#like. awfully i do really really really get it i’ve never seen anyone else w this specific brand of dysfunction😔promise i don’t act like

[sammygender]

i have to be honest it’s incredibly embarrassing but i’ve never seen my specific brand of dysfunctional Awfulness represented like i see it in dean winchester. im not like this (this meaning s9 dean). but. Awfully. I Could’ve Been.

[slothquisitor]

Invisible String: Chapter Three

A Baldur’s Gate III Modern AU.

Chapter Summary: Liv receives messages from her newest match. Now with 100% more references to mind flayer erotica.

Read from the beginning.

Read on AO3.

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Liv discovered in her early twenties, much to her dismay, that she was a relationship girl. It was a bit of an inconvenient discovery since that was the time of life when everyone she knew was experimenting with everything from casual relationships to polyamorous ones and no one was looking for anything serious. 

It got easier as she got older, but also harder in a lot of ways. Her last serious relationship had seemed to be going so well until her girlfriend came home and announced that she’d taken a job in Amn. Liv had already begun mentally trying to wrap her head around moving when she’d told her that she didn’t expect Liv to pick up and move her life just because of her job…and suddenly the whole relationship had unraveled. She’d expected to be more heartbroken than she was, kept bracing for the inevitable break-up breakdown…but it never came and she realized that comfortability and love are not the same. 

Joining the Weave had been a half-hearted attempt at trying something new. Absolutely anonymously and from the comfort of her phone screen. It had taken a day or two for the first matches to roll in, but they had. She’d struck up the conversation first with RavenHearted, but it had fizzled out pretty quickly. The second had seemed promising for a whole day and a half until they started asking her to send pics of herself and she knew how that would go, so they got blocked. 

But this evening, a brand new match sits waiting. FangtasticLover. Really? Perhaps proximity isn’t really the algorithm of true love. She hasn’t blocked the new match yet, but she plans to. There’s no way anyone with a username that cringe-y is going to be a good match for her. 

She turns her attention back to the cozy baking show she has on a constant cycle. She’s not very good at watching things, but when she does sit down to watch something it’s this or the occasional bad rom-com. Astarion has a premium subscription to every streaming service so she even gets to enjoy the episodes without being jarringly interrupted by commercials.

Then her phone vibrates. 

FangtasticLover: So is your username more of a pronouncement or a challenge? 

She stares at the message, debating whether it is worth answering her mystery match. But then again, she’s currently in her pajamas and nestled in a blanket nest on a Tuesday night and what else is she really doing? 

Books>People: Would you like it to be a challenge? 

FangtasticLover: That depends on the nature of the challenge, am I convincing you that people are better than books or that just my particular person is? If the first, I cannot take that on since I agree with you. If the second, challenge accepted. 

As far as dating app openings go, this one isn’t too bad. He, and she does double-check the pronouns on the profile, has surprised her by actually making her smile rather than rolling her eyes. 

Books>People: You have an awfully high opinion of yourself. 

FangtasticLover: Well, someone has to. So, am I up against a particular book or books in general?

Books>People: How about you tell me about yourself and I’ll decide which book in particular you’re up against? 

FangtasticLover: What are your qualifications for selecting the book? How am I to know that you are a true book connoisseur? What if you consider self-published mind flayer erotica to be the pinnacle of literature?

Books>People: Wow. Self-published mind flayer erotica is the pinnacle of literature. 

FangtasticLover: Perhaps I have judged it too harshly. You’ll have to send me your favorite.

Books>People: I just did an internet search for self-published mind flayer erotica, and I’ve seen things I can’t unsee. Do I send you my therapy bill?

FangtasticLover: It actually exists? It was a joke, but of course it does. Yeah, send me the bill. Your clear disgust tells me you do have taste in books.

Books>People: Does that mean you’ll trust me to pick a book you’re up against?

FangtasticLover: I suppose.

Books>People: You are the one who wanted a challenge. 

FangtasticLover: I did. Alright, do your worst.

Books>People: You said you agreed that books are better than people. I’m curious about your reasons. 

FangtasticLover: Is it not self-explanatory why mind flayer erotica is better than people?

Books>People: And here you didn’t trust my taste in books. 

FangtasticLover: Books are quiet, never demanding more of you than you want to give. They’re enjoyed in isolation, but they rarely make you feel alone. 

Perhaps she was too quick to judge her mystery match based on his username alone. She already wants to like him. The sentiment he describes feels as though it could be plucked right out of her own feelings about books. She’s trying to formulate a suitable reply when another message comes through. 

FangtasticLover: All that and I only ever feel truly alive when reading Tentacles of Love . 

Books>People: I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the person who proclaims his prowess in bed on a dating app. 

FangtasticLover: Says the person who joined a dating app with a username proudly declaring that she’d rather be reading. 

Books>People: Hey, I thought you agreed with me. 

FangtasticLover: I agreed that books are better than people, but you’ve confirmed you’d rather be reading than talking with me. Which, rude.

FangtasticLover: You also haven’t told me which book I’m up against, unless of course, that means I’ve already bested the challenge by being better than the selected book. 

Books>People: I’m putting you up against a particularly fussy short story anthology. 

FangtasticLover: Short and loud? Darling, I’m hurt. 

Books>People: More like surprisingly dense and difficult to understand. Spanning several genres. 

FangtasticLover: I’m going to take complex and run with it. Do you actually like this short story anthology? 

Books>People: So far so good. 

And then she immediately buries her head in the pillow and groans. Did she just tell this person she likes him, thirty minutes into messaging him? He’s playing it cool keeping it with the book metaphors and she’s over here already telling him…what? She’s not entirely sure if this can be considered going well, but she is having fun which is a huge improvement from most of her dating app experiences. 

FangtasticLover: I guess my plan is working. Besides all the mind flayer erotica, how else do you fill your time?

Books>People: Mostly I work. One must to survive, unfortunately. 

FangtasticLover: Oh this is awkward, I was only on the app to marry for money. 

Books>People: Shoot. Same here. We are truly a disappointment to each other. 

FangtasticLover: Even though it will never work out between us and our gold-digging ways, perhaps we can still chat. Commiserate, trade tricks of the trade, that sort of thing. 

Books>People: And share mind flayer erotica recs?

  FangtasticLover: Obviously.

Over the next few episodes, she learns vaguely that he works in public relations and spends too much time online (his words not hers) that his drink of choice is red wine and that his favorite book genre tends to be whatever he’s currently reading, which is fair. She tells him that her favorite book genre tends to be books about books whether it is books within books or books dealing with libraries. She tells him that she works for a university, but gives him nothing else. And he doesn’t seem to mind, able to instead pivot the conversation with ease. She stays up far too late messaging him, but then she does eventually leave him on read and goes to bed. 

But there was something really pleasant about this evening. 

***

Astarion finds himself drifting to the living room most mornings before Liv wakes up, and the two of them chat while she drinks her coffee. Or sometimes they simply sit in comfortable silence, but the quiet is one of his favorite parts of the day now. That and his constant messaging with Books>People. He hasn’t had this much fun with a match on the Weave in a long time. 

It’s been nearly four days of nonstop messaging throughout her day and some of his nights, and she hasn’t even once brought up meeting or anything even like it. She’s witty and clearly an academic, they’ve kept things pretty vague but he’s got guesses. That’s half the fun of this anyway. She’ll regularly go hours without messaging him though, only to come back with a witty two-line response as if she hasn’t been gone at all, so he gathers that she’s busy…or at least has a job where she can’t message all the time. They haven’t quite gotten to the ‘headed into a meeting’ communication. It’s still new after all. 

Between matching on the Weave, Liv being the world’s most unobtrusive roommate, and his latest Chirper threads doing very very well, Astarion is riding high going into the weekend. Plus, today is the best day of the month because it’s blood delivery day. 

His dietary restrictions are somewhat troublesome in this day and age. Now that he no longer spends his evenings at a vampire den masquerading as a nightclub under the most sadistic asshole he’s ever had the displeasure of being tied to, blood is difficult to come by. He no longer trades sex for blood, not since he learned that there could be another way…another existence he could carve for himself. 

Now, he has a supplier that his erstwhile rescuer had arranged for him. A butcher just outside of Baldur’s Gate who is happy to pack up blood and send it via an expensive courier service directly to Astarion’s door. It’s animal blood and not nearly as satisfying as humanoid blood, but it does the trick. 

The package arrives in the middle of the day while Liv is at work, as he had planned. Her shared calendar is good for some things, after all. He takes the package into his large, walk-in closet and parts the clothing obscuring his new freezer. 

He used to keep the blood in the refrigerator in the kitchen like a civilized person, but then he had to go and get a roommate who doesn’t know he’s a vampire. So now he has his closet freezer of shame which is conveniently hidden behind a very multicolored row of expensive clothing. She’ll never suspect a thing. 

Also, he’s done very well so far buying groceries and making sure they disappear from the refrigerator before they can go bad. It’s a bit of extra work, but he finds he has a hard time resenting it because the freedom of not worrying about whether he can make this month’s mortgage payment is very much worth it. 

Later, it’s almost dusk and he has no particular plans and is wondering what Liv will think of him if he actually spends a Friday night at home. Liv’s proximity and full life, shared in digital form on their calendar, has been a strange reminder of his own isolation. 

It turns out that his concerns about being judged are entirely unfounded since when he walks into the kitchen it is to find Liv fully in pajamas making popcorn and pouring a very large glass of wine. 

“Big Friday night plans?” he deadpans. 

She grins. “The biggest. You jealous?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t say I am.”

“But you haven’t even heard which movie I’m watching!”

He taps his chin and begins to consider. “It’s a period drama.”

Liv laughs. “No, that’s for next week when I’m hormonal.”

“Is that on the calendar?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, you mean the one you don’t use?”

He hasn’t added a thing to it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t check it. “Okay, tell me what movie you’re watching.”

“ My Almost Perfect Date .”

“That movie is like twenty years old.”

She looks offended. “It is from the renaissance of great romcoms. It’s fine if you don’t want to join, but I do plan on eating popcorn in proximity of the sofa.”

He’s not really sure why that’s supposed to bother him. “Enjoy?”

She gives him a complex look he can’t quite parse. “Do you want to join me?”

“For movie night?”

She shrugs. “Plenty of wine.”

Well, he does like wine. “Ugh. Alright.”

The smile she gives him is so brilliant, it looks like she’s won something. “Amazing. But there is a rule to movie night.”

“And what is that?”

She gestures to his clothing. “You can’t wear that.”

He looks down at his perfectly respectable cashmere sweater and tailored pants. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“It’s not movie night dress code. Pajamas only.”

He’s not entirely sure he even owns pajamas. He didn’t pay as much as he did for high thread count sheets to not feel them on his skin each night…but he might have something that will qualify. It certainly won’t be anything to rival the little silky set Liv is wearing that’s covered in tiny clouds and rainbows though. He does manage to track down the most informal things in his closet, a pair of fitted sweatpants he’s dressed up before, but decides he ought to dress down with a plain t-shirt for this occasion. 

When he returns, Liv does nothing more than give him a cursory look before continuing to set up what can only be described as a blanket nest on the couch. The movie is already queued on the T.V., simply awaiting them both. 

“Wow. You do take this seriously.”

“You’ve clearly never attended a proper movie night, so I’m just ensuring you get the best experience possible,” she replies smugly before holding out a glass of wine to him and gesturing at the spot of blankets. 

He settles in, it’s quite comfortable, and she does the same on her side of the couch. She sips her wine and gives him a sideways look. “I really thought you were going to fight me more about food and wine on the couch.”

He remembers then his lie about the curtains and protecting his couches. Which necessitates covering it up, which bothers him for some reason. “Do you plan to spill wine and popcorn on the couch?”

“I’ll do my best to avoid it,” Liv replies. “Ready?” 

He sighs. “I suppose.”

And then she hits play. He’s not sure what the etiquette is for movie night with Liv, but he refrains from scoffing or making jokes for a good part of the movie. And then a truly terrible outfit comes on screen and he feels wrenched back twenty years. 

“Oh gods, that’s tragic,” he mutters.

Liv laughs. “It’s a choice.”

And with the silence broken the rest of the movie passes with laughter and hilarious jabs at everything from the dialogue to the fashion to the absolutely terrible love decisions. It’s over too soon, and he finds himself a bit sad. He’d been enjoying that. 

As the credits roll, he gestures at the screen. “You know how sometimes you watch these movies and you go, oh they’re definitely divorced in six months?”

“Yeah.”

“Those two don’t even make it to the altar. They’re both equally terrible even though all of his flaws are the ones portrayed as the problem to be fixed. What about her? She can’t communicate and set a trap to trick him.”

Liv leans back on the couch looking rather impressed. “Wow, I didn’t think I’d be getting such strong opinions out of you on movie night.”

“It’s the wine,” he replies. It is decidedly not the wine. He would have to drink much much much more than this to even feel a hint of a buzz. 

“I’m just curious which other rom-com couples rank on your ‘definitely divorced’ list and if we should put that on next.”

He glances at her, and she’s serious. She looks at him like…like she wants to hear his thoughts, his opinions. Like she actually cares what he has to say about the world. It’s…nice. This whole evening is feeling perilously close to bonding, but there’s nothing wrong with that is there? She’s his roommate. Which is probably the only reason he admits to a particularly mortifying fact. 

“It’s not a romcom, but have you seen Crown of Shadows? ” he asks, words barely above a whisper.

In his defense, he watched the first episode because it had gone viral on Chirper and he wanted to know what the hell all the memes were about. He has no defense for the fact that he spent the next two weeks binging all seven seasons. 

“I have not,” Liv replies with a raised eyebrow. 

He snatches the remote from where it sits between them next to the nearly empty popcorn bowl. “There is a couple devoid of any chemistry and yet they are still together season after season and I need to know if you clock them immediately or not.”

Liv grins. “Oh, challenge accepted.”

They watch almost three full episodes before Liv tells him that she’s falling asleep, but those two hours are spent just as pleasantly as the first. In fact, it isn’t until Liv disappears into her room that he checks his phone and realizes with a bit of a pang that he hadn’t heard from Books>People all night long.

***

“You matched with someone, didn’t you?” Gale asks her on Sunday morning as they wind through the aisles of the Wide. The large market is bustling this morning, but Gale assures her that it’s not nearly as busy as it can get in the height of summer. The building itself is all interlocking green metal under glass ceilings tucked just beneath the train tracks in this part of Baldur’s Gate. There are food stalls and colorful booths boasting homemade trinkets and art, but Gale is leading her to the secondhand book stall, piled high with well-loved paperbacks and crates of hardback books. 

Liv smiles and puts her phone back in her bag. “I have actually.”

“And?”

She shrugs. “And nothing. It’s going well; he’s fun to talk to. We have a running joke about self-published mind flayer erotica.”

Gale looks at her with mock alarm. “I thought you said it was going well.”

She rolls her eyes. “Haha, you’re very funny.”

“Yet another of my friends lost to the Weave.”

She holds up her now-empty hands. “I put it away! I’m sorry!”

He gives her a slight smile. “I’m mostly kidding. I’m happy for you, really.”

And she believes him. Gale isn’t a good liar anyway. Once, back in undergrad, a girl who lived on Liv’s floor asked him out and he’d stuttered through an excuse so bad turning her down that their entire cohort knew about it. He’d tried to let her down gently at least. 

“I’m sorry if bringing it up bothers you,” Liv says. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

Gale sighs, fingers lingering over worn-out paperback spines. “At this point, it’s less that it’s painful or truly bothersome and more that I don’t wish to do something simply because everyone else is?”

“How very hipster of you. Tell me more about the band you knew before they were famous.”

He grimaces. “Not like that. I don’t know. My last relationship…it was…it made me question things about myself and not in good ways. I feel so often that I can barely trust myself or my perception of things now. Technology only muddies that.”

Sometimes Gale says things and it feels like staring into a mirror. It had been so easy in college to see his brilliance and his work ethic as a direct challenge, but knowing him now she knows that he’s just like her. And all of that was an attempt at obfuscating just how perilous it all felt, that any mistake or fumble would lead to people discrediting the only thing they’d ever been praised for. 

“For what it’s worth, I like you and I think anyone would be lucky to catch your attention technologically or not,” she says. She wants to ask what happened between him and his ex, but she doesn’t dare. It’s something he can offer or not, the fact he’s sharing how he feels is enough. 

“I wish we’d kept up with each other better after Waterdeep; I could have used a friend like you when my life fell apart,” Gale says. 

The admission lights up something within her and makes her feel like she’s doing this friendship thing right for once. Gale had invited her out today, and she’d spent the whole morning wondering what she could do for him, what she has to offer in return. As if she has to find some way to convince him to keep her around, she always seems to be carrying this strange anxiety in her chest that she’s going to get ditched the second something better comes along. All of her friendships in adulthood have been positive experiences, so she’s not really sure where it all comes from, just that even here, hanging out with him she keeps wondering if it’s going okay. 

“Me too,” Liv manages. 

They browse the books for a while, looking for rare treasures buried in the piles and piles of common junk. Liv does find an old, faded edition of The Great Gatsby . It’s not worth more than the three dollars she pays for it, but she’s still thrilled with the find, with finding something old and rare, even if it’s unwanted. 

Later, they buy lunch from one of the food stalls, a delicious curry for her, and a hand pie for him, and eat along the riverwalk. Gale tells her about the area, about the historic theater not far from here, and points out his favorite ice cream shop, which they conspire to duck into later. 

“I have to admit, I was somewhat surprised at how willing you were to leave Cormyr for this job,” Gale says as they pause walking to lean against the side of the pedestrian bridge over the river. 

From this vantage point, they can see most of the major downtown sights, the tall buildings crowding the skyline juxtaposed with the old stone masonry of the city’s past. Liv rests her forearms against the metal railing. “It was just really good timing for me, honestly. And I was so excited, I was happy to drop everything and come here.”

None of it is a lie, but it’s not the truth either. She doesn’t like talking about her family, about what happened. It’s fucking humiliating. She wishes she could be the kind of person who could turn it into a joke, but instead, there’s this weird, persistent ache in her chest every time she thinks about her family. There’s a fear there too. Maybe if she tells anyone what her family thinks of her, the way they didn’t even fight or seem to care when she cut off contact with them, that they’ll make the same calculation…that they won’t want her either. 

That’s the part about going no contact that no one talks about. Everyone always says what a relief it is to finally cut ties, and she did feel that relief, absolutely…but she also felt a wave of disappointment that they didn’t even try to stop her. Family are the people who are supposed to love you no matter what, so what does it say about her that hers can’t seem to want her at all? It would have been a million times harder to leave if they had fought, but just once, Liv wishes someone had asked her to stay. 

Gale is a good friend, but he’s also an only child. She’s not sure she could explain any of this in a way he’d understand. The last thing she wants is for him to think less of her.

“And you’re happy? That you took the job, I mean,” Gale asks her with a sidelong glance. 

She’s pretty sure he sees there’s plenty she’s not saying, but at least the answer to this question is simple. “Yeah. Every day I walk into the library and sort of gaze up at the building in a sort of awe and think ‘this is my job!’”

“Years in and I still feel that way,” he admits. 

She gives that perfect view of the city one last take-it-all-in glance before smiling at him. “Is it time for ice cream?”

His answering laugh echoes over the river. “I believe it is.”

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hiii! I don't know if your requests are open. But i would still like to request one. I would a knb one where the gom+kagami gfs wore a skirt(which shrunk during washing and had no choice but to wear it) and every time they bent, their patience are tested until they couldn't take it anymore. Their s/o completed obvious to the attention they are getting from others.

GOM Boys + Kagami and Short Skirt Reader (f!reader)

Akashi

“[Y/N]-chan, lets go in here.” You pause in your walk with Akashi around town, spending the lovely outside, in front of a pose looking clothing store.

“Here? Why?”

“I thought you might like to buy something in here.” He replied with a soft smile.

“Oh...Akashi-kun...I don’t know. It looks awfully expensive.”

“It’s my treat.” He countered. The corners of his soft smile becoming strained. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

“I appreciate it Akashi-kun, but I couldn’t let you do that. Spending money on me like that would make me feel uncomfortable.”

“[Y/N] please.” Now not only were the corners of his mouth strained, but his voice as well. “I’m trying to put this as delicately as possible but, you’re skirt is too short.” You blink at Akashi. Not expecting that, nor did you really think your skirt was that short. Sure you’d had it since middle school but... “It’s incredibly distracting, and not just for me.” His mouth scrunched in an unflattering frown before it softened again. Those beautiful crimson eyes darting to the left, sending a pack of boys running off. “So please, let me buy you a new skirt or outfit. You look beautiful in anything, so you don’t need a short skirt like that to get my attention.”

That hadn’t been your intention in wearing the skirt today and you blush. “Well....ok.” It was always really hard to argue with him.

Akashi bought you a new outfit in the store; you dare not look at the price tags. You continue on your date hand in hand. Your skirt you had thrown in the shopping bag after changing mysteriously vanishing when you got home.

Aomine

The bell for second period ending chimed, and was soon drowned out by the sound of students shuffling through the halls. You were about to join them to your next class when Ryo asked if you’d seen Aomine. He wasn’t in class, apparently, and he took it upon himself to collect his teammate’s assignments to pass them on to him.

Such a nice guy.

You look towards the window, where the sun was shinning brightly, and sighed. “I’ll give them to him.” You knew exactly where he was.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, you of course find Aomine there. Stretched out like a cat in the warm sun, dozing the day away in the fresh air. 

“Honestly Aomine, you couldn’t even make it to second period?”

The tall, tan basketball star opened his eyes slowly from his cat nap and grinned at you. "What up with your skirt?”

Your cheeks turn red and you tried to futilely pull the front down. “I-I-It shrunk in the wash! The school was supposed to get me a new one but they didn’t have my size!”

“Nah. Keep it. I like this one much better.” His grin grew wider. “Did you wear those blue panties just for me today? Since it’s my favorite color?”

Your blush deepened and your growled at your boyfriend. You swing your arm to swat at his propped up knee but he caught your wrist and pulled you down. Forcing you to fall haphazardly on top of him; just like he planned.

“A-Aomine! Q-Quit it!”

“Nope. No can do.” He replied. His hand on your thigh. “I held out as long as I could. You can’t expect me not to react when you wear your battle panties in front of me.”

Needless to say, neither of you made it to third period.

Kagami

Another lively afternoon at Serin basketball practice. You were sitting on the bleachers, watching your friends and boyfriend, play 2-on-2 games around the court for training. You would cheer Kagami and some of the others on. Doing your part to motivate the team as your way to show support.

Riko finally blew her whistle to call for a break and the team let out a collective sigh of relief.

“H-H-Here!” You look put at Kagami when he came up to you, cheeks flushed, holding out his warm up jacket. “Put it on!”

“I...uh..thanks Kagami-kun. But I’m not cold.” You assume that why he gave it to you.

“It’s not that! Just put it on! Don’t worry. It’s not dirty or anything.”

“Um...ok. But why?” 

“Don’t worry about it!” He snapped. “Just put it on!”

You frown and grumble a little, before you demand, “no. Not until you tell me why.”

Kagami grumbled himself and looked away. “....your skirt....” He said it so quietly that you have to give a little ‘hn?’ and he repeated, “your skirt. It keeps riding up when you cheer. I can’t practice right.....”

You blink in confusion, then blush. You hadn’t thought about your skirt coming up when you cheered. Now you felt embarrassed.

You took his jacket and put it on. Obviously swimming in it with your boyfriend’s large frame, which was good for once because it fell past your skirt for coverage. “Is this better Kagami-kun?”

The red head’s eyes went a little wide, and his cheeks darked to almost the shade of his hair. “N-N-No!” He exclaimed, taking you by surprise, before he looked away and scratched his head. “Now you look even cuter......”

Kise

“It was so nice of manager-san to give me this skirt. I can’t believe I own something from a designer now!”

Kise grumbled beside you as you left his photoshoot. His hand attached to yours squeezing it tighter as you walked. “Kise-kun? Is something wrong?”

The blonde seemed to realize that he was frowning, and quickly bounced back to his jovial self. “What? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong [Y/N]-cchi. Just tired I guess.” You give a suspicious hum at Kise. Knowing that when he did 180s like this that something really was wrong.

“Kise, you know you can tell me anything. If something wrong, just tell me.”

“It’s....your skirt.” He finally confessed. Looking slightly to the left, away from you. “I’m all for fashion, and it was really nice of manager-san to give it to you, but....it’s too short. And I didn’t want to say anything because I sound like a cranky old man, but it’s true! [Y/N]-cchi’s perfect legs are only for me! I don’t want anyone else to see them!”

You snicker at Kise’s outburst. He could really be so silly sometimes.

“If you didn’t want me to wear it, then why didn’t you say anything.”

“I didn’t want to insult manager-san.” He told you. “He’s helped a lot with my career. And he really was being so nice to you. Plus, green is not my color.” Meaning he was jealous.

You giggle again and lean up to give him a kiss. “Lets head back to my place then and I’ll take it off. I’ll put on something more ‘appropriate’ for you.”

“Or....maybe don’t.” His hand squeezed yours again, only this time his face held on to a bright grin when he looked at you.

“We’ll see.”

Kuroko

You fiddle with the charm on your phone as you head down the street, leaving your apartment to go meet Kuroko.

He was supposed to meet you at your house, but when you didn't see him outside you just assumed that he got mixed up and went to the bookstore you had been planning to go to instead. Boys could be so spacey sometimes.

"Short," you jump a little at the sound behind you, seeing Kuroko there. "Your skirt is short."

"K-Kuroko-kun! Don't scare me like that! Wait....what?" It took you a minute to process what Kuroko was saying, being startled like that. "My skirt is too short?"

"Yes." Kuroko replied in his normal, soft tone, with a little nod. "It's too short."

You grumble a little and stamp your foot. "Who are you to tell me my skirt is too short??"

"No one I guess. But, I'm your boyfriend." He said. As if you needed to be reminded. "And I don't like other people staring at you, [Y/N]-kun." You blink once back at him. You hadn't noticed anyone staring. Nor had you noticed the slight tightening in Kuroko's fist until now. "It's why I've been following behind you for a while now. To keep your butt safe."

You let out a startled squeal and swat Kuroko in the arm as your cheeks turn red. "D-Don't say stuff like that!" You scold while he rubbed his arm. But...maybe he was right. Maybe it was too short. "Fine. Follow me home and I'll go change."

"Right behind you." Kuroko said with a smirk as he came along.

Midorima

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ You repeated over and over in your mind as you sprinted in a mad dash towards school.

You alarm hadn’t gone off, and it was honestly a miracle you had woken up even remotely close to the time with just enough time to make it out the door in a panic. If you some how made it to school on time you would never forget to set your alarm again!!

Cresting the hill, you see the gates to the school coming into view. And, more importantly, Midorima standing there. He was always on time, so he must have been waiting for you. Your heart swelled at the thought of it, and it gave you the extra boost to run fast towards him.

“Midorima-kun!”

“Don’t shout. In any case why are you so -- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!?!”

You come to an abrupt halt in front of your boyfriend. Not expecting that response when you got close to him. “W-What? My uniform?”

“That’s not your uniform! That skirt is too short!”

You look down and turn about as red as Midorima was as you realize the skirt you had pulled out of your closet was your middle school uniform skirt. Not your high school one. They looked close enough in color you hadn’t noticed, and thought the ‘breeze’ was from you running. Could this day get any worse!!

There was movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up from your moping to see a field of green being offered to you. “The Oha Asa is never wrong.”

“M-Midorima-kun.....” You feel like you’re about to cry as you take the scarf and wrap it around your waist. This would do, for now. At least until you could get to your gym locker after first period.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late for class.”

You smile at Midorima and fall in beside him as you head to class. Spirts lifted. Maybe you should listen to the Oha Asa more too.

Murasakibara

"What is the process called when an animal reproduces with itself? Is it A) Biomorphic reproduction? B) Symbiotic reproduction? Or C) Asexual reproduction? ....Mura-kun....? Mura-kun? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ccccccaaaannnn'ttt...." Murasakibara whined from his place across from you at the table. Looking rather comical scrunched up like that.

"Jeez Mura-kun. I offer to help you study. The least you can do is pay attention."

"Ehh.... I can't. [Y/N]-chin is trying to seduce me."

"W-What??"

The towering teen smirked before he licked the potato chip salt off his fingers, then tugged at the hem of your skirt. "[Y/N]-chin's legs look like tasty mochi. I can't resist."

Your cheeks turn pink and you bat his hand away before returning to your book. "Y-Your...You're not going to get out of this so easy Murasakibara-kun! You need to study!"

Murasakibara frowned with a low hum of disappointment before retuning to his potato chips. "I'd rather have mochi......"

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Kou Heaven [01]

ー The scene starts in the bathroom of the Mukami manor

*Splash*

Yui: Haah...Taking a bath really helps reduce fatigue.   

ー Kou enters the room

Kou: Ah, found you, M-neko-chan~!

*SPLASH*

Yui: Kyah...!! K-Kou-kun!? 

Kou: Pardon the intrusion~ 

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...!? H-Hold up!

Kou: Hm? What’s wrong? Why are you freaking out? 

Yui: ( What did he expect after he just barged in like that...!? )

Kou: Ah, I get it! You were having dirty thoughts, weren’t you? You’re so naughty, M-neko-chan~

Yui: That’s not it...! Let’s use the tub one person at a time, okay? I’ll be done in a sec so...Turn around.

Kou: No need to lie because you’re embarrassed! You’re happy you get to take a bath with me, aren’t you? 

Yui: ( I-I’m obviously voicing my discomfort...! )

Kou: I’m happy too~ In here, I can get a good look at my favorite part of yours, without anyone getting in the way. 

*Splash*

Yui: W-Wait!

Kou: I’m not going to wait at all. I’ve reached my limit... 

*SPLASH*

Yui: N-No way...I said no!

Kou: ...These beautiful locks. 

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Your face and body are pretty average, but your hair is truly stunning. 

So I’ve always wanted to have you wash my hair at least once. 

Yui: Y-Your hair...?

Kou: It has definitely seen better days, you see. On top of that, we had a shoot over at a really dusty place today too...Just my luck. 

Which is why I figured I’d have you give it the full treatment. 

...But is that too much to ask for? 

Yui: O-Oh...I could have sworn you...

Kou: Could have sworn I...What? 

Yui: N-Nothing! I don’t really do anything special but if that’s what you want...

Kou: Really? Yay! I’m counting on you then!

Yui: ( ...That being said, this get-up is still a little... )

Kou: If you’re that embarrassed, you don’t have to get out of the tub. I’ll sit down with my back facing you. Here, the shampoo. 

Yui: Eh? ...U-Um.

Kou: When you’re naked, you don’t have to worry about getting your clothes wet, right?

Yui: ( Well...I guess he makes a valid point. )

Okay then. In return, promise me you won’t turn back, okay? 

Kou: Okayー

Yui: ( I’ve never washed someone else’s hair before. I wonder if I’ll be able to pull it off...? )

Kou: ...Feels nice~ 

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: I’m glad...Am I not doing it too rough? 

Kou: Nnー...You can honestly apply a little more pressure. 

Yui: Like this...?

Kou: Exactly. Nice going~ Ah...A little more to the right, please. 

Yui: Around here?

Kou: Mmh. Don’t forget the nape either.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...Such pretty hair. I think it’s much more beautiful than my own. )

( The line going from the base of his nape to his shoulder is wonderfully toned as well...Elegant, yet masculine at the same time... )

Kou: M-neko-chan, what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? 

Yui: Ah...No, it’s nothing. 

Kou: My nape stings a little for some reasonー

Yui: Eh...? My bad. Did I hurt you? 

Kou: It’s burning not from your touch, but from your intense gaze~

Yui: ...!

Kou: Were you that awestruck by me? 

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Kou: Oh, how honestー My heart skipped a beat just now. ...Say, can I turn your way? 

Yui: Y-You can’t...!

Kou: Ehー But you’ve just been lightly running your fingers across without applying any pressure. Is the hot water getting to your head? 

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, I do feel somewhat light-headed...I guess? I’ve been in the hot tub this whole time after all. )

*Thud*

Kou: See? ...You can’t resist me at all.

Yui: Kou-kun...No. Don’t tug my arm so strongly. 

Kou: When you plead with such a cute voice, it only makes me want to tease you even more~

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah...!!

*SPLASH*

Yui: ( M-My chest’s pressed up...against his back...! )

Kou: Your body’s so warm and soft. 

Yui: No...Don’t. Let go of my arm...Kou-kun!

Kou: Geezー You’re not letting me have any fun. I haven’t broken our initial promise, have I? I haven’t turned around even once. 

A certain someone has just chosen to lean against my back~

Yui: ( On top of feeling faint, the tub is awfully slippery as well...I can’t find the strength to move...! )

Kou: I promise I won’t look back. So in return for washing my hair, I’ll clean your fingers and arm, okay? 

*Smooch* 

Yui: No...

Kou: Your upper arm is so plush...Makes me want to rip it up with my fangs, nn...!

*SPLASH*

Yui: Ah...

Kou: Fufu, you’re making some really nice sounds. I only gave it a little nibble, you know?

Yui: No. I-It tickled...

Kou: Was that the kind of noise someone being tickled would make?  Really? ...Oh well, I’ll let it slide this once. 

Come on, extend your arm all the way. I can’t wash you otherwise. 

Yui: ( Kou-kun’s fingers...They’re all slippery from the soap... )

*Splash*

Yui: ...Nn.

( It’s hot...I’m feeling dizzy... )

Kou: I’ll take my sweet time to clean you...

Until there’s not a single spot left on your body which I haven’t touched...Say, you don’t mind, do you?

Yui: Haah...Kou-kun...I can’t no more...I’m going...to faint...

Kou: But I won’t turn around. 

Yui: It’s...fine...Look my way! Have mercy...!

ー Kou turns around

Kou: Fufu...Well done. 

I’ll take good care of you if you were to collapse, so no worries. My cute M-neko-chan~

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[ Heaven 02 ] ->

[plume-pigmented-pili]

Hey hey! here’s a little something I wrote for Eli a few months ago. They convinced me i should post it, so here i am lol

———

Tw: Descriptions of a Cold, sickness (non graphic), feelings unwanted, coughing, headaches, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort. Let me know if I need to add more!

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Prinxiety (Written as Romantic but could be read as platonic i guess)

“Virgil is miserable. Its the middle of the night, and Virgil is stuck in bed, unable to sleep, with a horrible cold. The actual cold isn’t why he’s miserable, though.

Is it selfish to want to be cared for?”

—

Through Sickness and Health

Virgil could hear the clock on the opposite wall ticking just a tad too fast, and didn’t need to even look over at it to know it was way too late to be awake. Sure, he didn’t have the best sleep schedule, but at least he was usually enjoying himself when he stayed up, and it was rarely this late. It wasn’t even his fault this time.

But here Virgil was, laying in bed curled under all the blankets he owned, wishing he was dead. On paper, that sounds a lot worse than it really was, but who could blame him? The sweet release of death sounded like heaven compared to suffering here any longer. His throat was sandpaper dry, nose clogged with snot, and what felt like a small bomb went off in his skull with every movement.

That, though, wasn’t the main reason he was suffering.

He’d been sick before, he knew it would be over soon, but no physical pain could compare to the hurt he felt, knowing that the others knew of his illness, and didn’t give a single damn.

There was no way they didn’t know what was happening - even if he’d tried to hide it, which he hadn’t, it’s not like acting was ever his specialty - but not a single one of them had batted an eye since he came down with this stress induced cold.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. Patton had asked if he was feeling alright on day two, when Virgil had shuffled downstairs around three in the afternoon to grab a snack, hoodie flipped up as he dug around, his hands clearly shaky from fever yet he’d been too tired to try and hide it. He’d told Patton, in the least shaky voice he could muster, that he just wasn’t feeling very well.

In hindsight, it had probably been incredibly selfish of him to expect Patton to come to his aid and comfort him, maybe offer to tuck him in on the couch and make him something healthy to eat. He’d seen Patton do just that plus more when Logan or Roman were feeling under the weather after all. But despite knowing it was selfish, he couldn’t help the disappointment and sinking feeling he’d felt when Patton had simply responded with a gentle, almost pitying, “I’m sorry kiddo, thank you for telling me.” before walking away rather hurriedly, leaving it there.

The conversation rolled around in his head, as it had been for the past 5 days. Nobody had come to check on him, not even the resident fatherly side to see if he was feeling any better. He’d been downstairs one other time since that little exchange with Patton, but when he’d walked in on Roman and Logan talking casually in the living room, they’d both given him short, obviously forced smiles, and sunk out. That’d been on day three, and Virgil hadn’t gone back down there since. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Maybe they didn’t want to get sick? Or maybe they thought he was gross, and didn’t want to be near him. Did they think he would be rude to them?

All this thinking was making Virgil’s head hurt more. And it really didn’t matter the reason. They didn’t care, they clearly wanted to avoid him.

It hurt, worse than his actual sickness, having to stay away from everyone for days on end. It reminded him of the old days before he was accepted, when he wasn’t welcome anywhere else but the confinement of his room. He missed Patton’s warm greeting each time he walked into a room, or the rants Logan would get lost in that were strangely so calming. Most notably, though, he missed Roman.

He missed their stupid banter that always left him feeling more confident, and the never ending singing that Virgil pretended not to adore. Hell, he missed just talking to the creative side. He’d give anything just to have a conversation with him, just to lift his spirits a little. He longed for one of the warm, solid hugs that only Roman could give.

He would probably even give up his Disney posters, his entire MCR song library, or get banned from every Hot Topic in the country, just to be held and cuddled right at this moment. To be held in warm, secure arms, wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and roses, and drift to sleep knowing he wouldn’t be alone in the morning.

That last one had about a zero percent chance of happening, even if he wasn’t sick and contagious, but Virgil’s sleep deprived, fever ridden brain had decided to be sentimental, and Virgil couldn’t even stop it. At least he wasn’t gone enough to consider asking for any of that comfort he craved. it’d be easier for everyone to just wait in his room until he was better. Then maybe things would be normal again.

And that was his plan, until someone knocked on his door.

The anxious side’s gaze shot over to the clock, grimacing when the quick movement made his eyeballs throb. Who the Hell was knocking on his door at nearly 3:45 in the morning?

“Who-“ Virgil cringed at how his gravely voice broke, cleared his throat, then tried again. “Who is it?”

“I knew you were awake!” Romans voice, surprisingly enough, came from the other side of the door. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, he sounded really… relieved, and chipper. A second later, the Prince added a bit more bashfully, “Uh, unless i just woke you up by knocking, and if that’s the case I sincerely apologize, I didn’t mea-“

“No, I w’s already awake…” Virgil interrupted with a slight slur, groggy brain trying to keep up with what was happening. Being the embodiment of Anxiety, though, meant he didn’t get to stop being anxious just because he was sick. Why was he here? Was he angry? Virgil couldn’t recall doing anything that could offend anyone since he’d been self-quarantined, but then again, he couldn’t really remember his last name at the moment either. He mumbled to himself as he untangled his legs from the covers, cursing the universe under his breath because his head felt two times it’s normal size. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He didn’t want to make Roman uncomfortable or grossed out seeing him all sick in bed, cause holy shit would that be embarrassing. He still didn’t look great, but it was a small step. “Come in Pr’ncey.”

The door swung open, revealing a timid, bed headed Roman, who seemed to relax a little when noticing Virgil sitting up in bed. “Hey there.. sorry to barge in, I hope i’m not bothering you.” he said, voice still lowered and really quite gentle as he shut the door behind him.

Virgil went to shake his head, but stopped himself before he could cause himself fucking brain damage and just shrugged instead. “ y’re not both’ring me. ‘sup?” yikes, all this sitting up and trying to look presentable business was making him realize how exhausted he was. His eyelids felt heavy already.

Roman took a few steps forward, keeping his eyes steadily on Virgil like he was waiting for him to keel over and die, or cough on him. It seemed pretty damn dramatic, even for Roman. “I… just wanted to check on you. I’ve uh, been a little worried about you, and i couldn’t sleep.” The Prince said, hesitant as he lowered himself on the foot of the bed.

Virgil blinked a few times, curling his legs up so his knees were to his chest to make sure Roman wouldn’t touch his feet under the 5 layers of blankets he had over him. Or maybe it was the sudden, treacherous hope that was rising in him, a hope he was trying to stifle. Roman was… worried about him? Roman of all sides? I mean, he wasn’t surprised that he cared, he and Roman were friends now after all. Virgil was just surprised he cared about this. He thought they were all in agreement to avoid him or something.

Virgil was about to open his mouth and say… something - he didn’t really know what he was going to say. It felt like his train of thought was chugging along through molasses - but he was interrupted before he could get any words out.

“Dude… no offense, but you look like actual death. And why in the name of Hades are you buried under so many blankets?” The Prince asked with what sounded like genuine confusion, at least for the second part.

Virgil huffed and pulled the blankets tighter around him, the movement causing him to shiver. He couldn’t decide what to focus on; The cold air on his back, the rising sensation of relief knowing Roman cared, or how weird that question had been. Quite honestly, Virgil wasn’t offended because he knew he looked like shit. he was just a little confused. He thought Roman would have known he’d look like shit. “What do you mean why do I have so many blankets. I literally feel like ’m freezing to death. ’s part of the package, shouldn’t you know this?” He practically deadpanned, not even for the snarkiness like usual. His speech was just dull.

But that only left Roman looking more confused, and probably a good deal more concerned if his expression was anything to go by. “I-... I didn’t know that, no.. I’m sorry. Do you want another blanket or something…?” he asked carefully, still awfully and almost painfully cautious.

And Virgil… was at a loss for how this could possibly be new information to Roman. it was pretty common knowledge even if you’ve never had a fever before. But instead of dwelling, Virgil once again stopped himself from shaking his head, sighing instead. “No, it won’ help.” he said shortly. The effort would be futile, but it was endearing that Roman at least asked. “Thanks though. That’s.. really nice of you t’ offer.” The anxious side offered a bit more quietly.

There was an awkward silence that followed, Roman shuffling his feet against the carpet slightly as he looked around the room. Virgil saw the other’s eyes catch on the pile of used tissues in the floor, another bout of confusion flashing in his bright green eyes, but he didn’t mention it this time. Maybe it was a lack of sleep making the Prince act so clueless at the moment. “I… I guess i’ve just.. i don’t know, everything is more boring without you around. Nobody to insult without actually offending them.” Roman spoke again after a moment, sending a half smile in Virgil’s direction.

A little smirk matched with a snort is what the Prince was rewarded with, Virgil's spirits lifted regardless of his misery. It felt nice knowing he was missed, and it made his chest warm knowing it was coming from Roman. For some reason, knowing he could make things more bearable for his counterpart was.. rewarding, in a way. And Roman looked proud of himself, before he continued a bit more solemnly. “You’ve been cooped up in here for so long, like what, 5 says now?”

That got Virgil to sigh, and maybe there was some defensiveness laying beneath the surface, made worse thanks to being miserable, but all he managed was a mildly annoyed side eye to Roman as he responded in a mumble, still doing his best not to run Roman off. “‘t’s not my fault.”

Roman was quick to shake his head, slight guilt in his expression. “I know! I-I’m not trying to make you feel bad, i guess i just- i don’t know, i’m just talking out loud… sorry.” Roman’s voice had quieted, eyes trained on the floor somewhat shamefully as he seemed to search for his words. “I just.. I just wish…” but once again, he trailed off, shaking his head and seeming to give up. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s fine, Princey.” Virgil mumbled back, eyes dropping to his lap where he picked at a loose string on his bedspread. Another silence followed, Virgil trying to sniffle as silently as he could. Despite how weird this interaction had been so far, and how slightly awkward it’s gotten, Virgil was honestly just trying to soak in the mere presence of another side while it lasted. He’d never liked being alone for so long. His stomach was starting to hurt for a reason aside from sickness. This sure was a good way to get Roman to leave early, the others were probably right for leaving him alone so far.

Suddenly, Virgil squeezed the blankets in his fist to try and stop a sudden tickle in his throat, the sensation coming out of nowhere. Unfortunately though, his instincts won out just seconds later as he was forced to cough, the sound gargled and gross even when he covered the whole bottom half of his face with his covers. Dammit, dammit, stupid fucking cough. And Roman just got there too. He wasn’t ready for the creative side to leave again yet.

“S- Sorry, sorry ‘bout that. Shit.” He mumbled rather quickly, hoping to by just a few minutes longer of the creative side’s company before it was taken away again for who knows how long. His head felt like it was being split open, no thanks to the effort it took to cough. Who the Hell’s idea was sickness? They should be fired.

Much to his surprise though, when Virgil hesitantly looked up to gauge how put off Roman was by his display, he only saw an overwhelming about of worry, but even more importantly, alarm.

“Apologies, but is this like- normal??” Roman asked with eyes noticeably wider, studying Virgil's pained expression, hunched over posture, the mess of dirty tissues around, and the way the bright numbers of his digital clock on his nightstand was covered carefully, with a washcloth no doubt.

Virgil drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose as he rubbed on his temples to try and alleviate some pain, eyes closed and head tilted down. Roman’s ridiculous questions were just making his headache worse, and honestly he didn’t even understand how the Hell he was so confused. Was this his plan? To come in here and confuse Virgil and his already incapacitated brain? ‘Cause if so, he was doing a brilliant job. “Roman, what the hell are you talking about.”

It came out less like a question, more like a very tired statement, but he was answered with confused stammering, Roman gesturing almost desperately to Virgil and his state. “What do you mean what am I talking about?? Dude, you’re clearly not doing well. I mean, I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but you’re sweating like a sinner in church, you’re covered in a thousand blankets, you were just hacking up a lung and you’re barely able to speak right from, what i’m assuming, is a nose full of mucus!”

“Yeah, okay, I get it. I look like shit, Pr’ncey, enough said.” Virgil snapped, glaring up at Roman and accidentally moving his head up to look at him too fast, sending a flare of agony through his skull. He cursed under his breath and winced, but powered through it even as Roman lifted a hand to- to what, help? It didn’t matter, Virgil moved away from the effort. “No, don’t touch me, alright? I don’t wan’ your pity.”

Virgil knew all of this was coming out more aggressive than he ever would allow if he was feeling himself. Hell, even now he was begging himself to just shut up and stay calm. But after almost 2 full days with no sleep, and 5 days of nonstop pain, coughing, being unable to breath properly, the feeling of fire in his throat every time he tried to eat, and then on top of that, being shunned by the 3 people he wanted- needed, more than anything. Well, he really couldn’t stop his composure from cracking and shattering.

Roman looked ready to respond, seemingly struck with more pity than before, but Virgil’s hand shot up to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it, Princey. Why the Hell are you even here anyway? If you’ve missed me so much, why did you wait 5 f’cking days to come see me? T’ come ‘check on me’? And, by th’ way, so far you’ve really only been fucking with me and making me feel worse, so in reality it probably would ‘ve been better had you just kept up your streak of avoiding me like ev’ryone else!”

Virgil was breathing heavily, head pounding and lungs burning after raising his voice just a bit too much at the end of his rant. He replayed the words back in his mind, heart sinking when he realized how aggressive he’d gotten. He couldn’t slow down his breathing, why couldn’t he slow his breathing?? Jesus christ, he wasn’t about to break down on top of all that other shit he just unleashed. Perfect, he was just proving the other side’s point for them.

With his body now starting to shake, jaw clenched to hold back tears because this week has been bullshit, and he felt like curling up and disappearing, if not to escape his aching body then to at least escape the anger he knew would result from that whole verbal meltdown he just had. Obviously Roman would be leaving, but would he yell first? Tell him how annoying and selfish he was, and how he didn’t get to be a huge asshole just because he was feeling a little under the weather? Or would he leave in silence, just exit the room with that silent, cold anger that Roman only showed when he was really upset.

Maybe he’d tell everyone else what happened, how he’d tried to extend an olive branch, test it out just to see if maybe his illness hadn’t made him into a pathetic prick, but Virgil lashed out as expected and ran him off. Would Logan and Patton get mad at him too? Come in and tell him off for being so horrible to his own family, that he couldn’t even be a decent person for 5 minutes.

Maybe things wouldn’t go back to normal even after he’s recovered, all because he couldn’t just control himself.

“Virgil, what are you talking about?” Roman asked exasperated, and Virgil dragged his hands down his face. He meant to make more of a growl in frustration, but it came out closer to a pained whine. His eyes stung for a new reason now. He just wanted this to stop. Why wouldn’t Roman just stop?

“What. What am I talking about what. I can’t do this- this whole vague shit righ’now, jus’ spit it out.” He hated how short tempered he was sounding, but Roman didn’t seem to be fazed. Virgil could see the Prince waving his hands around in his peripheral, looking tongue tied.

“The- The part where you think i’m fucking with you?? Why you think we’re avoiding you?? Why you’re so-... so….” Roman trailed off, a look of realization crossing his face, which quickly turned to horror and guilt. “Wait a… w-wait a second, Virgil, are you- are you sick??”

To say Roman sounded appalled would be an understatement, his eyes wide in shock, brows drawn, mouth slightly agape. Virgil’s head spun, suddenly dizzy as his brain tried to figure out why Roman sounded so horrified- why he sounded so surprised. He couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He felt nauseous and he just wanted to sleep. Before he knew it, tears were trekking down his face, thick tears springing from his eyes making the pressure behind them even more unbearable. A sob tore painfully from his throat, instantly catching the Prince’s full attention.

“Oh my… Virgil-“

Virgil shrunk away from the Prince’s voice, curling up once more into a ball, trying to hide from everything. His lip wobbled, he could feel it, but he was too tired to be embarrassed or feel pathetic. He pulled the covers closer around him. “R-Roman, please jus’-“ He hiccuped on a sob, hissed through his teeth as the action sent a sharp pain through his lungs. “I don’ know i-if you’re tryin’ to joke ‘r somethin’, but— but ’s n- not funny, o-okay?”

Instead of speaking clearly at a normal volume, Virgil was nearly mumbling the entire time he was speaking, slurring through words even worse than when the conversation started. Was it just him, or was the room spinning? “Please, i… i need you t’...” Virgil huffed for breath, exhaustion wearing on him like a switch was just suddenly flipped. It nearly took all his energy to try and get a deep breath.

“Ro…”

Virgil was met with a warm, broad chest, and strong arms wrapping around him before he even knew he was slumping forward. His ears were ringing, drowning out what sounded like a familiar voice speaking to him. They sounded distressed, he hoped they were okay. What was combing through his hair? He couldn’t quite remember what was going on before then, but all he knew was, he was safe now.

Then, the world went dark.

———

Virgil came into consciousness a little while later, his brain the kind of blissfully empty that only comes after passing out, apparently. He couldn’t grasp where he was before, existing in a reality where there is no past for a few moments. His head was vaguely aching, like a dull throb faded into the background, and his lungs stung only a little when he breathed in deeply. In his sleepy state though, Virgil didn’t concern himself with those feelings.

Virgil couldn’t see anything, he noticed not long after, but he could hear murmuring and the distant sound of water running.

Next, he realized he knew he wasn’t in his own room anymore, both because this wasn’t his mattress, and the room didn’t smell like his own.

He could smell.. cinnamon… and peaches… and ink. Somewhere in his groggy brain, Virgil recognized the smell, but at the moment it was just out of his reach. It didn’t bother him, though, not when he was so relaxed and calm. He felt like he was one with the bed, and the soft, fluffy sheets encasing him.

A few more seconds of coming to, and Virgil realized his eyes were covered with something damp, and cool… soft too. It felt amazing against his warm skin. oh right, i’m sick, a thought entered his mind gently.

Then, a lot less gently, the events from before he passed out rushed to the forefront of his mind, practically smacking him in the face. Because yes, he’d passed out, right in front of Roman like an idiot, oh shit, why isn’t he in his room, where is he-

“Virgil? Hey woah, calm down buddy- here,” Virgil heard someone quickly cross the room, and tended his body for all of two seconds before the washcloth over his eyes was being lifted.

Virgil blinked blearily, squinting his eyes even though the room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, save for a thin line of light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Someone was sat beside him on the side of the bed, but he was too blurry for Virgil to make out details.

“There you are. Hey Hot Topic, how are you feeling?” the person asked, speaking more gently than anyone had spoken to Virgil in a long time. Strangely though, Virgil wasn’t upset by it. It was.. nice…

Wait a minute, he knew that voice.

“R- Roman..? I.. Where…?” Distantly, Virgil knew he sounded like shit, which meant he probably looked like shit, and directly after asking that half assed question, he realized he had to be in the Princes room. “Oh.. fuckin’- I passed out on you..” he groaned, moving his hands up to scrub the blurriness from his eyes.

It worked, surprisingly, and now that Virgil could see, he realized that yes, Roman was the one sitting next to him, and yes he was in Roman’s room, in Roman’s bed. He also noticed how tossed Roman’s hair was, and the bright red with little snowmen pajamas the Prince wore. They were really adorable.

“Yes, I’m afraid you did.. and I’m also afraid that I am partly to blame for it.” Roman sighed, casting his eyes down as he pressed his lips in a line.

Virgil’s brows drew together, and, because he was so delirious, he reached out to grab gently at Romans sleeve. “How is it your fault that I passed out?” he asked incredulously. At least he could speak properly now. Now? Now since when? Oh geez, “Wait how long have I been out? A few hours? Days? Years?! Did I fall into a coma?!”

The corner of Roman’s lip lifted in amusement, and he gently lay a hand over Virgil’s, on his sleeve. “No, no nothing like that, Dark Knight. It’s only been an hour or so. I.. hope you don’t mind, but I had to bring you in here. Your fever was… really high.” The Prince of Creativity said, solemn by the end.

“I think i’ve managed to get it down, so it’s not so dangerous anymore, but Logan will definitely have to keep an eye on it today.”

That got Virgil's attention. “Wait- Logan? Uh.. yeah, not to burst your bubble Princey, but I doubt that’ll be happening.” There was a slight bitterness to his tone as he wrapped his free arm around his midsection, and though there wasn’t as much bitterness as there usually would be, Roman still picked up on it loud and clear.

He inclined his head, as if in agreement, and Virgil stomach only sunk a little bit before Roman was speaking again.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Virgil. You see, there seems to have been a grave misunderstanding. This is how I’m partially responsible for your passing out, same as Logan and Patton are also partly to blame.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, breath hitching at the sheer ridiculousness of that suggestion. No!! How could it be their fault? He’s the one that got so sick and couldn’t keep himself healthy enough not to fucking pass out. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Roman held up a finger before he could get out a single word, silencing him.

“A few days ago, 5 to be exact, it came to Patton’s attention that you weren’t feeling yourself. He told me and Logan that you told him you weren’t feeling very well, and that we should all give you some space the next few days.” Roman said carefully. Ah yes, that conversation. The one that’s haunted Virgil for nearly a week. Virgil remembered it well.

With a hesitant, still very lost nod from Virgil, Roman continued. “It seems that Patton, and in turn, Logan and I, assumed that your strange behavior was linked to.. well, anxiety.” He gave Virgil’s hand a light squeeze, any sign of a smile gone and replaced with pained regret. The Prince swallowed, just as Virgil pieced it together.

“Because of these more stressful times Thomas is experiencing, we wrongly thought that you were having a rough week, leading to worse anxiety. So… we’ve been leaving you on your own, thinking we were helping you..”

Virgil.. didn’t know what to say. He looked up and found Roman’s red, sorrowful eyes. When he focused, he could see they were just a little bit bloodshot, even in the dark. Proof that he had previously cried, no doubt about this. When Virgil didn’t speak, still too shocked as his slowed brain processes this, Roman continued, quietly choking back a sob just after he averted his gaze to the floor.

“V-Virgil-“ he voice cracked. Virgil’s heart was sinking in his chest. Roman had never looked so heartbroken. “Virgil I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were sick, none of us did! I-I swear I didn’t know, I would have never left you alone if I had, Virgil, Star, i’m so so s-sorry,”

Roman was practically full on crying by that point, though he clearly tried to keep it to himself and stay quiet. Virgil was grateful for the effort, but there were much more important things to focus on at the moment. He may not be completely himself, but he still couldn’t let Roman be so sad.

It was because he wasn’t completely himself that Virgil automatically sat up (taking his time to do so, trying not to upset his head), and leaned himself right against Roman, chest to chest, looping his arms around to loosely hold Princey in a hug.

It all made sense now, why he’d been ignored all week, and why nobody came to check on him or try to help. He felt a little (read: a lot) stupid for thinking that anyone in his famILY would do anything but show him the upmost care and attention when he needed it. They thought they were helping, and honestly, had he in fact been having a bad week of heightened anxiety, giving him space would have been the right thing for them to do.

Roman was quick to return Virgil’s hug, though to his credit, his hug was a lot stronger and more secure than Virgil’s. He buried his face in Virgil’s hair, a steady stream of teary apologies spilling from him. A steady stream that Virgil hastily tried to end.

“Roman, it’s okay… i’m not upset, I promise it’s okay. I know you were doing what you thought would help me. Please don’t cry, Princey.” He said softly.

It might have been a few more minutes, or a few hours, that the two sides sat together in each other’s arms. Roman’s cries and apologies slowly quieted to a stop, though the gentle combing of fingers through Virgil’s hair only continued as they sat.

“Hey… Roman?” Virgil whispered after a few more moments, the whole mindscape quiet, save for the quiet sniffles from both Virgil and Roman every once in a while.

“Yes, sweet Midnight?” came an equally gentle response. Neither side moved, Virgil too content with his face snuggly buried against his counterpart’s shoulder, and Roman too content with having Anxiety safe in his arms.

“Would… well, you can say no, but would you mind.. if I stay in here..? I don’t… really want to be alone…” a hint of Virgil’s usual anxious tendencies showed itself despite the tiredness that was starting to cover the darker side. Instead of head-swimming exhaustion though, this time Virgil felt pleasantly heavy and relaxed.

Without uttering another word, Roman pulled them both down to lay their heads on the pillows, lifting one hand to gently flick his wrist and manipulate the covers around them. The light in the bathroom turned off with a soft click of Roman’s fingers, one that Virgil hardly registered as he shuffled somehow closer to the Prince, still tucked safely in his arms.

As he fell softly and smoothly into the first restful sleep he’s had in days, Virgil noticed that he wasn’t freezing cold anymore. The dull throb in his head had gone away almost entirely, and it felt that much easier to breathe. But most importantly, Virgil felt less alone than he had in a long, long time.

Needless to say, Virgil was feeling better already.

[joyfulsongbird]

Bruises And All- Chapter 8

I've moved a couple things around so that I don't have to commit to decisions in the story I'm anxious about quite yet. enjoy this chapter!! after months of silence!!

here's a link to chapter 7!

ao3 link to chapter 8!

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ORPHEUS knows he’s naive.

Knows he doesn’t have a perfect understanding of what the world is really like. He’s been told enough times. Mister Hermes says he’s different, says he’s special. That doesn’t feel right. He’s not any more special than anybody else, than Persephone, or Hermes himself, even Hades. He’s just a boy. Not much else matters, as long as they’re good. Good people aren’t special, they’re just people. They look like anybody else.

“Eurydice?” he catches her hand when she’s passing by the bar after lunch, she’d disappeared for awhile, he doesn’t know where to. But he doesn’t stop her because of that, he stops her because she looks upset. Her eyes are ringed with pink, like she’s been crying recently. He doesn’t like that, he doesn’t want her to cry. He just wants her to be happy, to stay.

“Are you okay?”

She slips her hand out of his, smiling softly. “Perfectly fine. Thank you.”

In the moment between her saying that and her stepping to leave, he follows her eye line, confused at minuscule pause. And even more confused to find that she, though very briefly, catches Hades’ eye. He’s frowning, deeper than usual, and dipping a mug of what looks like black coffee.

She’s turning to go before he says her name again. “Eurydice.”

Her eyelashes are so long. And they’re wet.

“Did- did Hades say something to you?”

She’s quick to reply, quirking her lips into a smile. “No. No, he didn’t. Don’t worry.”

“But he-”

“Nothing happened. Okay?” her expression turns stern, as do her words.

“Um- okay.” he starts to turn away first this time, hurt bubbling in his chest that he doesn’t want to show on his face.

“Hey. Hey, Orpheus.” she reaches for his hand first this time, taking it in both of hers. “I’m sorry. I’m just- I’m tired. I’m stressed and tired. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“Why are you so stressed?” he asks, still relishing in the way she hasn’t let go of his hand yet, and doesn’t seem to want to.

“No specific reason, really.” even he can tell she’s lying. “Just about the future.”

“The future?”

“Like I said, nothing specific. Just… a lot of thoughts.”

“Well that’s gotta be tough.” he aims for lightness but it falls flat, she just smiles weakly at him, dropping his hands and walking towards the bookshelf against the wall. When the bar is open, they always pride themselves on having other things for people to occupy themselves with besides getting drunk. Books on history fill the walls, some fiction mixed in, but mostly old school books Orpheus read after he’d dropped out of school and the occasional folk story Mister Hermes had collected over the years. He liked to do that, to listen to people’s stories and write them down. Keep them as reminders of the past. He claimed he didn’t really read them after he’d first written them down but sometimes, Orpheus saw him leaned up against the wall, holding a book in his hands and his eyes skimming down each page hungrily. He loved those stories, though he didn’t want to admit it.

She picks out a thick book from the wall, holding it gingerly. Orpheus tries not to look like he’s staring at her, he’s really trying not to, but the way she moves just constantly draws his eye. Gracefully, she floats about, but with a heavy air to her. Like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders but she has learnt to bear it so skillfully. So beautifully.

“When do you think the storm will let up, Hermes?” Persephone calls from her table where she sits, playing solitaire by herself.

“Shouldn’t be more than a day, by now. Hurricanes like these leave a lot of damage but never last too long.” he says, as he dusts off a couple glasses. Orpheus isn’t watching Hermes or even Persephone, his had been on Eurydice even before Persephone had started speaking but her reaction to Hermes’ answer makes him frown. She briefly clenches her fist over the sides of the book and glances up, eyes scanning across the bar, stopping once more on… Hades.

Orpheus may be a little naive, sure, but he can figure out when something strange is going on.

He can’t bring it up though, until almost that night, when he finally gets a moment alone with Eurydice. When they’re cleaning up after dinner, put in charge of washing and putting away the dishes. The three others are scattered upstairs and downstairs, Hades and Persephone turning in for the night upstairs in bed. And Hermes is downstairs tending to the furnace.

As she cranes her neck over the sink, reaching for the sponge that she had dropped, she pauses.

“What is it, Orpheus?”

“W-what?”

“You’ve been acting weird all afternoon, what is it?” she straightens up, her jaw set tightly, her arms up to the elbows are covered in suds and soap and it only looks a little ridiculous to see her stony expression and then take in the rest of her.

“You keep- every time anyone seems to say something about the storm ending or anything like that, you look at Hades. Why?”

She freezes, everything in her body turning taut for only a moment before it all releases but for a moment, there was genuine panic in her eyes. Fear like he hadn’t seen before. Like an animal looking for an escape route, a fear he can barely even comprehend.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not.”

“We just had a conversation, it’s fine. I’m handling it.” She turns back to wash the dishes some more but Orpheus catches her wrist, not hard, gently so she could pull away if wanted to. And she does, after a moment or two, but doesn’t continue with washing the dishes, she just stands there, head bowed slightly.

“Does he want you to leave?” Orpheus asks, outright.

She swallows slowly. “No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“Eurydice-”

“For gods’ sake, Orpheus, can you just leave it alone? I’m not going to bear every inch of my soul to you.” he steps back at the harshness in her voice, how… angry she sounds. Pain ripples through his chest and he steps back, leaning against the back counter of the bar. Things go on in utter silence for a while, Eurydice washes the dishes and places them on the rack. He’s supposed to be drying them but he’s afraid she doesn’t want him close right now. They’d have to be standing almost hip to hip for it to work well and she’s already so skittish… and angry… he doesn’t want to upset her anymore.

After too long, she turns off the faucet, and braces herself against the sides of the sink. Her exhale is loud enough for him to hear, before she turns around to face him.

“I’m sorry.” she says quietly. “I feel as if I’ve been so terrible to you today. And I really am… so sorry, Orpheus. I don’t mean to lash out. There’s no excuse, really, I just don’t know how to cope, it’s ridiculous. One thing starts upsetting me and it’s like I have to burn all of my bridges and hurt everyone around me.”

He stays silent, what can he say to that? What can he say to console her? To tell her that he’d never, ever blame her for her past bleeding into the present? Tell her that he’d forgive her a thousand times over?

She wipes her nose with her sopping wet hand, which does nothing to help. “I told you I wasn’t very nice.”

He doesn’t want to cry in front of her, though it’s an inevitable end, but when she lets her eyes rise to the ceiling and her arms come around her torso, trying to soothe herself. He can’t help it.

“Can I hug you?” his mouth comes out strained and like he’s on the verge of tears (because he is). Her eyes snap to him suddenly, her mouth forming a perfect O in surprise before she nods once, stepping forwards.

She’s warm. And much smaller than he thought. It takes a few moments before she relaxes into his embrace befores she stands on tip toes to bury her face into his shoulder. He sniffles, trying not to pay attention to the way she wraps her arms so tightly around his neck, like she never wants to let go. The way he holds her around her midsection, he doesn’t want this moment to end. Where they’re both just teary-eyed, affection starved kids who need a damn hug. Instead of a… whatever they are now. Something worse. Something far more complicated.

When she pulls away, she’s smiling. Her thumb brushes a tear from under his eye, he wants to replay that moment of tenderness a hundred times.

“You’re so nice, ‘rydice.” he murmurs. “I really like you.”

“I know.” she whispers back.

“I can’t force you to stay, I can’t ask you to give me an answer, but… I don’t want you to go.” it’s the truth. It’s one of the most truthful statements he thinks he’s ever said. Nothing he has said before this moment has ever been more true.

She nods, unable to speak even a word. He does not ask again, doesn’t ask about the side glances between her and Hades, doesn’t ask why she’s crying over this simple confession. Doesn’t even ask why she’s so on edge all the time, when she’s safe here with them. He wants to tell her she is safe but he has a feeling she wouldn’t believe him.

She places a hand on his cheek, his eyes follow that slender arm down to her shoulder, where once again, he sees those prominent bruises. He tries, he really does, to tear his eyes away from her pain. It doesn’t last more than a few moments, before Eurydice lets her hands drop away from him.

“Come on, we’ve gotta finish up.” she says and he nods silently, moving to pick the rag up off of the counter and begins drying the dishes. After a long, painful silence, in his peripheral vision, he sees her jump up to sit on the counter, not too far away from him. Just swinging legs back and forth, looking awfully young.

“Thank you, by the way,” she says finally.

“For what?”

“For being kind. For making me feel… safe.”

He can’t help the smile that creeps up onto his face, he hums quietly under his breath. “I’m really glad you feel safe.”

Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. He wonders what she looks like when it does.

[onthecrosslook]

Three Acts

Note: Fuck it, I’m just going to post this now. @call-me-moo.

Act Three

I dial Mary’s number on my dying mobile. “Do c...come in. It’s a little cramped…I must warn you.”

I’m sitting on a rickety old chair in an abandoned building. No, not even a building- a mere façade.

Just like Mary.

I shake away the thought and concentrate. I don’t have long before I start bleeding through the stitches. Every passing minute is crucial to both the plan and my survival.

I’ve already gotten through the bulk of the phone call with Mary. It’s mostly filler to keep her from storming inside and shooting me on sight, and it’s working so far.

Like scenes from a play...

She’ll be coming inside soon, judging from her initial distance from the building. It won’t be long now.

I can hear her breathing quicken over the line as my question grows more and more personal. “What do you want, Sherlock?” she growls, her voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.

“Mary Morstan...stillborn in 1972. Thought it’d be...a-awfully clever, taking her name like that,” I say softly, clutching my chest with my free hand. “It’s why you don’t have any...f-friends from before...then.”

Common enough tactic.

Mary’s sharp laugh rings out. “You don’t sound very well, Sherlock. Perhaps we should get you to a hospital.” Her voice lowers. “Or a morgue.”

“How...how good of a shot are you?” I ask, biding my time with the questions. I need to stall. Answers can come later, hopefully with John’s assistance.

Even so…

I need to know.

I can almost hear her smirk from the other side of the line. “How badly do you want to find out? I’d be more than happy to demonstrate. I can see you’re right in front of me, it would only take a single pull of the-“

“If you’re such a good shot…” I take a few shaky breaths and continue to interrupt her, “…th-then...demonstrate. Unf-fortunately, I don’t have any l...live targets, forgive me. You’ll h-have to...settle for a coin.” I force a weak laugh that makes my stomach ache and my labouring lungs burn. “That is...i-if you can…”

The line crackles a bit on her end. “You think you can bait me, Sherlock? I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yes, Mary.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“I want to...know how good you are,” I say encouragingly. “Go on...the doctor’s wife must b-be...rather bored, by now...Because…” I gasp for a much-needed breath.

“Because what?” she snaps, frustrated, as she adjusts the leather strap of her heavy purse.

Added weight of the gun. Obviously unaccustomed to carrying it around. Is she still a good shot?

“Because...you’re a psychopath...and p-psychopaths get bored.” I groan into my coat collar in pain. At this rate, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.

“Ha,” she scoffs. “I’ll entertain you, Sherlock. God knows you can’t have much left in you, anyway.” Mary pulls out a fifty-pence piece from her purse and holds it aloft. She glances above, gauging the height of the ceiling with a critical eye, and flips the coin in the air. In one swift move, she aims the gun and fires. A metallic clank is heard, and she smirks triumphantly.

I hang up the phone with a flourish. “Impressive,” I whisper, the faintest smile on my face visible in the flickering light.

Mary turns to look at me, clearly startled. “You’re…standing. Then who...Ah. I see. A dummy? Fairly obvious trick, don’t you think?” She slides the coin over to me with the tip of her boot.

I lean over with a grunt and pick it up, pausing only to examine it. I straighten up, the stabbing pain making it harder to stand. My breathing is growing more and more erratic, but I choose to ignore it in favour of my deductions.

Ordinary fifty-pence coin, no obvious assistive modifications. Hole where the 0.38mm bullet penetrated is precisely in the center. Fifteen-plus years in the killing business, at least. She’s a remarkable shot, I’ll give her that.

Not good enough, though.

“Impressed?” she asks, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Spectacularly...accurate sh-shot, yet you...failed to place...a kill. Sentiment, or d-did you...not want to...blow y-your cover?” It’s a risk to taunt her so openly, but unfortunately a risk I must take.

“Neither. John wasn’t supposed to come save you. The doorframe creaked fairly loudly and that alerted him. You would have died if it hadn’t been for my damn recklessness,” Mary snarls, looking more angry at herself than anyone else. “It’s not a mistake I’ll make again.”

Wait-

She raises her gun to my forehead.

-this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

I hear a click and a loud shot.

When I open my eyes again, I see Mary crumpled on the floor, her chest weakly moving up and down as blood leaks from her body, filling spaces it shouldn’t be. I can hardly breathe from the shock of seeing her so suddenly vulnerable.

“You...d-don’t...you didn’t…h-have a...g-gun…” she chokes out. “H-how…?”

“Sorry,” I hear a bitter voice behind her say, and suddenly John is standing there, his gun pointed straight ahead, and it all makes sense. “Not that obvious a trick.”

“John- b-but-“ I stutter out, my mouth moving, but hardly any noise coming out.

How…how did he…?

Mary groans loudly, and I move to ask him again, thinking perhaps he didn’t hear me.

“J-John…”

“You. You don’t get to speak,” John hisses, before leaning down to Mary’s side. “Mary, I can still…”

“N-no…” she says softly, obviously straining to sit up. “It’s...t-too late, John. I...I suppose...n-now I know how...Sh-Sherlock f-felt...Ah-!” She cries out in anguish and lifts a shaking hand to John’s face.

He doesn’t push her hand away. “You’re a pathetic liar, Mary. You lied to me, you shot my best friend, you- you-“ He’s practically hyperventilating with anger now, each breath harder than the next. “You killed our baby.”

Mary is eerily silent for a moment, but she nods eventually. “I d-did...John...Will...w-will it matter...i-if I say...I-I’m sorry…?”

“No,” he says honestly. His face is more pained than I have ever seen, contorted with unspoken rage and agony. “You’ve destroyed it all, Mary. I will never forgive you.”

“P-please…” she begs, clinging onto his collar with an almost frightening desperation. “I c-can’t go...n-not like this...J-John…”

“You should have thought about that…” John swallows back a sob, “...before you shot Sherlock.”

Tears stream down her pale, stricken face. “I th-think I l-loved you...o-once...d-did you ever...l-love me...J-John…?”

“Once,” he says softly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Not anymore. Not since Sherlock came back, I think.”

I’m silent.

What could I possibly say…?

Her face grows sadder, if that’s possible. “I...c-could never...c-compare...not t-to…him…”

“I’m not gay,” he says with a weak smile, forcing a small chuckle.

“A-and...I’m...n-not an...a-assassin…” she gasps out with a laugh, pulling harder on his coat. “I...w-would have...n-never really...k-killed you, y-you know…?”

His face is grim. “I don’t know that, Mary. Because I don’t know you at all. I- I bet...I bet your name isn’t even Mary.”

“It’s n-not,” she admits, her grip beginning to fail. “Th-that- ...wh-what I just s-said…- was a lie...I w-would have…” she coughs out, dark blood trickling from the corners of her pink lips. “I w-would h-have...I w-would...b-because I’m s-selfish…”

He nods. “I didn’t believe you, anyway.”

“I e-even...w-wanted...R-Rosamund…” Mary’s trembling hand slips from his jacket.

“Mary…”

“R-Rosamund...f-far better...th-than...Sh-Sher...Sherlock…” Her breath hitches on my name, and her face tightens with the effort. “G-goodbye...b-both of you…”

“Mary,” John breathes. “D...don’t…”

“G-go b-back to B-Baker S-Street...J-John...And Sh-Sherlock…?” She turns her head slightly to look at me. “I-I’m...s-sorry…T-take c-care...of...J...John…”

Her eyes go glassy and dull as she quietly exhales for the last time. John looks numb as uses two fingers to gently push her eyelids shut. Pressing a final kiss to her clammy forehead, he abruptly stands up and snaps his fingers. “Sherlock. Let’s go,” he says, his tone deathly quiet and clipped.

“J-John…”

“I said...let’s go. There’s nothing left for us here.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I’ve waited too long. I should have called someone. I should have called the hospital. I can almost hear John scolding me already- ‘Why do you never call the police?’

My vision goes blurry as my legs fail me. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, but then again…this night has been full of surprises. Nothing short of dangerous encounters and yet another miraculous deus-ex-machina from John Watson.

Not dead. Not yet.

“Amb- ambulance…” I whisper hoarsely, before collapsing on the floor next to Mary’s cold, limp, unmoving body.

John rushes towards me, and I get a glimpse of her pale face as my eyes flutter shut. Her lips are slightly parted, almost upturned. She seems to be finally at rest. She doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t think I could think of a better way for her to exit this world. A brutal display of karma…

…And yet…

I feel my flat expression become a weak smile.

She looks...so peaceful...almost like she’s sleeping…

The End (?)

~

Act One linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656892650818011136/three-acts

Act Two linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656968775195934720/three-acts

Epilogue linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/657054522939686912/three-acts

[marlborodean]

spn quotes: season two

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! my favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season one.

1. IN MY TIME OF DYING

Dean—

I’ve done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I’ve given everything I’ve ever had. Now you’re just gonna sit there and you’re gonna watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you? (11:14)

So you’re okay with dying? [Tessa: No, of course not. I just think, whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen. It’s out of my control. It’s just...fate.] Hm. That’s crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting no matter what. (18:48)

There’s no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is gonna rot in the ground, and my family is gonna die. (30:38)

[John: You know, when, uh...when you were a kid, I’d come home from a hunt, and after what I’d seen, I’d be...I’d be wrecked. And you...you’d come up to me, and you’d put your hand on my shoulder, and you’d look me in the eye, and you’d...you’d say, “It’s okay, Dad.” Dean, I’m sorry.] Why? [You shouldn’t have had to say that to me, I should’ve been saying that to you. You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that. And you didn’t complain, not once.] (37:27)

Sam—

How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession! (13:17)

I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't...you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. (28:36)

Misc—

Tessa: You'll stay here for years—disembodied, scared. And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent. [Dean: What are you saying?] Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And you're about to become one: the same thing you hunt. (31:15)

Azazel: If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them. (32:15)

2. EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN

Dean—

[Ellen: I’m so sorry.] It’s okay. We’re alright. [Really. I know how close you and your dad—] Really, lady, I’m fine. (11:37)

[Sam: You ever notice Dad had a falling-out with just about everybody? Don’t get all maudlin on me, man.] What do you mean? [I mean this strong, silent thing of yours. It’s crap, I’m over it.] Oh my God. [This isn’t just anyone we’re talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man.] You know what? Back off, alright? Just because I’m not caring and sharing like you want me to— [No no no, that’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I’m your brother, alright? I just wanna make sure you’re okay.] Dude, I’m okay! I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me. [What are you talking about?] I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It’s like, “Oh, what would Dad want me to do?” Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you—you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry, Sam, but you can’t. It’s too little, too late. [Why are you saying this to me?] Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I’m dealing with Dad’s death! Are you? (29:48)

Sam—

[Dean: This case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.] So? [It's just not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.] I don't know, I just think taking this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do. (16:57)

[Mr. Cooper: You see, this place is a refuge for outcasts, always has been, for folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two...you should go to school, find a couple of girls, have 2.5 kids. Live regular.] Sir, we don't want to go school, and we don't want regular. We want this. (22:34)

[Dean: I thought that once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to wussy state.] I'm having second thoughts. [Really?] Yeah. I think Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job. [Since when do you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing what he didn't want, Sam.] Since he died, okay? You have a problem with that? (23:27)

I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late. I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right, not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. (39:04)

3. BLOODLUST

Dean—

So I picked up this crossbow, and I hit that ugly sucker—silver-tipped arrow, right in his heart. Sammy’s waiting in the car, and me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I’m sitting there, and I’m looking into the fire, I’m thinking to myself, “I’m 16 years old. Kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I’m seeing things that they’ll never even know, never even dream of.” So right then, I just sort of.... [Gordon: Embraced the life?] Yeah. (16:16)

You’re always saying to yourself, “He’s indestructible. He’ll always be around. Nothing can kill my dad.” And just like that, he’s gone. I can’t talk about this to Sammy. No, I got to keep my game face on. But, uh...truth is, I’m not handling it very well. I feel like I have this— [Gordon: Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me, there’s plenty out there needs killing, and this will help you do it. Dean, it’s not a crime to need your job.] (18:32)

[Gordon: It’s all black-and-white. There’s no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.] Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but, uh. [Doesn’t seem like your brother’s much like us. I’m not saying he’s wrong, just different. You and me, we were born to do this. It’s in our blood.] (20:22)

[Sam: You know what? You slap on this big smile, but I can see right through it, ‘cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to.] (27:47)

[Gordon: You’re not like your brother. You’re a killer, like me.] (37:08)

I wish we never took this job. It just jacked everything up. [Sam: What do you mean?] Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives. [Okay.] What if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing. You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us. [Dean, after what happened to Mom...Dad did the best he could.] I know he did. But maybe he wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things—and man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. [You didn’t kill Lenore.] No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all. (40:20)

Sam—

[Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy!] He's the only one that gets to call me that. (15:05)

4. CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Dean—

Going to visit Mom’s grave? She doesn’t even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire. [Sam: She has a headstone.] Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we’ve never even met. So you wanna go pay resects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on. [Dean, that’s not the point.] Well, them enlighten me, Sam. [It’s not about a body or a casket. It’s about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do.] It’s irrational, is what it is. [Look, man, no one asked you to come.] Why don’t we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven’t heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son-of-a-bitch down. [That’s a good idea! You should! Just drop me off, I’ll hitch a ride, and I’ll meet you there tomorrow.] Right. Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No thanks. (02:48)

[Sam: Look, maybe you’re imagining a hunt where there isn’t one, so you don’t have to think about Mom, or Dad. You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it’ll make you feel better.] I don’t need this crap. [Dean, where are you going?] I’m gonna go get a drink. Alone. (09:59)

Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right? [Sam: Dean.] [Dr. Mason: What are you talking about?] What’s dead should stay dead! (20:51)

[Sam: Dean, I don’t scare easy, but, man, you’re scaring the crap out of me.] Don’t be overdramatic, Sam. [You’re lucky this turned out to be a real case, ‘cause if it wasn’t, you would’ve just found something else to kill. You’re on edge, you’re erratic, except for when you’re hunting, ‘cause then you’re downright scary. You’re tailspinning, man! And you refuse to talk about it, and you won’t let me help you.] I can take care of myself, thanks. [No, you can’t! And you know what? You’re the only one who thinks you should have to. You don’t have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can.] (21:44)

I’m sorry. [Sam: For what?] The way I’ve been acting. And for Dad. Well, he was your dad, too. It’s my fault that he’s gone. [What are you talking about?] I know you’ve been thinking it. So have I. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad’s dead and the Colt’s gone. [Dean....] You can’t tell me there’s not a connection there. I don’t know how the demon was involved, I don’t know how the whole thing went down exactly, but Dad’s dead because of me, and that much I do know. [We don’t know that, not for sure.] Sam, you and Dad, you’re the most important people in my life. And now...I never should’ve come back, Sam, it wasn’t natural, and now look what’s come of it. I was dead, and I should’ve stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright? (38:56)

Sam—

[Dean: Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.] She has a headstone. [Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.] Dean, that's not the point. [Well, then, enlighten me, Sam.] It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do. (02:48)

You're tailspinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it, and you won't let me help you. [Dean: I can take care of myself, thanks.] No, you can't! And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can. [Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time, I swear—] Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm gonna lose you, too? (21:44)

5. SIMON SAID

Dean—

You know, one day I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn’t have to microwave at a minimart. (18:03)

[Sam: You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You’re just as scared of this as I am.] That was mind control! It’s like—it’s like being roofied, man. That doesn’t count. [What?] No, I—I’m calling do-over. [What are you, 7?] Doesn’t matter. Look, we just gotta keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it. (36:06)

Sam—

[Dean: There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if—if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?] So I'm a freak now? [You've always been a freak.] (04:14)

Demon came to them when they were kids. Now they're killing people. [Dean: We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay? Could be innocent.] My visions haven't been wrong yet! [What's your point?] My point is, I'm one of them. [No, you're not.] Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me. [Yeah?] Yeah, maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be— [Killers?] Yeah. [So the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds, is that it? Oh, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones!] No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things. [Those things were asking for it. There's a difference.] (10:47)

Looks like I was right. [Dean: About what?] Andy. He's a killer after all. [No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life. He saved my life.] Bottom line, last night he wasted somebody. [Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just—he was pushed into that.] Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. [What's your point, Sam?] Right circumstances, everyone is capable of murder. Everyone. (35:28)

6. NO EXIT

Dean—

[Jo: You know, I’ve had it up to here with your crap.] Excuse me? [Your chauvinist crap. You think women can’t do the job.] Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t. You got no experience! What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barfly has put in your head. [And now you sound like my mother.] Oh, and that’s a bad thing? (09:56)

Jo, you got options. No on in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young. I wish I could do something else. [Jo: You love the job.] Yeah, but I’m a little twisted. [You don’t think I’m a little twisted, too?] Jo, you got a mother that worries about you, who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don’t throw things like that away. They might be hard to find later. (10:24)

[Jo: What do you remember about your dad? I mean, what’s the first thing that pops into your head? Come on, tell me.] I was 6 or 7, and uh...he took me shooting for the first time. Bottles on a fence—that kind of things. I bull’s-eyed every one of them. And he would smile, like...I don’t know. [He must have been proud.] (16:13)

Sam—

Is this job as glamorous as you thought it would be? [Jo: Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. But that Theresa girl’s gonna live a life ‘cause of us. It’s worth it, isn’t it?] Yeah. Yeah, it is. (36:00)

Misc—

Ellen: I am your mother! I don't have to be reasonable! (03:06)

7. THE USUAL SUSPECTS

Dean—

My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. (21:59)

[Sam: Nice lady.] Yeah, for a cop. (41:19)

Sam—

[Diana: Then about a year ago, there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality—Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid—left behind everything.] I needed some time off...to deal. So I’m taking a road trip with my brother. (03:49)

[Dean: What do you think, Scully?] I’m not Scully, you’re Scully. [No, I’m Mulder. You’re a red-headed woman.] (06:35)

8. CROSSROAD BLUES

Dean—

[Sam: We got to find out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.] Great. So we got to clean up these people’s mess for them? I mean, they’re not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play “Let’s Make a Deal.” [So what, we should just leave them to die?] Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in to try to save them? [Dean.] Alright. Fine. (14:44)

[Demon: You’d sacrifice your life for someone else’s. Like father, like son. (29:01) 

[Demon: I’m not gonna put you out of your misery.] Yeah? Why not? [’Cause your misery is the whole point. It’s too much to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul—I mean, that’s got to hurt. He’s all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, “I can’t do this anymore.” You’re all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it’s all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could’ve given you what you need.] What do I need? [Your father.] (30:36)

How could he do it? [Sam: He did it for you.] Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? (38:14)

Sam—

How many people do you think Dad saved total? [Dean: That's not the point, Sam.] Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, Dean. Now we're still here, man, so we got to keep going. For him. (38:48)

Misc—

George: Listen, I get that you boys want to help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got to lie down in it. (17:38)

9. CROATOAN

Dean—

Hey, look, man, I’m not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that. [Sam: It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point.] What does that buy us? [A clear conscience, for one.] Well, it's too late for that. [What the hell has happened to you?] What? [You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care. You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what, you're acting like one of those things out there.] (25:40)

[Sam: Go with them. This is your only chance.] Ah, you're not gonna get rid of me that easy. (31:17)

[Sam: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.] No—[No, you can keep going.] Who says I want to? [What?] I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it. [So what, so you're just gonna give up? I mean, you're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad had—] You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure— [Then what is it about?] (32:54)

I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we got to get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit? [Why are you saying all this? No no no no no, Dean. You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit.] I can't. I promised. [Who?] Dad. (39:23)

Sam—

[Dean: Hey, look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that.] It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point. [What does that buy us?] A clear conscience, for one. (25:40)

You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit. (39:38)

10. HUNTED

Dean—

He said that he...wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you. [Sam: He told you that a million times.] Well, this time was different. He said that I had to...save you. [Save me from what?] He just said that I had to save you, and nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd.... [You'd what, Dean?] I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy. (04:10)

[Sam: How could you not have told me this?] Because it was Dad and he begged me not to. [Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!] You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day! (05:05)

And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay? [Sam: Forget it.] Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here. Please, please. (06:12)

Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid. [Ellen: They say you can't protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that. What else is family for?] (17:27)

Come on, man. I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn. [Gordon: Maybe you're right, but one day, he's gonna be a monster.] How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster? [Beats me, but he will.] No, you don't know that! [I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this.] (29:15)

[Gordon: Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you. But here's the thing. It would've wrecked him, but your dad, if it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. So you're telling me, you're not the man he is?] (30:24)

Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck. [Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you're meant to do.] Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap. (39:00)

[Sam: You can't run from this, and you can't protect me.] I can try. (39:27)

Sam—

[Dean: He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.] Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? [I don't know.] I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right? I mean, did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something? What else did he say, Dean? [That's it, I swear.] How could you not have told me this? [Because it was Dad and he begged me not to.] Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me! (04:46)

[Ellen: I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam, none of it is.] (10:27)

[Gordon: You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? 'Cause your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint.] Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so sure. (33:46)

[Gordon: You're no better than the filthy things you hunt.] *They tussle, Sam points a gun at him.* [Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.] It's Sam. (34:22)

I'm not gonna just ditch the job. (39:00)

[Dean: Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap.] You mean you don't believe in my destiny. [Whatever.] Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this, and you can't protect me. [I can try.] Thanks for that. Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever's coming, I'm taking it head on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around. (39:13)

11. PLAYTHINGS

Dean—

[Sam: We gotta save as many people as we can.] Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you. (05:16)

[Sam: I need you to watch out for me.] Yeah, I always do. [No no no no, you have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me.] Sam.... [Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to.] Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids. [No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies.] Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down. [No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise.] Don't ask that of me. (16:18)

[Sherwin: Well, would you be [happy], leaving the only home you ever knew?] I don't know. I never really knew one. (19:06)

Sam—

I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out. [Dean: You did?] Yeah. You seem surprised. [Yeah, it's just, you know. Not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?] What way is that? [Just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows. I'll shut up now.] (04:27)

So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not gonna let other people die, either. We gotta save as many people as we can. (05:09)

That guy who hung himself...I couldn't save him. [Dean: What are you talking about? You didn't know. You couldn't have done anything.] That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava, too. [Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that.] No, Dean, you don't understand, alright? The more people I save, the more I can change. [Change what?] My destiny, Dean. (15:46)

I need you to watch out for me. [Dean: Yeah, I always do.] No no no no, you have to watch out for me, alright? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me. [Dean: Sam....] Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to. [Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.] No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies. [Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down.] No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise. [Don't ask that of me.] Dean, please. You have to promise me. [I promise.] Thanks. Thank you. (16:18)

12. NIGHTSHIFTER

Dean—

Freaking cops. [Sam: They were just doing their job.] No, they’re doing our job, only they don’t know it, so they suck at it. (03:36)

[Henriksen: I know about your dad.] You don't know crap about my dad. [Ex-Marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of wacko he was— white supremist, Timmy McVeigh, tomato, tomahto.] You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero. [Yeah, right. Sure sounds like it.] (31:18)

Sam—

[Dean: When you told that poor son of a bitch to—what did you say?—”remand” the tapes that he copied? “Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation”? That’s messed up.] What, are you pissed at me? [No, I just think it’s a little creepy how good of a Fed you are.] (08:51)

Better to stay in the dark and stay alive. (08:51)

13. HOUSES OF THE HOLY

Dean—

Odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so. [Sam: Why not?] 'Cause there's no such thing, Sam. [Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.] Hey, you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows outta their ass. [Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?] That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's some legends that you just file under “bullcrap.” [And you got angels on the ”bullcrap” list.] Yep. [Why?] 'Cause I've never seen one. [So what?] So I believe in what I can see. [Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.] Exactly. With our own eyes—that's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would've crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? (06:17)

You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's—hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me. [You never told me that.] What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power. There's no God. I mean, there's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any? (23:09)

Sam—

[Dean: What's next? Are you gonna start praying everyday?] I do. [What?] I do pray every day. I have for a long time. (19:50)

I wanted to believe. So badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do, all alone, you know? There's so much evil out in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up.... [Dean: Yeah, well, don't worry about that, alright? I'm watching out for you.] Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else watching, too, you know? Some higher power, some greater good. And maybe.... [Maybe what?] Maybe I could be saved. But, you know, that just clouded my judgement. And you're right. I mean, we got to go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes. (37:54)

14. BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

Dean—

[Meg!Sam: Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?] I don't know, all right? But you're...you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with. (02:51)

Sam, go wait in the car. [Meg!Sam: But, Dean—] Go wait in the car! (06:40)

What's going on with you, Sam, hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean that sounds more like me than you. (07:51)

You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe. [Meg!Sam: I know.] I can't. I'd rather die. [No. You'll live.] (15:53)

[Meg!Sam: What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?] (25:53)

This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be. (31:28)

[Meg!Sam: Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach. (34:13)

[Meg!Sam: All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow, like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad, and deep down, you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.] (37:21)

[Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.] It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you. [Yeah, this time. What about next time?] Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you. (41:01)

Sam—

For the last few weeks, I've been having...I've been having these feelings. [Dean: What feelings?] Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. [You never told me this.] I didn't want to scare you. (13:52)

[Dean: No one can control you but you.] Sure doesn't seem like that, Dean. It feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely, I'm—I'm just becoming— [What?] Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean, I got to face up to who I am. (14:29)

I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you. [Dean: You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it.] No. I can't. Not forever. (15:16)

My head feels like it's on fire, alright? (25:21)

Misc: 

Meg: Hell is like, uh...well, it's like hell. Even for demons. It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. (36:42)

15. TALL TALES

Dean—

[Bobby: Come on, now, you're bickering like an old married couple.] No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins. [Sam: It's conjoined twins.] See what I mean? [Look, it...we've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that.] (11:19) 

[Sam: Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.] What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around. [Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge?] What's wrong with my food? [It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!] I like it. [And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!] You done? [You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?] It'd be the last thing you ever did. (21:15)

Sam—

Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you. [What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around.] Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge? [What's wrong with my food?] It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism! [I like it.] And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff! (21:15)

16. ROADKILL

Dean—

You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house. (16:14)

Me? I don't like [spirits]. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em. (20:08)

[Molly: Oh, thank God.] Call me Dean. (28:46)

Sam—

Spirits like Greeley are, uh...like wounded animals. Lost, in so much pain, that they lash out. [Molly: Why? Why are they here?] Well, there's some part of them that...that's keeping them here, like their remains, or um...unfinished business. [Unfinished business....] Yeah, uh, could be revenge. Could be love. Or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped, caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over. [You sound almost sorry for them.] Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good, just...something happened to them. Something they couldn't control. (18:52)

[Dean: You think she's really going to a better place?] I hope so. [I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?] Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point. (38:23)

17. HEART

Dean—

[Sam: Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?] I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids. (04:39)

[Sam: You go. I'll stay.] Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick. [Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?] 'Cause I'm older. [No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way.] *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* [Dean, always with the scissors!] Shut up, shut up. Two out of three. *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* God! [Bundle up out there, all right?] (11:11]

Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it. [Sam: She asked me to.] You don't have to. (38:56)

Sam—

I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening. [Dean: Sam, she's a monster and you're feeling sorry for her?] Maybe I understand her. (21:26)

18. HOLLYWOOD BABYLON

Dean—

[Sam: You know, I thought you hated being a PA.] I don’t know, it’s not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It’s good. (19:22)

Hey, we got to go check out Johnny Ramone’s grave when we’re gone here. [Sam: You want to go dig him up, too?] Bite your tongue, heathen! (23:25)

[Marty: He wrote a wackjob screenplay. There’s no pace, there’s no love interest. It’s all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, 90 percent of it to make it readable, another 10 percent to make it good.] ...Should have kept Walter’s original script. It’s actually pretty good. (31:15)

Sam—

[Dean: I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with Madison, you could use a little R&R, that’s all.] Maybe I want to work, Dean. Maybe it keeps my mind off things. (05:38)

19. FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

Dean—

Innocent people are dead—four, so far. [Sam: Yeah, innocent.] What, are you from Texas all of a sudden? Just 'cause these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die. And if we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die. We do the job wherever it takes us. (11:30)

[Sam: You're doing this for Deacon?] Damn right. [We barely even know the guy.] We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him. [Yeah, all right, but don't you think he's asking a little much?] Doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to to you. (11:47)

[Sam: Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?] No, not really. (28:07)

Sam—

I hate this plan, Dean. [Dean: yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it.] (05:12)

This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we’ve ever done, and that’s in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy. (10:58)

20. WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

Dean—

When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed? [Mary: Dean, I don't understand—] Just answer the question. [I told you angels were watching over you.] (07:05)

Who'd have thought, Baby? We're civilians. (11:42)

That lawn looks like it could use some mowing. [Mary: You want to mow the lawn?] You kidding me? I'd love to mow the lawn. [Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life.] (13:08)

[Sam: I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.] I'm just happy for you, Sammy. [Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call me “Sammy?” Dean, come on. We don't talk outside of holidays.] We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you're my brother. [”You're my brother?”] Yeah! [You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.] Who? [My prom date, on prom night.] Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey, man, I'm sorry about all that. [No, look, it's all right, man, I just...you know, I'm not asking you to change, I just.... I don't know, I guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?] Wait, whoa whoa whoa, yes we do. Yes we do. [What?] Hunting. [Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.] Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it. (17:51)

I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone. [Carmen: Okay. What's gotten into you lately?] This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you...but I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't want to waste it. (19:58)

And there's this woman that's haunting me, I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is—not yet, anyway. It's like my old life is coming after me or something, you know, like it doesn't want me to be happy. Of course, I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball, but you'd say, "Go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness or all those people's lives, no contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? (23:14)

I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it. (26:07)

[Djinn!Sam: Why'd you have to keep digging? Why couldn't you have left well-enough alone? You were happy.] [Djinn!Mary: Put the knife down, honey.] You're not real. None of it is. [It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had.] What? [It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home.] I'll die. The djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple days. [But in here, with us, it'll feel like years, like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain, no more fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.] [Djinn!Jessica: You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full life.] [Djinn!Carmen: We can have a future together, have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please.] [Djinn!Sam: Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife.] I'm sorry. (34:47)

I gotta tell you, though, man, you know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids. [Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.] I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad....all I can—all I can think about it how much this job has cost us. We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much. (40:43)

Sam—

[Dean: Get out of the car.] I'm going with you. [You're just gonna slow me down.] Tough. [This is dangerous and you could get hurt.] Yeah, and so could you, Dean. [Sam—] Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone, and that's that. [I don't understand, why are you doing this?] Because you're still my brother. [Bitch.] What are you calling me a bitch for? [You're supposed to say jerk.] What? [Nevermind.] (27:07)

Well, I'm glad we do [get along]. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't have had the strength. They would've just stayed. (40:25)

[Dean: We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much.] But people are alive because of you, Dean. It's worth it, it is. It's not fair, and, you know, it hurts like hell, but it's worth it. (41:24)

21. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART I

Dean—

I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. (39:32)

Sam—

[Jake: By the way, I, uh, appreciate what you're doing here.] What am I doing? [Keeping calm, keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you really are. I've been in some deep crap before myself. I know the look.] Want to know the truth? I got this brother, right? And he's always telling me how he's gonna watch out for me, how everything's gonna be okay, you know, kinda like I've been telling them. [Yeah.] I don't know if I believe it this time. (22:56)

22. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART II

Dean—

[Bobby: Don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?] No. [We could maybe....] What? Torch his corpse? Not yet. [I want you to come with me.] I'm not going anywhere. [Dean, please.] Would you cut me some slack? [I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help. Something big is going down—end-of-the-world big!] Well, then let it end! [You don't mean that.] You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. (02:16)

You know, when we were little, when you couldn't have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom, why do we always have to move around, where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I have one job—I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too? How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. What am I supposed to do? (06:27)

That's the same deal you give everybody else. [Demon: You're not everybody else. Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway.] (11:08)

You almost died in there. I mean, what would I have.... You just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit. (16:37)

Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right? (19:00)

[Bobby: What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad—you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.] (19:18)

Dad brought me back, Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? It's like my life can mean something. [Bobby: What? And it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?] I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother. [How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?] You can't tell him. You take a shot at me, whatever you gotta do, but please don't tell him. (19:27)

[Azazel: You saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back is 100% pure Sam? You of all people should know that's what dead should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.] (32:23)

[Sam: You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?] Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job. (38:45)

Sam—

I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean... our whole lives, everything... has been prepping for this, and now I...I kind of don't know what to say. (36:35)

[Dean: I had to look out for you. That's my job.] And what do you think my job is? [What?] You saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change. (38:57)

[hyungwonmyheart]

The First Rodeo

Group: Monsta X Pairing: Chae Hyungwon/Female Reader + OT7 Monsta X Words: 7,562 Tags: how tf do I even tag this smut, so much smut, alcohol use, exhibitionism, oral (female & male receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, anal teasing, dirty talk, handjobs, cumplay, group sex, orgy, (if there’s anything else you find for me to include in the tags, just let me know and I’ll add it! thanks!) Summary: A collection of Firsts experiences with your new boyfriend, Hyungwon. It’s revealed to you that he and the members of Monsta X have nights where they explore their wild sides--by having sex with their lover in front of the others. There were rules set in place to protect and reassure everyone involved. At first, you were hesitant, but you soon agreed to being the center of attention for the night. The evening turns into a first for everyone... A/N: This has been in the works for about eight months. I’m so glad to have finally gotten the drive to finish it, but I actually came up with an idea for a sequel, so...it may continue! For now, I hope you enjoy this! I worked so hard on it!!!

The first time you were intimate with Hyungwon, everything was perfect. Well, even through the clumsy unbuttoning, brief clashing of teeth, and shaky hands tearing open the condom wrapper...it was all perfect.

Because it was with Hyungwon.

And that was all that mattered.

•••••

The first time you met the rest of his group, it was established that you were Hyungwon’s girlfriend. There was the initial teasing banter of friends, but overall, they were all pleasant and full of smiles.

Changkyun and Jooheon were constantly cracking jokes that made you feel welcome. Minhyuk and Kihyun always doted on you, telling you how cute you looked, which surprisingly never seemed to bother Hyungwon much. Hoseok and Hyunwoo were brotherly types, the kind that were sweeter than sugar who could also kick ass if need be. Everyone was so amiable, you were almost taken aback by that.

Being the girlfriend to an idol, you were never to mention him outside the confines of the entertainment company. Your friends couldn’t know you were with him, your family couldn’t know, pretty much no one could. You began to alienate yourself from others just to be with Hyungwon. That was how you became such good friends with the other members.

Which was fine because you were with Hyungwon.

And that was all that mattered.

•••••

The first time Hyungwon was allowed to stay the night at your apartment, you laid in bed talking for hours. Your relationship was still relatively new; you were learning things about one another and enjoying every moment of it.

You’d already gone off on tangents of funny dreams, favorite memories, and future aspirations. You decided to yourself that you would be the brave one to dig into his hidden desires. “What...is your wildest fantasy?” You asked.

Hyungwon was fiddling with your fingers before he eventually entwined them with his. A flirtatious smile came to his lips as he looked at you the best he could through the darkness. He almost seemed hesitant to answer before he gibed, “My face was already buried between your legs. What else could I ask for?” He hardly was able to get a laugh out before you playfully smacked his arm.

“I’m serious!” You pouted, covering your face with your hands.

“I don’t know!!!” He kept laughing, leaning over to nuzzle your hands with his head. “I’m not sure. Tell me yours while I think about it…”

Now that the tables had turned, you weren’t sure you liked this subject. “Nevermind.” You tried to flip over onto your side, but he held you firmly in place.

“C’mon. You asked me. You should’ve been ready to spill.” Hyungwon’s hands crept awfully close to your ticklish spots, ones you warned him to stay away from. “What’s lurking in your beautiful mind that you wouldn’t even type it into a porn search bar?” His fingertips grazed your skin.

You grabbed his hands and whimpered, “Fine! I’ll tell you, just stop!” You shoved his hands away.

Chuckling, Hyungwon propped an arm up and rested his head on it to watch you with amusement. “Then, go on.”

Staring at the ceiling, you racked your brain for what could be considered wild. “Well, uh,” you started slowly. Glancing over at his expectant expression, you sighed and nibbled on your bottom lip. “I guess...I’ve always been intrigued with the thought of...being out in public and doing dirty things...Some place with the thrill of being watched or caught…”

Hyungwon was silent. So quiet that you thought he may have stopped breathing. You were almost about to ask if he was okay when he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “Being watched is a huge fantasy for me too,” he finally explained. “Well, more along the lines of exhibitionism.”

Your eyes widened. You had never really put that word together with your fantasy, but you guessed it was along the same lines of what he was thinking.

“Would you ever want to do something like that?”

Goosebumps popped up in a trail upon your skin as his hot breath swept over your shoulder. You could never be seen in public with Hyungwon, so you wondered just how this fantasy could ever be anything more. “I-I don’t think we could--”

“What if,” he said, sitting up to look at you, “I told you there was somewhere we could explore our desires without really getting in trouble?” Gently taking one of your hands in his, he lifted it to his lips.

It was hard not to feel wary of his question. “What do you mean?”

He gazed at you, and even in the darkness you could see he was choosing his next words carefully. “Would you be interested in having sex in front of anyone?”

Your hand tensed in his. “W-What?” You stammered.

“Would you ever want to have sex in front of anyone else?” He reworded the inquiry a bit, but the intent was the same.

“Like, in the same room? With them watching?” Your voice was meek.

“Yeah!”

His enthusiasm had you curious. “What’s the catch?”

Hyungwon laughed and your heart pounded at how cute it was. “No catch. We’d just be doing it in front of the guys.” The words were so casual, but grew strange as they replayed in your mind.

You wondered if you heard him right. “The guys?”

“Yep, everyone! We could make a night of it.” Hyungwon’s lush lips pecked along your chest down to your naval before he slipped under the blankets.

You moaned as his tongue found your warmth and lazily licked your clit; long and drawn out laps to savor your taste. You sighed, spreading your legs for him. Lifting the covers up, you stared down at him with an overwhelming desire to have him inside of you again. You could’ve smacked yourself when you realized what he was saying just seconds before. “How is that even okay?” You whined, forcing your head to stay up.

He watched you carefully. “Can I be honest with you?” He asked while easing a finger into you.

You gasped. Your eyes almost fluttered shut, but you reminded yourself that this was an important conversation, regardless of how good you felt. “Yes…” It sounded more of a desperate plea than anything.

“We’ve done it before. Well, mostly Changkyun with his slew of girls ready for a good time. A few others have too, but rest assured, I haven’t and I’ve never wanted to until I met you.”

Your face heated up the more he spoke. You opened your mouth to retort until he cut you off.

“I-I mean, I don’t date very much, and you’re the girl I want to show off--the girl I want to prove is mine in front of my best friends. Please? Can we do it?”

You let your head fall against the pillow and took a deep breath. How could he expect you to be as nonchalant as him when it came to having sex in front of all of his friends? This was something they had done before, which meant Hyungwon had watched other people have sex. Your face flushed, wondering what it was like. You cursed yourself for that thought.

When a minute went by without an answer from you, Hyungwon slipped another finger into your heat. He leisurely thrust them, pulling the blankets away from his head so he could make out your figure in the dark. “We have rules…if that makes any difference.”

You stifled a moan, refusing to look at him. “Yeah? Like what?” You scoffed, clearly trying to appear aloof.

He smirked, getting a sneaking suspicion that you were actually enticed after all. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. “No speaking, unless it’s agreed upon...” His lips parted to nibble at the same spot, only satisfied once you covered your mouth to keep from moaning again. “No touching, even themselves, unless told to do so...” He curled his fingers within you, beginning to tantalizingly rub your sweet spot. “...And no one speaks about it afterward, unless we start the conversation.”

Curling your toes and tensing your muscles hardly did much to quell your legs from shaking. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gain the upper hand, but it was hard when he had one working its fingers in you.

Feeling you stiffen made Hyungwon sigh and pause his movements. “Hey.”

Five deep inhales and exhales. Your eyes opened and took their time finding his.

“Look, we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He pulled his fingers out of you and crawled up to rest between your legs. “Before you, I got pent up...we all did...so, it’s been a means to get some kind of release.” He rested his forehead against yours. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you into it, okay?”

You nodded, running your fingers along his stomach and up to his shoulders. It wasn’t like you were completely against the suggestion. In actuality, it sounded like it could be fun, considering it was a safe place to explore some kinks. A coy answer left your mouth. “...Let me think about it?”

Three days passed before you concluded you would go along with the exhibitionism because it was with Hyungwon.

That was all that mattered.

Right?

•••••

The first time you entered the house they used as a little getaway, you didn’t ask questions. Someone shelled out the money for this place, and you wanted to remain oblivious as to whom it was. The place was private with a little fenced-in yard a decent distance from the neighbors. Ideal for staying under the radar. They never travelled there in more than pairs.

It was around five o’clock in the evening, and you were the first to arrive with Hyungwon. He seemed too relaxed as he unlocked the door, too comfortable walking into this house, whereas you were shaking while stepping through the threshold. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you tried to control your nerves, as well as fight off the cold. You didn’t know what to expect, so you had made the decision to wear a hoodie and jeans with only skimpy lingerie underneath. You were overthinking everything, even though you were constantly reminding yourself to relax.

“Here’s our little home away from home,” Hyungwon joked, turning to look at you and finding you frowning. He closed the door once you entered, and his face was stricken with concern. “Hey, are you okay?”

You nodded, but ended up shrugging your shoulders. “Just anxious, I guess,” you replied.

Your boyfriend’s brow furrowed even more. “We don’t have to do this, you know,” he said, reaching a hand over to gently squeeze your forearm.

It had been almost a month since your first discussion about doing this, and it took this long to finally get a day off where everyone could meet. Not to mention, it was a month of you getting wet just thinking about doing this. Now that the day had arrived, you didn’t want to back out. “I want to,” you reassured Hyungwon, giving him a smile.

He leaned over to press a kiss on your forehead. “It’s going to be fun!” He declared. He took your overnight bag and showed you to the room you’d be staying in. “There are three bedrooms in the house, so we usually just share beds or sleep on the couches. We’ll be in our own room though.”

You were taken aback at the size of the room when you walked in. There was an array of chairs lined along the walls of the room (and not much else), all facing the king-sized bed in the center. You sat on the edge of the bed and shifted your gaze from seat to seat, imagining the men you had become friends with inhabiting those chairs. They would be watching you, taking in your naked body while Hyungwon was taking you. You swallowed thickly, not even realizing you were aroused already until Hyungwon started laughing.

“What’s with that look?” He asked.

The knowing expression he was giving you made you huff. “What look?!”

“You’re clearly fixated on the chairs,” he teased, strolling over to you. He leaned you back onto the bed. “Are you getting excited?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled, meeting his eyes.

He grinned at that response and immediately pulled you into a kiss.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t start yet! We’re not even all here!” Changkyun was standing in the bedroom doorway, blatantly scowling at the two of you.

Hyungwon glared at Changkyun over his shoulder. “You’ve never heard of a warm-up?” He quipped.

“No need for a warm-up since I’m always ready to go.”

“Is that something to be boasting about?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I have a limp dick to work with. Wait...do you?!”

“Shut the hell up!” Hyungwon snapped.

“I-I think he was talking about me,” you cut in. “I...need the warm-up.”

The two were silent and you felt embarrassment surging through your being.

Changkyun gave you a smile, completely void of any mockery. “I get it. I’ll give you some space.” With that, he disappeared to the front of the house.

You turned and buried your face into the blankets.

Hyungwon rested on the bed, watching you with amusement. “You’re so cute,” he cooed, patting your head.

You pouted, refusing to look at him.

He chuckled. “Look, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said, hitting the nail on the head. “I love you. I wouldn’t put you into a situation that would endanger you or your reputation among the guys. Okay?”

Peeking at him with one wide eye, you softly said, “You love me?”

He couldn’t hold back the smile on his lips. “I do…”

You inched over to him, bringing him into a big hug. “I love you, too. Give me a little time to mentally prepare myself and I should be fine,” you told him. The passionate kiss that followed made Hyungwon pull away after a minute or so, adjusting the tightness of his jeans. You had to laugh. A part of you may be nervous, but the other part really couldn’t wait to show the others how much you loved this guy by rocking his world while they watched.

You heard Jooheon and Minhyuk’s voices chattering with Changkyun. It wasn't long until Hyunwoo and Hoseok showed up, and then Kihyun being fashionably late. You wandered out to greet the others with Hyungwon. They were all full of smiles and laughs, though you could tell the atmosphere in the room was different, especially with the way their eyes lingered on you, the couple of the night.

Seven o’clock rolled around, and once everyone had been drinking it was unanimous to get the evening really started. Two very strong mojitos later (thanks to Kihyun being a surprisingly good bartender), and you had loosened up. You were right there with them.

“What are the rules tonight?” Hyunwoo asked, looking between you and Hyungwon. He raised a whiskey glass to his lips.

Hyungwon spared a glance to you where he was met with a smile. “Let’s keep with the basics,” he started, returning his gaze to everyone else, “No talking, no touching of us or yourselves, and you’ve got to stay fully clothed. But who knows, if we’re feeling generous any of those could change.”

Jooheon and Changkyun let out small sighs of protest around the ‘no touching yourselves’ remark, but didn’t complain more than that. You assumed this had been worked out in the past that rules were rules. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Your eyes drifted from man to man, only to be met with the same curious expression. What exactly was under their clothes?

You were jolted out of your thoughts when Kihyun clapped a hand on Hyungwon’s shoulder. “If you guys want to take a minute to get ready, you can--”

“I’m ready now,” you declared. You felt all of their eyes on you as blood rushed to your face.

Hyungwon smiled at your enthusiasm. He stood and offered his hand to you. “Then, let’s go.”

You slipped your hand into his and let him guide you to the bedroom.

The others followed, and they were surprisingly quiet. They all grabbed a chair from the walls and moved them closer to the bed, surrounding it. Minhyuk was nearest to the nightstand and turned on the lamp atop it. Kihyun did the same to the stand on the other side. You were taken off guard when a light came on overhead, one that was centered on the bed and perfect for a spotlight. You couldn’t help thinking, Wow, they’ve really gone all out for this…

Propping yourself on the edge of the bed, you gave the men one more fleeting look until Hyungwon grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “This is about you and me, okay?”

You nodded timidly.

Hyungwon broke into a sweet smile. “I love you, baby,” he soothed.

You took a deep breath and felt more relieved. Hearing him say that in front of his friends only solidified how strongly you felt for one another. “I love you, too,” you answered, placing a hand on the arm holding your chin in place.

Leaning down, he brought you into a tender kiss. It was only seconds before both of you started scooting back onto the bed. The silence was almost overwhelming. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You reminded yourself to get lost with the moment because the less you were in your head, the better.

You tugged at Hyungwon’s shirt and made quick work of discarding it and unzipping his pants. When he nipped away from your lips, you questioned him with your gaze.

“Get up,” he said.

You maneuvered yourself onto your knees, though remained quiet and curious as he kneeled behind you with his chest to your back. From this position, you could see the faces of all the men watching you. The mojito buzz was definitely helping to calm your nerves, but you still felt butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach.

Hyungwon’s hands drifted around your body to dip under your hoodie and slowly pulled it up to reveal your sheer blue bra. The ornate lace design didn’t leave much to the imagination. You could hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice as he made a low comment. “You’ve been walking around all day only wearing this under your hoodie?” His hands cupped your breasts and massaged them.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “I bought it just for tonight…” You quietly replied.

Several sharp intakes of breath were heard around the room. Your eyes met Hoseok’s (as he was sitting directly in front of you) and you looked down to notice the bulge in his lap. Then your eyes flickered over to Changkyun beside him to find he was gripping awfully hard onto the armrests of his chair. Hyungwon pinched your nipples, issuing a soft whine from you.

“So, you’re telling me you bought this sexy bra just for us? You’re very thoughtful,” he teased, now carefully taking your hoodie off. His hands found your jeans’ zipper and started tugging them down your thighs to reveal matching underwear. “And these panties? Wow, we’re so lucky...” Hyungwon’s hot breath tickled your ear before he nibbled at it.

The whimper that left your mouth seemed to have awakened something in Hyungwon. His mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a bruise onto your skin. Meanwhile, one of his hands slipped under your panties and dragged a finger through your folds. His eyes widened, making him lift his mouth enough to say, “You’re soaked...I don’t know if I’ve ever felt you this wet before!” His other fingers joined in on petting your warmth, soft moans escaping your lips. Hyungwon waited until they were drenched before he withdrew his hand from your panties. He held it up in the light just for the others to see how much it glistened.

Your face felt like it was on fire. This was turning you on way more than you had imagined. To your right, you saw Jooheon lick his lips while staring at Hyungwon’s hand. Grabbing his wrist almost in a trance, you brought his hand to your mouth and sucked your juices off his fingers. As you did, you sent a wink Jooheon’s way.

His mouth fell open in hunger.

You held back any sign of amusement, though you were smirking internally at how tight his pants were. You couldn’t believe how aroused these guys were, but that’s when Hyungwon’s words from days ago repeated in your head. They were “pent up”. You suddenly felt so bad that they couldn’t relieve themselves.

Looking over your shoulder, you leaned to Hyungwon’s ear and whispered, “Is it too early to let them touch themselves?”

Hyungwon, who was still reeling from the act of you cleaning his fingers, raised his eyebrows and asked, “Already?” He glanced around. “Isn’t teasing them fun?”

“Well, yeah,” you murmured with a shy smile.

“Then, let’s let them suffer a little more,” he said, a friendly cruelty to his words. He kissed your cheek before his plush lips found yours. His hand went back into your panties.

You moaned on his tongue, sighing at his technique. The way he touched you was enough to have you shaking in his arms. You were soon laid back onto the bed as Hyungwon pulled the rest of your clothes off. It was a reflex to cover your body, but when Hyungwon tsked and shook his head, you put your arms at your sides and tried not to freak out that you were stark naked in front of his friends.

He rested between your legs. His hands glided up from your navel to caress your breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, smiling warmly down at you.

You could feel every ounce of adoration pouring from his fingertips to the words he spoke. You wanted to hide your face again, but instead you took a deep breath to help calm yourself.

Hyungwon loved the bashfulness in your eyes. Turning his head towards Minhyuk, he gave his friend a flirty smile. “Give her a compliment,” he exclaimed.

Minhyuk perked up, clearly excited that he was allowed to speak. “Oh! She has a really sexy voice! I can’t wait to hear her get louder...” He grinned at you when your eyes met.

Your eyes snapped back to Hyungwon. Hearing Minhyuk’s comment only reminded you that there were six men as an audience to something so private. Fuck, you were dripping.

“It’s the sweetest sound in the world,” Hyungwon boasted before he started taking off what remained of his own clothes. You shot a pointed look at him, which only made him laugh. “What? You do! Seriously, if I could listen to one thing for the rest of my life, it would be your voice.”

“How can you say that with such a straight face?!” You burst before you could stop yourself.

“Because it’s the truth!” He mused, supporting himself with a hand on either side of your head. “Now, do you want it with a condom...or would you like to try it raw?”

You stared up at him with wide eyes. You’d never had unprotected sex with him before, but honestly...at this point, in this situation, you told yourself to be a little daring. “Raw,” you finally said, wrapping your legs around his waist. As his hips were brought down, you felt his hardness pressing against your warmth. Having him so close made your body throb in need. “Please, fuck me…” Your voice fell softer and more earnest. “Please.”

Hyungwon’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. His voice dropped as well. “So polite, even in such a situation...I love you.” His hand travelled between you where it gripped his cock, rubbing it at your wet entrance. He groaned as he eased himself in.

You gasped at how little effort it took for himself to bury his entire length within you; you were that wet. You hardly had time to adjust to his cock before he pulled back and thrust into you again. The moan that left your lips carried throughout the room, and you swore you could feel the arousal radiating off of the others.

Hearing you make such a sound only egged Hyungwon on. He pressed an arm under the bend of each of your knees, pressing them back towards you for better room to move within you.

The position had your voice spilling from your lips, mewls of perversion and desperation, especially once he picked up the pace. As his hips bucked against you, your hips met each thrust. You were both moving in such sync that you had almost forgotten you weren’t alone until Hyungwon abruptly stopped. He stared down at you, sweat gathering on his brow, and gave you such a flirty smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, wiping some of the perspiration with the back of his hand.

Your face flushed with heat. “Yeah, but I feel bad that it’s just us enjoying this…” You admitted, though you kept your eyes on him.

Sitting back on his feet, he languidly began to thrust into you, all while his gaze scanned the others in the room. Well, those he could see on either side.

Minhyuk and Kihyun were the main ones in sight, and their eyes lit up at your words.

“I was thinking…” You drifted off before shaking your head. “No, no...that might not be fair.”

“It’s okay, tell me. What might not be fair?” Hyungwon questioned.

You lifted onto your elbows as he leaned down to listen. You whispered something into his ear, which only made a smirk twist on his lips.

“We can do that. They have been well-behaved, after all.” Hyungwon abruptly pulled out of your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing, on display for everyone to see. You sat up, feeling a bit more exposed now that your boyfriend’s body wasn’t on top of yours.

He had his own plans for you.

“You have permission to speak, but still no touching. So, go ahead. Talk to your heart’s content…” Hyungwon announced. He turned to you and smiled, clutching the back of your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss.

You happily mirrored his movements, though were left releasing a pathetic sigh when he parted from you. “Face them and ride me,” he ordered as he propped up some pillows and leaned on them.

Swallowing thickly at the tone of his voice, you obediently turned around and climbed atop his lap. You felt his hands lift your hips, his cock pressing into your entrance before you took him off guard and forcibly sank upon it.

His eyes fluttered as he plunged inside you. The grunt he let out made you smile a bit.

“Look how well she takes his cock, guys,” Changkyun was the first to comment, his eyes glued to where your bodies met until his eyes slowly rose, taking in every inch of you before they locked on yours. “You have such a cute cunt.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to thank him for the compliment, and you were almost grateful when Jooheon piped up until it registered what he said.

“Have you guys tried anal yet?”

You wished you could cover your face, but you knew that wouldn’t fly when you were here to put everything on display. You shook your head, and that was the only demure answer they were going to get.

Hyungwon’s hands drifted from your waist and down to your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of you bouncing atop his long length, as well as your other tight hole. His thumb teased at the hole, gasping quietly when he felt you quiver and clutch onto him in response.

Your movements stuttered to a stop. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched him warily.

He gave you a warm smile. “I was only going to tease it a bit. I won’t put anything in unless you want me to.”

You wet your lips, your mouth beginning to feel a little dry from nerves. You knew Hyungwon would never force you into something you weren’t comfortable with, so you gave him a slight nod before turning back around and resuming. As you took a deep breath, you grinded on his length while his thumb continued to rub against your puckered hole.

Hoseok sat back in his seat a bit more, adjusting his pants so they weren’t quite as tight around the evident bulge within. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” He asked gruffly.

“Tell us in full detail,” Kihyun chimed in. His head was resting against his hand, propped up on the armrest of the chair.

Leaning forward on the bed, your arms shakily supported yourself while you rose and fell on Hyungwon’s cock. The angle was bringing constant moans from your lips. You tried your best to focus and answer. “...It’s different,” you breathed, rotating your hips.

Hyungwon leaned his head on the pillow behind him, groaning at your technique. “Fuck, baby…” His thumb, however, never ceased its teasing. “You’re so tight.”

“That’s because it’s new,” you whimpered.

The finger prodded a bit, not necessarily entering you, but definitely stirring the sensations forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Is it good, though?” Minhyuk questioned, his eyes dancing as he could see Hyungwon’s ministrations on your asshole.

“God, yes,” you finally gave in, grinding further against both the cock and finger pleasuring you.

While he was enjoying the time he was having, Hyungwon couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing you even further onto the bed, you were on all fours as he slipped back into you in one swift movement. His fingers dug dangerously into your hips as he pounded into you.

You nearly choked on a breath, just about screaming at the force he was fucking into your sopping wet pussy.

“You were right, Hyungwon,” Jooheon started, looking from his friend to you with a playful smile. “Her voice is sweet.”

Changkyun leaned forward onto his knees, almost like he enjoyed the strain from his pants on his erection. His eyes were so intent on the scene, he barely even blinked.

“Fuck her harder!” Minhyuk cheered.

You buried your face to moan into the mattress, only to have Hyungwon grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up. “You want it harder, baby?” He asked, his voice soft and loving, much different from his thrusting.

Your bottom lip was drawn between your teeth, and it hurt to nod as he held onto your hair.

Hyungwon chuckled lightly, letting go of the strands to grasp one of your arms. He pinned it behind your back, pressing you down onto the bed as he rammed himself into you again and again.

Clutching onto the blankets, you held on for dear life while every sound you made grew louder and louder.

“Damn, she’s fucking loving it,” said Kihyun, arching his neck a bit to see what he could of your face.

“She really is,” Hoseok agreed.

It built quicker than ever before. There wasn’t even time to announce you were coming until you were convulsing under your boyfriend.

Hyungwon rode through your orgasm, taking deep breaths to keep himself from losing control. “Good girl,” he cooed, letting go of your arm and scattering kisses along your back. “You’re doing so good for us.” Glancing up to the others, he grinned as he looked around the room. His eyes lingered on Hyunwoo. Straightening his posture, he brushed some damp hair from his face and stared the older man down. He was curious. “Is something wrong, Hyunwoo? You’re being awfully quiet, even for you.”

Hyunwoo was silent a while longer. “Nothing’s wrong at all,” he finally reassured him before he lifted his chin and asked, “Could I have permission to come on her, though?” His voice was low and serious, and the others were clearly taken aback by the request.

“That’s a first,” Minhyuk said with astoundment. Hyunwoo had never wanted to cross that line between watching and participating before.

You slowly lifted onto your hands, looking up at the man in front of you. From the look in his eyes, you got the feeling that he wasn’t usually this adamant about such things.

A gentle hand rubbed your shoulder, and you peered around to look at Hyungwon, wanting his opinion. He merely lifted his brows. “What? This is YOUR call, not mine!” He laughed.

Finding Hyunwoo’s stare once again, you felt more flustered than ever before at the thought of what he asked. It wasn’t just Hyungwon who wanted you now. This wouldn’t just be the two of you anymore; it would be welcoming someone else into your show, and honestly? At this point, it was exhilarating to have Hyunwoo a moment away from possibly joining you. It was like a switch flipped on inside of your brain. “Get over here,” you demanded, the sultry tone coursing through the room like wildfire.

The others watched in stunned bewilderment as Hyunwoo stood from his chair and stepped over to the bed. He unzipped his jeans, so snugly fitting his thighs, and exposed his swollen cock.

Your eyes widened. The leader’s size was so impressive that you were speechless.

Hyungwon, on the other hand, wasn’t. “Where do you want to come on her?” He inquired, giving you a few good thrusts.

Your head fell as you stifled a moan.

“On her tits,” Hyunwoo responded. When you looked back up at him, you were greeted by Hyunwoo stroking his hard length, as if gloating from your reaction. “If that’s okay?”

The chill that ran down your spine travelled straight through your warmth, clenching tightly around Hyungwon.

He noticed. As you gave a flirtatious “Yeah,” in reply to Hyunwoo, Hyungwon pulled out of you and helped you onto your back. You were closer to the edge of the bed now, Hyunwoo within range of your chest, and Hyungwon was watching you keenly.

Looking at Hyungwon, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you again. “I need you, baby,” you sighed, running a hand down between your legs to play with your neglected clit.

Hyungwon couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. “Is that so?” He taunted, shoving your hand away to slap his cock upon your sensitive mound.

You cried out, moving your hands to grip onto the blankets. “Yes!”

“What else do you need?” He asked, motioning to Hyunwoo. “You’re being rude to our guest.”

Your face flushed with heat. Remembering the man standing near the bedside, you stared up at him with a pitifully aroused expression. “I need your cum,” you declared, though barely above a whisper.

Hyunwoo smirked, his pace quickening on his dick. “You better ask nicely,” he exclaimed. His hips were twitching a bit, and you could tell he was close.

Hyungwon took the moment to slip inside of you, ramming directly into your sweet spot.

Crying out in pleasure, you wailed, “PLEASE? Please, Hyunwoo! Cover me in your cum!”

Gripping onto your hips, Hyungwon pounded into you while Hyunwoo fervidly pumped along his cock. Your moans almost drowned out Hyunwoo’s as he shot long streams of white upon your breasts, coating your skin. The final spurt landed directly on your chin, making him pause in blissful hesitation. He waited for your reaction.

As your boyfriend’s thrusts slowed, your mind cleared and realized what had happened. You were taking a few deep breaths to recuperate when Hyunwoo reached over to clean the cum off. “Sorry,” he murmured, almost embarrassed. Once he wiped it away, you grasped his wrist and brought his finger to your mouth. You almost put on a show, licking the lewd substance from his hand.

It took a long moment for reality to set back in. Your eyes shot over to your boyfriend, wondering what he had to say about it.

Hyungwon had been watching carefully, and you feared the worst when he shook his head. But then his next words had you tensing around him. “How is it possible for you to be so fucking sexy?” He leaned over you and kissed you with such a fiery passion that you were left breathless when he pulled away.

The other men had been in such shock, watching the entire scene play out, that they hadn’t said a word throughout the ordeal.

Well, until Changkyun opened his big mouth. “Okay, that’s not fair!”

Hearing his objection, you caught your breath and turned to look at him. “What is it, little boy?” You mocked the youngest. Your hands moved to your chest, massaging Hyunwoo’s cum on your skin. “Do you want to come on me, too? Do you want to get me all dirty?”

Hyungwon’s mouth almost dropped, but you could tell by the laugh that followed that he was all for it.

Changkyun flew up from his seat. “Well, yeah, it’s only fair!”

“No, it’d only be fair if you all came on me.”

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

“Can we really?” Jooheon asked, already on the edge of his seat.

“Yes,” you practically begged.

The sounds of chairs moving, pants dropping, and footsteps closing in on the bed surrounded you. You felt the weight shift on the mattress as Minhyuk, Changkyun, and Jooheon climbed on while Hoseok, Kihyun, and Hyunwoo stood beside the bed.

Hoseok brushed your hair back from your face with one hand while the other was leaning near your head. “Can I touch myself now?” He asked politely.

You giggled at his manners and nodded. “All of you can. You can touch me, too, if you want.”

Hyungwon had to slow his movements within you, making you look questioningly at him. His cheek grew bright red. “I’m close...and I don’t wanna come yet,” he admitted. He pulled out with a hiss and rested his aching erection against your warmth.

Minhyuk drifted a tender hand along your thigh, his eyes glued to your wetness. “If you’re taking a break,” he said to Hyungwon, “I would love to help you please her…” He seemed bashful, but the look in his eyes was borderline wild.

You whined at the loss of heat from Hyungwon’s cock, but moaned loudly as it was replaced with his tongue. It dipped into your eager hole, your legs trembling from the sensation. Glancing down, you watched just as Minhyuk’s hand cupped your warmth and his fingers found your clit. You took the moment to look around at all the men, and the sight was glorious. Each stroking their own cocks, all hard and magnificent, while their spare hands found a place to caress on your body.

Jooheon was kneading your breast and pinching at your nipple, and Kihyun was playing with the other. Changkyun had grabbed your hand and guided it down to his cock. He kept his hands firmly over yours, groaning as he thrust into the pressure. Hyunwoo was stimulating his over-sensitive cock and dragging his fingertips in circles on your stomach, as if keeping it simple since he’d already defiled you.

You somewhat hung your head back over the edge of the bed to get a better look at Hoseok gliding his hand over his hard-on. The moans were pouring out of your mouth by this point, never having experienced such bliss before. Hoseok gently slapped his dick against your cheek, his eyes dark and hooded with arousal.

Hyungwon slipped two fingers into your heat, curling them to vigorously flick against that wonderful spot inside you.

Your mouth gaped, your eyes rolling back while your hips fell further into your boyfriend’s touch. The moan of sheer ecstasy that left you must have sent Hoseok over the edge because you felt warmth splashing upon your face. Your cheeks were covered in his cum, but you felt the tip of Hoseok’s cock pulsing against your mouth. You parted your lips just a bit more to suck what remained into your mouth.

Another wave of cum fell onto your arm and breast as Jooheon worked himself to completion.

Kihyun was close to follow, coming all over the other side of your chest.

When Hoseok finally stepped away from your mouth, you came to your senses and gripped harder onto Changkyun’s cock. The youngest groaned loudly, his hips jerking into your touch as he came onto your hand.

You waited for him to finish before bringing it up to lick clean.

Minhyuk leaned down over your body and was now lapping at your clit while Hyungwon continued fingering you. Your chest heaved as you tried not to move too much, not wanting Minhyuk to stop. Hyungwon’s fingers were touching you deeply as always, thrusting so perfectly in a way that had you on the verge of tears.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you started to frantically say, so close to the edge that you could almost touch it…

Until Hyungwon and Minhyuk simultaneously pulled away from your body. You started crying, mewling about how it was “right there” and you “needed it.” Hyungwon heeded your pleas because he spread your legs wide and his cock dove into your tight cunt. His name poured from your lips, but you hadn’t forgotten about poor Minhyuk. As your fingers dug into his leg to urge him closer, he obliged and you wrapped your fingers around his cock, returning the favor he so graciously bestowed upon you. It didn’t take long. He came hard, the first streams flying far enough to land upon your belly and then it leaked onto your hand.

Hyungwon had you to himself again. He hovered over you, not a care in the world about getting himself dirty. When he kissed you, you swore you had never felt so much adoration than in that moment. He bucked into you, digging his fingers into your waist and he wasn’t content until he felt you crumbling under him. Your core spasmed, pulsed, and clung to him, beckoning for him to come within you. And he did with a loud shout of your name. His cum hit your inner walls, and you let him sit within you for a long moment where you just breathed, lost in the euphoria.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness. Hyungwon’s weight was no longer atop you. You felt yourself getting wiped clean. Chairs were scooted back against the walls. Soft voices were all around you, but you hardly stirred until it was only Hyungwon’s voice you could hear.

“Baby, let’s take a shower.”

Your eyes blinked a couple times before fully opening to see his smiling face. You had been moved onto the pillows, but the bed was still a mess.

“But the sheets--” It was the first thing your hazy mind decided to blurt.

Hyungwon chuckled. “Hyunwoo’s bringing in fresh linens for the bed. He volunteered to change them for us.”

You were waking up the more he spoke. “Really?”

“Yeah, he said he would since it was his fault it all got so dirty.”

“...Not just his fault, but he did start it,” you ended up exclaiming with amusement.

Hyungwon helped you out of bed and guided you to the bathroom where he started the shower. After a thorough cleansing, you came out to find the bedding had indeed been changed. You climbed back into bed and snuggled up to Hyungwon.

“Did you have fun?” Hyungwon had to ask.

“Of course I did,” you answered. “It was...crazy and invigorating, but I had a really great time.” The smile that graced your lips at remembering everything only proved you enjoyed yourself. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Has anyone said anything about it?”

Hyungwon shook his head. “Nope. Against the rules.”

“After what just happened? After we almost literally said, ‘fuck the rules’?!”

He snorted. “Yes, we take them seriously.”

A thought occurred to you. “There’s no way they’re going to just forget…”

“Of course not...and it’s not like the couple of the night hasn’t said something the morning after. We can always talk about it if we start the conversation. What are you getting at?”

You draped your arm across his stomach, cuddling into him. “We shouldn’t speak of this night for a long time.” You perked up. “Oooh! Or! Send them Thank You notes or something!”

“You’re evil!” His fingers went to your sides, tickling you relentlessly. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

“What?!” You squealed and tried to crawl away from him. “It was a great time, I just want to thank them for it!”

Hyungwon abruptly stopped and pulled you into a hug. “Okay, fine, we can give them Thank You notes. Mostly just because I want to see the looks on their faces.”

“YES!” You threw your hands up victoriously and you both fell into a fit of laughter. Hyungwon’s lips eventually found yours and silenced you.

That evening had been a whole new experience for you, but you were grateful that, at the end of the night, you were with Hyungwon.

And that was all that mattered.

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Harry Wells X Witch Reader - (Flash) Chapter 4(B):Final

“Good morning everyone!!” Barry turns, smiling. “I would think you’d be at least a little hung over, especially with the night you had.”

Did Harry tell them that you both went out?

“We saw your little show.” Cisco added, turning his phone in your direction. The clip of you singing made your cheeks color. You laughed awkwardly.

“Would you believe it if I said that was my twin sister.” Barry patted your shoulder with a laugh of his own.

“I’m sure it was.” you giggle, heading over to take a seat. The only reason you didn’t have a massive headache right now was thanks to a remedy Macy showed you. You barely remembered much last night, you just got little snippets, all which included Harry. You couldn’t stop yourself from searching for him.

“Where’s grumpy wells?” you asked.

“In his room, I haven't really seen him this morning. He must have had a wild night too.” Cisco snickered. You nod, standing and heading for the room he resided in at Star Labs. You guessed you should be thanking him. He must have been the reason you even made it home last night. When you round the corner, your eyes scan the door. You stopped, knocking before you turned the knob to enter. “Grumpy?”

“Didn’t we agree you’d stop calling me that.” He raised his gaze from the desk, and you entered fully closing the door.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” you snark. Harry turned his chair in your direction, pulling on his glasses. The inquisitive way he studied you made you shift.

“You bounce back quickly, I assume you used some type of spell to help with the migraine.”

“Can’t get anything passed you can I?”

He still just watched you.

“Listen, if I did something weird yesterday I’m sorry.” That must have been the reason for his looks.

“You mean besides getting wasted and singing Meg Thee Stallion’s savage.” your eyes widened.

“I looked it up.” Well, that was embarrassing.

“Yeah…” hopefully that’s all you did.

Harry stood from his chair, striding over to you. Something in your body screamed for you to run. If he got to close, you wouldn’t have the self control to hide your feelings.

“I was evaluating something, you seemed awfully touchy last night, was that only because you were drunk.” you released a breath. “W-Wait I-I...did I come on to you!” you were mortified.

“Don’t look so worried, I’m just glad I was there to stop your little rampage. Who knows what you would have done with a complete stranger if I wasn’t there. “ you frowned at that, and Harry looked, irritated just at the thought.

“I’d never do something like that with a stranger.”

His cold stare wavered.

“I asked you to come with me because I’ve..I’ve been trying so hard to tell you how I feel about you Harrison. But every  time I try to make a move, or get close to you, you just..you run away. “

“I don’t- run aw-”

You closed the space, reaching out and touching his cheek. He stilled.

“I’d understand if you didn’t feel the same, I’d never force you. But looking at you now, I know you feel it too. “ His blue orbs lowered. “You deserve someone else, someone better.”

“I deserve you.” you stated. He returned your look. “I want you.”

Since the moment he met you he felt like he was constantly restraining himself. Now he realized that this attraction was far from one sided. Maybe he knew from the beginning, and that was a ploy to keep him in check. To keep him from gaining happiness. Because for some reason whenever he was happy, he found a way to mess it up.

“You won’t break or hurt me, trust me, I can handle myself.”

Oh, he knew that. You were one of the few people unafraid to put him in his place. You nibbled on your lower lip.

“So are we gonna give this a shot..”

He wanted nothing more.

Leaning in, your hand slipped from his cheek as he pressed his lips to your own. It was tentative, and still a bit unsure. Your head was in the clouds. It wasn’t like this was your first kiss. You’d had relationships before yet, the ones you’d been with felt far different. You supposed most of the guys in your past were just so boyish.

But Harry he was, well he was a man. His hand slid down your arm, moving straight to your waist. He urged your body closer, kisses becoming more insistent and sure. You tried to match his pace, but you were clearing chasing him desperately. Harry smirked against your lips, and a short gasp left you when you felt your back make contact with the wall. You separated momentarily to regain a breath.

“H-How did you..” somehow he managed to corner you into a wall without your knowledge. You barely felt yourself move. When your eyes reconnected, the heat of his stare brought a flush of excitement through your veins. He moved to your ear, leaving a kiss right at the base of your neck, then another behind your ear.

“(Y/N)..”

The whisper of your name has a chill rushing up your spine like a current.

“Last night, you seemed awfully content at the prospect of me saying your name, is that some sort of kink you have?” He was taunting you, that much you knew, didn’t make your face any less red. Especially since he found out. You were still trapped between the wall and his sturdy body. No chance of an escape.

“I-It’s your fault! Why the hell do you say it like that.”

It was childish to blame him, but what else could you do. That cocky smirk didn’t leave his lips. “How do you think I feel whenever you use your magic? Your eyes often change color depending on the spell, very arousing.”

Another onslaught of teasings. You wouldn’t survive. His kisses drifted to your neck, and you let out a soft whimper. He growled. “The last time you made the same sound when I tried to kiss you..” you knew what he was talking about. Cisco had interrupted the moment, which did nothing but give you heated dreams all the days following. You couldn’t help your sounds. Despite being a truly powerful being, Harry was the one with most of it right in this moment.

“Thank you (Y/N).” he breathed into your skin. If anyone should have been thankful it was you.

“Whatever it is, you are so welcome.” you sighed blissfully. He retracted, meeting your lips eagerly.

Jumping through that portal was the best decision you’d ever made.

[purplerose244]

Irrational - Chapter 4: Study

Fourth day of the @spacecampweek, here I come! We’re talking ‘Freckles’! 😍

This is a short, fluffy one, with the participation of head over heels Seamus and oblivious Krel! Enjoy!! 💙💙

Summary: It had started as a random subject of a research during his free time. It had turned into a realization science could hardly explain.

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Krel was finally ready to put an end to this.

After all, at first, it had been all abound finding a way to pass time while Mrs. Janeth explained her limited understanding of math to the class. In all honesty, it could had been anyone else in that room, every single human might had caught his eyes during his desperate effort to find something interesting to do. It had turned out to be him probably because having another person besides himself appearing this bored – to the point of falling asleep, impressive – had been almost comforting. Giving a look had been normal, staring a natural consequence.

Then, he had noticed them.

Despite what absolute new environment was this planet, he had taken his time to discover a bit about this place. It had turned out that biological bodies possessed quite the variety of features, and those red dots were only a minuscule part of it. They were called ‘freckles’, defined as extra patches of coloring or pigment under the skin: a hereditary trait, typical of humans with clear skin and called ephelides by professional human healers. They apparently emerged as an over product of melanin, and they reacted to ultraviolet radiation – if their morning star was such a problem, how come they had not worked on a planetary shield yet? Ay ay ay, these humans.

Even with this knowledge and the awareness that it was nothing more than a few points, Krel hadn’t been able to look elsewhere. There was something fascinating about seeing theory applied into reality, even for a matter as simple as this – besides, anything was better than this lesson.

It had started like this.

Then, it had become a constant. A regular occurrence to hold on to.

His life was the very opposite of normal, his existence alone would have gained him that infamous ‘weirdo’ nickname even without his own apparently unnatural personality. There had been hardly a time where he had the benefit of having something to hold onto, his sister was his rock but with the arising danger the risk of losing her as well as their parents had made him grown restless. His mind was too much sometimes, highlighting every single thought. He had needed a distraction.

A study.

Of course, it was so simple! There was clearly a reason why that freckled face was so captivating to him, he needed to research, as always! When something other than fixing their ship to go back home had made its way into his mind, life had turned out to be a little less stressful.

Getting a good look at Seamus during lunch was awfully easy, the blonde himself always seemed interested in him – not sure why, perhaps Krel’s way of eating was almost too human like –, and it seemed like every time those red points doubled. He was sure of it, even during the skelteg situation, seeing him run away had been enough to notice the change – that occurrence had been particular, especially since Mary had given him such a smirk, was she aware of his experiment? –, concluding that there was definitely something going on. Between bounty hunters and school, the chances to take a look had been quite numerous, to the point he had noticed Seamus staring back sometimes, a scowl on his face – hard to tell if it was threatening or his natural expression.

Then the math duel had happened, some pleasantries had been exchanged, the subject had turned out to be someone he might had been interested even as a friend – hearing him looking at him in amazement later in Battle of the Bands had definitely helped –, yet somehow Krel had managed to forget to check on his face the entire time. Which was ridiculous, since he had been unable to think of anyone else but him, even after the delson was over.

What was worse, observation had turned out to be extremely difficult from that moment forward.

It was clear, the blonde was now aware of his study and was doing his best to prevent him from doing it. That had involved covering his face, turning away from him when he was around, and most of all activating biological defense mechanisms. Turning his face red in order to hide his pigments, a truly advanced tactic.

Luckily it worked only when Seamus noticed him staring. Seeing his freckles over his nice, relaxed, pink skin was quite the moment. Even a pleasant one.

More delsons had passed… more than they were supposed to.

Krel was still not back to Akiridion-5. They were still not home.

Not only that, but everything in his life was crumbling. Morando was still out there plotting who knew what, the Mothership was grounded with little chance to go back to fly, Varvatos was a traitor and had almost died for them and now had disappeared. It was piling all over, one brick over the other, it was getting hard to deal with everything. Aja had said it was going to be okay and that had been nice at first, but somehow infuriating later. What did she know? What if it wasn’t? what if it wasn’t going to work out, and they were only stalling the inevitable??

At the end, behind all of these problems, all uncertainties about the future, everything came down to this stupid, insignificant thought into his mind, the one that kept making him inevitably interested into that guy. His own most serious issues weren’t going to be solved anytime soon. If he could at least stop stressing over one thing, it was going to be for the best. It had started as a way to spend free time, but now… he was afraid of what it implied.

Steve had been useful for once, explaining to him where to find Seamus – “Good luck lovebird!”, he did not need that name after the birdie encounter. The theatre was not very crowded for now, he had been able to lean against the wall to wait without being bothered by humans. Today it felt like he could had lost his patience very easily.

At some point a group of guys exited the building, blues eyes crossed his.

There they were, those freckles. They were more than ever. He truly didn’t understand what was happening, why couldn’t he give it a rest and- ah, there it was again, that defense ability of his. Biological beings were such a mystery.

“Tarron?” Seamus blinked at him, confused. “Huh, uhm, hi, what are you doing here?” His friends waved at him with little grins, leaving them alone.

Krel breathed out, feeling the weight of everything ease a little from his shoulders. Huh.

“I am here for an experiment. I have been conducting it for some time now, I am sure you have noticed.” Judging from his confusion it seemed not, which made no sense considering his responding attention to his movements. “I have a certain fascination towards an aspect on you, and I would like to conduct one last test before leaving out the question once and for all. I am dealing with a difficult situation, I do not want any other problems getting in the way.”

“Problems…? Wait, f-fascination?” Oh, apparently there was no limit on how red this human could get. If only he wasn’t there to end his research he would have gladly tried to pick on this new topic. “F-for me? Huh, I mean… what experiment?”

“I will need you to stay still for me. I promise I will not harm you.”

“Whatever you wa- I mean, uhm, s-sure no problem!” Seamus was still staring, a little red, nodding his head. He looked in a way Krel couldn’t described. Not bad. Very nod bad.

“Very good. With your permission.”

It was only a study. He had weirder stuff in the past, especially during his skelteg interest phase – he had enough of those bugs for now –, this was nothing. Observation had brought him nothing, there was a chance tact was going to be useful and lips were the most sensible part of the human body. It only made sense, so he held Seamus’ cheeks and pressed his mouth over his freckles, between his eyes and his nose. Nothing. No difference in texture, nothing he could reasonably conclude. There really was no point into his tests. Despite the feeling of failure, there was something pleasant into touching warm human skin like this.

When he pulled away, a wave of shame hit him, as this problem wasn’t going to be solved and was going to be add to all the others. Then he looked up, seeing the freckles disappear once again, and the largest grin he had ever seen appear.

Seamus was giggling, eyes glimmering.

“That… that was… eheh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “… nice.”

“Nice? Really?” Krel was confused. Was his failure a joy for others? This human couldn’t be that cruel. “It is good to know I guess, because my study was a complete failure.”

“Your what now?”

“It does not matter… I should go.”

“What?! No, wait!” Humans could be quite swift. Even strong, at least judging from the way Seamus had clawed his shoulders. “You didn’t! I mean, I have no idea what this is about, but it wasn’t a failure, I promise!” There was still no trace of the freckles. It felt like this entire experience was place outside his comfort zone, Krel was starting to shake. Curiously… he didn’t hate it. “I liked that, I swear, I’ve been thinking about doing stuff like that with you for a while now!”

Krel widened his eyes. Stuff like that? Stuff like what? Checking the subject of his study? Allowing others to perform tests on him? Why was this confusing, he was never confused!

“I don’t understand…”

“You kissed me, you do understand! And it felt good, and I would like to do it more!”

Kissed?… wait.

“It felt good? Really?” Seamus nodded vividly, looking like he was dying to be understood. But… but that was ridiculous, it was only a brush between human skins. How could it be something pleasant to experience? “Does it truly feel this nice?

Seamus widened his eyes. He swallowed, stepping closer.

The prince felt a sudden wave of tension hit him.

“Yeah, it does. It’s like, well…” The blonde swallowed again, slowly holding up his chin. “It’s… it’s probably clearer through practice than theory.” His finger was shaking. Krel was also shaking. His blue eyes were getting closer and closer, bigger and deeper, something he had always known from the very beginning. Huh. Perhaps he didn’t notice his freckles alone. A sekton later they were closed, and the prince felt a pressure over his cheek. His entire body was enveloped by flames. His mind was emptied, finally free from pressure and pain. “… s-so?” Seamus was looking again, still with those enormous eyes, expecting a conclusion.

Krel was frozen. Oh. Huh. That was new. Feeling stupid. That was very new.

Those freckles were never multiplying, nor they were particularly engaging on a scientific level. They were Seamus’, he was getting closer. That had always made the difference.

A little smile arrived, because at last, he did have one answer.

“You’re right, it does feel nice.”

Seamus breathed out, looking relieved and so, so happy. So very endearing.

“Good. Great, awesome, I mean…” He reached out for him again, embracing him, close to his chest. Krel could hear his human heart. It was beating. What a very fascinating topic again. “D-does this mean the experiment is still on? Are you still gonna watch me during math class and all those times?” He did notice. He really was smart. Perhaps he wasn’t completely accurate at determining exactly the topic of the research, but he was close enough. Krel really liked that aspect of him. “Because, well, in case you want to go beyond observation and deepening the study, we could, I don’t know…” He laughed nervously, his hold tightening. “Uhm, deepening the research? Maybe d-during lunch or something?”

It felt like reaching a very high point in science. It felt like at least one thing was going right into his life. He was right, the research was still very much open and able to develop, it only had a wider subject now: the entirety of the Seamus Johnson.

The prince slowly smiled, welcoming the feeling of warmth over his face.

“I’d like that.”

[smallheathgangsters]

At Home | F.S.

A/N: Finally another Finn request! I really adore writing for him 😍. I actually very much like this piece of writing, so I hope you do too! Also, I left out prompt #33, because I’ve already written a request with that one, but I tried including it in a way that’s hopefully okay :) Like I always say, feedback is always welcome! ❤️ oh, and please consider that English is not my first language and I’m sorry this turned out so long again, I just couldn’t help myself oops

Request: “8 and 33 with finn?” by Anon

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2664

Type: angst, fluff

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You’d known Finn since you were about three years old, playing in the dirty streets of Small Heath together. And the older the two of you got, the tighter your bond grew, making you the best of friends.

At the age of sixteen you had to realise that your feelings towards Finn had changed. It wasn’t the brotherly love anymore you’d been feeling up until then. It was the love that made you want to grab his face and kiss him. It was the one that made you want to cuddle up to him at night and caress his soft skin in the mornings.

Little did you know, Finn had been feeling the same way. Luckily, he had been more courageous than you, giving you an unexpected peck on the lips when he had dropped you off in front of your house after a day of hanging out together. It had taken you by surprise, but you’d never been happier in your life. All of your wishes had come true and you didn’t understand what you did to deserve it.

Since then, the two of you had been a couple. It was hard for your families to imagine their everyday life without you being together, waiting for the day you and Finn were old and mature enough to get married. It was crystal-clear to them that you’d eventually end up being wife and husband. While your parents loved Finn and wouldn’t wish for any other man by your side, Finn’s family felt the same towards you. Finn and you really had been a match made in heaven.

In the year the two of you turned eighteen, Finn started working more and more for the Shelby business, Tommy letting him be increasingly involved in everything going on in the betting shop and outside. At the beginning, you were very supportive of him. You could feel his excitement of receiving responsibilities and challenging tasks. Although only a few years later, you had to notice Finn’s mood change as a result of the type of work his family was doing. The initial excitement turned into exhaustion and whenever you met up after work in the apartment, he had now been able to buy with the money he made, he wasn’t able to concentrate on conversations you were holding. You could feel his mind being occupied with work all the time, having a hard time not worrying about the assignments Tommy had given him and simply relaxing whenever he wasn’t at the betting shop helping his brothers on business trips and deals.

Another thing you had noticed was his personality shifting. Finn used to be the sweetest, most caring boy you’d ever met. His priority had always been your happiness and whenever you felt down, he was right there to cheer you up. Finn had been the one to initiate almost every cute date you went on, whether it had been a picnic out in the country or a quick coffee at a café. You’d never seen him be mean to anyone, ever, using his reputation to help bullied kids at school or girls being harassed by boys instead of abusing it to his own advantage.

Now, he’d started being very cold towards you, not listening to you when you told him about something that had happened that day or you weren’t feeling your best, longing for a shoulder to cry on. You could sense it had nothing to do with his feelings towards you, you’d known Finn for way too long. It had to do with his work and the way he had to act in front of his brothers in order to be taken seriously, and you started becoming more and more unhappy with the situation it was bringing your relationship into.

But no matter how distant Finn had become, you just couldn’t feel any anger towards him.

It wasn’t at all that you hadn’t been angry. You’d been very angry, as a matter of fact. But not a Finn. You’d been angry at Tommy and Arthur and John and the Shelby company and the business deals.

All of those things made your blood boil. But Finn still made your knees weak and your heart race. That had also been the reason why you had decided to surprise him today after work by picking him up and taking him to a nice restaurant for him to wind down and forget about all the stress.

When you pushed open the front door to the betting shop, you realised it had been quite a while since the last time you’d been there.

“Y/N, what a lovely surprise!” you heard John shout from the large chalk board at the other end of the room. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Nice to see you too, John,” you replied, smiling at him. “Do you know where Finn is?”

“Still in his office,” John said and pointed to the door of his office. “The boy’s been really hard-working lately.”

“Yeah …” you mumbled, your eyes fixed on his office door. “Thanks anyway.”

John gave you a cheeky grin. “Nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.”

You walked over to Finn’s office and knocked at the door. After waiting a few seconds, you heard him answer. “Yes?”

You pushed open the door carefully and stepped into the room, your gaze falling on a very stressed-out looking Finn, leaning back in his chair and massaging the bridge of his nose closed-eyed. “John, I told you I’ll be there any–“

Finn hadn’t realised it was you that had entered the room until he opened his eyes. “Y/N?”

You gave him a friendly smile and walked over to his desk, leaning against it with both of your hands. “Hello, sweet boy.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could feel you being very stressed out about work lately and I thought I could take you on a date night to one of our favourite restaurants,” you suggested, smiling widely. “It would be a great opportunity for us both to relax a little and just enjoy each other’s company.”

But instead of being excited about your proposal, he just sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Can’t we do that another time, Y/N?”

Your smile vanished from your face. “W– what do you mean?”

“I’m just not feeling it,” he said coldly, shrugging his shoulders.

His words stung. “When do you have time then?”

He sighed again. “I don’t know, Y/N. Like next week maybe.”

“Fuck you, Finn,” you said, gritting your teeth and pushing yourself away from the desk.

You had been very patient. You had been understanding, loving and supporting. You had blamed everyone else, just to not have to be angry at Finn, because you didn’t have the heart to be mad at him. But right now, he was really testing your nerves and could feel yourself snap.

“Excuse me?” he said, frowning.

“Do you think this if funny?”

Finn pushed himself out of his chair and stood up, now leaning against the table himself. He locked his eyes with yours, the blue in them you chills. “What the fuck about my face is giving you the impression that I’m laughing?”

“I’m talking about how you’re treating me, Finn,” you hissed. Your voice took on a tone that you never knew you had in you. Even Finn seemed a little surprised, his frown vanishing for a second. But he composed himself quickly. “How am I treating you?”

“I feel as if you’re taking me for granted. Taking everything I do for you for granted,” you explained angrily. Your heart was beating fast and you felt a knot build up in your stomach.

“I never expected anything from you,” Finn said annoyed, throwing his hands.

You gritted your teeth together ever harder, trying to hold back the tears that were building up at the corners of your eyes. “You’ve changed so much, Finn. This fucking job has changed you so much! I just wanted to do something nice for you and you’re treating me so awfully!”

“Just because I’m not feeling like going on a romantic dinner with you?”

You let out a frustrated sound. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re not seeing that you’re pushing me away further every day? Or is that exactly what you’re trying to do? Do you want me to fucking leave?”

The last few words came out as a sobbing mess. All you’ve ever given Finn was love and affection. Even though you still adored him so much, you had to admit to yourself that this relationship wasn’t healthy anymore and you deserved better.

“I think you need to calm down.”

That was all Finn replied. Your heart sunk and you immediately stopped holding back your tears. You let them stream down uncontrollably. You watched him walk over to the hanger and grab his coat. “I’m going to The Garrison with the boys, we can talk later if you want.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever be talking again after this,” you spat and burst out of his office and the betting shop before he was able to get to the door, crying your eyes out the entire way home.

 ***

 From that day on, you totally ignored Finn. You knew the silent treatment was harsh and actually wasn’t at all your personality, but you realised it had to be this way. You weren’t going to be the one crawling back to Finn, even though you still loved him so much and cried yourself to sleep every night. It was hard getting normal everyday tasks done while carrying this burden on your shoulders.

Finn had tried talking to you on different occasions, waiting for you in front of your parent’s home or after school, when you had finished teaching your class, but you had consequently ignored him, not even giving him a look when you pushed past him, hurrying down the streets as fast as you could so he wasn’t able to catch up with you.

Every time you did that, your heart clenched, and you had to pull yourself together to try your hardest not to talk to him or fall back into his arms. You missed his scent, his warmth, his voice. You missed everything about him.

You were able to continue this behaviour about three weeks when one day, you spotted Finn standing and waiting in front of the school you taught at. You wanted to hurry past him like you’d done all the other times, but he unexpectedly grabbed you aggressively by your wrist. “Fuck, Y/N, please talk to me!”

You tried to twist out of his grip, but he didn’t let loose. “This has to stop! I can’t watch you run away from me any longer!”

You lifted your head and glared at him with teary eyes. You hadn’t noticed that hearing his pleading voice would make you emotional so quickly. “All you’re getting is a taste of your own medicine, Finn.”

His face dropped and you could see him hurting. But you told yourself to stay strong. There was no way you were going weak just because he got a hint of how he had made you feel for a very long time.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through,” he whined, still gripping your arm.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for? Or are you only apologising because you hate being brushed off by me?” you hissed, teary eyed.

“N– no, I–“ he stammered, but you could sense that he wasn’t exactly sure what brought your relationship to this point.

“Fuck, Finn! Are you really that blind?” you gasped speechlessly. “Don’t you realise that your job is tearing us apart? That it’s ruining not just our relationship but our friendship as well?”

Finn gulped audibly and started letting go of your arm. You immediately pulled it away and took a step back from him. Then you crossed your arms and looked down at the ground again.

“You don’t even seem to notice yourself changing …” you whispered sadly.

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your body. Finn pressed you closely to his chest and placed his chin on the top of your head. “I’m sorry you’re suffering because of me, Y/N. And no, I do feel that I haven’t been the same …”

“You do?” you sniffled, letting him hug you tightly. This was the place you wanted to be and belonged to.

“It’s just been very hard lately …” he mumbled, and you could hear him choke on his own words. “It’s been fucking hard.”

You lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him, your sight still blurry from all the tears in your eyes. “Then let me help you, Finn. I’ve never not been there for you when you needed my support.”

“All I’ve been trying to do is make Tommy see me as an equal, a man, somebody they can trust and not just their useless little brother,” he exclaimed frustrated.

“You’re not useless, Finn! You have qualities that all of your brothers only dreamed they had!”

“Like what?” he huffed, almost rolling his eyes at your comment.

You pushed yourself away from him to grab his face with both of your hands and look him deeply into his eyes. “Finn Shelby, you are the kindest, most caring human being with the biggest heart. That may not be a trait that Tommy sees as a valuable one for his business, but it is one he probably wished he still had. Being nice isn’t a bad thing, Finn. And if they think that you’re not worth working with them because you’re not as cold-hearted and emotionless as them, what kind of brothers are they?”

Finn inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, taking in your words. He opened them again, when you continued speaking. “You don’t need to change for them, Finn. Please. I love the man you were before. Whoever you’re trying to pretend to be just doesn’t suit you at all, makes you miserable, if anything.”

He gave you a sad look. “I’ve been really unhappy, Y/N.”

You sobbed. “I know, Finn. I’ve known all this time, but you wouldn’t let me in, wouldn’t let me help you.”

“But I really want to stay in my family’s business …” he said quietly, almost insecure, making you stare into his ocean eyes even more intensely. “And you will! Your brothers accept and love you the way you are, trust me.”

He sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against yours. “Forgive me? I know I’ve been the worst, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Of course, I forgive you, Finn,” you told him with a soft voice, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. “I knew all of this was never directed against me. But I had to take care of myself as well.”

“I understand,” Finn said and caressed your cheek with his thumb. Suddenly a weak smile danced at the corners of his mouth. “I love you. You know that?”

“Yes, Finn, I know. And I love you too.”

You gave him a wider smile, trying to cheer him up. You hated seeing your boyfriend upset, he didn’t deserve any kind of unhappiness.  

He then pulled his head away from yours and observed your face. His weak smile from before turned into a genuine one and his soft hand pushed away a strand of hair from your cheek.

“Kiss me please,” he whispered. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I really miss your lips.”

You giggled. “No, you don’t deserve it. But I missed your lips as well.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer again, locking your lips with his passionately. It was all you needed in that moment. Finn was where you felt at home, safe in his embrace, where nothing could ever get to you.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Colony in Space: A Pleasant Test

AN: @how-masterful and I have been watching Delgado!Master episodes together and just loving our Soft Dom Master together. So of course this means that I had to write some smut for her involving Delgado!Master. (Also I’m a slut for Delgado!Master myself and have several fics planned for him that I keep reworking because I NEED them to be perfect.) I figured that I would be nice and share with everyone because I wrote a lot. 

Masterful, enjoy and try to skip reading the warnings and description to get the full effect of the fic! 

Word Count: 2259

Warnings: smut/lemon, masturbating in front of another person, drug use in the form of an aphrodisiac

Description: The Master needs to test a new addition to his TARDIS as well as teach you a lesion about masturbating without permission.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

"Just in time, my dear. I was about to go looking for you. I could use your help testing something if you don’t mind."

The Master had approached you the moment you entered the console room. You held back your sigh of relief that you had finished when you did. If he had gone looking for you and caught you in the act it would have been bad. 

“Of course, Master. What do you need help with?”

His hand rested lightly on your lower back as he led you towards two clear cylinders on the side of the room. They were new, something you hadn't seen before in the room. You examined them with curiosity. They were small, just big enough for someone to be able to comfortably turn around inside. Other than turning around and perhaps sitting down there was little room to do anything else. As the Master opened the capsule on the left you realized what he would be wanting you to test. Before you could try and run from your fate you were shoved into the capsule and sealed inside.

The Master leaned against the capsule with a smug expression on his face.

"I can tell already that you aren't very fond of being restricted like this my dear. It won't be for long, so long as you behave and obey me."

He pointed to the side where the latch for the capsule was, "I want you to try and free yourself from your current confinement. In other words, I need you to test if this capsule is capable of trapping someone inside with no feasible means of escape from the inside."

You didn't waste time with words, simply starting to search for a way to escape. There was nothing that could be used inside the capsule itself, the smooth plastic-like material flawless and thick enough that no sharp object could be used to cut it. At least not with ease, it would take hours for someone to cut themselves out. Especially with the limited room to maneuver.  The latch seemed to be the only possible option to escape quickly enough for someone to avoid being caught by the Master.

"Perhaps with a magnet, someone could get the latch to move," you tried your best to examine the latch's position from inside the capsule. "Oh, never mind. The strip of metal along the capsule where the latch is would keep that idea from working."

"Very clever, my dear. Unfortunately, you are correct, I had already thought of that possibility and have corrected the design with that idea in mind."

"Now will you let me out, Master?"

He crossed his arms as he leaned against the console across from you. His eyes looking deeply into yours. Everything faded away except for him and his hypnotic presence. You felt nervous, why was he not letting you out.

"I will let you out of there. After you strip and masturbate for me, my dear."

Your face heated up, "w-what?", you didn’t understand. Why did he want you to do that?

"You heard me, my dear. Did you really think that I wasn't aware of what you were doing earlier? Your soft little pleases for me as you touched yourself were precious."

"I- why didn't you-"

"Why didn't I come in and stop you,” he meaningfully paused to let it really sink in that you had been caught, “or join you? Well, my dear, if you felt the need to take matters into your own hands who was I to hinder you. It did take you an awfully long time to reach your peak. You must have been thinking frustratedly the whole time about how I know your body better than you do at this point."

Your entire face felt hot, it was likely you were completely red all the way to your ears. You had been a fool to think that you could masturbate without being caught. You broke eye contact with the Master in embarrassment. Looking down at his feet instead. You had found yourself lacking after all the skill with which the Master would make you feel good. You had felt sloppy and slow in comparison to his attention. It was slightly humiliating to have the Master notice it as well when he wasn't even in the room.

"Besides why ruin the moment for you by interrupting when I can simply have you touch yourself for me now. I can watch you make yourself come undone from start to finish. I'm not letting you out of there until I watch you orgasm for me, my dear."

You kept your eyes on the floor as you accepted your fate and slowly undid each button on your shirt. Sliding it off of your body and carefully folding it before placing it on the ground. The Master always preferred your clothes to be taken care of neatly when you took them off. You were already in enough trouble for getting caught, you refused to tempt more reprimands from the Master.

You took your dress pants off next. Unfastening them with shaky hands. You felt so exposed stripping in the capsule, like a specimen to be observed. It was so different from stripping for him in the bedroom. There would be no comforting caresses or touches until you were done this time. Your dress pants joined your nice button-down shirt folded nicely on the ground.

"What a pretty, flustered thing you are, my dear. I want you completely bare for me before you get to work playing with yourself."

You took his words as the command they were. Unhooking your bra and letting it slide down, off your arms and to the floor. Your panties following after. Your hands sliding them from your hips and letting gravity do the rest of the work. Stepping out of them before kneeling on the ground to add them and your bra to the neat pile of your clothes. The whole time your eyes were firmly held on the Master's dress shoes.

"So fascinated with my shoes today. Should I take it as a sign that you want to polish them later with your own slick arousal?"

You wordlessly gasped up at the Master with your red face, making eye contact again for the first time since this had started. His lustful, appreciative look as he took in your exposed, kneeling form made you quickly turn your head to the side to break eye contact again. It was too embarrassing to look at him while he was ordering you to masturbate for him in the console room like this.

"Remember that if you find yourself too uncomfortable with this to use your safeword, my dear. The moment you utter it we stop."

"Yes, Master."

You were embarrassed but also somewhat turned on by this power play of the Master's. You wanted to see where it would go. The reminder that you could stop this at any point helped you to find the courage to stand and start to masturbate in front of the Master.

You started by awkwardly beginning to play with your breasts. Groping and squeezing them. Trying to spark your arousal into something that you could easily work into a quick orgasm.

"Good girl, choosing to not neglect the rest of your body in favor of the main source of pleasure."

You closed your eyes to the Master's praise. Continuing to play with your breasts as you began to give attention to your nipples. Twisting, pulling, and flicking them as they hardened. Small little gasps coming from your parted lips as you started to feel warm in between your legs.

Hands slowly teasing their way down your body until they were settled in between your legs, ready to start really playing with yourself.

"Show me how wet you are, my dear."

You coated your fingers in your own arousal. Presenting them to the Master for approval.

"Already so wet. I think you enjoy being forced to touch yourself for me. Of course I want you dripping before you are allowed your release."

You opened your eyes in panic as a hiss caught your attention. Looking up at the top of the capsule you could see gas starting to enter the capsule. You looked to the Master for reassurance that it was not something going wrong.

"Relax, my dear. It's nothing that will harm you, quite the opposite in fact. Just another feature of the capsule I wanted to test.  Of course, what I’m having you experience will be quiet different from what anyone else would experience in your place. Something I’ve been working on for you to try out. Now, keep going," you returned your hands to your clit and started to draw circles with your fingers. "Good girl."

You looked down without really seeing anything. Your mind focused on playing with your clit as you tried to inspire more slickness from your body. Gradually more and more of your arousal started to drip out of you. After several minutes it began to drip onto the floor beneath you. Your body slowly growing more and more aroused. A strong arousal that was foreign to you whenever you masturbated on your own. Feeling Master's eyes on you alone shouldn't be inspiring this level of arousal. 

You started to struggle to stay standing. Tipping to the side to lean against the capsule wall in order to support yourself.

"Master?" 

Your words were slurred. Eyes open but unseeing. The only thing your mind could focus on was how much you ached to cum. Fingers moving faster as your open mouth drooled and moaned.

"Imagine that your fingers are mine, let them fill you up so nicely, my darling."

Four fingers slipped into you with ease, two from each hand. You wasted no time with teasing, getting straight to work. Your mind flickered between the knowledge that it was your fingers inside and the idea that it was the Master's fingers perfectly coaxing you to orgasm.

It only took a few thrusts for you to be cumming. A startled yelp leaving you as it took you by surprise. Your fingers never faltering as they kept moving. Two more orgasms quickly followed afterward. You didn't even think to ask to be released, instead all you could think about was reaching another orgasm.

 You needed to cum for your Master. The pain of overstimulation meant nothing to you now. The only words leaving your lips were pleas for the Master to give you more. Forgetting completely that you were the one fingering yourself. Every breath you took increased your desperation exponentially.

"Cum for Master," rapidly two more orgasms came. Bringing you down onto the floor as your shaking legs could no longer support you. "Good girl. Can you make yourself cum a few more times for your Master?"

Your fingers worked even faster as they tried to obey your Master. You wanted to cum again for Master like a good girl. You came once again with a broken cry. Each orgasm only made you need more. You needed your Master inside of you. 

Fingers stilling you begged your Master to help you. 

"Please Master, I can't do this anymore. I need you, Master!"

The capsule opened and you fell to the floor. Look up at the Master you could just barely see him through your lust clouded eyes. He grabbed your arm and dragged you fully out of the capsule before bending down to lift you into his arms. He carried you over to a chair, placing you on his lap as he sat down.

He made quick work of freeing his cock from his clothes after the sight of your trembling hands told him you would be incapable of managing to undo his pants on your own. He lifted you up again and settled you down onto his cock as you let out overwhelmed but pleased whimpers. His hands held your hips down as he began to thrust. You felt so wonderfully filled and stretched compared to what your fingers had managed.

Each thrust and gasp cleared your head as your arousal grew. Unlike in the capsule your arousal grew at a normal rate instead of the overwhelming exponential increase of you had experienced before inside the capsule. You bit down onto the Master's shoulder with a scream as you both came together. The feeling of him releasing into you tipping you over the edge. As your orgasm faded your arousal fled your body. Leaving you achingly sore and absolutely exhausted in the Master's lap still impaled deeply on his cock. Lazily you pressed kissed to where you had bitten the Master through his clothes. 7 orgasms, 8 if you included your earlier one. Your body had never managed so many orgasms in quick succession. You felt like you could sleep for days now.

"I trust you've learned your lesson, my dear. That only your Master can fully satisfy you."

You let out a weak, "yes Master," as you tightly clung to him.

He gently rubbed your back as he praised you, "you did such a good job, my dear. You were such a very good girl for Master."

Gentle pats to your face kept you from falling asleep.

"Stay awake for me just a little longer. We need to get some fluids in you before you can sleep, my dear."

"Yes, Master," you sleepily responded. 

You would do your best to obey through your exhaustion. For he was your Master and you would always obey him.

[averagesmw]

Penny Haywood x MC- A risk far too great

Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery  

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My stay at Hogwarts so far has been... interesting, to say the least

Unwillingly, I became responsible for breaking the horrible curses that came as a result of the Cursed Vaults. All in pursue of my missing brother, Jacob.

Not that I didn't want to save everyone or find my brother, but I didn't know it would be this difficult

However, when we entered the third vault and broke the sleepwalking curse, I thought I was getting the hang of it

...And then came the fourth curse

Not only was it difficult to understand, but this one got quite personal

See, this curse kidnapped students and trapped them inside the various portraits that decorate the school's walls. One of the victims happened to be the first-year Hufflepuff, Beatrice Haywood.

As in, Penny's adorable little sister

That is no way to be introduced to Hogwarts, I should know

But what weighed on me the most was Penny's reaction to this, she was devastated and obviously not the little ray of sunshine I knew and loved

Our adventures together were by far my favorite thing about all these years. We've grown to know each other so well, she even picked me to go with her to a dance

She provided all the happiness that I needed, but now, she was the one that needed happiness

Regardless, it served as a strong motivator to break the curse as soon as possible, which led me to this very moment...

Joined by Merula, Bill, and the new faculty member, Professor Rakepick, I was discussing the next step in our plan to enter the fourth vault. We were in the Courtyard as to not raise any suspicions

However, our plans would soon collide with my personal goals, and not for the better

...

"Now, who shall we take into the Cursed Vault with us?"

Rakepick asked us, making my mind start racing with possibilities

"Well, there are pros and cons to anyone we pick..."

We looked around at the people present in the courtyard. From Badeea to Tonks and even Barnaby, we discussed who could bring more to this table

Eventually, the sight of beautiful, blonde hair caught my attention. There she was, Penny Haywood herself trying her best to go on with her day

Always so resourceful and determined to help others, even now that she was the one that needed the help. Oh, Penny...

It was true that she could help but I...I just couldn't sentence to go into such a place, what if we lose? Or worse...

No, there was no chance I would risk bringing her along this time. I had to find someone else that could assist us

In my mind, I was already narrowing down the best candidates, although I didn't want to put any of them in danger, especially--

"What about Haywood? We could use her potion knowledge"

Merula's voice broke my concentration, I immediately turned to her upon hearing that

"Merula is right, Penny could help us brew a potion if we need it at the vault if we need it"

Bill added. The sole mention of her name in this conversation was enough to send shivers down my spine

I could even feel my breathing getting a bit erratic at this. But before anything else could happen, I threw a quick counter-offer

"B-But what about Charlie? He knows about dragons far more than any of us. W-We could use his knowledge more!"

Merula looked at me strangely. I subtly shook my head to her, telling her to back off on that idea with my eyes filled with worry

She seemed to pick up on this and gave me a subtle nod, putting her hand on her chin

For the last months, Merula and I had grown closer together as well. She might not admit it until earlier today, but we were good friends

In fact, she was likely the only person (besides Rowan) that knew about my umm... My opinion on Penny, hence why she understood my signals so quickly

"Now that you mention, he could help us defeat the dragon first. After he squeals at the sight of it"

For a split second, I felt relieved to have her on my side...then Rakepick talked

"While that is true, I agree that Miss Haywood could help us the most in this case"

She was quick to shoot down the idea, but why? Why send Penny into something so dangerous without even giving her time to prepare!

There was NO way I'd send Penny off like that, not her, especially after everything we've been through

"I don't think that's a good idea, professor. Penny has been quite unstable since the beginning of the year, she won't concentrate"

I responded with the first thing that came to my mind, just desperately trying to change their mind

"Or she could be perfectly motivated to give her best to save her sister"

"Hasn't Penny helped you with the other vaults before, Y/N? She has more experience in dealing with them"

Bill was not helping. Of course Penny tagged along a few times, but mostly when we knew that it wasn't incredibly dangerous like now

It's a dragon we're talking about! Not a Boggart or an Ice Knight

"Bill, we're not bringing her with us"

My friend noticed the sudden change in my tone and looked at me with a confused look

"Why not? Is something wrong with that?"

What!? Of course there was, Bill! You'd have to be blind not to notice!

My worry found a shield in the form of anger, but it was quickly released as I yelled out of pure emotion

"WE'RE NOT SENDING PENNY OUT THERE, THAT'S IT!!"

All three of my allies were taken back by this, even Rakepick. Taking a quick look at the rest of the students that were also there I noticed that they had all shut up and were now staring at me...even her

I couldn't deal with all of those eyes, not at the same time. What was I even supposed to say after such a display?

"I...I have to go. I'll be back for tonight, I promise"

Following what both my heart and mind were screaming me to do, I ran away back to the castle without looking at anyone

The place was awfully silent for a couple of seconds, but the chatter resumed shortly after, only a bit less intense this time

"Was it something I said? I've never seen Y/N have an outburst like that..."

Bill felt guilty, but he didn't even know why. Of course, it was always awful when you made someone react like that without knowing the reason

"Miss Snyde, you said before this conversation that Y/N is your friend, right?"

The teacher caught the attention of Merula, who was still looking at the door

"Yes?..."

"Do you mind explaining what was that all about, then?"

Merula was silent for a moment. She wouldn't tell the exact reason, but she was clever enough to coat it while technically not lying

"Well...I reckon to have one cursed Haywood was too much for L/N, maybe they don't want to get the other one killed. It would stain their pride"

"Y/N has been lacking sleep since this all began, too. They don't want anyone else involved in this" The Weasley added

"You may be right...Do you think you can talk some sense into them?"

Merula then spotted a certain blonde running into the castle, going in the same direction. Under a mask of carelessness, a genuine smile grew

"That won't be necessary, professor"

...

My instinct brought me to the Artifact Room, where I immediately closed the door upon entering and just got to my knees when my body was unable to continue

My hands rested on them as tears started to form on their own, despite my best attempts to stop them

Why was it so hard to understand that Penny was off the table?

Why was it so hard to understand that she was the last one I wanted to get involved?

Just...why?...

I felt my breathing adopt a slightly faster pace, but only for a couple of seconds. I was too busy fighting with my thoughts and just trying to make any sense of it to realize that someone had opened the door

By the time I knew it, someone was handing me down a potion

"Here, drink this"

That voice...

Not wanting her to see me like this, I looked over my shoulder to confirm it. Those beautiful blue eyes, the braided hair, the worry in her face...

I took the potion but didn't open it

"Penny? What's this?"

"It's a calming draught, I always have a spare one just in case"

"That's very considerate of you, b-but really, I'm fine"

Then she placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic look

"I heard you scream my name in the courtyard, Y/N. You can trust me"

Of course lying wasn't going to work, I made a mess back there

Reluctantly, I removed the cork and drank the calming draught. Just by feeling it go down my throat, I could feel my thoughts become clearer and my breathing was slowing down on its own

"Thank you..."

I said handing her the potion, but then Penny sat down in front of me, trying to get a better look at me

"Do you want to talk? You know you can trust me, Y/N"

I sighed before nodding slightly. Taking a quick glance at her before immediately trying to look away

Might as well tell her now. This was about her after all

"W-Well...Professor Rakepick says she found a way into the Cursed Vault, it's a portkey that will activate tonight"

Her gasp made me look at her, she was visibly surprised by this

"Tonight? But those are wonderful news!"

"They are. Rakepick says we should take someone else with us, but then everyone started leaning towards you and--"

"I'm in"

Upon hearing this, I felt my heart take the hit, quickly reminding me of what I was fearing just a second ago

Despite being under the influence of that potion, distress was beyond visible

"What? No"

Penny gave me a puzzled look. Never before had I prohibited her to come with me on an adventure

What was particularly concerning was how quick I was to brush her off

"Why not?"

"Penny, it's far too dangerous! Even a bloody dragon will be there"

She picked up on my increasing anguish, but her own emotions were just as strong at the moment

"And yet you're still going, Y/N! That's no justification"

"Yes, because we've been chosen and trained specifically to deal with this! There's no telling what could happen if you go!"

"I want to go, I need to see it for myself when the curse is broken. Plus you could use my help!"

I shook my head in denial. I knew she of all people had a reason to go, but the risk was far too big for a reward that was still uncertain

"There are plenty of ways you can help us from here"

The Hufflepuff was growing frustrated by my attempts at persuading her out of this mission, maybe to the point of getting personal

"Why don't you want me to go? I need to save my sister!"

It hurt to see her so angry at me, but as I felt the effect of the draught vanishing, I too adopted a similar gaze

I felt the hairs on my arms raising once again and the heartbeat increasing, even my face was heating up

"You're too valuable to lose!"

"Oh? And why am I the one who's too valuable? Why isn't it Bill? Or Merula? Or--"

Blood rushing

Tears escaping

Voice raising and suddenly

"BUT I DON'T LOVE THEM LIKE I LOVE YOU, OKAY!?"

Silence

Pure and suffocating silence

It quickly took over the room as soon as my voice stopped echoing through

I myself couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock by what just happened. Not just because I raised my voice against Penny, but because of what I said

Did I really just?...

Oh no

Beyond shocked, I looked at her. She was speechless with her eyes staring at me in disbelief

"You do?..."

"I have to get out of--"

Once again, I tried to run from it, but it didn't work. My arm was stopped by her hand and her startled voice

"N-No, it's okay! Really"

I turned around to see her yet again, not able to even think of a word for her. For sure she would turn me down, or worse

But her smile, that gentle, warm smile was there. The same one she showed me whenever we were goofing around or brewing something together

It was there

And so was that soft gaze she had whenever I had done something stupid and she was trying to help me like...well... right now

But this time, it hit different

"I want to hear it from you, Y/N. Please" Her sweet voice practically begging for me to stay. I didn't find myself to be strong enough to deny her request

And so, against everything my mind told me, I stayed behind, with Penny

She asked me to carry on with what I said before trying to escape. Sighing, I complied

I figured that it could help her understand why I didn't want her to go, but also...I think I owed her an explanation for well, everything

I gathered my strength until finally, words started to come out

"The truth is that I...I fancy you, Penny. I've done it for quite a while now and not only am I doing this to dave Bea and the others who fell victim to this curse"

My eyes, while looking down at first, were now focused on her. I didn't care if she saw how bad I looked at the moment, I was talking straight out of my heart, throwing myself in the void and hoping for the best

"...I do it because I can't stand to see you so depressed, it breaks my heart"

"Y/N..." The sole mention of my name by her was almost enough for me to back off, almost

But she needed to know

"If I can't see you like this, imagine how I felt when everyone started leaning towards you to follow us into the vault. I can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you"

Before I knew it, Penny wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug as she hid her forehead in my shoulders. At first, I couldn't believe it, I just stood there with her warmth and allowed that familiar feeling of security and care wash over me

A heavy, broken breath left my body, felt like a weight had been pulled off

At least until I heard her voice again, still buried in my shoulder

"...If I go to the Cursed Vault, would you be by my side?"

That question caught me off-guard, making me end the embrace to look at her. Although I think I heard her protest this

"Of course I would. I wouldn't leave you to yourself" I answered almost automatically

"Then I have nothing to fear"

The way she smiled after saying that, was disconcerting

"Penny..."

"I'm going to trust you with a secret of mine, one that I've never told anyone before"

She motioned me to come closer, which I did. It took her a bit to talk, seems as if this was a heavy subject for her as well

"It's bad enough to have my sister trapped in a portrait like that, it's horrible"

Penny was the one to sigh after that, her fists clenching as well before those blue orbs of her stared me down

"...But it's even worse to see the one I love risk their life for all of us every single year. I can only pray that you come back in one piece and so far you have"

The one she...what?...

Now I was speechless. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink when she noticed my reaction, but it didn't take long for a small smile to return to her

"This time, I want to help you the way you've helped us. It doesn't matter if it's an Ice knight, an Acromantula, or a bunch of Bogarts..."

Then, I felt something reaching out for my hand, it was hers

This gesture provoked our eyes to meet one last time

"As long as we are together. There is no such thing as an impossible challenge"

The determination in her, so familiar. Now I understood what Dumbledoremust've felt when I ignored his pleas for me to stop chasing the vaults

"And when we return from this, we'll talk. I promise"

What came after was still something that I'm struggling to process

Penny pulled me towards her a little and then closed the distance herself, leaning in towards me. I felt a pair of soft, tender lips kissing my cheek

"Thank you for opening up to me. I mean it"

There was no butterbeer or oversized sandwiches that could persuade the blonde to leave this mission, I understood that now. She would get to experience the end of this  curse herself

And as we stood along with Bill, Merula, Rakepick, and even Ben, I made my new mission to protect her from whatever lurked inside that vault

But as we approached the portkey and her hand wouldn't leave mine, I understood that even in the face of incredible danger...

...She too, would have my back

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Shigaraki x Todoroki!Reader; The Masl

Enjoy the Series! one two three four five six seven

“Shiro.” Dabi said, running to you side as you plummeted to your knees. You could see that he was coming towards you, but the rest of the world was spinning.

“W-what happened to you?” He looked at the clothes near your hip, burnt to a crisp. “My dad… he cut me… with a box cutter.” You didn’t know why you were telling him this, but for some odd reason you trusted him. He knew your name… With him looking deeply concerned, and you being a villain like him, there was a trust that had immediately formed between you.

Dabi looked at your hip to see the blood on he grass, spreading like wild fire. “P-please help me. I think I’m going to die.” You fell to your side was the world began to fade from you. The pain was just too much for you.

“It’s alright, I’m going to help you. Oh god Shiro, I’ve missed you.” He wrapped his arms around you before picking up his walkie-talkie. “Kurogiri I need a portal right now. Right now!” He yelled, picking you up by your waist and slinging you over his shoulder.

“H-how do you know my name?” You asked quietly as he chuckled. “What? Don’t recognize me without the red hair?” He asked as a large purple thingy appeared in front of him, allowing him to walk inside.

“Touya.” You whispered, your eyes wide as he patted you on the back. “Good, now just don’t say anything when I’m here. You say the wrong thing and you get killed.” He explained as you nodded.

The next few seconds were nothing but a blur. You were rushed into this room, and then into this bright white room with a mirror. You were strapped down and then put under anesthesia. In the background, you could hear so many voices. Were you in the LoV lounge?? So cool.

All you could think about was your brother. Touya has been your best friend when you two were younger, and then your dad had said he snapped. Honestly though, thinking back, your brother had just gotten accepted into UA when he went missing. He had run away to become a villain.

But he left you… ouch. He left you alone for you to be hit, swung at, and burned. Did he even feel sorry? Of course he did… He was still Touya.

Once you got out of anesthesia, you had been changed into different clothes and you were wrapped up. As you tried to get up, you were met by a huge headache.

“Don’t try to get up too fast. The blood will rush from your head. Here.” A man who looked like a portal, but wasn’t, since he had yellow eyes and and voice. “Um, thank you.” You took the pill in his hand and slowly took it. “Oh don’t worry, it’s just something for the headache. How are you feeling?” He asked, walking back to the desk with a computer.

“I’m good… w-who are you?” You asked, trying to sit up again, noticing you were still tied down by your wrists. “I’m Kurogiri, I work the portals for the League and I do the medical stuff. You’ll also see me cleaning from time to time since I’m surrounded by teenagers and adult children, but I can’t cook many things so you’ll have to do that yourself.”

I feel like if he could smile, he would have been smiling then. “Great. Now, when can I get out of here?” Kurogiri jumped up and grabbed pliers. “Lovely. I didn’t like the idea of keeping you held down, but Shigaraki insisted. Now everyone is in a meeting so I’ll show you to the kitchen. You look awfully hungry.” He explained, helping you stand up.

You looked into the mirror, noticing you still had the mask on. Your clothes were a dark blue sweater and black skinny jeans. “Dabi insisted that we keep the mask on until your living here becomes decided. Shigaraki is still tense, but don’t take that personally.”

Kurogiri led you down a long hall with a bunch of doors. “Here’s Dabi’s room, Toga’s room, Spinner’s room, and here’s the guest room. If your stay here becomes permanent, you’ll be living in here.”

He opened it up to reveal a larger room with a balcony, curtains, lots of windows and a large mirror by the bed with a dresser next to it.

“This is great! Why hasn’t anyone else taken this?” You asked, walking inside and looking around. It was so clean, so tidy, and honestly… pretty cute.

“Nobody in our League likes natural light.” Kurogiri chuckled before you two kept walking. “What about you and Shigaraki?” You asked, making conversation as you entered the kitchen. “I don’t need to sleep. And Shigaraki took the room upstairs. I’ll show you upstairs in a minute. It’s nothing but the entrance to the roof, Shigaraki’s room, and the long entrance to the basement.”

“I wouldn’t go down there if I was you, unless you like the blood and guts and seeing dead bodies.” Your eyes widened as you sat down. “Don’t worry. It’s just how Toga relaxes. Maybe you can introduce her to something less violent.” You nodded, spinning on the barstool.

“Now which do you want? I can make you grilled cheese, a sandwich… we have stuff for a milkshake if your blood sugar is low. Do you like fruit? Nobody ever eats the fruit here.”

As Kurogiri looked through the fridge, you were startled by a door opening to you right, and 5 villains walking out. You recognized all of them immediately. Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Shigaraki… and Overhaul.

You stared at Overhaul as he stared back. “Oh wow. A newbie, really cool mask. I’ve seen you on the news, I didn’t-“ As he began to walk towards you, Shigaraki and Dabi stepping in front of you. “Keep it moving Chicken Legs.” Dabi growled as Overhaul smiled, putting his hands up.

“Just making conversation with the new girl. Nice hair…” He complimented your before walking out, Shigaraki walking after him.

“Sorry bout that. How are you feeling? Is she going to be okay?” He asked as you nodded, grabbing his arm. “T- Dabi. I’m fine.” You told him, trying to make him feel better. It was obviously he was worried about you.

“I do think that she needs to apply cream to that bruise though. The swelling doesn’t look good, and it’ll go away a lot faster.” Kurogiri began making your grilled cheese.

“No. I do not want her taking off the mask until she is permanently living here… her identity is confidential.” Touya nodded at you as you nodded back. “Well the bruise cream is in the extra bathroom in the hall upstairs near Shigaraki’s room if you want to use it.” Kurogiri continues cooking before Touya tapped you on the shoulder.

“Come with me. I’ll give you the rest of the tour. Thanks Kurogiri.” You slowly got off the bar stool, walking slowly with Touya as you two entered the meeting room, closing the door. “Now you do understand why I don’t you taking off your mask? If Shigaraki doesn’t trust you and finds out you’re Endeavor’s daughter, he will kill you. Understand?”

You nodded slowly as he began pacing. “So now what?” You asked as he smiled, looking at you. 

“Oh god Shiro, you have no idea how much fun it is! First I’ll get you friendly with everyone, Shigaraki will approve you, and then you can live here! It’ll be so nice to have you here! We get to go on missions with are fun, and the meetings are boring but we work with some really cool people. Except bird beak over there. He’s nothing but trouble. Stay away from him.”

You nodded, smiling. After Touya had run away you thought you’d never see him again, but after all these years of killing and evil, he was happier than ever. “And that’s about it. Pretty cool, right?” You nodded, getting up and hugging him. Hugs were rare for the two of you, but you loved giving them. Dabi wrapped his arms around you, a single tear going down his burns. “I thought you were dead Touya.” You confessed as he chuckled. “And I thought you were going to become a hero like him.”

Your mind darkened at the thought of your father. “I know… so, what did he do to you?” You looked up at Touya before hugging him again even tighter as you began to cry, taking your mask off. “He… he burns me whenever I don’t do something he wants. He makes me train all day and makes me model, and count calories and…”

“…He makes me call him dad and he prevents me from making any mistake so I don’t end up like any of his other children. He calls me the perfect experiment.” You were crying now as your brother comforted you, or at least tried his best. Touya hadn’t seen you since you both were kids, and now you were his baby sister. You were 17… he was 25. He hadn’t seen you in 10 whole years.

“Why did you leave me with him? You were my best friend Touya. I went to bed after saying goodnight to you, and the next morning you were gone. I didn’t go to school for a week, and pretended to be sick so dad didn’t make me do anything. I couldn’t eat or sleep! I could barely live without you!” You continued to cry, hugging him even tighter than before. “I thought you died… I thought you died!” Touya held you close, shushing you as he rubbed your back.

“I know… I know… it was selfish. Trust me, I checked up on you as much as I could. I was there at your first modeling shoot at the Bahamas, and I was there at your dance recital in 5th grade. I once saw you on a Magazine at the store and almost died. Toga saw it and now has a crush on you, even though she has no idea we’re related.” You smiled at the thought of Touya watching you throughout your childhood.

“I’m here now, and I’m never leaving your side again. This League will be the family you’ve never had, like it’s been for me.” He smiled before a knock interrupted your conversation. “Dabi! I’m coming in!” It was Shigaraki. Touya grabbed your mask, quickly putting it back on your face as you tied it back.

“Oh, didn’t know she was in here. Dabi, it’s your turn to go on a store run and go get those files from Overhaul. Kurogiri made a list for you…” Dabi nodded, grabbing your arm as you walked out of the room. You sat back on the bar stool, watching him grab a sheet of paper. “You can go on grocery runs with me in the future, but I need you to stay here. Toga or Twice can hang out with you if you get too bored.” He hugged you tightly before walking out.

That’s when you realized one of the sacrifices of being a villain. Every time you left each other, there was no guarantee you’d ever see each other again. But you trusted Touya. He had been in this business for awhile.

Suddenly you heard a gasp from behind you, knocking you out of your train of thought. You turned around to see a ponytail wearing, fanged blonde girl in a school girl. Toga Himiko… “Oh my god, you’re here! I mean, the last time I saw you, you were strapped to a hospital bed!” Toga ran up to you, giving you a rib-crushing hug. “She still would be if anyone around here listened to me.” Shigaraki began to make himself a sandwich in the kitchen next to you.

“Oh don’t listen to him! Dabi left you? Really?! That’s great! Twice and I want to see your quirk! I want to learn all about you! You’re so mysterious with that mask on! What’s your quirk!? We want to see it!”, Toga took a breath, continuing to talk.

Don’t we Twice?” You turned to see Twice behind you, almost yelling from the surprise. “Yea. How about we go to the alley and test it out! We’ve heard you have an impressive body count.” Twice exclaimed happily before Shigaraki dropped a glass, it shattering on the floor below him.

Shigaraki tried to calm him down, but the words body count didn’t fit right in his mind when he was thinking about you and how tight those jeans fit your amazing curves.

“Man, someone didn’t sleep well last night. Anyways, let’s go! Coming Shigaraki?” Toga exclaimed, grabbing your hand as she began to walk to the back of the house and down the staircases that led to outside. “Just don’t make to much noise. It’s almost night time. And no, I’ll pass.” Shigaraki angrily picked up the pieces of glass, before hissing in pain as he cut his finger.

“Oh god, let me help you!” You dropped to your knees, grabbing a cloth, chilling it with your quirk, and going to put it on his hand. He couldn’t help but stare at you as you wrapped his finger with it before getting another, and picking up the glass with it. “God, you’ve got to be careful. You could have hurt yourself even more than just a finger cut!” 

You began to wrap Shigaraki’s hand with the cloth before he quickly snapped out of it, swinging his hand away from you. “Do you have a death wish woman? One wrong move and you’re dust!” He yelled angrily at you as you backed up, slightly scared. “I was… I was…” Shigaraki waved you away, going to help himself. “If you think this is going to make me like you anymore, you’re wrong. Don’t help me just to help yourself, it’s rude. Now go outside, I don’t want to see your face.” He scolded you, hearing a sniffle behind him before your footsteps walking away and closing the door. 

“Fuck…” Shigaraki murmured, running his finger under cold water. That bitch thinks she can trick me into thinking she’s a genuine person. She kills people for a living, you can’t trust people like that. You can’t trust anybody…” Shigaraki told himself, but he just couldn’t shake the thought of your kind eye away from his thoughts. He could only fantasy about what your face looked like… and the rest of your body.

“She’s probably ugly anyways, and besides, I’m pretty sure Dabi and her are together. Just get her out of your mind.” He tried to tell himself, but no. The way those jeans hugged your curves, the way you walked… the way you had cried when he had yelled at you. It had felt so genuine, something Shigaraki wasn’t familiar with. 

No, he couldn’t trust you. Trusting someone had only led to him being heartbroken, sad, or used. He had made a rule with himself to never be lied to again…

But maybe… just maybe… you were worth it. Shigaraki’s heart told him yes, while his brain told him no. Shigaraki knew he had to listen to his heart. It rarely told him anything anymore.

Outside, Toga and Twice had fun with you, playing with your quirk. They threw things like trash can lids to Toga’s shoe at you, and you just had to defend yourself. You sliced threw the lids with your ice spears, and you had burnt her shoe to a crisp. “Yes! I needed new ones anyways, and now I have an excuse to get them!” She cheered happily, jumping up and down.

Without anyone noticing, Shigaraki opened the curtains to his room and looked out at you three, especially you. The way your quirk was used for defense and offense was amazing. It was also very… useful.

But the way you twisted and turned, the way your hair flowed in the wind… and the way you smelled like strawberries… it drew Shigaraki in like nothing else had ever before.

Shigaraki sat there watching you for hours. You made the ground icy and let Toga and Twice on the trash can lids, and then lit a big fire and made the fire dance. Twice asked if you could make s’mores, and you had said tomorrow. It was just your first day, and Shigaraki could see that you had captured the hearts of two of his League members.

He stayed by the window until you all went inside, locking the door behind you.

“That was awesome Senpai! You should totally come with us on missions! They’re actually pretty fun!” Toga cheered, skipping behind you as the three of you entered the kitchen. “I’m tired.” You yawned, sitting down as Toga poured you all waters. “Gosh, you must have overdone yourself. Take a rest.” Twice explained, grabbing your shoulder and leading you to the comfy chair.

“Thanks Twice.” You murmured, propping your feet up and closing your eyes before falling into a deep sleep…

You were awaken by the sound of the tv, and a small chuckle. You noticed that you had been moved from the small chair to the couch, and you had a blanket and pillow. You looked up to see Shigaraki sitting on the chair, watching the tv.

Slowly you sat up as he looked over at you. “Morning sleeping beauty.” He joked as he turned up the volume on the tv. “It’s called beauty sleep. You should try it sometime.” You smiled, looking at the news before gasping. It was you, all over the screen. Your yearbook photos, your father interviewing, and then Aizawa and Present Mic interviewing as well. 

“Ya, this pro hero’s daughter goes missing and everyone freaks out. Stupid, I know. Even better, it was Endeavor’s. Two of his kids have gone missing. This time, it’s his daughter. It’s about time people worry about their children. I hope those pathetic little rich kids burn in hell.” You looked at Shigaraki as he turned to you. For a second, you thought that he recognized you. But no. “You’ve got bed head.” He murmured, before turning back to you.

You were thankful of your mask at that moment. “It’s not their fault they’re the kids of an asshole.” You whispered as he smiled sadly, eating from the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “No, it’s a fact that being a bitch runs in your blood. Since he’s a violent, rude, controlling jackass, so are his kids. Look at that girl for an example.”  He gestured to your photo on the tv.

“Toga has all of her magazines, so trust me. On her interviews, she acts so innocent and perfect. But I know it’s all a mask! You know what I think? That she’s a bitchy ass, who likes picking on people who aren’t as rich or gorgeous as her! I bet she likes to go shopping and wants to become a pro hero so she can become the most hated hero like her father, and bask in her glory.”

You stayed silent as Shigaraki looked over at you. “You think she’s gorgeous?” You asked as he nodded, chuckling.

“Don’t worry Angel. I bet she’s somewhere getting tortured for her father’s mistakes, and getting everything she deserves in life.” A shiver went down your back. “Don’t worry Angel, it’s nothing that she didn’t have coming.” He looked over at you, his bright red eyes staring into your one blue one.

“But, we all come from somewhere. My dad… was… a good person, and I’m not exactly like that.” You lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice as he smiled softly at you.

“Oh Precious, you’re one of the best people I know. In the one day I’ve known you, you’re one of the most innocent people I know. I mean… ignoring your kill streak, you flinched at Bird Legs, and don’t think I didn’t hear you crying. You cry like a baby… With the way you act with Toga and Twice, you say nothing but sweet things. You’re more innocent than every hero out there. Trust me.”

You couldn’t help but blush a ton, happy for your mask hiding your cheeks. You didn’t know that he had been paying attention to you so much. “These bratty rich kids on the other hand… had everything given to them on a silver platter. I don’t know your backstory even though I’d to, but seriously, I can tell that you’re different. You’re nothing like them.”

You smiled sadly, wishing that you could tell Shigaraki the truth. On the other hand, you felt that he would immediately take everything back and hate you. He might even kill you honestly… you would hate that. Just as you and Shigaraki were building a relationship, it’d be gone in a second.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.” You looked back at the tv, trying to avoid eye contact even though you could tell he looked at you from time to time. 

Staring at the tv, you couldn’t help but want to punch it as your father appeared next to the interviewer. “So Endeavor. It is obvious that you have major security around all of your children. What happened to get her away from you? Wasn’t she at your Organization’s facility?” The interviewer asked as Endeavor nodded.

‘She was at her father’s facility? We were near there…’ Shigaraki thought as he looked over at the girl next to him. Here he was, checking her out, when he didn’t even know a single thing about her. “So, what’s your name?” He asked as you paused, looking over at him.

“That’s… confidential. Maybe someday you’ll know.” You responded, but deep inside, she knew she’d never be able to tell Shigaraki. Not unless they became very close, which was unlikely… but not impossible. That was the plan. You had to become very close to Shigaraki, and then maybe it’d be possible to come out with your identity. Until them, you refused to. You wouldn’t ruin something before it could even start.

Plus… you wanted to hear that laugh again. Shigaraki had hooked you in, and now you were ready to do everything in your power.

“Yes, Shiro was last seen in my office. Her future teachers from UA came to talk to her, and she cut herself on a broken glass and went to get cleaned up. That was the last we saw of her. I went to look for her and there wasn’t a trace. This must have to do with the League of Villains attack earlier that day. I know it.” You winced as the interviewer smiled sadly.

“Bull! Why do we get blamed for everything? We only came out because Toga and Twice got caught shoplifting on camera!” You smiled as Shigaraki handed you the popcorn bowl without even thinking. “Jeez, why would we kidnap some bratty rich kid. Don’t flatter yourself pro jackass. We don’t want your sperm.”

Slowly you rolled over, happy to stop the conversation here as you fell asleep. With the tv in the back, and Shigaraki’s weirdly comforting voice commenting on the news ever so often, you found it easy to fall asleep.

As Shigaraki watched the interviews with Endeavor and the other heroes, he couldn’t help but stare at the girl on his chair. So peaceful and innocent, so kind and lovely. He could only imagine what her face looked like. Nah, she was ugly. Shigaraki tried to tell himself that, but deep inside, he could only fantasize how beautiful she was.

He could only hope that one day she would take off her mask and tell him what brought her to villainy. A nice girl with a bad family possibly. Maybe a slip up murder. It happened to everyone. It was sad though. She had a good quirk, and a good heart. She deserved more than villain life. Shigaraki wanted to give her more than just that. In such little time, he had found something comforting in the girl.

She was kind to him when she didn’t have to be, she was happy to mess around with Toga and Dabi, she was obviously a villain with her massive kill streak, and above all… she radiated someone like him. She seemed like someone who had gone through too many things, and by the end of the day, she had just snapped like a twig. Snapped… and gone crazy. Like him.

But unlike him, she was gentle. Her hands weren’t harmful like his, but they were caring. They made things better, while he destroyed everything in his path, whether he wanted to or not. Your eye showed genuine innocence, something that he had craved for so long. 

She just wished that she would open up to him, to show him her real self. Then he would be able to fully trust her, and build a relationship with her. But he could only do that when he knew what was behind the mask. 

As he heard adorable snores coming from the pile of blankets on the couch, he realized that she had fallen asleep. Cute… He marched his way up to Toga’s room and began knocking repeatedly. “Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga.” He repeated until she opened the door, bags under her eyes and her hair messy. 

“What is it Tomura? You already forced everyone to leave the living room so you could have alone time with Senpai, and now you’re waking me up at midnight?!” She exclaimed, about to close the door before he stopped her. “She fell asleep on the couch. I don’t feel comfortable touching her.” Toga nodded, immediately understanding. That was one thing Shigaraki liked about Toga. She would do things for him if he couldn’t. 

When he disintegrated his own door, she made Dabi take her to get a new one. When Shigaraki was sick, she bossed everyone around so he could get rest. The League was like one family, not loving and mushy gushy but close. The bond was tight.

Shigaraki followed Toga down the stairs, and into the living room. Toga picked the girl up bridal style and walked down the hall, still being followed by Shigaraki when he plucked her under the sheets and tucked her under them. “Thank you. That will be all.” He murmured as she smiled a toothy grin, yawned, and walked back to her room.

Shigaraki just stood there though, staring at her. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to rip that stupid mask off her face and kiss her. He wanted to see her face, know her back story, and know her true feelings. That mask hided so much from him, and he hated it….

One touch and he could disintegrate it. One touch… and he would know who you were. Would he recognize you? Probably not. But he’d be able to see if you were as pretty as he thought.

Slowly Tomura moved his hand towards the mask, all five of his fingers sprawled out towards it. But then, the girl’s hand shot up, and wrapped around his wrist. “Tomuraaaaa. Sleep with me.” She pulled on his arm, not noticing his intentions before he moved his hand away. “N-no. You need to get your sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” He tried to leave, even though he didn’t want to. 

But her hand was pinching his sleeve, and he couldn’t move. “Please.” All it took was one beg, and he was climbing on the bed next to you. He stayed on top of the sheets, and didn’t face you. That way his hands were turned away from you, and he didn’t think such dirty thoughts. 

He waited half an hour before he heard your precious, small snores before trying to get up. He would never actually sleep with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he would never put you at risk like that. Tomura wore special gloves to sleep in, and he didn’t have them with him. One small move, and you’d be a pile of dust. He had already lost too many people that way.

But when he tried to get up, your hand was tightly wrapped around his arm. He quietly groaned in response, laying back down. Maybe sleeping with you wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

But then he heard Dabi’s voice in the kitchen, looking around for you. “Shit.” Shigaraki murmured, using all his energy to lurch himself out of your death grip and into the hallway.

“Shigaraki…” Tomura looked behind him to see Dabi standing in the doorway, growling. “I was just… listen, dude.” Tomura was about to defend himself before Dabi walked towards him, looking up and down snobbishly at Tomura. “Were you watching the news with her?” Dabi asked as Tomura nodded, walking down the hallway to the kitchen. 

“Fuck.” Dabi murmured, making a sandwich. “Soo… did you get the files?” Tomura asked as Dabi nodded slowly, handing him papers. “Good. Here’s the plans with Chicken Legs. It says here that we’re going to meet him at his place in two days at 9 pm. We will talk about our final attack on Endeavor’s place, and then we will talk about the plans with evolving the League.” Dabi explained.

“He says he has a secret weapon who will be useful. The rest will be discussed in person.” Dabi continued, before taking a bite into his sandwich.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki began to walk off before Dabi stopped him. “Tomura. Don’t even think about disintegrating her mask. It will ruin everything.” And with that, Dabi walked away.

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The New Chaser Pt.4

Iris walked into the common room and Murphy spotted her immediately. Wearing high waisted denim jeans, and he had never been so happy to be ass level with the world. What made his brain almost shut down was an all too familiar hand knitted sweater, with a predominant W on it.

Freaking Weasley.

He didn't even care which one, Charlie or Bill. Most likely freaking Bill. Stupid, brave, and stupidly handsome Bill. He knew they were close, but he wondered the situation that would arise for Bill to give her his sweater.

Iris spotted them all gathered in a corner and made her way over, looking a bit sheepish.

“I thought I was meeting just Skye, about the Quidditch tryouts.” She admitted.

“Right, about that-” Skye started.

“Not all who aspire to play Quidditch make their House team on their first try.” Orion cut her off in his firm, yet still dreamy and far off tone. Iris's whole posture fell.

“I see.”

Murphy couldn't stand it. “But you did!” He yelled excitedly.

“I did! I made the team!?” Iris asked, her eyes bright and a smile upon her lips.

“Congratulations. You are our new chaser, Iris Rosewood.” Orion conformed for her.

“Smashin, right?” Skye punched her shoulder.

“If you could see your face, Iris. Did we fool you into thinking you hadn't made the team?” Murphy asked her, hoping she wouldn't take the tease personally. She placed a hand over her chest and let out a long breath.

“It was hard to tell,” she admitted honestly. “But I was holding onto hope that I'd made the team.”

“Hope won't get you anywhere in Quidditch, Iris, your hard work got you the chaser position.” Skye told her.

“Well I was 81% sure we had you fooled.”

“Numbers aren't worth much unless they're on a scoreboard McNully.” Skye retorted to him, earning her a glare.”

“Quidditch is not about keeping score.” Orion mentioned offhanded. That earned a odd look from the other three in the circle.

“It literally is, if we're going to win the House cup.” Skye explained as if she was talking to a child. “And those chances just got better with you playing Chaser alongside us, Iris.”

“Well it's brilliant news to me! Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you.” The blonde smiled at each of them warmly.

“No problem!” Skye chirped.

“I know!” Murphy could have slapped himself.

“You are welcome.” Orion said, smoothly as fine silk. Murphy, Orion, and Skye all looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“Hold on,” Skye held up a finger, “which one of us do you mean, Iris?”

“Couldn't I have been talking to all of you?” Iris asked innocently.

“Indeed. We are all of us. And all of us are one.”

“How do you not drive yourself absolutely bonkers, Orion?” Skye retorted in her typically crass way.

“How does anyone find mental clarity amid chaos?”

“Knew you'd answer my question with a question...” She huffed and blew a piece of her blue hair out of her eye.

“Was it not a hypothetical question?”

“Well, let's see... Skye asked, how do you not drive yourself absolutely bonkers, and then Orion asked, how is it that anyone finds mental clarity amid chaos. Then Skye said, knew you'd answer my question with a question. And then-”

“You're an interesting one McNully.” Skye cut him off with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Shall we get back to celebrating Iris joining our Quidditch team?” Orion asked.

“Yeah, it's funny, I just realized that this is the first time I've seen you three together in one place at one time.” Iris smiled, trying to redirect the conversation. Even though there was obvious DO NOT ASK and blinking red lights in his minds eye, Murphy opened his mouth and immediately regretted it.

“And what do you think about that?” What if she answers and says its rotten, smooth move.

But in typical Iris fashion, “I think it's wonderful having all my new Quidditch mates together.”

“Quidditch brings together witches and wizards of all kinds.” Orion told her with a smile that made Murphy want to punch him right in the groin. He was beginning to get a very uncomfortable feeling that perhaps Iris's kind nature and beauty had allured more then just him.

“All kinds for sure.” Skye agreed.

“So we're Quidditch mates. Does this mean you're going to start calling me McNully now?” Murphy asked. Iris completely ignored him and asked,

“So what now? How should we celebrate?”

“With Quidditch of course!” Skye said with a murderous glint in her eye that would strike fear into most people.

“Let us head to the Pitch. It's time for your first official team practice as a chaser at Hogwarts.” Orion told Iris, placing a hand on her shoulder, turning her towards the door. Again the flame of jealous rage burned in Murphy's stomach as he watched Orion snake his arm around her shoulder's.  

He had never had a bad thought or feeling towards Orion, but in that instant he did. What he really wanted to do was reach up, rip Orion's arm off and slap him with his own hand and maybe punch him in the crotch while he was at it so that he doubled over, making them eye level so he could hit him again.

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Murphy made himself at home in the commentators booth with some books and a notepads, he knew this was going to be a long 'special' practice and what Orion had in store. See who could balance on a broom and break the record. He had no idea what good it would do, but he was ready with a stopwatch.

Iris and Skye were both easy to spot on their brooms, Iris's white blonde hair all piled on top of her head in a huge knot and Skye's bright blue hair made the two girls hard to miss. There must have been a joke passed because the high giggling of the two girls picked up on the wind and blew the noise his way.

He looked up and saw they were both still standing on their brooms. He had to admit, it seemed that the two girls were genuinely getting along not just as a mentor and student but as two people who enjoyed one another's company. He smiled as he scratched something down, he felt that Iris would be a good for Skye in the way that perhaps the blonde's less volatile nature could rub off on Skye. He honestly had no idea how Skye was sorted into Gryffindor, she had Slytherin written all over her.

Iris was very easy going, but he had seen her fired up before and he had loved that little wild spark in her. There wasn't much he disliked about her, he knew that eventually something would arise that would make her seem more human to him, something that would grate on his nerves but as it stood she was in his eyes the perfect female.

One thing he had grown to truly admire is that she saw people it seemed by their heart before she saw what they looked like, most people saw the chair before they actually saw Murphy. He also noted that her friend group was very much like a patchwork quilt, full of clashing patterns and colors that somehow all melded together to make something warm and comforting. He knew that Rowan Khana, the girl who wore hand me down clothing, oversized glasses, and always had her nose in a book was her absolute best friend and closest confidant. She was also exceptionally close to Ben Copper, who he knew because they roomed together, a muggleborn who had been afraid of the world had befriended her and she had helped him navigate the world of Wizardry. She had befriended the eldest Weasley, Bill, and every Weasley since, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, which made him wonder if she knew the family and subsequently the other younger Weasley's. She was also friends with the ever popular Penny Haywood, and the trickster twins Tulip and Tonks.

Then there was Barnaby Lee, while he seemed a decent fellow he was awfully dense and Iris had nothing but patience and kindness when it came to him. Andre who he had talked with about quidditch also had nothing but dazzling things to say about the girl, admitting also to Murphy that if he was straight, he would 100% be chasing Iris's skirt. Then there were her friends he knew less about, such as Jae Kim, Badeea Ali, Liz Tuttle, Diego Caplan, Cedric Diggory, Talbot Winger, and Chiara Lobosca. He knew that Liz, Talbot, and Chiara were exceptionally quiet and reserved people and somehow, someway Iris had used that gravitational charm of hers to even pull them out of the rock they had been living under.

These were all people that under normal circumstances would not be friendly with one another let alone actually call themselves friends. The only thing they had in common was the shared friendship and subsequent philia form of love that Iris had flourished in all of them. She was the gravitational center that held them together and she had no idea just how valuable and loved she was. That was what he admired the most about her, he had been charmed by her looks but had fallen for the heart she had. She put everyone else before herself and he knew there were few people that were so self sacrificing as she was.

He was falling in love with the girl, and it was terrifying.

He had nearly worried his lip bloody when he checked the watch and seen they were closing in on nearly 3 hours. It was no surprise that Iris and Skye were the last two left on their brooms.

Iris was the last to loose her footing on the broom and fall, clocking in at 2 hours, 53 minutes, and 4.9 seconds. Perhaps now he could focus on his notes and stats.

Unfortunately, all thought cleared the room when a little enchanted paper bird flew into his commentators box. A note, from Iris, asking for him to meet her in the changing tent in a few minutes.  

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Iris entered the tent after the unorthodox practice session and cracked her neck.

“And now entering the changing room, the new record holder of the broom balancing challenge! Clocking an impressive 2 hours, 53 minutes, and 4.9 seconds... Gryffindor's newest Chaser, Iris Rosewood!” Murphy shouted, and she smiled over at him.

“That's quite the Quidditch introduction to live up to, no pressure.”

“You're on the Quidditch Team, it'll be nothing but pressure from now on.” He joked, “so, what did you want to see me about?”

“I've learned our first house match will be against Slytherin. We've been practicing plenty, but I thought you'd know how to strategise against their team best.”

“I always know best! Direct your attention to my blackboard dearest Iris.” He wanted to slap himself. Dearest Iris, it sounded even cornier then he thought it would.

“There's nothing on it.” Her gentle voice stated.

“Yet. You know how this works, Iris” He picked up his wand and flicked it at the blackboard, drawings, numbers, and patterns coming to life on the black surface. “This is how you defeat Slytherin, but you didn't hear it from me. I'm just the impartial commentator.”

“Oh come on now Murphy,” Iris drawled with a sly grin. “We both know how impartial you are not.” Was she... Was she teasing him? “But, all right, talk me through it.”

“Talk? Perhaps my favorite thing to do!”

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“And so, now you know... That is how you crush Slytherin in the first match.” Iris looked incredibly perplexed as she studied the blackboard.

“Murphy... This is... This is just the Thimblerig Shuffle. You already taught this to me. You watched me try it at practice.” She stated with a pout.

“Right,” he affirmed. “But you haven't tried it in a house match yet. That's where it matters! That's when it will count! That's your true test-”

“The true test of your Thimblerig Shuffle strategy? Or are you testing me personally?” There was a firmness in her voice that alerted him that she was put off by this. He felt a bit sheepish and rubbed his neck.

“Perhaps both? No Pixies will be released, if that helps.”

“I thought I was done being tested once I made the team.”

“You were tested so that you could make the team. But you'll be tested again and again.” he informed her. “Navigating the house alliances and rivalries, the team politics and policies. Just the clash of wills between Skye and Orion alone.”

Iris rolled her eyes and let out a huff as she plopped onto the bench nearby.

“Yeah. I'm starting to see some of that already.”

“Sometimes I'm their mediator... Sometimes the instigator.” He winked.

“That shouldn't surprise anyone.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Listen, Iris, do I believe the Thimblerig Shuffle will throw off Slytherin's defense? Yes. Would I like to see my strategy put to the test? Also yes.” He admitted honestly.

“I came to you for some insight into the competition, Murphy. But to pul off your original strategy in a House match... I'm brand new to the team, I won't be calling the shots.”

“Bingo! That's your test: convincing Orion to give the Thimblerig Shuffle a chance in a house match.” He exclaimed.

“I could give it a try, but Orion could say no.”

“And then you could go rogue and try the strategy anyway. Think of our house!”

“Uhuh.” She gave him an unimpressed look. “I'll go and talk to Orion. You do know you're perhaps the most partial impartial commentator ever.”

“That's what my mum says.” He gave her a wink but he could tell she was stressed and not as receptive to the flirtatious banter.