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get-shiggy-with-it · 4 years ago

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Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

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Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

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thewritewolf · 5 years ago

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Rekindle Chapter 14: Angst

Our climatic showdown between our heroes and Hawkmoth. Will he get beaten for good? Will he slink off into the shadows to harass our heroes? ...Or will he triumph?

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Adrien had almost reached Marinette when someone grabbed him by the arm. His reflexes, honed over their long struggle against Hawkmoth, were sharpened even more by the intensity of their situation. In one clean motion, he had seized the person, tore them off of him, and had thrown them away from him. Instead of falling to the ground gracelessly, the stranger flipped in the air and landed in a crouch.

The akuma villain - since that was clearly what she was now that he could see her - was an oddly familiar woman whose black hair had an unnaturally bright red streak through it. And that was the most normal thing about her - bright blue skin and a blank face that reflected like a mirror, all in what seemed to be an exaggerated business suit. As he watched, a flood of black energy washed over her, replacing her suit with a copy of his and in her mirror face, he saw his own features reflected and take a life of their own. She reached behind her to pull a copy of his baton off her back and settled into a combat stance similar to his own. He tore his attention off of her when he heard someone behind him speak.

“Chat Noir,” Hawkmoth drawled, walking out of the shadows but stopping twenty paces away from him. The intended effect was ruined since Adrien could see just as well in darkness, but it was the thought that counted. “This farce has gone on long enough. Paris suffers merely because you wanted to play hero, and now look what you’ve done,” he gestured to Marinette, “dragging innocent bystanders into the crossfire.”

Adrien’s eyes darted between Hawkmoth and the unsettling akuma who was inching her way around him.

“But I am not without mercy. Give me your miraculous and the both of you can walk out of here unmolested.” His hands rested on his cane, firmly planted against the ground. Adrien looked back at Marinette, saw the blood caked on the side of her face. He returned his eyes back to the cane.

Adrien took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to say and saw Hawkmoth lean forward slightly in anticipation.

“No,” was all Adrien said before charging furiously into his archenemy.

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Marinette watched with dawning horror as Chat Noir began to lose this fight. The akuma which Marinette had begun calling Dark Mirror had done more than make a loose copy of Chat’s outfit - she’d taken on his skills and fighting style as well. She had become a perfect duelist to take on Chat, expertly parrying blows and preventing him from making any significant gains. Still, long years of fighting alongside Ladybug had made their mark - he was wily and an inventive fighter now. It would be a long duel, but one that Chat Noir would have been able to win alone.

Unfortunately, Dark Mirror was not the only one he had to face.

Hawkmoth bidded his time, waited until Chat was fully invested in repelling or attacking Dark Mirror. Only then would he strike, landing a single solid blow before ducking behind the protective barrier that was Dark Mirror. She watched this go on for minutes, the bruises slowly collecting on her battered kitty before Hawkmoth made a mistake.

It became clear he was growing impatient. While at first he almost seemed to enjoy beating down the feline hero, Chat Noir defiantly refused to be defeated no matter how many injuries he collected. As his grimace became more pronounced, he locked eyes with Marinette from across the room and a mirthless smile crept onto his face.

He kicked up a piece of the wooden door and threw it towards Marinette. Only her own well-honed reflexes saved her from earning a cut on her good cheek.

For a moment, Chat froze, eyes widening as he looked back at her. He paid for the loss of attention with Dark Mirror’s baton connecting with his gut. While this didn’t knock him down, he met Marinette’s eyes and nodded. There was a promise there, she could feel it. She just wished she knew what he was promising. The moment passed and Chat evaded Dark Mirror, making his way toward a boarded up window.

“No! Stop him - we cannot afford to waste more time!”

Hawkmoth’s outburst proved pointless. Drawing upon some untapped source of energy, Chat burst through the brittle wood and disappeared on the other side.

“What about her?” Dark Mirror asked, a very unsettling thing given that it was a female voice coming from a reflection of her kitty’s face. She glared at Marinette. Even bloodied and dizzy, Marinette refused to flinch and instead glared right back at her.

“Don’t bother with her! She’s worthless to us. We have to catch him now.” Hawkmoth stormed out in a huff. Dark Mirror watched her for a moment longer before following behind.

And just like that, Marinette was alone. Well, not quite alone.

Tikki emerged from hiding, her big eyes full of sadness as they looked over Marinette. Though it took some effort, she took off the duct tape gag enough to allow Marinette to speak and freed her hands.

“Good job Tikki,” Marinette said, rubbing her wrists. “Now let’s go save Chat Noir. Spots on!”

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Adrien was not having a good time. He was trapped in an alleyway once again, with two opponents approaching him slowly. He’d already tried extending his baton to lift himself out of danger, but Dark Mirror had knocked him back to the ground.

That was about the limit of what even his body - superhuman as it was - could take. He struggled to get back up on his feet. It reminded him of another time, months ago, when he had been on the cusp of defeat by a common akuma and backed into an alley. Despite himself he smiled - Marinette wouldn’t be able to save him this time.

Hawkmoth approached him while Dark Mirror held back, watching the two of them very carefully. Hawkmoth knelt down to his level. “I gave you a chance. You refused and forced my hand. Goodbye, Chat Noir. Paris will be safer now that you are gone.” Hawkmoth raised his cane, but he was interrupted by a startled shout coming from behind.

They both looked over to see Dark Mirror detransform in a flash of black and purple, leaving his father’s assistant Nathalie in her place. There wasn’t an opportunity to dwell on this revelation as Ladybug settled into a combat stance, a white butterfly fluttering away from her.

“This ends here, Hawkmoth. Hand over your miraculous and surrender yourself peacefully.”

Before the supervillain could do anything except tremble in rage, Adrien delivered a swift kick to the back of his knees, making the older man collapse in a heap. Adrien then promptly fell over himself, expended.

Things happened very quickly after that.

First, Nathalie surprised everyone by jumping at Ladybug while shouting, “Run, sir! Get out of here!”

Hawkmoth hesitated only for a brief moment before he scrambled forward to dash past Ladybug, who was doing her best to shake off Nathalie without unduly hurting her. It didn’t take her long to push her off the beleaguered assistant. Her attention was split between Adrien and Hawkmoth, a rare moment of indecision from the usually bold and confident Ladybug.

“Go! I’ll be fine, just catch him!” Adrien shouted, shocking her into motion. She nodded at him and dashed after Hawkmoth. He turned his attention back to Nathalie. There was a tension silence between them as both recovered from being tossed around. He noticed she was wearing her usual attire, her normally prim and proper appearance tarnished by sweat and dirt. Her hands were tucked into the front of her suit, probably an attempt to fight the cold. Leaning on his staff, Adrien got to his feet to stand over Nathalie and asked her the question that was burning in his mind.

“Why, Nathalie? Why would you side with Hawkmoth?”

Slowly, painfully slowly, she looked up at him, eyes wide as if this was the first time she had ever seen him. She swallowed and simply replied:

“I did what I had to.”

He saw her hand pull out of her suit clutching some green and purple piece of jewelry and before he could do anything, she had transformed and disappeared in a whirl of peacock feathers. Adrien swallowed heavily, too stunned to fully process what just happened. His head jerked as he heard a shout from a couple streets over and he began to run towards it. He could figure things out later. For now, there was still Hawkmoth to defeat.

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For a decade long game of cat and mouse, Hawkmoth didn’t turn out to be that difficult of an enemy in close quarters. Maybe back when they were teenagers he would have been a challenge, but he had stayed safely hidden in the shadows for all that time while they had fought constantly against ever greater dangers. They had improved, had risen to the challenge, while he had languished.

Without his tricks, without threats, without backup and against the both of them, he folded without fanfare.

Marinette stepped forward toward where she had tied Hawkmoth up with her yoyo, where he was still screaming about needing to be let go, how he needed to go to her. The Miraculous Cure had done its work, leaving her head free of what she was sure had been a developing concussion. A newly healed Chat Noir watched from the sidelines as their fight finally ended and she reclaimed the Butterfly miraculous.

Hawkmoth vanished, replaced with Gabriel Agreste.

The revelation hit hard. While it had been a long time since she had looked up to the man, it still hurt to see just how far he had fallen. But most of all, she was worried about Adrien-

With a jolt of sudden recollection, she whipped her head around to face Chat Noir. There was no look of triumph or even grim satisfaction there. Only heart stopping anguish. Police sirens sounded nearby and Chat Noir bolted.

Marinette stood, rooted to the spot. She needed to tell the police about Gabriel, to ensure that he was taken care of. But after that? The Butterfly miraculous sat heavy in her hand. The mystical side of the miraculous had always eluded her, but even she could feel the corruption pulsing off of it. Master Fu would want to see it as soon as possible. But if Chat Noir was Adrien like she suspected… he needed someone, now more than ever. He didn’t have anyone else. As Officer Raincomprix approached, she grappled with her two choices:

Duty… or love?

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idk-dolans · 6 years ago

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V for VANDALISM (E.D.)

WARNINGS: swearing, bad words, explicit content i think???

I really hope you’ll like it just as much as I do and please let me know your opinion on this one! It’s my first E fic this long and I��m nervous😂

Vandalism (/��vand(ə)lɪz(ə)m/) - an action involving deliberate destruction of or damage to public or private property.

“Hello?” Her soft voice answered, shifting her position in the bed so that she can talk properly at the phone. He bit his lip, feeling a hint of remorse for waking her up at this hour.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

She looked around them every now and then almost too afraid to get caught. She’ll be in big trouble if anyone sees her with him, or even worse, if her father sees them together. She knew it’s wrong to be out at this hour of the night in the presence of the most wanted vandaliser in town. Everyone wanted to find who is the one that destroys the walls and masterpieces around New Jersey, everyone wanted to put their hand on him and punish him just as the law demands it to be punished. But he was way too smart for them. He never gets caught.

Ethan saw her retention and looked at her beautiful face while putting his hood on his head. He held in front of her his red bandana, waiting for her to take it and put it on her face just as he taught her a few months ago when he brought the courage to finally ask her on these adventures of his, afraid she might not like it or find them boring. She looked in his hazel eyes which appear darker due to the surroundings and she took the bandana from him, brushing delicately her fingers on top of his hand. While never breaking eye contact, she put it on, letting it fall around her neck and she pulled her hood over her head just as Ethan did. He looked at her adorringly before coming closer and pressing his lips on her forehead for a few seconds, taking a step back afterwards.

“I’m scared.” (Y/N) whispered, embracing herself with her cold hands in an attempt of heating her body a little in the cold night.

“Do you trust me?” Ethan asked, coming closer again. He looked down at her, seeing the cute little gesture she does with her feet but he abtains his chuckle.

“Of course I do!” She scoffed. “It’s just… I told you, if my father ever catches us it’s end game for both of us!” Her voice became louder with each word and Ethan just stood there, watching and listening to her. He was a little scared too to be honest, he didn’t want her to get in trouble because of him mainly because her Father was a cop… and not any cop. Her Father was the head of the main police station in New Jersey and when you have a parent inside the law, you can’t allow yourself to bring such shame to him and your family. Sure, when something happen he can always run and escape, but leaving her behind it’s not good for any of them for so many reasons. During the day everything is good, but once the night settles… everything changes and he takes these risks only because he loves her and wants her to experience something new, to feel the adrenaline he feels every night and to accept his world just like it is, to accept him.

“I don’t want that, Ethan.” She continued when she saw his response delays to appear. She comes closer and put his hood down, locking her hands through his dark hair, a thing Ethan loved. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead on hers, letting out a sigh.

“It won’t happen, (Y/N).”

“Okay, I think it’s safe for us to stop.” Ethan shouted after (Y/N) who was running ahead of him and she didn’t seem to stop any time soon. They were both laughing like crazy as the sky lightens in streaks of pink and orange and clouds are lit from the bottom in a fiery glow. Sunrise intensifies with each minute, growing brighter and sharper, and visibility improves as night is cast off. Their laughs stop just as fast as they began, only big smiles remaining on their faces while Ethan comes closer to his girl. She looks up at him and he push delicately a strand of messy hair behind her ear, inching closer to her face. Her eyes seem heavy and her cheeks were a light color of red due to her hysterical laughing and the cold that pierced her face as she ran. He was impressed with her running skills, she literally surpassed him. But maybe that happens when you tell someone to run for their life, he actually feels a little bad. Ethan decided to take (Y/N) on that side of the city where it can’t happen anything bad if someone saw you because there are not security cameras and other things that might compromise their adventure but while he was “tagging” a wall with his signature, a man saw them and started shouting after them. (Y/N) almost screamed and she could feel her air caught up in her throat while Ethan casually catched her arm and started running in the opposite direction. They finally made it downtown and stopped running.

“I must admit it, beautiful, I’m hurt and impressed.” He let out a laugh, moving his hand to the back of her head and her smile grew bigger. “Maybe you’re not just a book-worm after all.” He rolled his eyes jokingly and this time she let out a laugh. Even though they wanted to stay like this forever, the tale must come to an end.

“I think it’s time for me to go…” (Y/N) began slowly. “I don’t want my father to wake up and find out I’m not home.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed, looking into her caramel eyes that always seem to melt into his own hazel eyes whenever he watched her. He cupped her face with his other hand and pressed his lips to her cold ones in a short and sweet kiss. “Take care, beautiful.” He then kissed her forehead and she nodded before kissing him one more time. She smiled and turned around, heading home and leaving Ethan watching her tiny sillouette until she dissapeared around the corner.

(Y/N) tried to walk faster while adjusting her hood on her head and then putting her hands in her hoodie’s pockets. Ethan’s bandana hung loosely around her neck and the smell of his cologne invaded once again her nostrills. She took in his scent she adored so much and tried to calm down a little. It basically just started to light outside, her father won’t be up until at least 6:30 o'clock. Shrugging that off, she anyway started to walk faster just because she was cold and tired and she wanted to throw herself on her bed and drift off to sleep, but the morning air caught up in her throat when she saw her father’s car in the distance, driving down the dimly lit and desserted alley. She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart beating like crazy and she ran toward the corner of the street, praying that he didnt see her. She took her phone out, checking the time, confusion washing over her face. It wasn’t even 6 in the morning, what was going on? She decided it was best for her to arrive home as fast as she could so she started running down the alley that led behind her house. Looking around, she didn’t saw anyone or anything out of ordinary, it was really quiet, only the birds started chirpping. She went inside the house, closing the door slowly behind her so that she won’t make any noise and tip-toed through the house and up the stairs until she entered her room. She let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding and threw herself on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly after she closed her eyes.

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Ethan woke up around noon, a little alerted. (Y/N) didn’t call him nor texted him and he started worrying a little, it was unusual for her to do this but as he was complaining about it, his phone buzzed beside his pillow. He turned over, taking the phone in his hand, a smile appearing on his face when he saw the name of his girl on his phone’s screen. He opened her message, his smile growing bigger with each word read.

“Hi handsome! :) sorry to bother you if you’re sleeping but I just got you something and I’m excited for you to see it. I’ve also bought a few pancakes from that place you love so much and I’m waiting for you at our bench.

Hurry! They’ll get cold! 💋”

“Am I late?” Ethan shouted from the distance, bringing (Y/N)’s attention back. She smiled, looking at him riding his BMX closer to her until he hopped off of it, letting it down. She closed the book she was currently reading and placed it in her open backpack, turning back again to Ethan.

“I think you made it, the pancakes aren’t that cold.” She put her hand under her chin as if she was thinking then let out a giggle. Ethan’s heart grew bigger at the girl in front of him if that’s even possible and he had this stupid smile on his face. He couldn’t resist anymore and stepped closer, cupping her face with his hands. Pressing a soft and loving kiss on her lips he knew in that moment he was the luckiest guy in the world. She smiled shyly at him before breaking eye contact. “I have something for you!” (Y/N) said excited, searching inside her backpack while Ethan took one of the pancakes. He let out a moan and rolled his eyes.

“These are so fucking good!” He grumbled, his voice a little muffled because of the amount of food he had in his mouth. (Y/N) frowned and turned to him.

“Language, young man!” She said through gritted teeth and for Ethan she was the most adorable thing in the entire world. He chuckled but decided to play along.

“Sorry!” He let out, swallowing. “They are just too delicious.” He shoves the rest of the pancake in his mouth before taking a seat beside (Y/N). She took his hand in hers and placed the book in the palm of his hand. He looked curiously, taking it from her.

“Verity, huh?” He asked, turning the book over. “I’ve never heard of Colleen Hoover.” He admitted and (Y/N) let out a laugh. Of course he never heard of her, he only read the few books (Y/N) gave him. It was kind of like a tradition - she would give him a book, he’ll read it and then he would “transform” his art to fit the content of the book. It was really romantic for him and in that way, (Y/N) knew as well he read the books. “Tell me a little about it, why Verity?”

“I chose this book for you because I’m sure you’ll love it.” She began to spoke and Ethan stopped all of his movements, keeping the book in his hands and listening to her voice. “What I’ve come to appreciate most about Colleen Hoover’s work—whether it’s an emotionally charged love story or in this case, her first go at suspense—is her penchant for pushing boundaries. For telling the unexpected story.”

“And how do you know I’ll love it?” He asked, not turning to look at her. (Y/N) smiled.

“This storyline is dark, and the lives of the characters that inhabit the pages are far from perfect, so don’t kid yourself into thinking this is something it’s not. Verity is horrifying, maddening, and what-the-hell-inducing, but it’s also sustenance for that looking to satisfy a craving for something different.” She explained, leaving him dumbfounded as always. He didn’t say anything so she continued. “I’m sure you’ll like it because you too are different and that kind of person that people always judge by its cover and catalogs as something that it’s not when in reality, you hold a lot of a different story.” He listened to her talk, her voice soothing him and they stood in silence for a few moments before he turned to her.

“Thank you, (Y/N)! It means a lot to me and I really appreciate it!” She smiled widely at him and kissed his cheek lovingly.

“Hope you’ll manage to read a few chapters until tonight, I want to go on another adventure.” She winked at him and Ethan’s smile grew bigger.

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“Dad? Are you home?” (Y/N) shouted from the front door, getting rid of her barely there-black sandals. She let her backpack down and looked around, going straight to the living room.

“Yes, cupcake, I’m in the kitchen!” He shouted from where he was and (Y/N) cringed a little at the nickname. She didn’t mind though, that meant he’s in a good mood. She entered the kitchen, seeing her father there in his cop uniform. He was eating a bowl of cereals with fruit yogurt and looked ahead of him at the tv on the counter.

“Hey, I woke up when you left this morning, it was quite early.” She spoke softly and her father hummed in response.

“They called me for another graffiti.” He answered, not looking at her. “It was at the end of the city, but they ran before we could arrive.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably next to the table, it was the same spot she and Ethan were a few hours ago. Thank God they left immediately.

(Y/N) took an apple from the table and sat down on a chair beside her father. She turned her head to the tv as well and saw the images on the news, feeling her stomach tighten. They were talking again about the vandalisers, about Ethan.

“Why don’t they let them be? I don’t see anything wrong with the graffers.” She scoffed, taking another bite from her apple. Mr. Dawson threw her a look before turning again to the tv.

“You don’t understand and I’m not expecting you to do so.” He began to speak, not looking at her. “These vandals damage the surroundings and I’m not gonna allow that. Not in my city!” He continued, turning to her this time. It wasn’t fair.

“I think what they do can be called art. Have you seen the ones done by V? They are amazing and contain every kind of color and themes.” She tried to change her father’s mind, but he only glared at her. “He did that wonderful and dark landscape on the front wall of the Penitentiary, how amazing was that?”

“Oooh, you’re talking about that one that also graffed the Police Station wall with A.C.A.B. and signed under it with V for VANDALISM.” Mr. Dawson tried to sound excited but (Y/N) felt the irony and anger in his voice and let out a long sigh, turning her head to the tv again. All she hopes for is that Ethan or any of his friends won’t get caught.

“Admit it, they draw on the most secure buildings, full of cameras and guardians on every step and they somehow still managed to never get caught. They are really smart.” She shrugged, taking a few more bites from her apple and watched as her father took his bowl and put it in the sink.

“No, dear, I think they are just a bunch of hooligans who only try to cause trouble around the city.” He chuckled but his daughter saw it wasn’t a real one, he wasn’t amused, he was frustrated that this bunch of hooligans were a lot smarter than all the cops in the city. Now (Y/N) was amused.

“Whatever.” She threw the apple spine in the trash and turned around. “Dad?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Is it okay if I go out tonight with Ethan and our other friends?” She asked in that sweet voice of hers and her father couldn’t tell her no. Also he knew Ethan and liked him very much so he knew his daughter is in good hands. Oh, if only he knew…

“Yeah, I don’t have any problem with that. I’m on my night shift anyway, just be careful!”

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“Some families are lucky enough to never experience a single tragedy. But then there are those families that see to have tragedies waiting on the back burner. What can go wrong, goes wrong. And then gets worse." (Y/N) almost hummed the quotes as they walked toward the meeting point. Ethan started smiling and passed his right hand through his hair just as he intertwines fingers with the delicate girl to his left.

"The Crawford’s have experienced devastating tragedy in the loss of their twin daughters. Lowen can’t help but feel sympathy for the grieving Jeremy and his remaining son. Then she uncovers Verity’s unfinished autobiography. Page upon page of bone-chilling, psychotic admissions. As Lowen uncovers Verity’s deepest, darkest secrets, things between her and Jeremy begin to intensify.” Ethan explained, proud of himself after he finished and he looked down at (Y/N), seeing how she was already eyeing him with adoring eyes so he winked at her. She looked somewhere else, feeling her cheeks heating up and Ethan let out an angelic laugh, stoping and coming in front of her. She put her hands on his chest while he carefully cupped her face, almost too afraid she was gonna break in his hands. They were so different, yet so similiar. Even though he comes from a whole different world than her, he just couldn’t let her go for anything in life. He was attracted to her in a way he can’t explain but he wasn’t complaining. (Y/N) was everything for him and she’s the only person that can take his pain away and soothe him with just her voice. He wasn’t like the rest of the boys and she knew that too, he had problems, he was difficult, tough, stubborn and so on but she wouldn’t change a thing about him because she loves him just the way he is and no one in the world can compare to the vandaliser in a hoodie that stole her heart.

“I love you, bub!” He let out after a while of only looking into her eyes; her beautiful and gorgeous eyes he adored so much. (Y/N) smiled and cupped his face as well, taking him down to her for a kiss. He almost did it in a brutal way but his lips became fast sensual above hers and he pulled her closer if that was even possible.

“I love you.” She whispered, giving him a sweet “butterfly kiss” and Ethan could feel his little heart beating faster.

“Hey, Dolan!” An unknown voice spoke, making (Y/N) frown a little and looking up to Ethan with an eyebrow raised. He took her hand back in his and dragged her among him towards the boy. He wore a snapback over his dirty blonde hair as they could see from that little gap. He had piercing blue eyes, a silver nosering and a lot of tattoos, one of them being visible from under his purple hoodie and up his neck. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder while letting out the smoke from his cigarette.

“Ivan.” Ethan greeted him coldly. “It’s been a while.” He spoke again, a look of pure boredom on his face. (Y/N) stood a little behind him, tightening her arms around Ethan’s and she looked up at the boy. He screamed clearly trouble.

“Is this your girl?” Ivan ignored Ethan, putting all of his attention on the small girl beside him. She gulped and wanted to take a step back while Ethan remained still. “She’s very pretty!” He exclaimed, turning his attention back to the man that was now almost fuming. He wanted to punch him in the face and erase that stupid smirk of his but he tried to remain calm and keep his composure. He didn’t want to scare (Y/N).

“Are you done?” Ethan asked, his voice and face stone cold. (Y/N) looked at him, embracing him now, afraid he might say or do something bad.

“Oh wow, just offering a compliment.” Ivan laughed, throwing the cigarette-butt away. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He smiled to both of them but Ethan was still imagining how he could crush his head.

“Come on, E.” (Y/N) spoke softly to him, not breaking eye contact with Ivan. “Let’s go!” She said a little louder this time, pulling Ethan’s hand. He obeyed without any words and started walking again to the meeting point, leaving Ivan behind.

After arriving and meeting each other, the boys and even a few girls started exchanging the spray cans they needed. (Y/N) bit her lip, the thought of her father catching them tonight making her shiver. She looked down to where Ethan stood, putting the spray cans in his bag.

“E?”

“Yes, love?” He answered instantly, not turning to her. She bit again her lip, then spoke.

“My father is driving around the city tonight.” Ethan stopped his movements, taking in what she just said and her gaze was fixed on the back of his head. He chuckled before turning to her.

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” Ethan admitted lightly before getting up and approaching her. She widened her eyes, then furrowed her brows and sighed.

“We’ll be good.” She assured him and he nodded before taking his bag and putting it on his shoulder.

(Y/N) didn’t have that much fun in her entire life and she was a whole new person when she was with Ethan. He couldn’t even finish the draw he was currently trying to make because he was looking at her continuously. She took one of Ethan’s sprays and shakes it before coming to the wall. She draws a crossed V which she then embraced it in a heart. Ethan smiled and came to where she stood, adjusting the shaky heart she made, looking adorringly at it.

“Thank you for showing me the night life.” She spoke over his shoulder, smiling widely and Ethan turned to her, leaving the spray can down.

“You like it?” He asked, coming closer, putting his hands on her hips. She was so little in Ethan’s hands and that thought alone made wonders in his mind, remembering those times they made love in his room, on those same mattress that keep all the secrets and memories they both shared.

“I love it!” She exclaimed, her eyes having that specific shine. He kissed her, a kiss full of love and passion that stopped way too soon for their like.

“Dolan! We have problems!” Annelisse shouted from the distance, running towards them. She was Ivan’s sister and Grayson’s girlfriend. Even though her brother was a big asshole, she was really chill and didn’t cause any trouble to the people around her beside the cops that wanted her too for her art. She tried to make Grayson to come with her in these adventures at night just as Ethan did with (Y/N) but he wasn’t in for it. He loved her, of course, but the danger was too much for him and he couldn’t risk it. Annelisse was kind of jealous of their relationship but somehow happy that Ethan found the perfect girl for him. His face always lit up when he talked about her and just a few days ago he told the boys he wanted to surprise her with a graffiti, but not too soon. Not after what happened.

“What’s going on?” Ethan turned to her, observing the tears in her eyes and panick in her voice. She was franticaly looking around them. Something bad happened.

“They got Ivan! They picked him up!” She screamed, more tears coming down her face now. (Y/N) and Ethan’s faces were shocked and they just looked at her in disbelief. “We need to leave! Now!” She screamed once again before the sirens of the police’s car started hearing again in the distance. Ethan turned to (Y/N) who began to panick, tears forming in her eyes as well and he put his hands on her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Breathe, baby! I’m here! Nothing’s gonna happen, okay?” He tried to calm her down, breathing in and out in sync with her, wiping away her tears. “Just follow me.” He kissed her forehead then took the rest of the spraying cans, stuffing them in his bag. “Everyone! Hurry!” He shouted over to the rest of the people, taking (Y/N)’s hand in his before starting to run. The sirens were too close and the noise began to feel unsupportable for their ears. They all started running after Ethan. The sirens echoed through his head and he heard them from everywhere around him, making it hard for them to realize where they actually come from. His fear transformed instantly in panick and pure dread when they ran just around the block and five cars of police were waiting for them there, with the flares-up in red and blue. They stopped abruptly in front of the headlights, mouths agape. They don’t have any chance to run now, they are surrounded.

“Everyone down on their knees!” (Y/N) heard what sounded like her father’s voice shouting at them and her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure though, everything now in her head buzzed and her sight was blurry due to her tears that threatened to fall any time now on her cold cheeks.

“As for you, young lady, I’m so dissapointed in you!” She knew for sure now that it was her father. She finally let the tears fall and sobbed hardly, looking how he approached her. “If only I knew my daughter hangs out with you…” He looked over to Ethan who just stood in front of her father, not being able to do or say anything. “I’ll make sure you won’t be near her again, am I clear?” He shouted at Ethan and he gulped, letting his head down.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. (Y/N), get in the car, we’ll have a talk at home. You’re in a lot of trouble, young lady!” Mr. Dawson was now in front of his daughter who didn’t seem to listen to him.

“No.” She said between sobs and all of the eyes were now on her.

“I beg your pardon?” Her father looked at her confused, anger evident in his voice now.

“Baby, what are you do-”

“I said no!” She brought up the courage to shout at him and Ethan couldn’t believe his eyes and ears just as her father. “I’m not going anywhere, Dad!” She continued, not knowing what made her do this but she didn’t complained. She was sick of this situation.

“Enough with these nonsenses!” Mr. Dawson was the one who screamed now and everyone got silent. “Go get them!” He shouted at the cops before they rushed to catch the vandalisers. (Y/N) screamed when she saw two of them put their hands on Ethan and she tried to stop them before she felt a pair of strong arms catching her from behind. Everything around them slowed down and with only a few seconds left, they both strrugled in the arms of the cops to make a step toward each other. Their lips caught each other in a desperate kiss full of all the fear and passion they had in them. It was that kind of kiss that made everything around them stop and just live the moment; the kind of kiss that said “please, don’t leave me!” and “don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

They were both hardly pulled apart and (Y/N) looked at Ethan who mimicked those three words that made her world sink in an infinite abyss, her heart breaking into pieces.

“I love you.”

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“What is it guys?” (Y/N) asked Jake and Isaac, another two friends of Ethan and graffers. They somehow managed to escape that night, two months ago to be exactly. Since then, (Y/N) seemed to lost all of her shine, they took her happiness from her, they took her Ethan and she swore she’ll never gonna forgive her Dad for it. She sometimes visits and hangs out with Grayson, just so that he can forget about the tragedy too. Annelisse was caught and with that, Grayson’s world sunk deeper than (Y/N)’s. They got his brother and his girlfriend.

“Uhm, we wanted to show you something for a while and we decided that now is the moment.” Isaac spoke, a little awkward because they didn’t know how to behave in front of her now, not after all that happened.

“Just… Close your eyes or something, it’s not that far.”

“Okay, you can open them! Take your time, we’ll wait for you at the corner of the street.” Jake spoke this time, taking off his hands of her shoulders, taking a few steps back. He dragged Isaac after him and left (Y/N) there.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the most beautiful and realistic graff of them all. There, just a few steps ahead of her, on the white wall were two people; a boy, which was down on one knee, nikes on, shorts, a black hoodie -which hood covered up his head so that you could see only his nose and mouth from the profile- and in his hand he had a red rose that he offered to the other person: a girl that was looking down at him, sandals on, light pink dress and her hands were on her face, not believing the gesture. Next to the amazing drawing was the same crossed V, embraced in a little heart. (Y/N) came closer, a big smile on her face and her eyes fell down in front of the wall.

The same red rose was waiting for her together with a white paper. She took them up, her smile growing wider and she opened the paper.

“Okay so this is like the 4th or 5th page I’m trying to write cause letters are not my thing.” She read on the paper, letting out a laugh and knowing immediately this was Ethan.

“I don’t know how to start this and obviously I don’t know how I’ll end it either but I’m gonna try for you.

I hope you like the graff you just saw because I wasn’t able to see it. It was a surprise I had in plan for you for a long time now but I couldn’t do it anymore… I hope those fucks guys that did it nailed it cause if they didn’t, I’m gonna rip of their heads when I come out.

I’m sorry I’m not that kind of boyfriend that you always find in books and can stay with you everyday and make you happy. I’m sorry for the trouble I brought to you and I hope you can forgive me. I know I have a lot of defects but I’m working so hard on them and to be a better person. You taught me a lot of things and I’m so grateful for that, for you, that even after what happened I still have you in my life. I’m a really lucky guy.

I took the books from you here and I already finished them, it’s really boring here and the food is crap. But don’t worry, I’m fine! I didn’t drop the soap ;) (omg that was so bad, I’m sorry). I have a few more months of staying here and after that we can finally see each other! I’m extremely excited about it!

Anyway, tell Grayson I said "hi!” and to not worry cause me and Annelisse are okay and we’re missing him!

I hope I’ll see you again in no time baby cause I miss you so, so, so much and I want to see your beautiful face again.

I love you, bub!“

Tears fell uncontrolably down her face and she let out a few sobs, raising her eyes to look again at the beautiful picture in front of her. She misses him so much it hurts.

"I love you too, E!”

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THE END

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1. INT. PLATH ACADEMY SENIOR DORMITORIES’ STAIRCASE. MID-DAY.

Two days into February. Snow and ice cover the walkways and make the campus a hassle to trek, but when the Thursday menus are all greasy carbs and meat, a vegetarian spends her free period going back to their DORM to make herself lunch every week. We see a small brunette come around the staircase turn. She has a coat over her arm, a PRADA SATCHEL in her hand, mascara on her lashes. She is wearing a velvet skirt and suddenly, a grimace on her face. The STENCH in the staircase is distinct and familiar, but she can’t place it.

She opens the door to the ghost town of a third-floor hallway, and we hear a small noise of disgust and know the STENCH is stronger by the way her manicured hand comes up to cover her nose. She must assume the stench is coming from the hall bathroom, based on the way she makes haste to her dorm room. From our rear view of her, we hear her key go into the lock, hear it twist the gears, and see the door swing open. She hurries in then stops immediately.

2. INT. BRONTE-SNOW DORM ROOM DOORWAY. ANGLE UP ON MAXINE.

Her SATCHEL falls to the ground and we hear papers and school supplies splash against the tile floor while her hands cup together to smother her nose and mouth. The way her eyes open wide and gloss over with immediate tears says she remembers exactly where she’s smelled that STENCH before. She takes a slow step back and then notices the ENVELOPE taped to her door. Her shaking hands grasp it off and she pauses for a deep breath before she opens it.

3. QUICK CLOSE-UP OF THE CONTENTS.

A transcript of the second of her four questions, with THE CREEPER’S response:

Simple PAWNS out of the chess board. Unimportant NPCs that aren’t essential for my game. Would you like to meet them?

4. PAN DOWN HER SHAKING BODY, ACROSS THE FLOOR AND UP TO THE BED.

When we creep up the lavender comforter, we see the floral print become more and more interrupted by dripping stains of DARK BROWNISH-CRIMSON before we pan up to the source…

Plopped on a once-pristine bedspread: a pair of ROTTEN but unmistakably human HEADS. Scarred in deep scratches, necks severed unclean with fringes of skin hanging off, teeth fallen out, bloodied patches dried black and clearly infested, lids to clouded gray eyes pulled open on one of them.

5. BACK TO MAXINE.

Her breath is whimpering uneven and close to hiccuping as she takes slow steps closer to investigate. Her breath is held as she gets close enough to notice something like MAGGOTS crawling in the agape mouths. She cringes away, backs up to leave her envelope on the vanity table before moving in closer, but her body jolts when she touches something bumpy and cold where she usually keeps the space blank. Eyebrows are furrowed when she looks over her shoulder. She catches glimpse of something that finally makes her lose a SHOUT that turns silent at the climax from how dry her mouth has gone.

6. SHOT OF THE DESK-TURNED-VANITY TABLE.

The frame of her mirror is decorated by snapshots of her cat, selfies with her cousin, little heartfelt notes from care packages sent by her parents, loose ribbons that fell from pom-poms, nautical stickers and a tiny starfish toy. In jarring contrast at the center of this: ANOTHER HEAD. This one is female, and placed where her reflection should be when she stares at the mirror. The way the brown hair falls in familiar waves, nose is cropped to look smaller, and lips are stitched to look thinner and coated with a lipstick she’ll soon throw away, we can tell it’s designed to reflect her. What resonates most isn’t the modified features, though, but rather the missing ones. The eyeballs were gouged out, and in their place are a pair of bulging CARNATIONS. If you squint you may manage to see, beneath the head, a pink rectangle peeking out. We see her hand come into frame with the courage to pull it out, but hear her festering weeping while she opens it. This is the message attached to her third question. This note is disturbingly inviting, elegant, pink. The penmanship is near calligraphic.

No flower is as beautiful as you.

7. INT. GIRLS ROOM BATHROOM STALL. ANGLE DOWN OVER MAXINE’S SHOULDER.

The stall door nearly swings off the hinges in her desperate rush to fling her face over the TOILET. Between dry sobbing and hyperventilation, she VOMITS. Then she catches her breath, hair swings back and forth, and she vomits again, shoulders trembling, and then she does it AGAIN. It’s dry and choking and shots clank something ugly against the porcelain. There is nothing in her stomach, but her body is trying to throw something out here.

8. PAN OUT OF THE BATHROOM AND INTO THE HALL.

We still hear the muffled sound of her HORRID DRY RETCHING. It’s the only sound we hear as we scan the halls, which are a ghost town during these class hours. We can hear faint flies buzzing as we get close to her DORM, where the door is still left open after her implied rush to leave. After a few still seconds of focus on the rotting heads, we finally hear the toilet flush.

9. WIDESHOT OF THE THIRD FLOOR GIRLS ROOM, SINKS AND MIRRORS.

Rear view of Max hunched over the running water of the sink farthest from the door. We catch a glimpse of her inhumanly paled face when she finishes splashing water against it and looks up in the mirror. Whatever is left of her mascara stains down her cheeks in streaks. She gets a moment of quiet eye contact with herself before we hear her try to choke back more weeping. She washes her hands about twelve times while struggling with her impulse to cry more, then slides down beneath the sink with her knees pulled into her chest and the pipe digging into her numb back.

10. CLOSE-UP ON MAXINE’S PHONE HELD AT THE TOP OF HER TREMBLING KNEES.

She composes a series of text messages. Hands shake enough that she has to backspace and retype her letters. We hear her occasional SNIFFLING and SWALLOWING.

OUTGOING TEXT TO ❄️️ SNOW WHITE 👸 : Maxine [11:13am]: 𝘦𝘷 𝘦 Maxine [11:13am]: 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 Maxine [11:14am]: 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 Maxine [11:15am]: 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 SENT.

She gets up. We are looking up at her as she head out the door, and before it closes we see her turning in the direction of her DORM. We are left in the stillness of the bathroom with only the faint, leaving sounds of her footsteps before fading to black.

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[ UNABRIDGED SUBMISSION UNDER THE CUT. TRIGGER WARNING FOR GORE. ]

Simple PAWNS out of the chess board. Unimportant NPCs that aren't essential for my game. Would you like to meet them?

And over her bed, two heads were laid, staining the light-colored sheets with red. The stench filled the room, naturally the heads had been decomposing for some time now. BUT, on her dressing table laid HER head; or so you could say. Naturally it was another girl, but it had been modified to look just like Max Bronte. The small nose, the thin lips, the wavy brown hair and instead of eyes, there were a bunch of CARNATIONS inserted in the eye holes, and a note written with pink ink and nice cursive letter.

No flower is as beautiful as you.

#CREEPER OFFICIALLY CONFIRMED FOR MURDERER!! BINCH!!! CONFIRMED!!!#plathcreeper #i wanted to write something REALLY extra and amp up the horror movie schtick because this is her first time seeing a corpse sans tyler #╳ 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 — 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙣.┊re: THE CREEPER. ▒#submission #vomit for ts #gore for ts #evesnow

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