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katsukikitten · 3 years ago

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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader

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ticklepinions · 3 years ago

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Let's Talk: Tall People

Tall people... You know em, you love em, or maybe hate them because they're so vertically blessed. But how much do you really know about our gentle giants? If we take a look at the animal kindgom, we see that elephants perceive humans the same way humans would regard puppies. In simpler terms, elephants see us as adorable puppers. This is important, because this translates into tall humans seeing shorter humans as cute and adorable lil puppies.

You may be wondering, Onion, what the heck does this have to do with tickling? I'll get to that soon. Did you know there are many perks of being tall? Being the big spoon, reaching things on the top shelf and uh other things I can't think of. What's funny about humans is that we tend to want what we don't have. Those with curly hair sometimes wish they had straight hair and vice versa. It's similar with height. There are cons to being tall like, seldomly being the lil spoon, short ceilings/doorways, lightning would be more likely to hit us in an open field, always being asked if you play basketball and immediately being suggested that you should if the answer was no, etc.

Okay Onion- we get it. Alright you impatient people. When it comes to tickles, tall people don't have more advantages compared to a shorter person, that's what society wants you to believe. This is a guide on how to wreck tall people.

Cuteness Exploitation

You're short and cute. Use that to your advantage. Ask for a simple hug but instead wrap your arms tight against their torso and tickle them.

The Bigger They are the Harder They Fall

Aim for the legs. Can't be tall if your legs are out of the question. You'd need an m-52 chainsaw- oh sorry wrong list. You'll need to latch onto their legs and aim for their thighs, knees, calves and shout TIMBERRRRRRRRRR for comedic purposes.

Piggyback? More like uh... Piggyback

Go on, ask for a piggyback ride. Don't be shy~ Great. They have fallen for your trap. You have access to soooo many tickle spots like the ears, neck, underarms, ribs, sides, back, hips etc. And the best part is, they wouldn't dare hurt lil ole you. There is a rule in Gentle Giant law which states that "no person shorter than us shall be subjected to harm of any kind while in our care". Boom. Can't break the law- So enjoy as your tall person slowly crumples on the floor with you already straddling them, congrats.

I'm the Big Spoon Now

I mean this from the bottom of my heart. Tall people, everywhere, want to be babied. Not necessarily the gugu gaga ooh-la-la want your bad romance, but being cradled as though they were small. Being tall usually means people assume that you're gonna be the bigger spoon. And we say heck no. They've been tall for too long and its gotten to their poor head. Allow them to feel small again and I guarantee they'll love you for life. You just gotta be the big spoon, wrap your arms and legs around them to lull them in a false sense of security. Then boom shackalaka go in for the kill, raspberry that neck, count those ribs, knead those sides, whisper teases in those ticklish ears, go wild. But not too wild.

Stalk Your Prey

This is just a general tip. Most of the time you want to approach from behind and make sure you are crouching as low as possible. Tall people don't like straining their neck muscles too much so you'll be in their blind spot for sure.

⚠Whatever you do, Don't Move⚠

Aw heck. You've been cornered by the very same tall person you wanted to tickle. Have no fear! I have the solution. Stand very very still, science says they cannot sense your presence unless you are moving- Nah I'm kidding, say a quick prayer, manifest some positive vibes or whatever floats your boat because there's no escaping a tall person's wrath. Don't say I didnt warn ya~

#ticklepinion #tickle community #tickle #tickling community #tickling #i should sleep. its 7 am and ive stayed up for what #ignore this trash post #i post trash meme to make up for it... maybe

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realcube · 4 years ago

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hq boys with a short! s/o

characters ♡ tsukishima, ushijima, sakusa & suna

content warning ♡ cursing & mentions of weight

kei tsukishima

♡ ofc he’ll tease you for it what do you expect

♡ on the bright side though, he won’t put in too much effort

♡ like he won’t hold things above your head bc that requires too much energy

♡ but if you tease him or try to correct him, he’ll roll his eyes and be like ‘sorry, i didn’t hear you from all the way up here’ or ‘huh? did the spec of dust say something?’

♡ he just thinks you’re so cute when you’re on the verge of being annoyed bc -contrary to popular believe - he doesn’t get any entertainment from you being genuinely irritated or mad

♡ also, you’re too short for him to use you as an armrest- like he has to hunch over to rest his elbow on your head and that kinda defeats the purpose

♡ he won’t pick you up in public tho- sorry

♡ (unless you are intoxicated/actually need him too)

♡ if you ask him to pick you up just for fun, he’ll smirk and avert his gaze, ‘no.’

♡ uGh but plz don’t go and ask someone else to pick you up- 😩😠

♡ if you walk away from him and try approach kageyama/yamaguchi, he’ll grab you by your wrist and yank you back, ‘fine, get on.’

♡ in private though, he carries you more often

♡ he finds amusement in how you gasp and squeal when he sneaks up behind you, slips his arms under yours and picks you up

♡ ALSO - this is before y’all are dating btw - tsukishima is 100000% the sort of guy to be like ‘geez your hands are really fucking small, how do you even get anything done? 🙄’ in hopes that you’ll get pouty and/or defensive and ask him to compare hand sizes

♡ ^ that is how he flirts

♡ and if you ask him to get something off a high shelf in the supermarket for you, he’ll spare you a glance before saying in a monotone voice, ‘how did you survive before you met me?’

♡ and be sure to keep a close eye on the cart or you’ll end up at the register, loading your item onto the conveyor belt then notice that there is Growmore fertiliser in your trolley

♡ ‘eh? what is this?’ you quirked a brow, confused as to how such an item ended up in your trolley as you didn’t even go to the gardening isle

♡ tsukishima tried his best to repress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he turned his head to examine the item in your hand, ‘oh, i picked it up. i thought you might need it for..y’know.’

♡ then he gestured to your vertical stance or lack there of

wakatoshi ushijima

♡ he unintentionally treats you like a child tbh

♡ like..no matter how strong/powerful you are-

♡ you could literally be able to deadlift more than him yet he’ll still be like ‘:) wow they’re so fragile and delicate, must protecc’

♡ but he still treats you as an equal- if you know what i mean??

♡ bc although he babys you sometimes, he still knows that you are capable of defending yourself and being independent

♡ also, he doesn’t treat you like that bc he thinks less of you due to your appearance or height, he does it bc it’s just the way he expresses affection and shows that he cares for you

♡ that’s how he feels most comfortable being soft around you

♡ anyway, he likes to place his hand on your head when you’re near him, no matter what either of you are doing 🥺

♡ and his hand is v large :o

♡ if he’s talking to his friend and you’re standing next to him, hand on head >:)

♡ standing in line at the supermarket, hand on head >:)

♡ y’all are watching a movie in the living room, hand on head >:)

♡ you don’t remember where this trend really started but you recall him doing it before he even started dating you

♡ he doesn’t know why he does it either, maybe just bc it kinda reminds him of how petite you are compared to him

♡ also he places a kiss on the top of your head before you part ways in the morning :3

♡ omg and one time you stood on the couch and surprised him with a kiss on the head and mans MELTED

♡ ushiwaka.exe stopped working

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he..enjoys intimidating you

♡ like he makes it a point to stand directly in front of you so he has to look down at you and you have to look up at him-

♡ like he really loves to highlight that height difference ✨

♡ also bc he’s above you, his chin is angled pointing straight forwards while his eyes look down at you

♡ his intention was to look hot and nonchalant but it was really just unnerving for you

♡ it made his gaze resemble a glare so you thought he hated you for the longest time

♡ but dw bc he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out-

♡ he doesn’t tease you too often for being short- the most playful thing he’s ever done in regards to your height was that one time he was standing behind you in gym class, waiting patiently for instructions so he started absent-mindedly using the top of your head as a bongo drum

♡ usually he just helps you with tasks

♡like if he’s out shopping with you and you’re looking at something on a high shelf, he’s pretty observant so he’ll notice quickly then grab the item for you

♡ or he’ll keep a firm grip on your hand in bustling areas so you don’t get swept away by the crowd

♡ he genuinely feels bad for you lol

♡ he complains a lot about you fucking up his settings in your shared car though lmao

♡ ‘i could’ve crashed (y/n)-’

♡ ‘that’s your fault for not adjusting the rear view mirror’

♡ ‘i wouldn’t have to adjust anything if your tiny little legs could actually reach the pedals- who gave you your licence?’

rintarō suna

♡ you are his personal armrest

♡ and his cushion

♡ and his pillow

♡ he’s been told he’s short for his position so many times that he forgets that he is actually 6″1

♡ like he must think you are the same height as him or sumn bc he treats you as if he weights the exact same as you

♡ when in reality, he crushes you

♡ he puts most of his weight onto you when he rests his elbows on your head which makes you lose your balance way too often

♡ if you’re sitting on the couch, watching tv or whatever, there is a 99.9% he will approach you and sit on top of you lmao

♡ ‘what we watchin’, babe?’

♡ nothing anymore, since his back has blocked your view of the screen

♡ once you explain to him that he’s so much taller than you and you physically cannot pick him up or carry his weight despite how much you try, he’s pouty for about a week but then he gets over it

♡ he now tries to embrace your height difference

♡ he always wears baggy hoodies when he is at yours so there is enough room for both of you in it :)

♡ honestly he’s ready to give you all of his hoodies if you were to ask lol

♡ he just loves seeing how you are basically drowning in the plush fabric and how cozy you look (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ also his favourite position to sit with you in is where he has his legs crossed and you sit in his lap while he has his arms draped over you shoulders (optional: you slide underneath his hoodie)

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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UP IN SMOKES — DOYOUNG

psych student! kdy | tw. college au, violence, a knife, GASLIGHTING, hallucination, psychosis, swearing, just pure manipulation, minor charac death, there's a court scene, this is a repost! | wc. 10k she a beast

life could’ve been simple;

you shouldn't have met kim doyoung.

what does a freshman in college hate the most other than the high-stress levels of moving into a new dorm? a shitty roomie and a smelly, moldy mattress. the girl you call roommate refuses to help move the mattress because it will ruin her new manicure. what a fucking classic.

"sounds like a 'you' problem. figure it out yourself, plain jane."

she said before heading out, annoyingly popping her bubblegum as she kicks a few of your scattered boxes by the front door. you roll your eyes; classes haven't even started yet, so why is she already making your life miserable? as much as you'd like to snap at her, you don't, merely glaring daggers at her back as she finally turns the corner of the hallway and disappears.

"bitch," you mutter under your breath.

you eye the abomination that is supposed to be your bed, cursing how you shouldn't have made a 15-minute pit stop to starbucks for a drink when you could've just bought one from the instant coffee vending machines in every corner of the hallway of this dorm building because if you didn't, maybe you could've beaten regina george wannabe from taking the better bed. sighing, you suck it up and start getting to work. life's full of shit, anyway; no point sulking.

moving a moldy mattress is easier than you thought, to say the least. you can't ask for help from the other freshmen you bumped into in the hallway because they, too, are under a huge amount of stress from the move and are busy getting their affairs in order. it was a good thing, though, that a committee was formed specifically for this day to help out the freshmen if they were to stumble upon problems or mishaps with moving in. they were all around the campus, and they prove to be way friendlier than your batch mates. since this morning, three people have already offered help in carrying your luggage — which you have politely declined.

"hey, uhm… is this the stall for the welcoming committee? oh, wait. i'm sorry, there's a sign right there —"ugh.

you mentally shut your eyes in humiliation. why do you have to be this bad, this awkward at communicating with strangers? why couldn't you be born like all those socialites who already (probably) got their contacts filled with new numbers on the first day of school or something?

"yeah, this is them — welcoming committee, i mean. how can i help you?" he smiles, sweet, radiating the epitome boy next door aura as he looks up at you from where he's sitting behind the stall. your eyes quickly land onto the name tag stuck on his varsity jacket before meeting his eyes again.

"i have an issue with my mattress. it has mold, you see..." your voice slowly trails, becoming quieter as you feel small under the weight of his piercing stare. oh, come on. he's just a guy with a beautiful face, woman the fuck up.

"really? let me see..."

he needn't finish rounding the stall when his nose is hit by the pungent smell brought forth by your mattress. frankly, you weren't that picky. you could've covered it with bedsheets and call it a day, but the odor is too strong to ignore. you mentally hope the smell didn't latch onto your clothes, especially not when someone so cute is around — what a bad first impression.

"oh, god!" he exclaims the moment he lays eyes on it, taking a step back. “now, that has to go. and you lugged it from the fourth floor?"

ah, yes. according to tradition in these dormitories, which you've only found out today, freshmen get the curse of climbing four flights of stairs up while the seniors strut into their rooms on the ground floor like the hallway is a goddamned runway.

"doyoung! help me carry these!"

someone calls his name as you both turn your head to spot a chestnut-haired girl clad in the same varsity jacket he's wearing. you grimace at the sight of her. for someone so small, she just had to volunteer to carry all those heavy bags. however, he doesn't move in front of you and brushes her off as if she doesn't look like she's carrying rocks over her shoulders. "i'm already helping someone else! go find taeyong or something. i'm sure that shit's loitering around here somewhere!"

"oh, it's okay, you can go help her. i'll just look for someone else —"

"nah, it's fine!" you try hard to school your face into indifference when you notice his gummy smile. "plus… trust me when i say no other person from the committee will help you with this. this shit smells like my roommate's sweaty basketball socks!"

you can't help the smile forming on your face as you help him carry the mattress off to the side of the hallway, the stinky thing leaning vertically against the wall and behind a huge terracotta plant pot. "don't worry, let's report it to student affairs so they'll get you a new one. congrats! you'll have to share beds with your new roommate tonight, freshie. it'd be a great ice breaker."

the universe truly hates you.

your expression must've been a dead give away because he's suddenly patting your shoulder, regarding you with utmost sympathy. "been there, done that. i hated taeyong, too, when i met him last year. still, for some mind fuck of a miracle, we've grown to be friends and developed a talent of not wanting to kill each other every two seconds."

"highly doubt i'd be friends with a regina george-level bitch, but thanks, anyway," you mutter under your breath. suddenly, you whip your head towards him after internalizing what he just said. "you met your roommate last year? you're a sophomore?"

he scoffs, leaning down to your height to lowly mutter against your ear as he eyes the lobby's front desk. "why? do i look like some 4th year who radiates 'don't touch me' energy?"

you feel the heat on your cheeks with how close he is, only releasing an exhale when he finally gets out of your personal space. "i'm kim doyoung. you've heard it from wendy earlier, but anyway — i'm a 2nd-year psych major."

"no way!" you exclaim, a little too excited. "i'm taking psych, too!"

"oh, you are? well, if you need anything or if you don't understand stuff…" he winks. "feel free to approach me anytime."

hmm… how sweet of him.

it was only hours later that you found out who kim doyoung is in your department during the acquaintance party. and for god's sake, you found out from your best friend who is a major in english lit and has never even seen the guy. "seriously, you didn't know he's a genius? i hear the professors call him a prodigy, girl! a fucking prodigy. if i were you, i'd ask for his help in every subject."

"you know i prefer keeping to myself. how'd i know stuff like that when i have no one to talk to in the psych dorms?" you look down, making the ice cubes in your drink clink against each other. "i didn't think he was this big shot or whatever. he looks normal, and everyone treats him normally."

"well, what do you expect?" she hisses, hitting your arm. "the other students don't want to make him feel alienated or something just because he's tons smarter than them. but anyway… the real question is…"

you roll your eyes when she pauses for effect, tentatively leaning closer to whisper under her breath.

"is he cute?"

you didn't want to answer her question, but he's been stuck in your head since he offered walking with you to the student affairs office. doyoung had smiled his cute gummy smile and had even ruffled your hair before leaving you for committee duties — saying he's cute would be an understatement.

"you have no idea."

for his first act;

he gains your trust.

fast forward to one year, many things have changed, but the only constant remaining is the handsome sophomore — who is now a 3rd-year, by the way — whom you've met on your first day. coursework has been pretty tough this year. instead of the content written in your textbook, your mind is plagued by the horrible twist of fate your best friend had encountered; she didn't have enemies. or so you thought.

she disappeared in the middle of christmas break last year. her beaten up body was found only a month later, in january, floating around the university's lake. happy fucking new year.

the first time she chose to spend the holidays with you instead of her family back in her hometown, and that happens? some rotten luck you both have. it's why you didn't put it past her family to hate your guts with strong convictions. it's okay. the feeling's mutual. after all, it had been your best friends' own family, the same ones who had been so willing to take you in when you got kicked out, that were so eager to pin you as the murderer of their child. all under the argument that you have been the last person seen with her.

oh, the things her mom said about you when she had stormed into the police station, red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks..."i warned my baby not to hang out with that — that bitch. came straight out of a cursed family, that one. abusive dad, a nutjob mom. that bitch is a danger! probably got her dad's nasty temper and beat my baby to death! i want her on the electric chair!"

in those times, you once again realize this world is fucked up and cruel in every bit of its glory as you fought tooth and nail to defend yourself. but even then, they never believed you — the law will only favor the rich . the prosecution had been so sure it was you until a certain witness appeared and presented himself before the jury.

"do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

doyoung raises his right hand, fixing his stare straight at the judge. "i solemnly and sincerely declare that the evidence i shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"how long have you known the defendant?" the prosecutor asks, arms crossed in front of her chest as she paces in front of the witness stand.

the boy briefly meets your gaze, and it's enough to make his heart sink. doyoung can't bear seeing you in those grey overalls when he knows it himself. you're being accused of a crime you didn't commit. "i've known her for one year."

"how'd you meet?"

and the questions went on and on; your defense attorney isn't all too keen on winning the case and had never once yelled "objection!" in her seat, but what could you expect? all the evidence kept stacking against you, and some of those you knew were even fabricated. you've never felt this hopeless in your whole twenty years of living.

"what's the point in this, anyway?" doyoung snapped in the witness stand, fiercely glaring at the prosecutor. "how is my history — or lack thereof — with the defendant any relevant to the case? you're not even asking me about evidence nor what my statement is!"

"easy there," the prosecutor retaliates, jaw locked. "i have to first measure what exactly your relationship is with the defendant for us to think twice about your statement. who knows..." the prosecutor makes a grand gesture of turning her head in your direction, affixing you with a condescending stare. "she might've just hired you to say these things."

your attorney doesn't come to your aid.

"perjury isn't my thing."

the prosecutor seems to have taken offense by the tone of doyoung's voice, but he doesn't let her speak further. "the victim isn't all sunshine and rainbows, you know. she'd been a part of a sorority and one with quite a nasty reputation in the college, too. i have to say she made very poor decisions, ones i'm sure her family didn't even know about. you see, they take their oaths and pledges very seriously. the victim wanted out. they didn't like that."

"and you have evidence to support this claim?"

without a moment to waste, he digs around the front pocket of his jeans before proudly presenting a black usb between his slender fingers. "knock yourself out."

the professor calls your name, snapping you out of your reverie. this isn't the first time your mind had transported you back to that particular day in the courtroom, where doyoung had swooped in and saved you from a lifetime in prison. the whole ordeal had been so scary, so frightening that you remember everything vividly as if it had only happened yesterday.

the classroom is empty. even your social psych professor has long packed up his stuff and is already standing by the classroom door. damn. were you that out of it?

"i'm so sorry." you mutter under your breath monotonously as you walk past him and out the door without another word. this is bad, very bad. no one would help, much less lend their notes to someone charged with murder — especially of their very own best friend. whether you were innocent or not doesn't matter to the student body. you've been ostracized, gossips of your problematic family spreading like wildfire, and the ridiculous part is only a fourth of the gossips are true.

the damage is done.

at this point, you realize with a heavy heart that you have to face doyoung again sooner or later. you haven't talked to him at all since the start of the new school year, ignoring his lighthearted greetings in the hallways, rejecting his calls, ghosting his texts. you are afraid people would judge him harshly for hanging around you. frankly, you were embarrassed to ask any more favors from him with how much he's done for you already and the fact that he had seen you in such a state of vulnerability.

but you also didn't want to fail your subjects and lose the one thing holding your life together — your scholarship.

that is why you found yourself standing before him, in his favorite spot in the library tucked behind shelves upon shelves of books, next to the windows overlooking the empty football field. he's wearing black-rimmed glasses and is clad in the usual navy blue sweater as his head turns to and fro between a textbook and his notebook. the air had been so silent, you hear the aggressive scratches his pencil makes against the paper.

you feel a little hurt when he makes no move to acknowledge your presence, but you think back to what you have been doing and figured he has a right to act this way.

"hey, doyoung." your voice is meek, hesitant.

"if you're not here to explain nor give me an acceptable reason why you've been ignoring me for the last few months, then please get out of my sight. i'm busy, as you can tell." he is brutally honest, knocking down the remaining hope you have left of ever reconciling with him.

something within you snaps, the steady streams of tears running down your cheeks as you pinned your stare on doyoung's open pencil case lying on the table. you have nobody left. your family — father, specifically speaking — has disowned you for taking a course your heart wanted, and the one friend you have lies motionless in a white coffin buried six feet under the ground. you didn't want to lose doyoung, too, no matter what role he plays in your life.

"i'm sorry," your voice cracks. "life's been… fucking shitty, and i'm sure you of all people know what i've been through. i've thanked you before for — for what you did, and i'm thanking you again right now but — i'm sorry, i'm really —"

your voice cracks when you feel him pulling you into an embrace. you feel the tension in your body breaking loose as you crumble in his arms. all those months grieving and wallowing in self-pity took such a heavy toll that you can't help but tightly clutch the sides of his hoodie, scared he'll slip through your fingers.

one of his hands comes up to push your face against the crook of his neck, muffling your cries in the silent library. doyoung felt like a jerk for snapping at you the way he did. how inconsiderate can he be? however, he felt elated because you sought him out yourself and wanted his help of all people.

his eyebrow raises in amusement.

well, not that you have a choice, anyway.

it took you a few good minutes to calm down, cringing when you see the wet patch on doyoung's sweater because of your tears.

"why don't you tell me everything, hmm? i'll help you as much as i can."

you sheepishly look down, fiddling with your fingers as you sit across him, the open textbook and notebook before him long forgotten. "well, i've been so out of it lately? my mind's just a whole bloody mess and i can't focus on any of my subjects at all and if i can't, then i'll lose the scholarship and it's the only thing i have in my life right now —"

"hey," doyoung cuts you off, placing a warm hand against your forearm to calm you down. "you won't lose that scholarship. trust me, okay? why don't we arrange tutoring sessions and i'll even lend you some of my notes from last year. what do you think?"

"okay... thank you, doyoung."

"for the record, you have me in your life, too. i'll always be here for you."

in the first session, you woke up from your deep slumber with only 15 minutes to spare from the scheduled time, but thankfully, your tutor only lives one floor down with the rest of the 3rd-years. bringing nothing with you but a pen and a pad of paper, your textbooks were destroyed as some students from your batch thought it'd be fun to throw them into the lake to "honor" your friend.

you offer a small smile when taeyong opens the door, sporting an oversized shirt and track pants, eyes wide in shock when he sees you. "hi? can i help you?"

"hello! i'm here for doyoung. he's tutoring —"

"he doesn't live here anymore. his mom bought him a place outside the campus."

what?

"i'm sorry for disturbing you, then. do you by any chance know where he lives?"

that's weird. doyoung never mentioned he's already moved out. you feel a wee bit irritated that he forgot to tell you; it would've saved you the embarrassment of interacting with the varsity player. you weren't stupid, you can see the hints of repulsion in taeyong's eyes the moment he opened that door and saw you standing before him, no doubt thinking about: oh, look, it's the crazy murderer with a fucked up family standing in front of me.

he had shut the door in your face. you stood awkwardly for a good minute in the hallway until the door reopens, taeyong handing you a small piece of paper with doyoung's new address scribbled hurriedly in black ink. he doesn't give you a chance to thank him for he's already closed the door again without another word.

you opted walking to his place instead of catching a ride because the money you have on you is enough to buy yourself dinner. to say the least, the apartment building is mediocre, not too grand, nor is it too rundown. double-checking the floor level written on the paper before pushing the elevator's button, you then realize doyoung lives on the very top floor of the building.

the hallways are painted a boring brown. some acrylic number signs plastered on the doors are broken, hanging vertically with one screw left. it says on the paper he resides in room 720. taking the right hallway, you mentally count as you eye the mahogany doors. 718… 719… there it is!

when you raise a fist to start knocking on his door, there is a tinge of hesitation surging through you. perhaps being alone with a boy in his apartment is not the best setting for a girl like you should end up in, but this is doyoung we're talking about. if he had ill intentions for you, it would've manifested a long time ago. you shake your head, feeling bad for thinking of him that way as you slowly knock on his front door. not long after, it swings open, revealing the 3rd-year in a white shirt and boxers as he lazily dries his hair off with a small towel.

"you're late," is the first thing he says to you before spinning on his heel to disappear further into his humble abode.

"you didn't exactly inform me you've moved out of the dorms. so, whose fault is it?" you retaliate, inviting yourself in and closing the front door shut.

"whatever. let's get started!" he plops himself on the floor, coffee table filled with loose papers as he struggles to find a specific one amongst the mess. "i've already scanned, exported to pdf, and emailed you my notes. it should be in your inbox by now. anyway, answer this quiz i made so i know what i'll be working on."

"you didn't really have to send your notes, doyoung. i could've just read everything from the textbook," you sit down across from him because otherwise, you'll be too distracted to remember information.

a thought crosses his mind. with what textbook?

"i just think it's missing some essence. that's why i love reading over other psych books in the library for fun. be grateful, those notes are like my babies and i don't simply give them to anyone," he looks at you pointedly. "they've all been summarized and explained in layman's terms so you wouldn't have to spend grueling hours of reading and trying to make sense of the big words as i did — i know that's not the definition of 'fun' normally, but it is for me, and that's why i do it."

"okay, doyoung. you sound so defensive when there's nothing to be defensive about," you tease, feeling pleased with the hint of red on his cheeks as he averts his gaze from yours, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

you spent the following tuesdays, thursdays, and sundays like that; hours upon hours with no one but your tutor, laptops with tangled chargers, a printed copy of his babies, and a mountain pile of loose papers filled with the specialized quizzes doyoung makes to measure your progress. the location varies from a cafe or his flat. but in what you've gathered from the time you spent with him, doyoung's a homebody. cafe tutor sessions are rare, and he always complained about how "noisy" the atmosphere was — "i can't stand it."

but the conversation hadn't always been about academics.

sure, for the first few sessions, doyoung kept an image of professionalism and had heavily insisted on it — "it's for your learning experience!" — despite your lighthearted teasing. but as time passed and he eventually grew more comfortable in your presence, you find the strict 15-minute break he had initially imposed between 45 minutes of studying turned into hours of talking about whatever; how he likes his eggs in the morning, your favorite coffee brew, his favorite show, your strongest pet peeve.

and you wholly welcomed the change, not minding that it's practically dark out whenever you go back to your miserable dorm. you feel butterflies in your stomach whenever doyoung offers to walk you home but never had you taken his offer, still cautious of other people seeing you both together despite his constant reassurances. you've already thoroughly ruined your image. you didn't want to ruin his, too.

kdy the cute tutor, 2:14 pm —last day of midterms! & its all majors today —good luck —remember what i taught u —lets get ice cream after u cant say no

you shake your head bemusedly. his texting style is the most doyoung thing he does and it's as if you can hear him say these things to you in real life. too caught up in your own world, you fail to detect another student sitting next to you and had nearly fallen off your chair in shock when they spoke.

"why are your notes like that?"

you fight the urge to glare at the person, especially when you turn your head and see lee jeno looking at you in genuine curiosity. he's the only batchmate that treats you a wee bit nicer among the rest. although he isn't technically your friend, at least he doesn't look at you like you're a piece of bubblegum stuck under his shoe like all the others.

"what do you mean?"

"they're… the definitions are all jumbled up. where did you even get that?"

what? jumbled up? doyoung himself said these notes are a combination of most of the psychology books he had read last year concerning his subjects. how would it be jumbled up? then again, lee jeno was not tutored by the prodigy himself. maybe things are bound to seem "jumbled up" when information is too great to understand for a feeble mind.

just as you were about to claim these notes aren't yours, the professor has already waltzed into the classroom with a thick wad of papers — the exams. after one last concerned glance directed your way, jeno averts his gaze with a confused tilt of the head.

hours later, you walk out of the classroom with the biggest smile on your face. aced it, you thought. your hands feel numb with how much you wrote on the essay portion but it's worth it if it meant you get the full 25 points, which you no doubt will as it was a topic you surely tackled with doyoung. speaking of... he sure is a man of his word.

"what are you doing here?" you hiss, head ducked with hair framing your face as to not draw attention from the rest of the students filing out of the testing hall.

"i texted you that we're getting ice cream. remember?"

"i did. but i didn't remember agreeing."

he shoots you a comforting smile, planting his hands firmly on your shoulder. “i told you, y/n. i don't care if they all see us together, so what? we all know you didn't commit that crime and it wasn't your fault you were born into the family you had. i don't care about the trivial things, baby, so don't shy away from me, okay?"

how the fuck can you say 'no' when he's looking at you the way he is as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear? doyoung's just so bewitching that he has you wrapped around his slender fingers. he seems pleased when you stumbled over your words as you come up with a reply, caught off guard by his bold gestures.

"i just — you, uhh — fine..." you gave in, rolling your eyes out of pretense.

he just had to call you 'baby' and erupt the butterflies in your stomach.

it had been doing that for the last few months now and it had only truly manifested today when he took you out for ice cream to celebrate the end of hell week. and since you didn't want to go back to your dorm yet, you asked if you guys can watch some movies in his house but it had simply become background noise to your heart-to-heart talks. and what better accompaniment than the classic, chicken and beer?

you listen to him drone on and on about the little realizations he had on some of his past lectures even when you barely understood anything he's saying. doyoung's so lucky to be extremely good at something he's so passionate about, talks about the human mind and the complexity of a person's behavior will never fail to make his eyes light up in interest.

he calls out your name.

your eyes snap open.

"why don't we get you home? it's past 10 and it's alright, stupid, you don't need to pretend to be interested in my psychological findings." he chuckled light-heartedly, stealing the can of the now room-temperature beer from your hands before you can protest.

"i wasn't dozing off, i swear."

"i caught you in the act. stop lying."

like all the other times he has you as his guest, doyoung once again offers to walk you home and you decline for the thousandth time. it really isn't that much of a long walk anyway. you don't see the need for him to go out of his way to secure your safety. plus, you were the one who insisted on hanging out in his house anyway. you weren't that thick-skinned to let him take you home, too.

"you're drunk!" he scolds.

“no, i’m not. i can perfectly handle myself."

"but —"

"bye!"

you feel a little guilty for shutting the door in his face. still, a minute longer of his persistence and you would've taken his offer. unfortunately for doyoung, you are one stubborn girl. only if you don't make brisk movements with your head, then you won't see doubles. you'll be fine, it's just a quick walk and it's not as if you're stupid enough to pass by deserted alleys.

but you had underestimated the divine prowess of your fucked up fate.

everything happened in a matter of three seconds; one, the blinding headlights illuminate your path from behind; two, you hear the loud honk, and as you turn around — three, the vehicle sends you rolling against the asphalt.

you should have taken the alleyways.

for his second act;

he alters your reality.

when you open your eyes, you thought you were dead and your spirit is wandering elsewhere — because you don't believe in trivial things like heaven and god — until an agitated doyoung comes into view. for a split second, you thought, is he dead, too?

"i'm not dead, you idiot." too dazed, you hardly register his anger. "i can perfectly handle myself, she said. i'm not drunk, she said. this wouldn't have happened if you had simply let me walk you home! you're damn fucking lucky you're alive and breathing right now!"

a person clears their throat.

"i don't think it wise to… nag at the patient the moment she wakes. don't you agree, sir?"

pink splotches on doyoung's cheek as he looks down, embarrassed at getting scolded as he stands closer to your bed. "i'm sorry, doc."

you didn't know when your vision cleared or when you started hearing normally again, but it was enough to find out what exactly had transpired on the very night of your tragic accident. a hit and run. fifty-fifty chance of surviving. doyoung getting a call from the hospital in the middle of the night —"they were trying to contact your dad, but he wasn't answering. i was the last person in your call history."

six months in a coma. but today, you wake… only to find out your world has crashed and burned.

"what do you mean i lost my scholarship?"

"baby, listen to me —"

"why did they take it away? is it because of my accident? i'm behind by one term only and i swear i can catch up. they need to let me back in the program. there must've been some mistake —"

"your gpa didn't reach the cut-off grade."

that can't be possible.

"but you tutored me!" you claim with conviction, pointing an accusatory finger at him until you groan, bowing in pain as you clutch your head.

doyoung springs into action. the chair's legs screech against the tiles as he jumps to your aid, ushering you gently back against the hospital bed despite your refusal. "you're not well. lay back down, please."

you don't hear a single word he says, not when you had lost something so crucial. "i put in the effort and learned everything you taught me... i aced those fucking mid-terms! i know i did!" you were on the brink of tearing up as doyoung settled himself in front of you.

"i… i actually saw your papers," his lips set in a thin, hard-line. "everything was all wrong, sweetheart. what happened to you? i tried reasoning with the professors, mentioned your state — you know, with your best friend dying — but they didn't relent. i'm sorry y/n. i'm so —"

gone. everything is gone. the money. the dorm. what if they ask you to pay the fees from last year? what if they ask you to pay the tuition fee for this year? you have no money, no family, no relatives. no one to help. who's even going to pay for the hospital fees?

you weren't able to process anything after that. not with the sudden news of your now revoked scholarship. doyoung pulls you in a tight hug. "i was a bad tutor," he says, snapping you out of it. "maybe i shouldn't have pushed you that hard to learn them. why were your answers even mixed up y/n? i thought you knew those topics already…"

he pulls away, observing your confused state as your eyes dart everywhere in the room. "what — how are they mixed up? i know i got them right. there has to be some mistake. you taught me those topics, remember?"

"i did... "he averts his gaze. "but i don't remember teaching them to you mixed up, darling. i think you did that all on your own."

"but… why would i mix up my answers? that's —"

"see, what i mean?" he cuts you off, raising a hand to give your cheek the most delicate caress. "you're not well, baby. you need to be treated, especially with how much you hit your head during the accident. don't worry, i'm here. we'll try asking if you can stay in the dorms at least until you find another place —"

"am i a charity case to you?"

oh, the surprise on the junior's face when you push him away as you pin him with a hard stare. you just don't get it. why is kim doyoung so adamant about helping you? in becoming your hero, even when you never asked him to be? if you let him help you this time around, that'll be the 3rd time he came to save your ass. it's not as if you're ungrateful. simply, you've had enough of his help. you don't know how a person like you, who literally has nothing, can return the favor to someone like doyoung.

"what are you saying —"

"i'm saying…" you fix him a hard stare. "you helping me out doesn't even benefit you in the slightest. so why do you do it?"

he pauses, staring at you with hesitance in his eyes as this seems to be the very first time you've truly seen him speechless. when doyoung opens his mouth, he mumbles, and you hardly make sense of what he said.

"do you really want to know why?"

you urge him on with an arched eyebrow, his softened tone creeping into your heart.

"you're someone special to me y/n. i don't know how or when i admitted it to myself, but you are, and it hurts me to see how shitty your luck is," he cracks a small grin, slowly settling back onto the hospital bed as he grabs your hand. "it's okay to seek help from others. it isn't a sign of vulnerability or weakness. i help you because i want to, and i'm more than willing to take care of you. will you let me?"

you're not blind. you've noticed the way he had slowly started coming closer as he continued to speak, hands held securely in his as he looked straight at your eyes then down at your lips. and so, you act in a way you know that will surely answer his question — with a kiss.

the man before you immediately reciprocates, overpowering your own eagerness as he curls the tips of his fingers into the roots of your hair. he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest. you can taste his desperation in the way his tongue dances against yours, the kiss transporting you into an alternate reality where your world revolves around doyoung and doyoung alone.

when he pulls away bleary-eyed, both of you ignore the thin strand of saliva connecting your lips. "how about you come live with me for the time being, my love?"

still high off his kiss and natural scent, you hardly mull over the question he asks you. "okay."

days later, after you've been discharged (he wanted to chip in for your hospital bills but you had given him a firm no), doyoung had been the one to show up at the dorm to collect all your things after leaving you in his apartment. the cutie had refused to simply drop you off and had deliberately accompanied you up the elevator, through the halls, and finally into his apartment.

"i'll be out for just a minute, sugarcube."

"oh, can you get take out?"

doyoung had smiled, playfully booping the tip of your nose. "no, because i'll be cooking for us tonight as a little celebration for you getting discharged. you'll love it; i'm making your favorite!"

it was funny how the night had been nothing but utter bliss. the foreign feeling of being taken care of sprouting in your chest as you watch him cooking from behind the counter. it felt… nice. but funny enough, as if doing a 360, you both had immediately gotten into an argument the next day.

"i don't see the need for skipping another day if i feel perfectly fine! i'll figure something out once we get there, doyoung, so can we just —"

"you' re not fine, babylove — hell, you got discharged yesterday! i'm not just about to let you back into the arena with those students. they've only grown more immature since your coma, love. i seriously don't want you near them."

"fine! then i won't talk to them. simple." you throw your hands up. "there. problem solved. now, can we please just go to uni? i need to talk to the dean and the head of student affairs, too —"

"i'm going to uni, not you."

maybe it had been the way he firmly stated his claim, the way his eyes pierced through your soul as if daring you to argue further with him that made you snap.

"i'm not a prisoner in this apartment, doyoung! don't treat me like i have the plague! i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself — jesus christ, i've been doing it nearly half my fucking life!"

too caught up in your anger, you've failed to notice the tears pouring down his face as he sets his gaze on the floor.

"you're right," his voice cracks. "i shouldn't be pushy like that. i'm sorry. you just mean so much to me and i'm so scared of losing you again. with your coma — i just — it's like i was fighting a losing battle each day that passed when i saw you in that hospital bed. i've never felt so scared in my whole life and i hated myself for not being able to protect you that night."

his tears run like waterfalls, and when you step forward with your arms wide open, doyoung sobs harder as he pulls you against him. you hardly comprehend what he says as he spoke, shaking against your frail body as you felt his tears stain your blouse. "i'm sorry, i never should've dictated what you felt — i'm so sorry."

"no, it's okay. i was feeling a little lightheaded, anyway. i'll stay here and i can come back to school next semester, right? doyoung? just… please stop crying."

he lifts his head, staring at you with bloodshot eyes before giving your forehead a kiss. you let a relieved sigh escape your lips, melting into his warmth as you prop your chin on his shoulder. if you had only been more attentive, you would've seen the reflection of his wicked grin on the tabletops. too easy.

living with him became a blur after that incident. everything fell into a routine for the next four days as you spent the day watching netflix, eating, reading, sleeping. nothing felt fun anymore. but your peaceful life had ceased during the fifth night — the whispers, they woke you up. you can hear them from behind your door at night, and when you rouse awake, you see doyoung walking around the hallway from the tiny gap at the bottom of the door. you had sighed, falling back into your plush bed as you pray to god, he keeps it down.

but what he told you the next day rendered you speechless. "me, walking around the hallways? whispers?" he says, confused. "i was already asleep, love. knocked out cold the moment my body fell on the bed."

"but…"

he doesn't spare you a glance as he takes his sweet time skimming through his notes on the dining table, coffee in one hand. "maybe it's just the meds kicking in."

"no, surely it was real! i literally woke up in the middle of the night," you repeat. "it's okay if it was you, doyoung. i'm not mad."

he sets his coffee mug down a little too loud.

"well, you can't be mad at me, sugar, because like i said — it wasn't me," it doesn't take a genius to notice he's awfully cranky today. you observe him, dark half-moons under his eyes as he relentlessly reads his notes with instant coffee in one hand.

"you're just imagining things, okay? stop acting crazy."

for some reason, the way he had uttered certain words like 'imagining' and 'crazy' made you curl into your seat in embarrassment. he was right that your doctor did prescribe a generous amount of pills per day, but his tone made it feel off, made you feel like there was something wrong with you even when there wasn't…

right?

you didn't say a word after that and had hesitantly pecked him on the cheek before he left for school. with the amount of time you're with him, two things stood out to you — his keen sense of observation and his knack for reading people. you highly doubt he didn't notice a shift in your behavior but a part of you thinks it's just the stress talking. he is about to take his finals and had recently started on his research paper.

every psych student is required to present a paper in accordance with the department's annual theme. it could be anything from proposing a theory (if you dare) to constructing a well-developed psychology model. if you don't turn one in, you don't graduate — the paper's that important, and you've been bugging him for so long about sneaking a peek on what his study is about. but he always refused.

the next week came rolling around, and both of you had been spending every day together due to the semestral break. the arguments have significantly lessened, but your episodes — eventually, you started calling it that way because that's how doyoung labels it — have only gotten worse. you end up moving out of the guest room and into his. privacy be damned. the whispers stopped momentarily but what came next became your imminent downfall.

the first time you heard it, you thought you were dreaming. but the doorknob kept rattling aggressively even as you sat up. just as you climb off the bed, your half-asleep boyfriend asks where you're going.

"bathroom," you lied.

you were always the one to snort when it comes to the supernatural, claiming it's all bullshit. yet, as whatever outside continues to fight its way inside the room, the rattling progressing into loud bangs against the door, you're not so sure of your beliefs anymore. you're not crazy. nothing is wrong with you, and you're perfectly fine. this apartment is cursed, and you are going to prove that to doyoung.

grabbing your phone from the bedside table, you turn the flash on, pointing the camera at the door as you take a footage of the mad entity that has been playing games with you. a squeal escapes your lips when a particular bang! reverberates louder in the room than all the others. the phone slips your hand, falling onto the floorboards. you don't bother to retrieve it as you scramble to get yourself back under the blanket and into doyoung's comfortable warmth.

you snuggle yourself plush against his chest, shaking as you wrap your arms around his waist, inhaling his natural scent to anchor you back.

bang! bang! bang!

you didn't get a wink of sleep last night.

"can't the video wait? there's a new episode of start-up, and i want to watch it already!" he whines, shoving his face further on the throw pillow situated on your lap.

you giggle, shaking your head as you scroll through your gallery to find the video. i'm not imagining things. i'm not hallucinating. i'm not crazy. "here! watch... i'm telling you this apartment is haunted, and the ghost probably likes you, which is why it doesn't bother you —"

your lighthearted rambling cuts off when you notice no sound emitting from your phone. weird. you could've sworn you started recording right when the loud banging has already started. your heart drops upon the wary stare doyoung shoots you before he continues to watch the video.

no, no, no, no — please!

you quickly scoot over to his side, watching as the video unfolds before your very eyes. the shot was messy as the phone was handheld, not to mention you were panicking at the time. but the video is silent. not a single noise of a rattling doorknob or banging on the door can be heard through your phone's speakers.

"maybe — maybe you didn't turn the volume up?"

you hardly contain the mortification in your face when you realize the volume's at 100 already. and as if on cue, your squeal is heard in the video and the noise of the phone hitting the floor.

doyoung's silence shakes your whole being. as you kneel before him teary-eyed, your voice breaks. "i swear, i'm not crazy."

but at this point, you don't believe yourself anymore.

for his third and final act;

he triumphs.

his deprivation began in minuscule ripples.

it didn't take much effort on doyoung's end to convince you to stop studying for a year or two, at least, only until your hallucinations aren't as severe anymore. everyday felt like hell on earth as the fine line between what's real and what isn't has blurred over one too many times. in sheer paranoia of accidentally hurting him in his sleep, you moved out of his bedroom and had started sleeping in the guest room again — much to doyoung's frustration.

but he's a smart man, one that recognizes an opportunity amidst the hurdles thrown on his path.

"why does my door need a lock outside again?"

he approaches you, who’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, after screwing in the last of the screws that came with the new doorknob. doyoung is familiar with the look written on your face, has observed and studied you enough to navigate his way inside your pretty little head with ease.

he can't have you doubting him, can he?

"you know i'm all about protecting you, right?" he starts. you nodded. "i've been doing it for a year now, and i will continue to do so until you need me to. the world is a bad place, sweetheart, remember? your own best friend's mother tried framing you. your dad disowned you. you've been ostracized in the whole college... do you think i'm just like the rest of them, baby?"

doyoung has already mastered the perfect expression of a kicked-puppy, one that easily pulls at your heartstrings and has you cooing at him.

"no!" you say with conviction, reaching forward to thread your fingers through his. "i know you're different, not like any of them at all. i know you're only doing what's… best for me."

he ignores the underlying hesitance in your tone. that will be corrected, sooner or later.

doyoung tightens his hold as he kisses the back of your hand. such an innocent gesture — but such ill intentions.

"the outside lock helps me in protecting you, love. you don't need to worry about anything. just focus on getting better, alright? i'll keep the bad guys away from you."

it was during his first semester of senior year, a few months back, doyoung and a good few students of his batch had been granted the opportunity to intern for a mental hospital located near the edge of the city. he was supposed to decline the offer but you convinced him to take the spot. it had only been a two-week “job” yet it was enough for doyoung to conclude — he’d rather kill you than subject you to the horrors of what the patients have to go through in the loony bin.

eventually, the small ripples shift into unforgiving waves, dragging you into the depths as everything comes crashing down before your very own eyes.

it should have been like any other day inside the apartment. doyoung's already gone in the morning to attend classes. though not before setting a tray of your brunch on the nightstand, making sure to lock your door on his way out. he knew your nightmares and anxiety kept you up at night, resulting in longer hours of sleep during the day.

turns out, you moving out of his bedroom had been a blessing in disguise. coming home to an empty apartment has become his biggest fear yet, and you unconsciously found a solution for him. one that doesn’t have him fidgeting on his seat as he counts down the minutes ‘til he’s back by your side.

doyoung smiles unconsciously as he listens to his professor drone on and on in front of him — his mind at peace, knowing you're safe and sound in your little prison.

until he received a text that made his blood run cold.

ty, 11:34 am —im done.

meanwhile, you rouse awake once more to thunderous poundings against your bedroom door. oh no, you thought. it's happening again. this time, there'll be no doyoung barging into your room, half-asleep and hair messy, as he tries to calm you down. you throw the blankets over you as you sob, hugging your legs against your chest as you try to 'wake yourself up' from the hallucination.

the person outside calls for your name, the desperation in their tone alighting a new-found fear in your heart. you don't know what's real anymore. is this truly happening, or is it another hallucination your fucked up mind has conjured up?

"please! it's taeyong! y/n, can you hear me?"

taeyong?

slowly, your head peaks above the blanket, warily staring at the door. doyoung has warned you about these kinds of things, has practically ingrained in your mind that whoever comes looking for you will take you away from him. not to mention, doyoung slipped one time and said he isn’t friends with taeyong anymore.

the banging on the door progresses.

“are you in there? answer me! i can’t find the key!”

you don’t say anything, merely pushing the covers off your body as you keep your eyes fixed on the beating door. it looks like it’s about to pop out its hinges as taeyong relentlessly fights his way inside your room. what are you going to do? do you open the door? oh. right. you can’t do that on your own accord. the key is with doyoung and he isn’t in the apartment at the moment.

all your thoughts come to a halt when the boy outside sends the door flying open, finally breaking the lock with one powerful kick. you flinch back, his actions pushing you on your feet, wanting to place a maximum amount of distance from the intruder.

taeyong looks frantic, disheveled as he immediately notices your alarmed state. he approaches you cautiously, hands up to show his empty palms. “hey, hey… it’s just me, y/n. i’m not going to hurt you. i’m not the enemy here.”

“doyoung doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”

the look of surprise on his face is an answer in itself. for someone doyoung had proudly claimed to have “broken” you’re still quite quick to catch up on things, taeyong observed. and he doesn’t know what to feel about it — pity? guilt?

“that’s not important!” he claims, boldly surging forward to grasp your shoulders with a firm grip. taeyong felt his heart dropping when you flinch under his grasp.

“listen to me. we need to get you out of here. doyoung isn’t — he isn’t everything you thought he is!” he can’t help but raise his voice, panic surging through him because there’s not much time left and you aren’t exactly cooperating. you’ve been trying to shrug off his hold the whole time.

“do you think he actually loves you?”

“he does! stop saying bullshit!”

“doyoung never loved anyone and you want to know why? because he’s too in love with his research to care for anything else!” taeyong felt bad to have been so direct, especially when he sees the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. “listen to me, y/n! i’m not the enemy! if there’s anyone you should be pushing away, it’s doyoung! he turned you into his lab rat! you are nothing but a variable in his study! don’t you get it?”

taeyong grabs a firm but gentle hold of your head, trying to make you look at him straight in the eye for the gravity of what he’s about to say to you.

“doyoung had his eye on you since sophomore year. i told him this was a bad idea and that he should change the topic of the research and he was. fucking hell, he was about to scrap the whole thing until your bestfriend died and did you know what that psycho told me? that it was a sign for him to continue the research! and i’ve been pestering him so much that he moved out because he claimed i was going to get in the way of his discovery.

tell you what, if you can tell me right here, right now, that he has mentioned anything — anything at all — about his study to you then everything i’m saying is a lie.”

you have asked doyoung for the longest time about that research but the answers have always been the same. “not yet, my love. it’s not time for it to be seen with your eyes. soon, okay?”

with a voice not louder than a whisper, you ask. “what… what’s his research about?”

you fail to see the sorry look on taeyong’s face. “in psychology, they say a person only develops psychosis mainly through genetics or drugs. although you’re technically already a worthy “lab rat” considering your mom and upbringing, he wanted to expand the external factors of what causes the disorder — grief, grades, toxic family relations…”

you hear a ringing in your ear and a sudden urge to throw up. only, you didn’t have anything to hurl because your brunch remains untouched on your bedside.

“but he hadn’t been successful. and that’s… that’s where i came along. doyoung thought the medications he’s been giving you isn’t doing what he wanted it to and he knew he needed a little push. i was… i gave him that push. remember the whispers, the banging on the door at night? it was all me. he made me do it. you know what that means, right? you’re not crazy. you don’t need to stay here cooped up like some kind of pet, believing all his lies as if it’s written in a fucking bible —”

he stops. and if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t’ve heard the familiar beeps of the front door’s automated lock going off. doyoung’s home.

in lightning speed, taeyong has you sheltered behind him, throwing his warm coat over you in the process, hoping to give the smallest comfort amidst the chaos that’s about to erupt. there’s no point in pretending or hiding — one look at that lock and his crazy friend would know something’s off.

taeyong feels you flinching behind him with every heavy footstep against the floorboards as doyoung wastes no time in getting to your room. and when he finally appears, hands braced against the door frame, you’ve never been this scared your whole life. his eyes are drawn into slits, fixated on taeyong alone. “how fucking dare you?”

“it’s over, doyoung. give it up or you wouldn’t have to suffer a longer sentence than you’ll already get.” taeyong tried with his whole being to appear intimidating.

“what’re you saying, yong? i meant, how fucking dare you barge in here and disturb my girlfriend in her sleep? that’s not very nice of you…” doyoung sports a disarming gummy smile as he approaches, hand outstretched and beckoning towards you. “c’mere, baby. i don’t think you’ve eaten lunch yet?”

“drop the fucking act, you psycho!”

“what act?” doyoung tilts his head innocently, gaze shifting from taeyong’s and yours, who keeps peeking from over his ex-friend’s shoulder. luring you out is a piece of cake unless taeyong decides to make things a wee bit more complicated, doyoung thought. “i’m just concerned for my darl —”

“we’re leaving.” taeyong cuts him off, breaking eye contact as he places a firm grip around your wrist. he pulls you towards him, farther away from your supposed lover as he tries walking past doyoung.

but the said man pushes taeyong back with a humorless smile on his face. “and who told you that you can do that?”

a pregnant silence befalls the room as the two men size each other up. they regard each other with such hostility, you can't help but unconsciously fist the back of taeyong's sweater in nervousness, prompting the man to turn his head over his shoulder for a swift second to check up on you.

but a second is all that doyoung needed to deliver the first kick towards taeyong's legs, throwing him off his balance. if it was one thing doyoung knew, is that he needed to eliminate taeyong's agility all together if he wants to win against him.

but taeyong isn't one to back down. the moment doyoung straddles him on the floor, with a fist raised to throw a punch, taeyong grunts as he rolls them around. doyoung now receiving taeyong's rain of fists as he yells. "fuck you! you manipulative asshole!"

you sat on the corner, horrified of the scene happening before you. you've never seen doyoung this way. he has always been your sweet, caring bunny, but after everything taeyong said, you aren't so sure you even know the man you've been living with.

"everything i did, i did it for her!" you flinch at the sound of bones breaking as doyoung kicked taeyong's ribs. "she had nothing to lose! i saved her!"

the door is open, you noticed. wide-open and inviting you to make a run for it. and you would have made a run for it... but taeyong. you can't leave him behind, not when he lays there bloody and grunting in pain as doyoung lets his anger take over him. so, as stupid as may be, you did it. you had to.

"you didn't save me," you say, schooling your face into indifference as doyoung whips around, forgetting about taeyong in the bat of an eye. "you caged me in here, treated me like there's something wrong with me, gaslighted me into believing everything you said! and... what did you say? 'saved me'? you made me go through hell!"

the whole time, taeyong tries his hardest to stand upright, but his broken ribs don't allow him to. the pain too great that he had no choice but to crawl instead, arms pulling his weight as he drags himself across the floorboards, desperately trying to get doyoung's attention back on him even if it meant getting beaten to death.

meanwhile, he had his eyes trained on you the whole time you spoke, sobbing as you walk backward in fear as doyoung approached you with a dark glint in his eye. he doesn't like what you're saying; that much is very clear. he wanted to yell at you, to scream of your ungratefulness despite his constant care but instead, he says.

"i thought we were making progress, baby. i guess i have to drill everything in your brain again. you're not okay, but you will be after i treat you."

you try to fight the urge to look at taeyong as he finds his strength, silently rising up from the floor to ambush doyoung while he's so busy preaching about you.

"what i said is true, baby. do you actually think this scum over here is doing this to save you? do you actually believe everything he said? i've been here since day-1, my love. literally. and have i ever let you down? no. everything i'm doing is for us. even this damned research!"

taeyong surges forward to put him in a chokehold, but everything happened so fast, and the next thing you knew —

"did you actually think i'd fall for that?"

you didn't know the sound of a knife cutting through flesh could sound that loud, but nothing could beat the strained gasp that tumbled through taeyong's lips as he shakily held the knife pierced through his heart. you would've been concerned about how doyoung got it so accurate in one go or where the knife even came from. but you were too busy screaming, collapsing against the wall as you let out a broken sob.

"no," you mutter. "no, no, no..."

you can't bear to avert your eyes from taeyong as he lies dying before you. the look of fear in his eyes would forever be ingrained in your mind, and no amount of brainwashing or gaslighting would ever make you forget.

doyoung killed him. you lost.

the knife clatters loudly on the floor as he slowly turns around as if he himself has yet to register what he did. you didn't know what to expect from doyoung's reaction but certainly not the eerie smile that starts spreading on his face.

"now... how about that lunch, baby?"

✉ : a repost no one asked but i respectfully dont give a fuck <3

#hmu if i missed a warning #yandere doyoung #yandere kpop #yandere nct #yandere nct 127 #tw swearing #tw manipulation #tw violence #tw knife

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redoqs · 3 years ago

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Hi, not sure if the Dimitrescu sisters are scared of heights but I would like you to do Dimitrescu sisters x brave reader attempting to slide down one of those very tall water slides with a near vertical drop like "Insano" water slide from Brazil.

I’m telling you rn I absolutely will not be riding that shit nope mm mm, I hit the bottom my face gonna be peeled back from the force

Let’s pretend that the daughters are afraid of heights for this ask

Bela is literally about to break your hand from how high off the ground you two are. She hates heights and when I say hate, she LOATHES heights the only reason why she’s up here with you right now is because you promised that you would hold her through the whole thing and make sure she doesn’t get hurt like the good partner you are🥰🥰 alright after waiting in line forever it’s your turn and it turns out yall have to go one at a time. Now Bela is panicking because what the hell you were supposed to hold her?! But it’s too late to climb back down.

“Please let us go down together. She’s about to pass out.”

So the two of you end up sliding down the ride together and you swore you heard your ribs crack from how hard Bela is squeezing you. Your eardrum bursts from how loud shes screaming and even when you hit the bottom shes still screaming. Bro you’ve never seen Bela like this. She finally registers that you’re at the bottom and she thanks everything she can think of for the fact that she’s still alive.

Cassandra is gonna be like “pfft this shit aint scary” knowing damn well that she can barely stand on a chair without screaming. You’re just like “aight bet” and you two get in line. And wait. The further you climb the more scared you can see Cassandra getting. She’s stiff as hell and refusing to look down. You look concerned.

“Babe, you know we don’t have to do this?”

“I got this. It ain’t even that high!”

You’re 14 stories off the ground but whatever. You reach the top and Cass is literally sweating. She took your arm at one point and now her nails have pierced your skin but you remain strong for your baby🥰🥰🥰 you slide down first, promising to meet her at the bottom and you drop, screaming and shit and the noise scared Cass because wtf did you die? Oh now it’s her turn? Okayokayokayokayokay she’s got this she’s got this!!!! She ready and she’s falling. Bro you’ve never heard Cass scream so loud before like you really can hear her from the bottom. She finally slides down and she flailing like kicking and punching you really have to go over there before she kills someone. You go over there and grab her and hug her telling her she’s okay and it’s alright she’s still alive and she’s never been one to really hold on tight but bruh she’s nearly breaking you in half from how hard she’s holding you

Dani is one of those people who will do scary shit even though she knows she’s scared. She saw the Insano slide and was like “yeah! I gotta ride this!”

“Dani, you’re afraid of heights-“

“Yes, that’s true!”

So you’re standing in line, Dani holding your hand and you know this is a bad idea because Dani can’t stand heights at all and yet here she goes, thinking she can handle this? Okay Kick Buttowski🙄 you’re not even ten feet off the ground yet before Dani is nearly hyperventilating. You ask her if she truly wants to do this because you could always climb back down but ole girl is just gonna be like “yeah I’m fine!” Maam, you have sweat falling down your neck but whatever. So you climb higher and higher and higher and Dani is sweating so much like Goddamn but you can’t go back now. You’re next in line. Dani goes first, wanting to get back to the ground and she readies herself. “You ready?” “Yes! Wait no-“ too late, she’s already sliding and screaming and my god she’s loud like she’s never this loud! Okay maybe she can be but not like this! You go down after her, screaming your own head off until you hit the bottom and you don’t find Dani anywhere. Wtf, where did she go? Oh! There she is! She’s just at the nearest trash can, throwing up into it but she’s alive! You have to carry her through the park back to the car since her legs don’t work

#no I will not be riding that death trap nope #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village

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gumnut-logic · 3 years ago

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“Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

He’d done it and he’d done it proper.

“I told you it wasn’t safe. I told you not to go in. But no, you know better.”

Oh, yes, he had done it proper. He hadn’t heard Virgil go off the deep end like this since high school and the time Gordon had decided to not be where he was supposed to be at school pick up and the three hours of terror that followed.

Admittedly, Scott had been just as angry at the time. It was a whole new perspective to be on the receiving end.

“Virg-“

“No, Scott. I’ve had it. You obviously don’t trust my judgment. You think you know better. Well, newsflash, hot shot, you don’t!”

Oh, yes, this was going to go on for some time.

So, he kept his mouth shut. It would be worse if Virgil realised that not only had his jet pack run out of fuel, but it had dropped him from quite a height. Without warning…he must speak to Brains about that. Fortunately, he had rolled down a slope and into an underground lake.

Unfortunately, the slope had been jagged and torn up his uniform somewhat. There was likely some bruising.

And the lake had been damned cold.

Virgil had been livid by the time he had arrived in Two. Yes, he had told Scott not to go in. Yes, it had been a gamble. But if it had worked, Scott would have been able to locate the cavers much faster than Gordon who was still looking with a second pod while Virgil hunted down their wayward commander.

Of course, Virgil had found him as fast as possible, but the engineer had had the remainder of Two’s flight time and the pod hike down into the massive cave network to stew on the stupidity of his brother.

Scott was forced to agree that he might have a point. But he was not going to apologise. Command decisions were command decisions whether they succeeded or failed. He owed no-one an explanation.

Regardless, he was sat in the back of the pod so far, he may as well be sentenced to the trunk, while Virgil blew steam.

On any other occasion he would have given as good as he got, but to be honest, he wasn’t feeling so great.

The pod itself was clambering up an almost vertical cliff - proof that flying in was far more practical than climbing - and Virgil’s concentration between expletives needed to be focussed. Scott would mention it on the next flat bit.

But then they would be getting out of here soon anyway. Might as well wait until they reached the surface.

He let his head drop back against the seat.

“Scott?” The pod was dangling from an overhang and had stopped moving. Its spots lit up rock inhabited by dangling…things.

He blinked as something flew through the beams.

“Scott? You with me?”

“Huh?”

There was silence a moment, Virgil’s head attempting to turn around and look at him, but failing with an exasperated grunt. “Scott, speak to me.”

“Wh’t do you want me to say?”

His brother grunted and the pod began moving again. This time though, it changed direction and shook harder as if his brother was in a hurry to get somewhere.

Next thing he knew the pod had stopped, the hatch was open, a yellow light was flickering everywhere and a pair of worried brown eyes were glaring at him.

The light vanished, leaving his brother’s helmet lamps to pale him to a ghost creature dressed in deep blue.

“You said you were okay.” It was soft and hurting. The ghost hovering over him just looked sad.

“’M okay.”

“You’re bleeding and suffering from hypothermia. How can you possibly be okay?” It was said quietly, but it cut through him like a knife because with it came disappointment. Virgil turned away and reached for the storage locker below his seat. “I guess I should know better.”

“Virg…” But his brother refused to look at him, even when he folded up the front seat and climbed back in to hunt down exactly where Scott was leaking blood from. Turned out he had cut the back of his leg. Not badly, but bad enough.

The water in his boot was so cold, he hadn’t felt it.

Sure and caring hands removed Scott’s footwear, his helmet, and his baldric was unfastened and tugged off. Virgil, it was Virgil, ever dependable Virgil, was unzipping his uniform, gently pulling him forward and peeling his under shirt off his skin.

He should be helping, but he couldn’t quite pull the energy together.

An emergency blanket appeared and Scott found himself quickly swaddled. A hiss and he was suddenly smelling something warm and chocolatey.

“Scott?”

He discovered his eyes were closed and he forced them open. Virgil was crouched in front of him, holding up a plastic cup of something emanating warmth. He had no hands to take it, but his brother offered it up to him like a baby.

Somewhere in the back of his mind the big brother part of him was outraged and horrified, but he was too busy sipping warmth to care.

A cap was gently tugged onto his head, completely messing up his hair.

Warm fingers brushed the strands out of his eyes.

Virgil was staring at him, so much emotion in that one expression. Exasperation, frustration and worry, but most of all love.

Something inside Scott just melted.

“I’m sorry.” It came out in a rush through a throat that had suddenly grown tight.

Those brown eyes widened and Virgil leant back just a little. His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. He just stared for a moment before lowering the safety harness over Scott’s shoulders.

“I need to get you back to Two as fast as possible. Gordon has located the two cavers and is making his way to the main cavern. They report no injuries and once orientated will be climbing out themselves.” His brother unfolded his seat and clicked into position before jumping into it. “You’re the only injury.” The canopy hissed shut and the pod started up, its claws immediately grabbing at rock.

Scott swallowed.

He lost some time after that. The next thing he knew he was in daylight and the pod was stomping over level ground only to be engulfed by the green shadow of Two.

The pod came to a halt and the canopy was thrown open. “Hey, Bro, how you feeling?”

He found enough energy to frown. “I’m fine, Gordon.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that too often if I were you.” He lowered his voice and leant in as if conspiring. “Virgil is pissed.”

“Move, Fish.” Gordon disappeared to be replaced by Virgil. His lips were tight as his eyes examined Scott. “You’re going to ride back in the infirmary and you are not going to complain. After that, you have two days off rescues and if you say anything in protest, I’m reinforcing that medical order via Grandma and her latest interest in exotic soup. You will do what you are told and after a health review we will have a discussion regarding operative safety.”

“Virgil, I’m sorry.”

His brother froze.

“I mean it. You were right and I screwed up.”

Another moment of staring. “I need to get you to the infirmary.”

Scott untangled himself from the blanket and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Virgil, I mean it.”

The engineer looked down at Scott’s bare arm and the hair suddenly standing on end the length of it. A gentle hand reached up and moved his arm back under the blanket. “We’ll get you well, first, then we will discuss this.” His brother’s gazed dipped and for a split second a deep sorrow flickered across his expression.

But only briefly. A blink and Virgil was reaching into the pod and lifting the restraints. “C’mon, let’s warm you up and fix the holes you’ve got in you.”

Scott pushed himself to his feet somewhat wobbly. “Holes? I thought I only had the one injury?”

Clambering over the side of the pod, Virgil caught him and eased him to the ground. “That would be too easy. You, my dear brother, are hard work.” He pulled a hoverstretcher close. “Now make it a touch easier by lying down without arguing.”

“I’m fine, I can walk.”

The growl that echoed off the module bulkheads was positively savage.

Okay, perhaps he should let Virgil have this one. He backed up and sat down on the stretcher.

He was forcibly nudged to lie down and his feet lifted up onto the cushioned surface by a smirking Gordon.

As the stretcher was pulled into motion, his medic brother muttered under his breath.

“So much damned hard work.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #earth and sky #nuttyfic reblog

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daisydevorak · 3 years ago

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I’m skipping ocs but this one has my heart in a fucking vice grip. Meet Arthas! He’s the palace’s handyman and hates people. [More infos + shirtless version under the cut. OH, and he’s a werewolf >:3c]

Full Name: Arthas 'Belladonna' Stewart Nickname: "Please don't" Age: 32 Birthday: August 26th (Virgo) Gender/Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: Considers himself a questioning straight man but is still very curious, never bedded another man before but wouldn't be against it. Race: Human/werewolf Height: 7'0 in human form, 8'0 in werewolf form Physical Description: Arthas is quite the imposing sight atop his 7 feet height, and his icy gaze is quite intimidating when he's staring back at you. His brown hair gets paler towards the tip, shaved hair at the back, wavy rat tail kept shoulder blade length with longer, curly hair at the top. His left arm is completely missing, leaving a large and extremely visible scar behind, with some others around it. One scar adorns the left side of his neck and another one marks his jaw. Arthas is on the heavier side of body hair, but not to the point of being considered a "bear", and he keeps his face well shaved except his chin. His piercings counts a vertical labret, ⅝ inch ear plugs, nose bridge, tongue, septum, nipples and a prince Albert, all surgical steel. He's large, bulky and on the muscular side. His werewolf form is the same color as his hair with a white underbelly and long pointy ears. He still has his piercings and missing arm, but grows to be 8 feet tall and his sclera becomes black. Personality: Arthas is a lone wolf by choice and preference, values animals' and nature's companionship over human interaction, and when forced to socialize, he comes off as grumpy and unapproachable. He isn't scared to tell you the harsh truth without regrets so you leave him alone and absolutely *despise* being restrained and/or controlled. But Arthas wasn't always like this; younger, he was very popular amongst his friends and family, always being the center of the attention, now he shys away from it at all cost, hermiting himself away from prying eyes. When you get to know him better and he grows fond of you, however, he becomes much softer and kinder, much like when he's with his animals, but this wall is hard to get through and would require a lot of work, effort and patience to win over his temperament.

Favorite Drink: Freshly sourced water Favorite Food: Deer tenderloins, cooked rare Favorite Flower: Belladonna

Other Bits: Arthas can shift in his werewolf form at will, at any time of the day. When a full moon approaches, he becomes more agitated and impatient but still has full control on himself. His full moon transformation is painful, and once a werewolf (during the full moon) he's a bit more aggressive than normal, but again has total control over himself. He will occasionally get random ghost pain in his left arm, but you'll never guess because he hides his pain and torments very well behind that cold and grumpy mask of his. Magical Abilities: None Familiar/Pets: A pet rat named Guss and a few other wild animals that keeps him company sometimes. Patron Arcana: The Hermit Canon LI: - Voice Claim (Optional): Strix from Paladins

Brief History: Arthas was born and raised in the small village of Sarpor, located next to the larger city Vesuvia. It was a poor little village that focused on hunting and gathering to fend for their needs, the count too selfish to come to their aid both protection wise and monetary wise. For years, Arthas helped take care of his family since his father died at a very young age, leaving him, his siblings and his mother behind. Being the eldest of six and without a father figure, he was the one to take on that role and provide parental care to his brothers Ludwick, Marth and Kurt, and his baby sisters Monika and Gloria, helping his mother with finances by working multiple jobs at the same time. Because of that, Arthas developed skills in many domains, thus making him very popular and respected throughout the village. Everybody knew his name and everyone knew they could count on him. Life was hard and harsh but it was still his prized, tranquil life… Until a werewolf was spotted near the village's outskirts, threatening to attack them. Everything happened too quickly that day; he was working on repairing his neighbor's fence, hammering down nails in the wood, until his left arm was caught as he was swinging the hammer down. Blood started pouring from the werewolf's jaw as it's teeth ripped through his flesh, tearing muscles and tendons away until his arm gave up at the shoulder joint. The beast was, in fact, already deeply wounded by the village's hunters and was ran after by a couple of them, but they couldn't do anything about the attack except trying to kill it as it was chomping down on Arthas' arm, causing it's blood to enter the gaping wound left behind and turn him into a werewolf. Merely a few days later, his scar was already closed because of his new werewolf blood, but this came with a price; every full moon, he transformed in the same creature that attacked him (and survived). First thing he did was to exile himself from his village, reluctantly abandoning his family behind and giving the family's responsibility to the second eldest son, Kurt, but it was for the best. And everyday, he taught himself how to control the beast inside of him, teaching himself how to sync with it, think like it and be one with it. Arthas became a solitary man in the process, a hermit if you will. But even if he wanted to stay alone in the woods, he still had to make a living, he still needed to work, he couldn't leave his jack-of-all-trades skill perish and go to waste. So instead, he decided to become the Palace's handyman even though he despises nobles, keeping himself away from people and working with them only when he needs to.

Extended History (Optional): TBA

#arthas belladonna stewart #arthas my beloved #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana oc #werewolf oc #monster oc #my art #sprite

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knchins · 4 years ago

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Heaven Sent, Hell Proof - Three

Summary: An angel named Keigo is assigned to win over the soul of a mysterious woman for heaven. He quickly finds that he is not the only one with his eyes on her. Can he get to her before his arch rival does?

Pairing: Angel!Hawks x Reader x Demon!Dabi

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Virginity loss, vaginal/anal fingering, vaginal/anal sex, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, dubcon, very slight mention of noncon thoughts, some dirty talk ig, dabi's peen is pierced to hell and back, a bit of brat!hawks.....I think that's it.

Notes: Ahh it’s finally here! I’m surprised my estimate of 10k was correct. Usually I misjudge word count by like...a lot. Anyway, some mild warnings so please take care. Thank you for your patience! I wrote most of this in one sitting last night so I could get it out today. I’ll be working on chapter fics and my incubus!shouto request next!

Part One → Part Two → Part Three

“You’re going to what?” Keigo asked, sharp eyes wide and cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. The nephilim tucked into his side was suddenly torn between embarrassment and excitement. From the first time Dabi kabedonned her against the wall in the bookshop, she had been having fantasies about them both. The angel with how protective he was, the demon with his capacity for cruelty...Two very different sides of what was essentially the same coin.

“Having sex will make you both impure. Feathers, you’ll lose your wings and our cute little halfing will no longer be a ward of heaven. She can seek refuge in hell with me and my company. I’m sure my captain will be very pleased to have her. She’ll be safe there from destruction, you both will be. You know outrunning my father is improbable. Outrunning her father? Impossible. You can’t beat Toshinori without a little help, and in order to get that help you need to fall, got it?” Dabi said, growing aggravated with him.

Hawks looked down at the girl in his arms. Their eyes met and she nodded her head slowly. “Please, Keigo,” She murmured, “Do it for me?”

He couldn’t deny the impure thoughts that had invaded his mind since he first met her. The animalistic drive to keep her safe and make her his. He had thought maybe he was getting sick (did angels get sick?). Perhaps this was his destiny. Maybe he was never meant to remain a servant of heaven. All he knew was his heart and soul were telling him to give in. Give in to temptation. Give in to sin.

“Okay baby bird,” He said softly. So soft that Dabi could hardly hear him. “I’ll do it for you. But I get you first. He can wait his turn.”

Dabi barked a laugh, “Oh, no no no. I’m going to take you while you take her. It only seems fair to get it done in one go, right? Why should I sit out while you two have your fun?”

“There’s no way you’re fucking me, you half burnt freak!” Keigo snapped at him.

“Sorry, but those are the rules. You gotta fuck a demon and I’m the only demon in this room. I promise I won’t make it hurt...much.” A cruel smile was twisted across his lips. “I’ll make you feel so good while inside that little cunt of hers. You’re going to go absolutely insane.”

Keigo’s feathers were standing on edge as he glared at the patchwork demon. Maybe he hadn’t thought this through all the way. “Fine.”

“Excellent, I’ll be right back.” Dabi said before disappearing with a loud pop.

The angel looked down at her once more, “Are you certain about this? Once we start, I don’t think we can stop. Rather, I don’t think Dabi will stop until he’s had both of us.” He uncurled his wing from around her, giving her the chance to stand.

She held out her hand to him, a smile on her face. “I want it to be you, Keigo.” She said confidently. “No one else.”

With the help of her hand, he stood up and she led him into her bedroom. Once inside she pulled him in for a kiss. It was light at first, their lips barely pressing against one another, however the angel quickly took over. He hooked an arm around her waist, bringing her body flush against his as his tongue prodded at her lips for entry. Her mouth opened slightly and it snaked inside.

Despite neither having kissed anyone before, they just did what felt natural. Keigo had spent thousands of years studying humans, watching over them, catching lovers together on more than one occasion. He had a little more of a grasp on what to do than she did. The nephilim was totally lost to instinct, allowing herself to feel nothing but her desire for him.

The angel’s hands roamed up her shirt, lifting the fabric off of her with ease as she broke away from him and lifted her arms up to help. Before he could even admire the new flash of skin, his hands moved behind her to try and unclasp her bra. It should have been simple enough, but due to lack of experience he struggled until he heard soft giggles coming from her.

“Let me.” She said gently, reaching behind her back with one hand and unhooking the metal fasteners. She slipped her arms out of it and let it fall to the floor without another thought. Keigo, whose face was alight with a pink blush from not being able to do something so simple, looked down at her bare chest. His cock stirred in his pants as he dared to reach out and touch the soft supple flesh.

She shuddered at the caress of his cold hands. Her nipples hardened as his thumbs grazed over them. He was amazed by how incredibly soft they were, the flesh molding into his hands like clay. His ministrations coaxed a whimper from her, the sound sending a thrill straight to his groin.

There was a sudden pop behind them, the half-angel squeaking as she tried to cover herself from the intruder. “Oh, don’t stop because of me, doll. I’m just here to supervise. I doubt Feathers here knows what he’s doing.”

Hawks threw him a glare over his shoulder. “I’ve seen it enough times to know.”

“Sure you have, but this is a virgin. You gotta be gentle the first time. Gotta prep that pussy so she doesn’t hurt as much. Unless, of course, you want it to hurt. In that case, dive right in.”

A small frown tugged at Keigo’s lips. He didn’t want it to hurt. “What do I have to do then?” He asked begrudgingly.

“Use your fingers first. Prep her like I’m prepping you.” He said and Keigo finally noticed that he had come back with a bottle of lubricant. “Just repeat after me and everyone will end up happy and covered in cum. But first, get naked. You’re taking too long.”

Before the angel could say anything in response, the nephilim was taking off the rest of her clothes and laying down on the bed. Hawks honed in on her, drinking in her naked form as she spread her legs for him, her fingers brushing over her folds lightly.

It was such a magnificent sight. He was lost in the beauty of it, only snapping out of it when Dabi tugged on his pants impatiently. Keigo swatted him off with one brilliant red wing before stripping himself of all of this clothing. He moved to settle between her legs, pulling her so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure about this, baby bird?” He asked, eyes blinking slowly.

She nodded, her thighs trembling with eagerness. They could hear Dabi taking off his clothes as well, as she caught a glimpse of something shiny. “Oh…” She muttered at the sight of the line of barbell piercings down the underside of his stiffening cock and the one slightly thicker one that ran vertically through the head.

“Like what you see?” Dabi asked playfully as he stroked himself. Keigo dared to look back, his feathers fluffing up at the sight of the monstrosity that was the demon’s penis.

“You are not putting that in me.” He snapped though Dabi shrugged in response.

“Then your little baby bird will just have to be under my wing in hell. You can’t come unless you get rid of those.” Dabi replied, nodding towards his wings. “And you can only get rid of those if you let me fuck your tight little ass.”

Hawks cursed under his breath as he heard his charge whimper. “Please, come with me.” She said in a soft voice as tears collected in the corners of her eyes.

He kissed her thigh tenderly, earning another whimper from her. He gave her a soft smile. “I wouldn’t let you be alone with him.” He said, shooting another heated look at Dabi who was looking incredibly pleased with himself. He shrugged in response, not taking any offense. He was a demon after all.

“Lick on her clit while you finger her.” Dabi instructed. “You do know where the clit is, don’t you?”

“Of course I do!” Hawks snapped, using two fingers to spread her lips apart to look at the swelling nerve bundle. He leaned down and gave it a broad lick, causing her to gasp and moan. His wings puffed at the sound, pride filling his chest as he did it again and again. She put a hand on his head as he guided in his middle finger slowly into her pussy. Every time his tongue met her clit, her walls tensed around it.

“You’re so soft down here, baby bird.” Hawks cooed at her. She was shaking and whimpering, trying to push his head back down. Dabi was laughing at the sight as he got down on his knees behind Keigo so that they were at a more equal height.

He put a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, though he only inserted one at first. Keigo was grunting at the foreign sensation. He tried to move away from Dabi, but the demon gripped his hip firmly with his free hand. “You’ll be cumming in no time, trust me.” Dabi hissed in the angel’s ear. “Just concentrate on getting her pussy stretched out enough for this.” The hand on his hip moved to Keigo’s cock and gave it one slow stroke. It was enough to have Keigo’s hips jerking so he was humping Dabi’s hand, the finger in his ass almost forgotten. Dabi took the opportunity to slip in a second when he was distracted.

The stretch caused a burning painful sensation that had Keigo tensing. He distracted himself by diving into his nephilim more, lapping and sucking and a more fervent pace than before. He mimicked Dabi by also adding a finger, though her arousal made it much less painful for her than it had been for him. He could still hear the tiny whimper of pain she let out when he did it.

“Tell her how good she’s doing,” Dabi instructed, scissoring the fingers that were knuckle deep in Keigo’s hole.

Keigo pulled his mouth away but continued to pump his fingers at a steady pace. “Look how well you’re taking my two fingers, baby bird.” He said, before planting another light kiss on her inner thigh. “It’ll feel good soon, I promise. I’m going to suck on this little clit until you can’t take it anymore, okay? No one will ever make you feel as good as I will.”

Dabi snorted, wanting to say that he’d probably make her feel better, but chose not to at the last moment. “Damn Feathers, you’re tight ass is just sucking my fingers right in. Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying me finger fucking you?” He asked with a wide grin. “I’m gonna go for three.”

“What? No-!” Before Hawks could protest any more, Dabi was putting in a third finger and the angel let out a hybrid mix of a yelp of pain and a moan. He was pressing back against Dabi’s hand, his cock throbbing to be touched again as drops of precum bubbled on his head. The demon noticed this and put his hand back around him, spreading the fluid down his shaft with his thumb. Keigo’s body was moving without much thought, his hips rutting into Dabi’s hand, unable to hold back.

Keigo found a spot inside her that was slightly spongier than the rest. When he probed it she cried out for him, nearly smothering him with her pussy as she forced him downwards. Not that Keigo minded, she tasted better than anything he could have possibly imagined. The flood of wetness on his fingers gave him the idea to slip in a third. It went with a little trouble and another whimper from his baby bird, but she didn’t protest much before she was moaning again.

Dabi was keeping a firm grip of Keigo’s dick, jerking him while he continued to thrust forward and back, chasing the pleasures that both of the demon’s hands were giving him. He sucked hard on the nephilim’s clit, swirling his tongue around it quickly until her walls were fluttering with her very first orgasm. Tears were running down her face as he didn’t slow down or stop. The pace of his hips increased, his free hand grabbing Dabi’s wrist to hold his hand steady as he cursed and moaned, coming undone all over himself and the carpet beneath his knees.

His cock remained hard and at attention, something he found a bit surprising. He looked down at the white gobs of semen peppered all over his lower body, half expecting himself to go limp like he had seen human males do time and time again.. “What? You did think you could just come once and have to recover like some weak human, did you?” Dabi asked condescendingly. “One time is never enough, trust me.”

“I guess that’s a blessing.” Keigo said jokingly. “Do you think she’s ready?”

“Oh yeah, look at her face, she totally wants you to stuff her tight little pussy full of that big hard cock of yours.” Dabi said, making her face heat with embarrassment.

“T-That’s not true,” She mumbled, trying to hide her face with her hands so they couldn’t look at her.

Dabi shrugged, “then I guess you can just lay there while i fuck you’re little boyfriend.”

She whined in response, “No, p-please don’t leave me out..I want to cum again…”

The demon laughed, taking his fingers out of Keigo’s ass finally. “You heard her, Bird Brain, fuck her little heart out.”

Keigo got to his feet as she scooted back further onto the bed to make room for him. He grabbed both her thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide for him, the tip of his cock tapping her clit in a way that had her shaking with need. “Keigo,” She whined for him, reaching out to pull him down for a kiss.

He obliged her, tongue entering her mouth as he guided himself to the entrance of her pussy. He hoped it was enough to distract her from the pain of him pushing in. Her nails dug into the skin of his biceps as he slowly entered into her virgin hole, the slick walls stretching to accommodate his size. More tears came out her eyes as he moved one thumb to lightly rub her clit to help ease the hurt she was in.

“Once you're in, stay still.” Dabi warned as he opened the bottle of lube once more and squirted it onto his hard cock, rubbing it across every millimeter so that it would go in as easy as possible.

“It’s so tight,” Keigo groaned, pulling out of the kiss as he bottomed out. “Fuck, I want to-”

“Don’t.” Dabi cut him off, “Let her get used to you being inside first, look at her, she’s still crying over your cock splitting her open.” He said crudely as he grabbed Hawk’s hips. “Just like you’re about to do for me.”

Keigo frowned, kissing at her salty tears as she whimpered for him. He asked her if she was okay in a soft voice and she nodded her head before forcing a weak smile. He was about to say something else when he felt the cold metal of Dabi’s piercing tease his ass.

“Dabi, wait-” But the demon slid his head right on in. Hawks gasped, muscles clenching in an attempt to push him out. It only made the demon moan at the tight feeling around his sensitive head.

Dabi took his time, also not really wanting to hurt the angel too much in the process. While he didn’t treat all his conquests with such politeness, he had a certain...connection to Keigo. They had been rivals for centuries. Now they were about to join sides. The sweet victory had him wanting to savor the moment, drag it out so to speak.

Hawks stayed perfectly still, afraid of what might happen if he were to move. His baby bird was threading her fingers through his hair that was now damp with sweat. She was trying to calm him, let him know it was alright. His pain wouldn’t last just like hers wouldn’t. They’d both be feeling good soon.

Once all the way in, Dabi relished in the tightness of Keigo’s ass. It was even more perfect that he’d thought it would be. To be fair he had indulged in a lot of anal since falling from heaven, but his was so far on a totally different level. Probably because he had never fucked an angel before. Something about their divine bodies just making them the perfect fuck toys. Maybe he should start corrupting more…

He was almost lost in thought until the gentle roll of Hawk’s hips had all three of them moaning. Clearly he wasn’t feeling too bad if he was able to move like that. Dabi pulled out a few inches before thrusting back in, causing Keigo to do the same to the girl beneath him. He set the rhythm nice, slow, and deep. Allowing the two virgins to get used to the new full sensation they both were feeling.

“Shit shit shit,” Keigo panted, already feeling his cock pulse with a premature orgasm. “Dabi’s cock is in my-” He couldn’t hold himself back from coating the inside of her pussy with his semen, thick spurts shooting into her womb.

“You came already?” Dabi asked a sneer, “What a fucking slut. Guess I don’t have to be gentle with you then, huh?” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, his once kind pace now anything but. His hands were gripping either side of Keigo’s hips, heating with fire to burn marks into the flesh.

Keigo was in too much of a state of pure bliss to even cry out in pain. Dabi’s force had him fucking his little bird even deeper than before, his sensitive cock head touching her cervix as just the right angle to have her mewling for more.

Hawks began to move in sync with Dabi, wanting her to feel as good as he did. Dabi was growling, adjusting his angle so that he was hitting Hawk’s prostate. It had Hawks practically sobbing from the simulation alone and he knew that if he kept up then he’d be adding even more mess into his poor girl’s pussy.

“Rub her clit,” Dabi said and Keigo reached down to thumb at her clit once more. She gasped, another tight coil winding in the pit of her stomach. She was saying something unintelligible, something neither could decipher. In no time at all she was screaming for her angel, her walls convulsing around him as she came for a second time.

Dabi was smirking, thoroughly enjoying the view in front of him, He increased his pace again as Hawks laid still on top of his girl, unable to move any more simply due to how overstimulated he was. Each time the demon hit his prostate, his toes would curl and he'd whimper until he just couldn’t take it anymore and was releasing within her once more.

Dabi came with him, filling his asshole with white cum that dripped out around the base of his cock. “I hope you two aren’t spent yet.” He drawled, pulling out and admiring the gaping hole that slowly rescinded back to its normal size as more cum spilled out in the process. “I’ve still got to fuck you, princess. I only came once. It’s selfish to leave me high and dry like that. I want a taste of your ass too.”

“M-my ass?” She stuttered with disbelief. “You won’t fit in there…” She mumbled weakly, looking at his still hard member.

“Yes, I will.” He said, “Feathers, get out of that pussy we need to reposition.”

Keigo was nuzzling her neck tiredly, not wanting to move away from the warmth of her body. “No, I’m comfortable.”

The demon’s blue eyes narrowed and he grabbed a fistful of the angel’s hair, yanking him upwards and back so he slipped out and away from her all at once. The angel hissed at the cold air hitting his wet lower body. “Lay down on your back you dumb brat.” He said, releasing the man’s hair as he pushed him forwards onto the bed.

Hawks landed next to his charge and all three of them noticed that his once red feathers were quickly turning black and shedding off. The floor to the room was already littered with so many, How could he not have even noticed what was happening? Pain at the sight of his crumbling wings soared through him as he desperately tried to reattach a fallen feather. “No, no, no-” He began to panic.

“Relax.” Dabi said, somewhat coldly. “You’re not an angel anymore, Hawks. Let them go.” He had been so proud of his wings. They had been the most beautiful in all of heaven. With them went his pride and suddenly he was second guessing himself all over again. There were tears in his eyes at the loss of his limbs. Dabi thought he was being dramatic. The nephilim was brushing his tears away with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry, Keigo,” She said quietly, “But your wings aren’t what make you, you. You don’t need them any more.” She sat up and moved to straddle him, moving her hips so she was grinding her hips along the underbelly of his cock. “I can make you feel good again. Please don’t cry.”

He was whimpering for a whole new reason now, his dick throbbing with need once again. Christ how could it be so fucking painful to be so turned on? She grabbed the base of his penis and guided him into her still soaking folds. He slipped back into her with ease and this time there was very little pain on her end.

That was until Dabi stuck two lubed up fingers impatiently into her ass. She cried out at him, not expecting it, clenching around Hawk’s cock in a way that had him crying out too. “If you move too much, it’ll hurt more.” Dabi said in a teasing voice as he moved his fingers in and out at an even pace. She shook on top of Keigo whimpering into his chest as he rubbed her back hoping to soothe her.

“You’re an asshole.” He said to Dabi, not liking that he wasn’t being as gentle with her as he had been with him. But what could the demon say? They didn’t have the same kind of connection and he was ready to be balls deep inside someone again.

“Is that so, Feathers? Oh guess I can’t call you that anymore.” Dabi replied as he added a third finger. She whined once more, though the searing pain was fading with every shallow thrust of the three digits inside her. It did help to have Keigo buried in her pussy, at least that was a nice distraction.

Keigo was giving him a look that he wished he could smite the patchwork demon with. If he wasn’t inside of his cute little bird then he probably would have decked him. It didn’t help that his ass was still dripping with his cum from earlier.

“Three fingers just like that, see doll? You can take my cock no problem. You’re even starting to enjoy it aren’t you? I bet you’re just another slutty angel like Keigo here.” He tore his fingers from her before replacing them with his penis, pushing in at a not so forgiving pace.

This time hurt more than with Keigo, she thought regretfully to herself. She wished she could stop her body from wanting him, needing him to be plunged so deep inside. Both of them to their hilts and groaning at the feeling of their cocks being so close to touching.

Dabi let out a content sigh, adjusting his footing, “Alright, Bird Brain, you can start moving.” He said as he gave a small thrust. “Fuck she’s squeezing me so tight, what about you?”

“Yes,” Keigo responded airily, “She’s sucking me in more than she was last time. Guess she likes it up the ass too.”

She shot him a pouty look as he grinned back at her, moving his hips upward. Both demon and angel fumbled to find a pace that worked for both of them, but when they did it was better than any kind of pleasure that heaven or hell could provide. Dabi left burning hand prints on her the same way he had left them on Keigo a few minutes prior, wanting to make sure everyone knew that they were both his.

It didn’t take long for the pain to disappear. For her to be nothing than a moldable body of lust. A toy for them to please themselves with over and over. Oh she was going to have so much fun in hell with them, that she was sure of. The room was filled with moans, groans, and grunts as they all chased their highs by working together and by some sheer miracle all three hit their peaks at the exact same time.

At that, both men finally lost their erections. Dabi pulled out, though he wasn’t quite as exhausted as they were, it had still taken a lot out of him. Keigo and the now half-fallen-angel were almost asleep already in each other’s arms. The bed was an absolute mess, full of cum and sweat.

Dabi laid down on the bed with enough room for the nephilim to remove Keigo from within her and settle between them happily on a blanket of soft black feathers. It didn’t take much time before they were all sleeping peacefully. The hard part would come tomorrow however. The first descent into hell was always the most painful, but Dabi had refrained from telling them this. He thought perhaps it was better for them to experience it on their own without his help. After all, there had been no one there to help him. But at least then they could all be together for the rest of eternity. Away from heaven’s eyes and rule. And best of all, no one would have to die.

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thirstystarkey · 5 years ago

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HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 05

The sun beamed down on them, a soft breeze was felt and the serenity of sunrise at the cut was ethereal. Y/N slowly woke up, the sunlight stealing her from her dream state, it was too bright outside which made difficult to open her eyes but still she could feel a hot and heavy limb on top of her stomach, JJ had rolled in his sleep and at the moment was almost cuddling the girl he so dearly swore he hated.

“JJ..” Y/N called softly trying to wake him up.

The only answer she got from him was a muffled complaint, something along the lines “Let me sleep tiny temper.”

JJ always teased Y/N for her height, it was almost religious for him. She was shorter than all the pogues but probably the fiercest. She was the only one who answered right back at JJ’s stupid sayings.

“You’re pushing you’re luck.” Y/N mumbled taking JJ’s arms off of her.

“Wanna know something really interesting, that I’ve always wanted to tell you?” JJ asked the girl with a raspy low morning voice. Y/N cursed herself for thinking it was kinda hot.

“What is that Maybank?” She answered with curiosity filling her body.

“Any shorter and you’d probably fade out of existence.” The blond boy winked at the redhead, supporting this body in both elbows.

“Jesus Christ JJ, fuck you and your stupid bullshit.” Y/N raged while getting up, stepping inside to shower in the microscopic bathroom the boat had.

“You wish you did baby.” He laughed and more said it to himself but she still captured it.

Once free of JJ Maybank, Y/N washed her face with cold water in the attempt to calm her down. This time it was different. She didn’t understood it. JJ was acting different around her. More provocative and way more suggestive.

“Stupid ass mop head..”

That was the last thing she said before striping bare naked and running pleasant lukewarm over her body. She felt relaxed after all that tension built first thing in the morning. Running her hands through her ginger hair while spreading shampoo all over it, almost felt therapeutic and Y/N was sure that if JJ wasn’t around she’d probably had already sang her lung out, preforming the best show to the bottles.

But all that peace couldn’t last when JJ Maybank was in the same boat as Y/N, while she was rinsing off the conditioner the door swang open and Y/N could hear and feel JJ walking.

“JJ seriously?” She asked in a high pitched voice. “Get the fuck out, don’t you see I’m naked, in the shower.”

“Oh dear don’t think too much of it, I just need to piss.” He said like it wasn’t a big deal.

Y/N was reder than a tomato behind the blue curtain separating the pair. She could head everything, even though she wished she didn’t.

“You are disgusting Maybank.” She made sure to speak loud enough for the boy to hear. He flushed to toilet ruining the nice water temperature, almost freezing Y/N in place. “Fuck you mop head, get out JJ!” She demanded in a pretty annoyed voice when she realized he didn’t leave and by now her shower was finished.

“I need to brush my teeth, vertically challenged.” JJ sassed.

“And I need to dry off.” Y/N sassed back.

“Then dry, I’m not hiding the towels.” He laughed with a mouth filled by toothpaste.

“You can’t be serious.” She said holding her body trying to cover herself. “Pass me the fucking towel at least.” She requested, not to nicely.

“Don’t think so.” JJ said and Y/N fumed at his voice. She didn’t really care anymore. Y/N was over the pettiness in their fights.

“You know what? Fuck this.” She said before opening the curtain.

Y/N was quicker than a fox, grabbing the towel and wrapping the soft fabric around her in seconds. JJ was fast to turn his head not to look at her, he never wanted to make her uncomfortable even if he enjoyed teasing her past was tolerated. He got a glance at her body, now wrapped in a towel.

“Fuck you.” Y/N looked at him through the mirror while brushing her teeth.

They were sharing a bathroom. A small bathroom.

“You smell nice.” JJ said to her after putting down his toothbrush, she felt his breath hitting her skin making Y/N flinch.

“Can’t say the same thing about you.” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face leaving JJ alone to shower.

While he did she got dressed, in the same clothes as the day before but with a bikini she found lost at the boat instead. She recognized it as on of her own. When JJ stepped out of the bathroom he didn’t care to put on a shirt staying only in his black surf shorts.

They both sat waiting for their friends to pick them up from this cruel prison. Y/N’s mind traveled to a far place keeping her lost in her own thoughts, that at this moment consisted in JJ. The hot sun hitted his skin making it glisten, but a voice woke her from her daydream.

“Stop staring at me.” JJ laughed rising his sunglasses to look directly at her. “Or take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He winked before putting them back on.

Y/N didn’t got down without a fight, and if he wanted to play dirty so she could. And sure enough the girl got up taking of her shirt caughting the boy off guard.

“I will make sure it’s my new porn.” She sneered with a filtry voice, stealing JJ’s sunglasses.

Y/N won again and this time she wasn’t even trying to. She went inside grabbing one of the surfboards making sure to get rid of her shorts in the process.

“Now who’s the one staring.” She teased him when she caught JJ trying not to stare at her.

There were no waves in the river but still she could just peaceful float in her surfboard while the pogues made their way to pick them up. That was her plan but JJ followed her steps jumping in the water, ruining her peaceful moment, he swam to her, supporting his elbows close to her in the surfboard.

“I’ve been thinking about something.” JJ started.

“Well then don’t think to much about it or your little head might explode.” She joked leaning forward.

“We should prank them.” The boy suggested. “They deserve it!”

“As much as I hate to admit it, JJ you are totally right.” Y/N agreed while the sun warmed her skin. It was a nice day today.

“We need a plan smart ass.” He said. “I need you and your plotting brain.”

“I know you do.” She said with eyes closed.

Everything about it screamed recipe for disaster but in a strange way it brought happiness to Y/N.

“Oh shit-” JJ screamed after trying to get on the other side of the surfboard, making it turn upside down. Y/N fell into the water.

Taking by surprise she made her way back to the surface, ready to scream at JJ who had all of his hair wet and stuck to his face, making her laught at the view, quickly he shook his head and his hair went in every direction and back, splashing Y/N’s eyes.

“You idiot!” She flinched closing her eyes, splashing him back.

“I guess this is how Jack and Rose die in titanic.” The blond boy bantered.

“Because it takes finesse and focus, none of which you have.” She bantered back at him trying to get back up on the surfboard. “Carefully JJ!” She warned him while he mimicked her moves. “I am really the brains of this relationship.”

“Stopping being so full of yourself princess.” He sassed.

By the time they both found balance Y/N saw the HMS pogue getting closer and closer, but for some reason she didn’t want to leave now and she cursed her thought shaking her head right away in the attempt to shut her thought.

“Look they’re alive! They didn’t kill each other.” She heard Pope cheer in the distance, JJ laughed with a open smile at the comment and Y/N followed observing him.

Why didn’t she wanted to leave? That question burned her head.

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Inmate Intimacy pt.1 (Nessian)

“Nesta. New patient.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, but nodded at her assistant. “You mean ‘inmate in need of healthcare,’ but okay. Send him in.”

The heard the usual shuffle of chains a moment later, and then a heavy body settled down on the exam bed.

“Suddenly, I’m not so upset about getting locked up. I had no idea I’d have such a good view,” inmate #9356 said in a cocky voice that somehow rolled over her like honey. Nesta rolled her eyes again. After two years working in the Pyrantian Correctional Facility--an all male prison--she was beyond used to getting hit on.

She was entirely unprepared, however, for what she saw when she turned around.

A very large, very handsome man sat on the bed, golden eyes boring into hers. He had long, curly hair pulled back in a bun and a delicious amount of stubble on his square jaw. Two complete sleeves of tattoos covered his arms, and she could see they ran across his chest and shoulders through the thin cotton of his shirt.

He was without a doubt the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

He’s a criminal.

“I’m sure your high opinion will change after a few weeks. Your chart says you’re in for Type 1 Diabetes?”

“Yep. So just go ahead and give me that insulin pack and I’ll be out of your hair.” He held out his hand, and her breath hitched a little at the bicep the gesture exposed. Her eyes also noticed the tattoos extended all the way to his fingertips, which would be strange on anyone else but somehow managed to look sexy on him.

How annoying.

“Yes. Smart plan. I’ll give insulin, something people could sell on the black market here, to a convict. And a needle, so he could stab other inmates.” She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes yet again. “You’ll come in once a day for your shot.”

“Then I guess you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” He didn’t sound upset about it in the slighest.

Nesta narrowed her eyes, motioning for him to hold out his arm. She grabbed the shot and wrote down the dose.

He extended his arm. “If you ever want to see any more of me, just let me know, baby.”

She jabbed the needle into his arm a little aggressively as he watched her with amusement.

“You didn’t even flinch.” She’d have to stab him harder next time.

His smirk grew into a grin. “In case you didn’t notice, I have a few tattoos. I’m not exactly afraid of needles.”

“Yes, Cassian. I’m quite aware.” She put a cotton swab on his arm.

Said grin grew into a very wide, very happy smile that showcased almost all of his perfect teeth. “Oh, you know my name? Been reading up on me, baby?”

Nesta leveled a glance at him. “It’s in your chart, and I happen to possess the ability to read.”

“Wow, a smartass with a great ass.” The inmate didn’t stop smiling. “I love that in a woman.”

Reminding herself that she was a medical professional was the only reason she was able to fight the urge to stab the needle through his eye. Once she’d repeated her Hippocratic Oath about ten times, the blood finally stopped rushing through her head.

It was about time to put him in his place.

She leaned close to him, firmly ignoring how he smelled like fucking heaven, and smiled. In a soft, completely inappropriate voice, she said, “You’re funny.”

Still stuck on the topic of her behind, he told her seriously, “Wasn’t joking. I can tell even through she scrubs.”

“Oh, no. I know I have a great ass. I meant about you thinking you have a chance. Really? Flirting while you’re incarcerated?” She pushed away and flipped through his folder. “And for assaulting an officer no less.”

He opened his mouth, probably to tell her it was all a misunderstanding or something, but she just shook her head. She’d heard it way too many times. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cassian.”

A guard came in to escort him out, and she had to smile. Men in here really thought it was alluring that they were locked up.

They should know she was a little old to date a man with a bedtime.

~Cassian~

Cassian was walking in the yard an hour after meeting the Nurse, thinking of the little smile on her face as she’d insulted him.

Damn. If he wasn’t locked up and eating gruel for the next two years, he’d be all over that. Literally.

He grinned to himself, not paying attention where he was walking, and slammed his shoulder into someone.

“Watch it,” she stranger snapped. An ugly, vertically challenged man stood before him, looking like a pissed off bull with a stick up his ass.

“Maybe I didn’t see you because you’re so short.” A low blow, but he wasn’t about to be someone’s bitch on his first day. “Watch where you’re going, prick.”

Bull-man squared his shoulders and narrowed his eyes up at Cassian, two of his goon friends coming to stand behind him.

“Apologize,” the bigger one said, obviously the enforcer.

A crowd started to circle around them. Cassian gritted his teeth. If he did what the asshole wanted, it’d set a dangerous precedent for him.

“Fuck no,” he growled, squaring his shoulders and staring them down. He had height and weight on all of them, but the odds still weren’t favorable. Unless he surprised them.

With that in mind, Cassian didn’t regret it one bit as he swung his fist towards bull-man’s face, hitting him right across the temple and knocking him out cold.

His goons didn’t hesitate, but Cassian was faster. He kicked the big guy’s knee out before tackling the other idiot and starting to pummel him.

After landing a few hits, the other goon pulled him off. He got a lucky shot through Cassian’s guard, but a well-placed blow had him on his back.

The crowd that had gathered backed away from Cassian slowly, a few mutters going through the ranks.

That ought to keep people off my back.

~Nesta~

Nesta shook her head as her new patient walked in the next day, muttering, “I should’ve known you had something to do with the three guys that came in yesterday. One of them has a broken knee, you know.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, gorgeous,” he said, although the smirk on his face said something completely different.

Nesta bit her tongue and motioned for him to hold out his arm.

“I figured you’d be use to violence after working in this joint.”

She leveled a look at him. “Oh, yeah. Violent criminals just do it for me.”

“Listen. The police officer thing is just a misunderstanding. I’m not a bad guy.” He pouted and gave her sad eyes.

“Mmhm, of course. Tilt your head back and let me look at your eye.” It seemed one of the three men had tagged him pretty good.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. You probably hit harder than that asshole.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Tilt your head back and you won’t find out.”

“And you say I’m violent,” he muttered, tilting his head back like a good little puppy.

She stepped closer and placed a gloved finger on his bruised eye socket. He looked up at her with those dammed golden eyes, somehow forcing her to meet his stare. She couldn’t help it. Who the hell has golden eyes?

He leaned closer, lips parting softly.

“You know, it’d probably feel better if you kissed it.”

She flicked the bruise, and he hissed.

“You were right,” she said sweetly. “You’re completely fine.”

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he laughed.

At that, Nesta let out a chuckle. “I’m also one of only two woman on base.”

“Well, I’m sure all three of us could have a very good time,” he murmured, sliding off the exam bed to stand in front of her.

“You’re a confident man.”

“Do I have a reason not to be?”

Cassian ran his eyes over her, and for the first time in her adult life, she didn’t want him to stop.

What was going on? Had he gotten closer? Why couldn’t she breathe?

Remembering his question, she reached toward him slowly, and he grinned. Until she jangled the chain holding his wrists together.

“It appears you do.”

“And what if I weren’t in here?” He waved his hand around at their surroundings.

“Then I might let you buy me a drink. Or maybe hire you as a bodyguard.”

He laughed. “Baby girl, I’d never let anything happen to you. You wouldn’t even have to pay me.”

That made her grossly happy, so she just winked and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, inmate.”

~Cassian~

Two weeks later, he still hadn’t made any ground with the nurse. Except in his dreams, which woke him up every freaking night. Hell, he didn’t even know her name.

Every day, he joked and flirted and found new ways to make her blush. But yet, she still laughed him off when he talked about taking her out.

He knew he wouldn’t be locked up for long. His best friend and personal lawyer, Rhysand, was working on getting him out. But Tamlin, the asshole cop Cassian had punched, was doing his best to stop it from happening.

He’d hated them for years, ever since Rhys had “taken” his girlfriend from him.

He’d told him he’d be in for a max of two months before he him got out, but Cassian was getting annoyed.

All he wanted to do was take that nurse out on a date she wouldn’t forget and show her a good time. In more ways than one.

Celibacy was about a thousand times more difficult when you had a woman like that in front of you, looking up at you with bright blue eyes, smiling with those perfect lips he’d love to see wrapped around his-

He was knocked out of his thoughts by shouting in the main cell block. He recognized the sounds as a riot, something that happened a little too frequently here. He’d already gotten used to the noise.

He was settling onto his bed, preparing to go back to his daily daydream when he heard something that was not at all familiar. Cassian’s feet were on the floor before he could even form a thought.

He sprinted towards the sound of feminine yelling, shoving people aside as he ran through the block.

When he caught a glimpse of her golden hair, he raced over and started throwing punches without a thought.

He heard her yelling at him, but all he could see was her thin frame pressed against the wall, holding a syringe like a knife.

And the four assholes that had surrounded her.

One by one, they hit the floor, and then he finally let himself look up at the nurse.

~Nesta~

Nesta felt herself coming a little bit unraveled as she watched Cassian pound another inmates face in.

When he decided to stop using his human punching bag, he drug the limp men out of the cell, pulled the bars closed, and turned to her.

“I told you I’d protect you.” He was panting, but he still smiled. “Are you okay?”

The wild look in his eyes, bloody knuckles, and mused hair was making it hard for her to concentrate.

She stared at him, well aware her mouth was hanging open.

“Baby? You okay?” He strode towards her, powerful body eating up the ground. He was completely focused on her, ignoring the raging riot less than twenty feet away.

Nesta ignored it too as she gave into the adrenaline, threw herself at Cassian, and slammed her lips into his like she’d been dying to do for two weeks.

If he was surprised, he hid it well. His lips were smiling against hers, but when she slid her hands in his hair and pulled, the smile fell away and he actually started kissing her back.

Kissing her? No. More like devouring her.

His mouth was insistent and soft and firm and yet gentle and-

Strong arms wrapped around her, then she was being backed her up against the wall.

Nesta ignored the fact that it was cinder block.

His tongue swept into her mouth as her legs found their way around his waist, and she moaned softly as his body aligned with hers.

It had only been a few moments of this, but she was on fire, practically squirming with need.

Cassian’s hands drifted up the back of her shirt, callouses scraping her skin, and he pressed his hips into hers in a way that made her back arch, chest tight against his.

He ripped his lips away from hers long enough to mutter, “Holy fuck,” then kissed his way down her throat.

“Cassian,” she breathed, voice sounding raspy to her own ears, “I need-”

“I know, baby,” he interrupted, a hand moving down her pants to palm her ass.

He was halfway done working them down when an alarm sounded, loud and insistent, interrupting them and bringing Nesta back to reality.

And what a harsh reality it was.

Oh my God. Oh, no no no no.

Her feet found the ground as the bars next to them slid open again. Cassian’s arms were still around her, hands pressed into the wall above her head.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, refusing to meet his stare as she straightened her scrubs.

He brushed her hair off her forehead and shook his head. “For what?”

“That was completely unprofessional, and stupid, and a terrible mistake, and... bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She didn’t give him enough time to respond before she ducked under his arm and ran--yes, ran--away from the cell block back to her office.

What the hell had she done?

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