly you got out as he followed.

"Woah woah woah, I dont get a goodnight kiss?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"I cant believe you. Negan just go home, me and you are over."

"No we are not." He answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Malia, I love you."

"Unbelievable.." you muttered to yourself as he stepped closer.

"You think I dont love you? I left my damn wife at home to come find you because you didnt want to answer my damn messages." He raised his voice staring down at you.

"Oh, how romantic of you." You responded sarcastically before turning away from him and unlocking your door. Negan followed you inside as you shook off your high heels and threw your purse on the couch.

"You need to go."

"Im not leaving until we talk." You sighed in frustration before you turned to him.

"Fine, you wanna talk? Do you have any idea how many men I can have right now-"

"You be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." Negan cut you off slowly walking towards you.

"Oh please, I need to be careful with what I say? I was so close to getting fucked tonight by-"

"Hey!" He roared loudly making you jump. You swallowed nervously as he took another step closer looking down at you.

"No ones fucking you but me." A mixture of anger and arousal at his words made you look away.

"So.." you cleared your throat speaking calmly.

"You get to screw all the women you want and I have to be just for you?"

"Who said I was screwing anyone else?" He asked in a low voice.

"Negan, you're married." You stared up af him in disbelief.

"Yeah well, things are complicated, baby."

You turned away from him not wanting to hear anything else when your phone began to ring.

"Who the fuck is calling you at this time?"

You looked down at your phone noticing the name of the man you had just been talking to at the bar.

"You've gotta be kidding me, dont tell me you gave that asshole your number?"

"Yes, Negan I did. So what? Look, I think you should go. I just want to get in bed."

"I wanna get in bed with you."

"No. I want to be alone."

Negan moved closer to you slowly placing his hands on your hips.

"Come on, baby. You're really gonna stay pissed at me?"

"Are you joking?" You looked up at him feeling annoyed before he unexpectedly aggressively pulled you against him making your body slam against his.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" How can you not be mad at him, was he insane?

"Just go okay? We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Negan agreed as his hands slowly fell from your hips.

Negan finally gave in, slamming the door loudly as he left for the night. Truth be told you didnt want to talk him or see him again. Who did he think you were, thinking youd be ok to be with a married man?

The next day at work you sat in your cubicle going over paperwork when one of your coworkers let you know your boyfriend was there.

"What?" You asked in shock and confusion when Negan appeared with a grin.

"Hey baby, I wanted to take you out for your lunch." You couldnt believe he had the nerve to show up and casually act like nothing had happened.

"Negan, I cant today. I have alot of work to catch up on." As you spoke, a male colleague of yours caught Negans eye, he noticed the man staring at your ass as he walked towards you from behind.

"Who's this asshole?" Negan asked you low making you turn to see your coworker, Peter approaching you.

"Peter, hi." You smiled, the sound of your voice excitedly saying another mans name made him look at you with deep furrowed brows.

"Good afternoon, gorgeous." The man reached in for a platonic kiss on the cheek with his hand on your waist making Negan tense up.

"Woah woah woah prick, keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Negan." You turned to him bulging your eyes out.

"This is my boss." You spoke nervously as Negan chuckled.

"Oh wait, you're the boss that gave her that promotion a month back arent you? What you thought if you gave her a promotion youd get to tap that ass?"

"Negan! Peter...I'm so sorry-"

"Dont fucking be sorry for me, you dont see the way this asshole looks at you?" Negan responded angrily.

"Alright, Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere without my woman." Peter gave you a warning glare making you sigh.

Pulling Negan outside you shoved his shoulder back angrily.

"Enough is enough, this is done Negan. I cant be with you anymore."

"Malia-"

"No I dont want to hear what you have to say. This has gone too far."

"Malia, God dammit.. you belong to me." His lip quivered as he spoke with intensity, the thought of Peter or any other man coming close to you made him enraged.

"Negan, I mean it I'm done. Do not come in here again because if you do, Peter will call security. Just stop, go home to your wife." And with that you walked away from him leaving him pissed. Negan wasnt ready to leave you, he couldnt help the feelings that he had for you. Whether you wanted to believe it or not Negan felt he truly loved you.

You felt no matter what you said to Negan he always found a way to go against it. He was a stubborn and persistent man. He had a temper towards any man that came close to you, he didnt trust it. Although you had feelings for him you didnt want to be apart of the mess any longer. You felt sorry for his wife, you felt betrayed, you were still angry.

The next day you woke up to the sound of chaos outside your house. There was screaming, sirens, you even thought you heard a few gunshots. Looking out the window you saw people screaming and running, there was blood everywhere. You gasped when you saw one man bite another.

"What the hell's going on?" You whispered to yourself before running to the tv and noticing all channels had no signal.

"Shit." You muttered before turning to your phone and noticing seven missed calls from Negan and a lost signal. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you knew that although you had feelings for Negan, this was your chance to break free from his possessiveness. This was your chance to get away.

Two years down the road many things had changed around you. The world changed as you knew it, you lost touch of everyone you knew and began staying with a small group. These things that came out attacking people, these walkers...they were like nothing the world had faced before. The group you were with was talking about another group they ran into, they called themselves "the saviors". They were the new threat you were all facing and they found where you all resided. One of the men said they were coming today, they had some sort of offer but your friend didnt sound convinced that it was a good one.

"Shit, I see their cars coming." Your friend Lenny muttered as he over looked the road.

"Everyone take your places!" You stood behind one of houses in the road with your hand gun and waited for the cars to pull up. The men slowly started to come out seeming to be waiting for one last man to come out. Taking a deep breath you squinted your eyes aiming your gun when a man you had not seen in two years came into view.

It was Negan.

Your lips parted in shock as you slowly bought your gun down. He came out of the car with an arrogant look. You couldnt believe it was actually him, he was the leader of the Saviors?

"Fuck.." you whispered to yourself looking around, you couldnt let him see you. You didnt want him to see you. Without alerting your group you turned running inside one of the houses, Negan instantly catching the quick movement.

"Woah, who was that?"

"Who?" Lenny looked behind him knowing you were the only one there. Negan didnt say a word signaling for one of his men, Simon to take over of watch for him. Negan made his way to the house slowly opening the door, you heard him enter from where you were upstairs and cursed to yourself.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He taunted you with sarcastic playfulness. Quietly you hid in one of the bedrooms hiding yourself in the closet. Negan wasnt a stupid man and you knew this, you began to hear him slowly make his way up the stairs.

"Come on lady, you're only making this harder for yourself." He yelled out before you heard him enter the very room you were in. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him look around the room. Your finger on the trigger as he carefully observed his surroundings, he right away noticed the closet door cracked.

"Oh you're just making this too damn easy for me." You took a deep breath as he moved towards the closet, the floors squeaking loudly before he opened the door. Negan was stunned at the sight of you, his brows were deeply knitted together before a smirk slowly appeared.

"Well shit, look who it is."

Slowly you lifted up the gun aiming it directly at him, finger on the trigger.

"That's cute."

"Back up." You spoke in a stern voice. Negan did as you asked as you slowly stepped out of the closet showing your full self. His eyes excitedly checking you out from head to toe. Your shoulder length hair had grown down to the middle of your back, the color also lighter than what he remembered.

"You look good, Malia."

"What the hell are your people doing to my group?"

"Your group huh? Did your group tell you how they got caught stealing from mine?"

"Stealing?" You asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart. Stealing, now how about you put that gun down and we can have a normal conversation." You didnt say a word nor move a muscle as he looked straight at you.

"Come on, have I ever fucking hurt you?"

"Funny you ask." You responded sarcastically remembering when you found out he was cheating with you.

"Baby girl, that was a long time ago now." You stayed silent staring at him for a moment before slowly putting the gun down.

"Good girl." He responded with an excited tone as you glared at him.

"You should take your people and leave," you responded bluntly making him frown.

"And leave my pretty little flower after I've just found her? I think the fuck not."

"Malia! You okay in there?" You heard Lenny yell from outside.

"Yes, I'm fine Lenny." You screamed back out the window before turning back to Negan.

"Lenny huh?" He licked his bottom lip as he stepped closer to you.

"Is he fucking you?"

"Dont start," you placed your hand your hip making him look down at your body and grin.

"God I always loved when you did that cute little pose." You crossed your arms clearly annoyed by him.

"Wheres your wife anyway, shouldn't you be off with her?" You noticed the look in his eyes change and just by the look you could tell what had happened.

"I'm sorry." A piece of you actually felt sorry for him.

"Well....I'm gonna go-" you went to walk past him before he gently grabbed your arm.

"Come on, dont leave me now." He looked over at you as you looked at the ground with a sigh.

"What are you gonna run off to that prick Lenny?"

"God dammit, Negan. You're still the same way." Negan chuckled before turning you fully towards him.

"What the hell makes you think I'd be any different?" His expression turning into a straight face.

"You dont think I've spent days wondering what the fuck happened to you? Wondering if you were still alive? You think now that I've found you I'll let any man take you from me?" You looked up at him speechlessly. His territorial ways were far from gone but a part of you did actually miss him. You shook your head looking away making him get closer to you.

"Tell me you didnt fucking miss me." Negan spoke aggresivly getting closer to you as you stepped back.

"Go ahead, say it so I can see the bullshit in your eyes."

"Stop it!"

"Or what!" He yelled back before realizing you wanted him to stop because you were getting aroused. He could tell by the way you were breathing, the way you couldnt look him in the eyes. Negan knew you all too well, the thought made him smirk.

"Am I making you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?"

"The hell makes you think that?" You responded defensively knowing he wasnt wrong.

"I dont know, you've got that look in your eye." Negans eyes lit up as he began to remember things that happened between the two of you.

"What look?"

"The look you'd always get everytime I teased you. You remember those days dont you?" Negan leaned in with his lips close to your ear.

"When I used to kiss every part of you and tell you how you were mine and only fucking mine." You heard him smile against you as you continued to listen to him. Truth be told, he was turning you on as much as you tried to fight it.

"You still are mine, you know that dont you?" You felt his hand slowly slide up your thigh as he began to kiss your neck making your eyes clothes. This is actually what you were trying to avoid, you knew his touch could make you weak. He knew what you liked and he took advantage of it. He slid his tongue around your neck making you moan softly against him.

"Negan....everyone's..downstairs-"

"Fuck them." He whispered roughly before he threw everything off the vanity beside you and turned you around, bending you over it. You squealed with excitement as he lowered your pants and his. He couldnt wait to feel you, he didnt even bother getting fully undressed. Not wasting anytime Negan thrusted himself into you making you scream.

"Oh yeah.." he groaned, you were already wet for him. He grabbed your waist hard as he slammed into you with full force. The vanity slamming against the wall loudly with each thrust, you melted by the feel of him.

"Look up," he ordered you aggresivly pulling you by your hair and holding your arms behind you. He made you look into the mirror in front of you. The pain was satisfying, Negans expression as he fucked you only turned you on more.

"You see that?" He panted against your ear.

"You're mine, only I can fuck you like this." Your lips parted but no sound came out as he moved faster.

"You hear me?!" He tugged at your hair hard making you scream.

"Yes!" You cried out as he bit down on his bottom lip hard before suddenly pulling out.

"Turn around-" he panted making you get on your knees as you quickly opened your mouth and he quickly came on your tongue. You took his cock in your mouth whole making him weak in the knees, sucking him dry.

"Fuck.." he whispered as you pulled away and swallowed every drop, wiping the corner of your lips. Negan was drenched in sweater under his leather jacket, you could see a sweat stain on his chest through his white shirt.

"God damn, Malia."

You smiled licking your lips as you fixed your clothes. Negan wiped his sweat off his face cleared his throat as he fixed his belt.

"Now what?" You whispered as he looked at you with a satisfying smile. Negan walked towards you and slowly caressed the side of your face as he looked at your lips.

"Now you come with me, baby and we finish where we left off." Negan leaned in and kissed you passionately, your stomach began to flutter. You hated that this man got to you like this but you couldnt help yourself. You had never stopped loving Negan and you wanted him all along.

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cloudycrystalkpop · 4 years ago

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SMOKY | Purgatory Within

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: almost 2k

warnings: abuse trauma, smut, death

au: crown royal au | moodboard

series masterlist: SMOKY

you became more and more concerned for your husband’s behavior as time went on. the young man who had once been so careful and gentle, now stood with a silent rage behind his empty eyes.

however, after you confronted him about his possessive behavior, you watched him break down at your feet.

“p-please... please don’t leave me...” his large frame was once again curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he kneeled on the floor, hands fisted in your robe. his head was hung low as he begged you at your feet.

“Mingi, what has been going on with you?” you insisted, refusing to touch the man as he tried to bury his face in your lap.

“I can't- I can't let the Duke take you! or your whore of a knight! Please my queen please, take me instead, take everything I have!” the man let out a broken sob as you sighed at his words.

“enough.” you growled, grabbing a hand full of his hair and lifting his head. he yelped in shock, neck exposed to you as his Adams apple bobbed in fear.

“you are to be a king Mingi. you are a grown man, and I am your wife. you are not a little boy to be crying at the feet of his mother.” you pushed the man off your lap and stood. “and you will be a fool of a king if you let such foolish insecurity cloud your judgment!”

Mingi hid his head low, covering his face with his arms.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! p-please don't-” his normally deep voice cracked in terror. you stopped, anger at he man before you evaporated.

“Mingi...mingi I'm not going to hit you.” you spoke softly, gently falling to your knees on the floor. his body shook, arms still held to protect his face. “I hope you know, I would never do that.” your voice was sorrowful as you reached out a hand to his head.

he flinched when you touched his hair, but as you began to run your fingers through it, his muscles slowly relaxed. dropping his arms from his face you could finally see the puffiness around his eyes, the cloudiness of the dark pigment stared blankly back at you.

“...do you promise?” he hiccuped, turning his head to try and find the direction of your voice. you cupped the man’s cheeks, pulling his head to face yours. his eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head in your hands.

“oh my darling boy, who did this to you?”

Mingi found a small kitten in the garden. a runt, tiny thing. you had thought the bundle of orange fur was some nobles lost purse left out in the rain. he named her Daisy, saying her fur smelled of the flowers when she curled up in his big hands.

You rarely saw the man without her, the small kitten often purching on Mingi's large shoulders.

Your husband still held ribbons of his possessive behavior, however he began to distance himself from you. You rarely saw him now other then in passing on when the pair of you went to sleep at night. He also began neglecting pleasing you, but you assumed he was simply not interested as both of you often went to sleep without any contact.

Now you found yourself facing a different delema. You had always been a woman with a high sex drive, its one of the reasons you had chosen Seonghwa as a concort. However your poor knight had been frightened quite badly by yourself and your husband, and you knew he wouldnt return to you unless you seeked him out.

But you had also made Mingi a promis. One that was getting increasingly hard for you to keep.

"My lady, is everything alright? You seem lost in thought... If there is any responsibilities weighing heavy on you i am more then happy to help however i can!" the young Duke's voice was as sweet as ever.

You sighed, looking over to Yeosang, a man you had been trying not to look at for to long. His hair lay in soft curls around his face, lightened by the many years spent outside in the sunlight. Likewise his skin was warm in hue, tanner then the rest of your court.

You had heard some of the other ladies snickering about him. Yeosang surely didnt live up to some of the standards for desired beauty the royals had. A strange thought flashed in your mind. Is that why Mingi was chosen to be your husband over Yeosang? Mingi's frame was large, an incredibly masculine figure just looking at him, with dark hair and skin untouched by the sun.

Little Yeosang however, had small and dainty hands, with long thin fingers, his features were softer then Mingi's, even his skin looked soft to the touch. And the many years spent as a playmate for his sisters left him with an unthreatening demeanor.

Indeed it wasnt hard for you to imagine him, flowers in his hair, sat on a blanket in the valley, perhaps painting or writing for his own amusement. You shoved away such thoughts as you saw a line of concern crease in his brow.

"My lady..."

"I am sorry Yeosang. Truthfully ive been feeling a bit... Forgotten about in these last weeks. And its left me feeling distracted." you answered him.

"Forgotten... Ah, by your husband?" perceptive as always. You sighed, gase dropping to your tea once more, before nodding.

"Have you tried speaking to him? He has a shy nature, im sure-"

"Hes trying to help." you held up a hand to stop him. "He did not trust me, and hes trying to offer me space to show he does." you clarified.

"... I see." Yeosang chewed on his lip in thought. His lips were a pretty blush color, not as round as Mingi's but plump, they looked soft... Very soft.

You cursed yourself in your own head. His fingers, his lips, youd be lying to deny they hadnt crossed your mind when you bathed. Your hands wandering your own body, head leaned back and eyes closed. Imagining it was Yeosang's long fingers in place of your own as you gasped in pleasure.

You shooed away the maid who came to offer you more tea, informing her it wouldnt be needed. Lust was a vice that would only cause you harm as Mingi's wife. And yet, something stirred in your gut.

"Yeosang, will you come walk with me?" the Duke nodded quickly, standing to his feet to follow you deeping into the gardens.

Your husband would be furious. And yet, such a worry seemed to melt away as you let yourself become lost in his touch.

"My lady please, you must be quiet. Or else we shall scandalize some poor stable boy." Yeosang's voice purred in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck after speaking.

You bite your tongue as Yeosang let another finger slip inside you. You were right, his fingers were deliciously long, able to reach places within you your own faltered. His hand snaked up your skirts and inside your undergarments, the heel of his hand pressed against your clit, his wrist not forgetting such an important part as he rubbed it gently.

You could almost see stars as he began sucking on your neck, a third finger sliding within you.

"... I promised you, anything you ever needed, i will provide. If its council, wisdom, or even such sinful favors... I am at your service. Always." Yeosang's voice was honey on your skin. You pulled one of your hands up from where they were fisted in his jacket, tugging gently on his hair. He pulled away from your neck, eyes now staring into your own. A look of pride took his features, seeing the state of pleasure you were in at his hands.

Tugging his hair again, you let a small whine fall from your lips. He chuckled, increasing the pace of his hand, and before a moan could fall from your lips, he covered them with his own.

That night, cheeks finally faded with the glow of what yourself and the Duke had snuck away to do, you crossed paths with a guard.

“your highness! just who I was looking for~” dread pooled in your gut as you saw Hongjoong, cheerful grin on display, with a small kitten in his arms. Daisy shook like a leaf, eyes slit to spite the darkness of the hallway.

you opened your arms and Hongjoong placed the small cat in your hands. Daisy immediately pressed herself as far from Hongjoong as she could, a small hiss let out in his direction.

“how rude. if it wasn't for me she would have been stuck at the top of a lamp. ungrateful feline.” he huffed. you began to gently stroke the cat’s fur, in hopes of calming her down.

“an animal as small as this knows when it is in the jaws of a predator.” you stated. Hongjoong smiled, and your stomach dropped. humans are so stupid. Hongjoong is known as a cheerful and smiley person, but yet the cloud that follows him hides the nature of his grin. a wolf does not offer you a smile, he bares his teeth as a warning.

“and yet your little prince is so blissfully unaware of what he is toying with~” Hongjoong giggled. you simply blinked back at the creature before you. “you know, your fondness for that Duke will upset him. but if you wanted a straightforward solution-”

“I am not a fool like the other idiot humans that reside here.” you growled.

“oh no, absolutely not. but, witch, neither am i.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“I could have you hung for accusing the future queen of witchcraft.” you threatened. Hongjoong lay his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

“that would be a sight! do you really want to see what happened if you try and kill me?” Hongjoong stops himself before he begins laughing again. “actually I believe I know that answer. regardless, my offer still stands. just as our deal already does.”

“deal?” you feel panic rise in your throat.

“why yes, the silent one of course.” Hongjoong grins that same one that appears in your nightmares. the one that pulls his cheeks up and shows just a few to many teeth.

“you don't tell them what I am, and in exchange, I do the same.”

you awoke the next morning, without Mingi. his side of the bed was cold, and even Daisy had gone missing. you thought little of it as you rose to begin your day, however, you were not greeted by one of your handmaidens, but rather, a guard.

“your majesty, I come bearing news.” he swallowed nervously.

“oh? at this hour?” you inquired. you were then greeted by a sorrowful meow, Daisy crawling between the guards legs and hiding under your nightgown.

“your husband, Prince Mingi, was found dead in a poll of his own blood last night.”

who killed the king?

suspects : Yeosang | Seonghwa | Hongjoong

#smoky au #prince au #mingi x reader #mingi au #ateez x reader #Ateez au #yeosang x reader #Yeosang smut #royal au #fantasy au #demon au #knight au #Hongjoong au #Seonghwa au

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midnightmoonkiss · 5 years ago

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Summer Nights.

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: Sweet summer nights paired with some free time with your cute boyfriend always seem to lead to something more.

WARNINGS!: Hand job, slight exhibitionism??

Category: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It is summer time let me indulge in the classics,,

Just To Clarify:

You’re third years

This summer camp is by a river in a forest and not in the mountains

Though it’s not mentioned, summer camp lasts 7 days not 4

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@coupsieddori @desia2 @strwbrry-lia

Ragged breaths echoed in your ear as a toned body leaned back in your secure embrace,

wiggling as his sweaty palms gripped your forearms to stabilize himself.

“(Y-Y/N), wait..!” He gasped, mind filled with dirty thoughts and anticipation as your palms smoothed down his shirt covered belly, fingers tracing the outline of his abs as they inched their way towards the waistband of his black gym shorts with a noticeable bulge.

“Hmm? Why’s that, Izuku?” You drawled out, hot breath fanning over his sensitive ear, adoring the way a whimper slipped past his lips.

“B-because- guah..!”

You nipped at his ear lobe, nuzzling your nose against his hot neck.

“Be a good boy, use your words. Because what?” You purred, kissing down his nape, licking a trail to his sweet spot, latching on and lathering it in attention that had shivers falling down his body, head flopping to the side to give you more room to do as you pleased as if you didn’t have enough room already.

You had barely even begun and yet here he was, sounding wrecked and sporting a cute wet spot on his shorts. The sight of it made you lick your lips, how adorable.

It was strange how this all began, neither of you quite expecting alone time to relax together to take such a lewd turn so quickly, but it was clear neither of you were complaining. In fact, it seemed more like the two of you were wishing for it to happen.

The fourth day of summer camp down by the river during your third year at U.A was coming to a close, hot, blistering day turning into a cool, relaxing night.

Most students were exhausted after such a strenuous day working on their quirks yet again. Some even went straight to bed after dinner was finished and cleaned up, but some, like you, werent tired at all.

It wasn’t that the few left hadn’t worked hard, in fact, some could say that out of the seven of you still sitting around the campfire, three had worked the hardest out of everyone in the class.

But yet, they were still filled with joy, laughter filling the air as crickets chirped all around, the scent of warm vanilla in the air as you all made ‘smores with the crackling heat in front of you.

Ghost stories were passed around, some scary and some eccentric, but each and every one told brought a reaction out of the people who listened to it.

Your hand clutched a much larger and rougher one, warm, scarred fingers encasing your own as you leaned against your curly, green-haired boyfriend who looked scared shitless.

“They’re just stories,” you had whispered in his ear, your words comforting him ever so slightly.

“Scary ones..” he sighed out, never one to be too good at handling anything remotely scary, fictional or not.

“Mmm.. we could go somewhere else?” though you were having fun surrounded by your close friends, the thought of being alone with your sweet boyfriend lit up your soul better than anyone else ever could. After all, who wouldnt want to spend some alone time with their darling after a day of being apart?

Unlike the camp two years ago, this one didnt have any strict regulations. Be in your cabin by midnight, and wake up when the siren goes off.

Simple enough, right? Perhaps it was the fact that it was the last summer camp of highschool that granted students more freedom, no one really knew, and no one was complaining at all.

Villains were out of your mind, fear replaced by fun, relaxation, and throwing up from working too hard and not hydrating enough as the sun beat down on you.

Finding his answer in the shifting of his green eyes lit up by the fire, still far too shy to admit he would love to go somewhere else, you stood up, pulling him with you. “We’re going to head out now. You guys have a good time!”

As you left, you could hear the onslaught of whispers and snickers behind you, no doubt gossiping about what you were leaving for.

But who really cared? Certainly not you, and not your boyfriend either.

No, he was too entranced with that loveable look in your eyes as you gazed up at him to even notice.

Dots of yellow flew around you, glowing brightly just for a split moment before disappearing, fireflies.

The bugs that shone like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Hair messy and heads filled with dreams, the two of you ran around, giggling like little children as a silent game of tag went on between the two of you the deeper you went into the woods surrounding the camp.

There were no security cameras, no lights, no technology for miles.

A way to keep villains off your tracks.

And it was working well enough so far, and it allowed everyone to be themselves in ways previously not allowed.

For you and Izuku, that meant being together in a simple way, basking in each other’s presence as your legs ran faster and faster through the woods, grass whipping against bare ankles as you narrowly avoided running into a tree.

Heavy breaths fell from you as you squealed whenever he would almost touch you, determined to stand your ground as long as possible before the inevitability of being ‘it’ came into play and you had to chase the speedy ball of energy with a mop of green, bouncing curls.

But you were foolish to think you could ever last so long, for before you knew it, you were being tackled to the ground by your sweaty boyfriend, his arms protecting you from a heavy fall as you both tumbled to the grassy ground, rolling down a small hill together before coming to a stop.

Propping himself up on his forearms, his bright eyes bore into your own, noses brushing as you both took a moment to catch your breaths, stray giggles mingling together.

Fireflies flew up from the ground, seemingly circling around the two of you if just for one magical moment, encasing the two of you in a warm glow that outshined the full moons own silvery one trickling through tree leaves.

You were completely and utterly in love with this freckled man above you who smiled victoriously, and you couldnt help but show it by leaning up, placing a kiss onto his cheek, feeling him go still as his face heated up.

This only led to you peppering his face in kisses, teasing him just to see his face scrunch up in frustration until he whined for a kiss on the lips, to which you eagerly gave him. With each kiss, heat passed between the two of you on that soft, grassy forest floor, your arms wrapping around his neck, his hands pulling you closer as your tongues intertwined.

Wet smacks echoed in the back of your mind as your lips continuously met, the sweetness of marshmallow and chocolate flooding your tastebuds, leaving you desiring more and more.

A small moan in the back of his throat was what set that night off, starting with you threading your fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks just to hear him moan once more, his hips pressing into yours instinctively, which is what lead you both to where you were now. Your back pressed against a locked bathroom's metal stall door, and your boyfriend back pressed against your chest as crickets drowned out any outside noises from the campers not too far away.

“B-because..” it seemed like his argument was dying on his tongue, your thumbs circling over his hips catching all of his attention despite the teeth nibbling on his skin, “i-it’s.. wrong..”

He audibly gulped when your fingers passed over the tops of his thighs, knee wedging in between his perfectly toned, tanned legs just to spread them wide open, giving him something to just barely grind against, much to his internal frustration, as you traced his inner thigh, teasing him enough for his hips to jerk the moment your touch went too close to his twitching boner.

You knew he liked this.

You knew he adored the prospect of being caught.

He was such a perv at times, desiring the kinkiest of things in wrong and right places, but you couldnt help but love that side of him as much as you loved him shy and sweet side. Afterall, he was still your baby boy, and that would never change, no matter what.

“Don’t you think it would be even more wrong to go back to your cabin sporting an erection for all those awake to see?” you questioned innocently, popping wetly off his neck just to gauge his reaction.

His spit-slicked red lips pressed into a wobbly thin line, slowly shaking his head up and down.

“Why don’t you let me help you out, love?” you kissed his cheek, humming lightly to calm his nerves.

He always was a nervous boy when it came to these things, even if he liked it and even if you had helped him out multiple times throughout the two years you’d been together.

“Please..” he pleaded, voice just barely breaking through the air as his eyes squeezed closed.

“Hm? What was that?” though you had heard his response, you wanted him to speak louder, to gain that fraction of confidence, to understand he didnt have to be so shy, not around you.

“Please.. (Y/N).. please help me..” he whimpered, hips shimmying, grinding down onto your thigh, hesitant eyes fluttering open to gaze into your own (E/C) ones, seeking encouragement, something you were all too willing to give in the form of a reassuring kiss on the lips.

He immediately fell into the rhythm of your lips meeting hotly with his again, helping him relax against you.

Your tongue invaded his hot mouth once more, running along the side of his own before exploring every crevice, brushing against spots that made his breath hitch in the back of his throat, causing him to desperately lean in for more.

A loud gasp tore from his throat as you grabbed the waistband of his shorts again, yanking them down so that his large member could be freed, slapping up against his tummy as you stared down in awe. He pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva momentarily connecting your tongues, hissing as the cool night air hit his heated flesh.

It was embarrassing for him to see just how hard he had got in such a short amount of time, and from kisses alone no less.

But he had no time to be embarrassed or ashamed. After you lowered your leg, removing that sweet friction, your hand was quick to wrap around his thick shaft, eliciting a soft groan from him at such intimate contact.

His tip was already flushed red and oozing with precum, a bead of it trailing down his throbbing cock.

“Mm~ Already so hard for me,” your thumb ran up the underside of his dick, collecting that drip of precum, “my good boy.” you praised, eyes sparkling with excitement as his thighs twitched at being called such a name.

Your voice always had such an effect on him, only bringing out a more dominant side of yourself whenever you got to witness it, which was quite often.

You chewed at your lips as you thought of all the fun you could have with your sweet boyfriend, an action that his ever-observant green gaze picked up and made his dick twitch in anticipation for what was surely to come.

You always left him guessing.

He adored that.

Never being able to read you just right. Never being able to predict your actions, you were an enigma in these moments, and he wasnt afraid to admit that it was a huge turn on.

Slowly, your hand began to glide up and down his hardened member, careful to avoid stimulating his glans or going too fast, wanting to drag this out until he was begging for more.

He always did.

And it was always such a joy to listen to.

His hands pressed against the walls on both sides of you, unsure of where else to put them as he breathed heavily, eyes closing as he let himself bask in the pleasure your touch brought him, despite it being too slow for his current liking.

His hair tickled the skin of your neck as his head rested back on your shoulder, his jaw slack, eyebrows pinched with concentration, pants and small whimpers right next to your eagerly awaiting ear.

He was always so cute, it was hard not to flush as his hips jerk with every few pumps, subconsciously begging you to go faster without the words falling from his parted lips.

You complied with a smile, speeding up just enough to rip a stuttered moan from deep in his chest, body squirming against you at the sudden change in pace, the wet squelch of excessive precum coating your hand as it traveled up and down his length echoing in the bathroom.

“A-ahh.. hahh.. f-feels.. feels s-so nngh.. so nice..” he spoke breathlessly, as honest as always.

It filled you with glee to know you were doing well at pleasuring your man, even sparking that fire of cockiness deep within you.

“Is that so, darling?” Though it was more of a question to be left unanswered, he replied automatically, “Y-Ye- ah! H-hah! Oh! Mmmng! Ooohhh, fuck!” only for your pace to increase tenfold, twisting your hand up and down his length, fingers brushing over his leaking tip, making his hips jut forward for a mere second.

Though the thought of teasing him until he was weeping sparked your interest, you knew you had to be asleep soon, and honestly, it didnt hurt to spoil the man you loved rotten every once in a while, right?

With a clear mindset, you freely let him thrust his hips into your hand, matching the pace he was setting himself as his loud moans bounced off the pristine, white cinderblock walls, making it seem like he was much louder than he actually was, but only fueling the heal swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you mumbled, eyes trained on his cock fucking into your hand like the horny teen he was, his arms falling down to grip at your shirt, body hunching forward as you only sped your pace up.

“G-g-od! Ah! O-oh f-fuck! A-ahhnn… g-ghhuwaahh! (Y/N)! P-princess..! H-hah-hah..! M-more..! More ple- hahh.. please!” he begged you, back arched yet head thrown blissfully back as moans flowed from his mouth like prayers, cheeks burning and thighs spreading even wider to let you move as freely as you wanted, not caring how loud or exposed he was.

He loved exposing himself completely to you.

He didnt even care that he was so turned on and leaking so much that his precum dripped messily onto the floor, all he cared about was you.

You.

Your scent.

Your touch.

Your voice.

Your breath.

You, solely you.

You always had his attention.

He was in a constant state of euphoria whenever around you, intoxication muddling his thoughts whenever he smelled your sweet scent.

“Please..!” he gasped, tummy and thighs tightening up in that familiar way they always did before his orgasm took control over his body.

Eager to oblige to his request, your other hand finally joined the party, using your palm to circle around his bulbous head best you could.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

He screamed out in ecstasy, green sparks cascading around his body as his hips thrust forwards at an inhuman pace, fucking your hand that felt so good and small wrapped around him, desperate to cum, to take as much as he could while you still let him.

“My sweet baby.. You’re doing so good~ you’re so close, arent you..”

You spoke out, being met with moans that got louder and more high-pitched with each passing second, no doubt loud enough to breach the thin barrier of protection around this bath house, seeping out into the woods surrounding it.

“S-so good! So good! G-gahh.!

Ah!

So! So! G-good!

Fuck..!

F-fuck!

Fuck~!

Oh, fuck!” he chanted, broken words stuttered by his own moans of pleasure, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth as his tongue flopped out, dripping onto the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too focused on the way he cutely got himself off with your hands alone.

He was such a big boy, you couldnt even fully wrap your fingers around him, and you knew that only made him hornier each time he noticed it.

“Aaah! (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! I-i! Mmghnmn! Ahh-ahh! I’m g-gonna!!”

“Cum for me, Izuku.”

The second you allowed him two, his back was arching, body stilling as a silent scream flew from his vocal chords, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

A heavenly moan, louder than the ones youve heard all night, thrashed its way from his throat, shaking your very soul as thick ropes of thick, hot cum spurted from the tip of his flushed cock, spilling into the toilet you had aimed him for below, hand continuously pumping him to milk him dry, the last bit of cum falling onto your fingers wrapped below his head.

His body relaxed, slumping against you as he fought to control his breath from such a mind-numbing orgasm.

Pleased at his performance, you sweetly kissed his temple, nuzzling your cheek against his sweaty head as he slowly calmed down.

“Thank you…” he wheezed out, voice cracking as his eyes opened just barely to look over at you, a small smile on his plump lips.

“Of course.” You’d do anything for the man who lit up your life like the stars in the sky, but that’s not to say he wouldnt do the same. Before you knew it, he was on his knees and eager to please.

Who were you to say no?

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em0avacado · 4 years ago

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( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

word count : 2.4k

They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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