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helplesslypurple77 · 13 days ago

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Day 16-Step-Sibling Incest-Chrollo/Reader/Hisoka/Illumi

Notes:

ok soooo, we’re finishing up Kinktober with a bang! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyway, this one is gonna be kind of hard to write but im starting it a bit early cause i have a lot of free time today! Btw this shits ooc as hell but idgaf. It's also looooooong, like over 8k words loooooong. Anyway, enjoy

Title is from ‘The Boys’ by Girls Generation

btw art is from pinterest, if its ur dm me and ill credit u<3

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You find out your mother remarried when her postcard arrives in the mail. It's a short note, and starts out by telling you that she's on vacation in Bali. She goes on in detail about all the cool things she's doing, and you just shake your head, very used to your mothers forgetful attitude. And then, at the end in a little throwaway sentence, she mentions that she got remarried.

‘He's a lovely man. And he's got three boys, Name dear. Try to get along with them, and don't cause trouble!’

You shake your head, annoyed at the entire note. She tells you not to cause trouble? As if you would, you don't care enough about your mother to bother being upset about the news. But she could have at least invited you to the wedding. She probably forgot about you, her only daughter. It sounds insane, and impossible, but you're very used to your mother forgetting about you entirely. You didn't mind anymore. She pays for anything you need, and your life is comfortable, if not happy. But you could live with that.

You stare at the postcard for a minute, taking in the colorful flowers and ocean on the front. The bright colors hurt your eyes a bit. But brothers! You couldn't believe it. You had lived your entire life an only child, and now that was about to change. You felt a bit of tentative excitement fill your heart, lifting your moon and painting a smile across your face. You smiled, pinning the stupid postcard to the fridge. It stood out, the only thing on the entire front of the fridge.

Things are about to change. For better or worse, you don't know.

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It's lunch break the next day. You're sitting at your usual lunch table, telling your friend about the postcard, the sun shining down on the uniformed students sitting around in the courtyard of your expensive private school. A brisk breeze whistles through the air, rustling your knee length skirt. You shiver, grabbing your uniform jacket from where you had discarded it, and pulling it back on. Your friend Evelyne, sitting across from you and picking at her sandwich, rolls her eyes.

“Your mom sucks, Name.” She says, popping a green grape into her mouth. You smile.

“Oh, she's not that bad, Evie.” You say, feeling the need to defend your mom, even though she doesn't deserve it. Evie rolls her eyes, pulling at the sleeve of her gray sweater. The school forbids any clothing items aside from uniforms of course, and a jacket or sweater over your white button up. Evie had decorated her sweater with pins and patches, adding a slight bit of uniqueness to the sea of girls wearing similar uniforms. You were too lazy, just wearing the normal dark navy uniforms. Evie was so cool in your opinion. She even dared to dye her hair a brilliant orange red color, which was against the rules. But apparently the school was too busy checking that all the girls' skirts were the correct length, that they missed Evie’s bright hair. Or maybe they didn't care. Evie’s father donated to the school a lot, after all. Evie pulls at her hair, fluffing her bob around her face.

“Seriously though Name, that was so uncool of your mom. First she doesn't invite you to the wedding, and now just dropping three step siblings on you?” Evie says, her voice echoing in the courtyard a little too loudly. You look around anxiously, but no one cares. The brisk breeze blows some leaves off the large tree over your heads, and you watch them tumble down to the ground.

“I mean it's not too bad, right?” You ask, stealing one of her grapes. “I really don't know anything about them, they could be nice!”

“Sure,” Evie says, taking a large bite of her sandwich. “That was still a dick move, though.”

“Maybe,” You giggle, popping another grape in your mouth. “They might—”

Someone clears their throat right behind you. Startling, drop your third grape, and turn around. There's a boy standing behind you. Looming over you and Evie and the table, with long straight hair tumbling down his back. He's wearing the male version of the uniform, without the jacket. You raise an eyebrow.

“Um, can I help you?” You ask. You hadn't heard anyone come up behind you. The boy doesn't say anything, simply looking you up and down with no expression on his face. He has big eyes, like a porcelain doll in the window of a shop. His skin is pale, his lashes long, his mouth a pale pink. He's quite handsome. And then he opens his mouth.

“I am disappointed,” He says, voice even and cold. There is barely any inflection there at all, but his eyebrows furrow slightly as he looks at you. You frown.

“Uh, what?” You ask, confused. It seems like he’s insulting you, but you can't quite tell because you don't even know who this guy is, what the hell he's talking about, or why he's talking to you in the first place. Evie frowns, opening her mouth. You shake your head at her.

“You know, when people usually meet each other for the first time, it's polite to introduce yourself.” You say, trying to smile through the confusion and slight annoyance. The boy tilts his head, hair waterfalling down his back. You're kind of jealous of it, it looks so smooth and straight.

“I am Illumi.” The boy says after a moment. And then, before you can spack, he continues. “Father informed us that we are to live with you from now on. I am disappointed.”

The pieces start falling together, the puzzle solving itself in an instant in your mind. Your mouth drops open, a chill running through your body.

“You're one of my new step siblings?” You ask, jumping to your feet in shock. Illumi nods, frowning slightly at your sudden movement. He's very tall, looming over you even when you're standing right in front of him. You offer a hand, trying to smile. He's been quite rude, but you still give him a few chances to make it up. After all, he has a right to be upset about this situation, after all. His father had just gotten married, just like your mother. You wonder if he was invited to the wedding.

Illumi stares down at your hand, frowning like it's personally offended him somehow. Finally, after your smile starts to waver, he takes it, giving you a quick handshake.

“It's nice to meet you.” You say, really trying to mean it. Illumi nods. He doesn't talk much, just stands there before you, staring deep into your eyes with his big, black soulless ones.

“You are very normal.” Illumi says, looking you up and down again. You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out if that's a compliment or an insult.

“Is that good or bad?” You ask. You can hear Evie grinding her teeth behind you, like an angry guard dog. Illumi tilts his head to the side, tapping his chin. He moves a bit like a robot, slow, calculated, and cold.

“Simply an observation,” He says, straightening his head. His hair flows distractingly around him. You don't know how to feel.

“Oh,” You say, forcing a customer service smile. “You look like a porcelain doll.”

Evie chokes on a laugh. You know she's rolling her eyes behind you. Illumi’s brow furrows, his black eyes slipping from your own for a moment, to look behind you.

“Your friend is quite loud.” He says, looking back at you like you should deal with it. You raise an eyebrow. This guy is really weird.

“I guess?” You say, running a hand through your hair. “She sounds normal to me.”

Illumi frowns, standing still and straight like a robot.

“The two of you are similar in your normality,” He says. “I shall inform father that I am disappointed in his choice of family.”

He turns, walking away briskly, his hair swinging behind him. You strain your ears, listening for the footsteps that are supposed to be there. You hear none.

“Well, he's just lovely, huh.” Evie says, popping a grape into her mouth. You sit down again, taking a bite of your own food.

“He's quite odd,” You say, taking a sip of your soda. “Reminds me of a robot. Or a haunted doll.”

Evie chuckles, tossing her half eaten sandwich in the trash can with a thump. She grabs one of your apple slices, taking a bite. You steal a grape in retaliation, even though you’ve already eaten half of them. You make a mental note to grab some grapes at the grocery store later.

“Well name,” Evie says, tossing the rest of her trash as the bell signaling the end of lunch echoes through the air. “I hope you're excited to meet the rest of your step-siblings.”

“I don't know, I guess I am a little bit.” You say, tossing your trash as you and Evie start towards your English class. “They can't be weirder than Illumi, right?”

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You might have to eat your words, you think to yourself as you stand in the front entrance of your large house, staring at the three boys across from you. It's been about two weeks since your first meeting with Illumi, and your mother and her new husband had just arrived back from their vacation. It seems the boys had not been invited. You feel a bit vindictively happy about that. Your mother and her new husband barely spared you a few drive by greetings before they vanished into the house with their bags. Leaving you and your three new step brothers in the front entrance. You break the silence, offering your hand with a smile.

“Im Name,” You say, voice echoing in the front entrance. The room stills for a moment, and then the tallest one darts into action. He moves forward, gripping your hand in his cold, pale hands, and shaking it firmly.

“How lovely it is to meet you, Name.” He says, smiling. His yellow eyes dart up and down your body, zeroing in on your uniform, and then your eyes. He runs a hand through his bright red hair, pushing it back off his forehead. It falls back immediately, obscuring his eyes slightly as he speaks.

“Having such a pretty sister is so exciting.” He says, pointed canines flashing in the light. You flush.

“Hisoka,” One of the other boys says, voice a warning. “Stop it.”

The red haired boy, Hisoka, simply smirks wider, slowly bringing your hand up to press a kiss to the top. You flush, yanking your hand away from his plush lips. He tilts his head, pouting like a wounded puppy. The black shirt he's wearing stretches over the muscles of his chest and arms. He's really hot. So are all of them actually. You wince internally. These boys are going to be your step brothers, you aren't allowed to lust after them, no matter how attractive they are.

“It's nice to meet you,” You say, forcing down your blush. Hisoka's smile returns to his face. It looks practiced, rehearsed, fake. This one is dangerous.

“I'm the oldest, you see. Chrollo, the frowny one with the bangs,” he gestures backwards at the boy in question, who simply sighs as Hisoka continues, “Is the middle child. And the one on the end is the youngest.”

“Illumi and i met already actually.” You interject, frowning slightly. Hisoka raises a single eyebrow.

“Oh dear, I hope he wasn't too rude.” He says, smiling apologetically. You resist the urge to tattle, and brush your hair over your shoulders. You're wearing simple clothes, some jeans and a nice blouse. Your mother had texted you before they had arrived, asking you not to ‘embarrass her’.

“Oh, he was fine.” You say quietly, ignoring the way Illumi stares into your soul. “We go to the same school. Do you guys go there too?”

Hisoka chuckles, looming over you a bit. His stare edges towards predatory sometimes.

“Oh no dear, I graduated a couple years ago.” He laughs, arm flexing as he pats you gently on the shoulder.

“Oh,” You say, ignoring the lingering hand on your shoulder. He's very physical. “Would you guys like a tour of the house?”

“That would be lovely!” Hisoka exclaims, spinning you around bodily and gripping your waist. “You're very sweet, darling.”

You smile, ducking away from the hand clutching your waist. It's better for your own sanity. The other boys trail behind you as you exit the main entrance way.

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Adjusting to the new living situation isn't as bad as you thought it would be. Your mother and her new husband don't hang around the house often, and even if they do, they usually stay secluded to their wing of the house. Hisoka often isn't at the house for long stretches of time, or comes back quite late at night. It's too bad, he's the most friendly of his brothers. Illumi is home almost twenty-four seven, leaving only for school and the occasional odd errand. Chrollo vanishes, you don't know where he goes. But he's probably still at the house. You think.

It's been a few weeks since you were first introduced to them, but your life hasn't really changed all that much. The two younger boys aren't very friendly or inviting, and you haven't had the chance to talk to them as much as you’d like. It would be nice if you could get to know them a bit better. So that's what you're doing now.

Illumi is probably in his room. He usually goes straight to his room after school, and shuts the door behind him with a slam. All of the bedrooms are in the same hallway, two on each side. Your parents bedroom is in their wing of the house, of course.

You walk up the stairs, steeling yourself for a hard fight. Illumi is a weirdo who can't really carry a conversation well and doesnt want to talk to you, but you're determined to try to be friends with him. Or at least, civil. You even have a plan. Ask for help with homework, and then the two of you could be study buddies. You were in the same grade, which meant you had the same classes. It was a perfect plan! Well, maybe not perfect, but pretty good.

The hallway is dark. You switch on the light with a click, illuminating the metal plates on each door. Your room is next to Illumi’s. Hisoka and Chrollo’s rooms are on the other side. No light shows from under their doors. They're probably out. Illumi’s room has cold bright light leaking into the hallway, however. You dip into your room to change out of your school uniform. Slinging on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants, you grab your study materials and walk a few feet down the hall. Raising your hand, you knock tentatively on Illumi’s door.

“Hey Illumi? It's me, can I come in?” You ask through the door. It's quiet, and for a moment you wonder if he's actually not in. and then he speaks.

“Yes.” He says, quietly, just barely audible through the thick wood of the door. You take a deep breath, steel yourself and open the door.

You step through, cold feet meeting a blue carpet, and close the door behind you. Illumi looks up, staring at you with wide, confused eyes. He’s sitting on the floor with his study materials spread neatly on a low table. You smile.

“Can I study with you?” You ask, hiding your shaking hands behind your back. Illumi blinks for a moment, as if mentally calculating whether or not it's a good idea. Finally, he nods.

“I don't see why not.” He says, looking back to his own study materials. You smile.

“Thanks,” You say, moving into the room and bending down to place your study materials out. Illumi makes an odd noise, like a choke and a cough at the same time. You look up, worried. His face is a little flushed.

“You ok?” You ask, sitting down across from him at the low table. Illumi nods.

“I am fine.” He says, eyes wandering from you to your work to the wall behind you. You shrug, turning to your study materials. The room sinks into silence, broken by the occasional turning of pages and the scratching of pencil on paper. Finally, when you think he's adjusted to your presence enough, you speak.

“Hey Illumi, what did you mean when you said I was normal?”

Illumi looks up from his work, eyes darting past your chest a little slowly and focusing on your eyes. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Exactly what it sounds like.” He says, as if it's obvious. You frown.

“But what does it mean?” You try again, “Like that im ugly?”

“You are not ugly.” Illumi says, voice sounding a bit weird. You flush.

“Oh, thanks.” You say, scratching your chain awkwardly. “Is it that I'm boring?”

Illumi stares at you long and hard, barely blinking. It seems like he's trying to figure out why you're upset. It reminds you of a robot, updating its programming as it tries to figure out what the weird human is upset about. Finally, he shakes his head.

“The words I used were inappropriate. I apologize.” Illumi offers, face still blank. “I simply met you were not the tyrant your mother portrayed you as.”

You frown. You've heard those words before, the insults aren't uncommon from your mother. But it still hurts. Your chest aches as you force a smile.

“Oh, really?” You say, forcing a fake laugh. “What did she say?”

Illumi frowns slightly, watching your face closely. He seems to be scanning for any change, any hint that you're upset. But your poker face is flawless, you've had a lot of practice. Finally, he opens his mouth.

“You were a spoiled brat who would throw a tantrum at a moment's notice.” He says, placing his pencil down on the table. “I was informed you went to my school, so I decided to meet you. You were not like I had been told, and I simply expressed it poorly.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach. You know your mother doesn't like you that much, or at least never wanted children, but is this what she thought of you? You feel like you're going to cry. You don't want to, you can't cry in front of Illumi. But against your will you feel tear after tear roll down your face. Illumi looks almost helpless as you cry, whipping it away with the back of your hand.

“Are you sad?” Illumi asks, frowning. He looks like he doesn't know what to do.

“Yes, Illumi.” You sob, tears rolling faster and faster down your face. “I'm crying. Have you never seen a girl cry?”

Illumi shakes his head, hand hanging awkwardly in the air between you. He clenches his fingers a few times, then lets it drop down.

“I don't really talk to girls.” Illumi says, staring in confusion as the tears roll down your cheeks. He looks almost adorable in his helplessness. Your shoulders shake as you cry, big fat tears rolling down your face and hitting the fabric of your tank top, soaking the blue fabric a darker blue. Illumi stares, awkwardly shuffling his pencil around in front of him. Finally, you give up.

“You're supposed to comfort crying girls.” You whimper, wiping the tears away as fast as they come.

“Comfort?” Illumi asks, tilting his head. You nod.

“Just give me a hug, Illumi.” You cry, crawling around the table towards him. Illumi sits there awkwardly as you throw yourself against his black covered chest. You cry into the turtleneck he's wearing, muffling your sobs into his chest. Illumi sits straight up, hands hovering awkwardly above your body until finally, when you crawl fully onto his lap, he settles them on your back. His hands are big, and warm. Finally, the tears start to subside.

You snuggle into his neck and shoulder, warm and snug against his surprisingly hot body. In both temperature and stature, actually. He has broad shoulders, and strong arms through the thick black fabric of the turtleneck. You giggle, drawing circles on his shoulders as you wipe the last tears away.

“Thanks for giving me a hug.” You sigh, still burrowing into his warm body. Illumi coughs, the sound loud in the relative silence of the house.

“I apologize if it was a poor hug. I was never taught to give one.” He says, voice rumbling out from his chest. You giggle, shifting on his lap.

“What are you talking about, silly. No one gets taught how to hug.” You say, running your hand through strands of his long, silky hair. Illumi coughs, clearing his throat as you shift on his lap again. The room sinks into comfortable silence for a moment.

“What, have you never hugged a girl before?” You laugh, moving again. Illumi makes a choked little sound in his throat, and shakes his head.

“I told you, I don't really talk to girls.” He says, his voice sounding a bit strained. You frown, pulling away from his chest to look him directly in the face. A faint flush has painted itself across his cheeks.

“Hey, are you alright? You sound weird.” You say, bringing a hand up and pressing it against his forehead. You shift on his lap a bit as you bring your other hand up, touching your own forehead. He doesn't have a fever, at least.

“I am fine.” Illumi nods. His cheeks are still just the palest petal pink, but his ears have started burning pure red among the strands of black hair. You're kind of alarmed. You dont think you’ve ever seen a hint of pink on his face, and now you see so much. You shift slightly as Illumi’s hands fall, grabbing your waist tightly.

“You should get off.” He says, voice warbling slightly. You frown, trying to ignore how butterflies rise in your stomach as his hands clench around your waist.

“Wait, why?” You ask, grabbing his shoulders as you slip slightly, pulling yourself close against him. “I was enjo—”

You stop suddenly as you feel something under your thigh. Illumi looks away, body tensing as you move experimentally, pressing against the thing. It jumps against you. Illumi chokes.

“Are you hard?” You ask, voice loud in the silence. Illumi winces slightly.

“No.” He says, pulling his head back until his hair partially obscures his face. You shift experimentally and are rewarded with his hands clenching down on your waist.

“Illumi you literally are.” You say, biting back a smile. Illumi doesn't say anything. Now you know you should be disgusted. He's your step-brother, after all. But, you can't quite bring yourself to pull away and run to your room. So instead you slide down his thighs, slowly crawling backwards on the floor until you're sitting a few feet in front of Illumi. His face looks dreadfully blank, like he expects you to slap him. Your eyes trace down his figure, taking in his broad shoulders and trim waist, and the bulge in his pants. You really wanna fuck him. But somehow, that seems like too much. Like it's a line you can't cross as step siblings, so you'll settle for this. Reaching your hand out slowly, carefully, you bring it down, stroking him over his pants.

The effect is instantaneous. Illumi’s back straightens, his body tensing as a small groan leaks out from between his clenched lips.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Illumi asks, obviously trying to keep his tone even as you stroke him.

“Thanking you.” You smile, pulling the belt of his sweatpants down. There's a small wet patch on his gray underwear, near the tip. You grin, licking your lips, and pressing your hand against him. Illumi whimpers, and quickly bites the rest of the sound back. You wish he would let all of his sounds out, but you doubt he will. And so you pull him out of his boxers, stroking him gently in your hand. Illumi bites his lips, eyes falling closed as you stroke him. He looks so pretty like this. Back straight and stiff, hair pooling around his shoulders and hitting the ground, cheeks flushed cherry blossom pink. You grin, mouth watering, and bend down.

“Wait, Name.” Illumi protests, his voice slightly hoarse. You pause, looking up at him from your position on the floor. His black eyes are filled with swirling lust and something else you can't quite place.

“Yeah?” You ask, letting a big glob of spit fall from your lips and plop onto Illumis dick. It twitches and Illumis shoulders twitch with it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes locked on your own. You smile.

“I'm gonna give you a blowjob.” You say, and then start taking him into your mouth. He was clearly going to say more things, probably useless things that you don't want to hear, but they dissolve in his throat as you take him as far as you can, using your hand on the parts you can't reach. You make sure to use your hand on the parts you can't quite reach. Illumi groans again, as one hand clenches in the fabric of the carpet, and the other grabs your hair. You humm around him, pulling up and down, doing your best to drive him mad. It must be working, too, because tiny huffs and groans have started to leak out, even though he must be doing his best to hold them back. You can feel him twitching in your throat, probably close to cumming.

You smile around him, pressing a kidd to the tip before eating him down your throat again. Illumi groans, hand yanking your hair a bit as he does.

“Wait name im—”

He doesn't get to finish his sentence before something warm and sticky is flowing down your throat. You do your best to swallow it all before you pull off him, licking your lips. And then you realize what you just did. Illumi looks out of it, his black eyes hazy and confused, his cheeks still flushed. His dick is lying on the hem of his pants, tracking spit and cum on them. He looks very pretty. And then it just hits you what you’ve done. You gave your step brother a blowjob. You jump to your feet, trying to fix your hair. Illumi startles, shoving himself back into his underwear and pulling up his pants. Finally, when the room sinks into silence, you speak.

“Don't tell anyone.” You say, whipping a spot of cum off your boobs. Illumis eyes jump there, and then back to your own. You wait for him to agree, then flee to your room in embarrassment. What the hell have you done.

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So maybe your plan to get to know your step brother didn't exactly go as you had thought. But you were still determined to get to know them. Without the blowjob part, obviously. You sigh, turning a page in your book as you stare into space. The library was your favorite part of your house. The smell of books and lavender filled your nostrils and helped you calm down. The light was golden, pouring over the little seating area you’ve found yourself in. It was a perfect place to read.

Too bad you're not actually reading, just trying to forget the Blowjob Incident™ from two days ago. You sigh, remembering it again and shifting your legs. You hate to admit how much it kinda turns you on. How you just wanna go back and demand that Illumi eat you out. You sigh, crossing your legs again, and closing your book with a slam. Well, the book was boring anyway.

Your socked feet make barely a noise on the hardwood floors as you move back into the tall bookshelves that rise to the sky. Well, the ceiling. The bookshelves aren't that tall but they still feel tall. You slip the book away, and then move down the narrow hallways of books running your hand along their spines. Maybe a smut book will make you a little less pent up. Or more, but you could at least blame it on the book then, and not the Blowjob Incident™.

The smut section of the library was there when you and your mom moved in. Actually, most of the books were. It makes sense because the house has been in your family for generations. You chose not to think too hard about which of your dead relatives had picked out the smut books. You had already read all of them, but you scanned the shelf for one of the better ones.

Finally you spot one, the familiar gold and red cover sitting teasingly out of reach on the top shelf. You stand on your tippy toes, and reach up as high as you can, your fingertips just brushing the bottom. You brace your hand against one of the lower shelves and strain as high as you can. Someone chuckles behind you. And then a warm body comes up behind you, reaching just the last few inches to grab the book from the shelf and recede. You spin, and take in Chrollo, standing in front of you with the book outstretched.

“Here you go,” He says, offering you the book. You take it quickly, holding it against your chest as you flush.

“Thanks,” You say, hiding the title of the book as best you can. Better to be safe than sorry. Chrollo smiles slightly, folding his arms across his chest. He's wearing a fluffy looking sweater. You clear your throat, still standing with your back against the smut books.

“Are you enjoying the library?” You ask, in a hurry to change the subject, so he doesnt start asking questions about your book.

“Yes it's quite extensive.” Chrollo says, brushing a hand through his hair. “I myself have been enjoying the philosophy and nonfiction sections.”

“Oh,” You say, smiling slightly. “Those sections are pretty good, the nonfiction section especially has some pretty interesting and rare books. ”

“You seem to know this library pretty well.” Chrollo says, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black pants. “I assume you’ve read most of the collection?”

“Yep, almost all of it.” You say, smiling excitedly. “I haven't quite got through the cookbook section.”

You love the library. It's such a lovely place to escape too. And besides, your mother never comes in here. She says it's too dusty, even though the maids do a wonderful job of cleaning the entire house. You sigh, leaning back against the bookcase. Chrollo frowns.

“You seem upset about something.” He says, moving a few steps closer. You sigh. Your mothers words still sit a bit heavy in your heart, but you're more used to her cruelty than you should be. It's embarrassing that you're actually more upset about the Blowjob Incident™. But you definitely can't tell Chrollo that. So your mother is getting thrown under the bus. Besides, you're kind of curious to hear what they were told about you.

“What where…” You say, clearing your throat, and trying again. “Well I mean, how much did you guys know about me before you moved in.”

Silence falls for a moment as Chrollo considers you, taking in your body, clothes up a turtleneck, pleated skirt and socks, your face as you avoid his eyes. Then he speaks.

“Oh, not much. At least I wasn't told anything.” Chrollo says almost soothingly, moving forward to pat you gently on the arm as he continues. “I know father told Illumi a bit more.”

You frown, tilting your head.

“Why not you?” You ask, looking up at him. Chrollo stifles a smile.

“Oh, Father and I don't get along.” He rubs your shoulder reassuringly, and you shiver as his warm hand leaves you. “Illumi listens to him. Hisoka and I do not.”

“Oh,” You say, shoving down your confusion and the urge to pry. “Well, did you know anything?”

“Your age and gender.” Chrollo says, patting you on the head with a chuckle. “Is that what you were upset about? Don't you worry, We all had a favorable impression of you the moment we saw you.”

You frown, brow furrowing in confusion as Chrollo steers both of you out of the seas of bookshelves and back into the rest area. You spot a book resting open on the couch, a mug of something warm on the table. Steam spirals into the air, and you sit down on the other end of the couch, watching Chrollo as he picks up the book, sitting neatly in the middle. You sigh, brushing your hair out from behind you and leaning back, closing your eyes. The sounds of page turning fills the air, broken only by Chrollo’s slow, even, breathing.

You open your own book, too embarrassed to change books now. What would you say if he asked why you were exchanging your book? ‘Oops, I grabbed a smut book because I was feeling horny after I gave your brother a blowjob, and I'm too embarrassed to read it in front of you.’ Hello no. Besides, Chrollo isn't paying attention to you, and you’ve already read this book a thousand times. The smut won't turn you on as it once had, you're sure.

You were wrong. Maybe it's something about the fact that chrollo is sitting a few inches away, turning the pages of his own book calmly, or maybe you were just that horny, but you're barely into the smut scene when your pussy starts throbbing. You shuffle on the couch, crossing your legs and clenching your thighs together. You shiver at the little burst of pleasure that gave you and continue reading, body tight and tense. You're barely digesting the words on the page, far too busy being distracted by the warm body a few inches away from you. Chrollo is much more interesting than the stupid smut book anyway.

You look at him out of the corner of your eyes. His hair falls gently, angled down towards the book in his lap. It's some philosophy book, you don't care enough to try to make out the tiny text at the top of the page. Chrollo's skin is pale, sharp against the black of his hair. It's a close shade to the cream white of his sweater. You want to reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes, then beg him to kiss you senseless.

You curse the universe for giving you such hot men who were so close in age to you and lived with you, and then making them your step siblings. So out of reach. You ignore the looming memories of the Blowjob Incident™, and turn a page, trying to focus on the smut scene. But words on a page cannot distract you from the subtle scent of Chrollo's cologne, floating in the air between you. You shift uncomfortably on the couch as your pussy floods with heat, your body begging to be touched.

You're crossing your legs again when Chrollo speaks.

“You seem a bit restless.” He says, pausing before the last word. You slam your book shut, not even bothering to put a bookmark in it. Your face must be flushed, you know.

“I guess.” You say, clearing your throat. You swear you can hear your arousal in your voice, smell it in the air. The room sinks into silence as Chrollo puts a bookmark in his book, setting it down on the table with a soft thump. You clutch yours in your lap, kind of thankful for a hard thing to clutch. Not like that. Chrollo smiles at you softly, his gray eyes glowing slightly in the lowlight.

“Bad book?” He asks, gesturing towards the book in your lap with a nod. You squeak, shrugging.

“Uh, it's fine!” You say, putting it on your other side. You feel like a rubber band pulled tight, about to snap. Chrollo seems to be moving closer.

“I'm impressed,” Chrollo chuckles, scooting closer to you along the couch.

“What?” You say, heart pounding double time as his gray eyes move closer and closer. You scoot backwards until you're sitting with your back pressed against the arm. The book slides off the couch, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. Chrollo chuckles, stopping a few feet away from your knees.

“It's quite bold to read a smut book an inch away from your step brother.” Chrollo says simply, a small smile marking his pale lips. Your mouth drops open.

“How did you know?” You ask, voice a little to breathless for you liking. A flush is working its way up your chest and neck, and overtaking your face. Your traitorous pussy drools arousal on your panties. Chrollo chuckles.

“I memorized the Library layout.” He says, smoothing a hand over your sock covered calf. “I'm sure you did as well.”

You’ve had it memorized since you were a child. But you're very distracted right now by his warm hand as it moves slightly higher on your raised legs, now brushing past your knee. You bite back a whimper, not daring to make a noise as his hand travels higher and higher. Chrollo chuckles.

“We certainly aren't the best step siblings, aren't we?” He says, hand stroking up and down your thigh, tips of his fingers barely brushing the edges of your pleated skirt. His fingers feel hot against your bare skin. You slap your hand over your mouth, and Chrollo smirks.

“What are they going to say?” You whimper through your hand as Chrollo gently grips both your thighs, urging them apart. Chrollo chuckles, tugging down your panties, the last sticky barrier between him and your telling wetness.

“Who, our parents?” he asks, voice still so soft in the large silence of the caverness library. “They're never here. How could they know?”

You guess he's right, you think to yourself as he presses a delicate little kiss to your clit. How could they know, when neither of them pay attention to you. To any of their children, it seems. Your back arches against the couch, hands reaching down to tangle in Chrollo's black hair.

Chrollo eats pussy like a man starved. He eats you out like you're an oasis in a dry desert and he hasn't had a sip of water in years. He buries his head between your thighs, gripping your hips tightly as he licks and sucks you closer and closer to orgasm. You feel like you're losing your mind, tipping so close to insanity. Here you are, engaged in sexual activities with another one of your step brothers. Two out of three. And although you had initiated the one from a couple days ago, this one had been all Chrollo.

You whimper as you feel your orgasm threatening on the horizon, as you tug gently on Chrollo's soft hair and moan his name tellingly into the empty library.

“I'm gonna cum.” You whimper, warning him with a few extra tugs to the hair in case he isn't listening. He only doubles his efforts, concentrating his sucking and licking on your clit and tossing you off the cliff of orgasm like a rag doll. You moan loudly as you cun, body tensing and convulsing as you come undone, tugging at his hair.

It takes you a moment to come back, blinking up at the overhead lights. And when you speak, your voice is hoarse.

“You can't tell.” You say, voice trembling in the room. You wait for Chrollo to nod, and when he does, then you flee again, pulling your panties up and dashing out of the room leaving Chrollo behind you.

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You straighten your back as you stand a few feet outside of the doors to the exercise room. You know Hisoka is in there. You know he's there because you made sure to triple check with him, and both his brothers. You need to talk to him. Urgently, one might say, because you're kind of having a crisis, and it's surprisingly hard to get him alone to talk. But the crisis. Maybe it has something to do with the incidents that had happened in the last week. You shiver slightly as you remember them, body trembling as it recalls all of it. You shake your head, straighten your shoulders, and march into the gym with your head held high.

You don't go in here often. You don't like working out, preferring sports to things like gyms and working out. But you know the general layout.

Hisoka is over by the rack of weights. You can see his brilliant hair from all the way across the room, as he does some sort of weight exercise. You move through the room, catching your own reflection out of the corner of your eye in the mirror lining one wall. The room is silent, besides for the sound of your feet on the cold concrete floor, and the muffled music blasting from Hisoka’s headphones.

He hasn't spotted you yet. As you move closer, you watch his arm muscles bulge, completely put on display by the black tank top he's wearing. You clear your throat, begging your already fried nerves and the arousal beating at your gut to calm down.

“Hisoka? Can I talk to you?” You say, trying to be audible over the music pounding in his headphones. Hisoka looks up, meeting your eyes in the mirror in his sharp yellow gaze, and then smiles.

“Ah, Name. I didn't see you there.” He says, placing the weight back in the rack, and pulling his headphones out of his ears. “Come to watch me workout?”

He winks, and you chuckle. He's not wrong, that's what you were doing just then. You shake any traces of arousal out of your face and force a smile.

“Um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” You say, bringing a hand to your mouth. You chew anxiously on your nails, heart pounding a bit too fast. Hisoka’s brow furrows, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Is something wrong, darling?” He asks, moving closer to you, gently grabbing your hand and lowering it away from your mouth. You almost flinch as his hot fingers touch you, as he gets close enough and all you can see is the beads of sweat lingering on his skin. You want to lick them off, oddly enough. His hand is still holding your wrist. He can probably feel your pulse beating double time.

“I,” You start, then clear your throat. “Well, this is kind of embarrassing.”

Hisoka raises an eyebrow, hidden behind his bright red hair. His eyes flicker the length of your body again, taking in your pajama shorts and t-shirt you cut into a crop top. You look like a slob, but he'd already seen you when he got home and you figured it would be weird if you showed up wearing something nicer to have this conversation. You didn't even know if he would believe you, or what he would say. You shake your head, begging your face not to flush.

“Well, recently, i've been trying to get to know Illumi and Chrollo,” You start. Hisoka chuckles.

“Oh how adorable~” He says, patting you gently on your head. He smells of salt and musk and faintly of cologne. “Aren't you just the sweetest.”

You flush, body heating up at the nickname. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is your hair natural?” You ask, too embarrassed to keep talking. Hisoka chuckles.

“Yes, doll. The three of us have different mothers.” He says, patting your head gently again. “Now what did you want to say?”

“Oh, um,” you stutter again, voice suddenly caught in your throat. “I'm not sure how to say this.”

Hisoka considers you, trying to peer into your soul through your eyes and figure out what's got you so worried. You almost wish he would. Then the words wouldn't have to pass your lips. He's starting to look almost worried. Or as worried as you've ever seen him look.

“Why don't you sit down,” he says. You plop down onto the mat below your feet, sitting with your legs crossed on the cushy material. Hisoka sits down opposite you, smiling patiently at you.

“Have my brothers been bothering you?” He asks, moving forward to smooth the wrinkle between your brows. “You don't deserve to worry your pretty head about those idiots.”

“Oh no, it's my fault too.” You say, shaking your head. Hisoka's hand withdraws, falling back into his lap. You don't know if you want him to touch you more or stand ten feet away. You can't decide which one you want more.

“Well, I think I've been a bad step sister.” You confide, leaning forward a bit. Hisoka raises an eyebrow,

“Oh why would you think that?” He purrs, reaching forward again to smooth a hand over your shoulder. “If anything, you're too good for undeserving men like us, doll.”

You smile, brushing your hair over your shoulder. The gym is empty besides the two of you. You don't know if anyone else is home. Your mother and her new husband are on some favation. Illumi is

“I guess. The other boys haven't complained or anything,” You flush, body temperature rising as you remember the things that had happened. “But, I keep doing things that step sisters aren't supposed to do.”

Hisoka’s face goes blank for a moment. He blinks a couple times, and then a smile appears on his face.

“Whatever are you talking about?” He asks, a fake smile still glued to his face. You flinch, face still flushed. It feels like he already knows what you mean, or has an idea. But he seems like he wants to hear it from your lips. Hear you say all the dirty forbidden things you've gotten up to with his half siblings. You lick your lips and clear your throat. Your hands are trembling in your lap, and you clench them against your pajama shorts, suddenly feeling too naked to be doing this. You don't know why.

Maybe it's how Hisoka is looking at you. His yellow eyes scan your body, taking in each square inch of bare skin on display for his viewing, or the careful way he holds himself. He looks predatory. You hate how it sends a bolt of heat to your gut. You take a deep breath, steady yourself, and speak.

“We have engaged in some sexual acts.” You whisper into the silence of the gym. Hisoka raises an eyebrow, looking mostly unsurprised.

His yellow eyes dart down again, scanning your body as if looking for evidence of what you have spoken into existence.

“I'm afraid you're going to need to be more specific, doll.” Hisoka says, voice light and teasing as if the two of you are discussing something as trivial as the weather. You gulp down your spit, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“I have Illumi a blow job. Chrollo ate me out.” You say, keeping your eyes closed. “What am I supposed to do?”

Silence echoes in the gym for a moment. And then Hisoka chuckles.

“Oh my, what a dilemma you seem to have, doll.” He laughs, the sound echoing in the empty room. You open your eyes, kind of confused.

“You seem surprised.” You say, eyes gliding over Hisoka’s body again before you can yank them up to his eyes. You're already a bit turned on from just talking to him, touching him, being near him. Not to mention thinking too much about the events of the last week.

“Oh, i figured it out as soon as you mentioned sexual acts.” Hisoka says, doing air quotations around the words ‘sexual acts’. He shoots you a wink as he continues. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Oh,” You say. He seems very casual about this, very unbothered. You pull your lower lip into your mouth, biting it as you watch him smile unnervingly. “Why aren't you angry?”

“Hmm~” Hisoka hums, eyes darting down to your mouth as you let your bottom lip out of your mouth, probably a bit red from the biting. “I wonder.”

It happens so fast. One moment you're sitting upright, watching Hisoka in front of you with apprehension. And then the next moment you're tumbling backwards, the world spinning on its axis. Your back hits the mat with a thump and you grunt. Hisoka looms over you, a feral light hiding in his eyes as he greedily scans you up and down.

“What?” You say breathlessly, biting back the moan that wants to leak out as you take in Hisoka above you. His hair droops around him in a brilliant red halo. He cages you against the matte softened floor, and you whimper as his thigh finds its way between your legs, pressing up into your pussy.

“My brothers and I are very different, you know.” Hisoka says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your neck. “But I suppose we are similar in some ways after all.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper, body reflexively straightening against his thigh. Your hands reach up to scrabble at his shoulders.

“Wait, Hisoka.” You whimper as he breaths hot and heavy on your ear, pressing hickeys on the skin under your ear. “No marks, they’ll see.”

Hisoka laughs huskily.

“Who doll?” He laughs, pressing his thug against your pussy harder. You whimper, pleasure running a hard line down your spine. You're losing your mind and he hasn't even taken your clothes off.

“Chrollo” You breathe, the name coming out as more of a moan. “And Illumi.”

“Ah, not those pesky absent parents of ours?” Hisoka says, a chuckle in his voice. “Oh they won't mind. If anything, they’ll take it as a challenge. How would you like that doll?”

You whimper, gripping his muscled shoulders tightly and digging your nails into his back. Hisoka grunts, body pressing you deep into the floor. You're trapped, between the matt covered floor and a body of solid muscle. Hisoka reaches down, using one hand to pull the loose pajama shorts off your body, tossing them somewhere behind him. You whimper as he yanks off your panties too, exposing your poor pussy to the bare air and the mean strokes of his corded thigh.

“You're so sexy,” You whimper as he drives his muscled thigh into your clit. You feel like you're going to break, just shatter to pieces right there on the gym floor. Hisoka laughs, heavy in your ear.

“What a slutty step-sister I have.” he breathes, voice deliciously husky. “I wonder. Could you handle all of us at once?”

Your pussy twitches against him, drooling more arousal, leaving sticky trains all over the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh god yes,” You whimper, images of it filling your mind. You're too turned on to be mortified as HIsoka laughs, kissing hickeys and bite marks all over your neck. You're losing your mind. It seems your three for three, and all you want to do is to be fucked stupid by your step brothers.

Hisoka chuckles, pulling away to stare down at you with lust driven yellow eyes, almost glowing behind curtains of red hair. And then he shoves two fingers into your mouth.

“Be a good girl and suck.” He coos, driving his thigh against your pussy in regular thrusts, driving you closer and closer to orgasms. You're gonna cum. Soon, you're so close to losing your mind.

You're sure you look like a mess. Your hair is a messy halo around your head two fingers shoved in your mouth, your body twisting and turning on the mat. Shorts and underwear long discarded, grinding your bare pussy on your step brother's clothed thigh. But you don't even care. Hisoka smiles above you, canines sharp in the lowlight.

“You gonna cum, doll?” he smiles. You nod, sucking his fingers obediently, whining around them as best you can. Hisoka smiles, merciful as an avenging angel above you.

“You've been so good, so I'll let you cum.” You coos, leaning the weight of his body on you as he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. You're about to protest, but you don't get words as he replaces his fingers with his lips, sealing your mouth in a kiss as you fall off the edge.

Your body convulses as you cum, grinding down on his thigh until you can't anymore, until you're screaming from oversensitivity and you yank yourself away from his thigh, trembling. Hisoka eats every moan and scream, muffling it with his tongue and his lips. Until finally, he pulls away with a little chuckle.

“Done already?” He coos, wiping the tears and spit from your face with a laugh. “I was just going to call the others.”

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Endnotes: i hope you guys enjoyed this kinktober ride as much as i did lol. This ones a bit long but i figured we’d better go out with a bang~

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whorergal · 2 years ago

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LOVERS THAT WENT WRONG

summary: instead of quinn, ethan is the one who “dies” in the apartment scene and leaves you heartbroken

warnings: description of blood, gore & murder. language (cussing). it follows the plot loosely.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: hiiii i haven’t written bc i’ve been uninspired but im forcing myself to write this one :-) this idea has been in my head for awhile and i just need to get it out before i forget sooo yeah :3 hope you enjoy! i might break this into two parts btw (also should i do a happy or angsty ending?)

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You walked inside your room with a wince. Since the recent Ghostface attack both Sam and Tara endured, they came up with the bright idea to invite everyone over your shared apartment. They thought with everyone in the same place it would eliminate the possibility of them being attacked again, or worse, ultimately killed. There was barely enough room in the apartment to house four girls so adding Chad, Mindy and Anika to the mix was chaotic.

Thankfully, Quinn was gone for the night. Apparently she had a one night stand that wanted to meet up so she left, despite Sam's excessive disapproval.

Tara was in the kitchen with Chad and Mindy, chatting and laughing very loud. The reason you found it annoying at the moment was because you forced your boyfriend, Ethan, to come over while he was trying to study for his Econ exam.

He was the one person you couldn't risk losing so if that meant you made him fail his exam because he couldn't focus, then yeah, that's what you'll do.

"Are they being too loud?" you asked him.

"If I say yes, could you shut them up?" He looked up wearing a sarcastic smile, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You chuckled breathlessly, taking a seat beside him on your bed. "I tried, believe me."

Ethan sighed, dropping his pen. "It's fine. I mean, I have an A in the class—one exam can't hurt…right?"

"How about this," you interrupted him before he began to ramble, handing him the granola bar he asked for. "I go out there and try to calm them down. I'll give you the space you need as well."

"Well, you can bother me all you want," he blurted. His cheeks turned red when he saw you look at him in surprise.

You leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Then you peppered kisses all over his face which made him scrunch his nose. "I love you and I want you to pass this exam. The least I could do is help you get some silence. It's my fault you're here in the first place."

"Hey, don't say that," he shushed you. "I wanted to come to see my beautiful girlfriend. Don't worry that pretty head of yours about me. I'll be fine." His words meant more because he knew how paranoid you'd become.

"Promise?"

Ethan paused to smile. "Promise."

He kissed you very briefly, looking at you in adoration which made you blush. The perfect moment was ruined when Mindy's roar bellowed all throughout the house.

"Stop! Don't! This is my favorite shirt, you asshole!"

You groaned in annoyance. "I'll take care of that. You stay here and study. I'll check up on you in a few."

"Okay, baby." He laughed, finding you adorable whenever you were mad. "Don't hurt them."

"No promises there."

You heard him laugh one last time before you exited, shutting your door behind you. Anika sat on the couch, giving you an annoyed look as well, seeing as she was trying to read her book.

"I tried to tell them," she said.

Nodding, you ventured over toward the kitchen where the four were all laughing. Tara noticed you first and dropped her smile, already knowing what was to come. You had just gotten done complaining about how loud they were and she was sure you were coming back to do just that.

Chad, however, was too oblivious to notice as he jumped up from his spot at your appearance. "There she is! Core fucking five in the house!" You hit him, making him wince. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Ethan's trying to study and you're yelling," you reprimanded him like he was a little kid.

"Shit. He's still doing that?"

Tara stifled a laugh while Mindy rolled her eyes.

"What's got you guys all rowdy, anyway?" You walked over to the pot that was brewing, taking a wooden spoon to sip on the suspicious liquid.

"Well, first Chad gave us a nickname to which I obviously disagreed with and he tried to splash me with soup," Mindy explained as she leaned against the counter.

"Core five." Chad smiled widely.

You furrowed your brows. "Isn't it core four?"

"Well, you know…" he trailed before he shook his head. "Look, it doesn't matter. There's five of us so I declare core five is now an official thing."

"You can't just give yourself a nickname, dingus," Mindy retorted, being the first to argue with her brother at any chance she got.

"Oh, of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Core five, up top!" Chad exclaimed with less volume then before, raising his hand in front of Mindy's face.

"No." She shook her head.

He turned to Tara. "Down low."

"Get that away from me."

"Please, for the love of God," he begged when he rose his hand toward Sam.

She smiled, but still didn't make a move.

He then turned to you. "If you don't high-five me, I'm going to scream."

"Don't do it." Mindy interrupted.

"You know, I would like some more respect from the fellow members of the core five." He gave up, crossing his arms.

"Please, stop calling us that," Tara pleaded, wincing.

"Guys," Anika's voice called but no one heard her, the sound of your laughter and teasing of Chad overpowering her. She dropped her book, getting up. "Guys! Stop. Listen."

You all silenced in curiosity. When you listened to Anika's orders, there was a loud crash heard in your room. You didn't immediately think of Ghostface just because there was no way they would be ballsy enough to attack someone with multiple people still in the apartment. You thought, at least.

"It's just Ethan. He must've dropped something." You calmed their nerves, turning around to get a water bottle from the fridge. "I'll go check on him."

Anika nodded, slowly sitting back down as she forced herself to believe your words.

Then, everyone's phones went off. You didn't have yours because you left it inside your room so you peered to look at Chad's phone who leaned it toward you to see.

The image caused your heart to fall to your stomach.

Danny, your next door neighbor, had shared a photo to everyone of Ethan being manhandled by Ghostface. It was then that his screaming filled the silent apartment and your flight instincts kicked in.

You dropped your water, running straight to your room in the attempt to help him. "Ethan!"

Right before you could open the door, Sam pulled you back very roughly. You lost your balance, falling into her arms as she held you close. You started to fight against her but she shushed you which had you pausing in confusion.

Chad had Tara in his arms, who was following straight after you in order to aid you while Anika was pushing Mindy behind her. When you all focused on the noise, you realized that…there was no noise. The photo echoed in your mind like a throbbing reminder to what was happening behind the door but the eerie quietness of what should be filled with screams of pain caused you to relax in Sam's arms.

"Ethan," you whispered shakily.

You pushed Sam away from you, getting up and shoving the door open. You knew the risk. You knew going in there would only cause more casualties but you couldn't find anything in you to care. All you cared about was Ethan.

"Y/N, no!" you heard them all shout at once.

Once you pushed the door open, simultaneously, Ethan's body was thrown on top of you. His dead weight caused you to lose balance again and fall to the floor, hitting your head on the wooden surface.

Then, reality sunk in and you let out a horrific scream that sent chills down everyone's body at the sight of Ethan's lifeless eyes staring right into you. His blood was coating your entire body, his body still warm but his face pale. His brown eyes held no emotion and his lips were untouched.

You wanted this to be a joke. You wanted him to wake up and say he was just kidding even if it would be a shitty prank to pull on someone. You wanted to hear him say your name, or hear his chuckle whenever he laughed at his own jokes. You felt tears pouring out of your eyes subconsciously. You couldn't even find the strength in you to push his body off of you because you didn't want to.

A strong pair of hands gripped you suddenly, forcing you up and causing you to toss Ethan's body carelessly to the side, making his arm to hit the floor motionlessly as his face was now staring at the ceiling.

It was there that you briefly got a good look at the wounds on his body. Blood was smeared all over his stomach that you couldn't even see the light blue that used to be the color of his shirt. You could see some wounds in his stomach still gushing fresh blood too. It was also splattered all over his face and drenched his pants as well. You felt sick to your stomach.

"Ethan, no," you whimpered very desperately.

Tara pushed you forward, forcing you out of the building and down the stairs. You were completely in their control as every limb in your body went numb. Chad was practically carrying you at that rate because you couldn't build the power to even stand.

It was when Anika's screams echoed the empty stairwell that kicked you back into gear. Throwing him off guard, you managed to shove him away from you which sent both him and Tara falling against the wall harshly.

You rushed back up the stairs and ran face first into the closed door. You tried to open it but it was locked. No matter how hard you try to shove yourself against it, it wouldn't budge. Not only was it locking you out from not being able to grieve over your dead boyfriend but helping Mindy, Anika and Sam, who were now trapped inside with Ghostface.

"Shit," Tara gasped as she realized.

You both pounded on the door, as if expecting Ghostface to happily answer and let you two in. It was silent on their end which only made you three more paranoid.

"Do you have your keys?!" Chad asked.

"No, I left them inside!" Tara exclaimed in worry, turning back around to continue pounding on the door.

"Look, we have to go get help," Chad tried his best to reason rightfully, his response valid. "If we stay out here, we'll only waste more time."

"Oh, god…" you trailed your words, becoming weak again as you looked down at your hands. "His blood. He's dead. He's actually gone. I can't—"

"Hey, I got you," Chad whispered, pulling you into his arms as he guided you and Tara down the stairs. He wanted to worry about Mindy but he needed to be strong for you two, who seemed in worse shape than he was.

You don't remember how but Chad got you three down the stairs safely and called for help. The police arrived too late as when they went up to help them, Sam and Mindy had made it across the building inside Danny's apartment without Anika, who succumb to her wounds while being thrown off the ladder that they climbed on.

Mindy, Tara and Chad both sat in one ambulance while you sat in your own, wanting to be left alone.

You stopped crying after an hour but the pained feeling was still alive in your chest. What was worse was that you weren't allowed back inside your apartment to get his things as it was now a crime scene so you sat in thought. You had nothing left of him. Just his blood on your clothes.

When you realized this, you began to cry again. You dropped your head into your knees, curling up against the wall of the ambulance as police scattered around.

You brought your head up when you felt someone sit beside you. Ready to tell them to leave you alone, you saw Mindy offering her blanket to you. She was the only one who understood what you were going through so you accepted it and leaned to cry on her shoulder.

While she remained emotionless, you cried for the both of you. She just held you close, rubbing your arm.

"Y/N, Mindy," the voice that belonged to Quinn snapped you into reality. "I'm so sorry."

"Step the fuck back," Mindy warned, tightening her grip around you. "You're at the top of my list."

"I'm sorry, alright?" Quinn whispered, but she looked at you very specifically when saying that. "I'm sorry."

You gave her a forced smile, watching as she was pulled away by Sam. It gave you and Mindy space to grieve.

#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #jack champion #scream imagine #scream vi imagine

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lostiolite · 3 months ago

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Soulmate au; Kai x reader Drabble

Not proof read, wc: 600~ (takes place in college years)

“Dont … say that again?’ were the words etched on your arm. The first thing your soulmate would say to you. You can only wonder how that encounter will go down.

You were returning from your college classes with your friend Fumiko. You two had an art class together and you were hauling some art supplies with. You and Fumiko were planning on studying (moreso drawing) after school. The usual library you two went to was under maintenance so you two were going an unfamiliar route. You had never been to the area before, luckily Fumiko has. She gave you a run down of the precautions to take. Apparently there were a lot more thugs and crime syndicates in the area. ‘Keep to yourself and you’ll be fine’ she says as you are walking. You nod, affirming that you’ll stay safe. The city area is different from what you’re used to, its fine. It's rather hot and humid out as well, you’re wearing a short sleeve to battle the heatt.You take in the unfamiliar scene before your eyes as your practically sweating buckets.

You aren't paying attention when you violently bump into someone. Your art supplies block your general view. You don't get a good look at the man?- you assume due to his tall and bulky stature as you frantically plead out.

”Oh! Im, so so sorry” you apologize clutching your art supplies

“dont-“ you scurry way, catching up to Fumiko and not bothering to listen to the mans response, as you are much too embarrassed.

You and Fumiko get in the study room safely, you set your bags and supplies down and get to work. You converse with Fumiko as you two draw. The two of you are working on a combined art project. Your own world with characters that you create together, the two of you are working on serializing it. While the two of you are still in school with many other obligations, you two always make room for your passion project. The music from your combined playlist playing in the background as the sun slowly sets. The two of you call it a day and pack up. Bidding farewell as the two of you head in different directions.

You step out the building as you the sun is down, meaning there is going to be less people out. You put in your earbuds as the way back home is going to be much longer than usual. Due to this, you fail to notice the man trailing you.

You ran away, you didn’t even bother to look in his direction. He wondered as he laid in bed. Countless questions in his head. He wonders how you didn't realize he was your soulmate. Seriously? Who were you? What were your aspirations? Were you also part of a crime syndicate, were you just some civilian, or worse a hero. He shivers at the thought. Surely he wasn’t cursed with a sick soulmate? The paper report from the man he sent to follow you and another underling to stalk your socials and find out everything about you (though, at this moment only the bare minimum was known) was situated on his night stand. Your name was utterly ethereal to him for no reason. You made it into one of Japan's top art schools, meaning you're rather skilled, no? And oh, you were the most beautiful being he had laid eyes on. It was weird, disgusting.

He as a child didn’t care about soulmates. he wanted nothing more than the yakuza to be brought to glory again. Why was he no plagued by thoughts of you? he felt sick. Does he leave it at that, never to see you again, the logical part of him says so. But he wants to see you once more. he wonders if he should ask the boss for advice.

#overhaul #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #mha #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader

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alicentsgf · 4 months ago

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I’m loosing my mind with the way they are adding and changing things from the book to something worse, apparently daeron is a bastard( it’s a leak but so far everything has been proven to be right, and with the writers I wouldn’t be so shocked) b&c was a propaganda told by alicent that was forgotten by everyone on the show, I honestly expected it to in the least sort of haunt the narrative for a time like it was one of the biggest breaking point of the dance, rhaenyra was the one who caused the blockade that starved the people and somehow ended up as the savior for sending them food..?

maybe I’m just a hater idk

Its okay im a hater too. Im enjoying the show for what it is now because I know I wont be able to just stop watching, but im not impressed I think thats been clear.

They love to make alicent some kind of massive hypocrite so i cant even say that it would suprise me that much. You can just tell they're itching to say 'look shes no better than rhaenyra!'. genuinely if they make daeron a bastard im gonna go off the deep end. they'd be ruining their own (already weak) characterisation of alicent so the fans can take a cheap shot at her. like the point ISNT that shes morally "better" or "worse" than rhaenyra. Its not fucking abt that. The point has been missed so badly its halfway to the moon by now. Its insane. Theres no fixing it honestly. Even if daerons trueborn, some of the leaks i've heard for the end of the season sound like absolute dogshit. But theres already been so much that doesnt make sense im not even surprised anymore.

Like the whole blockade/famine storyline makes no sense logistically, and it wasnt necessary even if they wanted there to be a riot, the writers are just lazy fucks idk what to tell you. they went with the easy option even with it making no sense. Why do poor people riot? I mean food obviously. The smallfolk could never have actual opinions that would make some of them want to riot ofc. None of them could actually support her claim without getting their Rhaenyra-branded care packages.

Every week i feel like they are spoonfeeding us the sloppiest weakest storytelling ever, even when some of the dialogue and acting is good. every plot point just futhers some half-baked 2nd wave feminist bullshit that comfortably caters to a modern audiences perspective rather than actually exploring the society this all takes place in, all the while skipping over what should be some of the biggest emotional beats of the story just because ?? they cant be bothered to write them ??? Idk.

#hotd #hotd critical #anti hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf #hotd spoilers #daeron targaryen #rant over #for a bit

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chaoticmannamedoliver · 3 months ago

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Okay so, below is a health ish update and a vent about my former GP- cause they did smth that feld dehumanizing. This is mostly just so other people who might have similar health issues to me, can point me into right directions....im iffy about doctors rn-

Contents:

- stupid thing my GP did

- listing of my pains i have that neither of my 2 GP's ive been to acknowledged or bothered with. If you have something similar or know ANYTHING, i really need help, even just little things to make it easier.

- So, what my last gp did -

So i had an appointment with her recently that i took my boyfriend too since he was visiting me anyway- love him

I sat down, and the whole appointment was just a disappointment. She basically gave up on figuring out why im dizzy or why my blood pressure is so high with 18. I asked what im supposed to do with my heart, what im supposed to do about the dizzy- that i came to her for answers- but the woman who seemed so keen on finding out whats wrong with me, cursing my first gp for just prescribing me HBP Meds without further research and who daid she loved working with young adults...just apparently gave up n said is nothing n that i should just continue talking my meds. I had my shitty ass cane to the appointment with me, which she asked about - and i said it helped me with my dizzy, to which she rolled her eyes

She offered one more test, probably just to get me out and left for a bit to talk with a doctor. In the meantime i had a breakdown because i got no answers- and didn't get any further.

When she came back, she told me to get up and go straight, i asked to where exactly- then she grabbed my arm, took my cane from me and with a very uncomfortable grip, dragged me to the waiting area in front of the room for the last test and sat me down, giving the cane to my probably very taken aback partner who had followed us and mutteredthat i didn't need it and. I had another breakdown and didn't understand what happened yet- but it felt bad, dehumanizing?? GP asked me not to cry, and that what she did was just to give me courage and then just left. It felt like she never listened to anything i said- and i still don't know what to make of what happened - if anyone has suggestions- do tell? It felt....hurtful

- My issues and ows and whatnot -

So, there are a few, especially now that i have someone who actually tells me that they're not normal.

- my feet/heels start hurting after 5 ish minutes of standing

- i get dizzy if i stand for a minute or two on bad days and good days it kicks after 1-10 minutes

- heat and shower makes dizzy worse. A sitting think in the shower would make it better

- i have too high blood pressure if i don't take the meds.

- no, the dizzy doesn't come from any ear organ stuff. Tested that.

- the dizzy had gotten. Better after the meds, now its hard to tell.

- sometimes my gravity just says no.

- after maybe 30 min to an hour of walking, my feet/heels hurt. After a certain point i get dizzy. Then no amount of break will fix it. I need to lay down.

- without my cane, walking feels heavy. Please let me use my cane for fucks sake im going to hit the next doctor who says i don't need it i swear to GOD.

- growth pain. After a day of walking. Or cleaning. My knees and shins hurt. Especially once im laying again. They hurt so much that i want to claw at them. Take them out. Agony. Luckily ive started to recognize the kinda pain early and take a paracetamol- but without it? Not matter what position, im in pain

I don't think im supposed to have growth pain anymore with almost 19, right?

- when i get dizzy, the ground feels like its zooming away from me

- i was born at the end of the 6th month? If that helps any-

- inherited migraines from my dad- also just side info

#@chaotic man named oliver #health issues #health #i dunno if im disabled? maybe probably not or its chronic pain or smth??? i really dunno anything <:[#chronic pain?#chronic illness #chronic pain #help #advice #disability #disability advice

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a-deck-of-cards · 1 year ago

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core 4 polycule hcs ( + some lgbtq+ hcs )

bc i want what they have :(

inspired by this post!1!1! ( go check it out srsly, it’s amazing )

tim is transmasc n bi

kon is cis n omni

bart is cis n asexual but he’s not too sure

annnd cassie is bi n closeted demi-girl

and ofc all of em are poly

tim is dating benard and cassie is dating cissie as well !!

tim is autistic, bart is audhd, kon has adhd and cassie is cassie (im not too sure yet)

when bart is overexcited / overwhelm, his powers go haywire and he really can’t control it anymore so kon uses his ttk to pull bart back to his feet

ma kent would invite them over to the farm where they learn how to make flower crowns with their colours

tim is red, bart is orange, kon is blue and cassie is yellow.

tim and kon were the first ones to start dating, then cassie joined in and then bart.

they would do cuddle piles all the time to get rid of the touch starvation.

tim didn’t want to tell bruce about this yet because he was unsure on how he would feel and whether he could accept it

they (cassie, kon, bart) told him to take his time and whatever happens, they will never leave his back.

cassie have chronic nightmares and panic attacks because of the nightmares.

tim would help cassie whenever she’s having one because he’s the most familiar with it and he’s usually up due to his insomnia

he would stay with her until she falls asleep again

kon, bart or cassie picks tim up to go to places bc apparently vehicles take too long

sometimes bart and kon would abduct tim bc they have no sense of boundaries.

cassie is too sensible to do that though.

everyone except bart have a drivers license to use when they’re in their civilian identity

bart is either too distracted or can just use his super speed without being seen.

bart has the biggest hair out of all of em

so they like to play and braid it sometimes

they also played with tim’s hair when he grew it out.

(short hair cassie supremacy)

cassie and kon are tall and is very muscle-y and tim and bart are small and lanky (tim especially)

so when they cuddle tim and bart have to be on the top or else they’d get crushed.

bart and tim constantly play video games with each other because yk theyre both obsessed.

i feel like ppl underestimate kon’s ttk

he can literally control any matter at touch

so he helps warm up cassie’s stomach whenever she’s have cramps

tim is the only one who gets sick bc

bart’s a speedster and they heal very fast, kon’s half kryptonian and well cassie’s a demigod

so they band up together to try and take care of tim when he’s sick

but tim would say he isn’t for the first couple days until it became too big of a bother

and he has it worse bc of his missing spleen

usually it ends in chaos

#theyre so cute #hshshhshsja #core 4 #young justice #tim drake #kon el #cassandra sandsmark #bart allen #cissie king jones #benard dowd #cissiecassie #timber #autistic tim drake #autistic bart allen #adhd bart allen #adhd kon el

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fraudulent-cheese · 6 months ago

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So i finished watching TDPI (and i have a theory on why it's so hated)

Yeah, it's actually been nearly a week since i watched the finale. Took me that long to scrounge up the motivation to write this post lol

I watched episodes 9-13 with my buddy @rockin-it-rusty again, and i have. thoughts.

Honestly, Hurl and Go Seek and Scarlett Fever were probably the highlights of the season. They're pretty funny episodes, where both Jasmine and Shawn's conflict is solved and Sky and Dave's relationship hits a brick fucking wall due to Dave's own character flaws. The set-up for the challenge is also pretty unique for an eating challenge and i like the comedy! Also Scarlett Fever having an actual antagonistic force is fun.

But i'll be real: I barely even remember anything from episode 11. And i don't remember much from episode 12, either. Doesn't help i wasn't the most concentrated on the episodes themselves, but the challenges and the character relationships weren't the most compelling/interesting to me. I'll say this though, Sugar and Sky's weird little alliance was fun while it lasted.

As for Lies, Cries and One Big Prize... God, the finale's mid. Im already not invested in Jasmine and Shawn's conflict, and im not gonna be invested in this either! But i think Skave's conflict is actually interesting here! Sky kissing Dave while having a boyfriend back home she wanted to break up with but forgetting to is interesting, and even Dave reacting very very badly to being rejected in episode 9 was fun to see. It's like. Oh my god. A relationship this season having some depth??? That i don't need to extrapolate myself?? There's three things that kill it for me though.

If you've been following this blog for a while, or hell have talked to me on Discord, you KNOW i am not a fan of straight, basic romance, and that's basically all that skave is for like half the season. Granted they have a better start than jashawn, who just blush at eachother once and then the plot happens, but that doesn't mean it's any less boring to me! The misscommunications are frustating because they feel completely artificial, and they only get compelling by Hurl and Go Seek. The episode Dave gets eliminated in.

The second thing that bothers me is that Sky leading Dave on in the finale (and that is what she's doing during the final challenge since she doesn't want to date him afterwards) is out of character for her. Her whole thing is winning honestly; she literally tells Sugar two episodes earlier that she can't cheat during the challenges or else they won't have an alliance because Sky's uncomfortable with that. Why would she be comfortable leading anyone on, even if it's for a victory then? It's still cheating! You could argue it's to push a contrast between her sportsmanship and her apparently being a disaster in relationships in that regard but i seriously doubt that's what the writers were going for!

The final nail in the coffin for me though is Dave's entire reaction. It's pretty funny how pathetic he is about it in episode 9, but his attempted murder of Sky is going just a bit too far? Especially since the worst he did earlier on this season was being a little bitch and being insistent. Would i belive he'd probably not react well? Absolutely. Would he try getting back at Sky? Oh, definitely, that guy's not well adjusted. Would he try killing her? I don't think so. I don't know, Total Drama makes you do crazy shit.

But yeah, those last couple of episodes have made me realise exactly why i belive Pahkitew Island seems so hated (and by extension why World Tour is so well liked) and i think it's because of it's ending episodes. The season's peak is reached at Scarlett Fever, to the point every episode afterwards just felt way worse, both in terms of entertainment and writing. Coupled with challenges i wasn't very into, relationship conflict that wasn't very compelling to me and eliminations that weren't very convincing (episode 12 would've been so much more interesting if Sugar had gotten voted out an episode earlier. Even if i love her character!).

Frankly the attempted drama in the finale just reinforces that impression of it all being... Artificial. Not in a "The Island Is Mecanical" kind of way, in a "The Writers Are Just Forcing This Conflict" way. Like it doesn't feel like a thing the story needed, or a conflict that arose naturally from the characters' dynamics with eachother. idk.

Endings both have a huge impact on how people perceive media, as well as a lasting impression on it; it's the reason TV shows can go from dominating Pop Culture to being hated and subsequently forgotten about in a matter of weeks or months if they're lucky. Pahkitew Island is at it's funniest and most entertaining during the middle of the season and it's end arguably contains the weakest episodes out of the entire season. Contrast that with World Tour, which outside of G1 bias has it's better drama and episodes later on since all the characters it flanderized and assassinated aren't there anymore but shush As well as having good moments earlier on. Hell, if you ignore the final two minutes, World Tour can be argued to have one of the best finales and im only not saying it's the best one because both TDI and ROTI exist and have a better one. While Pahkitew Island probably has one of the worst ones. The show kinda just... Ends. Dave probably gets mauled by a robot bear and Sky, Shawn and Jasmine are off the Island and that's that.

That, coupled with the lack of character interactions is probably why people don't tend to talk about this season, which is a SHAME because it's a really fun season, with really fun characters and actually good ideas! It deserves to be explored more, appreciated more!

And with no transition at all, let's talk about my character opinions!

Dave is. Yeah, it's a whole thing. Him being more insistent in episode 9 on charming Sky at the start feels a bit forced? but it's probably because i thought the "bet you still wish i was your boyfriend" line came a little bit out of nowhere for me? Feels like it came from an earlier draft, or the writters of the episodes before it didn't keep track of where his relationship/opinion on Sky was. I do think him taking the rejection awfully and being really pathetic all episode is really funny however, and it makes skave more interesting by default to me, so it helps!

...Ok, fine, i'll talk about the finale. I'll elaborate on this in Sky's section, but it doesn't do Dave's character much favors. He feels a bit more pathetic in that episode before the existence of Sky's boyfriend is revealed, and then the whole reveal happens and... yeah. Dude seems happy by Sky possibly dying. Just feel like that's a little too far? Compared to how he was before? Idk.

I'll talk about Max first over Scarlett because i have way more to say about her than him. He's still funny. My earlier post on him is still right. His elimination is hot garbage btw, dude should've gotten kicked instead of Ella

Now, Scarlett's actually interesting, since we've gotten to the twist; i really like her in concept as a villain that is antagonistic out of a lack of morality and not just. Being a piece of shit. Then again, the whole evil vilain twist in Scarlett Fever kinda sorta entirely goes against this. Genuinely think that Max just made her fucking snap and she tried to blackmail Chris into getting the million herself because she couldn't fucking handle being around this guy. She hates him

Jasmine's fine. It's nice to see her get actual screentime, but wow she spends 90% of it glued to Shawn and it kinda sucks since i don't think i have a great grasp on her personality due to this. When i'll rewatch the season to take more precise notes i'll try to pay way more attention to her character i guess? Her clear trust issues should've been explored, just saying.

Sugar's GREAT. Seriously, she's my favorite part of the show post Scarlett Fever and it's not even close. She's genuinely funny! I love seeing her do her own thing and be a menace, it's great. The show's super mean to her about it? For some reason? I think the writters were trying to treat her like the main antagonist but she really doesn't read like one to me. Girlie deserved that spin off she mentions in episode 9. Or i guess she technically got it since she appears in Dramarama. Maybe i should watch the episodes she's in...

Shawn, like Jasmine, is kinda there for me. I do think creating conflict between these two is a good idea, but the writters just lean wayyyy too hard into the Zombie Apocalypse Nutjob aspect of his personality in episode 11 especially, it just flattens him and it's pretty sad since he's got some interesting things about him, and the way he tries to make it up to Jasmine both time they're in conflict is cute. Wish they actually communicated more tho

Finally, Sky. Oh Sky, how i wish they treated you better. Listen. In theory? I don't hate the idea of Sky having a boyfriend back home she wanted to break up with. Perfect way of adding drama to a character that didn't seem to have any. The problem is the everything with the finale. The writters make her seemingly lead Dave on during the final challenge and while she was probably going to come clean before Dave interrupts her again (which is actually a good way of showing they wouldn't work out due to him not putting in the effort of listening to her), i don't think her doing that at all would be in character. Her whole thing of good sportsmanship and winning without cheating feels off when contrasted with this. Also, girl should've really just said to Dave that she was planning to break up with her boyfriend and not to the confessional camera. Doubt that would've stopped Dave from freaking out, but at least she'll have tried i guess.

SO. I'LL ASK AGAIN: DOES PAHKITEW ISLAND DESERVE THE HATE?

NO. No it doesn't.

I'd even consider it the most underrated season of Total Drama! It just... really got fucked over by circomstances and things out of it's control. This season was written at the same time as All Stars, by like 4 writers, with a whole new cast to flesh out and only 13 episodes to do so and seemingly less ideas. You can tell that by the end, the writers really didn't care and just wanted this shit to end - the final three episodes feel like first drafts, even moreso than the earlier episodes did. And it sucks! It sucks because this season had a whole lot of potential, and it either got wasted or crapped on by the fandom at large!

I just... I wish this season got treated better, is all.

Also why the fuck does Chef only get five lines. What was up with that

#cheese posting #string cheesing #tdpi #total drama #total drama pahkitew island #td dave #td scarlett #td max #td sugar #td jasmine #td sky #td shawn #skave #because i don't hate their dynamic and i talk about it alot in this post so might as well tag it #td chef #cheese opinions

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lucifer-spawn · 1 year ago

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my parents are fine most of the time, there's a lot of things that could be better but they also could be so much worse

but sometimes im just genuinely wondering why the fuck someone would say something like that

take today, they didn't bother to ask me what time i'd be home but assumed itd be too late. so since my mum had something to do tonight they started dinner without me. i came home a lot earlier than they thought (the exact same time as every week) so I then had dinner alone while they sat at the table cause they fault bad for not waiting. my brother and mum were doing something on my mums phone and my dad was doing whatever on his own phone. i said somewhat jokingly "wow i feel so unloved right now" and my brother says completely serious sounding "you are". apparently that's a normal thing to say because my mum started laughing. i gave him a bit of a 'that's fucked up to say' look, which offended him somehow. my dad agreed that it was a bit weird to say but they brushed it off. then my mum said something else that was really fucking not okay to say that i wont bother repeating here, but i looked at her, rightfully upset in my opinion, and she just laughed again.

i think this might be the first time ever that my dad agreed with me on how upset i am/should be about something, but my mum and little brother just don't see how their words affect others, and if i say something about it I'm the one who's being rude, but if I don't say something but get upset I need to learn how to communicate my feelings. yet they wonder why i never tell them about anything important to me.

I'm so fucking done with family.

#sorry if you read all that #just needed to get it out #will probably not be online much till tomorrow but im safe and okay-ish

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takeariskao3 · 2 years ago

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casually scrolling through good ole tiktok today and came across an angel who created an AI cover of Harry Styles and Taylor Swift dueting Cardigan and listened to it about 100 times. and the 101th time i actually listened to it... it made me think of TPFY and realized Cardigan is such a TPFY song. sooo i reread the whole story with Cardigan in the background like a normal person and now im here trying to convince you to listen to it and be motivated to continue writing an amazing fic!!! but even if life is stressful and dont feel like writing .. still listen to it and let your ears be blessed because im having an outer body experisnce. being a swiftie and harry fan is great

first of all! cardigan is SUCH a tpfy song you are absolutely right! secondly, i actually wrote a bit of tpfy today and it felt so damn good. thirdly, because you reread the whole thing (the whole thing!?!?!) here is a sneak peek 😘

Monday

Ginny didn’t bother tossing and turning. Restlessness implied the expectation of sleep, and she had no such aspiration. However, she could hardly pop on the wireless and take up knitting with Mr. Curiosity shooting her furtive glances through the shadows.

Keeping her back to Harry's side of the room, she attempted to think with her head, not the thing galloping inside her ribcage, and rationalize the last hour—no, the last twenty-four hours—away.

She’d been here before. So many times. Her entire life felt like a constant state of getting over him. That’s what she’d told herself, at least. From imaginary adventures, to school girl crushes, to something that felt a lot like a first love, Ginny was well practiced in the art of living with feelings for Harry Potter. She wasn’t so self-absorbed to think she was the only one to ever experience the cool sting of heartbreak, but she did think she was a contender for doing it the longest.

Worse, she’d convinced herself that she’d done it. That she’d left Harry, and his lopsided grin, and his piercing stare, and his bloody secrets, in the past.

It was almost laughable how thoroughly she’d deluded herself.

Ginny settled in for a long night of stifling inner turmoil; of shoving aside false memories, and the smell of her Amortentia, and the echo of Harry’s gaze searing into her from across the room. As an alternative to thinking about all that, she instead used the wee hours of the morning to figure out how she was supposed to handle it when he asked again.

Because there was no doubt in her mind that he would ask again. Harry had never been the type of person capable of not questioning. Anything.

But this was off limits.

He wouldn’t know, couldn’t know, but no one was allowed to ask about it. Not Luna or Neville. Not her parents or her brothers. No one.

If I asked, would you tell me what happened?

Standing in the shadow of Hogwarts, she’d thrown the question right back at him. Used his own clandestine tendencies against him as a last, desperate attempt to avoid the conversation that had harrowed her for five years. But now she was shouting herself awake from nightmares, and Ron said Harry had seen her memory of what happened in the changing room. So, of course he’d connected the two. It was the most obvious conclusion.

Ginny, why Ephialtes?

How could she have let this happen?

At the same time, how could she have expected anything different?

She was dreaming about him again, and Harry’s touch still sizzled against her skin, and now love potions apparently didn’t work on her.

As Ginny punched her pillow, something that can only be described as self-preservation kicked in, and it was too easy to fall into her old habits. Almost like greeting an old friend. If the old friend was equal parts solitude, dashed hopes, and sarcasm.

She would be fine.

She always had been. Eventually. And this time would be no different. She would keep thinking it, and saying it until it rang true.

She was fine.

#the path from you #tpfy sneak peek #tpfy spoilers #anon #answered

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jupiter---daydreams · 5 months ago

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thanks to @agirlandherquill for the tag!!

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

(im technically cheating since I'm using sentences from my wip and not making them for this challenge)

A: “And you remember the kind of impression we're going for?” Mr. Fyre speaks up again, looming over my shoulder to speak into my ear.

B: Being in a car–especially now that it's moving–sets off every nerve in my body.

C: Caleb takes it and his eyes start to flick from the photo to me to the photo to me. We’ve done this before and I know that he’s trying to see if I look like either of them. To see if there’s still a connection.

D: Despite those thoughts, feelings, and impending panic attack, I force a smile–not that they can see with my mask on, but you can sort of hear it in my voice–before I reply.

E: Exorcist stands the second that he stops talking. “No thanks. We’ll take whatever you have back to our base–Verse, you’re welcome to join us–and we’ll get out of here.”

F: Finally, he says, “Can the story be about Mom and Dad?”

G: “Glad to be here, sir. I’ve always been a fan,” I say, not a single truthful word present in that sentence.

H: Hopefully that’ll get Mr. Fyre off my back later, but knowing him, he’ll find something else to pick at me for.

I: I lay down on my own bed, too big and too empty, with a muted sob.

J: Judging from the way Exorcist clings to Emote’s side and even Null’s face is pulled into a tight frown, they certainly feel it, too.

“Kid?”

He knows. How does he know!? I’ve only known him for, what, a few hours? Am I that easy to read? Oh god, when Mr. Fyre and Ms. Monsley find out they’re going to kill me.

L: Like he doesn’t understand what training means. Then, I have the strange thought that maybe their version of training is different than Ms. Monsley’s.

My eyebrows shoot up. That was…childish.

A shocked, startled laugh comes out of Null. Apparently, I had said that aloud.

N: Nulls raises his hand, only speaking once Mr. Merced gives him an affirmative nod. “That’s not a lot of time to prepare. Why so sudden?” He asks. It's startling how serious he sounds. All joking, laid backness is gone from his voice. This is Null.

O: Of course. They–a Hero that has good cause to get revenge, a Hero that can sense emotions, and Null, too, I guess–are the ones I’m meant to be working with. Is it even possible for me to have worse luck?

P: Patrick lets the audience laugh for a moment, then he says, “Now, Verse, I can't speak for the audience, but I will when I say we've all been wanting to know one question. What is your powerset?”

Q: Right, the mission. I nod, silently returning to my area. I can practically feel the stares of the others on my back, and a quick glance back confirms it. Exorcist isn’t even trying to hide that she’s staring.

R: Right. The DNA sample that I definitely knew about and am totally not just finding out about right now. By the way, let's give a big round of applause to Ms. Monsley and Mr. Fyre for always keeping me in the loop.

She. Can. Sense. Emotions.

Get your spiraling under control.

That leaves Exorcist without anything else to say, and she huffs, crossing her arms and turning away.

Emote's eyes flicker to me and I mentally prepare myself for a lecture, but Null lets out a snort of laughter–at my expense, no doubt–and Emote swivels her head to face him instead.

U: “Uh, Emote, Exorcist?” I call out as they start to leave the table we had gathered around. They turn, expectantly. “I was wondering if I could, uh, grab your powers now?”

V: “Verse, I really don't think you respect me. And that bothers me, because I am someone who deserves to be respected. So, watch your tone,” he pauses then and I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes.

W: A thought strikes me suddenly: how would any other child react? Would they throw a tantrum? Would they cry? Would they forgive me like Caleb?

X: For good measure–extra humiliation–she puts the sharp point to my throat. It digs in with a small prick of pain, letting out a bead of blood.

Y: “You’ve been contacted by ASPI. They want you to be involved with a mission. There weren’t many details, just a time and place for a briefing meeting, and a list of the other Heroes you’ll be working with.”

Z: I’ve been threatened by enough scary women to make me ready to back off–explanation be damned– but Emote stops me before I can even start to apologize.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #tag game

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gaeasun · 1 year ago

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Ok I have watched both episodes of Ahsoka so gonna make a list of pros and cons. will be much more serious cons than serious pros. Not spoiler free!

pros first:

there is a very cute loth-cat. adorable. stole my heart. best live action tooka creature so far.

All or most of the human casting and portrayal was very spot on. Ryder was great and so nice to hear a familiar voice, Sabine was good, also chopper was spot on in everything.

actually all of the droids carried the humor for the episodes. very funny.

the lightsabers look and sound cool.

the non-lightsaber fight was good (and by that i mean sabine kicking around those droids)

SABINE DOES NOT HAVE THE FORCE THANK GOODNESS WAS REALLY WORRIED THERE

sabines art skills are relevant. love it.

yeah thats it i think. sry if you were here as an optimist.

Cons:

NO REX WHERE IS HE

they've got to stop stabbing people with lightsabers without killing them. star wars medicine was already inconsistent, this is pushing it.

where is jacen syndulla. If ahsoka is going to take an apprentice why not him? WHY SABINE THAT MAKES SO LITTLE SENSE.

yeah going on that again. she was training to be a jedi without force. BUT WHY. Sabine has always been a Mandalorian, shes been so proud and happy to be a Mandalorian. she literally threw that away to be a jedi. she hid her armor and grew out her hair and there was no mention of her Mandalorian family? the one she reconciled with?

the casting for hera and ahsoka is not good, the makeup and prosthetics are worse than that, but worst of all they do not actually sound like the characters at all! going into those in detail:

ahsoka and hera just do not have the face shape of their counterparts. i do get that it can be difficult since no one has anime eyes that big. but the face shapes look wrong and every time i look at them it doesnt look or feel like im watching beloved characters brought to life

the prosthetics and the makeup on hera and ahsoka look like either that department got a pittance or they just didnt care that much. even simple details that wouldn't effect stuntwork. like the circle patterns on Hera's lekku, or like how Hera's lips are much too dark and Ahsoka's are much too light. Ahsoka and heras head-tails are way to short as well. if you want to explain it with stunt reasons, than why are heras so short as well? also somehow there is zero texture on hera's lekku, but Ahsoka's look like an old rubber hose that shriveled up? and her montrals are so short and point backwards. if the people making this show are going to take such beloved characters and put them in irrevocable media, these details should have been figured out! if it wasnt feasible than they should never have made it live action in the first place.

the actors for ahsoka and hera do not sound like them. i dont mean their voices sound the exact same, but i mean the inflection and the wordings sound nothing like the animation. a good actor should try to mimic that but it wasnt done. ahsoka especially had such emphatic and varying tone in clone wars and rebels, while live action ahsoka sounds like shes trying to win the stoic master of the year award.

ahsoka apparently learned an entire new lightsaber style! because she only held her lightsabers in reverse grip one. time. and also when she was a kid she was flipping circles and cartwheeling and handspringing and theres none of that here. if yoda can do it in 2008 they can figure out a way for her to do it too

listen. ahsoka has gone through way too much character development to be constantly looking like she doesnt know what shes doing. shes struggling too much in fights, and she doesnt seem to understand sabine at all. she has been a very strong character in the past, and this is because she has gone through many experiences that gave her incredible development.

the plot does not make sense. how on earth does an ancient device know where thrawn went? why is this connected to the dathomirians? are they going to bother explaining this? probably not.

#honestly at this point im disappointed #if you're looking for good things theres not much here yet.#ill hold onto hope tho #because that is what star wars is about #g gives a thought #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka show spoilers #if you have more pros by all means let me know ill edit them in

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years ago

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We Looked like Giants (11)

Uh. oh! Hi! I am, still here! I guess this has a two week delay, sorry for that! I have had a little falling out of love with the Naruto fandom and could not motivate myself to write, but I worked hard to get this out today (so this was not beta'ed, im sorry for possible typos). The next chapter is fully written i just need to go over it again, so next week should also not get a delay. Beyond that.. who knows?

Sayuri looks like this.

Hatake Kakashi x OC

Rated E

9086 words.

On the cusp of an all out war between the big villages and the Akatsuki Uchiha Sayuri suddenly returns to her hometown of Konoha after over ten years of absence. Her return throws Kakashis life out of order. Or- If Hatake Kakashi had a ryo for everytime a childhood friend he thought was dead came back to life he would have two ryo, which isn’t much, but it is weird that it happened twice.

11. What the heart wants.

Not that fighting Kakashi and losing wasn’t already embarrassing enough, his comment that the wound he had inflicted on her would yield a scar had been correct. Mei applied creme carefully over where it was healing, but it was clear that the mark would remain forever, with all the ache that deep knife scars brought onto someone, always just sitting there reminding Sayuri of her first job failure. “You know, he could have done much worse things to you if he wanted to, at least from what I hear,” Mei said softly, but Sayuri just huffed in reply. Certainly, the Copy-Nin could have easily killed her if he had felt like it, but apparently he’d been in a forgiving mood, which just pissed Sayuri off even more when she thought too much about it. Mei let the creme sink and put her head to the side: “Look, I will only mention it once more…” “Yes,yes,” Sayuri waved with her hand. As sweet as Mei was when she was speaking softly, almost pleading with her, Sayuri was tired of the same old conversation every time. “I won’t stop doing this,” she said with determination. “It might be dangerous, but it's good money.” It was always the same explanation. Mei wanted Sayuri to stop her assassin work for fear one of her S-class bingo book criminals would one day kill her, but Sayuri felt strong when she got jobs done and until recently, she had also had a flawless record, which netted her her own entry in the bingo book.

Her feet were already burning violently, but she kept running forward. It had been hours since Sayuri had taken a look behind her, hours since she’d stopped for a rest and taken a breath and never for more than a few seconds until she was heading out again. She would eventually collapse from exhaustion, she was aware of that, but the inner force in her that pushed her forward was not satisfied until Konoha and with it Kakashi was nothing but a distant memory. Logically, she was aware of the fact that running away like this would never help her reach the decision she was hoping for. Nothing could turn back the time to before she had spoken to Madara, before she had heard the truth of the matter about the Uchiha massacre from him and with that had shaken her world, nothing could take back Kakashi’s blank stare when she had made the request for help to him and his refusal to comply for one reason or another. Sayuri couldn’t even pinpoint why that bothered her so much. She had rarely relied on others and only on herself, plus, Madara had warned her that Konoha would not be willing to cooperate. Still. It was odd that the fate of the Uchiha suddenly mattered so much to her, when for the biggest time in her life she had wanted that thorn in her side gone. When she heard about the massacre from some ANBU members in Kirigakure, she hadn’t even batted an eye. Yes, walking through the ruins of the old district had been heart wrenching, but she hadn’t shed a single tear either. None of the people mattered in general to her. So why was it now that she suddenly felt strongly about their retribution? Maybe it was because they hadn’t been honest about what was going on, that they had made an Uchiha take the fall for the other Uchiha they had wanted to take out. The reason was obvious of course, had the Konoha ANBU just taken out a few of the Uchiha higher ups then the children would have sought revenge, so they could not have been left alive. It’s not like Sayuri didn’t understand the practice of cutting something rotten off at the root, but it didn’t make it any less cruel.

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#fanfiction things #oc: sayuri #hatake kakashi #hatake kakashi x oc #wllg #whateverr

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 17 hours ago

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One such example of the difference between "Good" and genuinely bad form vivziepop/Hazbin Hotel Fans that drive everyone to hatred, is that are those of us who are absolutely avoiding the leaks and want fuck all to do with that shit and will block you if you so much as mention it to us, and can afford to do such a thing as a fully matured adult audience with lives and interests outside of just constant cartoon consumption....

And then there's genuinely off putting pigfucker bitches like petitprinces1 who are so sloppy they can't be bothered to find a header that isn't a moving gif with the freaking "AMAZON" logo still attached and they're just like:

"Erm....Yusss.....x3 I seen da leaks.....x3 Nope wont spoil anythin' even tho im answering asks abt it right the fuck now n' addressing Viv herself like shes in da room w me rn anyway KUDDOS Viv i did NAWT see dat 1 cumming!!!! x3 If da rest of u who put the dumb in fandumb literally want lil' ol' meh, ur reigning princess of stupidity, to send u the leaks so u can potentially spread them moar bein an idiot like i am plz DM meh cuz u kno ill delete u if ur dumb enough to actually ask in a reply id rather if u ask me to spread the leaks 4 u in meh DMs if ur gonna ask 4 leaks cuz im not a regular fandumb mom im a 20% COOLER fandumb mom!!! x3 Im so cool that if u ask me for leaks in my replies I GUESS....... ill prolly just delete ur comment instead of just blocking u like everyone else would bc im different and *i* have no boundaries and *i* dont know *HOW* to block ppl!!! x3 i also apparently wrote DISNEY JUNIOR FANFICTION at one point when i was in my late late teens/early early 20s which would imply i went directly from *THAT* to HAZBIN which explains a lot about me dont it? x3 ANYWAY HMU VIA DM IF U WANT ALL DA SEASON 2 LEAKS!!! x3"

Like gurl ...

Like, gurl...

Fake arse fan here to stress real people out just like like all the shitty clickbait bros here only you're a little Candace Owens about it it...

Speaking of Candace...

Uh, once again, my name is NOT "Hearts" and yes the fuck I did Ashface Snitchdale, again, it's free internetz, it's my hot blog and I do what I want, and yo' mama's been blocked for over 4+ years even before she tried and failed to troll me via block evading on anon... I just use an incognito now sometimes when I wanna roll my eyes because my block and stayfree options get broken and I'm forced to perceive she exists and re-block her anyway, keep scrollin'!

Oh and again, it's not "a real double edged sword" or whatever the fuck fandumb centrist bullshit that petitprincess1 is spouting as she's helping spread the leaks to people and let us be very fucking black and white about this okay? Okay. READY? I DON'T CARE! :D

If you indulge the leaks or help spread them, in public or in DMs... You are not a true fan... You are a fake fan... And you need to delete and leave the fandom!

If you: "Feel bad for being happy or excited over something that was so devastating for the crew and feel guilty for finding joy or even 'relief' in those leaks 'because of the results' of the US election.." or whatever the fuck bullshit excuse you made up to help you feel better or whatever... I'm paraphrasing because I don't fucking care what made you do it ... You SHOULD feel bad, you SHOULD feel guilty... You are not a true fan, you're a fake fan.... You not only need to delete and leave the fandom, BUT, you should feel even WORSE for confiding all of your bullshit to the tumblr fandumbs biggest bullshitter, Leeanne, (petitprincess1) someone who should've deleted her online presence years ago for presenting and behaving with all the tackiness and immaturity a of young/republican Trump Supporter anyway... THERE I SAID IT, and I'm probably not the only one too! I mean Viv herself is like... The cutest lil' Scene Kitten/Drunk Girlie at the party who actually thought Coconut Charli XCX Lady would win while raving to that Practical Magic Margarita Song all night long while making Actual Margaritas ...Those of you of you who've actually indulged the leaks and spoiled yourselves for ANY reason are selfish and entitled (as I always knew some of you were) and should be ashamed for doing that to her! You are not true fans. You are not one of us. Leave the fandom.

To think I once called out petitprincess1 for stealing my friends shit and running them off the internet and block evading to further harass me and now I'm calling her out for being complacent and helping spread leaks of the second season of Medrano's entire show! I was going to make a sort of Deep Cut TMI (for some of you people, not for me..) joke about how me and Leeanne ("apparently") shared "the same" Blorbo in the "Lion King" fandom albeit in two entirely Different Eras of Fandom ( mine being the superior one) but I think all of the obvious caveats and quotation would imply how I don't even so much as acknowledge disney junior shit as canon and because I don't watch shows meant for toddlers and therefore it's not the same fandom and not even the same "blorbo" at all and then I got angry and went on the other, more important, vent session because, yeah... It really did all just come down to one big, full circle of bullshit with her this time, didn't it? I'm truly done!

Like, bye bitch I'm never tipping your lolcow again.

Speaking of tipping... She's probably never actually paid an artist in this fandom or brought any actual art in like a while has she? No.

I peek at her blog to see if she posted her playbill if she even paid for one and I find something so much worse.

Oof.

#Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hypocritical #petitprincess1 #big name fan bullshit #bnf bullshit #undescribed #So tired I don't know what to tag ...#Like I know randomly going: “Haha! Let's see LEEANNE'S hazbin playbill! :) (If she even haz one ...;] )”#is giving a little AMERICAN PSYCHO... But .....#Seeing that bitch causally chatting about/posting “joking” about handing out leaks .... Really makes me wish I had an axe to chop these #bitches up like DON'T EVEN BE COY ABOUT LEAKING SHIT!!!!! :o OR SEEING IT!!!! :O YOU'RE UGLY!!!!! :o YOU CAN"T SIT WITH US!!!!!!!! :0

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pickledpascal · 1 year ago

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You're Not Alone in This World

Chapter Nine

Warnings: swearing, our girl is BURNT OUT, a bit of jealousy, typical gavin moment, im sorry if you came here for accurate Greek mythology it's nowhere to be seen here, incorrect rituals.

Word Count: 3.6k

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[Hello, Connor. I was wondering when you or Lieutenant Cartier would contact me about these murders. I'd be happy to help in any way I can. I will be free around 2:30 pm today. Notify me if Lieutenant Cartier is coming. I hope to see you and her under less dire circumstances sometime soon. — Markus]

Message received…

Connor's eyes blinked open as he exited stasis. Markus' message popped up in the corner of his vision. He ran a hand through his hair as he watched Andrea's breathing. For a God, she sure slept a lot. He'd seen her sleep before, mostly due to overworking herself, but to see her like this in the comfort of her own home… it felt different. Solidifying. That's what Connor wanted.

Andrea yawned, pulling Connor from his thoughts as she rubbed her tired eyes. She glanced at him as he stared, eyes tracing over her freckles. "Markus responded to my message. He said he is free to talk around 2:30 pm."

"It's way too fucking early to talk about that." Andrea pursed her lips as she left the room. Connor quickly followed, trying to smooth out his wrinkled shirt.

She got some coffee started and decided frozen waffles were the way to go. Andrea couldn't bother with making her own food. She had a feeling today would be like the day before. Hard. Draining. Sometimes, quitting her job sounded like a great idea. She could simply focus on doing whatever she wanted but she knew the guilt would eventually eat away at her for doing nothing. The Goddess of Justice couldn't just stand idly by while the world went to shit. She wouldn't be the Goddess of Justice anymore.

"Do you eat those on a daily basis?" Connor asked. He'd already analyzed the calorie count, it wasn't bad, but it screamed more of a 'depression meal' than anything else.

Both unhealthy. One arguably worse than the other.

Andrea shrugged. "Nah. Only when I'm too tired to cook." While that was mostly true, sometimes she also craved waffles. Something about how artificial they were did something to her brain chemistry. It was likely bad. She didn't find it in herself to care.

"Oh." Connor paused, unsure what to do. Exploring Andrea's home sounded nice but he wasn't sure how she'd feel about him looking around her stuff. Hank had expressed it was 'weird' and 'creepy' when he went through his things.

Grabbing a plate, Andrea took a few bites from her waffles using her hands. They were still hot from the toaster but she was able to bear it. Perhaps not the most proper way to eat but it got the job done. She knew she'd probably go to that one coffee shop on her way to the station anyway. A cheese danish sounded absolutely divine.

Connor spoke up after a while, waiting until Andrea was done with her meal. "Will you see Markus with Nines?"

Andrea cocked an eyebrow at that. Of course she would. Nines was her partner after all. Unless he was asking if she planned on going by herself. "Yes. Plus I'm sure Nines would benefit from brotherly time with Markus." She shrugged. She realized Connor might too. "Why? You wanna come with?"

He wasn't sure why but it was hard to tell the truth. To tell it without feeling some semblance of shame. He wanted to accompany Andrea everywhere. Just in case something happened. She was quite capable of handling herself, Connor knew that. But he couldn't help the fear. Giving himself away, his LED spun yellow.

Andrea set her dish in the sink and cocked an eyebrow at his LED. "You want to get freshened up?" She asked, noticing his wrinkled button up and his messy hair. She knew Connor took pride in how he presented himself. The most dressed down she's ever seen him was a nicely crocheted short-sleeve sweater.

Apparently it was some sort of "android independence" gift Hank gave him a few weeks after he deviated. Andrea could tell Hank didn't make it. Crocheting was for people with patience. A virtue Hank didn't have.

The android glanced down at his clothes and gave Andrea an appreciative smile. He retreated into her bedroom, the door closing behind him. Andrea watched Connor leave with an eyebrow raised. She then looked down at her floorboards as she took a breath. Yeah, she could already feel today was going to be something. Not sure if it was a good or bad something yet.

—---

The couple made their way to the station, stopping by the cafe Andrea liked on the way there. Unbeknownst to Andrea, Connor had already paid for everything while she ordered. Wonders of technology. He could access a register by a simple look. She thanked him before taking a sip of her coffee when he told her.

Nines seemed to be an early riser as he was there far earlier than the rest of the precinct. Including Captain Fowler. He was poised at his desk, presumably looking through the pictures taken at yesterday's crime scene. Andrea set her coffee on her desk with a sigh. "Markus isn't free until 2:30 and it's only…" She glanced down at her watch.

"It's currently 9:45 am." Connor finished with an added smile.

Nines looked up at the couple and raised an eyebrow before he looked back at his work. "Your coffee is cooling. I'd suggest drinking it before we may have to go to any more unsavory crime scenes."

Connor and Andrea shared a look. The lieutenant kissed his cheek, his LED blinked pink for just a moment, and sat down to get to work on whatever she was recently assigned. She was sure Hank would come in soon, he'd gotten into the habit of coming in early ever since Connor started living with him. Andrea pulled up a few documents on her terminal and looked through them. Some were regarding Scarlett and her murder, others were more trivial stuff. Like arrests, reports, and updates on her own documents.

She glanced up at Nines. She'd have to fill him out as her partner from now on. It was… interesting to have a partner after going so long without one. Andrea just kind of assumed she'd third wheel with Connor and Hank and make their duo a trio but it seemed fate had other plans.

Other officers started to fill in more towards ten, including Hank. "I didn't realize you'd be staying over." He teased once he saw Connor.

"If you're implying what I believe you're implying… nothing happened." Connor immediately responded, crossing his arms. He almost seemed disappointed. Like their roles were reversed for a moment and he was the disapproving father and Hank was the rebellious child.

"Ah, but you wanted it to, didn't you?" Hank chuckled.

Connor's eyes darted away, "I wouldn't say that…" He watched as Andrea and Nines talked. The pair were already in full on "detective mode." Fair, considering the predicament they were in. The first high profile android killers were on the loose. Connor couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Of course he was happy Nines was here, a brother he'd hopefully be able to interact with far more than Markus. However, Connor wasn't sure he liked the fact that Nines was Andrea's partner. Solving cases with Andrea seemed like Heaven in Connor's eyes. Talk about possible motives, lean on each other all day, bounce ideas off each other…. His LED blinked yellow. He already did that kind of stuff with Andrea. Perhaps he felt it wouldn't happen as often since she had Nines.

Gavin suddenly decided it was the best time to show up. He casually walked in, glancing at Connor with disdain before he realized there just so happened to be another android sitting right in front of Andrea.

"Something about plastic you really love, don't you?" He put his hands on Andrea's desk and cocked an eyebrow at her.

Andrea glanced at Gavin with narrowed eyes and rose from her seat. She towered over him. "Yes. It's the fact that they are absolutely nothing like you." Her stare could cut through metal. Connor would hate to be on the receiving end of her wrath. "You're a sad little human to be projecting your own insecurities on others. Now go sit. Down."

Detective Reed held her stare for a few more seconds before he retreated. Another disciplinary complaint on his record wouldn't be good. Especially coming from one of their most highly decorated lieutenants. Hank he could care less about.

Nines stared at Andrea, LED whirring yellow. He's only been alive a few weeks, in those few weeks there's been a handful of times he's been around humans. Most stared at him. He could tell they were unsavory. He's never had anyone stand up for him, especially if they had said anything. Nines could understand why Connor liked her so much. She cared for all living things, organic or not.

Letting out a breath, Andrea downed the rest of her coffee. The frustration was getting to her. Eating away until she exploded. Hopefully it was on Gavin again because no one really cared if she used him as a punching bag. He was a good detective, one of the only reasons Captain Fowler kept him around.

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[July 28th, 2039

2:45 PM

Detroit, Michigan]

Nines opened his eyes to be greeted with a familiar building. Andrea was by his side, staring up at it. She's only been here a few times. A few months ago when the first bombing happened and for the gala she was personally invited to by Markus. The pair made their way inside, Andrea had to tell one of the android workers what they were doing there.

The building itself was tall, similar in height to the Stratford building minus a couple floors. Markus' office sat on the fiftieth floor next to most of the meeting rooms. Most of the other floors were used as housing for androids and even a few jobs were provided for maintenance purposes. The familiar office put Nines at ease but he could feel the nervousness radiating off Andrea. He was unsure why as, from what Markus told him, she was relatively calm during their first few meetings. It must have been the situation.

The lieutenant knocked on the door to Markus' office with a release of breath.

[Stress level: 78%]

Not good. But not worrying.

Markus opened the door and let the pair in. "Good afternoon, lieutenant Cartier. Nines." He tipped his head at the taller android. "As I understand, you're here for information. About Scarlett Smyth?" He clarified with pursed lips. It was hard to talk about any dead android, let alone one who lived in Jericho.

Andrea nodded. "Do you have any information about the time before she became deviant? Especially anything about a woman named Jessica." She needed to know something. Anything.

The hard thing about investigating androids is the fact that their lives change dramatically after deviating. There's no exact way to look at their memory since it erases once they die. Unless, of course, it's uploaded into another model shortly before their death. However, that is highly unlikely at this point. And there's no way to figure out who owned the android before the revolution. Asking them was one way. Unfortunately Scarlett died before Andrea could ask.

Markus leaned against his desk as he faced Andrea and Nines. "Scarlett admitted she came from a nice home compared to others at Jericho. But she realized she was still treated like an object by someone she loved." He had a faraway look in his eyes. It was harder to read him than Connor or Nines, he had no LED, but Andrea could see a wash of sadness in his eyes. "She would sometimes slip up and refer to Jess as Ms. Martel."

Jessica Martel.

Finally, a goddamned full name. Now they just needed to find wherever the hell she lived and arrest her. Well, question her first then arrest her.

Andrea blinked for a moment. She got lost in her thoughts until she realized. They have no proof it was actually Jessica. For all she knows, Jessica is like any other past android owner. A bit of an asshole but not necessarily a horrible person.

The lieutenant crossed her arms with furrowed brows once she made it back to her desk at the precinct. "Fuck this job." She grumbled out of frustration. The Goddess of Justice and she couldn't just make clues randomly appear out of nowhere. She still had to look for them. "Fuck this job and fuck me, I guess. Y'know all this weird shit I can do and I can't just suddenly have proof. Makes no goddamn sense."

[Stress level: 89%]

Despite her weird whispers, Nines wanted to make sure Andrea was okay. At least so she could calm down and figure out their next move. "Is there anything you'd like me to do, lieutenant?"

"Yes. Figure out where Jessica Martel lives and get back to me in forty-five minutes." Andrea screwed her eyes shut and rubbed at her temples. A self-soothing technique she did a lot.

"You are experiencing a stress-induced migraine. It might be best if I get you some Advil." Nines offered.

As if appearing out of nowhere, Connor had a glass of water and a few small blue pills in his hands. Nines narrowed his eyes at the other android. It seemed like he had a sixth sense of some sort whenever Andrea was experiencing any sort of stress.

Thanking Connor, Andrea popped the pills in her mouth and promptly drank half the glass of water. Nines watched them for a few moments after that before he eventually did as he was told. Connor offered Andrea a small, reassuring smile. His predecessor knew something he didn't. Nines hated when he didn't know something. He was built to be able to figure out whatever he was assigned to. Being deviant, it was whatever he wanted.

Nines wanted to figure… whatever the hell this was out. As far as he knew, secrets weren't kept between brothers. Connor was his brother and he was keeping something from him.

"Jessica Martel. Currently lives in Detroit, Michigan. Occupation: Investigative journalist at Detroit Metro Times. She has no previous criminal record." Nines explained, glancing back up at Andrea.

Andrea pursed her lips and took a deep breath, ruffling her hair out of frustration. "Ask her to come in. Firmly." She rubbed a finger between her eyebrows and leaned back into her chair.

Connor's LED blinked yellow with concern. "It might be best if you take a break, lieutenant. You haven't had lunch yet. There's this nice bistro a few minutes away from here." He suggested in a soft tone. Care wasn't something Nines encountered much in his short time being alive. Not like this.

The lieutenant's jaw clenched in thought. Was it better to stay and bottle up her frustrations while furthering the investigation or leave with Connor to try and ease some of her feelings?

"Okay." The tension quickly washed away.

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Andrea came back to her two-bedroom home far more desperate than when she started the day. There was no way they could pin the crime on Jessica since she had an alibi plus there was no physical evidence of her even being at the crime scene. She let a breath out of her nose while her hands formed fists, leaving some crescent marks on her palms.

"Looks like someone had a bad day at work." Poseidon. He was leaning against her counters.

Andrea closed her eyes and immediately prepared for the worst. He had some kind of news. Why else would he be there?

Poseidon went up to Andrea and took her hand, squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. But I did promise I'd come back with some information." He shrugged, sincere. "Perhaps you should sit down…"

"Just fucking tell me." Andrea couldn't take it anymore.

"A relic has been found." Poseidon admitted.

Andrea ran her hands down her face. Of course. Just great.

"And it's one of yours."

Even better! Andrea turned away from Poseidon and pursed her lips. She felt the overwhelming need to scream into a pillow. Or hurt something. "Which one?"

"The Crown of Sway."

"Wonderful." She deadpanned.

Looking back, she had no idea why her fellow Gods and Goddesses made relics. They were far too powerful for any one human to hold. She could only imagine what this human was doing with her crown. Apparently killing androids.

The crown itself was made of a simple band of silver with very few jewels. It wasn't anything special. At least, it didn't appear to be. It wasn't so powerful as to sway people out of their set morals but did enhance already existing feelings. If someone used it on an android-hating human, it seemed now they would become so radical as to kill androids.

"We can't pinpoint an exact location but obviously they live here. No other city has this rate of android deaths." Poseidon watched Andrea carefully.

She'd have to find it. She was the only one who could. It was Andrea's relic. Which meant she'd have to incite a ritual.

Andrea let out a deep breath. "I'm gonna need a moon bath after this." She rubbed at her temple.

Her doorbell rang causing Andrea to cock an eyebrow at Poseidon. She opened the door to reveal Hank and Connor. Surprised, she gave the father-son duo a questioning look.

"I heard something about a ritual happening. It ain't going down without me." Hank made his way inside. "Hey. You must be that Poseidon guy." He hummed, looking him up and down.

To be fair, Poseidon did not look like how a lot of humans assumed he would. He had a nice Mediterranean tan, deep brown, short hair, a full beard, and eyes similar in shade to Andrea's. Most humans… Americans believed Poseidon would have long, blond, wavy hair. Probably because a few movies that came out over a few decades ago.

"Your brother asked us to attend the ritual as well. He said it would help." Connor admitted with a shrug. He wasn't sure if it would since, perhaps to the divinities, he could still be seen as an object. He assumed something like this required more human help.

Hank rolled his eyes at Connor then clasped his hands together. "Well, what do we need? Like, offering wise?"

—--

An hour or so later, their group sat in a circle with sea glass, driftwood, a balanced scale, moonstones, and a few jars of moon water. Most of which Andrea already had but Connor volunteered to find the items she didn't. Including driftwood from a nearby stream… the pants he was currently wearing were soaking at the bottom. Andrea laughed.

"Sit cross-legged." Andrea instructed. Poseidon wasn't really listening because he already knew how this worked but he smiled at Hank and Connor's reactions. "Rest your hands on your knees. Relax. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes if you want. Think about someone or something you love. How do they make you feel? Relish that feeling. Swim in it."

Connor did as instructed and took a deep breath, feeling it fill his artificial lungs. His eyes flicked to Andrea who had hers closed. He loved Andrea. Deeply. But he also loved Hank. Deeply. Though they were completely different feelings. Andrea made him feel like he could do anything he put his mind to. Hank made him feel very grounded. Both were integral to living, he learned. Both were good. Needed, even. But there was a time and place.

As a few minutes went by, Connor noticed a faint glow on Andrea's forehead. In the shape of a crescent moon. She looked strangely beautiful. Then a glow from Poseidon's chest. And a glow from Hank's. And his. He blinked, his chest feeling light. Fuzzy, even.

So the divine didn't care if he wasn't human. Good to know.

While the revelation was astonishing, Connor wanted to know what was going on inside Andrea's mind. Her eyebrows were furrowed, tense. She's been tense for a while. He wondered if it'd ever ease. He couldn't imagine the weight of the world that she had on her shoulders.

"Well, fuck." The light died down. Andrea ran a hand through her hair. "The name of the person in possession of the crown is Gray Mitchell."

Hank asked what everyone was thinking. "Any reason for… that?" He gestured widely.

"The crown is giving her visions. They've connected somehow. She'll know we're coming." Andrea explained before a realization hit her. "She'll know we are coming." She looked at Poseidon who cocked an eyebrow. "Relics only detect humans and Gods since they were not made at a time when androids existed."

Connor tilted her head. Maybe it was a good thing relics thought of them as objects. The element of surprise would surely help them.

"You're gonna need more than one android to take her down, fengári." Poseidon reasoned.

Andrea pursed her lips. He was right. While the human might not have been given powers because of the relic, Gray likely had a lot of followers protecting her.

"Nines could go with Connor." Hank suggested.

Andrea shrugged, "I was going to tell him eventually." She admitted.

"He is supposed to be stronger than me." Connor weighed in, glancing up at Andrea.

"We'll be right behind you." Andrea whispered, a light smile on her face.

It wasn't her best idea, she'd be the first to admit, but it was the only idea she could come up with. She wanted to finish whatever the hell Gray had started. And probably destroy that relic so no one could ever use it ever again.

Now that sounded like a wonderful idea.

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