#in beautiful glasses off mode in my dark room

[zenobiaseptimia]

i just got añ eyeball floatie thst looked exactly like the ebola virus

[petalsscribbles]

17. save me

"I can't believe that guy." Yn huffs into the night's cold air. Not long after Sunghoon's 'passing out', the oh so gravely injured vampire admitted he was mostly okay and just pretending to be unconcious. His injury isn't light, he had to drop out of the rest of the competition, but it wasn't enough to knock him out.

However, even the annoyance and anger he feels doesn't do a great job at lessening his guilt. Sunghoon lost the race because of him, lost the chance to break a record almost impossible to break, he got hurt because of Yn. All that without a single split of a second of hesitation, just to save Yn.

Yn stops and sighs heavily, pittying himself shamelessly. He looks up to the dark sky, stars adorning it like the freckles Yn finds so charming. It takes only a moment for them to resemble the sparks in Sunghoon's beautiful brown eyes and Yn can only laugh dryly at himself.

"You're really making this whole giving up thing very difficult, Park Sunghoon."

He's about to start moving again when he hears the strange noise behind him. Being his cautious self, he takes out is phone and puts on a selfie mode, pretending to adjust his hair. Surely enough, there is a tall man watching him. He's not very subtle about it either.

For now, Yn decides to play dumb, maybe he's just paranoid. He calmly resumes his journey home, carefully listening to the footsteps echoing behind him. After a while he pretends to tie his shoelaces and the footsteps quiet down, returning when Yn continues walking.

There's no doubt about it now, he is being followed.

With shaky hands, Yn reaches for his phone and clicks on the most recent number dialed, not knowing who it is.

One ring, two rings.

"Yn! Have you decided to forgive me yet?" Sunghoon says cheerfully. Yn silently wonders just how much blood he has lost or if the disc hit some specific part of his brain resposible for not acting like a damn fool. He would've told him off, but right now he's too scared to. He's too scared to say anything, in fact.

"Yn? Is everything okay?" Sunghoon's tone changes completely. From playful to dead serious.

"I think someone's following me." Yn whispers.

"Where are you?"

"Near the gas station."

"Okay, go in there and pretend you wanna buy something. I'll be there as soon as possible. And don't hang up, keep talking to me like you're talking to a friend."

Yn listens, browsing through the aisles, laughing and chatting with nobody as he listens to Sunghoon pant on the other side.

When the stalker checks for other customers and makes sure the cashier is asleep, he enters as well.

This is it, Yn thinks. Sunghoon won't make it in time and Yn is not fit enough to successfully run, let alone fight. He can feel the stranger closing the distance slowly, like a predator watching his prey, calculating his next move.

Yn is frozen in his spot, accepting his demise when a strong arm circles around him and pushes him behind its owner.

It's Sunghoon, panting, phone still in his right hand, the other clenched in a fist.

Neither of them say anything, but the man seems to understand whatever message Sunghoon has been silently sending and decides to live another day.

Yn's legs give out under his weight when the creep is out of sight but Sunghoon is quick to catch him. He uses the opportunity to pull him close and hold Yn tightly.

"You're okay. It's okay." He repeats.

Once Yn stops shaking, Sunghoon helps him to his feet and guides him home.

"It's alright, you can go home now." Yn reassures, sitting on his bed with a glass of water in hand. Yn watches the unsteady surface shake as his anxiety refuses to die down despite being in the safety of his home.

"No, no I can't." Sunghoon says resolutely. He's been pacing back and forth in Yn's spacious room, eyebrows furrowed, traces of anger still present in his eyes. "The man who was following you wasn't just some ordinary creep. He was a vampire on a hunt. I could feel the bloodlust."

"You mean, he was planning on drinking my blood?"

"Yes, even though it's strictly forbidden. It's basically a law among vampires to not drink blood from unconsenting humans." Sunghoon explains, his voice tainted with disgust. "But that doesn't stop some vampires who are sick of animal blood or cold blood bags. And since you smells so..." He trails off, but he doesn't have to finish for Yn to understand.

"I can't tell my parents, they'll make me drop out and lock me up in here and I've never been so happy than I am right now. I don't wanna lose that."

"There is a way for you to stay safe but it will come at a price." Sunghoon suggest after a short pause. His tone is much softer this time, almost defeated.

"What is it?"

"You can become my blood servant."

a/n: listen pookies, I know Yn stories are written in a 'you' format but I hate it so much I can't bring myself to do it and I'm just used to the third person pov

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[mrslectermoriarty]

Headcanon Series #20

I need the Daggers to have a TikTok Account, hear me out!

Coyote: "Were the Daggers, of course we look amazing in our flight suits." He does a twirl and strikes a pose. Applause behind the camera.

Cut to Halo: "Were the Daggers, of course we managed to get good callsigns." In the background someone yells “Fuck off, Egg White!”. Halo gives the camera a pointed look. “We definetly good the good call signs.”

Cut to Fanboy: "Were the Daggers, of course our CO is the Navy's greatest pilot." He holds up a picture of Maverick lying on the ground, he stumbled over his open shoelaces. “But seriously. He is.”

Cut to Fritz: "We're the Daggers, of course we've been at least once at Top Gun." The camera zooms out, so we can see the base he’s standing in front of. He does a thumbs up. “Crazy place!”

Cut to Hangman: "We’re the Daggers, of course we're the best of the best." Rooster in the background gives him the finger. Hangman doesn’t see it. Chuckling behind the camera. “What’s so funny?”

Cut to Phoenix: "We're the Daggers, of course we blackmail each other with embarassing photos." Bob is sitting in the background. He looks up into the camera and gives it a serious nod.

Cut to Omaha: "We're the Daggers, of course we look back at our academy days in shame." Fritz walks by and grimaces.

Cut to Payback, in a bar: "We're the Daggers, of course we loose a shit ton of money to each other when we play pool at the hard deck. Well, some of us." He smirks. Groaning behind the camera.

Cut to Bob: "We're the Daggers, of course we have a group chat." His phone lights up and he shows the screen to the camera. We see a group chat that gets new messages every couple seconds. “Guys? You know we’re all on the same base right now? We can actually talk to each other.”

Cut to Yale, it’s night by now and he’s standing in front of a dimly lit house in otherwise darkness. There’s whispering in the background. "We're the Daggers, of course we continue the tradition of raiding the CO's liquor stack."

Cut to Harvard, inside of a house. Looks like a living room. Everyone is standing in the middle of the room and shouting; it’s loud. Harvard looks bewildered. "We're the Daggers, of course our CO is married to an Admiral and didn't tell us about it. He also didn't tell us about one of us being his legal child." Cut to the zoomed in background where we can see a blurry figure standing in a corner with a glass in its hand. Cut to Harvard, now in selfie mode and close to his face. He whispers: “That’s the fucking COMPACFLT.”

Cut to Rooster in the same living room. He has a small, awkward smile on his face while Phoenix stands a bit behind him and looks pissed. "We're the Daggers, of course it never gets boring with us around, I guess." Hangman sneaks into the frame, kisses Rooster and runs away, yelling something like “it never does”. Rooster stands there, too stunned to speak. Behind the camera: “Wait, did he just-“

Cut to Maverick sitting in a comfortable looking armchair, elbows on his knees and a beer in his hands. He’s laughing into the camera and speaks with a soft voice: "They're my Daggers and of course they’re family." “No no no, you’re supposed to say- what, did you just call us family? Guys, Mav just called us his family!” Happy shouting erupts in the background and Maverick is being group-hugged by several aviators around him. The camera shakes and the video ends.

Beautiful inspiration, I must say…

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Borderline

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Moment's Silence

...

Stretching his arms up into the air, the young Gojo stepped into the recreational room of the dorms. Loudly yawning as he fixed the sunglasses back onto his nose, nose scrunched up at the sight of a pensive Suguru sitting by the dark-hued couches. His onyx eyes solely focused on the screen of his phone.

(Side Note: Suguru hates bright screens, just like you, so he kept his on both the lowest setting and in dark mode. On the contrary, Gojo was one of those few assholes who likes having his phone at the highest brightness possible. The one brighter than the common folk's future. If you're like this, kindly fuck off)

"Still?" At this, Suguru spared a brief glance before going back to his device. "Still."

Gojo clicked his tongue in pure annoyance, anger swelling up inside him as he glared at nothing.

Everyone's barely seen you the last four weeks. Mission, shower, sleep, wake up, eat, mission --- that was the routine you've committed to ever since those old fucks decided to abruptly assign you a load of jobs to take care of.

They didn't even work him or Suguru as much as they worked you. It was as though one day, they just up and decided that your skills just needed to be put to the test on a daily basis. Pushed to the very brink, see if you could handle it or not.

And, you took it. Without a single word. You just took it like a good little bitch...and THAT pissed him off.

"Don't even think about it, Satoru." Of course, he knew. Suguru knew everything about him by this point. Huffing, the silver-haired threw himself into the couch, the raven-haired's arms already raised as Gojo plopped his head into his best friend's lap. (Suguru now has an elbow stabbing Gojo's sternum while the other test on the arm rest, fingers playing with the ends of silver locks)

"They don't even fight back! No argument, no protest--- nothing! Where's the spitfire? That bitch is always fighting with me so why not with those old sacks of skin, hm?"

Suguru types something, "Think about it this way, they are an outsider on foreign soil. It's chaotic enough they only got here a few months ago. They don't know anyone and need as many allies as they can get --- you know they've always been quite the politician themselves. They're just playing the game."

The Six-Eye user groaned in exasperation, childishly kicking his feet against the arm rest, "I hate clan politics. So fucking boring. Why do they even bother with those fossils?"

Suguru paused, "Did you not notice, that ever since they arrived here, the spotlight's been taken off of you?"

Gojo pushed the glasses down his nose, confusion in his beautiful eyes, "What do you mean?"

It was Suguru's turn to click his tongue in annoyance, "Satoru, they've been taking the heat for you. So that you can have some semblance of privacy."

For the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru is silent. A stunned expression adores his features, eyes, once again, focusing on oblivion as his mind processes what Suguru said

"They...they care about me?"

Suguru freezes, fingers hovering over the plastic keyboard of his flip phone. A little bunny charm hangs from the device, Gojo notices. Ieiri must've gotten it for him

"Obviously." He said it as though it was common knowledge. As though everyone knew this to be a fact instead of a myth or falsehood.

"Are you sure?"

Closing the phone, Suguru gazed down at his friend. An indecipherable look in his darkness as he made a slight face, "You know, they're not good with feelings, Satoru."

Gojo whines, staring up at his best friend, faces inches away, "Then why don't they ever call me by my name, eh? Always Gojo this, Gojo that --- they call you by yours, so why not mine?"

Is this motherfuckers being serious rn? Is she for real fucking jealous?

"...I don't know." He lied through his teeth

But Gojo can see all

"Bullshit, you've had the most interactions with them. So it would only make sense for you to know, spit it out."

Suguru told his eyes at his friend's childish antics, "Why don't you just hang with them more? Maybe that'll do the trick."

Sitting up, Gojo threw his hands up in the air, annoyance evident in his voice as he screeched, "I've tried! But it's like they avoid me like I got the freaking bird flu or something."

His interactions with you have always been positive on the surface. Regardless, something has always felt off between the two of you. You took all to his touch despite having avoided everyone else's, sides from Suguru's. In fact, you seem to gravitate towards him. It's likely you are touch starved but for what reason, he didn't know.

You always had this tendency to keep things close to your chest, no matter what. It's been months and none actually knew a thing about your past. Why is that? Why are you so secretive?

You acted like nothing was wrong but all the signs pointed opposite. Did you think him dumb? Did you think he couldn't see the little fears in your head turn as you overnight a most miniscule of interactions as though analyzing it would save your life in the end? He might be blind to others thoughts on him, but not yours.

Although, he didn't know what your thoughts about him were --- he knew that you tolerated him enough that it was safe to assume you enjoyed his presence more than others. And, that was saying a lot.

He bought you things, gave you your favorite foods. Made sure you were comfortable with the people around you, paid attention to you as to not make to feel neglected. So why was it that he still felt miles away from you?

And why did he care so much?

" 'Toru, where did you go?" A familiar voice broke him out of his train of thoughts, looking to his right, Gojo blinked at the sight of a concerned Suguru. Whose eyebrows are nearly knitted at the center, a light frown staining his sharp features like bad art.

"Just thinking," cerulean blue glimpsed down to the eclipse chart that hanged from the other male's strong neck, "Ne, Suguru. Do you care about them?"

Said man rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward look on his face as he nodded, "Yeah, you could say that, I guess."

(Side Note: Suguru did not feel awkward at the fact that he actually cares about you, but rather, he didn't expect Gojo to just abruptly ask emotionally charge questions --- Gojo is much like that one friend who just randomly asks if you love them at the most random of times. They require constant reassurance without making it seem like they are needy/clingy so they ask it in the most nonchalant of manners)

"Do you care about me too?"

"Of course." Not a moment's hesitation. No stutter nor stranger, it was clear and concise. Most of all, it was the truth.

At this, the silver-haired laid his head onto his friend's shoulder. A discreet smile sweetening his lips.

"Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."

Gojo looked at Suguru with squinted eyes, a pout on his lips, "Who were you texting?" "What?" "You were so focused, ignoring me for your phone. So, who were you texting?"

"Utahime." Gojo made a confused face, "What? What for?"

"Nothing important, to be honest. She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

"What'd she see?" Gojo quipped.

Suguru hummed, laying his own head on top of Gojo's, an indecipherable expression on his canvas, "Just a little something."

.

.

.

You stood under the rain, streaks of red running down your face as you viciously glared at the curse chained up in front of you. It whine and squirmed under the weight of your cursed chains.

Gashes covered your body, some clean-cut, others would be a mess to stitch back up. Although, as you made action to move over to the curse, you nearly screamed as a lightning strike of pain shot through your abdomen. Taking a moment to focus on your breaths, you gazed down to your torso, mouth twisting into a snarl at the bloody sight.

A hole, the size of your fist, right through your flesh. Must've happened while one of the major curses had you under it,

they did it again. They fucking did it again! It was supposed to be a bunch of Grade 2's.

Should've fucking known

Funnily enough (not funny at all, you're beyond pissed off now), what they meant was a bunch of Grade 1's. Even better, they failed to mention two of them was near-Special Grade

Without a moment longer, you sliced the hideous creatures into smithereens (you would've loved to punch into a pulp but the wounds on your body restrained you from doing so.)

Pulling out your phone, you thumbed the third contact.

"It's done."

"Complaints?"

You bit your tongue until you tasted iron, "None."

"Good. Did you reconsider?"

"No."

A deep static sigh echoed form the other end, "You're proving to be quite the nuisance, little one. Where's your sense of gratitude?"

"When you're not looking, I'm going to absolutely annihilate that little guitar of yours. Now, are we done?"

A brief pause, "For now." The line dies.

What a pain

Literally and figuratively

Although, it was nice. To feel something instead of overwhelming guilt. As you tightened your fist, the cursed chains that wrapped around your knuckles softly whined under the pressure. The soreness of your digits slowly brought you back into reality --- times like these, you missed that stupid onion. He'd talk your ear off, but he had this way of bringing you back to Earth. Suguru also had that skill, but his would lull you to sleep while Gojo gave you enough energy to move about your day.

They both had their benefits

Agh, you really are fucked --- wait...you're not alone

"Well, well. Didn't think I'd find you here." That voice...

You'd only need to glance over your shoulders to see the truth, you could recognize that soul from anywhere

"And, I didn't expect to see you again, Tsukumo."

...

(A/N): Hi hello so like forget whatever I said about the timeline being fucked up. I fixed it but good fucking luck cuz we about to go warp 9 soon enough.

Song Inspo: Borderline - Tame Impala

Huh? How the hell do you know Yuki Tsukumo? And why was she looking for you in the first place?

What did Utahime see that she contacted Suguru?

Why are the Higher-Ups trying to kill you? What exactly did you do to get on their bad side?

Originally:

"Then why don't they ever call me by name, ne?" Suguru was supposed to respond with, "Because you aren't open with them, Satoru." But held his tongue and went with, "I don't know."

"What? What for?" Suguru was supposed to say, "I was... verifying a rumor, nothing important." Yet, at the last second, he switched to, "She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

Why is Suguru so secretive all of a sudden? In fact, he's been quite reserved for a while now...

The first contact in your phone was suppose to be Kiyotaka Ijichi. (Did you think I forgot his existence? Well, you are correct.) But I changed it.

The first two contacts in your phone are Toru and Sugu, in that order. (I wonder if the order actually matters)

Ah, it wasn't Tsukumo you were supposed to meet. For the original character, I was torn between two individuals --- one you already unknowingly met and another you met but kept quiet about. Both are surprisingly relevant to one another, colleagues if you will.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Freestyle Bar

“This bar makes Stars “ Tom Holland says in a deep sleep as he rolls over on to his back as he snores.In deep slumber his mind drifts away until he thinks he is awoken, he sits up in his bed in a feverish sweat. His mind grows groggy landing on to his feet he slips from his bedroom and out the door as it shuts.

There is a long path of bricks leading in to a blue brick road his feet start to shuffle ever forward. As he continues to walk something is most definitely off with bright lights striking past him.Loud music is playing blasting through the windows fully propelling him forward as his fest begins to break out.

Reaching edge of the road he comes to a full stop standing, staring and lost in a sea of amusement.He watches through the window at the utter beauty of a wondrous light show with neon lights swaying away.People are dancing away with the dj and the bartender are in dance mode performing all over the place.

Tom enters the foray in to the door way slip in to the hallway as he moves closer to the end of the entrance. He is left in awe stepping an inch closer the doors slam shut automatically locking in place there is no escape.The music grows louder booming higher in to the massive cabin as the dj begins to go blending genres.

Less then a second people stop everything they are doing as they stare up in to the sky watching the beautiful dance being unveil .It is for all to see as the ceiling slides open letting the fresh night air and the stars are on full display. “The shooting stars are driving everyone to a new high, the world is crazy, give in so we may dance.” Dj states.

The music penetrates his mind bouncing all over the place everything goes wild in awe amazing effort.He loosens up dancing like a crazy person in his clothes, stripping off what still exist of the semblance of his life.He spins about landing on his feet he faces in to two mirror, poor Tom Holland is an actor no more he backs up.

The cabin grows dark leaving him isolated and alone with both slamming back on to the floor smashing.The glass shards are breaking extremely loose spreading on to the floor and shaking him in to his core.He walks to one kneeling down he peers in to the shards seeing alternating versions of himself.

The shards are starts to align crawling one little shover growing closer to him as they are reassembling. They form the back building it as it core and the shards jump on to it completely showing him who he is.He continues to back up in to an invisible wall behind him and find himself total blocked in place.

Dj Tom Holland exists the motto pushing past the glass on to the floor of the dark room as he looking so fine.Behind him there is a hand touching both of his shoulders, he grips him tight with love in his heart.That is bartender Tom Holland started to turn him to face him and he finally gave in to it like a puff of smoke meeting with both versions of him.

“Hello everyone!”

“My name is Tom”

“Tom here too”

“We are here to rock your body”

“Mold your mind”

“Set you loose”

“24/7”

“7 days a week”

“365 days a year”

“Who wants a drink?”

“Who wants to party?”

“Go bat shit crazy”

“I love these moves”

“Do you want this body”

“Who wants to join me and feel me up?”

“Touch my body “

“I’ll pour you a drunk”

“Hell yeah! Fuck yeah!”

the end

[wednesdaymunson]

Mine (Interlude)

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It's the day after reader slept with Eddie and told him that she still loved him. Eddie finds out she's seeing Keanu. Eddie and reader decide to stop hooking up. Reader is in NYC to spend a couple of days with Keanu.

A/N: This was meant to be part 3, but the material written after was a little over the place, at this point it's still in outline mode while I work on a Kas request. So this is an interlude and I hope you enjoy 😊-reblogs and likes are most welcomed and I love getting feedback 🖤

Warnings: slight angst,smut,a dab of toxic Baby Daddy Eddie, fluff, special guest Steve, thigh riding, oral(m receiving). Drinking. Possessiveness. I think that's about it.

Word count: 2,453 give or take

Head Over Heels pt 2

''Fuck you!'' Was the last thing you said to Eddie when you called to tell him you were leaving for New York. It turned into a heated argument, him demanding you not to leave. You didn't like being that way with him, but where does he get off telling you, you couldn't leave?

You arrived at a loft that Keanu rented while he was in town. You were greeted by Harvey, the doorman.

"You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome! I'm Harvey, nice to meet you. Mr. Reeves let me know you were arriving this afternoon. Unfortunately,  he hasn't made it back yet so I will be escorting you to his apartment." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you too,  Harvey. Thank you."

"Here we are, apartment 1408. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, here is my number. Don't hesitate. There's a few of us on rotation, Donavan will be your doorman tonight until the early morning. Here is your key Ms. Y/L/N and enjoy the rest of your stay."

You unlock the door and walk into the loft. It's adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of art. He had some guitars in the corner of the living room and a few plants throughout. You got to the small kitchen table and there sat your favorite flowers along with a card and box of sweets. You picked up the card to read. 

'Y/N, I'm glad to have you here with me. Please make yourself at home.- Always, Keanu.'

You decide to check out the rest of the place. The bathroom had a walk-in shower, a spacious vanity, mood lighting, and a big deep tub. It reminded you of a spa. All you needed was a glass of wine and a good book. The bedroom was cozy. It was dimly lit, dark, and heavy curtains to block out the sunlight when needed. 

The star of the room was the king-size bed. You flopped yourself on it and buried your face into the covers. You could smell him, and that brought a smile to your face and comfort. You feel a hand caress your ass. You quickly turn around to see Keanu.

"Hey, Beautiful." He smiled

"Hey, Handsome." You smiled back. 

He joins you in bed and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He leans in and your lips press against each other, tongues swirling around each other, as he presses his body into yours. 

"Maybe we should do takeout tonight."  You grinned. 

"I would love that, but we've had plenty of nights in. You deserved to be taken out on the town." He cooed.

Keanu took you out shopping that afternoon. He was attentive to everything you touched and picked up in the stores. He would suggest items every so often, but his goal was to make you happy and as long as you were happy, he was happy. You were only there for a couple of days, but at the end of the shopping spree, you had enough to fill a closet and a dresser. You felt a bit embarrassed because you hardly ever buy this much in 3 months, let alone one trip. 

"Keanu! Why did you let me get all this?! I'm only here for a couple of days. We should take some of this back."

"Babe, did you want the clothes, shoes, and etc.?" He asked. 

"Yes."

"Then there it is. Whatever you want, your heart's desires, is yours. If you want, you can keep what you want here for when you come back." He beamed. 

The night came quickly. You were in the living room waiting for Keanu to finish getting ready. You made a phone call to check on Evelyn and tell her goodnight. You took a moment to admire your dress in the mirror. It was a dark red mini dress with a black floral mesh overlay. Keanu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Absolutely stunning." He whispered. 

"You too." You smiled

"Good evening, Mr. Reeves. I see you're accompanied by a beautiful and I'm sure sweet lady. How did you trick her to come visit you?" Donavan joked.

"He told me he was going to put me in movies, but all the scenes take place in the bedroom. Obviously, our idea of movies differs." You quipped. 

"See Donavan, she's not all that sweet." Keanu chuckled. 

The driver pulls up in a black SUV. Keanu opens the door for you and helps you in. 

"You kids have fun!" Donavan shouts from his post. 

Dinner was great. Keanu took you to his favorite sushi restaurant. The both of you laughed and had great conversations. Luckily, you were sitting in a private area, so you could be as loud as you wanted to. As you finish your drink, you catch him staring at you. 

"What? Is there something on my face? Dress?"

Keanu laughed. "No, I can't believe I'm having dinner with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" You laughed. 

"It's okay if you don't believe me. The day I saw you, time slowed, everything was tunnel vision, and I thought to myself, 'She's so god damn beautiful..'. Then all these rose petals fell from the sky, and Prince was playing in the background." He chuckled. 

"Then I saw you again at some club and all I saw was you, I couldn't even hear the music. I knew then the universe had us cross paths again for a reason." 

Dinner was over, but the night was still young. Keanu suggested you both attend an art gallery. There, he introduced you to a few people. He mentioned your photography, paintings, and other works to the gallerist — they offered to set up a meeting in a few months to go over your work for a possibility of putting some of your items in the gallery. It was the fifth time the server came around with a tray of cocktails. You had been building up liquid courage to speak to these important people. The alcohol finally caught up to you, and you felt like you were floating in a world all your own. 

"You ready to go home, Sweetheart?" 

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Home. Are you ready to go home? It's getting late, babe."

"Oh, yesss. I'm ready to get outta these clothes." You giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!... just a bit buzzed." You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home, Princess."

Hearing him call you that name made your stomach do flips. It also reminded you of Eddie. Your mind started to wander off, wanting to know what he was doing, if he was taking this chance to find someone else and move on, or was he finally sticking to his words. 

"Here, take my blazer. You're shivering."

Keanu drapes his blazer over your shoulders while you wait for the driver.  He lights a cigarette and makes sure the smoke isn't blowing your way. He gets a couple of drags before the SUV pulls up. He puts it out, helps you in, and slides in behind you. Keanu takes his forefinger and thumb to grab your chin, and he crashes his lips into yours, tongues rolling over each other. You press your body into his, making your way to straddle his thigh, your dress rucked up, exposing your bare ass and soaked pussy. Luckily the privacy partition was up. 

"No panties and already dripping for me? Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He growled into your ear. 

He peppered your neck with kisses mixed with light nips. He kisses down your chest, then to the top of your left breast, and he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. You let out a low moan and buck your hips, feeling the friction on your clit grinding against his thigh.

"Does that feel good, Princess?"

"Mm yes." You moaned.

"Do you want to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum, yeah?"

"Yes, I wanna cum for you ou." You whined. 

Keanu's hands run up and down your thighs while you grind your needy cunt on this thigh. You let out breathy moans, chasing your orgasm. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking you all in. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach. 

"We're almost home, Princess. I need you to cum now."

You bear down and start to move your hips at a faster pace. Your breathing became rapid as you reached climax, your nails dug into the back of the seat, skin prickling as you collapsed from pleasure. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. The driver taps on the partition. 

"That's my girl." He whispered. 

The door opens as soon as both of you are decent. Your dress back at its normal length, and Keanu had positioned his blazer to cover his bulge and the arousal you left on his pants. 

"Mr. Reeves, Ms. Y/L/N, I hope you both had a wonderful night." Donavan greeted. 

"It was great, Donavan. I'm glad Y/N decided to come." Keanu winked. 

The both of you giggled as you got out of the vehicle. As soon as he locks the door to the loft, you push him back against the door, your lips trailing kisses down his neck while your hand palms his hardon through his pants. Keanu groans, his hands moving up your dress. You slap his hands away. 

"No, let me be your good girl. Let me make you feel good. I've been wanting to do this all day." You smirk. 

You drop to your knees and undo Keanu's belt and pants, you release his hard, long cock, and pull back his foreskin to fully expose the head. Your mouth is already watering at the sight, you give him a couple of kitten licks, swirl your tongue around the head, and take him into your mouth. Keanu lets out a soft moan, his hand barely touching the nape of your neck. 

You pump his cock while your cheeks hollow, bobbing up and down. Drool trickles down his dick to his heavy balls. 

"F-fuck, Y/N! Your mouth feels so damn good! Please look at me with those beautiful eyes." Keanu begged.

You look up at him as you slow down your pace, your tongue running over every inch of him. You release him from your mouth and move down to tongue and suck on his swollen balls while you continue to pump him. He groans and bucks his hips. 

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" You cooed. 

"Fuck yes! Let me fill your mouth up, sweetheart." He moaned. 

You give a firm lick of the underside to the tip of his dick and shove his cock to the back of your throat. You hold yourself there for a few seconds and pull back with his cock covered in spit, trailing from your lips. You take him into your mouth again, quickening your pace. You place your thumb on his sweet spot while sucking on the head of his cock, trying not to break the seal. Your free hand was gripping his thigh and you could feel him tense up, he was so close. You applied a little more pressure rubbing on the sweet spot. He inhaled sharply as he grabbed the back of your head. He stilled himself before he grunted while filling your mouth with hot ropes of cum, spurting into the back of your throat. You held still until you knew he was done and you swallowed around him. Keanu helped you up and kissed you deeply. 

"Babe, you're fucking perfect." He breathed.

The next morning he took you to breakfast. The restaurant was busy, but he was able to snag a booth tucked away in a back corner. Breakfast was full of smiles, giggles, and light touches. Keanu excused himself to the restroom. As you moved your food around your plate, a strange gentleman took Keanu's place. Once you processed the face, you realized who sat across from you. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. Why didn't you call me to let me know you were in town? I find it kinda rude seeing that I'm Evelyn's godfather, that you didn't hit me up." Steve said with a smug look. 

"Hello, Steven. This was an impromptu visit, so I didn't think this was something to alert the presses about. I'm sure you're super busy with your coke whores and other illegal extracurricular activities." You smiled. 

"Don't be like that, honey. You know I'm never too busy for my best friend and his lady."

"When did you and Keanu become friends?" You snarked. 

Steve gave you a deadpan stare. 

"You know who I meant."

"So I'm guessing Eddie told you I was here and to spy on me. Hmm?"

"Not spying, just making sure you were okay, no funny business going on. He loves you, Y/N. Give him a chance."

"I know, Steve. I love him too and always will, but I have strong feelings for Keanu. I think it's too little too late for Eddie and I."

Steve breaks eye contact with you to look up. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Keanu asked. 

"Yes,  everything is fine. This is Steve, Evelyn's Godfather. He's from Hawkins as well, grew up with Eddie." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves, big fan." Steve gets up and extends his hand. 

Keanu shakes Steve's hand. "Nice to meet you as well. If you don't mind, my lady and I would like to finish our breakfast."

"Of course! Y/N, next time let me know when you're in town, I'll set something up. Now, if you excuse me, I have some things I have to tend to."

You gave Steve a small wave. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You know I can read your face."

"Yeah, it's just Eddie being Eddie." You sighed. 

The rest of the day was spent taking in the sights and enjoying good street food. Keanu joined you on the way to the airport and escorted you to your terminal. While you both stood at the window watching the planes, he held your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder. 

"Y/N, I want to make this official. I really like you, like a lot. I want to take this chance and see where it takes us." 

"I would really like that. Are you sure you're ready for the craziness that is my life? " You laughed. 

"I'm more than capable of handling that, and you're worth it." He smiled

It was time to board your plane. You said your goodbyes. It would be a few more months before he came back to L.A..

A/n: I wanted to include "Fade Into Me" by Mazzy Star, but tumblr was being weird with it and not letting me update.

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[albumwalloffame]

Top 10 Best Album covers of 2023 - Part 2 of 2

Part 1 Here

#5. Ludmilla - Vilã

Look, as much as I love the elegant look of Aymui Hamasaki's album cover, Ludmilla's red and black cover for Vilã just intrigues me more. Okay, I'm a bit of a simp, shut up.

#4. The View - Exorcism of Youth

On the topic of Red and Black, The View give us an absolutely fantastic album cover with great contrast and pleasing colours. The red sky offset by the Cooler blue water below, everything in silhouette, it is a very well made album cover. Props to the artist for this one.

#3. Lucinda Williams - Stories From a Rock n Roll Heart

MM-HMM, ROCK IT!

Dolly went with a glamourous side of Rock, which makes sense, Dolly is a glamourous woman, but Lucinda goes for a classier, more down to earth image. Rock and Roll has room for both aesthetics, but if I have to pick my favourite, I'm sorry but glamour isn't my thing.

#2. Raye - My 21st Century Blues

This is the kind of album cover that would have easily grabbed the number one spot. I love images that almost tell a story within themselves. This one reminding me of last year's winner "Everything I Didn't Say", and the hands poking out of the big pile of musical instruments is a nice touch, like multiple people are trying to claw out. I guess what keeps this from being number one, personally I think it could be stronger, like instead of musical instruments the pile could be full of other things that represent the ills of the 21st century, or it could've harkened back to the album covers of Robert Johnson or Lead Belly. It's a great image, but I wish it was stronger.

#1. Sarah & The Safe Word - The Book of Broken Glass

This album cover, it almost feels like it was specifically made for me. It's gothy, almost evoking images of Poe stories. Yet the colours are not too dark or muted, it almost does look like this album cover could be remade with stained glass, evoking imaged of gothic churches. I mean, I can't really say anything more about this cover than it's Beautiful.

Makes me really want another Aurelio Voltaire album just to talk about the cover art.

Honourable Mentions:

McKinley Dixon - Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!? - Stylish illustrations always count for something.

Kesha - Gag Order - I would feel uncomfortable putting this on the list proper, Kesha's been through a lot so it wouldn't seem fair to brush it off though.

Jen Cloher - I Am the River, the River is Me - I imagine that feels good.

Taylor Swift - Speak Now (Taylor's Version) - Credit where it's due, that is a great cover. Not inviting the Swifties though, y'all saty away from me.

Ashnikko - Weedkiller - I almost have to applaud this one for not being Demidevil.

Yaeji - With a Hammer - Crash Thompson, I think Lil' Sweetie has competition.

Kamelot - The Awakening - I think we're done with power metal covers for a good while.

Joff Bush - Bluey: Dance Mode - Throwing a bone to Bluey Fans, to be fair it is pretty colourful.

Rebecca Black - Let Her Burn - ...I'm not touching this until everyone apologizes to her.

IVE - I've Ive - The graphic designer in me loves this, the Writer in me hates this.

[moorishflower]

Apropos of the Addams family post from a few weeks back: Hob meeting Gomez and them immediately vibing. Freak4freak friendship. Taking one look at the horrific sublime and wanting to kiss it with tongue

GOD yes like I have trouble imagining writing Hob meeting Gomez Addams actually because the IPs are so different but if he ever did it would be IMMEDIATE recognition. Same hat vibes. Have you beheld my big beautiful spouse? Behold them and despair (the despair is lovely this time of year)

Like can you imagine Hob attending ANY function in the Dreaming, either as the Dreamlord's husband or his consort? Normal McNormalman wandering around amongst gods and fey and nightmares and angels and being so painfully ordinary and HUMAN that he loops back around to being just. The cryptid in the room. Everyone whispering to each other, "Does anyone know that guy? Who is that? Did he sneak in?"

Hob just happily chatting away eating canapes and mingling and discussing footie with satyrs and shit, and finally some asshole god or demigod strolls on up to him and clears their throat, and demands to know "Who are you? Why are you here? You're just some human."

And Hob blinks his big beautiful brown cow eyes and he says "Oh! I'm here with my husband! Here he is now!" And just simp mode activates IMMEDIATELY. Dream standing there in full nightmare regalia glowering daggers at whoever has dared to impugn the honor of HIS husband, visibly bleeding shadows while the unfortunate guest contemplates how swiftly their mortality is about to be ripped from their still-conscious body, and Hob tucks his arm through Dream's, "How's your night been so far, baby? Good party, the brownies seemed very interested in the latest scores for Manchester, think they might be close to setting up a league of their own, dunno who they'd play against though. Christ, you look fantastic tonight. Doesn't he look fantastic? We should definitely dance later, imagine how you'd look on the floor with all these shadows around you. Phwoar. Are you thirsty, darling?"

"Wine will suffice."

"Sure, love, be right back. Nice talking with you, mate!" And off he trots to the refreshments table, and meanwhile Dream has expanded to roughly 1.5 times his normal height and living darkness wreathes him in an aura of cold sweat and midnight shivers, and he has to lean down almost at the waist to address whoever this unfortunate SOB is. Blinking slow and deliberate, like a lizard eyeing a mouse.

"You are lucky. My husband is in a charitable mood. If you ever speak ill of him again. It will not be his mercy you must seek."

And Hob comes back with two glasses of wine right as Dream is straightening up, and the unfortunate god or demigod looks like they're about to simultaneously weep and piss themselves, and he gives Dream his drink and then in a smooth and seamless motion gets his arm around Dream's waist and dips the 8ft tall nightmare man. Logically, and based on their respective heights, it should not be that easy, but Dream is visibly enjoying it.

"My sweet," Hob is murmuring into Dream's clavicle, "my darling, my Dream. Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

"Yes. But tell me again."

And at this point Hob's would-be detractor takes the opportunity to flee, just as Hob is planting a line of smacking kisses up the Dreamlord's neck. "Beautiful," he's saying, "ravishing, stunning, awe-inspiring."

And after that there's a sort of flyer or pamphlet that gets circulated through a bunch of supernatural circles, with Hob Gadling's name and description and picture, THIS IS THE PRINCE-CONSORT OF THE NIGHTMARE KING, HE IS ALLOWED AND ENCOURAGED TO BE HERE.

[cherry-writes-yanderes]

Stay

(Montgomery Gator, FNAF: Security Breach)

Part 2 Here!

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Warnings: gender neutral reader, platonic yandere, yandere behavior, stalking, possessive behavior, claustrophobia triggers, paranoia, kidnapping, childish behavior

“Monty seems to really like you, (y/n).”

You were a new animatronic maintenance provider at the Mega Pizzaplex, but already your co-workers were joking about the gator animatronic’s apparent “fancy” towards you in particular. You had worked with Monty twice before, and there was already a noticeable shift in his behavior when around you compared to the other staff members.

With other workers, the gator is very cold and hostile. All of your co-workers' dread when they’re assigned to him for maintenance. Monty would break things, roar in people’s faces if they got too close, and he even one time almost bit off the manager’s ear.

With you however, his behavior is drastically different.

He sits quietly, calls you flattering names like “rockstar” and “beauty” (which you’ve told him to stop doing but to no avail), all around behaving in your presence. It shocked everyone, truly.

At first you were terrified of him. Considering the fact that he was very rough with the other workers, you really had no choice but to be on the defense. But when you reached up to clean his star-shaped glasses that sat on his long snout, he purred robotically and took them off, gingerly handing them to you so that you didn’t have to get too close like you feared. You quietly thanked him, rubbing the lenses with a cloth.

Monty smiled at you and nodded in response, pulling his bass around to strum it while you were busy.

Cute… He thought to himself, seeing your tiny human body compared to his. He could easily break you at any given moment, and that made him feel powerful.

You made him feel powerful.

And he liked you for that.

Soon enough, as you started to help with other areas of the Pizzaplex, you began to see Monty everywhere. You knew that all of the animatronics had some kind of “free roaming mode”, but this was just creepy. You would even try to hide behind co-workers because you knew that Monty would be there. Even if his eyes were covered by his sunglasses, you knew deep down that he was always looking right at you.

As if you thought it couldn’t get any worse...

It began when you were assigned to perform maintenance on Freddy in his Green Room. You enjoyed Freddy’s presence too, a very kind and gentle animatronic, almost in a fatherly way. Especially his way of innocently responding to things as if he was still a child learning what sarcasm meant. It made your day every time!

Monty didn’t like that.

You should only be smiling around him!

You always clapped for him when he played songs for you, and you even clean his glasses really well! You were meant for him! You were meant to be with him and be his biggest fan!!

As you left Freddy’s Green Room, you were greeted by a large, green torso staring back at you.

“Oh, hi Monty!” You greeted, looking up to look him in the eye. Although he did creep you out a bit, you chalked it up to just him being a little clingy from finding someone that he likes. No big deal, right?

The tall gator smiled back at you, his tail slightly swishing at your presence.

“Rockstar! I have something to show you!” Monty bounced excitedly. You smiled at his happiness, giggling as you checked your watch for the time.

“Alright Monty, you can show me, but quickly! I have to go soon!”

Monty nearly yanks your arm off, dragging you into a nearby studio area that was ominously quiet. You had no time to think as you were shoved into a nearby dark, tight locker, the door squeaking as Monty slams it shut.

“MONTY!” You scream as he stands outside, staring at you through the slits in the metal.

“No! You are supposed to be mine! My fan, my friend, no- my BEST friend! Not him! Freddy’s not your friend, I AM!” He roars, his fists clenching in anger.

You knew that the animatronics were programmed to understand children, and sometimes they acted like them, but this? You never would have suspected.

“Stay here until the Pizzaplex closes. Then, I can finally show you that new song I’ve been working on!” The gator shouts, as if nothing is wrong or insidious with this behavior.

“Stay... And be good.”

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[papacopia-crucified]

I knew it would fit my Dracopia fic so. All credits to the creator of this beautiful art piece I just found on Pinterest

After Dark pt6

I had a brainfart for a whole week so, I did not manage to continue write After Dark but I just kept listening to Depeche Mode Enjoy the Scilence, idk it’s HIS song too in my opinion. I’m obsessed. #ilovePapa

🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀

As you were preparing for the night’s shift, you started to become more and more anxious. Party with the ghouls and the beautiful ghoulettes, you’d had to slap yourself, cause it ain’t a dream as you assumed.

“What if Papa shows up Pen? I’ll probably faint and say sorry after waking up.” She was just looking at you just as your pet bat did. You knew that they felt your excitement and even your nervousness. You hear your phone making a beep sound and as you unlocked it you slapped your forehead in realisation.

‘I know it’s you day off, but could you maybe get here? There’s another letter waiting for you. And I think it’s written with blood.’ - Michael

‘SHIT… uhmm yeah I’ll meet u there. And I totally forgot that I’m off today. I have new friends that I’ll meet up there.’

‘Friends? Since when you have friends other than me?’ - Michael

‘I’ll tell you when we meet, I’ll try to be as fast as possible.’

‘Alright see u then bestie.’ - Michael

‘See ya.’

You dropped your phone to the bed and laid backwards until your back touched the bed.

“Why is this keep happening? Why me?”

As you approached the back door of the club, Michael was already there waiting for you. He was kind of not scared but disturbed.

“Finally you’re here.”

“I’m here, so where’s the letter?” He said nothing, but handed you the letter, your name was there written with blood. It was smeared but it was there.

“Maybe it’d be better if you read this inside. You want to people to stare.” He ushered you inside gently and you thanked him. You two did not stop until you reached the door the the dressing room. “Don’t worry (Y/n). Everything will be fine.” He tried to calm you down, but it did not work much since you were jumping out of your skin from fear.

“I don’t think so. Thank you Mich.”

“Anytime.” He kissed your forehead and you opened the door and closed it fast. Your heart was beating faster and you felt that it wanted to burst through your chest. As you opened the letter, you found your way to a chair and dropped down on it. What you did find in that letter made you sick to your stomach.

I’ll find you wherever you are,

Daughter of a murderer

I’ll take my revenge,

As I walk over your and your lover’s cold corpses.

There’ll be no happy ending for you.

Just watch and see

Yours truly, X

It’s crazy you thought, who wants you dead so badly?

“Lover?…. I did not even have a….. on ho Copia.” Realisation just hit you. The dream wasn’t even a dream. He IS yours and you are HIS. It was a lot to take in. You did not even know how long did you rest in that chair, thinking through the whole situation, but you heard the dj announcing the start of the party. And even your phone made a notification sound. As you opened it, you saw that the phone number was not in your contacts.

‘We’re here. And don’t worry I know your phone number, I looked it out from your phone.’ - Cirrus

“Oh shit…. There we go.”

‘I’ll be out ASAP.’

‘Okay honey.’ - Cirrus.

“Did she just called me Honey?” You giggled, already forgot the letter, which before you go you placed it into your locker. Your way to the dance floor was short, as you were practically running to meet the ghouls. You quickly checked on Marge to make sure she’s fine with everything.

“Look who decided to show up.”

“Hey. Is everything alright?”

“If you wanna ask that if I’m fine with taking care of your job too. Yes. What are you doing here anyway?” Marge asked as she was drying one of the glasses.

“I’ll meet up with some friends.” You sat down on one of the bar chairs and Marge poured you some liquid courage. It made you quite surprised, but accepted the drink. “Thanks Marge. Do you wanna drink one too? It’s on me.”

“Alright.” She poured the alcoholic beverage into a glass again and grabbed it with her fingers moving it up.

“Bottoms up!” As it went down your throat you felt the burning sensation, which meant that it’ll have the effects soon that you’re hoping for. as time flew by it was maybe the fourth or fifth beverage that you consumed and was already in a drunken state, but not too drunk. Music was blearing, heat radiated off of the dancing group of people. But it was not the only thing you felt. It was like someone was watching you from afar. Eyeing you from your head to your toe, like he wants to devour you with his mismatched eyes.

“(Y/n). It’s good to see you honey.” You heard Cirrus’ voice and when you turned your head around smiled at her and was aware of the other ghouls behind Cirrus’ back.

“Heyya. Don’t mind me. I’m a little drunk. It’s so good to see all of you.”

“The pleasure is ours Pri…. (Y/n).” Aether took your hand and kissed it affectionately. Papa was a little jealous as he saw his precious ghoul kiss your hand, but he remained in the shadows. He was curious what you’re gonna do and what the ghouls will do. He was rather hungry too, so he hoped to get a little bite from you.

“Oh… it’s you Aether, and Dew, Mountain, Swiss, Rain. Oh… Sunshine, Cumulus. Wow. I can’t believe it that that’s really you.”

“Oh she knows. I like her.” Cooed Cumulus and it made you blush.

“Anyway, you all wants some liquid courage? I already had five… I was a little nervous.” You admitted

“Why?”

“Because you’re Ghost! My favourite band, well the only person is missing is Papa.” As you mentioned his name you heard you name and a rather delicious Italian accent.

“Talking about me Mia Dolce?” He popped up next to you and when he looked at you, legs started to wobble and you almost fell onto him. His eyes bored into yours, never leaving them.

“I think we need to talk Cop…. I mean Papa.” You quickly corrected yourself and he just chuckled.

“Oh Sorella, you can call me Copia.”

“I know. You told me before.” He was suspicious now, what you know about all of the moments you shared before.

“Yeah he would not mind if you were screaming it.” Sunshine whispered into your ear and you slapped her forearm. You were as red as a beetroot. And you imagined it, you beneath him, pleasuring you, kissing you, making you cum. Just the though of it made you wet, for him. Your Papa. He knew….

“Mio Amore, I think you wanted to talk.”

“Please Papa it can wait. We’re here to party, (Y/n) wanted to have a drink too.” Said Dew and Aether finishing each others sentence.

“Alright fine. But not too much alcohol. It’s applies to you too (Y/n).” Papa was touching your lover back now moving you a little closer to him. You were a little intoxicated so you put your hand up to his chest and felt that there was no heartbeat, but he was rather warm. He leaned in little by little until there was a little space between the two of you.

“Co…Copia….. I…”

“Do I make you speechless mia Cara? Papa got your tongue?” His hand grabbed a mop of your hair and moved it behind you ear.

“You can…. I mean…” his lips were inches away from yours.

“Yo, everybody. Listen up, cause I have something to tell ya. I heard that there’s one special woman in here. A lovely lady requested a song just for this special someone.”

“Oh wow… where’s Cirrus?” Dew looked around searching for her but your eyes were only on Papa. Your Papa.

“Our lovely Ghoulette wants to thank this special lady for her kindness and requested a song. Dear (Y/n) I’ll play you Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode.” You were now looking at the dj and Cirrus when she arrived. The song started to play and you immediately grabbed Copia’s hand and started dragging him.

“What are you up to mio topolino?”

“Dance with me Copia.”

“Gladly.”

As you swayed your hips to the music Copia nuzzled close to you. Hands on your hips your hands around his neck. Eye contact was on point, like it was never enough of his gaze. You but your bottom lip Copia responded with a little growl and nudged you closer, like a paper could not go through your bodies. Song already forgotten, there was just the two of you. Moving as one to the music.

"Mia Cara. You're taking my breath away. I just want to devour you. Mi scusi Mio Topolino. I don't know what came over me. I want to kiss you so bad." Papa was slightly embarrassed but you found it cute. You grabbed his face with both hands.

"Kiss me." You did not have him time to respond, your lips collided with his in a bruising kiss. It soon became heated as Copia buried his hand in your hair and tugged it to show your neck to him.

"Please..."

"Already begging Darling?" Papa nuzzled his nose up and down your neck, his hand snaked around your hip and pressed his noticable erection to your stomach. You moaned out his name, your whole body was burning up like you were in hell.

"You go down just like Holy Mary. Mary on a, Mary on a cross." He sang into your ear and he continued with the song. And when he stopped he looked at you and you just nodded at him cause you already knew what he was up to. He smiled at you and saw his long, sharp fangs ready to bite into your neck.

"Papa please.... Copia."

"Say it Mia Cara."

"Please bite me. Drink from me." You bared your neck even more to him, he sighed in approval and peppered your neck with kisses, and you felt it. You don't even know if you screamed or moaned in pain. The only think that you felt is your Papa, drinking from you.

Here it is Ghesties! 🖤 I really enjoyed to write this part and of course at the end I listened to Mary on a cross so that's the inspiration from.

Take care ♥️🖤

[pixicunt]

Curtain Call

i never really did get over black swan era Tae.

This is for the anon that requested dark brother Taehyung (sorry i didn't have him kill her like you wanted but i mean the ending is up to you) 

Taehyung x Reader 

words count : 3.8K

warning: extremely dubious consent, dubcon, mind break and manipulation, very innocent reader, sibling incest (its up to you if you want to think of them as full blood or step siblings, whatever makes you comfortable)  virginial fingering and penetration, bone breaking, breath play, ballet au, dark themes

note: also pls remember im new to writing so my writing is not very developed and flowy, i lack skills but i hope you like it nevertheless 

You knew you wanted to be a dancer the first time you saw Taehyung dance. your mouth open in awe as he gracefully moved across stage illuminated with intense gleaming lights, floor full of scuff marks from bone breaking practice and passion.

The classical melody filling your body with a fierce want to be standing where he was as you watched from the front seat of the audience.

 Your mother holding in her tears as her eyes follow her son gliding across the stage still slick with talcum powder, moving with grace before lifting his partner into the air as she stares right back down at him almost as if they were making love as the light catches Taehyungs glittered eyes.

The audience cheers in its closing with passionate applauds. The purple velvet curtain captures a last glimpse of the two before it comes down to drown the stage.

That was many years ago.

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Taehyung had taken off after that with nonstop practice and you would always wait by your window, your breath fogging the glass as you wait for him to return. he eventually scored a deal and was so busy that he stopped coming home all together, far to busy keeping up with the buzz and the dizzying attention for what he would bring next,

Eventfully going on tour with some of the finest ballet dancers in the world, leaving you all alone with an empty promise that he would come to see you soon. 

But a text every day turned into a text every week, to every month until he completely stopped talking to you. 

someone you had held so close to you had become nothing but a stranger, a celebrity in the media that you would always hear about.

It had been 5 years since then, your heart aching for a passion you had to let go because you only ever wanted Taehyung to be the one to guide you into a beautiful dancer, the only one that could.

You had spent the last 5 years trying to amount to anything, so many teachers dropping you like you were a burden in their class because you could not keep up to speed, some even telling you that you don't have what it takes no matter who your brother is.

You would always be in Taehyungs shadow.

That leaves you here, head bowed as you lift your leg up on the bar, your toes holding your entire weight as you keep your posture, you stand before the dance master himself in the empty room of the dance studio.

"Your all grown up"

He lifts your chin with the tip of his finger, he looked so different then when you were kids, yourself included having grown into a women in the time he had been away, his eyes drinking in every inch of your body as he straightens your posture.

You move from the bar to lift your leg behind you in a arch as told, keeping the position with the point of your toe. you dare not speak out when he was in teacher mode but you had a burning question that you just had to ask.

"why did you leave me for so long"?  

The room was quiet, he moved around your body in a circle with critical eyes, looking for any flaws in your posture, his fingers grip your ankle and lift it higher making you wince at the panful stretch

."i didn't leave you, i saved you"

you didn't know what he meant by that and you didn't have time to think as he lets go of your leg and you fall the wooden floor with bruised knees.

 Looking back up into the ceiling to floor length mirror at your brother who still looks at you with the warmest as he crouches down to your height.

"if i am to teach you then you will do everything I say, my word is now gospel. if I push then you fall with prosperity" he extended a hand for you to take.

"we will create a beautiful story with that body and if you don't listen to everything i say then somebody else will" you stood to your feet as he pulled you up with an extended hand, breathless with the way he was staring so deeply at you, the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff and he had the rope, he could either pull you up or let you fall to your death, it was all up to him, he gripped your arm and twirled you around before caging you in his arms.

"in the end your only as good as the arms you fall in to"

you nod your head. "ill do whatever it takes"

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That night you spend hours in your bedroom, knees skidding on the floor every time you fall but the way Taehyung looked at you with hope made you get back up. trying to perfect your Pirouette on the dull creek of the floor boards, sweat beading down the side of your face as you twirl again but your foot gets caught in hesitation again and you slip to the floor, the classical harmony vibrating through your veins and into the walls of your room.

you don't notice the body leaned against the frame of your door, eyeing you with intent as you breath heavy through your nose.

When you do notice however you flinch, cheeks heating with embarrassment as you lay on the cold wood floor.

"w-what are you doing here"

you stand to your feet quickly, stabilizing yourself on wobbly legs as you sit on the edge of the bed. he looks around the room, it looked the same as when he left years ago, stuffed animals lingering around the room with old pictures of you and him together in your youth, the same ugly pink curtains hanging over your window.  

He could feel it , the dull heartbeat in his ears and the numb feeling in his fingers , entering and shutting the door behind him with a faint lock that you failed to hear.

"well since im back in town for the upcoming showcase i decided that i would stay here instead of a hotel, that way i can keep on eye on your progress"

He put down his bag with a thud of the heavy black leather that must cost more then this whole house. 

His eyes dancing across your skin as he analyzed you, making you feel like you were drowning in a vast open body of water with no land or safe haven in sight.

"i have something that might help" 

he gave you a smile you had never seen before, innocent but not in the way you remember. he pulls out a cd from his bag, the thick black marking oh his name and performance in permanent marking splayed across the disk.

"go get comfortable on the bed"

There was a shift in his voice, you don't really know what but you get on the bed regardless without a word, watching as he slips infront of your tv, his back facing you as he works on setting up the film.

"if you want to learn how to dance like me then you will listen and follow everything I say". 

You shiver at the intense stare and nod, not trusting your words to convey anything. he tells you to sit up as he maneuvers himself behind you on the bed, his legs spread for you to sit between them as he pulls you back down to rest against his shoulder.

It all happened so fast that you didn't have time to think to much about it but instead let the lull of his breathing settle you into a trance, his voice hot against the side of your head.

"do not pull your eyes away from the tv, no matter what"

You felt the nerves in your stomach start to bundle but you didn't know why, swallowing thickly as he pressed play on the film. the beautiful classical start of black swan fills your ears, Taehyung dressed in white as a beautiful women starts to dance in a elegant black dress that twinkled with diamonds as it caught the light of the stage.

Black swan: pas de deux you recognize it straight away. You flinch when you feel cold fingers on your thigh, your eyes flickering to his long fingers as he traces your bare skin.

"eyes up" 

his voice was filed with a strictness you couldn't argue with and your eyes snap back to the screen to watch as he lifts the girl by her waist into the air and you gasp at the beauty, Taehyungs finger nails scratching lightly up your thigh almost like they were dancing like the two on screen.

"look at that beautiful Fouette, the way she moved into that arabesque was flawless"

His voice was just above a whisper as you watch the beautiful dancer slide across the stage, her eyes sparkling as she dips into Taehyungs arms. your eyes water at the sight, the reflection of their dancing bodies swimming across the waxed floor telling a story of 10000 words.

"This is what ballet is, this feeling right here" 

You felt his fingers slip under your panties, fingers gliding over your clit with soft circles and you gasp, your legs shutting at the weird tingles between your legs.

 "t-tae, wait" 

You try to squirm away from his touch, your eyes falling away from the tv. He is quick though, moving his legs to lock yours underneath his own and pushing them open wide. slipping down the bed in the process.

His fingers quick on your clit as you started to coat his fingers. "you know i love you right? this is what you need, dont you trust me?" 

His words were hot in your ear as you try to focus your eyes, you don't answer him as the classical tune speeding up as the black swan spins into a Pirouette.

Taehyung eyes his partner hungerly as he sweeps her across the floor and your mouth opens with a small whimper as his fingers speed up against your clit

You cant help but let small whimpers leave your parted lips, your head falling onto his shoulder before rolling to his neck as you try to breathe, his fingers rolling over your clit with a steady stream oh missed words from the rumble of his chest

"are you listening to me, do you feel this?" 

Your mind breaks out of its dazed state as you felt his palm slap against your cunt making you yell in surprise, the pain comes seconds later , your legs begging to close to ease the pain but you were reminded that you had no control over your legs as they were weighted down, his skin hot on your own

"Tae, i - it feels funny i-" 

You cant get your words out properly, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to will the feeling in your gut away. he hums against your neck, his lips pulling into a smirk as he looks down at your tense body

 "thats a good thing, this is what you should feel when you dance, this very feeling right here i want you to hold onto it" 

He pours the words like liquor into your brain, his fingers slowed and you felt like you wanted to cry, the pulse between your legs  making you feel dizzy

"a dancer must break their body in every way before they are ready" 

his wet fingers slipped lower, circling the small opening of your cunt , stopping momentarily before pushing in, his suspicions clued in when you cry out in pain as his finger enters your unused hole, your fingers turning white as you hold onto his arm around your waist, small droplets of tears collecting in the corners of your lashes.

"oww ow Tae"

He presses his lips against the soft crown of your head. "take it baby, it will feel good soon" his finger fucked all the way inside of you , his long finger curling instantly in a steady pace, your mouth opening as you felt him open you up on his fingers.

your mouth leaving hot bursts of air along his neck as you try to breathe, you breath hitching every time he pushes in leaving you a babbling mess as the classical piece from the tv drowned out the sound of your cries. 

"you like that, you want to be my pretty little toy ?"

He shoved another finger inside of you, scissoring them against your walls as you slip lower against his chest, your legs shaking as he curled them, no longer coherent to the world around you, his fingers making the tingly feeling 100 times worse.

His hand that currently resided on your waist snaked up to your throat trapping any air as your watery eyes open in surprise. "answer me" the growl in his voice had a tear finally slinking down your face, the performance of the tv coming to its climax.

"yes, i wanna be good" tears leaked from your eyes as he finally allows the knot that was forming in your stomach to snap, you voice comes out in a silent scream as he rubs at your clit , his other hand tight around your throat as your body thrashes around in your orgasm.

his fingers stop abruptly, your heaving breath the only thing that could be heard as you open your eyes to see the people bowing on the screen. the performance was over, it was all over, wet fingers in his mouth as he cleaned himself up, flipping you over so you were laying flat on your back. the thumping in his head get louder its almost painful.

He didn't forget to take note that you disobeyed his instructions, you hardly looked at the screen when that was the only instruction he gave.

"turn over and show me your ass, you looked away"

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Taehyung leads you through the steps in the empty dance studio, the same soundtrack black swan that he had made you cum to. tension winding itself up as you listen to the synths of the music, the same rhythm he had used to bring you over the edge and you lose your tempo just thinking about it, legs falling to the floor as you gasp for air but Taehyung was a very stern teacher you had come to see.

Pulling you up to your feet with a harsh look in his eyes. "if you want to rest then you can quit otherwise give me a perfect Pirouette and follow that up with a Cabriole". 

The way Taehyung treated you in the closed walls of your home with whispers of praise and love was a lot different then when you were in public, his harsh words and mean snickers leaving you feeling heavy. 

Every time he restarted the music you couldn't help the ache, tension rising with every drop of sweat, your clit pulsing under the heavy critical eye of your mentor .

You never really are able to quite get it, stumbling every time it gets to the climax of the song when you remember his fingers and oh he makes sure to show you again, it will help you understand, his fingers fucking into you every night as the same track plays in the back of your hazy mind until you could only associate the song to the immense please he would show you.

His persona cracking each time he rolled you over his fingers. mean words leaving an icky feeling in your chest as he seals hurtful words with a kiss to your temple.

Taehyung smiles to himself as your cheeks redden under his gaze and the melty florescent lights of the stage, your breath quickening as you are reminded of his fingers as they come to clutch around your leg, bringing it high above your shoulder and you scream in the pain.

Muscle memory is how people learn to do the things they do, if you repeat a task enough times then it will become instant, your body will never forget it , you have to let your body take over as it works on its own accord.

 dripping at the sound of the music almost instantly, your body learning the routine in a way your mind could never keep up with

"Do you want to give up, do you want to go back to being nothing but a forgettable student or do you want to be something special"

He raised your leg even higher, your pointed toe giving out under his grip as you fall. a look of disappointment on your brothers face as tears well up in your eyes, the throb between your legs unexplainable.

“pathetic”

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You make sure to tell him through teary eyes that night, that you thought you were sick, your mind always going numb and pussy throbbing when you hear the song, thinking something was wrong with you and Taehyung just hushes you with a finger, making it all go away as he touches you again, your mind going deeper into nothingness. 

“you are sick baby but luckily i can fix it"

And it goes on like this for a month until the night of the showcase. your eyes smoked with glitter as you pull up to the reception desk

" Hi, i cant seem to find my way to the dancers room and security wont let me through can you please help me?' the lady behind the desk eyes you up and down skeptically.

"All dancers have a pass tag but if you could give me your name that will help"

You give her your name and watch as she clicks away at her computer screen with manicured nails, your eyes glancing around at the fancy venue setting as you wait, chandelier glittering against the mellow lights.

"Im sorry but there is no one under that name registered here, are you sure you go the right place" 

you look at her in confusion, you had been practicing here for a while, dancing with Taehyung in his studio, maybe he forgot to put you on the list

"No iv been a student here for the past month, can you please look again" 

The lady gives you an annoyed look before clicking back and forth on her side of the desk. 

"no there is no record of you being enrolled here, do i need to call security?" 

In that moment Taehyung pulled up, hands on your waist as he led you away from the reception with a polite nod to the receptionist.

Pulling you into a separate room with little space, a green leather couch that looked worn with age and a few other costumes hanging next to a makeup mirror

"why am i not joining the other dancers, what's goin go" 

Taehyungs smile drops before picking it back up again, you never once asked why he always wanted to teach you in private lessons, why you always had to dance separately from the others, you were so naïve.

he didn't answer your question instead walking up to sooth out the wrinkles in your forehead

"you know the funny thing about swans ?" you hold your breath as he comes close to your face, lips inches from your own before he smiles and pushes you down onto the uncomfortable dressing room sofa. "they are beautiful and everybody either wants them or wants to be them"

you weakly push at his hands trying to get up. “Tae the show is starting soon what are you doing” he completely ignores you . 

His fingers come to touch your cheek as if travels lower, your throat bobbing as you stare at the clock on the wall, his fingers coming to grip around your throat, pushing you to lay flat on the couch and a hand to pull your attention back to him.

"swans are also easy pray and pray are never supposed to be out in the open are they"  his voice seemed to drop just like your stomach. 

Prey were never supposed to take the spotlight, you were better off living in his shadows, you looked so much better like this underneath him, lifting your elegant cream colored silk dress to revel yourself to him.

"swans don't know what's best for them" he let delicate fingers ghost over your slit making you hitch your breath, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes but you don't dare to speak.

"this way i can have you all to myself so i can protect you" 

Something he couldn't do for a long time. he needed to completely break you of any spirit. he slowly pulls your underwear  from your body, quieting your pleas as your try to protest the action, you just wanted to dance and feel what it would be like to see people clap for you.

His cock sinking into you without any remorse as you gasp at the pain, tears flowing freely as you hear the start of black swan though the walls, it had already started.

 "don't cry, your a big girl now aren't you?"

you try to hold in a sob, nodding your head as he fucked all the way inside of you 

"if you cant take this behind the safety of a locked door then how will you ever take the stage when 1000s of people watch" 

He trust into you hard, your mouth opening in a silent scream 

" evaluate" 

His fingers dig deeper into your neck completely cutting off your air supply as your fingers come to scratch at his arms.

 " and crave your body"

He fucked you for what seemed like hours but maybe was only a couple minutes, your brain static as your eyes blur from the lack of oxygen to your brain, his cock molding into your walls making his permanent mark into your flesh.

"A dancer must break their body before they are ready, you remember ?" you don't answer , head far to gone as your eyes flutter in a delirious state of reality, was any of this real. His smile didn't hold any sincerity as he lifted up your leg, fucking into you harder then before

It all happened so so fast, a quick twist of the muscle had you screaming out in agonizing pain, Taehyungs moans and your crying echoing in the small room as you foot lay twisted.

You black out, still being able to feel his thrust past your unconscious state as your heart beat thumps in your ears.

Its like that feeling when you may have just danced a masterpiece but when you get down from the stage and the euphoric feeling wears off and you suddenly cant remember a single thing, you may just have been fucked into the cheap plastic couch but you know when you wake it will be nothing but a foggy memory. its like explaining how to breath, no ones actually awear its happening until its ripped from you.

A dancer dies twice, the first time is when they stop dancing and they says that's the most painful death, your first death but could it really be that bad if Taehyung was there.

 Your mind blanks as the tears dry up, the applued of the audience the last thing you hear as Taehyung cums inside of you

The dull heartbeat that had been plaguing Taehyung for years finally silenced.

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[hypnomicimagines]

First Time [Iruma Jyuto]

Jyuto knew how to set a romantic mood.

The lighting in his apartment was set low but not too dark, the candles lining the dinner table giving just the right amount of illumination while you sat across from each other. You even teased that he brought out the fancy cutlery for your stay-at-home date, amused at the color tinging his face to say you hit the nail on the head. He normally wouldn’t put so much pomp and circumstance into his own meals but tonight had been a special occasion, and he hadn’t minded getting his hands dirty if it meant making you happy.

He didn’t often cook just for the sake of it with how busy he always was but on special occasions, he found the energy to do so. He had to follow the recipe down to the finest detail as he couldn’t afford to lose face and have to admit to you that he had to order take-out because of his reading comprehension skills. It was a stressful endeavor to keep the food warm until you got there (he started a bit early just in case more time was needed to prepare the meal, but it ended with everything being a bit before you were due to arrive). He was quite proud of his presentation as well and from the sparkle in your eye you were impressed as well, commenting about the perfection he seemed to stress in all areas of his life.

“This is good!” You put another forkful of food in your mouth, smiling as you did so; you knew he must have slaved over a hot stove to make this all for you, so you wanted to show your gratitude. You would’ve been perfectly fine with take-out since the only thing you were seeking from tonight was Jyuto’s company, but to know he went the extra mile for you made warmth spread across your chest.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve never tried this before so it was a toss-up on whether it’d be…edible.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth, he had tried this before but not in the natural course of his life. He had practiced making the meal about four times that week, having it for dinner every day and finding something new he had done wrong. His trial runs had left his stomach a bit upset, the same meal every day was tiresome, but he was dedicated to the cause of showing you a good time. He wouldn’t be cooking a large meal again so soon, or at least he hoped you’d want to do it together as a sort of romantic bonding exercise.

“You did great,” You reassured him, placing your utensils down on your now empty plate. “You always get so stressed out about impressing me. Consider me thoroughly impressed.”

Jyuto hated the way you could see through him yet at the same time he knew he needed a person like that, someone who could call him on his bullshit when he was putting on airs. He would never let you know, of course, sending a coy smile and motioning towards the living room. You listened to the clanking of dishes as Jyuto quickly cleaned up, approaching you with a glass of wine in hand before sitting beside you. The TV stayed on the low as light-hearted chatter took place, allowing you to bond without any distraction. Jyuto had always been the type of person to hate distractions, especially when you were on a date, it was why he liked when the opportunity for at home dates arose. He liked to take you out on the town just as much but it was just all the more personal when you could be close like this.

“You finished your wine. Being an upstanding officer of the law, I can’t allow you to drive yourself home like that.” Jyuto placed your glass beside his empty one, staring at you with a quirked eyebrow. “Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?”

“Hm, more comfortable than your couch? Why, I’d love to.”

You already knew where his bedroom was, you’d been in his house countless times before, staring at it at times when you headed off to the bedroom. You had once been amused at the sight of handcuffs just lying there and he had insisted with tomato red cheeks that they were for on-duty use only. You assumed he just had another set for when it was time to have fun in the bedroom but you didn’t press it, saving it in your arsenal for future flustering purposes.

You playfully fell back on his bed, a hand pressed to your head as you waited for him to join you. He’s fumbling with his tie but trying to act like he’s doing other things, a nervous reaction that has your blood pumping. You removed yourself from his bed (knowing you’d meet it again shortly) and reached up to help him, steadying his hands while doing your best to act like you weren’t paying attention to his face. His lips were parted, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip while you slowly slid his tie off. You grabbed his hands next, holding them up and slowly sliding the leather gloves he always wore off so the beautiful skin underneath could be seen.

Jyuto shuddered as you kissed his fingers, just the reaction you wanted as you continued to kiss each digit until you were satisfied. But something so simple wouldn’t curb his hunger for you for long and he slowly pushed you back towards the bed, waiting for you to fall back with your dramatic flair once more before ‘falling’ on top of you. He hovered over your lips, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitance but there was none to be found.

“Are you going to leave me waiting here all night, officer? I’m looking nice and pretty just for you, so I sure hope something happens before that pager of yours goes off.”

“You are beautiful.” Jyuto seemed breathless, “There’s not a single moment of this that I’m going to rush.”  

You were about to say another flirtatious comment but it was your turn to have your breath taken away, Jyuto’s impossibly soft lips brushing briefly against yours to silence you before drifting to your neck. He turned your head to give himself more access, kissing along your jaw as well, lips lingering at the point where he could feel your pulse. You might act as cool and calm as him but it was clear his feelings were returned, that you were as excited for this moment as he was. All those canceled dates, tension filled car rides, apologies and fights, it had all culminated into a relationship he felt was worth dying for.

If you asked him, he thought he really would take a bullet for you.

No need to have such morbid thoughts when the love of his life was laying before him, arching into his touch and moaning for more. His lips locked with yours and it became too hard to pull away even as he slowly stripped you of your clothing, even as you began to unbutton his shirt and tug at his pants. He let out a needy groan as you finally pulled away to get proper air consumption, giggling as he chased after your lips before pouting and fully stripping himself of his shirt. It felt obscene to see his hard dick peeking out from his boxers but you supposed you’d only ever seen Jyuto when he was ‘on’, in professional mode, even when you were on romantic outings together.

But this Jyuto was more vulnerable, quite literally having nothing to hide behind anymore.

It didn’t seem like he minded much.

Your eyes lit up as Jyuto’s hand slipped between your thighs, teasingly rubbing the area around your clit but denying the satisfaction of actual friction. He kissed between your breasts, then the soft skin around your nipples, his finger keeping its slow, steady pace. You had to imagine what this was like for so long yet you were happy to know that your brain had been right about quite a few things, like how talented Jyuto was with his fingers and how lovingly he treated foreplay. He was quite thorough in his exploring of your body, touching every part of your body he could reach, kissing every part of your body that you’d allow him to.

“I’m happy,” You whispered as Jyuto’s forehead rested against yours, a momentary pause. “Thank you for such a wonderful night.”

“I’d give you anything you ask for.”

“That doesn’t count if I’m naked.”

“Put your clothes back on then, and I’ll make sure to keep the same promise.”

“Do you want me to put my clothes back on?”

“…No.”

You laughed into the kiss Jyuto gave you next, spreading your legs to give him more room to settle himself between your thighs. You can feel his dick pressing against you, eager as it’s owner, but you don’t push him to move. You’re enjoying the feeling of him rubbing against your clit, his lips moving to your neck again as he wanted to reassure you were ready for him.

You were ready.

More than ready.

You had waited for this mans dick for so long but your pride wouldn’t allow you to say such a thing, nor would you stroke this mans already large ego. You tried to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when he knew what he was doing, listening to your body with ease and receptive to all the things that made you feel good. You muffled your groan of pleasure by crushing your lips against Jyuto’s as he pressed inside of you, the sensation of being finally being filled after waiting for so long being a welcoming sensation.

The rest seemed to blend together as Jyuto moved his hips, eyes laser-focused on your face even as you tried to hide from him; it was embarrassing, the way moans kept slipping out with every thrust. You don’t think any man has ever made you feel as good as him, as loved and cherished, and the more you thought about it the more turned on you were. You changed tactics for hiding your face with a nearby pillow to holding Jyuto close, pressing kisses to his shoulder much like he had been doing to you a few moments before.

Jyuto wanted to see you but he’d let it go for now, knowing there would be plenty of time to plead his case when it came to seeing the beauty of your face while he pleasured you. His pace began to quicken and your legs tightened around his waist further, little whimpers slipping past your lips that encouraged him to keep moving at that perfect angle. It’s a battle of wills for who’s going to come first but Jyuto cheated, hand barely capable of slipping between you yet doing so so he could toy with your clit. You tried to call him out on his cheating but your body is in ecstasy as you come, crying out his name and trying to ignore the knowing smirk on his face.

It had been a few hours but it only felt like a few minutes, your naked form staying tangled with Jyuto’s even after he pulled out. It was like a part of you was worried it still wasn’t real, that you were just in bed with the company of your hand and vibrator and not the man you’d loved for nearly a year now. As he reached over to kiss your face again your brain came to terms with that fact your wildest dreams were coming through, you were indeed in bed with the cop that you had a teasingly flirtatious turned real love relationship with.

You should tell him that, tell him that you love him, make it even more real by making that first move but.

“Say it!”

“Say what?” He shot you a coy look, eyebrow raised. “Is there something I should be saying now?”

“There is! I won’t say it first. I refuse! Now hand it over.”

“Or else what? What’ll you do to me if I don’t give you what you want?”

“Oh, so you want another round then? Not until I hear the magic words.”

“Which are…?”

You’d be at it all night, but Jyuto never could deny you.

You just had to be patient.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

HOME

(All We Have: Part One)

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson are close friends and he invites you to move in to his house while you work on his record together

Word count: 1,580

Feels: Friendship Fluff for now

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of feeling depressed

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Home

Sia - Dressed in Black 

The Beatles - With a Little Help from My Friends

A/N: Throughout the series there will be changes to the timing of real life events like the pandemic, the release of certain songs etc. There's certain things I want to incorporate into the series, like particular events in MGKs life and lyrics from songs, so some stuff will get moved around to fit in to the story ✌️

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It had been a long evening working in Colson’s home studio, The Boulevard, with him and the gang on the upcoming Tickets to my Downfall album. To say your schedule was busy was an understatement, but Colson had insisted you get involved with the new material after the success of your work together on Hotel Diablo.

Composing music was your main gig, you had an ear for melody and your passion for writing meant you always had lyrics swirling around your head. You had a penchant for dark and melancholy lyrics, finding music to be a source of therapy for you. It was something you and Colson had instantly bonded over. He'd bugged you to list some of the stuff you'd written that he'd know and you had gained his professional respect immediately.

He always kept a close eye on your work, ever the supportive friend and had laid claim to your piece ‘Glass House’ as soon as he'd heard it.

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2019

You were sitting crossed legged on the sofa in your lounge, gently strumming your guitar and gazing off into space and mumbling to yourself, as you worked out some lyrics in your head. Colson was lying on the floor by your feet, scrolling through his phone with earphones in, a blunt in his hand that he occasionally passed up to you. This was a common set up, you found it easier to write in the peace and quiet and Colson has gradually started hanging out at your place more when he needed to focus on his own writing.

"All alone in the glass house, lie awake til the sun's out, pink sky when you come down…"

"Throw me in the damn flames, Bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames…"

You'd started singing out loud, occasionally stopping to scribble down lyrics and make adjustments, not noticing that Colson had removed his earbuds to listen to you

" Dude, that's hard, like, beautiful… " His comment made you jump slightly, you hadn't seen him propping himself up on his elbows, watching you intently "Sing that last bit again"

You blushed slightly, his opinion was always important to you, and started singing. He muttered to himself as you did, then pointed at you "Again!"

Letting out a little laugh and rolling your eyes, you sang again

"Throw me in the damn flames, bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames"

Colson's voice met yours at the end of the line, rapping softly "I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away"

You locked eyes, smiling and he sat upright. "Dude, Im'a need that hook! That spoke to me right there, I've think got something for it that I've been stuck on"

He looked so excited, your heart did a little flip. You'd seen that writing this album had taken it out of him, he'd been digging deep and really going through it emotionally. You could tell it was going to be raw and special from what you'd heard already.

He sat forward and moved the guitar from your lap so he could lean his arms on your knees and looked up at you shooting you puppy dog eyes with those baby blues "Pretty please Y/N"

You laughed and ruffled his hair, "Anything for you Col" Honestly, it'd be an honour to be part of such a personal project, you thought

He wrapped his arms round you and squeezed,

"You're a legend, kid. Get a sample recorded and send it to me!" He grabbed your guitar off the sofa and whipped back around, strumming a few chords as he carried on talking with his back to you, leaning against the sofa "This is gonna be fire, you always just hit the nail on the head, I swear it's like you're in my head sometimes"

You smiled, seeing the wave of motivation that had struck your friend. You felt so lucky to have a friend who was not only so inspiring, but one who 'got it', who understood that music was a form of release. Someone who recognised that it was important to feel these things, rather than encourage you to push dark thoughts away with toxic positivity.

He’d pushed to use your original samples on his record, but as much as you loved writing and singing, you were a behind the scenes kind of gal which had always suited you just fine. Naomi, a mutual friend of you both, came onboard to record them with him. A decision that turned out to be golden… 'Death in my Pocket' would be born not long after, with Naomi doing your lyrics such beautiful justice yet again, perfectly pairing with Colson's emotional rapping.

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From then on Colson had kept you close to his recording. You'd been helping here and there with composition and notation, but your production skills were what was taking centre stage during the most recent sessions. You had a long list of projects you were working through, leaving you chained to your equipment most days and nights anyway so throwing more music into your workload didn't seem like much of a big deal. In all honesty, the chaos of Colson’s studio and the revolving door of personalities that were in and out constantly, made it one of the most fun places to be. You loved what you did for a living and it never really felt like work Even though the guys were a real handful at times, you kind of enjoyed being the studio 'Mami' as they often affectionately referred to you

Everything had wrapped up for the evening and the guys had migrated back into the house. You could hear from the raucous that the drinks must have started flowing freely. You were saving your work and packing up your stuff when Colson bursts back into the studio and throws himself in a chair, spinning it around with his arms in the air.

"You staying for drinks Y/N?" he grins at you, clearly hyper and in party mode

You let out a big sigh "Urgh, I'd love to but I have an early start tomorrow. I finally managed to get an apartment viewing. I swear I've looked at a hundred places now, they get snapped up so quickly.. I've only got a few weeks left on my lease as well"

“Ah, that sucks kid” Colson empathises, spinning his chair again before an idea strikes him “Wait! Why don’t you move in here for a bit until you find a place? The guest room is pretty much your room anyway, the amount you crash here”

You laugh “This is true, that mattress is so much better than mine! Aw Col, that would honestly be so helpful, the stress of finding a place when I’m this busy is killing me. I don't know… You sure the guys won’t mind?”

Colson scoffs “Why would they mind? You practically live here anyway” he teases “I’m sure they’ll be just as stoked as I am at the thought of you joining the madhouse for a while”

Before you have a chance to respond, he stands up and throws his arms around you, squashing you into him tightly “That’s it decided Roomie. Another song in the bag and a new housemate, plenty to celebrate tonight!”

Wriggling out of his tight grasp, you laugh and in a deep voice shout “let’s goooooo” mocking his signature catchphrase. He flips you his middle finger and says “Kitchen, now”

Once you’re in the kitchen, Colson heads to get you a drink and grabs one himself. Appearing back at your side, he passes you your beer and then shouts out to the rest of the group,

“YO, meet our latest housemate, Y/N is moving in. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO”

Everyone in the kitchen lets out a big cheer, clearly pleased as he said they would be. Colson bends down and picks you up, swinging you around in a circle, spilling your drinks all over the both of you as you shout his name in mock annoyance, between giggles.

“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for” Rook laughs, clinking his drink against your now empty beer bottle once your feet are back on the floor

“It’ll be good to have another pair of hands around here, looking after you lot” Ashleigh chimes in, laughing and slapping Slim away as he pulls her hood up over her head, covering her eyes

It had been 5 years since you'd made the decision to move to LA, barely knowing a soul. You'd worked several jobs, jumped from place to place, worked your ass off to catch your break in the music business, sometimes feeling like the grind would never get you anywhere.

There had been times where you felt like you couldn't carry on, aching from trying to keep pace. The dream had felt like it was turning into a nightmare, as you tried to make ends meet, feeling so lonely in this enormous city.. but eventually you'd made these amazing friends who made you feel so safe and loved.

Now, there were times you had to pinch yourself just to make sure it was all real.

As you shake off some of the beer that's dripping from your hands, you look around the kitchen. Taking in the crazy, loveable bunch before you, your new housemates, you are filled with gratitude. You finally felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be…

Home.

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❌❌ Lace up!

[mykey-and-bobby-koopa]

01: A New Life

((Hey, Welcome! This is the owner of this blog. Here is the fist cap of my AU, inspired by @natsuko-the-mun and her blog @ask-the-koopa-family (Thank you!!!).  I hope that you like my story, I’m so excited for this project. I will continue writing more chapters soon.)) 

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 The most beautiful things arise from the most adverse chaos. You are never prepared for what fate has in mind. These young children will understand that life is full of surprises, some good and others just not what we expect. Experience is what gives that touch to life. It all starts here, a summer sunset in the Koopa Kingdom. The inhabitants enjoy the calm and serenity that the soft summer breeze welcomes them. Everyone here lives in peace and prosperity.

To their surprise, they spot something unusual in the distance. Someone, with giant steps and with a red hood, runs carrying something in his arms, protecting it. That someone has large and heavy attributes, so it can be felt from far away. The people of the nearest town wonder what or who it is, so Koopa Troopa guards go into defense mode with their spears. The hooded being stops before them.

- who are you? -one of the guards points out while pointing his gun.

- Don't worry, my people... -says that person with a thick and deep voice- I'm sorry if I came so unexpectedly. We had a little altercation in the neighboring kingdom, please don't be alarmed.

At that moment, that man discovers himself, to which the guards, surprised, bow before him.

Guard: K-King Bowser, excuse me! I didn't recognize you (looking up) in that hood.

Bowser: It's okay (interrupting and at the same time taking off his hood) as I said, there was an altercation a few moments ago and I had to intervene. I need you to help me go to my castle. Here in my arms I have two children who need to be taken care of

They quickly head to the castle. Those children are also Koopa, one of them is smaller, with short dark green hair; the other is bigger, with purple hair and longer. Both have light scratches and dirt from dust. They are sleeping due to fatigue and the long journey. Upon arrival it is already night, one of the royal guards approaches.

- Master Bowser, at your service! -Bowing-

Bowser: (walks over and whispers) Tell Kamek I'm here and I need him in my room. Also make sure that the children do not wake up

He says that retreating as the guard responds -at your command, my king- as he heads to a room going to the right. When that happens, two boys observe what happened behind the main stairs. These are also Koopas, one with elongated green hair and glasses, and another with cyan hair in a mohawk.

- What happened, Iggy? (whispers the smallest)

- I don't know, Larry… (Answers the eldest) but it must be important, I'm sure. Otherwise Dad Bowser wouldn't have gotten involved.

The king enters his room and carefully places the children in bed, covering them with a blanket. While looking at them with a somewhat sad look and gently caressing their cheeks.

Bowser: Oh my children… I'm sorry you have to go through this right now. I hope you can feel comfortable here with my kids. Together we will be a big family (saying that to himself, he kisses each one's forehead and sighs) it’s a promise.

At the door, Larry and Iggy are stealthily peeking. They both notice that there is someone else in their father's bed and they narrow their eyes to get a better look, but at that moment a magikoopa appears from behind and quickly pulls them away.

- what are you doing up so late? Your bedtime is over

Larry: ah! Kamek! S-sorry…

Iggy: I’m so sorry, Kamek… Larry was helping me with something, we are late. We saw dad bring someone over and I was curious.

Larry: me too, who are they?

Kamek: look: for now your father has to take care of them. There will be time to explain everything. For now go to sleep, it's already... (Looking at his watch) 10:35 p.m.

Larry: (yawning) but... I'm not sleepy... (squints his eyes)

Iggy: Come on, Larry (taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes) let's get some sleep.

After that, Iggy takes Larry and they go to their respective rooms. Kamek, for his part, enters where Bowser was but he took him to his office.

Kamek: Gosh! What happened, Master Bowser?

The King of the Koopa shook his head, looking at the two Koopas on the bed and turning sadly to Kamek, to which the magikoopa seems to have gotten the message, surprised and silent.

Kamek: So… it was true. Their parents died…

Bowser: (he looked down sadly) I couldn't do anything... when I arrived, the kingdom had already been attacked (tears falling)

Kamek: My King (puts his hand on top of Bowser's) you did what you could. You managed to save them, they are their legacy (looks at the boys) they have a future ahead of them, just like you have had from a very young age. Your best friend would be proud if you gave them that future (looks at Bowser) it's your turn to carry on his legacy.

With those words, Bowser comforts himself as he wipes his tears.

Bowser: Y-you're right! It won't be easy, but I'll try. I'll do it for these guys and for him. I will not give up

Kamek: I'm glad to hear that (smiles) Now, my lord, it's time to go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a day of many questions. There are already those who saw you with them (pointing to the bed)

Bowser: yes... I'm already imagining it. Anyway... (yawns) I'll settle the boys and go to sleep...

Suddenly, one of the children slowly wakes up and settles into bed.

- W-where am I? What do I do here? (the purple haired Koopa trying to clear his vision)

Bowser and Kamek realize this and go to him.

Bowser: Oh, you woke up! Well, this is my castle

- M-Mr. Bowser? Is it really you? Long time no see! (goes to hug him) Hello, Mr. Kamek! How are they?

Kamek: Well, my boy, I’m glad to see you again

Bowser: I'm fine, well…let's just say I'm better now, how about you, Mykey?

Mykey: I… (looking down a bit) well, I don't know where to start…

Bowser: (sighs) I know about your parents, I'm so sorry...

Mykey: Everything happened so fast, we didn't even have time to run away. (looks out the window)

Mykey told Bowser and Kamek about what happened at their home. That's how time went by

Mykey: …and now we're here…in your home. I hope we don't bother you.

Bowser: Not at all. You're welcome, you and your brother Bobby can stay as long as you like. This is also your house.

Kamek: That's right, lil’ Mykey. We will always have the doors open for you

Mykey: I appreciate it, Mr. Bowser, Mr. Kamek (bowing and then hugging both)

Breaking away from the hug, Bowser takes him back to his room and accommodates him along with his brother. For his part, Kamek leaves there and when he opens the door he finds Larry and Iggy again trying to listen and they fall forward, because they were attached to the door. The magikoopa put on a serious face and crossed his arms.

Iggy: um… I… I was looking for the bathroom (laughing as she ran away from there)

Larry didn't know what to do, so he exclaimed "Good night!" while smiling awkwardly while also running away

Kamek just shook his head as he laughed to himself. Afterwards, everyone went to sleep. In just one day a lot had happened. Mykey and Bobby were here to stay.

The next morning, Mykey wakes up, looking around and seeing that his younger brother was still sleeping, to which he decides to wake him up.

Mykey: Bobby! Little brother! (caressing his cheek) wake up… it's time to get up

The little boy moved from one side to the other until he slowly woke up. Mykey smiled when he saw him and then he gets up

Bobby: where am I? Where is mom? Dad?

Mykey was silent for a few moments, at which he walks over and sighs before telling him what Mykey could remember. Meanwhile, Kamek is in the kitchen preparing breakfast to which Larry arrives.

Larry: Hi Kamek! (sits at the dining room table)

The magikoopa turns and says -good morning, Larry. How did you sleep?-

Larry: fine (yawning and rubbing his eyes) but I'm still sleepy... (Saying that, he collapses his face on the table)

Kamek: That's why you need to go to bed early, dear

Turning to see Larry, he notices that he falls asleep again, so, after a sigh, he goes to wake him up by moving his shoulder, to which Larry wakes up again. Meanwhile, little by little Bowser's children arrive to settle at the table as Kamek prepares each one's breakfast. On the other hand, in Bowser's room Mykey and Bobby are still talking.

Mykey: That's why, little brother, we must be strong in these circumstances. Mr. Bowser will take care of us for a while.

Bobby nodding, wiping his tears and crestfallen says -I understand, brother...-

Mykey: come here (they hug)

At that moment, Bowser opens the door and approaches them.

Bowser: Good morning, guys. Did you sleep well?

Both brothers nodded. Bowser walks over to Bobby and strokes his hair.

Bowser: how big are you, little Bobby (who gives a little laugh) it's time for breakfast. Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the family

They walk through the halls and the brothers are surprised by how big and elegant it is. As Bobby marvels at the details of the infrastructure, Mykey talks with the king.

Mykey: Mr. Bowser. I wanted to ask… apart from you and Mr. Kamek, who else knows about us and the situation we are in?

Bowser: Don't worry, only we will know. For now it is very complicated.

Mykey: I got it, Mr. Bowser (looking at Bobby) brother I want you to keep it a secret please

Bobby: yes, no problem (smiling)

Mykey: good boy! (to Bowser) So...how's Ludwig? It has been a while since I saw him

Bowser: Okay, practicing his musical talents on the piano.

Mykey: I understand. But I'll try to be careful. Something unexpected can be difficult.

Bowser: right... it's been ten years since they haven't seen each other. But don't worry, little by little they will get to know each other again and you will see that everything will be better.

Mykey nods and after a few minutes they reach the dining room, Bowser addresses his children.

Bowser: good morning, my kids!

Everyone there welcomes you with good morning. Larry was a bit impatient to eat, as was one of the Koopa next to him, one with darker skin and a star-shaped mark on his left eye.

- I'm hungry! -exclaims that Koopa

Bowser: I know, Morton, but before we sit down to eat, I have something to tell you. It's important, so come here for a minute.

Before that the children stop being in their things and get up from their places directing their gaze before their father

Bowser: We have visitors. I hope you'll give him a warm welcome (stepping aside) come in, please.

Both, Mykey and Bobby, make an appearance and stand next to the king.

Bowser: They'll be here for a while. They are children of a great friend of mine, so I hope they get along. They are my children: Larry, the little one with light blue hair...

Larry: Hi!!!

Bowser: ...Morton, the star-shaped one.

Morton: here! (raising hand)

Bowser: ...Wendy, my only daughter...

Wendy: hello, dears

Bowser: ...Iggy, the boy with the big glasses...

Iggy: present!

Bowser: ...Roy, the greatest...

Roy: how are you, guys? (crossing arms, smiling)

Bowser: ...Lemmy, the Cross-Eyed one...

Lemmy: Hi-hi!!

Bowser: …my youngest son, Bowser Jr., better known as “Bowsy” or “Jr.”…

Jr.: H-hello… (waving shyly)

Bowser: …and…uh…where's Ludwig?

- are you calling me? -said a Koopa with wavy blue hair who was entering through the door on the left- sorry for the delay, I was fixing some things.

Bowser: Oh, just in time! This is Ludwig, my firstborn.

Ludwig: what did I miss?

Bowser: Ludwig, sons, this is Mykey and Bobby will be here for a while.

Mykey: nice to meet you. I am Mykey, I'm 17

Bobby: I am Bobby, I’m 10

Everyone there is surprised by the new arrivals. Ludwig stares at those boys, especially Mykey.

Ludwig: (thinking) I think I've seen him before... but I don't know from where... he's also a year older than me... gosh! Who will this boy be? I remember seeing it in… 

As Ludwig leads her away in his thoughts, Mykey walks up to him and greets him, to which he offers his hand to shake. Ludwig comes back to reality.

Ludwig: (shaking her hand) Oh yeah! H-hello…

Mykey: (thinking) has he remembered me? It seems not much...

Bobby, meanwhile, catches Larry's attention.

Larry: (laughs) You're just as tall as me, great!

Bobby: (slightly blushing) nah, I'm still growing

Larry: (showing the language) better let's have breakfast. Come! Sit by my side

Larry grabs her hand and they go to take a seat. Jr., for his part, is also going to take his seat, but he is occupied by Bobby.

Jr: hey! That is my place!

Bobby notices those words

Bobby: oh, I am sorry! (preparing to stand)

Larry: oh come on Jr. let's make room for visitors

Jr.: B-but… and where do I sit?

Bowser: (bringing two more chairs) Relax, guys. In fact, there will be a small new provision.

Kamek: As you know, the order goes by age, always the youngest being next to me, the left and the oldest next to his father, to his right. Over time it settled in such a way that I have to take care of the youngest to date and so on until we reach Jr., our baby son.

Jr.: (blushing) yeah, yeah! But now Bobby is younger than me, so...

Bowser: (interrupting) Exactly, my cherub! Bobby will now be on your right, between you and Kamek, so now you will be between Larry and Bobby.

Larry: But can Bobby be by my side this time?

Jr. looked a bit annoyed and was looking at the walls somewhat uncomfortably and Bobby seems to have noticed.

Bobby: eh… I don't want to be a bother and…

Jr.: (sighing slightly) no, no… it's fine, no problem. Just for this time

Larry: Thanks, little bro! (smiling) come on, Bobby

The three settle into their new places. Kamek proceeds

Kamek: Larry, I know you're excited, but let's go easy, boy.

Larry: yeah, sorry (laughing nervously)

Kamek: Anyway… continuing… Mykey will sit to Ludwig's left, between him and King Bowser. The others will follow as is

- understood! -exclaim both Mykey and Ludwig, nodding at the same time. The other boys seem to agree. Jr. seemed to be a bit grumpy but almost no one gave him importance, except for Bowser, who opens his mouth a little to speak to him, but at that moment something happens and he watches.

Bobby: (handing him some jam cookies) Here, Bowsy.

Jr. looks at the gesture in surprise, to which he looks at Bobby

Bobby: (smiling) I hope we get along.

Jr. was somewhat moved and received the cookies smiling too.

Jr.: T-thank you…

Bowser notices that and says to himself -your children will fit in here, my friend-

The coexistence continues and the kids begin to talk with the newcomers. Just then a guard arrives, bowing down and handing him a letter.

Bowser: (reading) let's see...

When he finishes reading he stands up and finishes his breakfast.

Bowser: You'll excuse me, my children, but I have some business to attend to. You keep eating, we'll see you later.

The king leaves and Kamek goes to his office to prepare some things. The other boys stay talking.

Roy: So… what do you like to do, Mykey?

Mykey: mmm… I like to go for a walk, read, to spend time with my brother… simple things

Morton: WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO EAT?

Wendy: (covering her ears) jeez! DON’T scream!

Morton: SORRY!

At that Wendy puts a piece of bread in Morton's mouth, which eats it. Larry also covered his ears

Larry: I'm kind of used to it now, but it's always like that. I'm sorry, Mike.

Mykey: don't worry. And well, I like a little of everything, mainly salad, especially spinach.

When he mentions that, everyone there puts on an awkward expression.

Mikey: What's up?

Lemmy: We don't like spinach, not even Wendy or Ludwig, who eat the most vegetables

Mykey: oh, I understand (thinking) that's something that hasn't changed about Lud (looking at him subtly)

Larry: which of the two likes video games?

Bobby: Both of them, only Mykey doesn’t play as much; I do, although I'm not that good

Larry: great! None of my siblings care about that

Jr.: (stopping eating and looking at Larry) hey!

Larry: Last time you said you didn't want to play with me anymore because I beat you.

Jr.: It was just an expression. A long time ago that was

Larry: It was yesterday and you got so mad you threw the joystick out the window.

Iggy: oh! So it was you, Bowsy, who hit me over the head with that!

Jr.: It was accidental, you know?

Larry: Anyway, you didn't seem to want to play again.

Jr.: not even who wanted...

As they argued, Bobby ate in silence, looking down as he was in the middle.

Ludwig: Enough, you idiots! Let them eat in peace, the new boy doesn't have to know about their stupidities

Realizing this, Larry and Jr. look at Bobby, who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable; they look at each other and then apologize and continue eating in silence. Mykey, for his part, notice that they feel a little bad.

Mykey: Excuse me, Ludwig, but they're not idiots. They just act like they're kids, that's all.

At that, Ludwig interprets that as a wake-up call, so he stares at him.

Ludwig: I know my brothers. There are almost always fights at any time. We are so different that this happens often and after a while they are quite normal. I don't like that they act like that for something as silly as that.

Larry stares at Ludwig with a serious face, while Mykey continues the conversation.

Mykey: Yeah, I get that, but that hurts them too. There are better ways to deal with the matter, just a little advice.

Ludwig: Well, I don't need advice anyway, my friend. (Taking a slightly more arrogant tone) You see, there is a system here. we are already used to it. All my brothers are as they are and we do not need changes.

After hearing those words, Mykey decides to end the matter.

Mykey: (serenely) Okay, I'm sorry if that bothered you.

Iggy: Hey, calm down, Ludwig. He only gave you an opinion, it's not a big deal

At that statement Roy and Lemmy agree and nod.

Ludwig: As you saw, Larry and Bowsy are the most childish; Morton is the loudest and most impertinent; Wendy is the surliest, Iggy is the weird one and Roy and Lemmy are clowns.

Everyone there looked at Ludwig with some annoyance.

Larry: and you’re a “kooky” and annoying know-it-all (ending the matter)

Ludwig just looks at Larry with some rejection and picks up his plate of food preparing to leave. Mykey just watches him.

Iggy: You'll have to excuse him, Mykey. He's been acting like this for a long time, but before he didn't... I don't know what's wrong with him.

Mykey: Okay, let's give him some space. I shouldn't have said that anyway

Morton: DON'T WORRY!

Annoyed, Larry and Wendy pull out a piece of duct tape and each place it on Morton's mouth. Mykey and Bobby watch this scene in surprise and look at the rest of the Koopa, to which they shrug.

After breakfast, Bobby and Mykey retire to see the rest of the castle. In that they hear a voice saying -wait!- and they turn to see. It was Larry.

Larry: Hey Bobby. I wanted to apologize for what happened recently. He didn't mean to make a fuss. (Tipping his head forward) I'm sorry. I also wanted to thank you, Mykey, for your words of encouragement.

Bobby: It's okay. No problem

Mykey: Yeah, it's all right, buddy.

Larry: (putting his index fingers together) and… would you still like to play with me?

Bobby looks at his brother waiting for an answer.

Mykey: go. Play with him

Bobby: thanks big bro! (hugs him)

Both boys go to Larry's room. The purple-haired young man turns to follow his path. Meanwhile, from the shadows he is watched by Ludwig, with a certain look of displeasure.

- END OF CHAPTER -

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[britishassistant]

I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.

They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.

Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!

(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyone’s identities being exposed!)

Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.

The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.

Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else they’ll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.

Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.

He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter he’s so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and there’s some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but that’s the reporter’s voice alright.

He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? They’re a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.

The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where it’s almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowers’ best angle is shown to the bed’s occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.

Charon takes a picture with his tablet.

He forgot to turn off his flash.

Yuu cracks their eyes open...

To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefect’s nightmares.

Cue terrified screaming.

Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuu’s mouth—

It’s only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesn’t end up with an arrow in the shoulder.

Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefect’s cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains don’t immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poison’s overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.

The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.

The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuu’s cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like it’s bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glistening—

Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. “Malleus? Malleus Draconia?”

Tsunotaro nods warily.

“Wh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??”

Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. “I could say the same thing.” He mutters sullenly.

From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see what’s going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.

It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.

Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if he’s in Charon’s lair—he’s got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.

Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a Lilia’s cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the “but I’m a supervillain” excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back “and I’m a war criminal in some nations, what’s your point?”

King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointless—King does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...

Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this world’s Azul doesn’t keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azul’s contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.

Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.

Poison Queen has to put up with King’s uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesn’t stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesn’t learn about her son’s private activities. Snake Charmer’s just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because he’s not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).

Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadn’t been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. He’s at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how he’s the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.

Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! He’s mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocation—and then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he won’t want to come back.

Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that he’s the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.

Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuu’s shoulder. “This is a mess, huh Prefect?”

“You said it.” Yuu replies. “I just wanna sleep forever.”

The supervillains go still.

“I’m sorry,” Snake Charmer says carefully. “But isn’t Enma-san the Prefect?”

“No?” Yuuken replies, confused. “Yuu’s the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. I’m their vice— or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.”

Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. “Ah, apologies, but you see, that isn’t possible. It can’t be. Yuu isn’t—”

“But I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.” Yuu the Prefect says. “I’ve–I’ve always been the prefect.”

There’s a stunned silence.

Royal Flush places his head in his hands. “What the fuck.”

Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.

They wonder what the chill down their spine is.