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limitlessgojo · 3 years ago

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 7)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Speed of Sound

Next Chapter: Red Strings of Fate

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Double Update today, because these two chapters go hand in hand. It didn't feel right to upload one without the other.

Chapter 7: Bird of Flame

You faced Todo off in a clearing. Everyone else was at the far side watching. “Just run away if it gets too much.” You worriedly said to Miwa and Mai pushing them back.

“It’s okay, I’ll hold off any attacks.” Noritoshi assured you. You beamed up at him, “Thanks senpai.”

“Someone’s being awfully friendly today.” Momo half coughed and half murmured out. Noritoshi just gave her the side eye.

As per your style of fighting, you stayed still if you did not know of your opponent’s cursed technique.

“I won’t immobilise you this time since we are sparring.” You called out to Todo. “Fine with me!”

You could hold out your protective space warping around you for several hours. You just had to make sure it was activated in the space around you.

Todo didn’t hesitate to start off with punches and kicks. Nothing moved you of course. 5 minutes passed with him getting nowhere. Is that all he has?

You narrowed your eyes, but lifted a hand to push him back into a tree. You manipulated its branches such that they were all pointing to him. He was about to hit them until he clapped his hands and suddenly, you were there.

Your eyes widened, barely having time to brace yourself as you guarded for impact. You hit the branches hard. “Shit.” Looks like you might have to use your extended techniques against him.

He was in front of you in a split second and you quickly moved to dodge. You tried to maneuver your way around him, but it was hard to pinpoint the exact origin of the hits as he kept swapping your positions before landing a hit.

Sometimes, when you brace for a hit, he doesn’t swap your positions. How annoying!!! Of course your spacial barrier is still active and taking the hits for you, but it does have its limits.

Moving at mach speed in a short distant range won’t help you too much as it’s better for transport rather than combat.

You breathed out low and slow, before channeling your concentration into your 6th sense. Spatial awareness. Faster and faster, you started bracing for his hits and pushing him back.

And when he was unprepared you lashed out with your hidden twin blade only for him to dodge it. You can’t deny that the 2nd year's have more experience than you in battle. And Todo's specialty is obviously close combat.

You had both blades out now quickly slashing at him dangerously. He avoids it and the slashes cut all the way to the trees behind him.

You gave in, sheathing your blades and turning around to recuperate but he was faster as he finally caught you by the arm. “I got you!”

You grinned. Who got who?

With one hand, you straightened 4 fingers out towards Todo and folded your thumb into your palm. “Extension cursed technique, focus range: Niflheim”. Your applied cursed technique slows down the movement of molecules in an enclosed area, forcing items to freeze.

A layer of ice covered Todo’s entire body. The branches that binded around him were also covered with ice, stretching behind him in an ice pillar.

You quickly released your hand from his hold and slowly breathed to the sky, releasing an icy smokey breath. You turned around with a slow smile. “Checkmate”

He struggled against the ice but, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That is way under 0 degrees celsius. You might lose a limb or 2 Todo senpai.”

He sighed, “I g-g-guh-give!” He could barely utter the words as his teeth chattered. You gently focused on raising the temperature, melting the ice off of Todo first. You couldn’t do it too fast or else he would combust.

As soon as he was free you reached out and applied your reversed cursed technique on him, healing the cold in his body. “Thank you so much for the match! It’s been a while since I felt that much fun in battle!” You excitedly said.

“Good game. As expected of my little sister, you’re very strong.” Todo patted your head. You stared, “Excuse me, whose little sister??”

“You should have buried him y/n!” Momo exclaimed. “Hear hear.” Mai chanted. Mechamaru just said, “I almost got buried by her once. She should have done the same with him.” You just laughed, “It’s okay, I’m satisfied with this.”

You turned to Noritoshi and he walked up to you and Todo went back. At this distance, the others couldn’t hear your conversation. “That was incredible.” He had a very proud smile on his face. “I hope you take our fight seriously as well. That’s all I ask of you.” He whispered.

“Of course I will senpai. But like with Todo senpai, I won’t use immobilisation techniques so we can spar properly okay?”

“Okay” he patted your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before moving backwards. ‘Kamo clan, blood manipulation. They can manipulate their blood freely.’ you thought to yourself.

Your eyes zeroed in on his bow and arrows. The smell of blood was always on him, but you bet he had blood on those arrows. “Begin!”

He launched arrows at you only for you to stop them. Projectiles were the worst thing he could do. You frowned as you turned the arrows on him and sent them back. He dodged and shot more.

What on earth? This was so ineffective against yo-

He suddenly came from the side and punched you. Diversionary tactics dummy, you didn’t think about it.

You got pushed back from the force but stood your ground. He was insanely fast for a human. He is currently faster than Todo and any of the male cousins whom you’ve fought with.

It was a jarring experience. “Flowing Red Scale” He moved backwards, one eye wide open with a red blood x mark on it.

Your brain went into overdrive in a hurry to connect the dots while you defended against him. Blood. Red blood cells. Oxygen. He’s increasing his physical abilities.

You quickly lashed out with a double kick only for him to bring out a blood bag. “Blood manipulation: Crimson binding”. Blood strands wrapped around you and caged you in.

But you froze them and easily broke it in the process. You hurried to try and bring him down with mixed martial arts, not wanting to hurt him too much.

Sparring with him actually felt like a dance. You dodged and had an instinct as to where the next move would come from, and he was the same. Barely any hits landed on each other for a while.

Ah right, you promised to go hard on him. You put two hands out in a V shape, with palms facing him. Noritoshi’s eyes widened at the familiar hand signs. It’s the very first one you showed him.

“Tatsumaki” A huge horizontal cyclone hit him and forced him back. “Enhanced Gravity: Output level 4%”

“Aarghhh” Noritoshi groaned as he was forced to the ground. You didn’t notice his hands moving.

“Convergence! Piercing blood” a sudden fast stream of blood shot out and grazed your cheek. It would have been worse had you not moved your head aside. Noritoshi’s eyes widened as blood poured from the wound.

You quickly made tree branches hold his hands apart and forced him back onto the ground. You pointed both your twin blades at his head. “I give!”

You released your technique and knelt down. “Are you oka-”

“Are you okay? I hit your face!” He exclaimed in worry, hand hovering just over your cheek. You stared at him in amusement. “It’s a serious matter!!” he insisted.

You covered your face with one hand, then wiped off the blood to reveal a flawless cheek. He gaped, “Reverse cursed technique. I see. Good fight” He wheezed out.

"You actually hit through my defenses in battle. That was amazing Noritoshi senpai." You whispered in amazement. There was something different about the blood he manipulated.

His bond to it was far stronger than your hold over his blood. So if you tried manipulating his blood, it's a low chance that you could get it to attack him.

You can manipulate anything and everything, even at molecular levels to some extent. But you can't produce what's not there. There seems to be a limit to your manipulation over certain items.

"I still lost. Thank you for the match." He said.

You held his hand for the first time as you pulled him up, when suddenly a searing pain hit the inside of your wrist.

"Ouch!" You exclaimed while Noritoshi winced as well. You both pulled back your sleeves to see a large bird surrounded by flames just below the inner wrist on your right hand. Noritoshi had the exact same symbol, but it was in the inner wrist on his left hand.

You quickly pulled over both your sleeves to cover the markings, “Just say we both got wounds, let’s keep this a secret.” You pulled back and acted on purpose, “Good fight. You almost got me there.”

He naturally followed your lead, but there was a brightness to his eyes that told of something else. “.... Yeah you got me. I’ll do my best to catch up to you next time we spar.”

“What happened?” Utahime ran towards the both of you upon seeing you both flinch forward. “No, Utahime sensei we just got some scrapes that stung badly, nothing too bad.”

“I see. I have a first aid kit on hand, feel free to use it if you need to.” She said, and pushed you two back to where everyone else was.

You both stayed at the back watching the other students ask to spar with each other. Noritoshi quietly tugged at your sleeve, hidden from view with his own large and wide sleeves.

You tugged back twice on his sleeve and grabbed his hand to squeeze it. His hands were rough and calloused from fighting, but also had a tenderness and warmth from the way they tried to hold onto yours.

Both your marks flashed with heat when your hands touched. Noritoshi turned to you with all the world's curiosity in his face.

But you pulled back and put some distance between the two of you so it wouldn't look too obvious. "That binding technique that you did earlier was cool. Is it possible for you to manipulate the blood even after I freeze it solid?" You asked to try and divert the attention.

"Actually I haven't tried yet. But I should be able to as the main composition is still my blood." He admitted.

The remaining time left on the field was spent mostly on the others working on their cursed techniques against each other, and with you engaging in tactical discussion with the other students.

You all bid each other goodbye and went your separate ways. Except… Noritoshi mouthed "library" after he waved you off.

You lifted your eyebrows silently in agreement and walked back with the rest of the 1st year's.

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relatable-trxsh · 4 years ago

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In Too Deep

Summary: Youre the new girl in the Lennox and Blue quickly takes a very special liking to you.

A/N: Hi! Sorry I suck at summarys I put a warning before the smut starts and when it ends. My requests are OPEN!

Warnings: S M U T 18+ , Soft Blue, Daddy kink, Male oral reciving, cursing, Name calling.

You scream as the two men drag you into the Lennox. You fight against them with every fiber of your being but they are much stronger than you. That didn’t stop you though, you kicked, scream, you threw your body in every direction praying they would somehow lose grip.

“Please let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong please!” Heads of the staff turned your way, some held a sympathetic gaze others scoffed. Finally, the men stopped walking but your pleas continued, that was until you heard a calm, slightly deep voice speak.

“Now now, there’s no reason to cry.” you look up just as a hand reaches over and wipes a tear from your face.

“Please I didn’t do anything wrong.” your pleas have quieted down as you look at the man before you.

“Unfortunately I have been told otherwise. What they are accusing you with cant be taken lightly, but you should be glad they sent you here and not some prison.” He moves his hand to your chin and lifts your head a little. “My name is Blue Jones, I run this place. Now come I will show you around, introduce you to the rest of the girls. He smiles and gives your chin a little squeeze before the guards return to their firm grip. As you walk you continuously try to fight out of their grip. Blue explains the rules until you reach a dance studio. There are girls lined up doing various stretches. “Vera this is Y/N, she is our newest patient.” She looks you up and down before nodding.

“I have a very strict set of rules girl. You follow them, do as your told and there will be no problems.” She spoke in a thick accent. You look at her saying nothing, only trying to fight your arms from the guard’s grip. Blue smirks and Vera sighs. “The quiet ones always cause trouble.”

“You should have seen the fight she gave the guards coming in.” Vere leans in close to your face.

“I don’t put up with nonsense, I am here to help you but I can’t do that if you fight against me understood?” you nod. “Good, I can take her from here. Go join the rest of the girls.” You silently walk and stand beside them. A girl with reddish hair looks at you with a smile.

“Hi I’m Rocket, this is my sister Sweet Pea, that’s Blondie, Baby Doll, and Amber.” You give them all a small wave.

“I’m Y/N” Sweet Pea looks at you and chuckles.

“She’s never gonna make it in here.” Rocket swats her sister’s shoulder.

“Hush, she must be terrified it’s her first day here.”

“Yeah well, it one gets worse from here so you better toughen up Buttercup.” Blondie smiles.

“I like that buttercup I think it suits her.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon practicing dancing, you didn’t fully understand why but the girls told you they would explain after chores.

You felt lost walking around the building, you were desperately trying to find the rooms where the beds were but somehow you ended up at Blues office. You knocked quietly, your heart rate picking up when you heard him sigh from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” You walked in quietly, staying in the doorway.

“I’m sorry to bother Mr.Jones but I’m lost. I was trying to find the room.” He quickly sits up.

“No no you aren’t bothering at all. Come in, close the door.” You nod and do what he says before walking further into the room, standing in front of his desk. “How have the other girls been treating you?” You bite your lips

“They have been very kind Mr.Jones, they even gave me a nickname. Buttercup.” He chuckles. Blue couldn’t lie, he loved the way his name sounded coming from your mouth. “But I do have a question Mr.Jones if that’s alright…” He nods sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Ask away buttercup” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Why does Dr. Gorski have us dance?” He seems a little taken back by your question but doesn’t hesitate.

“On the weekends we do something special, you girls earn me some extra money by putting on a show for some special people, and if those special people spit out some more cash they get a night of fun with one of you, sometimes two.” You were completely shocked by his words.

“You’re going to whore us out?” your words come out with a harsh edge. Blue stands up and walks over to you.

“You don’t get to judge me Y/N.” he grabs your jaw again and you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes front the harshness of his grip. “It’s all part of the game.”

“Sir” your voice is barely a whisper. “Blue please I cant…” You look down at the floor embarrassed, tears falling down your already pink cheeks.

“And why not? Look me in the eyes when you speak to me Y/N” you eyes reluctantly meet his again.

“I’m a virgin Mr.Jones” He couldn’t stop the smirk from falling on his lips, the vulnerability in your eyes excited him especially since it was a complete 180 from the way you were acting earlier.

“My my, sweet little Butter Cup a virgin.” He clicked his tongue and used his thumb to wipe away a tear from your cheek. “You know a lot of men would pay a pretty penny to fuck a virgin especially one as beautiful as you.” Your lip quivered at his words. “But I have half a mind to keep you all to myself. I always have to share my toys, I never get to keep one for myself, but you,” he sighs. “You are something special and I don’t want to share you.” He leans his forehead against yours, you can’t stop the tears from falling.

“I don’t want to be a whore Blue.” Your voice shook as you closed your eyes.

“If you’re a good girl for me buttercup then you won’t be. I will keep you all to myself, my own little toy.” his hands slid down your shoulders and laned on your waist pulling you closer. If sticking with him meant that you didn’t have to be at other men’s disposal that it’s something you could handle. You open your eyes and look at him.

“Promise I’ll only be yours Blue, promise you won’t let anyone else touch me.” you were terrified he wouldn’t keep his word. Blue says nothing, he just kisses down your jaw to your neck where he starts to bite and suck on the soft untouched skin.

*SMUT*

“Let’s see how good you are for daddy first.” He runs his thumb across your lips before pressing it into your mouth. You take it without protest, swirling your tongue around it and sucking it causing a small moan to leave Blues lips. “Are you sure you’re a Virgin Buttercup?.” You gulp a little before nodding. He smirks. “Get on your knees I want to see what else that tongue can do” You do as your told and sink to your knees. Your hands quickly find the buttons of his pants undoing them with ease, just as you are pulling down his pants, taking his boxers with them. Your eyes widen as they land on his thick large cock.

You lean forward, looking up at Blue as you run your tongue on the underside of his already hard member, he moans as his hand finds your hair tangling into it.

“Come one princess, stop teasing Daddy and take me in your mouth already.” You bite your lip before leaning forward again, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could and using your hand on the rest. “Now bob up and down princess and use that soft tongue of yours.” You hum in response which causes a low moan from Blue. You start slow, moving your head and swirling your tongue a bit, you wanted to please Blue, you wanted him to want you so you begin to quicken your pace taking him as deep as you could. Your eyes welled up as you tried not to gag.

“Fuck, such a good girl. You look so beautiful with daddy in your mouth.” Blues moans and praises were intoxicating. He pulled your hair harder and you jerked your hands faster. “You want daddy to cum in your mouth” Blue moaned through gritted teeth.

“Yes, daddy please” You moan and bob your head faster, taking Blue cock in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat. It didn’t take long for his seed to coat your throat as he thrust into your mouth. He slowly pulls out, leaving your mouth with a pop.

“Now swallow like a good girl.” You do as your told and open your mouth showing him. Blue taps under your chin signaling you to stand you. You do so, rubbing your knees from being down so long. Blue runs his thumb over your bottom lip and smiles. “You did good buttercup. Now let’s get you taken care of before you have to go off to bed.” You bite your lip getting nervous.

“You don’t have to do that Blue, Dr.Gorski must be wondering where I am” You straighten your dress but before you could do anything else Blue grabs your by the waist with one hand and slide the other under your dress, teasing your clit from the outside of your underwear.

“Nonsense Y/N don’t you worry about Vera, you seem to forget who’s in charge here.” He leans in close and kisses just under your ear before whispering. “Plus I can’t leave my good girl all bothered after she took me so well.” You clung to Blue panting into his neck as he rubbed your clit. He pulled down your underwear and picked you up, setting you on the edge of his desk. Blue leaned in and kissed you rough and full of pure lust. You pull him close tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Please Blue, please fuck me” He chuckles at your eagerness and pulled your dress over your head before kissing down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and rolling his thumb over the other hardened bud. He looks up at you with a smirk.

“More, beg me more pretty girl. Show me how badly you want to be my little pet.” You moan as he swirls his tongue around your nipple.

“Please Blue, I want you to fill me up. God Blue fuck me make me your whore” Your words drove Blue absolutely wilds. He stood up and pulled off his shirt before spreading your legs, before slowly pushing his cock inside you, stretching your walls. You dig your nails into Blues back and bury your head in his neck.

“B-Blue its hurts” you whimper and he gently cups your face kissing you softly.

“Shh baby girl just give it a second and then it will feel much better I promise.” You holding him tighter. It surprised you to see Blue being so gentle, he even surprised himself. It wasn’t like him at all to treat someone with such softness but he couldn’t help it with you. Blue began slowly thrusting into you until your whimpers became moans. Your head fell back as you arched your body into his.

“Please Daddy go faster, fuck” Tangled your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him deeper.

“Fuck baby girl you feel so good on daddy’s cock. So tight and wet” you moan louder pulling his hair a little hard which earns a deep moan from Blue.

“I can’t last much longer daddy” you moan putting your face back in his neck.

“Come for me baby girl, come on daddy’s cock.” His words completely undo you and you clench around his cock as your legs shake. It doesn’t take Blue long to cum again, filling your tight pussy up with his seed.

END OF SMUT

You both stay like that for a moment, a panting, sweaty mess in each other’s arms. Blue was completely beside himself, he could believe the infatuation he had growing for you. He saw you with such vulnerability in your eyes that all he wanted to do was keep you in his arms, and that’s exactly what he planned to do. You were going to be his and only his. Blue pulled away brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed buttercup. Tomorrow we have some meetings to attend to.” You look up at him confused.

“Meetings?”

“Yes, i told you you are my little pet. I will Inform Vera to get your outfit ready.” you bite your lip and nod not wanting to argue. He walks away for a moment and returns with a warm wet towel, withing up between your legs before putting back on both of your clothes. “Now get to bed Buttercup it’s down the hall to your left.” You nod and give him a quick soft kiss before going to the rooms. The rest of the girls were already there most asleep except Sweet Pea.

“He’ll get bored of you. Toss you aside like you were nothing to begin with and then throw you away like a whore.” There was a harsh resentment in her voice. You take a deep breath nervously biting you lip.

“Well im in too deep now arent I?” Sweet Pea lets out a dry laugh.

“Yeah I guess so.”

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writingoneshots · 4 years ago

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Hey uhm first of all I just wanna say, your fics are really good!😭❤ secondly, I appreciate the amount of effort you put in to your fics so thank you so much!

How about having an argument with Zoro, Sanji, Ace and Law and f!s/o accidentally says "i hate you", what would their reaction be like?

Angst but fluff and comfort ending if u may omg agsjsvs

N e wayz, have an amazing day bub!❤🥺

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Hello softiebadbitch :) ! love this name.

I wasn't really sure how to add 4 readers into one story but I think I found a good solution. It's clear to me that you wanted to have 4 separate stories but this would have been too long for one post and you can't use one request for several posts.. sadly. Hope this fixed it - I made one general story and continued with 4 different endings. All of them are in the reader version but the 'extra girlfriends' have their specific names to not make it too complicated.

Kind of like this way of writing.. wouldn't mind more requests like this :) ! Thanks for letting me explore this new style even though it probably wasn't intended.

And thank you so much for the kind words. I really appreciate it <3 especially because I don't know if anything I write is good enough for Tumblr or literally any request. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 !

- Ace x reader - ZoroxRey, SanjixAna, LawxValeria (if one of these names is yours.. you're welcome) - 2,774 words (but it's a 4 in 1 story) - lovey-dovey, little pain in our chest, signs of smut, still SFW, cute moments

Spending some girl-time with your closest best friends was a really rare occasion after spending years on many pirate ships. Especially bonding with female human beings was hard. But since you were dating Ace, you finally got the chance after meeting his friends. Some of them were already in a relationship with their current partners and the rest just started dating. After a successful shopping day, you spend the rest of the evening in the fanciest diner on this island and booked a whole room just for you and your better halves. The men were probably still training or doing something unimportant, but none of you cared. "Can you believe the guy from the bakery? He dared to follow us around just to carry our bags..?", Rey laughed and finished her second glass of wine. "Just please don't tell Sanji about it. He is already heartbroken because I went shopping without him.", Ana pouted and sighed a bit sad. You rolled your eyes, "Stop whining. This is the first time after eight months that we could hang out together. And we didn't have to worry about carrying something." "Plus, the guy seemed to be really into you, Ana.", Rey smirked and gave her a flirty wink. "Stop saying that! Sanji could come here any minute! You know how jealous he can get!", Ana warned Rey and glared at her. This was the worst timing ever. "Jealous? Why?! Did anyone touch you?!", Sanji's eyes were already in flames and he almost teleported himself to his girlfriend after hearing these words. The men decided to join you all on the right - or maybe wrong? - time and chose to mock the conversation. "Probably some weird girly things, we don't wanna know about.", Ace grinned and sat down right in front of you. The men sat down on the other side of the table and didn't even choose to greet them with a hug or a kiss, except for Sanji, who could barely let his fingers of Ana. You raised an eyebrow at Ace's comment, "What?" "Just kidding! You had probably something important to talk about.. like which nail color you're supposed to get next week.", Ace added and high-fived Zoro. "Or what hairstyle you should make to match your earrings!", Zoro couldn't stop laughing at his own comment. Ace turned to Law for another high five but he just glared at the topless pirate. "What? You're leaving me hanging like this?!" "Don't drag me into this.", Law turned away from him and faced Valeria, who seemed pleased by his answer. The others were not though. You were still confused by Ace's behavior but slowly understood that he tried to be as manly as possible in front of the others. Sanji sat down on his place after failing to convince Ana to have her sit on his lap. "What do you mean? An hour ago you were talking about how Valeria tried to draw her eyeliner but ended up looking like a panda!", Ace laughed and high-fived Zoro again, who seemed to feel a bit unsure about Ace's comment now. Rey looked down at her drink, already realizing how quickly the mood changed since they started making fun of all of you. Valeria was shocked. She didn't know how to respond and just shook her head, ignoring Law's desperate look on his face. "That's enough, Ace.", you talked silently and poured yourself some wine, not caring about the waiter offering to do it for you. "What.. I-", Ace froze after seeing your face. It pained him to see you being disappointed and he didn't know how that happened. "I am sorry if I have offended anyone.. we were just talking.. ", he cleared his throat and began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't see that coming. "Then maybe you should stop it", you were still not able to look up. "Stop what? Talking?" "Yes.", your eyes flashed up to him now. He didn't expect to see the anger in them. Ace has never seen that glare directed at him. It felt way too painful. "Okay, everyone. Let's calm down now and enjoy this dinner.", Sanji tried to cool down the situation and looked at the food, which didn't look good enough for his girlfriend. "Gonna be hard when you're here.", Zoro commented under his breath and was already eating his meal. "Huh?!", Sanji clenched

his teeth and tensed all his muscles to not smack Zoro for that comment. "Can you just calm down, you two?!", Ana took a deep and annoyed breath, trying to stay calm in this uncomfortable scenario. Ace couldn't stop but to look at you, ignoring him now. "Valeria-" "Don't.", she stopped Law from whatever he was trying to say. Everyone was quiet. Nobody was eating. "..anyone want some extra bread?", the waiter whispered and stood behind you, holding up a basket with fresh bread.

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Ace x reader When you arrived in the room of your hotel, you still didn't dare to say a word. You were still furious about his behavior, especially because this wasn't the first time he dared to say something like that. "(Y/N), I am-" "I don't want to hear it." "Please, just let me-" "I said, that I don't want to hear it.", you hit your jacket onto the bed and let go of it a few seconds after. Taking a deep breath, Ace pressed his lips together and didn't know what to say or do. You two never had a fight like this and he feared to say something wrong, which would make you leave him. "I don't want us to go to bed angry.", he whispered sadly and stepped closer to you. You just froze and closed your eyes, trying to remain calm. "You always do this.. every time you make fun of something I do. I stopped talking about my hobbies and literally anything that makes me happy and you caught a glimpse of us having fun, and immediately you chose to mock it..." Ace frowned at that and thought back to all the times he tried to have fun with you. He never understood any of your hobbies or what girls liked, which is why he tried to spend some time with you by making jokes but it never occurred to him that it was actually hurting you. "Why did you never tell me that? I didn't know that it hurt you.." "Because I shouldn't need to tell you! I hate when you try to make fun of me or other people like that! You literally took the joy of me doing my hair, trying to learn how to skateboard or even baking muffins! I hate this, I hate the fights and I hate yo-" Both of you froze right on your spots. "Oh my God..", tears were rolling down your eyes and your knees weren't able to support you any longer. You immediately went down to your knees and hid your face in your hands. "I didn't want to say this.. it slipped.. I don't hate you, Ace!" Your heart was aching at what you were about to say. Ace didn't feel any better. He sat down right next to you and watched you wiping your tears away. "I have caused this... I am sorry, (Y/N).. This will never happen again, I promise. I just wanted to be a part of something in your life.", he took a deep breath and pulled you onto his lap. "I will find another way. Just please.. don't hate me." You shook your head and hugged him tight back, hiding your face in his neck and never ever letting him go. --- Zoro x Rey Zoro came out of the shower, just a towel around his hips and water still dripping down his naked chest. This was usually a sight, which made you jump right onto him but not this time. The pirate hunter had hoped for you to fall for it because he was really bad at apologizing but he knew you had a stronger will than him. He would have fallen for it. You were already in bed, cuddled into your pillow and ignoring him professionally. "Rey.. I can feel that you're not sleeping.", Zoro approached the bed and sighed when you didn't respond. "..are you mad at me?", he whispered now carefully. You raised an eyebrow at this provocative question and pressed your lips together, trying not to give back a stupid answer. But your mouth responded faster than your brain. "No, I am super happy about today's events. We can repeat that tomorrow again, if you feel like making fun of women-things.", you added in a sarcastic tone. "So.. that's a yes?" You turned around, the pillow tight in your grip and pulled the pillow with a loud thud onto his face. When you took the pillow away, you narrowed your eyes at his provocative smirk. "Definitely, yes." "Shut up.", you sighed and were about to turn around again but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the other side of the bed until you were facing him. "Stop running away from your problems all the time, lady." "I really hate when you are doing this!", you tried to free your arm from his grip. "What?" "Using your strength to make me do whatever you want to!" "This is literally the reason, why you started dating me. Because I am not a weakling, who gets dragged by everyone like your stupid exes. But if you really hate it, then that means you must hate me

too, right?", he leaned forward, making sure not to miss any sort of reaction in your eyes. You looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds, you shook your head and sighed a bit. "I couldn't hate you for being you. I hate the fact that you're making fun of girl-things all the time." "Alright, I'll stop then.", Zoro promised and let go of your hand. He turned around and went to the pile of washed clothes on the couch to pick out something to sleep in. Right.. I forgot how easy it can be in a relationship. You talk, promise and go on. Not believing what he just did, your brain had a thousand thoughts about what would happen during this night but it did not involve any sort of clothes. You stood up, went to him, and pulled away his towel. Zoro turned around, surprised by your decision, "Oj.. bad girl." --- Sanji x Ana After this emotional and very unusual dinner, you decided to have some tea. Sanji was still in your bedroom preparing a bath for you even though you've told him that you weren't in the mood for it. You hid in the kitchen and cooked some water, while preparing the rest. While you were looking for the honey, which he was hiding from Luffy, Sanji entered the kitchen. "Oj, what are you doing?", he approached you and immediately figured that you were making some tea. "Just something to warm myself up with a sweet taste.", you smiled a bit exhausted and felt Sanji's arms around you in an instant. "I am sorry for today.. I know that I promised you to not get triggered because of that marimo but his bare existence is to annoy me.", Sanji tried to brighten the mood and gave you a soft kiss on your head. "No, it's okay.. I am already used to it. I just wanted to have a chill day with the girls and this fight kind of ruined everything again.", you shrugged and leaned softly onto him, enjoying his muscular arms supporting you. "Oh.. so you don't hate me, right?" You laughed softly. The relationship had only just begun and Sanji had to question every move of yours. "I could never...", you looked up to him and kissed his warm lips softly, forgetting about everything that had happened in the last hour. --- Law x Valeria Law used his room ability to create a bubble surrounding the two of you. He carefully stepped closer and put his arm around your waist only to see you turn your head away from him. He tensed his jaw, trying to hide the sudden strike of pain in his chest and just decided to ignore it for now. "Shambles." You found yourself in your and Law's bedroom. After a few seconds, you just freed yourself from his arm and went straight into the bathroom, locking yourself in. Law just stood there, not knowing what to do or say. He had definitely hurt your feelings but he didn't know how to apologize for it. "Val..", he closed the distance slowly to the door and tried to listen to whatever you were doing inside. It sounded like you were throwing something away and sniffling quietly. Fuck.. "Valeria.. what are you doing?" "Cleaning.", your response was sharp. Law knew that he was a genius, who could solve the hardest puzzle on this planet or even have a detailed discussion with Robin, but even Luffy or Kid would have been able to figure out what you were doing right now. "Stop throwing away your things. I like it when you put on your make-up." "Are you sure about that? Or are you going to call me a dog or a salamander the next time you talk to others?!", you wiped away your tears and threw away the rest of the make-up, which you bought today. "Stop overreacting. I was just talking about your eyeliner the other day and you hated it too. Take out the make-up again and forget about it.", he sighed and knew that this wasn't something he should say but he also knew that it would trigger you enough to get out of the bathroom. "You know what-!", you opened the door harshly and stepped out, pointing your index finger at him. Law had a hard time hiding his cheeky smile because he already knew you well enough. "I hate what you're doing! Always talking about me behind my back! I hate

you for it!", you crossed your arms at your chest and took a deep breath, trying to control the last brain cells, which are still able to hold you back from kissing his cheeky smirk. The pirate captain raised an eyebrow at that and needed a second to choose his next words wisely. "Did you just tell me that you hate me?" "I said that I hate you for it! Not that I hate you!" "This is literally the same..", Law tilted his head a bit and couldn't quite accept that. "I hate it when you talk about me behind my back before talking to me personally. You were the first one to say 'I love you' but not directly to me.. no! You said it to Bepo first and he told me. Then you said that you preferred my soft cookies more than the brownies but again: you didn't tell me! You told Sanji! And to the newest 'Law is a wimp and can't tell his girlfriend anything personally', you told the boys that I looked like a damn panda!" "But a cute one..", Law smirked now and stepped closer, putting his hand on your cheek softly. You were just about to smack it away but Law was faster. He pushed you against a wall within a second and pressed his body against yours. His hand rested on your neck and he pressed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Say it again, Valeria..", he purred your name in his dangerously sexy voice. "Say that you hate me." You frowned at his reaction and didn't really understand how this turned him on. "No, you weirdo." "Say it.", he commanded now and leaned closer to you, your lips barely touching. "Make me.", your last brain cells just said their goodbyes. A harsh sound of him pulling out his belt appeared beside you and you couldn't look away. His eyes were focused on yours as if he'd die if he'd miss anything for a second. "Don't tell Bepo.. but you're my favorite panda." "You fucking... I really hate you now.", you spoke through your teeth and tried to push him away. The most heartwarming laugh escaped Law's lips and he immediately locked his lips with yours, not giving you a chance to respond to him laughing. Law pulled your arms behind your back and tied them with his belt. "That's my girl.", he whispered in between your kiss and didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.

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shorkbrian · 5 years ago

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Prelude - Hey! I promise I’m getting to requests soon, i read every single one! this is my warm up at writing real, legit NSFW in order to practice for some of those requests. Since this is my first time (lol) at writing nsfw content I’m a bit hesitant to post but hopefully I didn’t mess anything up lol. If ur reading this I lub u okay have fun

Pormpt - “It’s natural to cry”

Pairing - Aizawa Shouta X Reader

Warnings - NSFW. noncon, crying, unsafe sex.

Music - https://youtu.be/scd-uNNxgrU

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“Either you take them off, or I do.” Aizawa returned your panicked look with a calm, level expression. He didn’t want you to be scared of what was about to happen but, well…… he could tell that you weren’t ready, and there was nothing that the man could do to allay your fears. He was tired of waiting - Aizawa was going to have you.

Hesitantly, you began slipping your clothes off with shaking hands. They trembled so badly that you couldn’t get a proper grip on the zipper of your jeans the first few times you tried to grab at it. Luckily you were able to hold onto it and pull it down before Aizawa got too impatient. You peeled off your jeans, having already thrown your shirt on the floor by your feet. It left you in your underwear, hands trying to shyly cover your chest and the intimate place between your legs. You didn’t want this, didn’t want Aizawa seeing you.

You didn’t have a choice.

Aizawa gazed at your body for a moment, before he stood, catching your hands gently in his own.

“None of that, let me see you.”

His voice was soft in volume, but it was throaty, scratchy in its cadence, rough to your ears. Aizawa pressed both of your wrists into on hand so he could use the other to reach around and undo your bra, pulling it down your arms despite your protests. As you struggled to draw your hands out of his grip, the man simply tightened his grasp, the crushing pressure making you gasp. It was clearly a threat, stop, or you’ll have two shattered wrists. you stopped trying to cover your naked chest.

A hand pulled at your panties, tugging one side down slowly before reaching for the other; slowly wriggling them down your tightly clenched legs.

“Shouta-“ he insisted you call him that instead of Aizawa “-please, I-I don’t.”

“It’s okay.” He rumbled. Your panties were pooled at your ankles. You tried to cross your legs to preserve your modesty, But Aizawa dragged you backward towards the bed, where he once again sat down. You stood in front of him, your wrists still captive in one large hand. He let go of them, giving you a warning look that made you think twice about trying to cover your chest again.

His hands came up to rub soothingly at your body, focusing on your chest, the curve of your waist, the softness of your rear. It didn’t feel good. His hands were too rough and too big. You didn’t want to cry, but tears quickly filled your eyes when he began groping at your chest, squeezing and pulling at the flesh there in a mockery of a massaging gesture. It hurt.

You couldn’t stop yourself from yelping when Aizawa squeezed too hard (in his opinion he had grabbed you with hardly any pressure). Your nipples felt like they were burning, a sharp pain lancing through the center of your breast before Aizawa seemed to register your pained noise. He glanced up, eyes meeting your face. Immediately he retracted his hands upon seeing you holding back tears, and he pulled you into his lap. It was supposed to be comforting. It only made the panic inside you grow. You started to struggle again, quickly making to launch yourself off his lap, but Aizawa caught you, a hand around your back, the other stroking along your thigh.

“I’m not hurting you.”

That was a lie.

You knew he was trying to reassure you, but it sounded like a warning. I could be hurting you.

“I can’t do this, Shouta I can’t ‘m sorry, I-I can’t-“

He grabbed both of yours shoulders with those rough hands, and you clamped your mouth shut. His dark eyes met yours, and you were frightened to see no malice, no ill-intent directed at you.

“You can, you’ve done it before.”

Maybe it would make you feel better if he was doing this to hurt you, or punish you, or try to humiliate you. But he held only love for you, a burning desire that ate up his insides and blinded his mind to rationality.

At his words, you struggled even harder, shaking you head as his grip on your shoulders tightened.

“I can’t!”

Aizawa wasn’t convinced.

His knuckles turned white as he held you against him.

“Biologically, it’s what your body was made for. (Y/N), you can and you will.“ “Please!! I-I just can’t Shouta please, please-”

“Stop.”

“No Shouta please don’t make me I can’t I don’t wanna-“

“I said-“ His eyes turned red, hair floating upwards. You had no quirk, it was just his natural response to de-escalate a situation. “-STOP.”

The sudden boom of his voice made everything go still. Your body, the breath in your lungs. It felt as if the air was afraid of moving, sound refusing to reach your ears as you stilled in Aizawa’s grasp.

Your tears broke the stillness of the moment.

You looked off to the side, trying to sniffle your tears to a stop. You felt sick, disgusting - sitting naked on Aizawa’s lap.

“I……. I’ve never……” The stillness was back, but this time it was Aizawa who held his breath, body refusing to move as he hung on your words. You found his eyes again; they were wide, searching your face for… something. You didn’t know what. He urged you to keep talking with his eyes, imploring you to finish what you had been saying.

“I’m a virgin.” You whispered, rushing out the words as if they burned your tongue. Maybe they did. The tears fell faster, rolling down your cheeks and dripping off your chin to plop wetly on your collarbone. You didn’t want to look at Shouta.

When your words reached him, the man froze.

Eventually, he released your shoulders, hands coming to cradle your waist. You hoped your admission would cause him to release you entirely, help you off his lap and back into your clothes. You felt so cold.

“It’s... “ you could tell he was struggling to find words, almost panting as he paused. “It’s natural to cry”

And cry you did.

Aizawa craned his head, kissing away your salty tears despite the way you flinched each time his lips met your skin. His movements, while still steady and restrained, seemed to carry an undercurrent of…. Urgency? Excitement? You didn’t have time to puzzle it out, Aizawa moving you so he could lay you down gently in the middle of the bed. Your stomach dropped.

“No….. please…. “

“Shh. I’ll be gentle, you’ll be okay.” Aizawa reached into his nightstand drawer, looking for something as he talked to you, his voice thick with lust. “This’ll feel good, I promise. I won’t hurt you, you know that.”

He had already hurt you.

Everything hurt and you didn’t know how to make it stop. Even when he wasn’t touching you, your body felt tight, your heart was squeezing itself too hard, stomach twisting in knots and threatening to force bile up your throat.

You felt so heavy, so small and afraid as Aizawa found what he was looking for, producing a bottle that you recognized as lube.

He pried your stiff legs apart, ignoring the way you uselessly tried to squeeze them shut before he could settle between them. Aizawa looked over your body, sighing softly as he set the lube down near your hip. The man leaned forward, capturing your lips slowly in a passionate kiss, probing his tongue between your lips, hands coming to cradle your head.

You didn’t want this.

When he broke the kiss, letting you gasp for air, Aizawa once again began running his hands along your body, although he had a goal in mind, his target settled between your thighs.

“I’m getting you ready for me, but this’ll feel good too, I promise.” He supplied, the fingers of one hand beginning to slide up and down your folds slowly. Distantly, you recognized that he was using his teacher voice.

Slipping down to lie flat on his front, Aizawa breathed hotly against your core, watching your legs twitch at the foreign (pleasurable) sensation. His fingers were still playing with your folds, rubbing slowly between them, getting close to your entrance but never dipping in.

“Shouta please I don’t want this, I can’t do this please I don’t.” You tried one last time.

Aizawa huffed, before he began licking beside his fingers slowly, letting his saliva coat the outside of your entrance. You squirmed in discomfort (it felt good?), embarrassed squeaks coming from your bright red face. Your hands flew up to cover your burning face, and Aizawa allowed it, more focused on dipping his tongue into you, swirling his fingers around your clit.

You didn’t want this to feel good, but it did. Through your tears you felt a distant throbbing in between your legs, ten times stronger than when you touched yourself at home. You wished you were at home. If you were at home you could be watching a movie, or reading the latest book you had gotten from the library. Your cat would be displeased that you hadn’t fed her at the usual time, you realized. She was fussy and liked her schedule.

A burning jolt of pleasure pulled you back to the present, eyes closed behind the hands that covered your face, Aizawa’s head buried between your legs. He had slipped a finger in with his tongue, thrusting both appendages into you with no sense of urgency. When he grew tired of this, he replaced his tongue with another finger, deeming you wet enough. He moved to suck at your clit, and you writhed, back arching off the bed. The feeling was so intense you felt suffocated, gasping for breath as soon as Aizawa relented, moving to lick around the two fingers buried inside you. You hardly noticed when he slipped in a third.

“Shouta!” You gasped when he sucked at your clit again, his free hand coming to restrain your bucking hips. He pulled off, his three fingers still thrusting, rubbing your insides as he looked up at you from his spot between you legs.

“I like hearing you, be as loud as you want for me.”

He was always so calm, so collected in everything he did. In a way you envied his ability to remain so unaffected in his daily life.

To your horror, a rising feeling began collecting deep in your stomach, and you began thrashing, trying to get away from Aizawa’s fingers and mouth as they stroked and thrusted and sucked at your intimate parts.

“Wait, waIT! I’m gonna pee, stop, stOP!”

You heard Aizawa let out a breathy chuckle against your skin. All of a sudden, the stimulation stopped, and the feeling dropped. You sighed in relief, but your stomach still felt icky. Why couldn’t Aizawa just leave you be? You wanted to go home. The next thing you knew, Aizawa was sitting back on his heels, black boxers nowhere to be seen. You didn’t want to look at that, that thing between his legs.

Aizawa grabbed the lube from beside your hip, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you heard its cap open, the squirt of the bottle, then the sound of the cap closing. You tried your hardest to ignore the slick sounds of Aizawa stroking himself, covering his length in the slimy substance.

Your eyes flew open when you felt his fingers again, wiping off the excess lube into your opening. It didn’t feel natural, feeling the slippery liquid being pushed into you. Aizawa gave another dark chuckle at your reaction, choosing not to comment on how your insides gripped his fingers, sucking him into your warmth. In a smooth motion, he was hovering above you, turning your head with his dry hand to look up at him.

His eyes were dark, pupils dilated. You could almost see your own terrified expression in the black mirror of his pupils. He was breathing heavily, the only sign that he was affected. You thought back to earlier when his voice had sounded excited, noticing that you could see that excitement now, feel it. His hand shakily stroked your hair, before he dipped down to join the two of you together in another passionate kiss. This one was messier than the last, and you felt your face scrunch up in disgust as you detected the faint trace of your taste on his tongue.

Would he let you go home, you wondered, if you threw up in his mouth?

He drew back before you could give that thought serious consideration, and you were shocked to see a small smile tugging at his lips. You had never seen Aizawa, no, Shouta smile. You had worked as his TA for six years and not once had you seen his lips curl into anything other than a frown. It unnerved you.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, and finally getting to have you….” He dipped to kiss you again, briefly this time. “You taste so good, look so beautiful spread out on my bed.”

His dark hair tickled your cheek as he reached down to adjust himself, rubbing up and down your folds a few times. Aizawa watched intensely as you tipped your head back and trembled and shook at the sensation. It was unusual but it felt good, especially when his tip nudged against your clit.

“Take a deep breath.”

You did as he asked without thinking, slightly confused, before you felt him slide into you slowly. Immediately you panicked, hands coming to push at his shoulders, terrified “no’s” and “stop, stop!” Repeatedly falling from your lips. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was just so foreign, and you didn’t want him doing this to you.Aizawa shushed you gently, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Relax, relax, oh god….. you feel so god.”

You tried your best to relax, but it was hard. Aizawa was groaning above you, his head dipped down and eyes shut tight. You could tell it was taking everything he had to stay still, to go slow. He began moving in the finest of movements, gradually building up to shallowly thrusting into you at an easy pace, and you were horrified at the way it sent tingles up and down your spine, all the way to the tips of your toes.

“Oh fuck, I love you so much.”

Despite the pleasure racing through your body, you still felt gross.

In no time, Aizawa was pounding into you, the rapid, slick sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air alongside his groans and your cries. You were sobbing, the sensation of his thick length inside too much for you. You were so exhausted emotionally, you just wanted to sleep, wanted Aizawa to leave you alone and never look at you again, never acknowledge your presence. He was using his teacher voice, instructing you how to move with him. He had told you to work with him, to do what felt natural and what felt good. “I don’t know how!” You had cried, your body feeling tight with pleasure as he humped against you. Aizawa had stopped for a second, seeming to remember that you were a virgin, new to the feelings that he was forcing onto your body. He had started up again, being very vocal about what you should do and how you should move.

“Move your hips a little, yes, good…… oh fuck, fuck, wrap your legs around me.”

You wrapped your legs around his sturdy waist, and he slipped his arms underneath your back. Next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the air, Aizawa moving so he was sitting on his heels, you bouncing in his lap. The angle changed everything and you cried, being manhandled like a rag doll.

“Oh my god, feel so good honey.” Aizawa was kissing your neck now, his pace desperate as he rutted up into you. ‘You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me….. mmmh.”

You wished he would stop talking.

You wished a lot of things, but no one out there seemed to be in the mood to grant you wishes.

“Put your arms around my shoulder, yeah, that’s it.”

You followed his instructions; you had never seen this side of Aizawa before and you were already afraid of the man who n he was his calm, quiet self. You were terrified to think of what he could (would) do if you disobeyed.

You could hardly think straight, a rhythmic “ah, ah, ah!” falling from your lips on each thrust of Aizawa’s strong hips. It felt so amazing, and it felt even more amazing when Aizawa began rubbing at your clit.

“I know you’re close. Fuck you’re so pretty, sound so gorgeous, I wanna fuck you until you pass out.”

Your stomach clenched at that, whether out of excited pleasure or fear that he would follow through on that. You felt that tingly feeling coming back, rising in your stomach, and you thrashed in Aizawa’s strong arms.

“Shouta, gotta stop! ‘M gonna pee, please! Shouta!”

You felt Aizawa’s length give a hearty twitch inside you, and it lit up your nerves, intensifying the feeling.

“Oh, oh honey, no… you’re gonna cum now.” He breathed, his voice sounding strained.

You thrashed even harder, bringing a fist to hit his chest, desperately pleading with him to let you stop bouncing in his lap.

“No, no no no, please! Lemme-lemme go I need….. need-“

The hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit came to capture your hands, bringing them behind your back. He used his grip on your wrists to begin jackhammering up into you, so hips moving so fast you felt like your brain was turning to mush. You really were going to pee.

“Let it out, let it out baby, it’s supposed to happen.” Was all he offered, panting harshly into your collarbone. You let out a choked sob, shaking your head as hard as you could, trying your best to hold it in.

Aizawa didn’t like that.

Not stopping the intense pace of his thrusts, Aizawa flicked at your clit, once, twice, before rearing his hand back as far as he could between your two bodies and slapping your clit.

The rising feeling exploded.

Indescribable pleasure coursed through your body, and you screamed, unable to hold it in. Aizawa’s thrusts increased in speed, and grew sloppy, his rutting extending your orgasm. With one final, bouncing thrust, Aizawa stilled with a heavy groan, and you felt warmth fill up your insides. You felt numb.

When the two of you had calmed down, Aizawa still gently humping you through his own orgasm, he had laid you back down on the bed. His length slipped out of you as he collapsed gently beside you, wrapping a sweaty arm around your waist. You wanted to cry at the feeling of his cum sliding out of you, dirtying the sheets between your legs. You barely had any tears left. Both of you were still breathing heavily, and Aizawa leaned over to pepper your face in gentle, chaste kisses.

“You did so good, I’m really proud of you.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t want him to be proud of you.

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Hie. Can you pleaaaaaaas write promp 2 from Dagger. I love U work <3

Dagger! I love this ‘innocent’ delusional boy here!

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, delusions, kidnapping, blood, killing

Prompt 2: “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I’m going crazy. It’s because I love you.”

If there would be a word that described an emotion that was way stronger than fear then you would use this word right now because the feeling that pumped through your veins now went even beyond the greatest fear in the world. It might sounded ridiculous, but if other people would have a madman after them you would be sure that they would understand you. You should have noticed all the red flags he had been showing you, you should have noticed the way he was acting, but you had been blinded by his charm and your adoration you had back then for him. You had met him back then when you had visited with your little sister the circus, always being fascinated with how incredible talented the people were in there. That’s where you had first met him and that’s how your misery had started. You still remembered the first time he had locked eyes with you, his eyes had widened as if he had seen the most prettiest thing on this planet. Back then you had thought that it had been cute and after the show he had immediately searched for you and had started to talk to you. And a quick friendship had blossomed between the two of you. The person you were talking about was Dagger. The person you had once considered as a good friend, but who had turned out to be your worst nightmare. He was a true lunatic, you had found that out only after he had kidnapped you one night, rambling about how you were meant to be together and how you would be able to live a happy life once he would take you far away before knocking you out. And he had kept his word. He had taken you to a city far away from London where he had somehow managed to buy a small house that was standing somewhere isolated in the forest. And this small cottage had been your prison for the last few months.

“(y/n)!! Where are you?!?! If you wanted to play hide and seek that desperately you could have just told me!!” Chills ran down your spin when you heard his excited voice. Was he seriously thinking that you wanted to play hide and seek?! You were running for your goddamn life here and he was thinking of it as a game?! He sounded pretty close to you, but you didn’t know if he really was or if it was just the echo from the walls. It had taken you at least an hour to find your way out through the forest, having escaped when Dagger had fallen asleep with you in his arms and it had already taken at least 15 minutes to get out of his grip without waking him up and replacing your body with a pillow. You were sure that you would have managed to escape, but your sense of direction was horrible and you had wasted precious time in which Dagger had woken up and had noticed that you weren’t with him anymore. And he knew where you would run and since he already knew the way in there it had been rather easy for him to catch up with you. “Come on!! Stop playing and let’s go home again!! We can play another time!!” Your heart nearly stopped beating when you saw his shadow moving towards your direction. He was catching up! But you still had a chance! If you could manage to hide somewhere without him noticing and would wait until he would be far away from you then you could escape without too much problems. That was at least what you hoped. So you quickly started searching whilst running away from him. And you luckily found a good hideout. You passed an old looking building which looked pretty destroyed, but what caught your attention was the small broken window. It looked like you would barely fit in, but that just meant that there was no way Dagger would fit in. You quickly climbed up to it and squeezed your body through it, ignoring the small pieces of glass that scratched your skin and you also ignored the blood that was starting to flow out of the scratches. The adrenaline pumping through your body made you forget the pain. You felt relieved when you managed to get inside without making too much noises. But the moment was short lived when you suddenly heard footsteps coming closer. You pressed your hands over your mouth, trying to calm your heavy breathing down.

“Please stop hiding from me!! You’ve won alright?!?!” You started shacking like a leaf. Just how could he sound so happy in a situation like this?! “Where are you?!?! My love!! Princess!! Sweetheart!! Darling!!” With each nickname he called you you felt closer to start crying. “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” Just what exactly was this man?!?! Every second felt like an hour to you and you felt like you were sitting on fire, but slowly you heard his footsteps fading away. You waited for a few more minutes before taking a short glance out of the window. You couldn’t see him anywhere. Now or never! You squeezed your body once again through the window, this time even faster than before. After you had jumped outside you quickly ran into the opposite direction, wanting to get as far as possible away from this guy. Now you only had to find someone, explain your situation and get back to London, get away from Dagger! But would you even find someone that late at night outside? Especially in these dark alleys? You had to try at least! So you stormed through the alleys, hoping to find someone who could help you, but you didn’t dare to call for help, scared that Dagger might hear you.

You didn’t know how long you ran through the streets and alleys of the town, but you only knew that it was too long for your nerves to take. Was there really no one out there at this time? Just as you were about to start panicking you suddenly discovered two persons walking in front of you. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling a wave of relief washing over you upon having found someone. You immediately started sprinting towards them. “Wait! Please wait!” The two people, a young couple, turned surprised around. Their eyes widened when they saw you and you couldn’t blame them. You must have looked horrible, completely covered in blood and sweat. “What happened to you Miss?” The woman answered you worriedly. “I’ll explain it later! But please take me with you home! Or-or else he’ll find me!”, you begged them and gave them a terrified look. Both of them shortly glanced at each other, having an unsure look on their face before the man asked:”Are you being chased by someone?” You nodded quickly, feeling the anxiety growing with each second. What if they didn’t want to help you? “You can come with us. It looks like you went through quite a lot.”, the woman told you with an empathetic look in her eyes. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”, you cried out. You did it! Now you would be safe again. But your happiness only lasted for a few seconds.

“What are you doing anywhere near my angel?!?!” You froze when you recognized that voice and the next second you felt something flying past you which was followed by a terrified scream. You slowly let your eyes wander into the direction of where the scream came from and instantly tears started to flow from your eyes. A knife was stabbed deeply into the throat of the man who was laying on the ground and blood was gushing out of it, forming a red pool under him. The woman was kneeling next to him, shaking her fiancé whilst calling desperately his name. Before you could even think about doing something you saw from the corner of your eyes another knife flying past you, piercing the skull of the woman. She collapsed on top of the man and you didn’t even need to check for a pulse, knowing that she was already dead. The next moment you heard a panicked voice behind you and felt arms wrapping around you. “(y/n)!!! What happened to you?!?! You’re bleeding everywhere?!?!” You didn’t answer nor moved, feeling too shocked to do anything. “Let’s get you home!! I need to bandage these wounds!!” The last thing that you remembered was a quick hit on the back of your head before everything started turning black. To be honest, you were sure that Dagger didn’t have to knock you out. You would have most likely lost consciousness on your own.

As soon as you opened your eyes you felt grief washing all over you. Not because you were back into this goddamn house, but more because you knew that two people were dead and that it was to some part your fault as well. You wanted to stand up, but suddenly you felt something restraining your right ankle. You quickly pulled the blanket away and your eyes widened. Your ankle was cuffed to the bed! “You’re awake!!” Dagger was standing in the door with a loving smile on his face. “D-Dagger... Wh-what is that?”, you stuttered out and pointed at your ankle. Dagger happily replied:”Oh! You mean that?! This is just a little security measure to ensure that you won’t do something like this again. I had of course my fun at first, but you got yourself hurt! And these two people also tried to take you away from me! So I came to the conclusion that I can’t let you out ever again, not even if you want to play. If you want to play hide and seek again we’ll just do it in the house.” You stared at him with wide eyes. “You-you’ve went crazy.”, you stuttered out shocked. Dagger didn’t seem offended in the least bit. Instead he happily jumped next to you in bed. You shrieked and immediately tried to run out of the door, but the painful pull you felt on your ankle reminded you that you couldn’t. “You’re right about that.”, he told you, making it sound like that this was a normal thing to hear from other people. “I’m going crazy. It’s because I love you.” The audible passion in his voice gave you goosebumps.

During the whole rest of the night you weren’t able to sleep for even the shortest minute. How could you with your ankle cuffed to the bed and with the pictures of the dead young couple haunting you. But the main reason why you couldn’t sleep was because Dagger was right next to you. He had already fallen asleep and his grip around you seemed to tighten as soon as you moved the slightest bit as if he was even in his sleep afraid that you would try to run away once more.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere dagger

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Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Seven

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader confesses to Mallory that she met Michael and they go have a night out, execpt they run into a certain someone ;)

Words: 6.1k+

Warnings; Mentions of alcohol poisoning, and someone gets VERY drunk (not saying who cause I don’t wanna spoil it). For the sake of the fic pretend that all characters including the reader are of legal drinking age: please and thank you lol

A/N: Sorry for not updating this in so long 😶 I will be back to add a ‘read more’ line and add it to my master list in a couple days. Idk why all my chapters and fics are so fucking long I’m sorry 😂 this chapter was originally even longer but I cut it down believe it or not. I feel like the chapter is the ‘peak’ moment for the tension between Michael and Reader for sure. The tension and the dynamic between them is just so fun to write honestly haha. Reblog or like this if you enjoyed ♥️ also if u wanna be on the tag list let me know!! ALSOO this is readers POV and takes place about a day after the last chapter!

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You felt tense. That was the best way to describe how you felt but it also wasn’t. You felt a constant swirling storm inside of you since you met Michael. That storm made you feel different flavors and elements of being anxious and angry but being tense was the most prominent emotion of them all.

You made the difficult choice to lay low about your new powers, but that only seemed the make the crazed whirlwind of emotions you felt even worse.

You knew you were making the best decision by not telling the coven, it would only breed more chaos and make everything more complicated if you did decide to come clean about your powers. You hated to admit it but lying to Cordelia was too fucking easy.

Telling little white lies to Cordelia was easy anyway, however, pretending that you only had two powers everyday was not so easy. You could feel your new powers growing and itching to be used. It was almost like you had all of this pent up energy inside of you but no outlet. It seemed to burn at your fingertips and the fact that you couldn’t be your true authentic self in front of your sisters was slowly killing you and sending you into some kind of depression. You weren’t sure what was worse, going insane or letting the depression slowly eat away at you.

However hiding your new powers from your best friend was what was really proving to be the most difficult of all. You were normally a open book with Mallory, she knew everything that there was to know about you.. execpt for this. She didn’t know that you were now supposed to be the next supreme, and she certainly didn’t know that your powers were so strong that you were even stronger than the actual antichrist himself. And it was killing you not to tell her, and it was showing.

You had been drawing back and becoming reserved around Mallory over the past couple days, and it would be naive to say she didn’t notice. You knew she noticed but you two were just avoiding the topic.

Today was starting out as another typical morning for you. You and Mallory both got up, got dressed and were prepping to go downstairs to have another boring, dull day. Even though you had been distancing yourself from her you still waited to walk downstairs with her, and make small talk atleast. You atleast owed her that much.

You watched Mallory come out of the bathroom that was connected to your room, and shut the door. You stood up and approached your bedroom door; getting ready to leave but you felt a small hand touch your shoulder instead and stop you.

“(y/n), wait”.

You turned around and met Mallory’s sad honey colored eyes. It wasn’t just her eyes that seemed sad though, you could even hear it her voice. Something was wrong.

“Can we talk”?

She asked and you immeaditly nodded as you two both sat down on her bed. You couldn’t help but remember how last time you two sat on her bed to talk it was to discuss how you found out Micheal was your soulmate.. it seemed like only bad news was revealed on this bed.

“Yeah of course”.

You replied and took a deep breath and continued to keep talking instead of letting her talk.

“But it’s not fair to you Mallory that you have to be the one to initiate this conversation.. I.. Ive been hiding something”.

You spoke softly as you bit your lip. You could feel a pit in your stomach start to form as you did not want to continue to have this conversation with her but you knew you had too. You really shouldn’t have been keeping this information from her for so long in the first place. You noticed Mallory started to sit up a bit straighter as her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. Her mouth opened like she was about to start talking when you cut her off once again.

“I hurt Madison”.

Your words came out shakily, and you made sure to utter them out as a whisper so that none of your sisters could hear. The only thing you really became conscious of was your breathing and your heart beating in your chest. Everything else in the world seemed completely silent and irrelevant. It was as if the world had paused for a couple of seconds until Mallory chose to speak again.

“Madison? How? Why-“

She looked awfully confused as she spoke, and the words seemed to come out quickly. As if she thought the faster she spoke the faster you would give her an answer.

“I didn’t mean too but Micheal wasn’t there at all at first, it was Madison and it was my only option - she would’ve killed me”.

“So it was self defense”?

Mallory asked, the confused expression she wore ealier melted away and now was replaced with a much more stoic and cold look. However, it still held a touch of softness. She had to know deep down that you wouldn’t do something like this unless it was absolutely necessary.. right?

“Yes! I would never hurt her otherwise and you should know that! I wouldn’t hurt a fly”.

You replied and this was when Mallory gave you a small smile and rubbed your shoulder gently with her hand.

“I know (y/n) it’s just I don’t want you to get in trouble. Maybe we should tell Cordelia”?

Mallory offered as she drew her hand back from you.

“There’s no way I could tell Cordelia, Mallory. You know that this whole situation would just stress her out even more than she already is. I feel like she already thinks that I can’t pull the whole ‘seduce Michael’ scheme off. This would just add fuel to the fire, you know”?

You asked her, biting your lip in frustration.

“No, your right. I’m sorry, I just- this whole thing is so complicated. It would just be nice to have a easy solution to all of this”.

Mallory replied with a giggle and a small smile. She looked at you and looked at the floor as if she was deep in thought, and when you got a look in her eyes - you saw a glimmer of adventure and playfulness in her eyes. It was the same glimmer that was in her eyes when you first met her - it was what drew you to her initially. Mallory turned her head back up to look at you and this time she was grinning.

“So your telling me that your powers are stronger than Madison’s? Because you look unscathed”.

She continued and you took a deep breath.

“I- yeah. That’s another thing.. I think seeing Micheal for the first time set something off inside of me because I have these crazy powers, Mallory. I- I stopped Michael from hurting me. I dont know exactly how but I did. Each day my powers seem to be growing and I don’t want to burden anyone else with this information so.. I just feel helpless”.

You ranted. You felt incredibly guilty as you spoke, you knew you were implying that you would be the next supreme but that’s not what you wanted. You didn’t want to be supreme. You didn’t want to take that away from Mallory, your best friend.

“I know your meant to be the next supreme and I would never want to take that away from you-“

You continued to talk but Mallory hugged you and before you realized it you stopped talking. You sat there on the bed speechless. You looked at the patch of sunlight that was in the room since the light was turned off and the curtains were drawn. You supposed noticing this ray of sun was a sign - a sign that things would finally get better and that Mallory would drag you out of this weird funk you’ve found yourself in the past couple days. Then Mallory started to speak,

“Don’t ever think that your taking something away from me. I never really wanted to be supreme anyway I mean, that’s a lot of responsibility and.. I don’t know (y/n) but maybe your not supreme. If your powers are really growing at the rate you said they were then wouldn’t Cordelia’s powers be dying out? And Cordelia’s powers haven’t been affected that I’ve noticed”.

By the time she was finished talking, Mallory stopped hugging you and was looking at you dead in the eyes. The patch of sunlight seemed to hit her and highlighted her dark brown eyes, making them look golden and honey brown. They were beautiful. She was beautiful.

But now was not the time to ogle at Mallory’s beauty; you knew she had a point. Cordelia was constantly teaching and preforming her powers, it would be obvious if her powers started to deplete.

“Yeah but what would that even mean? Would that mean I’m like some other entity like Micheal is? I mean, damn maybe I’m not even a witch at all”.

You were thinking outloud at this point. You crossed your arms gently as you started to get deep in thought. What the fuck would that even mean if you weren’t a witch? How many entities were there that even had ‘magical’ powers? And how would that even really make sense anyway? Your powers really only advanced so rapidly once you met Michael, before that you were just like any other witch. If you really were a entity or something, wouldn’t your powers manifested immeaditly? Plus, you think you would’ve noticed if you really were a demon or some shit.

“Well don’t jump to conclusions I mean, if you really want to know if your a witch you should talk to Cordelia. She would know. Taking the seven wonders wouldn’t be a horrible idea either”.

“Yeah.. maybe after this whole ordeal with Micheal is over though”.

It was nearly as if a lightbulb was turned on in Mallory, she suddenly lit up when you mentioned Micheals name and her mouth even dropped open slightly.

“I totally forgot about Micheal! What happened with Micheal when you met him? How did he not hurt you”?

She questioned and you licked your lips before you continued.

“Take a guess”.

You said with a smirk. It was as if she read your mind because she seemed to know immeaditly what you were talking about. She knew that you were implying that your powers were stronger than Michaels.

“No way! We need to tell Cordelia”!

Mallory’s face continued to light up but you simply shook your head.

“I cant, Mallory. I really can’t”.

You replied softly, trying to stifle a laugh. It made you happy to know that Mallory didn’t reject you or the idea that you might possibly be supreme. However the idea that you perhaps weren’t even fucking human at all overwhelmed you - to say the very least. For now, you were trying to ignore that little detail though.

“Well if your stronger than Micheal than there’s no reason to stay cooped up then, is there”?

“But the coven and Cordelia still need to think that nothing changed. They don’t even know that I met Micheal-“

“We’re going out tonight whether you like it or not. It’s a Friday, and no one will notice if we sneak out.. we deserve a nice night out stress free”.

She replied and you couldn’t help but agree to it. She had a point, it felt purely stupid now to hide away in Robichaux’s when you really had nothing to fear.. even if Micheal did show up, you were stronger than him.. when it came to him hurting you though. Who knows if you would be able to stop his powers if he tried to hurt someone else, like god forbid, Mallory. The odds of Micheal actually showing up tonight in Lousiana were slim to none though. Most likely the fucker was cooped up in his crazy expensive penthouse back in L.A.

But after all you deserved to have a nice night out. You deserved this.

It wasn’t hard to find a house party to go to on a Friday night in Lousiana.. it was nearly laughable at how easy it truly was. It was getting close to midnight and you and Mallory had just arrived, parking the black SUV about a block away from the party you two planned on ‘crashing’.

The house was huge, and college students decorated the yard and flooded the house - making the once spacious area seem cramped and tiny as you walked through the yard and then into the house with Mallory. Mallory led the way as she held your hand as to not get lost as you two had to push through people to find drinks.

It was difficult to be completely certain but with the limited decor you noticed on the walls, the house seemed to be a frat house which explained why all the boys looked like jocks and why all the females seemed to be dressed in minimal clothing. You and Mallory both sported black dresses, hers was long and flowy and fell to about her knees while your dress hugged your body a lot more and ended mid thigh.

You two looked like you belonged here, like you were a part of the party scene but you really weren’t. This was the first time you and Mallory had ever been to be a place like this... from what you heard - this seemed to be more of Madison’s scene. You know she frequently visited frat houses - probably even this one atleast once.

Thinking about Madison put a bad taste in your mouth - it made you incredibly sad. The image of how Madison’s body looked when you threw her against the wall played in your mind but you were quickly brought out of your thoughts when Mallory handed you a cup. You took a sniff of it and sure enough, whatever the substance was DEFINITELY had alcohol in it. You tried not to think to hard about what the substance exactly was before you completly chugged it. Mallory merely gawked at you.

“Your gonna get sick if you keep drinking that fast”!

Mallory yelled at you, you could barely hear her through the blasting music and all of the people talking. You simply giggled at her before replying.

“I’ll be right back”!

You yelled as you turned around, on a mission to find where the rest of the booze was. Of course you didn’t see where Mallory got your booze from in the first place, and it was fucking impossible to see where the kitchen was when you were literally shoulder to shoulder with strangers from how packed this house was.

You swear you could already feel the effects of the alcohol because you knew normally you would be gagging at the smell the house reeked of. It could be best described as pure sweat and maybe unwashed underwear?

You were pleasantly surprised to find that when you next opened your mouth, it was words that came out and not vomit. You didn’t even look to see who was next to you when you spoke; there were so many people in this god damn house - someone was bound to hear you. You had wandered off from Mallory as well, you couldn’t see her anymore but you really weren’t worried at the moment.

“Excuse me, do you know where there keeping the alcohol”?

You tapped the person who was next to you on the shoulder lightly.

The person had their back turned to you and as soon as you actually had time to look at them - you felt as if you had been stabbed square in the chest with fear.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The person you tapped wore a full black outfit with hands crossed behind their back, and their fingers were adorned with several expensive looking rings. Their hair was a curly, beautiful, golden blonde that seemed to rest around their head like a nest or halo of some sort. You just knew that all of these features seemed to hauntingly familiar to you. Too familiar.

Your mouth fell open as you tried to back up but you ended up stepping on someone’s foot, you were trapped. This time, if it really was him, you didn’t have the luxury of running away like you did on the previous meeting. You didn’t know if it was worse to be alone with him or to be stuck with him in a room full of people. Hopefully you were just over reacting and this was just a doppelgänger at best.

The person (who you were hoping wasn’t Micheal) finally sauntered around to face you, you couldn’t help but continue to gawk at them with your mouth wide open. You knew if you continued to keep your mouth open you would surely attract flies so you managed to close your mouth.

You realized this person was wearing a light black cape with two golden claspes on each side with a golden chain running between the two claspes. You couldn’t help but briefly think how expensive those claspes probably were - fuck. All it took was for you to look up and meet his icy blue eyes. Fuck, those eyes. Once you pulled yourself out of the trance his eyes seemed to put you in, you then realized who you were staring at... oh no.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck fuck!!

“I don’t, I was actually just looking for the drinks myself. Care to search with me”?

You stood there as he spoke, completly fucking baffled. You forgot you had even talked to him at all ealier, but he sure didn’t seem surprised to see you. Weird. It was almost as if he knew you were going to be here, but how was that even possible? He wore a smug smirk on his face while your thoughts started to race at one hundred miles per hour.

You tried to make it look less apparent that you were so shocked; it looked like he was getting off on the fact that you looked caught off guard. You didn’t know too much about him but you knew he had a thing for control and manipulation; and you weren’t about to let Langdon control you anymore than he already had.

“Wait.. What? What the fuck are you even doing here”?

You asked and threw your hands up in the air in frustration. The sheer hatred and anger you held in your voice got the attention of a few people who stood close to you but they quickly lost interest.. thank god.

You went to this party with the intention of finally letting go of fear and being able to be free and yet you ran into the person that you were dreading would be there. You felt incredibly angry that he took this night away from you, a night where you could just let go and have fun but now that was fucking gone.

It was odd how he wasn’t scared to confront you when he knew you were stronger than he is. It’s as if he got off on having control over you and your life, and even how you felt.. And you were so fucking over it. It was so fucking sick.

“I could easily ask you the same, couldn’t I”?

Micheal responded. Instead of yelling to talk to you, you noticed that he kept moving in closer and closer to talk to you and you were still trapped. You could feel your palms starting to itch with inticipation, waiting for the right moment to use your powers to attack - if it came to that but that was the absolute last resort. You were surrounded by way too many people to just use your powers freely like in the abandoned house you two had met in previously.

“You don’t own me Micheal. I’m sick of feeling like you control me, I feel like I’m not even in charge of my own emotions or actions anymore. And now when I finally try to have a night to forget about you, you fucking show up. So let me ask you again, what are you fucking doing here”?

You hissed. You kept your voice a little low, still yelling but not quite at the volume that would catch other people’s attention. You made sure to look right into Micheals eyes as you spoke, you wanted to show him you weren’t scared. There was no reason to cower from him anymore.

Micheal smirked as he glanced over his shoulder, as if he was making sure no one was picking up on your conversation. There was so many fucking people here, it was really hard to tell if any of them were purposely listening in or not. And even if they were listening, it probably just sounded like you two were exes that happened to run into eachother at a party.

“I’m here for the same reason you are. To forget about all of the bullshit that’s happened within this past week. So, C’Mon lets go take shots”.

Micheal said and actually grabbed your hand. Your mouth dropped once again as soon as he touched you, your not sure if it was from pure surprise or disgust.. maybe both? Your first instinct was to take back your hand and you tried to - you really did but the fucker seemed to have cat like reflexes and he caught your hand before you could yank it away too far.

You thought the first time you would touch your soulmate you feel sparks or fireworks and maybe even butterflies but when Micheal touched you, and was even leading you through the crowd now - you felt nothing of the sort.

You felt regret, nausea, and if anything it felt like you had almost been electrocuted when he touched you. And not in a good way.

He was moving through the crowd pretty damn fast, and he wasn’t really holding your hand - more so grabbing onto your wrist as if you were a kid who was about to be punished. You tried to slide your wrist out of his grip but he wouldn’t fucking let go, and it was really starting to hurt. You stumbled behind him and he continued lugging you through the crowd and to the kitchen; where there was definetly still a crowd but it was more dispersed and there was actually room to breathe. It was a little bit quieter here too, the music a little bit distant and the crowd was more sparse. It wasn’t nessacary to scream here to talk but you chose to anyway for your next sentence because you wanted to make sure he fucking heard you.

“Micheal let go”!

You yelled, you still couldn’t work your wrist free so you took your other hand to pry Micheals hand free off of you.

You noticed people were staring at you two - you didn’t look to see but you could feel their eyes on you. Micheal must’ve sensed that you two were getting attention because he finally let go of your fucking wrist. Ow. He might’ve let go because you were also digging your nails into his skin as well.

You rubbed your wrist which was now red as you frowned deeply. Even though your wrist was really just irritated and not actually injured; you still chose to put your other hand over your wrist and heal it. It’s not like anyone would notice, you doubted even Michael noticed what you were doing. However, What you really wanted to do was to continue to yell at Micheal but you knew you couldn’t do that now, espically since you just got people to stop staring. You cleared your throat.

“What the hell is this all about Micheal? Are you out of your mind”?

You hissed, glaring daggers at him as you spoke. You hurt Madison, why was he not furious with you? It made no fucking sense. And he wanted to take shots with you?? What??

You don’t know what exactly you were so mad about honestly, because this point it was fucking everything. You don’t know if it was the fact that he was trying to pretend everything was okay when it obviously fucking wasn’t, or the fact he was expecting you to just forget all of the bad blood that was between you too? Who knew at this point.

You waited for him to talk but instead he moved toward the counter to pour shots, you assumed since he was so hellbent on you two drinking together. You wouldn’t be surprised if he poisoned your drink honestly but something about Michael today seemed desperate, and sad. He really seemed like he was trying to get on your good side; maybe you were just reading him wrong but you felt like you could trust him tonight.

Michael didn’t even bother to turn around to reply to you; he kept his focus on the alcohol and not even making eye contact as he spoke.

“I told you, I’m done fighting”.

He said. He nearly slammed the alcohol bottle down onto the counter and he turned to look at you as he kept speaking. He first handed you your shot which happened to be clear in a tiny red plastic cup. You stared at the fluid in the cup suspiciously, and then you looked back up at Michael. You figured you would watch him drink his shot first before you had yours.

“The more I try to distance myself from you, the more I just end up getting fucking nowhere so I’m done trying to run away from you. Whenever I try to push you away someone ends up getting hurt, so It’s not worth it.. bottoms up”.

Micheal took his shot and downed it within seconds and slammed it back down on the counter. You noticed he was already reaching for the bottle to fill up his glass again. You continued to keep holding onto your cup absentmindedly as you watched Michael pour himself another glass. You couldn’t help but to notice how whenever he spoke tonight there seemed to be a desperation in his voice, it was as if he had given up. It almost made you feel bad for him.. almost.

You had to remind yourself who he was, and what his ultimate goals were. The only reason he was sad and angsty tonight was because he couldn’t manipulate you or use his powers against you, it wasn’t because he cared or felt any kind of empathy for you. It stung and hurt for you to acknowledge that but you knew you couldn’t let his charm cloud your judgement.

You already had a drink ealier but you figured this tiny shot wouldn’t hurt, being tipsy around Micheal couldn’t be TOO risky.. After all Michael seemed to be pretty cozy with drinking around you. You downed your shot and pull your small plastic cup back onto the table; assuming Micheal would fill it for you since he was still holding the bottle of alcohol.

You were about to speak but instead you heard someone else speak up and talk to Micheal instead.

“Why are you even taking shots? You might as well just drink the whole bottle at this point”.

It was an all too familiar voice, you whipped your head around and you saw Mallory. You exhaled and grinned, you were never happier to see another human being in your fucking life.

It’s not like you were alone with Micheal, you were surrounded by people but you felt alone. Micheal could do whatever he wanted to you here because you couldn’t use your powers. You felt isolated and alone but now with Mallory here? You were getting the fuck out. Nothing could stop you now.

You were surprised Mallory made such a snide remark to the damn antichrist of all people.. I mean she knew who he was.. right?

Micheal at first smirked, and then he full on laughed - it was like he was trying to hold it in at first. He was defintly feeling the alcohol you could only assume. You’d never seen him laugh before... you couldn’t decipher whether it was a true laugh or a sarcastic one from being challenged.

“Your right. I guess I will”.

Micheal announced, he placed his shot glass on the table and even slid it across. Your not sure if it slid naturally or if he used a bit of his magic - a quick glance around told you that no one seemed to notice or care execpt you.

He started to chug the bottle which happened to be a pretty big fucking bottle of Absolute Vodka. You watched his throat as his Adam’s apple continued to bob as he swallowed.. and swallowed and swallowed. You and Mallory’s mouth both dropped open, you didn’t know what the fuck to do. You both looked at eachother in shock as you watched the amount of liquid in the bottle start to grow smaller and smaller.

He was defintly going to get sick at this rate, and be drunk off his fucking ass. Yes, you hated him and wanted him dead but not like this. Choking on his own vomit and dying drunk and alone would be a fucking awful death; even for the antichrist. And lucky for him you actually gave a shit about people and their feelings.

You knew Cordelia’s ideal end game would be to have Micheal dead as soon as possible but if you could help it Micheal wasn’t going to die tonight. You would rather it be a quick and painless death if he had to die; dying by being drunk would not quick and painless. And on the other hand, Mallory didn’t even know this was Micheal yet. You assumed she probably thought this was just some guy you stumbled across - which wasn’t a totally wrong assumption. You brought your attention back to the man in front of you; who was still fucking drinking, the bottle was nearly empty.

“Hey! Stop”!

You hissed at Micheal. You gripped the end of the bottle and yanked it away from him - he had a damn good grip didn’t he?

The bottle was at least three quarters empty, fuck. You noticed Mallory gave you a weird look when you yelled at Micheal but you only did so cause you didn’t want to randomly name drop him, you figured they could have a (semi) proper introduction.

You still held onto the bottle as you shifted glances between Mallory and Micheal. You pointed at each of them with the bottle you held as you said their names.

“Mallory, this is Micheal. Micheal, this is Mallory”.

Mallory, who was staring at you before, instantly snapped her head toward Michael as her eyes grew wide. It was as if she was trying to convince herself that what you had just said wasn’t true. She looked completly panicked, in fact you could nearly feel the anxiety radiating off of her like how you would feel the heat rising off of a hot stove.

“This is Micheal”?!

Mallory asked in a panicked whisper. You merely nodded quickly. Micheal on the other hand looked purely amused, and swayed in place dangerously. If he wasn’t drunk before, he definitely was now. you had no doubt in your mind that he was reading and taking in all her thoughts right now, if he wasn’t too drunk to use his powers anyway. You weren’t drunk, maybe just a little tipsy at most but you could still feel the strength of your powers swirling inside you. Being intoxicated definitely had no effect on the strength of your powers - that was good to know. Michaels blue eyes flickered from watching Mallory to meeting your gaze.

You knew no one else execpt maybe Mallory was staring at you but you felt under the spotlight under Micheals gaze, almost like how a bug would feel right before being squashed. You started to sweat and shift uncomfterably in place. You felt even more uncomfterable as he spoke.

“Is this your new normal now? Do you always keep a posey of witches around you wherever you go? How about you just introduce me to rest”.

Micheal mused, you nearly screeched when he said the word ‘witches’ outloud. Even though he looked obviously drunk, his words came out smoother than silk - not stumbling on his words once. You found it odd Michael didn’t even bother addressing Mallory, not even respecting her enough to look her in the eyes. You assumed he knew she was a witch from reading her thoughts, or maybe he could just sense it. This seemed to piss you off any more of that was even possible. He could at least pretend to be civil.

“Micheal, What is your problem? Im not scared of you”.

You snarled, you stepped closer to him, just a foot away from his face as you stared him in the eyes. Even though you felt insanely nervous doing this, you knew Micheal couldn’t hurt you. You just needed to show him that you were in control for once. Not him.

You felt Mallory’s soft hand on your bicep, very gently pulling your arm back. You knew she was scared that you or Michael would start fighting.

“(y/n), we need to go”.

You heard her say. Micheal still had a smug smile on his lips and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it clean off.

You backed off though, you took a couple steps back and turned to Mallory; your back now to Michael. As you spoke, you felt Micheal tug on the bottom of the bottle you still held - trying to take it back - but you gently tugged it back. He was already drunk out of his mind, no fucking way he was having more.

“I can’t leave him like this, he’s going to get himself killed”.

You explained to Mallory, frowning. It’s not like you wanted to spend tonight babysitting Micheal but you couldn’t trust him to be by himself.. even if he was acting like a asshole and purposefully trying to piss you off. You could tell Mallory was about to protest by the look on her face but you spoke instead.

“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. Go home, I’m gonna stay with him”.

“There’s no way I’m going to let you do that, what if he hurts you”?!

“I’m not worried, I’m stronger than him. Plus he’s drunk, the only one he’s in danger of hurting right now is himself”.

You said with a giggle. Mallory quickly took a couple steps toward you and bear hugged you. You hugged her back and you could barely make out the words,

“Be careful. I’m gonna head back”.

You gave Mallory a somber smile as you watched her melt back into the sea of people as she left the kitchen. You turned your attention back to the drunk bafoon you had the pleasure of babysitting tonight.

You caught him dancing embarrassingly bad and trying to lip sync to whatever hip hop song was playing.. you could only laugh as you walked over to him.

After pick pocketing his phone from his back pocket of his jeans, you quickly got you two a Uber to wherever the hell Michael was staying this time.

You could only hope it was another nice penthouse like how his one in L.A. was.

While holding his phone; you didn’t mean to snoop or go through anything execpt the Uber app (which you downloaded) but.. a message notification popped up.

A quick glance at Michael told you that he wasn’t paying attention, the dumbass was too drunk to even notice you took his phone in the first place.

You looked over back at his phone and first noticed the message was from Madison, and then you noticed what the message even was.. a photo. It looked to be a photo of.. oh my god.

Was that Madison? Was that a fucking nude? Your mouth opened and your shut his screen off, you immeaditly handed his phone back over to him which he reluctantly took with a confused puppy look.

By how Michael was talking ealier you thought that maybe he wanted to make mends but if he still had this kind of relationship with Madison, what did it even mean? What did any of this mean? You saw first hand though how in love he was with her. He wasn’t just going to break up with her, you should’ve known that.

You shook your head, atleast you knew you had a lot to think about tonight.

Taglist: @mindlesschicca @mina672 @guiltyfiend @michaellangdonstanaccount @9layerdevilsfoodcake

#lemme know how trash this chapter was lol #i feel like the writing in the beginning and end is good but in the middle its kinda meh?#writing drunk michael is SO fun #next chapter is pure drunk michael content #michael x reader #michael langdon x reader #imminient annihilation sounds so dope #my fic #ahs

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lavendersoft · 5 years ago

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Until I met you.

3/?

-Street Fighter! Jimin x Reader

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi wouldn’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of sexual assault/ harassment, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: lil fluffy :)

Jimin doesn’t visit Yoongi’s grave.

He hasn’t in a while, at least. He has seen Yoongi far too often since his death, actually. And he decided long ago that visiting graves only bring him grief and sorrow, not solace like most people.

Something was different this morning; off. Yoongi wasn't lurking. He wasn't staring at Jimin in the shadows or murmuring in Jimin’s ear. He’s just... gone.

But that doesn't stop Jimin from drinking his guilt away like he usually does. If he's being honest with himself, Jimin probably wouldn't be able to cope without his daily dose of alcohol.

He could just picture Hoseok and Jin laughing at him if they were here. They were always the big drinkers of the group. Jimin hardly drank and when he did, he’d get drunk faster than the rest. The memory brings Jimin no joy, knowing what came of everyone. In fact, he’d rather not remember.

The useless alarm clock rings beside Jimin’s bed. The machine never gets the chance to actually wake him up since he’s awake before dawn every morning due to the nightmares.

Hm. Maybe I should call Dr. Bang?

As he reaches over to dial his therapist’s number, her name pops up instead.

Y/n: I had a lot of fun last night, minus the weird guy in the alley lol

Jimin wonders how she could dilute such a pig to just a “weird guy” but he decided not to bring it up.

Jimin: me too.

Send.

What? That’s it? Come on.

Jimin: um so if you ever want to do-

Delete.

Jimin: cool. so do u wanna see a-

Delete.

Flirting is a lot harder than Jimin remembers. He sighs heavily and tosses his phone down, opting to shower away his self-frustration. Right when he starts rinsing and lathering, however, an idea lights up his mind.

Of course.

A few hours later he is standing outside of his old dance studio, the one he’d go frequently with Yoongi on their days off work.

He hasn’t been here in months. Nevertheless, this place hasn't changed a bit. This place was their own little private piece of paradise. It was a cozy, secluded building on the outskirts of the city, but it had the best view at any time of day. Jimin had the best memories here. Memories of his whole friend group coming and visiting him while he danced. Hoseok always had the best advice for him and they’d end up dancing together.

Jimin stares at the oak door, then glances at the key in his hand. He contemplates if he is even ready to be back in there. But she’s going to be here soon. He’d asked her if she wanted to use his old studio to practice dancing and had given her the address. So, he bites his lip and turns the knob.

The angelic light that flows in from the window is the first thing he notices when he walks in. The room looks so much more spacious than he remembers, probably because he was never in here alone. The huge, wall-length mirror expands further than he remembered. You’d think that he’d still remember every detail of this room, being that he was here close to every day. But he doesn't. These last nine months have hurt more than his heart. I can’t remember worth a damn nowadays.

He closes his eyes and stands in the middle of the room, soaking in the sunlight, breathing in the familiar smell of the walls and floor. This building always had such a distinct smell. You’d probably call him crazy if he said he could just faintly hear the laughter that always filled this place. There was never a bad situation that happened here. It was untainted with the strife and stress of their daily lives. All of their struggles and grievances, they were dropped at the door.

They came here to forget. They came here because it was their haven. A pure haven.

And now he’s sharing it with you.

Also, he thinks it could use a good dusting. So, he gets to work.

But he’s soon interrupted by one of those endlessly annoying, nagging thoughts that pop into his head as he sprays down the mirror with Windex.

I’m expecting too much. I don’t even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And I’m letting her into my most sacred place. It’s just too fast. It’s gonna scare her.

He lifts his gaze and stares at himself in the foggy mirror for the first time in ages.

As if I could scare her any more than I have. I’ve practically beat the life out of a man on our first date.

But she’s still coming. She’s still coming.

He tears his eyes away from the man lingering in front of him to get back to work.

After an hour of dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the studio looked exactly how he left it the last time. Then, a knock at the door startles him. He’s not used to anyone knocking on the studio door, it was always open to his friends.

He jogs overhastily to let her in.

The moment the door reveals her, her eyes light up in awe.

“Wow! It’s huge!” She blushes when she realizes she hasn't even greeted him yet.

“Uh, I mean good morning.” She scratches her head awkwardly.

“Morning.” His reply seems bland compared to all the work he’d just put into cleaning the place up as to not embarrass himself... and possibly impress her. He’d never admit that, though.

“It’s so much bigger than the one I practice in! And it has natural light!” She saunters over the window, pulling open the curtain entirely. She freezes.

“Mine doesn't even have windows! And yours has-”

“Cool, huh?” He chuckles. She really is cute.

“A full view of the city? It’s more than cool, it’s like a dancers dream!”

It was. Once.

“So, do you like.. own it?” She asks the question as if it would offend him in some way.

“Sort of.”

It was Yoongi’s first gift to Jimin, before they’d even started dating. It was by far the greatest gift he’d ever received.

“I co-own it.”

“Ah.” She nods, dropping the subject entirely. “Oh, hey, a radio!”

She’s so enthusiastic about everything. Jimin smirks.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if it still work-” He cut off by a stream of soft music filling the room. He remembers this song well. It’s the last song he’d been listening to that night, before-

“Oh, I love this song.” She looks over her shoulder with a look that almost resembled mischief. “Wanna dance..?”

“Oh... uh.. I don’t know. I’m probably kind of rusty.”

“Please?” Oh, this could get dangerous. It’s really hard to say no to her.

“Okay, but don't laugh.”

“Promise.” She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for him to lock his with her own. He does so, gladly.

Take my hand.

She places her hand in his. He wraps his hand lightly around her waist.

Take my whole life, too.

They fumble a bit, awkwardly stepping on each other’s toes as if they weren't both trained professionals.

For I can't help falling in love with you.

She finds her balance, he finds his rhythm.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes-

They glide over the dance floor like water.

Some things are meant to be.

The chorus repeats once more. He looks into her eyes now, instead of at his feet. She has a smile on her face that says she hasn't a care in the world at the moment.

I can't help falling in love with you...

The music fades and Jimin curses the song for starting in the middle instead of the beginning. He wants longer with her.

The next song starts and it’s a more upbeat one. One he made a choreography to. He’s almost tempted to show her before-

She already dancing. The exact same dance he created. He stands in shock. Every move, every step, everything is smooth and right on beat. But how did she know?

He struggles to find the words to ask. Instead, he slowly starts to dance along with her. The look of confusion that crosses her face when she glances in the mirror and spots him following along with her perfectly is priceless. She falters for just a brief seconds before turning around and facing him, still hitting each beat.

He smirks at her when the song finishes, she at a loss for words.

“How did you..? Where did you learn that?”

“Learn? I didn't learn it. I created it.” A stark silence enters the room.

“I’m sorry, what?” She’s obviously having a hard time processing.

“I made it.”

“But.. my dance teacher said it was made by some prodigy, like, years ago.”

He holds up his index finger, gesturing to himself. “That’d be me.”

“Stop playing with me. There’s no way... I mean-”

And so the afternoon went on. They discussed their dreams, their hopes, where they came from, favorite places to visit.

Somewhere in between talking about her family home, she offered to order take out. He obliged and paid before she could oppose it. He felt terrible that they didn't have a proper place to eat- not even chairs. He’d pulled out an old blanket from the storage closet and made a makeshift picnic. He’d hoped to God that she didn't notice the faint musty odor from being in storage for so long. If she did, she didn't say anything.

When they continued to talk, they even found out that they attended the same dance school when they were both beginners, not at the same time though. He has started dance much sooner in life than she.

He was called a prodigy, or so everyone told him. He was meant to be something. Something bigger than what he turned into.

“Hey. Wanna see something cool?” He asks when he notices the light in the room beginning to turn a deep gold, indicating the sun was setting. The really talked all day, huh?

“Always.”

He takes her hand and leads her into the hallway, all the way to end. They reach a door and he reaches up the top of the door frame to search for the key. After successfully unlocking it, the door opened to reveal an old, and he will admit, slightly sketching looking staircase. To his surprise, she enters without fear. She barely even waits for him.

Once they reach the top he opens the door and then stands out of her way, not wanting to block to the view. And he also wanted to make sure he could see her reaction.

There’s a silence that falls between them as she takes in the view of the city. Jimin inwardly praises himself for knowing all the best times of day to come to the roof, 6:22 pm sharp is one of those times. The world around them glows with golden, orange, and red light. The sun looks as if it’s searing the city, completely ablaze.

“Wow.” She takes in the sight of the tall shadows belonging to the buildings and trees as they grow even longer.

Wise men say only fools rush in.

#until i met you #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts #park jimin fanfiction #park jimin #jimin #yoonmin #jimin x reader #jimin x yoongi #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #min yoongi

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theaurorfileshq · 5 years ago

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N O M I E V E R H A R T / A U R O R O F F I C E R

AGE: Thirty

BADGE NUMBER: S01D71

BLOODSTATUS: Likely Pureblood

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Genderqueer, Any Pronouns

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: Large bite scar over right shoulder, claw scar stretching down the left cheek and on to the neck, pierced left collarbone and multiple ear piercings, three diagonal claw scars across their chest and stomach, magical dragon tattoo, moon tattoo on their right wrist that reflects the phases of the moon, buck wild fashion sense.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

(+): No-Maj Weapons Specialist, Minor Talent with Wandless Magic, Good at Teamwork

(-): Emotional Instability around the Full Moon, Reckless, Weakness with Defensive Magic

BACKGROUND:

The sprawling farm in Montana is a home to many over the first nineteen years of Nomi’s life. It’s a place for wayfarers, wanderers, lost souls and free-spirits. Their mother is the heartblood of a commune of wixen folk who live off the land, who practice magic freely and without much structure, who believe very firmly that it takes a village to raise a child. Nomi never knew who their father was, one of the ones who stayed or one of the ones who passed through. They all treated Nomi like they belonged. Fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, everything in between and beyond. A family.

Nomi has always been a free spirit –– difficult to reign in, difficult to capture. Their magic is the same. It flows free and wild, it doesn’t react well to being constrained by rules and regulations. They had their magic for as long as they could remember, could never recall the day it first came out to join them in their play. It stays a relatively unrefined thing as they grow up –– they never go to Ilvermorny, instead being taught at home by the people who raised them. Nomi thrived under their teaching, but often struggled when it came to any standardised testing it was required they complete.

In their youth, Nomi wanted to be an action hero. They wanted to be a force of nature. A dragon, a knight in shining armor, a phoenix rising from the ashes. They wanted to go fast, play hard, fight hard. The sprawling farm in Montana began to feel more like a cage than anything else –– a warm happy cage, but a cage nonetheless. They longed for bigger and better things, wilder and more intense. The siren song of adventure called to them. Auror training seemed like a logical step, though it took them several years to gain entry to an academy. Theoretical tests and exams were always their weak point, but once they got the chance to show their practical talent they found their feet at the academy.

Nomi graduates from the auror academy at the age of twenty, and serves for three years on a squad in Montana before moving on to work in California for a year. It’s during these formative years that they discover their love of no-maj weapons. Eventually, they’re recruited on to Central Squad, which is where they really fall in love with their work. They enjoy the excitement and the variety of serving a wide area. They enjoy their life, make real friends, have real fun.

Luck seems to be on Nomi’s side whenever she’s out on the job. She solves case after case, climbs the ranks faster than she imagined she would, for someone as reckless and generally wild as they are. One case leads to another, and she cracks in to a ring of criminal werewolves. The Jacobi Pack are exactly the nightmares people think about when you say the word werewolf. They prey on the innocent, they actively hunt people to turn and expand their numbers. They enjoy hurting people, enjoy twisting them, believe that the can never be anything other than the wolf. They’re a larger pack that anyone is comfortable with, and they prey mainly on women and children, trying to build the perfect empire. Some die, some are turned. Nomi works her way through their ranks, brings in low-level members until she can get a lead on the alpha. Nomo works on the Jacobi Pack for months, almost a year, and thinks she’s going to take them all down. She’s promoted to Corporal for her efforts, a reward for all the good work she’s done.

It’s the day before the full moon when one of the younger Jacobi Pack members, a runt that Nomi got to months ago, tells them about a plan for the leaders of the pack to gather and turn any new members caught on the moon the next day. Nomi rushes in, expecting to save people, to finally bring down the pack as best as they can. It’s a trap, in the end. Orcastrated to bring down the Aurors who have been giving them so much trouble, a message that they shouldn’t be fucked with. Brandon Jacobi, the leader of the pack, bites Nomi persoanally and leaves them to either turn or die after a brutal attack. They still remember his voice, when the moon had set, when he turned back in to a man and they lost consiousness. “If you survive this, you’ll come crawling back to join us, just you wait and see.”

Nomi doesn’t crawl anywhere. They’re stronger than that. They recover slowly from their wounds, had finds that the entire world has changed along with their body. The bite took, and they survived but they weren’t the same. They would never be the same again. The leadership at MACUSA are as understanding as they can be, but discrimination runs rampant within society, and they struggle to figure out what to do with Nomi. They decide on a sabbatical of no less than six months, time for Nomi to heal and grow and get used to their new affliction. When the six months are done, they’ll review Nomi’s mental state and evaluate their return to central squad.

Nomi goes home to the farm –– they couldn’t stay in their apartment. Their landlord was well within his rights, apparently, to kick a werewolf out on its ass. For six long months they heal and stew and turn with the moon, heal and stew some more. Rinse and repeat. Their family locks them in an old barn every month, even when they can get wolfsbane potion, and looks at them with pitying eyes while they shake in the morning. For six long months, Nomi thinks about what they’re going to do when they get back to work: show everyone that they haven’t changed at all, that they aren’t a monster. They’re going to fucking kill Brandon Jacobi, too, if they get the chance to. It’s not a case they’re willing to stop working, even if the higher ups say they should.

They let Nomi back on to central squad, with certain restrictions in place. They demote her to fucking officer again too, for good measure, and they have to swallow past their rage to stop themself from lashing out at the people who tell her. There’s so much rage inside Nomi, but they know they can’t be a cliche and prove everyone right, they know people would see it as another rabid werewolf with anger issues. As long as they have their badge, they know they can walk back in to the office. They know they have to hold their head high while they do it, not cower or worry about what everybody else is going to think.

#nomi everhart #written by wren #aurorx

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manifestoonmoralmanlove · 6 years ago

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Soulless Riffing: Brainless Ch. 6

I got a supernatural action/romance book series as a gift that’s just riddled with stuff that I hate….and as a steampunk Victorian London action romance story filled with werewolves and vampires…it’s yeah gonna be easy to poke fun at.

I just want to say, it’s totally cool if you like this story or ones like it! It’s certainly a better caliber than a lot of what I make fun of…however…I can’t help but want to make fun of it.

Over here for the 1st chapter, 2nd chapter, 3rd chapter, 4th chapter, and 5th chapter.

SO FUCK IT HERE GOES!

This chapter opens up with, #1 Stud of my heart, MacDougall taking Alexia out. Alexia is all impressed that his carriage has like special binocular for long-distance spectating and a built-in electric kettle for making tea. But Alexia is not shallow and classist like her sister peeking out the window and going, “I’d never fuck a fatty lawl. Good thing he rich tho.” The good professor Lyall follows her, just to be safe cause she’s magic kidnap material.

And honestly? MacDougall and her seem to have a lovely time. They go on a ride, have a quaint little picnic by a river, and talk about stuff they’re both passionate about. Neither of them get mad at each other for petty reasons. They don’t treat flirting like it’s some unfunny flaccid battle of wit dominance where both parties are barely smart enough to tie their own shoes. GOSH I REALLY MISSED ALEXIA AND MACCON’S BANTER HARDY HAR HAR!

She, of course, has to monologue several times about how she definitely wouldn’t date him but doesn’t really give any reason for it. And at this point?

GOOD YOU SHALLOW TART! IF I COULD, I’D SHOVE YOU OUT OF THE WAY, AND FUCK HIM IN HALF RIGHT IN THAT OVER-DESIGNED GOD DAMN CARRIAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LONDON STREETS! YOWZA!

MacDougall opens up about how his brother was forcefully turned into a vampire and how his crappy family not just disowned the brother but like put a hit on him cause he’s UNDEAD now. It’s a nice touch of backstory and world building. It’s a shame it gets to the point where MacDougall brings up how the vampires sided with the Confederates during the Civil war and Alexia makes the internal point that, “Can you blame them? Vampires were so oppressed by the US government?”

RED FLAG ON THE FIELD!

Of course, you’d sympathize with the confederates Alexia you fucking fat-cat reptile who’s never had a lift a finger in her god damn life, and your comfort is built on the backs of ACTUALLY oppressed people who AREN’T vampires.

But like, I’m getting increasingly sick of this attempted narrative that supernatural folks are oppressed:

1.) Don’t play that game and at the same time, say they sided with rapist slave owners.

2.) You cannot compare the two so fucking easy, just cause you think it makes your story deep. Why? Vampires NEED TO hurt humans in order to live, and werewolves are literally uncontrollably violent monthly and apparently used to eat human flesh. Both are immortals who are stronger, faster, and heal quicker than humans. It is not paranoid of humans to be a bit fucking nervous around that. Thinking people distrusting vampires is comparable to what any actually oppressed minority group had to go through is frankly fucking insulting.

3.) All vampires and werewolves that we’re shown in this story are wealthy and powerful and we have yet to see them suffer due to their status as supernatural. The closest we get is a rich person tutting that businesses are now catering to supernatural people more directly. HARDLY TRAUMATIC!

But honestly? I think I’m thinking about this more than the author did.

So MacDougall drops her back off, and asks if he can see her again. She says not tomorrow. He suggests the day after. She agrees to that but has to monologue about how Americans are persistent and too forward and how she doesn’t really want to see him again but does it to be polite. GIRL ARE YOU FOR REAL? SPOILER ALERT: but Maccon sees her every day for a week and each time is desperately trying to get at your puss. He attempts to do so in public and in other inappropriate situations.

That’s not persistent but MacDougal trying to make plans even though you’re not making it clear you’re disinterested is being pushy. YEAH OK! I hate this mindset in these novels that when a handsome lead does it, IT’S GREAT!

So when she gets back home Lord Maccon is there waiting for that OH SO WITTY INSULT-FEST to begin. Thankfully Alexia discovers a braincell and outright asks the earl, “Do u like me? Y? N?” He replies that he does like her and they make out for 6 pages. Okay I’m exaggerating they take a break in the middle for the Lord to have a jealousy freak-out that she has a bite mark, but it turns out he gave her that bite mark.

And like I get the comedy/pandering of that…but I’m sitting here like…

I hate jealousy, and it’s so much more irritating for me personally when men are jealous stupidly.

Say something Nice Faps:

Alexia openly expresses her sexual interests and has sexual agency! Hurray!

I want to express my sexual agency all over MacDougall’s adorable god damn face. HNGH!

The exposition with MacDougall was genuinely interesting.

The sexposition with MacDougall was genuinely interesting.

I would fuck MacDougall

#soulless #riff #brainless

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earthsmightiestcuties · 6 years ago

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Do u mind doin a #40 w Steve Rogers x Reader. Where he's mind controlled on a mission so she has to find a way to snap him out if it before he kills her. Would rlly love it if you did❤️❤️❤️ understand if u don't tho thnx

This was quite fun to write! I also got a bit carried away but hey it turned out great! Excuse any mistakes it’s quite late here so I might have missed a few while editing! #40 “Become a hero they said, it would be fun they said.” Prompt List

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting

Word Count: 1.6k (1,666 to be exact!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Everyone remember the plan?” Steve spoke into the coms

“Kick ass get what we need and bounce.” You replied to him with a grin

The Avengers were sent to infiltrate a Hydra base that SHIELD was keeping an eye on. They were building a mind control device that could control anybody. Now you can see how that was a very bad thing and the fun part? It was designed to look like a regular phone that way it didn’t raise suspicion. Nobody was sure how it worked so it was imperative that it’s taken from them. The team was closing in on its location making you and Steve get ready for the drop. You were paired up on this mission because Fury said you two had good chemistry. Which was true, you worked better with Steve then you did with any other Avenger. Even outside missions, you two were almost inseparable

“And don’t get controlled, which should be common sense.” Tony’s voice spoke through

“So then don’t let them control you Stark. Then again if any of us would it’d be you” You replied as you put on your parachute

“You wound me, princess.” He faked hurt and you opened the doors

“Meet you down there Cap!” You ignored Tony and jumped from the aircraft.

It was a long fall but nothing you haven’t done before. You’ve been on many missions for SHEILD that required you to jump from thousands of feet in the air. It was a smooth landing and you disposed of the parachute in some nearby bush. Steve landed a few feet in front of you, wasting no time you two started heading toward the base. Tony, Thor, Hulk, Clint, and Natasha would act as a distraction as you and Steve went in and stole the device. Surprisingly the plan was actually going pretty smoothly so far, you ran into a few agents on your way in but took care of them quickly. Fury said the device was in the center of the facility which meant you had to act quickly. The only problem was there were many different rooms.

“We have to split up, keep in contact. I’ll take the left.” Steve instructed you

“I’ll take the left, good luck!” You called and ran off in that direction

There were many rooms and you had no idea where to start. Anyone of these could hold the stupid device. Hydra was a pain in your ass and you wish it would just disappear, but if it were to do that now it would raise suspicion. It felt like hours since you’ve been searching rooms and each time you came up with nothing. It was really starting to piss you off even the team outside were getting antsy. Steve had been quiet for a few minutes, but you brushed it off as him being too busy to reply.

“Steve, did you find it?” You asked into your com and waited for a reply but got nothing.

“Steve? Why aren’t you answering?”

“Looking for this?” A new voice sounded behind you

You whip around to see one of Hyrda’s agents holding up the phone. Straightening up and took a defensive stance, ready to defend yourself. The man smirked as he played with the device in his hand slowly tossing it up and down like it didn’t cost millions of dollars. Why wasn’t he attacking or calling anyone to his location? He caught you, an Avenger, in their hideout. You clicked a button on your wrist bracelet signaling to Steve that you were in trouble and waited for him to join you. Until he got there you decided to stall the man.

“It wasn’t easy to make so you won’t be taking it. How sad for you.”

“And you’re not leaving with it.” You said and got ready to fight

“Oh, dear I believe I am. Captain kill her!” He shouted

Your eyes widen as you hear a whizzing noise coming at you. Ducking you watched as Steve’s shield flew over your head making it embed in the wall in front of you. The agent ran off and you turned around just in time to meet Steve’s fist. His fist made contact with your cheek making you fall to the side. Pain rippled through your face, and you felt blood pool into your mouth; but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. You needed to snap Steve out of his mind control and get that damn phone. Flipping around you kicked him in the chest making him stumble a bit giving you the chance to run off. Looking over your shoulder you saw Steve grab his shield and chase after you.

“Tony, we found the device! An agent ran off with it he’s planning to leave!” You shouted into the coms as you tried to think of a way to snap Steve out of it. Damn it you could really use Wanda at the moment, but she stayed at the compound with Vision.

“I’m on it, you and Capsicle need to get to the jet.”

“That might be a bit tough.” You panted and looked behind you to see Steve was gone

“Why?”

“Steve-“

You were about to reply to Tony when Steve hit you from the side with his shield in front of him. The impact made you fly into the closest wall and break a bit on impact. Gasping you hit the floor with a thud and tried to catch your breath, he was using his full strength on you. If he kept up, you weren’t making it out of this mission alive; and kill you was his mission. You didn’t have any superpowers, you were a great fighter and as smart as Stark; it’s what helped you get into SHIELD and the Avengers. So, having a super soldier punt you across the room like a football at full strength did not feel good, plus none of your hits would hurt him. Groaning you stood from the floor using the wall for support. You definitely had a few broken ribs and at least a fractured arm, you had blood running on the side of your head making you add possible head fracture to the list. You watched as Steve ran at you barely giving you time to dodge him making a sharp pain course through your leg. Honestly, you didn’t know how you were dodging him, he was faster than you were, especially at this moment. Must have been the adrenaline pumping through your veins that kept you moving.

“Become a hero they said, it will be fun they said.” You muttered sarcastically to yourself as you lean on a nearby desk

“(Y/n)! What’s wrong with Steve? What’s going on?!” Tony sounded panicked as he spoke

“I’m coming to your position,” Natasha said making you panic

“No don’t! They used the device on Steve, he could kill you if you come near.” You rushed out and threw the computer on the desk at Steve as he charged you again.

“He’ll kill you if we don’t help,” Thor added

“That is his mission, just stick to the plan. I’ll think of something I promise. Holy shit!” You yelled as he swept your legs out from under you.

“Sorry (Y/n) but this has to be done. It’s for the good of the world.” Steve said in a cold voice making a pang of fear grip your heart

“Steve you gotta snap out of it, your stronger than this.” You panted exhausted and in pain as he stood over you

“I’m right where I want to be.” He said and lifted the shield over his head

You had to act fast if he brought his shield down you were as good as dead. Frantically you looked around for something to use, anything to snap him out of his trance. Then it hit you, something he’d never expect, and it might just work. It would be like scaring the hiccups out of someone. Just as he brought his arms down you kicked his knee making him stumble and lose his stance. You kicked his chest once again but this time he fell backward. Steve dropped his shield and fell into a sitting position, leaping off the floor you moved forward so you were chest to chest with the super soldier. Before he got the chance to do anything you planted your lips on his and closed your eyes. Both of you stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity before you felt hands cup your cheeks and felt him kiss you back. It was soft and slow making butterflies erupt in your stomach, but it also held a deeper meaning. You two had never kissed before, but there was an unspoken thing between you and everyone could see it. Slowly you pulled away from Steve, but he didn’t let you get very far. You opened your eyes to see him staring back at you with a blank look and it scared you.

“Steve?” You whispered hoping he was back to normal

“I’m so sorry (Y/n).” He said and ran his thumb over the bruise on your cheek

“Thank god.” You let out a sigh of relief and laid your forehead on his

“(Y/n) I-“

“Save it till we get back to the compound. Tony, did you get it?”

“I got it, is Steve back to normal?”

“Yeah, he’s back we’ll meet you at the jet. Looks like it’s your lucky day Captain.” You gave him a small smile and pulled away from him

“Why’s that?” He asked pulling a smile of his own

“You dear sir get the honor of carrying me to the jet.” You nodded as you started to lose consciousness

“Come on let’s get you out of here,” Steve said and stood up with you in his arms

“Thank you for not killing me.” You muttered as you lay your head on his chest

“Thank you for not giving me the chance.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america imagine #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers one shot #captain america x you #avengers x reader #Avengers #avengers imagine

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spectroamer · 7 years ago

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SERVERTALE CHAPTER 5: Friends to rely on

Ne is speeding through the city, while the bandits are chasing him in their cars. They are more prepared than he expected. The cars are advanced, race type, making it hard for him to escape. Ne becomes bored after a few minutes of chasing, so he calls Slasher. Slasher: Boi. Ne: Your boy Ne back in action. Actually a little bit too much, I can’t shake off these thugs that are chasing me, so how about an ambush. Slasher: Sure. Where do I setup? Ne: Factory district. Warehouse C 4. Slasher: Oh my god! Ne: I know, right, think you can make it under 5 minutes? Slasher: Are you questioning my Suzuki RM 250? OF COURSE I’LL MAKE IT! Ne: Yeah, I regret asking. Slasher: Just let me get my gear. Silencers? Ne: No need unless you plan to take out all of them before they start firing. Slasher: Well how many of them are there? Ne looks back to see 3 cars chasing after him. He starts to accelerate, but they still manage to keep up with him. Ne: 3 cars, probably all full. Slasher: Possible. Ne: Really? Slasher: If you use the bullets correctly. Ne: Well ok then. Got to go, these guys won’t let me go. Slasher: ok, see ya soon. Ne notices that he isn’t the only one who is tired of chasing. The thugs are starting to fire their weapons at him, but since they aren’t that accurate, dodging isn’t really necessary. Ne: Ok, looks like I need to take this chase somewhere less populated. Ne turns from the main road and starts driving through small alley ways, with his pursuers not far behind. After some time of playing cat and mouse with them, he finally arrives to his destination. Ne quickly gets off his bike and runs in the warehouse and sees slasher waiting with his signature dual desert eagles. Ne: What happened to silencers? Slasher: Well to be honest, even if i used them, the way I would do it would create noise that makes the whole effort useless. Ne: What are you talking about? Slasher: You’ll see. The thugs are starting to get close with their vehicles. Slasher: That’s my cue. He takes the grapple gun from his backpack and fires it on the roof, pulling himself up to a platform where he can be out of sight. All of the cars pull over at the same spot, blowing some dust away, revealing trails of fuel all over the floor. All of the thugs are getting out of their cars, threatening, taunting Ne and celebrating that they “caught Ne”. They were wrong. Slasher: Showtime. Slasher shoots one bullet on the start of the trail, setting all of the cars and some of the thugs on fire, making them take off their burning armor. While they are distracted, Slasher gets back down with his grapple gun, leaves it back in the backpack, so that he can use both of his pistols. Some thugs had enough time to take off their jackets, but none of them had enough time to shoot Slasher. He wasn’t picky about the impact place. He shot some of them in the knees, or hands, while he shot others in the head. Ne did nothing to stop him. While killing wasn’t exactly Ne’s specialty, he still didn’t feel bad if one of them got killed. They were not just criminals, they were terrorists, if not worse. After a few seconds of shooting, all of the threats were either taken down or killed. Slasher: Well that escalated quickly. Ne: Huh, you were right. Slasher: Well of course I was. All it took was some planing and speed. Ne: Fine, you were wright about the bike speed, I’m sorry. Slasher: Oh, I’m not the one who you should be apologizing to. Slasher points to his bike. Slasher: It’s her. Ne: Really, Slasher? Slasher just tilts his head in an motion that means “just do it already”. Ne looks at the bike and decides to do a favor for him. Ne: I’m sorry (I can’t believe I’m apologizing to a bike). Slasher: See? Was that so hard now (I can’t believe he actually apologized to the bike, HAHA, what a noob)? By the way, now that we have this situation cleaned up, why were there gangsters chasing after you? Ne: because I have a video that they want. It’s a security camera footage from the computer room. Their boss believes that someone entered the digital realm. Slasher: And? What did actually happen? Ne: Frisk entered their world. Slasher: Wait. Frisk, the girl you took care of? Ne: Yeah, I don’t know why, but I don’t think it was really her choice. Slasher: Well, are you going after her, or what? Ne: I can’t, I need to be here to fight the sentinels of the ancient, in case they attack again. Slasher: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of them, It’s not like they can beat me. Ne: I’m not worried about you getting hurt, as much as I’m worried about everyone else getting hurt. You know, that sometimes when you get carried away, you forget about collateral damage. Slasher: Understandable. Wait, but why did you ask for my help, I know that you could have beaten those guys easily? Ne: True, but that would mean fighting without you, plus I thought you would find it fun. Slasher: Thanks... So, what now? Ne: I need to check what is currently happening at their base and you could setup any gear that would come in handy in the future. Slasher: No problem. Ne: Thanks. See ya later. Ne creates his bike using magic, while Slasher gets on his own and they both drive of their own ways. Frisk is slowly starting to wake up. She has a headache and she feels dizzy. Frisk: Ow, my head hurts. Chara: You’re lucky that you don’t have more problems, you have been unconscious on that snow for some while. Frisk: Wait, snow? Frisk finally realizes the fact that the area she’s in is completely different from the Ruins. It is way more open, has snow, tress and feels more natural. Chara: It sure looks like it. Frisk: Ok, just give my head a second to calm down and we’ll continue. Frisk starts to concentrate so she can deal with her head easier. Chara: You ready? Frisk: Yeah, I guess. Chara: Good, because there’s a camera in that bush. Frisk: WHAT? Chara points to the camera. Chara: Right there. Frisk: Wow, now the person that owns the camera will think I’m crazy. Chara: Who cares. Come on, lets start moving. Frisk slowly gets up and starts following the path. Sans is watching her from the distance. Even tho Error and Toriel already mentioned a human falling, he still doesn’t feel prepared. He notices that she is slightly injured. Instantly, he thinks through all the possibilities. Sans:*she looks ok, but if she’s injured, that means she was in a fight. was she attacked or was it the other way. if she wanted to hurt someone, she would have taken a better weapon than just random glow stick on the ground, but wouldn’t toriel protect her?* While walking, Frisk almost trips on a big stick that was previously covered in snow. Chara: That one looks heavy. Think it will be stronger than the light stick? Frisk: I don’t need it. The light stick is very easy to handle, plus I feel like this branch would snap after a few attacks. Even if it is stronger, that’s way too heavy for me to use. Chara: If you say so. They continue going forward. Sans teleports not too far behind them. Sans:*i won’t be able to avoid her meeting papyrus. so i guess, when she talks to him, i’ll figure out if she uses mercy...* He creates a bone, than throws it on the branch, breaking it and alarming Frisk. Before she has time to turn around, he teleports to the nearby trees. Sans:*or doesn’t deserve it.* Frisk: W-what was that? Chara: The branch is... broken? Frisk: But who broke it? Chara: Lets not stay to find out. Frisk: good call. Frisk continues walking forward a little bit faster than before, but it doesn’t matter because there’s a gate on the bridge that’s connecting the first part of the path to the next and she is hearing footsteps behind her. Chara: What are you doing? Move! You can probably squeeze through that gate. Frisk feels like she’s frozen. She is completely unable to move. Sans:*time to meet the guest* Sans stops right behind her. Sans: H u m a n. D o n‘ t y o u k n o w h o w t o g r e e t a n e w p a l ? T u r n a r o u n d a n d s h a k e m y h a n d . Frisk slowly turns around. At first she is surprised at the low height of the skeleton in front of her, than she notices the whoopee cushion in his hand and realizes that he probably isn’t going to attack her. She decides to shake his hand for fun. The whoopee cushion does it job, making Frisk giggle. Sans looks pleased. Sans: heheh... the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It’s ALWAYS funny. Frisk: Yeah, it is. Sans: anyways, you’re a human, right? Frisk looks to Chara nervously. Chara just shrugs. Frisk looks at Sans again and just nods. Sans: that’s hilarious. Frisk and Chara are a little bit confused by his reaction. Sans: i’m sans. sans the skeleton. Chara: Well his name is straightforward. Sans: i’m actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. but... y’know... i don’t really care about capturing anybody. Frisk: That’s nice to hear. Sans: I can imagine why. now my brother, papyrus... he’s a human-hunting FANATIC. hey, actually, i think that’s him over there. Frisk looks behind her and far away, on the other side of the bridge, she sees a skeleton in white armor walking slowly towards them. Sans: i have an idea. go through this gate thingy. yeah, go right through. my bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone. they both past the gate and continue walking to the small post. Chara: I told you. Sans looks around confused for a second, confused by the fact that there was supposed to be a big lamp that Frisk would have been able to hide behind, but there isn’t, so he just uses the console to create another one. Sans: quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp. Frisk runs to it and crouches behind it, so she would fit the size. papyrus arrives seconds later. Sans: sup, bro? Papyrus: YOU KNOW WHAT “SUP,” BROTHER! IT’S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN’T... RECALIBRATED. YOUR. PUZZLES! YOU JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!? Sans: staring at this lamp. staring at this lamp. it’s really cool. do you wanna look? Papyrus: DIDN’T I ALREADY BRING THE LAMP THAT YOU PLACED HERE HOME? I’M SURE THA- NO!! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE!?! I WANT TO BE READY!!! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS... WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE: RESPECT... RECOGNITION... EVERYONE WILL KNOW WHY I’M IN THE ROYAL GUARD! PEOPLE WILL ASK, TO, BE MY, “FRIEND?” I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING. Sans: hmm... maybe this lamp will help you. Papyrus: SANS! YOU ARE NOT HELPING!! YOU LAZYBONES!! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY!!! Sans: hey, take it easy, i’ve gotten a ton of of work done today. a skele-ton. Papyrus: SANS!!! Sans: come on. you’re smiling. Papyrus: I AM AND I HATE IT! WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TO GET SOME RECOGNITION Sans: wow, sounds like you’re really working yourself... down to the bone. Papyrus: UGH... I WILL ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES... AS FOR YOUR WORK? PUT A LITTLE MORE “BACKBONE” INTO IT!!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! Papyrus starts to walk away, but then turns around for a second. Papyrus: HEH! Papyrus leaves the area and Sans looks at Frisk. Sans: ok, you can come out now. Frisk walks up to Sans. Sans: you oughta get going. he might come back. and if he does... you’ll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes. Frisk: I hope not, I barely stopped myself from laughing. Frisk starts to walk away, but Sans starts talking again. Sans: actually, hey... hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favor? i was thinking... my brother’s been kind of down lately... he’s never seen a human before. and seeing you might just make his day. don’t worry, he’s not dangerous. even when he can be. thanks a million. i’ll be up ahead. Even tho he said that, Sans still starts walking the other way, giving frisk time to see the back of his jacket. The thing that surprises her is that he has the same symbol she saw before. Frisk: Why does he have the same symbol Toriel has on her clothes? Chara: The symbol represents the kingdom of monsters, it’s basically their flag, so that must mean he’s more important than just some sentry. I’m not sure what he did to get it, but i have a theory that I’m not sure about yet. Frisk: Oh... ok, but how are we gonna meet him later if he went that way? Chara: You saw how he created a lamp out of thin air, he will probably cheat through the area. Frisk: Good point. Chara: Come on, we have a favor to do. both of them continue going down the path. Frisk sees another star just up ahead. Chara: “The convenience of that lamp still fill you with determination.” 01000110 01101001 01101100 01100101 00100000 01110011 01100001 01110110 01100101 01100100 Frisk goes to a nearby box and reads the sign beside it. This is a box. You can put an item inside or take an item out. The same box will appear later, so don’t worry about coming back. Sincerely, a box lover. Frisk: This will be useful. She opens the box and sees a glove inside. Frisk: This would have helped more if I didn’t already have a full suit. Chara: No matter, you saw what the sign says. You can just leave it and in case if we, for some reason need it later, you can just find another box with it. Frisk: You’re right. Frisk closes the box and follows the main road. She sees Sans and Papyrus and thinks about all of the abilities Sans could secretly have, but their conversation reminded her that she can’t just stand there, so she starts to slowly walk to them. Papyrus: SO, AS I WAS SAYING ABOUT UNDYNE, Papyrus notices Frisk and doesn’t move for a second, processing the information. Papyrus: SANS, LOOK! A HUMAN!!! I FINALLY DID IT!! UNDYNE WILL... I’M GONNA... I’LL BE SO... POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! ‘AHEM’... HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL STOP YOU!!! I WILL THEN CAPTURE YOU! YOU WILL BE DELIVERED TO THE CAPITAL! THEN TO KING ASGORE! CONTINUE... ONLY IF YOU DARE!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! Papyrus runs of. Sans: well, that went well. don’t sweat it, kid. i’ll keep an eyesocket out for ya. Sans starts going the same way. Frisk tries to follow him but she quickly losses track of him. Frisk: I really want to see how does he do that. Chara: I want to as well. Frisk notices another station, but this one has a sign on it. YOU OBSERVE THE WELL-CRAFTED SENTRY STATION. WHO COULD HAVE BUILT THIS, YOU PONDER... I BET IT WAS THAT VERY FAMOUS ROYAL GUARDSMAN! (NOTE: NOT YET A VERY FAMOUS ROYAL GUARDSMAN) Frisk: Did he really build his own station even before he was a guard. Chara: Looks like it. Frisk: Huh, interesting. Not far away from Papyrus’ station, there’s another one with a small bell, a dog face on top and a sign beside the station. Absolutely NO MOVING!!! Frisk tries to get past it, but as she’s walking buy, a dog stands up in the station Doggo: Did something move? Was it my imagination? I can only see moving things. Chara: Thanks for the tip. Doggo: If something WAS moving... For example, a human... Chara: Uh... that’s a very specific example. Doggo: I’ll make sure it NEVER moves again! Doggo swiftly jumps over the front wall of his station and pulls out his daggers. Chara: DOGGO 6 ATK 1 DEF Easily excited by movement. hobbies include... squirrels? Doggo: Don’t move an inch! Chara: Better listen to him. Doggo slowly moves around with his blades, looking around, even tho in this cases, looking around won’t do much. Chara: Doggo can’t seem to find anything. While he’s not “looking” at Frisk, she slowly starts to reach out her hand. Chara: What are you doing?! Frisk carefully pets Doggo. Chara: Really, Frisk? You’re in a fight and all you can think about is petting Doggo: What!!! I’VE BEEN PET!!! Doggo starts to search around while his movements are way more energetic and less stealthy now and he is saying “pet” in too many ways to list. Frisk doesn’t move a muscle while Doggo is running around. While he isn’t paying attention, Frisk makes another attempt of petting. Chara: Don’t you dare! Somehow, Frisk still succeeds to pet him again. Doggo gets even more excited and a little bit annoyed by the fact that he doesn’t know what’s happening. After more searching, Doggo gets back in his post, tired and amazed by the “battle” he starts to think out loud. Doggo: S-S-S-Something pet me... Something that isn’t m-m-moving... I’m gonna need some dog treats for this!!! Chara: Don’t ever do something like that again. Frisk waits for him to get down, than she carefully follows the path ahead of her and finds Sans waiting for her. Sans: hey, here’s something important to remember. my brother has a very special attack. If you see a blue attack, don’t move and it won’t hurt you. here’s an easy way to keep it in mind. imagine a stop sign. when you see a stop sign, you stop, right? stop signs are red. so imagine a blue stop sign instead. simple, right? when fighting, think about blue stop signs. Frisk: Ok, thanks... i guess. Sans: any time. Frisk slides over the ice and gets to the next area only to find Papyrus and Sans waiting for her? Chara: HOW? Papyrus:YOU’RE SO LAZY!! YOU WERE NAPPING ALL NIGHT!! Sans: i think that’s called... sleeping. Frisk giggles, but Papyrus is too busy with his argument to notice her. Papyrus: EXCUSES, EXCUSES! Papyrus turns around and finally sees Frisk. Papyrus: OH-HO! THE HUMAN ARRIVES! IN ORDER TO STOP YOU... MY BROTHER AND I HAVE CREATED SOME PUZZLES. I THINK YOU WILL FIND THIS ONE... QUITE SHOCKING! FOR YOU SEE, THIS IS THE INVISIBLE... ELECTRICITY MAZE!!! WHEN YOU TOUCH THE WALLS OF THIS MAZE, THIS ORB WILL ADMINISTER A HEARTY ZAP! SOUNDS LIKE FUN? BECAUSE! THE AMOUNT OF FUN YOU WILL PROBABLY HAVE, IS ACTUALLY RATHER SMALL I THINK. OK, YOU CAN GO AHEAD NOW. Frisk is looking over the maze, trying to think of a way to cross it. Chara: Try to barely touch a part of it, just to check the amount of electricity it has. Frisk considers the advice and decides to do it. She touches the maze with her finger like it’s a mouse trap, but surprisingly, Papyrus was the one who got electrocuted. Papyrus: SANS!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! Sans: i think the human has to hold the orb. Papyrus: OH, OK. Papyrus walks through the maze in a specific route, leaving the trail of his footsteps on the maze and gives Frisk the orb. Papyrus: HOLD THIS PLEASE! Papyrus gives Frisk the orb and walks back to his side of the puzzle. Papyrus: OKAY, TRY NOW! Chara: Pfft, he just solved it. Frisk follows the trail in the snow all the way to the end of the puzzle and gives the orb back to Papyrus. Papyrus: INCREDIBLE!! YOU SLIPPERY SNAIL!! YOU SOLVED IT SO EASILY... TOO EASILY! HOWEVER!! THE NEXT PUZZLE WILL NOT BE SO EASY! IT IS DESIGNED BY MY BROTHER, SANS! YOU WILL SERELY BE CONFOUNDED! I KNOW I AM! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!! Papyrus runs to his next puzzle, while Frisk walks up to Sans. Sans:hey, thanks... my brother seems like he’s having fun. by the way, did you see that outfit he’s wearing? he got it when he became a member of the royal guard. he hasn’t worn anything else since... keeps calling it his battle body 2 because he already had one outfit that he used for a costume party. man, isn’t my brother cool? Frisk: He is, after all, of course he will be cool when he has a punny brother like you. Sans laughed from the pun and his smile was even bigger than normal. Sans: we’re gonna be good pals kid. Prologue Chapter 4 Chapter 6

#Servertale #Undertale #Frisk #Chara #Sans

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band-blogging · 8 years ago

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The Difference Between Being Drunk and Being Angry

Title: The Difference Between Being Drunk and Being Angry

Request: Can u maybe do an imagine where brendon gets really drunk and he just starts being really mean to the reader and they get into a big fight but then soon he apologizes and proposes to the reader? I would appreciate it! 😊

Characters: Brendon Urie x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

You sit on the couch with your eyes trained on the door, your knee bouncing up and down as you anxiously await your boyfriend’s return. He texted you four hours ago saying he would be home soon, but here you are, sitting on the couch in an empty house.

You check your phone again, sending Brendon what seems like the hundredth text asking him if he’s okay and where he is. You get the same result you’ve gotten for the past four hours; nothing.

With a sigh, you stand and walk to the kitchen. You figure you can at least get yourself something to eat if you’re going to wait up after midnight for Brendon to get back.

You debate between an apple and banana, but scratch both when you remember the ice cream Brendon bought for you is still in the freezer.

You take out the tub and scoop some of it into a bowl, going back to the couch with a spoon and sitting in the same position you were in before. You sigh as you scoop the ice cream into your mouth, checking your phone for anything.

Before you can let another wave of disappointment wash over you because of the blank notifications screen, you hear a click at the door, the familiar sound of a key turning on the other side of the door making you perk up.

You stand and wait for Brendon to walk in, but he seems to be having a but of trouble unlocking the door. You wait about twenty seconds for him to walk in, furrowing your eyebrows when the clicking stops and Brendon knocks on the door, giving up on trying to open the door himself.

With yet another sigh, you open the door and look into your boyfriend’s red, tired eyes.

“Hey,” he murmurs, about to brush past you when his foot catches on the step leading into the house.

“Whoa,” you say, holding your arms out as he stumbles into you, grunting as he falls. He wraps an arm around you to steady himself, pushing away lightly when he regains his balance.

“Are you okay…?” you ask hesitantly, watching him go to the kitchen and open the fridge, standing there for a second, eyes raking over the food.

“Babe?”

“What do you want, Y/N?” he mumbles, his words slurred. You sigh and shake your head when you realize he’s drunk. He told you that he was going out with friends but you didn’t expect him to get this drunk. He seems shit-faced.

“Where were you?”

Brendon just scoffs at you, closing the fridge with a bit more aggression than usual.

“I was out with my f-friends. I told you where I was going earlier today,” he says, hiccuping a few times as he tries to explain himself to you.

You only shake your head as he mumbles out a few excuses as to why he was out so late, all of them holding no meaning to you.

“We were planning on ending early to get a drink…Dallon said we would go home earlier then we did…I just lost track of time.”

It doesn’t really matter why, it matters that you got no warning, no notice and it left you worrying that something awful had happened to your boyfriend, who you love dearly. That’s not a good feeling.

You wait for him to apologize, but he just keeps going through the fridge, pulling things out only to put them back in when he finds something that looks more appealing.

“Well?” you say eventually, wanting to get this conversation out of the way so you can go to bed, but also wanting to be satisfied with a decent apology.

“Well what?” Brendon says quietly, sounding annoyed.

“Are you going to apologize?”

Brendon shuts the fridge with a grunt and shakes his head, looking you right in the eye.

“Why would I apologize?”

It takes everything you have not to scream the reason that he needs to apologize, but you keep your mouth closed and take a deep breath.

“Because you got here four hours after you told me you would be home. I was worried something had happened, Brendon! It’s two in the damn morning!”

“God, don’t be such a bitch, Y/N. I was only having some fun,” Brendon fires back, his voice a bit louder then it was before.

His words make you stare at him in slight shock, though you try not to let it show on your face. Brendon very rarely insults you, let alone calls you something like that.

“I’m not being a bitch, I just would’ve appreciated a little notice. Maybe a quick text. ‘Hey, babe, I’ll be home a bit later than I thought, don’t wait up.’ That would’ve been enough!”

“Well, I’m sorry my entire world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N! It slipped my mind, you can’t blame me for that.”

“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it, if you hadn’t been this late!”

The two of you stand, both glaring at the other harshly. His words hurt, but at this point, the anger is stronger than the pain.

“Look, just go to bed, okay? We can talk about this in the morning when you’re sober,” you say. And maybe you shouldn’t have- no, you definitely shouldn’t have- but you mumble, “God knows it’ll be one of the only times you’ are.”

You can hear his heavy footsteps coming towards you and can practically feel the anger radiating off of him because of your words. He takes your arm and stops you, making you turn back towards him with a scowl.

“At least I’m not sitting around at home unemployed. Might I remind you that I pay for everything around here. I should be able to spend some of the money that I work for at a bar if that’s how I want to spend it!”

It’s a low blow and if he had been aware of what he was saying, he probably would’ve apologized. But he wasn’t and he didn’t.

It’s not like you could do anything about being unemployed right now. The company you worked at had to lay a lot of people off and you were a part of the group that had to leave. It happened a week ago and you’re already looking for new jobs. No, you’re not sitting around, you’re doing everything you can so that you can help pay the bills and buy groceries and whatever else you may need to be functioning adults.

“I can’t believe you just went there,” you say with a scoff.

It’s like a pattern. You bring up his drinking habits; a bruise on his arm. He brings up your job; a cut on your leg. Then he brings up things more personal and you do as well, things that have nothing to do with the original argument. He’s tearing you apart with his words and you’re doing the same to him but, at this point, who cares?

It’s like a game. Whoever can give the other the most metaphorical injuries wins. So far you’re both bruised and bleeding, but you’re still standing and that’s all you need to be doing to continue playing.

“God, just go to bed, Brendon! Sleep this off, come on.”

You feel the tears in the corners of your eyes, about to flow over the edge, but you won’t let them. You force them back as you spit more words at Brendon, hitting him like knives, the same way his are hitting you.

“You’re insufferable!” Brendon shouts eventually, his tone and volume enough to silence you. But he’s not finished. “This is why you’re parents kicked you out, isn’t it? Because you made them put up with so much bullshit. I get it now, Y/N.”

You take in a sharp breath and that one tear that had been begging to fall down your cheek finally escapes, leaving a warm feeling on your face that feels like it’s burning because of the words that had left Brendon’s lips.

“You don’t mean that,” you whisper, not meeting Brendon’s eyes. He knows how sensitive you are about your parents and he must know how much he hurt you- that was the point, wasn’t it? But he’s not paying attention to you anymore.

“You don’t mean that,” you say, louder so that he’ll hear you and maybe apologize. More tears fall down your face as he looks at you.

“I don’t feel good,” he says, covering his mouth with his hand. He walks back to the bathroom and you hear him throw up into the toilet, the effects of the alcohol finally hitting him. You stand in place, thinking over what Brendon said.

You’re parents kicked you out when you were eighteen, convinced that it would help you grow up faster. Become an adult, do things on your own. You didn’t go to college, it was never really a part of the plan you had for your life. But neither was getting kicked out of your home the moment you could legally be on your own.

Eventually, you move your feet in the direction of the bathroom, kneeling next to Brendon and hesitantly putting a hand on his back. You’re not really aware of your actions, you’re whole body is numb, not only the words about your parents hitting you, but everything that was said before that.

Brendon eventually leans back and close his eyes, resting against the wall.

“C’mon,” you say, not holding your tears back since Brendon is too out of it to notice you’re crying, “you have to go to bed.”

Brendon nods, not fighting against you as you help him up, supporting him out of the bathroom and to the stairs.

“Move your damn feet, Brendon,” you say, struggling to hold Brendon up since he’s basically falling asleep on you.

“’M tired,” he mumbles, the argument all but forgotten now that the first phases of Brendon’s inevitable hangover have started.

“I know you are,” you say, helping him up the stairs, almost falling as he drags his feet up the steps, tripping on almost all of them.

You eventually get him up to your room, letting him fall onto the bed. You pull back the cover and he crawls under, letting you lift the sheet and blanket back over him. You look down at him, wiping away your tears as you walk back towards the door.

“You’re leaving?” you hear Brendon ask quietly. You can almost picture him peeking over the blanket, like a child asking his mother to come back and tuck him in one more time. You can almost see his big brown eyes staring at you, the only thing on his mind is having you laying next to him like you always are, no memory of the words that were exchanged no more than five minutes ago.

“You’ll be fine on your own for one night.”

You leave without giving him a chance to say anything else, turning the light off and closing the door, letting a few more tears fall as you walk back down the stairs. You lay down on the couch, much too small for your liking and so lonely, wrapping yourself in a blanket and resting your head on a pillow that’s only meant to be there for show.

It may not be comfortable but, like Brendon, you’ll have to deal with discomfort for one night.

Brendon wakes up the next morning with a groan, deciding that he has never been in more pain then he is in right now. His head hurts and his eyes hurt and his stomach hurts and he can barely lift himself into a sitting position without wanting to throw up.

He looks next to him, his eyebrow furrowed when he realizes that you’re not laying next to him. You’re not there and he can’t hug you, telling you that you can’t get up until he gets his morning cuddles. You’re not there and he can’t wake you up with light kisses pressed on every part of your face.

You’re not there.

He looks at the clock sitting on the nightstand and is surprised to see that he woke up a lot earlier than he normally does.

Then he starts remembering things. He remembers Dallon telling him that he needed to stay for a few more minutes, although he tried to explain that he promised you he’d be home. He remembers a few more minutes turning into a few more hours. He remembers drinking a lot, he remembers coming home and he remembers yelling.

He remembers telling you things that he could never mean and he puts his head in his hands, realizing what an idiot he’s been.

This is why you’re parents kicked you out, isn’t it? Because you made them put up with so much bullshit.

Even though he was drunk, he knew that was too far. He crossed a line, something he has never done before.

Then he remembers you getting him upstairs and in bed, then leaving.

He prays that you’re still in the couch. He’s suddenly scared that you’re gone. For good. What if you’ve finally had enough and decided that you’d be better off without him?

The thought terrifies him. The things he said last night couldn’t be farther from the truth because, at this point, you’re one of the only things that keeps him from falling apart sometimes.

He sits on the bed for a couple minutes, the sick feeling in his stomach getting worse as he thinks about some of the things he said to you. Some of the things you said to him. Both of you were out of line, but he was the one to finally push you over the edge.

He eventually gets up, immediately falling back onto the bed with his head in his hands. Every time he’s hungover, he tells himself he’ll never drink alcohol again, but he knows every time that that’s false.

He tries getting up again and, with great difficulty, succeeds in walking to the door.

“Y/N?” he calls down the stairs, furrowing his eyebrows when he gets no response. He walks down the stairs and looks at you with sad eyes, curled up on the couch, facing away from him.

He walks over to and notices the tear stains on your cheeks, making him wince.

He takes a blanket from the chair next to the couch and drapes it over you, watching you shift in your sleep, a soft smile on your face. He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Brendon…”

“Hey baby.”

You sniff and sit up, rubbing your eyes to clear them.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up before me,” you mumble, not making eye contact with the man sitting in front of you, knowing that he’s trying to use his puppy eyes on you.

“I think I’m going to spend the day with my parents. Just…take a day.”

Brendon freezes, watching guilt slowly creep into your expression.

“Are you,” he clears his throat, trying not to let it crack, “are you breaking up with me?”

“No. This is just me needing a day to myself, that’s all. We can talk about everything when I get back, alright?”

Brendon nods slowly, standing and holding his hand out to you, helping you stand from the couch. He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, not pulling away. “I’m really really sorry.”

“I know,” you say, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry too.”

You pull away and smile at him, although it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

After you left, Brendon immediately went back to your room, opening the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out the small black box he had been hiding there for the past few weeks.

He was planning on proposing today. He was going to take you out and recreate your first date, then propose at the end of it.

But he doesn’t want your memory of the proposal to be right after one of the biggest fight you’ve had. He figures that he can postpone his plans. Just until you’ve taken the time you need.

He’ll wait for you.

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areswriting · 6 years ago

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a x e : xxxii

A u g u s t :

My chest deflates as the door closes softly behind me. I take slow steps to Elise, stopping only to kneel down and slip her heels onto her feet one at a time. This only seems to make her cry harder.

I stand straight, fingers uncurling, and rub my thumb across her cheek.

“Abram,” she says, recoiling from my touch. “You can’t hate me and do that. It isn’t fair—and I know what I did to you wasn’t fair but, Abram, please. If you’re going to hate me, hate me wholly.”

“Je ne te déteste pas,” I say. “That’s the problem, Elise. I don’t—I don’t hate you. I want to, I tried to.”

“Then you need to try harder,” she cries. She grabs the lapels on my jacket, pulling me in only to push me away. “Hate me, Abram. Hate me! I can’t—I can’t be Anais. Hate me so I can stop loving you. I’m begging you, please. Hate me.”

I grab her hands, warm and soft, and pry them from my suit. “I can’t,” I yell.

“You can,” Elise yells back. “Think of everything I’ve done to you. Think about how much I’ve hurt you—”

“—I think about it every day,” I say over her. “But the good starts to outweigh the bad and all I can think about is what it felt like to kiss you. I’m so mad at you, but I miss you—and I’m even angrier that you’d trade my hate to heal your broken heart. What about me? What about my heart?”

“Abram, I’d give anything to fix the damage I’ve done to you, to us,” says Elise. Her face contorts and fresh tears spill down her cheeks. “But you’re stronger than I am and hating me is what I deserve. We both know you’re better off without me.”

“Ok, Sylvia Plath,” I say, then pause. My mouth falls open, and after a few seconds my chest shakes.

“What?” Elise snaps, pulling her hands away from mine. “What’s so funny?”

“I just made the connection. Sylvia.”

“So we’re laughing about it now?” she asks. “I don’t get you, Abram.”

“No, we’re not—I am,” I say. “I’m allowed to laugh at what you did, because looking back, I should have known. It’s so obvious now.”

“What is this, Abram?” says Elise as she wipes her face. “At dinner you wanted to fight with me, and tonight you’re putting my shoes on my feet and telling me you miss me.”

“This is me still loving you, Elise,” I say. “This is me trying to ignore how mad I am because I miss you.”

“But you can’t, can you?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

“Abram, I can’t do this,” she says. “I can’t wait for you. I can’t be my aunt.”

“Then maybe this is goodbye.”

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S e p t e m b e r :

(texts: Abram & Brody)

do we know why ellie and she who must not be named follow each other on twitter?

Wtf?? no? how do you even know that???

I’ve been creeping a little.

I thought she blocked you?

She unblocked me.

My dude. Anything good on her timeline?

Mostly re-tweets of poetry. Nothing major.

I need to tell you something.

Big.

BIG.

????

I bought Els a ring.

SHUT UP

Like a ring, ring? Like an engagement ring?

Yes.

When??

Not yet. After we graduate. I’m going to ask her to marry me.

You should ask her on Christmas?

That’s what I was planning, next year on Christmas.

She would love that.

I feel like shit, because ik what you’re going through but I had to tell you.

It’s fine. I’m really happy for you, Brody.

I always knew you’d marry her.

It’s crazy, isn’t it? Not too long ago we were kids playing street hockey in the summer while she deliberately rode her bike in front of you and made fun of the way our voices cracked when we hit puberty. Now, we’re about to graduate, and that shit head of a girl is going to be your wife.

And that lanky blond kid with knobby knees is going to be my best man.

I love u Hunties.

I love u more Kempies.

We are the gayest heterosexuals.

If I had to pick a dude…

Let me pee on you like a territorial cat.

Only if I get to jet-pack you.

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O c t o b e r :

“I saw you play on Saturday. I had no idea you were on the hockey team.”

I respond only with a grunt as I pour a foul-smelling, pink liquid into a beaker.

“You were really good,” she goes on. “I used to go see the Predators all the time back in Nashville.”

“We need a gram of iodine crystals,” I say, my eyes on our shared text-book.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Stassi carelessly pour the light purple crystals directly into a bowl and I sigh loudly.

“I said a gram, not an ounce. You have to weigh it.”

“Oh…Sorry,” she says, hurriedly pouring them back into the container. “I was just distracted.”

“Please, try to focus,” I say. “Put the iodine into the round beaker.”

“You make it sort of hard,” she replies.

I look up from the textbook to see her cheeks burning pink as she shyly looks away from me and to the spread of glassware in front of us.

“We need a damp filter to pour the ammonia into the iodine,” I say.

“And you keep doing that,” she says as the turns the water on low and dampens the center of a paper towel. “Why is that?”

My eyebrows crease and she sighs at me.

“Every time I try to talk to you, you change the subject,” she says. “Well, when you actually talk back.”

“It’s not just you,” I say, looking back at our work. “I don’t really talk to anyone.”

“Why not?” she asks. “Don’t you want to make new friends?”

I breathe out a laugh and shake my head. “No, I don’t, actually.”

“What happened to you, Abram Dyer?” asks Stassi.

I pause, because the only other person to address me like that is Elise. “Why do you think something happened to me?”

“Because,” she says. “No one is inherently that broody.”

Just a few inches shorter than me, I look down at her and I smile even though I don’t want to. “Everyone has a story, Stassi,” I say. “Some peoples are just more messed up than others.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she says.

“We need to pour the iodine over the crystals next.”

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N o v e m b e r :

Gigi’s house never felt like a home until now. It was always too big and too vacant—but at present it almost feels too small. Between Jason, Sophie, Sienna, Nyx, Brody, Ellie, Gigi and myself, the house is alive with noise, and her five bedrooms and bathrooms are just barely enough for everyone to cohabitate for a week.

“This is why I love the holidays,” Gigi says fondly. “I get to see my house full of my grandchildren.”

“Aw, Grams,” says Sienna, throwing her arm around Gigi’s shoulders. She gives her a lopsided smile and kisses her cheek. “You’re going soft on us.”

“I’m not going soft, dear,” says Gigi, “I just have a soft spot for you, but it will be callous if you don’t stop calling me Grams.”

Sienna snorts into her beer. Out of everyone in the room, she’s definitely the drunkest, with Ellie coming in close behind her as she drinks straight from a bottle of Avion tequila.

“You alright over there, Els?” I ask, tossing a pretzel at her.

She leans onto her elbow and points her finger at me. “Actually, no. I’m not.”

“Uh, babe,” says Brody. Worried that she’s a bomb that will go off at any second. “Think before you speak. You have to face these people for the next six days.”

“You’re not the boss of me, Brody,” Ellie says without looking at him. “Kai—Abram, Gigi—”

The doorbell rings loudly and everyone looks to where we know the front door is.

“Who could that be at this hour?” says Ellie.

I see Gigi raise an eyebrow at her before she stands and leaves the room.

“I mean, did someone order pizza?” Ellie says, then takes another drink straight from the bottle.

“What did you do?” Brody says pointedly.

“She didn’t act alone,” Sophie chimes in, smiling from Jason’s shoulder.

“Look—I’m sorry,” says Ellie. “But she came here to spend the week with her dad and he’s out of town until Thanksgiving.”

“Ellie!” Brody and I say in stereo.

“And Sophie!” says Sophie, lifting her head up.

“She doesn’t have anyone, Abram!” Ellie says through clenched teeth. “Be nice.”

I look toward the kitchen just as Gigi is walking Elise through it. I really want to be angry at Ellie, but when I see Elise, I can’t be. She looks at me and I instantly notice that her eyes are puffy and blood shot and the makeup around them is smeared. I also can’t help but notice how well she fills out the dress she wears.

And I can’t help but notice that she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. And I can’t help but wonder where the tears came from.

There is a squeal and then a flash of hair, and all I see next is Ellie tackle Elise the same way I tackled Brody on Gigi’s kitchen floor that morning. But they pick themselves up a lot faster than we did.

“Let me get you a chair, dear,” says Gigi.

“Nonsense,” says Ellie, grabbing Elise by the hand. “I can sit on Brody’s lap. Brody, come sit where I was.”

Brody and I share a look. Mine says, you better not get up. And his looks a lot like, she’ll kill me if I don’t. Without a word he stands, and Ellie all but shoves Elise into the seat beside mine.

“I’m glad to see you made it,” says Sophie, shocking me by not insulting Elise’s mildly dishevelled appearance.

“I had to fly to New York first,” says Elise. “Then I had a really long layover in Denver.”

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” says Ellie. She picks up the bottle of tequila and shakes it around. “You want?”

“Sure,” she says as she shrugs out of her coat.

Her perfume wafts through the air and I’m brought back to this time last year. I can feel our champagne kiss, and her hands in my hair.

Before Elise sets the bottle down, I hold my hand out for it. We stare at each other until our fingers touch, and I take the bottle and turn it up.

Ellie claps her hands together happily. “This is great!”

And my head falls back with a second gulp.

An hour passes with Ellie, Elise and Sophie talking amongst themselves, before people start announcing that they’re going to bed. The first to leave us is Nyx, who helps a very drunk Sienna out of her chair. Followed by Jason and Sophie, then Gigi.

When it’s just the four of us, Ellie climbs off of Brody’s lap to sit beside him.

“So, are you going to make Elise sleep on the couch?” she asks, swaying in her seat.

“Ellie,” says Elise. She looks at me apologetically. “I can stay at my dad’s apartment—I just—”

“No!” says Ellie. “You’re not staying there alone when you can stay here with us. Plus, it’s late and you’re drunk.”

“I can Uber,” says Elise.

“No,” comes out of my mouth so fast that it takes a moment for me to realize I actually said it. “You don’t need to get into a late-night Uber.”

“Yeah,” says Brody stifling a yawn. “Abram told me the Uber drivers here are even weirder than the ones in Boston.”

“Abram’s bed is huge,” says Ellie. “But you already knew that, because you’ve slept in it before.”

I toss another pretzel at her, this time hitting her face. “Thanks, Els.”

“Hey! I’m just saying,” she says, tossing it back, but misses me completely and hits Elise’s forehead.

“I could share with Abram,” Brody suggests.

“Or Elise can share with Abram. God, Brody,” says Ellie, attempting to whisper the latter but failing miserable.

My heart pounds into my stomach at the thought of sharing my bed with her, my jeans fitting just a little tighter. I feel my face turn red and my mouth go dry and I look everywhere but at her.

“Abram?” says Brody.

I shrug, looking up at the chandelier. “I’m fine with whatever.”

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