#that��s in part due to them toning him down from being an idiot plain and simple but I feel like it wasn’t fitted with something else it was

[yeahimaloser]

Come Home

I have had no time to write for Dabi but I finally did it :D although it's kinda a mini fic lol

Summary: You’ve always been there for Dabi, loving him and being there for him no matter what. But when he comes home one night that’s when things turn sour...

Word count: 2k

Warning: swearing, angst, breakup, drunkness

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You tapped your foot anxiously against the hardwood floor of your home, checking the clock yet again, although you knew what it would say.

It was two a.m, five hours after Dabi had texted you to let you know he would be home soon. You had been excited at first, you hadn’t seen him in a few days due to a mission he was on, and you knew when he came home he wouldn’t let his hands leave you. He wouldn’t let your lips leave his, he would sit you down on your bed saying; “Dinner can wait, babe, lemme just lay down for a sec ok, then I can help.”

And you would say; “You would just burn it anyways.”

And when you tried to go back to cooking, Dabi would just grab your wrist and pull you to him.

“You can cook when I’m done with my nap.”

“And what do I have to do with your nap?” You would ask coyly.

“You know I can't sleep well without you.”

You loved when he came home.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, here you were, waiting. Waiting for anything, and no matter what you did, your thoughts always came back to you.

What if he was hurt, what if he was dying? What if you would never see him again? What if he was never coming home?

You shivered at the thought. There was no telling when Dabi would be home, no telling if he would come at all really. You just had to hope, and that’s all you could do.

But the thought of something happening kept crawling back into your mind, the thought of Dabi getting hurt, being on the run, or worse.

You turned back to your tv, checking the news station yet again, waiting for them to announce that something had happened to your boyfriend. Waiting till you got the news he wasn’t coming home to you…

But that never came.

Not the sound of the News Reporter saying anything about your boyfriend, not your phone buzzing with the news alert of the villain Dabi on the run, or captured, not even the sound of the police outside your home, waiting to question you.

Nothing, everything was so silent it almost made you want to scream just to break the glass-like stillness.

But your throat felt constricted, your body felt rigid against your muscles.

You felt like if you moved, everything would fall apart. As if you moved you would be the cause of Dabi’s downfall.

Of course, you knew better. You knew that, if you did move, the only thing that would cause anyone any sort of pain would be your own muscles. You knew it was idiotic to wait up this long, you knew Dabi would be home, with some witty excuse for you. You knew he would give you a silent kiss as an apology.

But still, you held your breath, waiting for anything to shake you out of the stillness you had found yourself in.

Finally, after so long you heard the door open.

And Dabi stumbled through it.

The smell of alcohol hit your nose, and the light blush on your boyfriend's pale face only served to prove your initial thought.

Apparently, while you were at home, worrying and staying up for him, Dabi was out, getting drunk and not even thinking of calling you to make sure you knew he was ok. He didn’t even care to text you back after the more than twenty plus messages you sent him, ranging from, “I hope you’re ok”, too, “Please Dabi just be safe ok,” was it so much to ask of him to give you a response?

Apparently yes.

As you were still getting over your shock of the situation, all Dabi did was chuckle.

“What, did you miss me?” His words slurred lightly, and he stumbled towards you.

But you backed away, “Wha- Dabi, where were you?”

Obviously, you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it from his mouth, you wanted to hear him say it.

“’S out drink doll, a victory drink babe. You should have come with us, would have liked to have your cute lil’ ass with me,” he smirked at the thought of having you with him, pulling your lips to his, whispering in your ear as you told him to stop because; “It’s embarrassing”.

Of course, though, you had been sitting at home, wondering and worrying about where he was. And when you heard him say that, you lost it.

“Yeah? Well, my ass has been here, worrying about you. But I guess you didn’t need me too, did you?” To be honest, you could care less if the venom in your voice sounded uneven in your tone, you just needed him to hear it.

But you were just met with a confused gaze, “What do you mean sweet cheeks? I texted you.”

Well, at least he thought he did.

You felt rage building up in your stomach, “No, you didn’t. And you know what? Why do I even care, you obviously don’t. God, I can't believe I spent all that time waiting for you, and for what? For you to come home fucking drunk?”

To your dismay, Dabi just shrugged, “Life of loving a villain babe, sorry.”

You felt your muscles tense up with anger, your fists clench hard against your palm, “You know what Dabi? A simple, ‘I’m sorry' would have been enough, but you just come home and act like a dick don’t you? God, what the hell would I even expect from you? You are far off from hitting boyfriend of the year. You don’t even care.”

Dabi felt his gut twist, but he felt the alcohol in his system mess with his line of thinking.

He put a hand to his head, “Look, can we just sleep? You can yell at me in the morning, but I don’t need a bitchy attitude right now ok?”

To be truthful, he didn’t mean to say it so rudely, he just wanted to sleep. Spending so much time away was hard on him, what with his skin condition and all.

He really did mean to come home to you early, he was really excited about it too, thinking about how surprised and happy you would be when he got home, wrapping your arms around him and saying; “Oh you poor thing. I bet you just want to lay down and let me get you something to drink.”

Obviously, you wouldn’t say that, you would probably scold him for being reckless again.

But Dabi knew you would always welcome him home with open arms, no matter what. You were always there for him, always taking care of him, helping him, and loving him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

Dabi knew he didn’t deserve you, it was as plain as day. Yet, he really did love you.

He vowed to always keep you close to him, not even the league knew of you. It was mostly a safety measure, if he ended up betraying them for any reason, he couldn’t have you being used as leverage against him. Because he knew if he had to, he would give up anything for you.

Plus, if you ever got caught by a hero, he would only have to worry about his neck, not the others.

Not that he would care, though, in fact, he would probably let them die if it meant your safety.

And besides, he liked being the only villain you knew, it added a sense of taboo and suspense to your relationship. Which Dabi was very much a fan of.

But, Dabi knew you deserved better, he knew you deserved a man that would come home to you, that would spoil you in riches and love. Not him, a man that would all too often come home in the dead of night, only to crash against your bed.

Yet, you never said anything, only gently kissed the bridge of his nose before he fell asleep.

God, he didn’t deserve you.

And if he wasn't drunk at the moment he would have never said such vile words to you.

“Bitchy attitude?! All I do is worry and slave over you, and this is the thanks I get?! What the hell Dabi!”

“You knew what you were getting into when you started all this! Don’t act like I forced you into dating me! God, can you stop acting like a victim for two seconds you’re making my head hurt.”

His words kept slurring, and you knew that he couldn’t really think straight at the moment, but a part of you couldn’t seem to care.

You felt your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, you might have been cutting into your skin, but you couldn’t care. An overwhelming sensation of fury overtook you.

“Why the fuck do I even try? All I ask from you is to know where you are but you can’t even manage that much? Do I mean that little to you?” You couldn’t help the shakiness of your voice, although you hated it.

But Dabi could just snarl, “Whatever Y/N you just don’t get it, I’m not some nice guy who’ll whisk you away and promise you a nice life, I’m a fucking villain. And if you can’t get that through your dense fucking skull then maybe you should just leave.”

There it was, that one, tiny, inconsiderate sentence.

You felt your thoughts tighten as your eyes widened, your mind racing as you watched him roll his eyes.

You had put up with Dabi so much, you had loved him through everything, taken care of him, helped him, and held him when no one else would. And maybe that day, that day when you finally found yourself having enough, maybe that’s when you decided you would leave.

“Fine,” you said, although it didn’t come out with as much conviction as you had hoped. “You’re right, I should just leave. You clearly don’t need me anyway.”

Your voice was wobbly, but your mind was made up.

You pushed past him, not caring enough to grab anything, only you and your resolve to leave.

All Dabi did was tsk as you left, not caring to run after you, to beg you to stay with him, all he did was watch you leave, his cold and uncaring eyes set on yours as you opened the door, and left.

[zodiyack]

Snapping Is Over Rated

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Female!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers?, swearing, angst, mention of murder, mention of the humanity switch being flipped

Words: 1,635

Summary: It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

It wasn’t long before Y/n discovered what her brothers were hiding. In fact, it was hiding that led to her putting two and two together. A poorly hid white oak stake and two very suspicious brothers, my my, what could be the problem?

She knew that they only hid it from her due to her romance with one of the Mikaelsons.

Kol was, like his older half-brother, a little off the walls. Nevertheless, he remained loyal and loving. Their relationship had shown her a good side of vampirism, as well as convinced him that life still had meaning even if he wasn’t a witch anymore.

But, if her brothers went through with their plan, neither of them would have that anymore. So she went out to put a large red stop-sign in the middle of their little plot.

“Gah!” Damon hissed as his younger sister sped in front of him, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Home. Where the hell are you going?” Y/n spat back. She grinned when Damon sighed after studying her for a few moments.

“Uhhh...the Grill.”

“Ah... But, dear brother, the Grill is in the other direction.” Her smile grew wider with the feeling of success. “So, tell me, where are you going? And, please- the truth this time, if you will?”

Stefan walked up behind Damon, turning himself in as he knew they’d been caught. “Damn it. Curse our sister and her inhuman intellect.”

“Don’t curse me for my brains, curse that bitch of a vampire that turned you two as well. Had you not engaged in her games, we’d all be dead and happy in our graves.”

“You could just stake yourself or walk into the sun, ya know?” Damon chuckled teasingly but stopped quickly upon his sister’s dead glare.

“Yes, of that, I am aware. However, you two are also aware of my boyfriend...” She glanced at the bag in Stefan’s hand, somehow already having a terribly accurate guess of what it’s contents were, “A little too aware.”

Stefan sighed, “I mean, yeah. He’s a Mikaelson, Y/n/n-”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t go through with it! Please...Damon?” Her older brother raised his hands in front of his chest, telling her to leave him out of it with a simple sympathy smirk and squint of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously? Have I ever tried to kill one of your girlfriends?”

The brothers thought for a moment before shaking their heads. Stefan looked down to the bag of stakes and back up to his sister, holding the same sympathetic expression as Damon. “I’m sorry. But, Klaus has to die. They all do.”

“No! Kol doesn’t!”

“He attacked Matt, Y/n!” Damon wasn’t one to care for most mortals, but Elena and Matt had been targets of some of the Mikaelsons for a bit of time, and he did end up growing a little closer to the group of abnormal friends, so he made an exception. Unfortunately, he was only willing to let that exception go so far.

“And? You attacked Bonnie! And Jeremy! Let’s not forget Alaric. My point is, we all make mistakes!”

“We all make mistakes, yet Kol has made over a thousand years worth of those without even apologizing. I’ve apologized...for most of them...” Stefan side-glared Damon, whom responded with a jab to Stefan’s side with his elbow. “And, well, my point is that he’s an original who’s just as bad as the other originals. We have a chance to kill the worst of them all, and you can’t stop us.”

She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought. Usually, family went first, but they were ever so willing to destroy her happiness- to destroy her first ever romance- that she didn’t really care for the usual anymore.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. But, if that’s how you guys wanna play,” the veins under her eyes began to darken and her e/c orbs turned red, “then lets play.”

“Wherever is your little play-thing, brother?” Klaus’ voice rang through the phone. Kol only chuckled in response, continuing to watch as Jeremy failed painfully at baseball. “I take it she has yet to arrive?”

“Well, for one, brother, she’s not my play-thing. She’s my girlfriend.” A sincere look of love washed over Kol’s features; his undead heart skipped a beat just thinking about her. “And secondly, I suppose she is rather late.”

“Would you like me to resort to plan two? I can always threaten the witch’s little boyfriend some more. Perhaps get her to do a tracking spell?”

He thought for a moment, debating his options and the situation before licking his lips and nodding. “Plan two it is. See you later, Nik.”

“Until next time, Kol.”

“Shit!” Damon yelped as he dodged a plate that flew over his head. The house had been turned upside down and wrecked in a fit of rage. Just as her brother once had, Y/n had flipped the switch.

Although flipping the switch sounds like something you’d do in a state of pain, Y/n did it in, like mentioned, a fit of rage. In result, it was more like she’d snapped than flipped a switch.

Stefan, hiding with his back against a flipped over couch, attempted to make hand motions to Damon; a wordless code. Sadly, Damon was not in the best state of mind to register the meaning of Stefan’s odd finger movements.

“What?” He whisper-yelled as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, okay, can we continue this later? We kinda have a very deadly and very very angry sister trying to kill-” Damon rolled over, dodging a knife that had come out of the other side of the table due to it being thrown so harshly, “...us.”

“Damn it Damon- I was trying to get us to go,” He pointed towards the door, “in that direction!”

“I can hear you, you know!” Plate after plate hit the wall in front of them.

“On three?” Damon nodded. They began counting quietly in unison until they got to three. From there, they made a break for the front door and to Elena’s house, where they picked the doppelganger up and headed for Matt’s house. Luckily, Matt had never brought anyone from the group to his house aside from Elena and Caroline. He answered the door and let the three in quickly, looking around before shutting and locking it.

“No- you idiot- she can’t get in. There’s no point in locking it.” Damon groaned from the couch.

“Be nice.”

He bitterly responded to Elena’s demand with a fake smile and an obviously sarcastic tone. “Yes, milady.”

“So uh...” Of course Matt hadn’t been informed as to why the three were hiding in his home. “What happened?”

“Oh, ya know, the usual.” The sarcasm in Damon’s voice held thick as ever, “Pissed off my sister by telling her we’re going to kill the originals, as in all of them- including her boy-toy.”

“You did what-”

“Oops. Sorry Elena. I might’ve forgotten to add the part about pissing her off...which reminds me of the most important detail...” He smiled toothily with faux remorse.

The two humans blinked at the dark haired vampire, staring blankly as they waited for the detail he’d spoken of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to tell them, Stefan cleared his throat and redirected their attention to him. “She flipped her switch.”

“Flipped her switch? Nah, screw the switch. It’s more like she ignored the switch and just plain old snapped.” Damon crossed his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up onto Matt’s coffee table.

He acted as if his sister was not going off the walls in anger. Or rather, he acted as if it was just a casual every day thing for the soft-spoken and caring sister of the Salvatore boys to go on a potential murder spree.

Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed before shoving his feet off the surface. She ignored the glare that burned into her skin and slapped Damon. The sound of her skin hitting his made the other two in the room flinch; it was clear that she did not approve of his choices in the slightest.

“You’re fixing your sister. S-”

“What!? That’s not f-”

“Stefan, and I will go stake the originals. Understood?” Damon huffed and ignored Elena. “Understood?” She repeated herself with a harsher tone before Damon sighed and nodded.

“Yeah yeah, understood.”

Finn was dead. And the other four still breathed the air of the living world. The link had been broken, and they’d failed.

Damon had been kidnapped by Rebekah, therefore failing to stall, as well as fix, his little sister. What he didn’t know, was that Rebekah had contacted Y/n as soon as possible, informing her on the details of her brother’s murder and the older Salvatore’s location.

She sent Stefan to pick up Damon with a disguised note, preventing him from knowing that it had been her to hint to him his brother’s location. After saying goodbye wordlessly from the shadows, she smiled to herself and ran as fast as possible to Kol.

The youngest Mikaelson chuckled as the female Salvatore knocked him off his feet and buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I see you’ve recovered from your snap? Nik told me how you flipped your switch.” His arms held her tightly against his own form. They relished in the feeling of one another, the knowledge that both were safe and together again.

“Snapping is over rated.” She smiled wider against his skin, causing a matching smirk to grace his face.

“You were faking?”

“Yep. Anything to be with you again... But, just to be safe, don’t tell my brothers.”

His chest heaved with hearty laughter, “Whatever you want, love.”

[heavenly-reaper]

unfriendly (ii)

pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

warning(s); angsty-ish, badly written ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, im not really sure what else.

authors note; here’s part two!!! there will not be a part three so please don't ask, thank you. also I started this at one a.m and its not four a.m so please don't yell at me if its poorly written :(

read part one

masterlist

everyone who wanted to be tagged for part two: @mggpleasedontlookhere @loki-an-idiot (there were some others but it wouldn’t let me tag, im sorry)

Everything was crumbling down around you and you had no idea how to stop it. The sound of Spencer’s voice plagued your mind so much that you had to take a ‘sick day’. It wasn’t just the sound, it was everything. What he said; “I don't want to be in a relationship with someone who just plain fucking rude” echoed night and day, the look of pure disgust he had on his face and how he walked off like he didn’t give a damn re-ran itself over and over again on repeat in your mind. It was exhausting. It was painful. It was breaking you. 

Thankfully, Hotch didn’t think anything of it when you had called in asking for a day to recover from your ‘food poisoning’ so he let you have the one day off. That’s why you were currently curled up on your sofa, blanket wrapped tightly around you whilst watching whatever was on, not having the energy (or the willpower) to change the channel.

You had texted Penelope earlier to say that you wouldn't be coming in today due to the fact that she was the only one who knew of yours and Spencer’s fight -- if you could call it a fight, it was more him yelling at you and leaving you sobbing in the hallway. You didn't choose to tell Garcia, she only knew because she stumbled upon you with you knees clutched to your chest, crying your heart out. But you were glad that she was the one to find you since she was your closest friend after Spencer.

Spencer. Oh how you missed him. Some would call you mad for missing the person who was the cause of you breaking down in a hallway of the FBI, but how could you not miss the one person who you loved most in this world? How could you not long be in the embrace of someone who made you feel whole, feel safe? 

You hated yourself for how utterly head over heels you were for someone who quite literally didn’t want to be seen with you. He had made that very clear when he took one look at you the day after it happened and scuttled away. 

You presumed that Spencer had told Ashley what had transpired between the two of you since she kept looking at you weirdly, but then again, it didn’t take a profiler (or whatever she was) to notice something had happened. 

Before the incident -- that’s what you were calling it now since it pained you too much to call it anything else -- you and Reid were attached at the hip, giving breakfast to each other and making the other coffee. Now? You wouldn't have been caught dead near one another.

When there was a case and you were being briefed at the roundtable, he would sit on the chair furthest away from you which was ultimately quite difficult since it was a round table. On the jet he would make sure was sat next to Ashley and once again, furthest away from you. Well, it was you who sat the furthest away this time. You knew that Reid was more liked on the team than you and you had come to terms with that ages ago so no one really noticed when you sat by yourself, distancing yourself from everyone. And you weren't about to tell them, you didn't want to ruin Spencer’s relationships with the team -- thats if they took your side, of course. 

A knock at your apartment door pulled you away from your pit of despair that was your mind. You thought for a second whether or not you should answer the damn thing, but when whoever was behind it knocked again, you reluctantly got up.

Apparently, the visitor was also impatient since they gave the door another two raps, “Alright, I’m coming. Jeez.” You muttered, not entirely sure if it was loud enough for them to hear you.

You slowly made your way to the entrance of your apartment, rubbing your eyes slightly. When you opened the door, you could tell immediately who it was even if you were still looking at the floor. How could you know who it was? Well, you didn’t really know anyone else who wore converse with odd socks on.

You widened your eyes before looking up, “Hi.” You didn’t really know what else to say. Hey Spence, how are you? Oh how’s your relationship with Seaver going? Yeah those didn’t really seem like viable options. 

“Hey...” He sighed, his head cocked to the side slightly.

You looked around the corridor outside your apartment briefly before returning to face him, “What are you doing here?” 

Spencer swallowed before raking his hands through his hair. “I was hoping we could talk.”

You scoffed at his words, “Really?”

“Mhm.”

“If I remember correctly, last time we ‘talked’ you insulted me and then left me crying in a hallway.” You stated plainly, crossing your arms over your chest. You saw Reid wince slightly but you didn’t really care. 

You rolled your eyes when Spencer didn’t reply but you still moved out of the way to let him inside. Old habits die hard apparently. He had a look of surprise on his face when he saw you move, but he walked inside nonetheless.

You shut the door behind him and sighed, “Why are you here, Reid?” 

Reid. He was expecting it, didn't make it hurt any less though. He looked round your apartment briefly, almost acting like he had never seen it before (which he has, multiple times).

He swivelled on his heel and turned to face you, his and gripping his strap of his satchel whilst he worried the bottom of his lip between his teeth. “I’m here to apologise.” 

You inhaled sharply, not really expecting him to say that. You weren’t entirely sure why he came to your apartment, to yell at you more, maybe? But to apologise was not on your list of reasons. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He repeated, frowning slightly.

“Yes okay.” You sent him a pointed lip, arms still crossed firmly over your chest. “As in start apologising.” Spencer nodded and mumbled a ‘right’ before he sat down on the sofa where you were previously cooped up.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He started, fiddling with his hands that were in his lap. “I shouldn’t have said or done any of the things I did that day. I shouldn't have made cornered you and mocked you for being jealous. I shouldn’t have insulted you, called those things, and said that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when that is just a blatant lie. I never, never, should’ve left you in that hallway sobbing whilst I went off with Ashley.” He looked up at you and could see you visibly flinch at the sound of her name and he couldn’t blame you.”I could hear it from the bullpen, and I couldn’t stop hearing it. I’m so sorry for everything, y/n. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You stared into Spencer’s eyes, a smirk breaking out onto your face. “Okay, so correct me if I’m wrong, but did you just say that when you told me you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me, was a lie?”

Reid narrowed his eyes ever so slightly whilst nodding, not entirely sure what you were getting at. “So why the fuck did you put me through hell?” Now it was his turn to flinch. Your sudden change in tone and the way you flung your arms about took him by surprise. “Do you have any idea how bad that hurt me? Do you have any idea what it’s like to hear the one person you love most in this world say that they could never be in a relationship with you? I had to take a fucking sick day just so I didn't have to see you or Seaver!”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before continuing, “I’m going to forgive you.” 

Spencer could swear that he was about to get whiplash by how quick your moods were changing. “What?”

“I’m going to forgive you.” You repeated. “I’m forgiving you, this is me forgiving you.”

“Just a second ago, you were--“

“Look, Spence,” Spencer exhaled when he heard you say the nickname he had been dying to hear for a while. “I’m doing this because I’m in love with you. Love makes you do weird shit -- well, to me anyway. So I'm forgiving you. I forgive you.”

You watched him get up from his place on the sofa and make his way over to you, “I’m so fucking sorry, y/n. Truly.” 

“I know.” You smiled softly up at him. “How are things with you and Sea--Ashley?” 

Spencer frowned at you, “What do you mean?”

“You’re a couple, right?”

“No?”

“No?” Your face scrunched up and you shook your head in confusion. “Wait, I thought you were.”

“No.” He let out a breathy laugh before he placed his hand on your cheek, making you look up at him. “How could I be in a relationship with her when I love you?” 

Any bit of breath you had in your lungs had just been wiped from existence. “You...love...me?” When you scanned his face for any sign of deception and came up empty, you broke out into a grin. “Good, but you’re going to have to make up for what happened with a shit tonne of kisses and cuddles though.”

“I thought you said that you forgive me!” He replied, laughing slightly. 

You nodded at him, “Oh, I do. But I still want kisses and cuddles.”

“Let’s start now then.” Spencer grabbed your face and pulled you into a searing kiss, full of love. In that moment, you felt whole again. Something you hadn't felt for a while.

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Mobster!Steve Rogers - Pt. II

PART 1 

(Or you’ll be super confused.)

Y/N got lost in the painting before her. There was a tall flute of champagne in her grasp, but she had been getting so engrossed in the artwork that she kept forgetting she even had it.

It was Thursday night after work. Almost all of the galleries in New York would have open receptions that included free wine and hors d’oeurves. Y/N had a bad day at work, and decided to treat herself and try to calm down with art and alcohol.

Her eyes glanced around the gallery as she moved on to another painting. This gallery was definitely swankier than the others in the area. Y/N even had to stop her jaw from dropping when she overheard a potential buyer ask for a price and the curator gave a number in the thousands, as if it was no big deal. Well, Y/N guessed it wasn’t a big deal to the rich.

“Hi,” a voice said from behind Y/N.

She slightly jumped – not enough for anyone to notice – and turned around.

There was an older man smiling expectantly at her. He was well dressed and clearly one of the people at the gallery who could actually afford the art.

Yet everything about him felt off, sleazy. He was too confident, too sure of himself. It wasn’t charming. It was off putting.

“Hello,” Y/N replied with indifference before taking a sip of champagne.

“I’ve been trying to look at the art all night. But it seems you keep distracting me.”

Y/N was grateful she’d swallowed her champagne, because she snorted a laugh at the stupid pickup line.

“Is that so?” She made sure to make her tone sound as bored as possible.

Maybe her sheer lack of enthusiasm would scare him away.

“How about we get out of here, grab some real drinks?”

“No, thank you.” Y/N turned back to the paintings and took another sip.

“No?” He leaned forward so he was in her vision once again.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Ah… I see. You have a boyfriend.”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. She turned to him once again. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Then she got herself riled up. She’d had a bad day and therefore this man was out of luck. “Why is it that men can’t seem to respect the word ‘no’? It doesn’t matter if I do or do not have a boyfriend. I’m not interested. And that should be enough.”

“So you’re one of those girls…”

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment. She knew she shouldn’t take the bait. She knew that! But this idiot of a man was making it so hard not to verbally destroy him.

“One of those girls?” She challenged. Her eyes flickered around, making sure they hadn’t gained an audience of any sort. After all, this was a fancy establishment and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene.

“Man-hater. Acts offended whenever a guy tries to compliment her. I swear, men can’t even talk to women without getting accused of being a predator.”

He was starting to sound more irritated and angry as he went on.

Y/N’s fire was suddenly extinguished when her survival instincts kicked in.

She felt the fear all women felt when men became unnecessarily angry.

It didn’t matter if she wanted to have a night alone, looking at artwork. She needed to leave before this stranger really caused a scene – or worse, he got physical.

Y/N threw back the rest of her champagne and smoothly placed it on the tray of a passing server. She made moves to quickly walk past him.

Her heart pounded when she felt him following her retreating steps.

“I’m not some creep you know?” He practically hissed at her.

The man was clearly just trying to make himself feel better now. And in the process, he was making Y/N feel more and more unsafe and uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to treat me like some predator.”

Y/N chose the route of ignoring now, just wanting to escape as soon as possible. She hoped he wouldn’t follow her outside. Then she’d have to order a car, not wanting to risk jumping on the subway and getting stuck in a car with him.

“Excuse me,” a voice suddenly interrupted from behind both of them.

Y/N froze. She swore she knew that voice.

She turned around to find Steve Rogers standing in a classic suit and tie. Beside him was another man, just as handsome and tall and buff man, with shaggy brunette hair and scruff.

“Mind your own business,” the man answered, not doing a very good job of hiding his annoyance from the interruption.

Steve didn’t like that. “I own this gallery, so it’s very much my problem.”

Y/N shifted her weight.

Steve had yet to truly look at her. However, his companion was trying to assess how distressed she was from the situation.

“And I don’t appreciate you making my patrons uncomfortable. Please leave.” There was no room for argument in his tone.

The man didn’t appreciate be brushed aside. He took an aggressive step towards the two men. “You’ve got some balls talking to me that way.”

But before he could take another step or say another word, Steve’s friend stepped forward with an expression that instantly convinced Y/N that he was about to kill the guy.

Steve quickly put a hand on his friend’s chest. “I’ll handle this, Buck.”

Buck. As in Bucky? Y/N remembered hearing that name. Steve used to mention him in their conversations all the time. He was Steve’s best friend.

He immediately stood down. Steve leaned in and added something in a whisper that Y/N couldn’t catch.

In that short-lived romance with Steve, Y/N could never even slightly imagine Steve angry or scary. 

But now he looked like a different person.

Y/N finally saw the mobster.

“What is this, some kind of joke?” The man spat right as Steve grabbed his upper arm in a vice-like grip and dragged him away. But he didn’t take him to the main entrance, instead going towards a back exit Y/N didn’t even notice before. Steve managed to do all of this without disrupting any of the guests.

Y/N was now uncomfortable in a completely different way.

She was trying to figure out if she could make a clean getaway.

But Bucky seemed to be reading his mind. “Mind waiting? I know Steve would like to talk to you before you run off again.”

Again.

Had Steve told Bucky about her? The idea of two mobsters sitting around and talking girls brought amusement to Y/N.

“S-Sure,” she didn’t mean to stutter. “Can I get you a glass of champagne? I promise it’ll be the good stuff that we keep hidden away.”

Y/N was taken aback that this man went from looking like he was about commit murder in plain sight to a charming gentleman.

“I’m good. Thank you though.”

He nodded. “Come on.”

She stuttered into step, not sure where he planned on taking her. But for some reason, she blindly followed him anyway.

Bucky led her to a back terrace. It wasn’t open to the public, but still lit to perfection.

An awkward silence settled between them.

“So you’re Bucky, right? The best friend since childhood. The one always pulling him out of fights.”

That earned her a chuckle from him. “That would be correct.”

Then the door opened to the terrace and they both turned to see Steve walking out as he straightened his tie and rebutted his suit.

Bucky turned back to Y/N and gave her a shy smile. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” and with that, he walked out of the terrace.

It took her a little too long to realize that she had never given Bucky her name.

Then the same energy that had passed between Y/N and Steve while they were dating returned as if it were only yesterday.

“So…Did you kill him?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

“He’s not worth the cleanup.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Then Steve broke into an innocent smirk. “I’m messing with you, Y/N.” She blinked at him even saying her name. “I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me. After all, it’s been, like–“

“A year and a half,” Steve finished for her with a jarring amount of confidence.

“Yeah,” she admitted. Though clearly she hadn’t forgotten him at all either.

“You’re kind of hard to forget,” Steve admitted quietly.

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that, or if she even should. So, she decided to change the subject. 

“Do you really own this place?”

He looked around. “Yeah, I always had an affinity for the arts. I don’t run the place or anything. I just make sure it stays in business.”

“Guess that makes sense now that I think about it. You did go to art school after all.”

Steve seemed flattered that she remembered. “Yeah…but then my dad passed right after graduation and I…Well, I was expected to take over the family business.”

“I didn’t know that…I didn’t know that’s how you got to where you are,” Y/N admitted softly.

Steve cleared his throat. “How’ve you been?”

“Umm…fine.” Y/N hated questions like that. No one ever wanted an honest answer. She didn’t get why anyone even bothered asking it.

“Just fine?” Steve prodded, proving that he was one of the people that actually did care about her answer.

Y/N laughed then. “I mean…my life’s pretty much the same since you last saw me.”

God, she probably sounded like such a loser.

“That can’t be true,” Steve tried to argue.

She winced a bit. “Well, it is. Same apartment, same job, same friends–”

“Same boyfriend?”

Y/N stopped and read his face.

Steve instantly regretted his question. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t – I have no place asking you that question.”

“Steve, it’s OK.” Then she sighed. “Same boyfriend,” she confirmed, “as in there isn’t one.”  

He looked like he wanted to say something, but was using a lot of restraint?

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, you want to say something,” she said through a smile.

“You don’t want to hear it.” “Well, now I have to know!”

“I just…I don’t get it,” Steve sighed.

“Get what?”

“How no one is worshipping the ground you walk on…”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“See! You don’t want to hear it.”

Y/N cleared her throat and took a step closer to him. “Had it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason is due to how disappointing men are?”

Steve laughed. “Then I apologize on behalf of men.”

“Why? I wasn’t talking about you.” There was a playfulness in her eyes as she said it.

“Thank you, by the way,” Y/N muttered as she looked at the ground.

“For what?”

“Stepping in back there. I shouldn’t have riled him up. I was stupid – thought I could handle it.”

“It was nothing.” Steve shrugged.

“You and I both know that’s not true.” “I can go finish the job and kill him if it’ll make you feel better,” he offered.

“Steve!”

“What?” He asked innocently.

Then Y/N caught sight of his hands. His knuckles were red and irritated, a few of them were already a little bruised. She assumed that man wouldn’t be harassing any women for a little bit. And the world was better for it.

A chill suddenly went down Y/N’s spine. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

“Can I walk you home? Or I can get my driver–”

“Yes,” Y/N answered before he could offer another option.

On the walk home, it was like no time had passed at all. Steve asked Y/N about her job, her friends, and her family, remembering names and specifics details.

Y/N wished her apartment was further away. During their walk, she realized how much she had missed Steve. Yes, they had never defined their relationship or made it official. But they had gotten to know each other so quickly. Not to mention Y/N had immediately felt comfortable and close with him since date one.

“This is you, right?” Steve pointed to her stoop. This wasn’t the first time he’d walked her home.

Y/N fidgeted with her hands in front of her.

“Wanna…uhh…Would you like to come up?” The words spewed out before she even knew what she was trying to ask.

She didn’t know why she bothered asking. Steve was a gentleman, too polite–

“Yes,” he answered almost instantly.

Steve kept his distance as they went up the building stairs. He was even patient as Y/N fumbled to put her keys into the door.

But as soon as Y/N closed her apartment door behind them, Steve was on her.

She didn’t believe it was possible to have a more heated and passionate kiss than the one they had shared in that alley. 

Boy, was she wrong. 

Steve took charge, made her feel just how much he wanted her.

But then he pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Sorry…I–I…”

“Steve, I swear to god, if you go all nice guy on me now, I will kick your ass.” Y/N gave him a warning look that proved just how serious she was. “My bedrooms that door. So, what are you going to do about it?”

Steve smirked and was back on her.

To Y/N’s surprise, his hands drifted down her waist and then on the outsides of her thighs until they moved to the back and lifted her up. 

She giggled at the gesture and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Y/N let out another adorable giggle when Steve slightly ran them into a wall.

“I’m trying to navigate blind in an apartment I’ve never been inside. Give a guy some slack.”

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Y/N awoke with the feeling like last night had been a dream. But the marks on her skin and the lingering feeling assured it that it was very much real. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a sleeping man on the other side of the bed to assure her as well.

Steve was nowhere to be found. Neither were his clothes.

Y/N sighed, trying to figure out how that all made her feel.

Was it for the best? Was she offended? Was she sad? Was she relieved?

Her racing thoughts stopped when she heard noises coming from her kitchen.

She quickly found a pair of shorts and an oversized band t-shirt that was laying around.

Deciding to be very quiet, Y/N slipped out of her room and found Steve in his undershirt from last night and boxers. His missing clothes were folded nicely on top of one of the seats at her counter.

Steve was lost in his own thoughts as he made breakfast.

Y/N leaned against the doorway taking it all in.

She wondered what it would be like for this to become her normal. Steve just looked like he belonged in her kitchen.

Y/N’s throat tightened and her stomach dropped when she realized that she didn’t know what it felt like to share her life with someone like that.

She quickly cleared her throat before the emotions could take over. “Thought you snuck out.”

Steve quickly turned around. “Really think I’d do that?” Y/N shrugged and stepped further into the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen counter and watched in amusement as Steve continued making them breakfast.

“I made coffee already,” he pointed to the filled pot with his spatula.

She nodded and poured herself some.

“Steve…” He quickly turned around and she noticed how sad his blue eyes looked. “Whatever you were about to say…Can we just – Is it OK if we enjoy this just a little bit longer?”

Y/N instantly shut her mouth and nodded. Then she eyed the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast he’d cooked. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast…”

Steve just gave her a look that said, ‘Of course I fucking did. Why wouldn’t I?’

“Sorry my apartment is so…small.” Y/N apologized softly. She assumed he had not one, but multiple luxurious homes around the world. This place probably seemed like a dingy shoebox in comparison.

Steve looked around with a smile. “I love your apartment. It’s homey and cozy and it feels like you.”

Y/N was so taken aback by his retort that she just blinked at him.

They both ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Y/N kept wondering how he did that, how he made her feel so safe with him. 

Once Steve was finished, he leaned back in his seat and looked at her patiently. That was the only cue she was going to get.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I ended things last time,” she told him gently. 

“You shouldn’t be sorry,” Steve corrected. “You did the right thing.”

Y/N’s mouth went dry. “I did?”

“I was selfish. I wouldn’t accept that you aren’t meant for my world. I refused to even consider how dangerous your life would become for just being with me.” Steve shook his head. “I was selfish,” he repeated.

Y/N refused to meet his eyes now. “So…what does that make last night?”

“Last night was…” Steve smiled shyly. “Last night was perfect.”

Y/N eyed him. “But you’re about to tell me that it’s all there’s going to be, aren’t you?”

Steve leaned forward and rubbed his face.

“Y/N, I can’t drag you into my toxic life. I won’t do that to you.” He shook his head at the mere idea. “Y/N… you deserve someone who can be an honest man for you. Someone who’s life isn’t going to get you killed.”

“You’ve never lied to me, Steve.”

“But I will. Because if I fully opened up that side of me, you’d never look at me the same. I can’t lie to you and I can’t terrify you with the reality. Don’t you get it?”

Y/N’s eyes glazed over, but she made herself keep it together. “So, what do we have then?”

Steve sighed. “I guess we just have the past.”

She scoffed at him. “After last night, with the way we feel when we’re together…You’re not even willing to try?”

“No, Y/N. I’m not willing to risk your safety.”

Then he was up, taking his clothes to the bathroom with him.

He came out a few minutes later, his hair fixed and his clothes looked like they could’ve come right from the cleaners.

“Please don’t hate me,” he finally whispered.

That’s when Y/N couldn’t keep the tears back any longer. She laughed from both the idea of hating him and being embarrassed for crying.

“Steve, I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

Then he couldn’t stop himself. Steve pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her tightly to his chest.

“I wish things were different,” he spoke into her hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

And with that, he kissed the top of her head and made his escape.  

It was Y/N that pushed him away the first time. To protect her heart, her morals, probably her life.

But now it was Steve pushing her away. Not because he didn’t love her, but because he had to keep her safe.

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And you all thought you were getting a second chance at a fluffy, happy ending...

Part III

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Makoto Naegi with a Yandere S/O.

(long post, by the way!)

(Slight, ever so slight n✿fw warning)

When he first met you, Makoto couldn't help but be attracted to your gentle, sweet nature that comforted him always. Whenever he felt sad, disappointing, or angry, you'd come to his need and whisper things. Things that put him at ease.

Although he'd never feel that way about you, he saw you as his greatest ally. His best friend.

But... that's not what you wanted. At all. You loved him more then anyone else, you were willing to do just about anything to make him like you! You were so certain he'd fall for that charm, so when he didn't... It was devastating. But... you'd continue to love him, continue to be there for him. You had convinced yourself that, in some way, he'd come to love you the way you loved him.

Your devotion to him was almost as obsessive as Toko's. But unlike her, you didn't make it apparent as to not scare him off.

Which is why he never caught on to your - now looking back at it, obvious - issues.

You always managed to disguise your prying in a tone so sweet, syrup practically dripped from every word.

"how was your day? Anything interesting happen?" "What're you up to today? Wanna hang out! I'd really like too!" "Did you hang out with anyone new?"

Makoto would always answer your questions honestly.

"It was fine, I guess.. not much really happened but I did finally beat that level!"

"Yeah sure! I'll be right there"

"uhh, not really... W-well uhm...there was this o-one person..."

Huh-

It didn't take much time to know he was crushing on someone... It was apparent in the way he grew awkward and stiff in his speech. And how you could practically feel the blush irradiating off his words.

And every word he said regarding them felt like a skewer through your body.

You loved him so, SO much that it hurt...so why?

Why was he making you suffer more?

How much more of yourself do you have to strain, just for him to mumble a simple...

"I love you"

But, you wouldn't allow this to penetrate your facade. Instead, you made it seem like you were happy for him

"Wow, makoto. Sounds like you have a crush~" you'd tease him, hiding how bitter those made your mouth taste

"H-hey! That's not it!"

"Yeah yeah, lover boy, whatever you say~ careful though, don't want a flagpole shooting up if you hug them, eh~?" That definitely made him stutter, more then before especially. What a cutie..

After this, makoto began seeing you a lot more then usual. Sure, I mean, you did hang about him a bunch, but recently it had been more frequent.

He never suspected anything though, you just wanted to hang out is all. Besides, you were his best friend! Why would he suspect you?

It didn't take long for you to discover the person he was crushing on, due to his many mannerisms you had studied down to a T practically giving it away.

That, and he just (reluctantly) told you.

Now, to get rid of them. That poison in the lake..

Don't worry! You'd never kill someone, no no! Although...

With the plan you'd put in motion, you're sure that death may of been more merciful..

A week or two passed, and Makoto noticed changes in the person he liked. They were more gloomy, reserved and even a bit fidgety now. Contrasting their once outgoing and laid-back nature.

He began noticing how people looked at them too. Disgust, anger, spite, or pity were a common expression thrown their way. And soon, bullying was happening as well.

Vicious rumors had been spreading like wildfire about them, quickly destroying their reputation and likeability and ultimately alienating them.

What was gossip quickly turned into truth, and that was all you wanted. Everyone believed it, even Makoto did, and soon they came less and less to the public.

Until eventually, they stopped coming entirely.

This was all you wanted! Now, it was just you and him. No one else that could get in the way.

The plan work worked more perfect then how you wanted it though. It seems your lies grew to the bounds of the internet and cyberbullying quickly began spreading through their daily life. Even when they left, they weren't safe.

It didn't shock you much when their body was found in their residence. Gently swaying side to side as they hanged from the rope tied around their neck. Face deathly pale and nails stained with their blood.

What a loser, even in death they couldn't do it right. Hah!

This didn't effect you much, if at all. It actually felt very rewarding for you, knowing your actions pushed them over the edge.

The same, however, could not be said for Makoto.

He was extremely shaken up by the discovery, and a part of him felt like he could of helped them.

He could of saved them. He saw what was happening, and he didn't do anything. Why?

Why didn't he help them, when they needed it the most? Why was he such a coward?

Taking note of this, you quickly sprung into action. Bashing away those hideous thoughts.

"Makoto, don't think like that! You couldn't of prevented this... They..they did this to themselves.. they just couldn't take it anymore... I'm sure they're happier where they are now, and from what I've seen, they wouldn't of wanted you to be sad!".

Although he still blamed himself. That brought him some comfort, especially from you.

But... This wouldn't be the last instance something like this would happen.... It was one of many, in fact.

A disturbing number of people that use to buzz around the ultimate lucky student slowly began distancing themselves from him and the school, one by one each abandoning him and succumbing to the relentless bullying. Much to his grief.

Yet every step of the way, you stood alongside him. Reassuring this was never his fault, and that he didn't deserve to blame himself for it.

Maybe that's what gave you away. How you always stuck with him thick and thin. How you crept your way into practically every moment of his life now.

Slowly, he began to realize the seeds of ignorance you'd sow in him. How you'd tell him they weren't worth his time anymore, how they were idiots to abandon someone as sweet and as caring him.

And how you'd never leave his side. That you'd be with him every step of the way.

Makoto confronted you about his suspicion, although instead of replying with a harsh or demanding tone, the words came out with a softness.

Even if you were the cause of why students had been dropping like flies...he still cared about you deeply. And even if he was angry, he could never bring himself to truly yell at you.

Your expression at his accusation was obvious confusion "uh, what? Why would I be the one making them leave?" You'd say, your voice evidently laced with pain.

Makoto quickly apologized for hurting your feelings, but continued on about his impending suspicion about you, and how he felt like something was just...off

The last thing he wanted was to lose you. You were there for him, you cared for and about him when no one else would. You always took care of him, and he didn't want this to the be the case but...

No, you couldn't allow this to happen. You worked too hard and came too far for him to just do this to you. You! Of all people, he was suspicious of you!

The one who was always there for him!

The one who wiped away those that always threatened to spill whenever someone he cared for disappeared!

The one would risk both life and limb just to see him smile!

Why?! Why did he always do this?? Why did he always make you suffer so much.

Makoto saw a new side of you. An aspect of yourself that triggered an almost primal instinct of his to leave. Run away as fast as he could. And yet he couldn't. His legs remained perfectly positioned, much to his inner agony. He feared what he saw.

And what he saw, was anger.

You were angry at him, angry at yourself, angry at the world. Oh, why couldn't he just love you! Why?! Was it that hard to do?

You didn't care anymore, you decided that if he wasn't going to make the first move, you would.

Gripping firmly onto his stiff hands, you began to confess your feelings. You told him everything: how you had loved him since an early age, how just being near him was enough to get you started in the day and ready for anything. You told him how he made you feel like an entirely new person, and that your life, once boring and plain, had a burst of colour every time you were near him.

You even started diving into secrets, your mind so wrapped up in finally being able to do this just letting them slip.

You added how you'd sometimes take things from him while he wasn't looking. At first it was regular things he'd never miss like an empty soda can or a video game disk that was broken. Then, as it continued, the context got more intense.

Like how you sometimes snuck into his room whenever he wasn't around (it was pretty easy to get in to considering his family really liked you, and that you'd lie and say you were grabbing something for him) and that you started taking more private things from him like his shirts, pants....undies. anything that remotely smelled of him placed you in a high you hadn't felt before.

You even touched yourself with the toothbrush you took from him while also inhaling his scent, pretending he was the one doing all of that to you. Even now, the thought made you quiver even now.

Makoto was completely awestruck. He was frozen in place, overwhelmed and unable to process what you just told him. A part of him always knew you liked him more then a friend, and perhaps a tiny bit of him was feeling the same way due to recent events.

But whatever chances of love that were there had completely vanished and turned into air. What resided now was terror. He was afraid of you, and what you would do to him.

And he was wise to think that. While you felt relief to finally be able to say all you, your heart was still whirling in anger. Yet instead of shouting at him, you calmly--and eerily lovingly-- said this.

"you make me feel whole, you make everyday to me more lively and worth loving! I love you, Makoto Naegi. I love you so much... That it hurts... It hurts so much sometimes, but I persist, for you! I want to revolve my everything around you! Please, please accept my confession..please?"

He hated how his face burned red for a split second, but quickly that sinking feeling returned to him, and appropriately, he shakily refused your confession. And with some trembling force, he pried his hands from yours.

"i-i'm sorry s-s/o... But... I don't love you like that... And I can't just forgive what you did. Because of your actions, a good person lost their life! You even made all my friends disappear! I...i-i-i can't LOVE someone like that- like you! You..." And that's where everything blurred for you..

What...what did he just say?... "I can't love you?".... Huh... But...

Makoto felt a dark aura disperse from your body as you became stiff and quiet, like a stone statue. Your eyes grew a shadow darker, amplifying to your intimidating appearance as your once bliss smile dropped into a devastated frown. The mixing energies of your being and your expression made him gulp from terror and guilt, and send a shiver running down his back.

You don't remember much of what happened afterwards, but you were aware enough to know your body began moving on its own and towards the boy who made your heart beat faster. Even now, you loved him... But now, you also despised him. For being so...selfish. after all the time and effort that was sacrificed for him, he still didn't love you... Well, you could fix that. You tried the subtle approach, but perhaps a more "direct" method was needed to drill that thought inside his head. Maybe that's what motivated your body to move on its own.

You faded in and out to what was happening at that moment. You remember makoto attempting to run but being cut off when you grabbed him and brought him to the ground. You remember him shouting in an attempt to alert someone about his attack. And then, you grabbed something solid and hard, and bashed it into his head.

He survived thankfully, but he was knocked out cold and bleeding profusely. On top of that, you were sure someone could of heard what was happening. At that point you were panicking, but were composed enough to come up with a half-assed solution. Although it seemed impossible, you had hope it would work...

And work, it did.

Makoto found himself in a weird building, one that wasn't too familiar to him. He couldn't remember what happened, his mind twisting in pain as he rubbed the bandaged area that had been struck by a rock. "A rock? I was attacked..?" And then that's when everything flooded back to him. How you entered a blind rage and began to attack him, bringing him to the ground and easily overpowering the boy before knocking him unconscious.

He tried moving to at least get a better understanding of where he was, but it'd prove futile due to his arms and legs bound to a chair. He tried shouting, but it was useless due to the gag in his mouth which.. he had justed noticed was there. Makoto did everything he could to try and get out of his confinements, pulling and pushing his limbs as much as he could yet only achieving a slight *rattle* from the bounds.

His fear would only increase when the sweet honey suckle voice that once brought him comfort, but now only pure terror, bounced from the buildings walls. You smiled gently at makoto in a manner that seemed like it was almost mocking him. You greeted him like you did everyday previously; warmly and with a fun energy! You hoped he slept well, and you informed him he'd been out for quite a bit, and that you fixed that little bump on his head! Though, he didn't need to thank you. Not like he could!

You then told him you had brought him to a special place where no one but the birds and bugs outside would disturb them! You also told him not to worry about his school life or family, you had already taken care of it! You said to your hostage that he'd been staying here for a bit until you had made him love you.

Makoto didn't know what to do, and he was scared beyond anything he'd ever felt. What happened to you? What happened to the S/O he use to know? Was it all just a facade?... Oh god, what were you gonna do to him?

Noticeable sweat drops and a purple hue took over his expression, pure fear etched into those darling features of his which you came to adore. You told makoto that, if he behaved and began to love you, that nothing bad would ever happen to him. you wouldn't touch a single hair on his ahoge, so long as he said these simple words.

I love you.

And yet, even then, makoto couldn't abide to your rule. Upon taking off his gag, makoto tried to reason and plead with you to let him go, that even if he was captured he'd never tell anyone about it; and that even if you were an insane person, you were still his friend! And that you could get better! And-

*SMACK* You slapped him across the face and shoved the gag back into his mouth. You had enough with this "friend" nonsense, and you weren't insane! What was he even on about? Was he trying to make you hurt again?... Well, it wasn't gonna work. Now, it was his turn to suffer. To hurt him like he hurt you until he learned to love you as much as you loved him.

You disappeared for a moment, and in that time frame makoto soaked in what had just happened. You smacked him?! You really smacked him! And it wasn't like it was painless either, the red print on his cheek said otherwise. Tears threatened to topple over at that moment, the fear, pain, anger; betrayal, guilt, regret all getting the better of him. His thoughts were brought back to earth when you returned to him brandishing a fresh set of sterile, sharp tools that glistened in the rays of sun that managed to seep through the building.

You expressed an awed grin as you brandished a sharp tool towards his neck, pressing it against him until a small line of blood began to ooze down. Makoto's eyes were filled with immense terror, and the colour that remained had completely drained from his face. He was shaking intensely and you swear heard him take a hard swallow. God he was adorable, even now. You didn't want to hurt, you truthfully didn't... But playing nice wasn't going to get you anywhere, so hurting him was a necessity. He would scream, yell, cry, beg, but it wouldn't deter you from your mission of love. Even if he feared you in the end, even if he hated you by the end, if it meant you'd get to keep him now and forever... It'd be worth it.

Makoto's spirit and willpower were completely destroyed by you. He couldn't remember anything really, blurring in and out of consciousness as his body was assaulted nearly daily now. He couldn't think of anything but the pain that irked his body and his mentality. It hurt everywhere, it even hurt breathing now. Why were you doing this to him? He just wants to go home, he just wants to see his family again... He just wants the pain to stop. Please... Make it stop.

What remained of the past makoto had been largely snuffed out, replaced with a shivering scared young boy instead. A nice, obedient boy, one who'd obey you without a fault. It honestly worked much better then you thought, and you were amazed at how quickly the personality of someone can change. You were sure he wouldn't try anything, now that his energy and motivation were depleted, so you released him from his bounds and carefully took him out of the chair. Makoto wanted to fight back, thrash and run for the doors, but he just... couldn't. His body and his mind were too out of it for him to do anything.

All he could do was writhe in pain. Emotional, physical, mental, it all hurt to the point his tears began running down his face again. You gently wiped away those tears, caressing his hair and telling him how much of a good boy he was to endure all that. You spoke to him in that sickly sweet tone he came to fear, as it always meant something awful was about to happen to him... But, he didn't try resisting anymore. It was pointless.. but he craved that kindness you once had. He hated himself for still wanting to see the good in you, he hated how much he still cared about you... And he was scared that a piece of him did eventually come to love you a tiny bit. He wanted to suppress these feelings, all of them and just let the anger remain... But he was so, so touch starved for any kind of kindness or humanity that his body couldn't help but weakly curl up to your warmth, as much as he hated.

Your heart pounded as he did this. He was starting to love you! You were the happiest person on earth! All that work and effort had finally paid off, makoto, your love, FINALLY returned your affection! You could just throw him in the air and hug him until his ribcage broke, but couldn't do that right now because there was a high chance his ribcage would actually break in his current state.

You were quick to nurse him back to a stable condition, how you did this completely mesmerized him. When did you even learn this? How long were you planning to kidnap me? So many thoughts, so little answers. For the first few days of his slow recovery, makoto tried thinking of a plan to get out and return to his family, then when that was done he'd have you put away somewhere. Far, far away from him where'd you rot.

But every time he tried thinking of a way of to get away from you, his heart would coil with guilt almost instantly and his train of thought would be derailed. Why was he feeling this way for you? You kidnapped him! You hurt him! Why should he start loving you?...

Why was he starting to love you?

....and then, time passed. Makoto was fully healed physically, although he still was not nearly as stable mentally or emotionally, but that was fine. He was quiet now, and you missed his voice sure but, he'd come back around eventually! So you spent a few days alone with him, bringing back some stuff for you two to do and munch in an attempt to bring out some remnants of his past self a bit. it didn't help much as makoto only did things whenever you told him too, but eventually he started doing stuff again. He ate whenever he needed, and cleaned himself when it started getting bad, and as a reward you'd smother him with kisses, hugs, and buy him one of his favourite things for every little achievement he unlocked! Makoto couldn't explain what he was feeling for you, or maybe he just didn't want to accept it. He was still scared, still so angry with you or your selfishness... But he craved you. He craved your affection, your love.

And then more time passed.. makoto was allowed to go back to his family once he had been fully trained. But he couldn't stay away from you very long, spending a night by himself felt so... Odd for him.. after all the time you two spent together, without your presence near him he felt absolutely alone.

This emotional dependence on you caused him to fumble even basic day to day tasks. He was so use to the lack of people that the sudden amount of eyes on him made his anxieties spike. It felt like someone was wrapping their hands around his neck, squeezing the air right out of his lungs. He needed you so, so much right now. He needed you to tell him how good he was, he needed your love.

When he finally does get to see you again, he's practically in tears and sobbing profusely. He missed you so much! Where did you go? Why weren't you responding to him? You were his world, and you completely left him! He just clung to you for the most time, refusing to release in fear you'd drift away again. He wanted to hate you, he really did, but only a small bit was allowed to sink through as the rest simply roared for you.

You were makoto's crutch for stability. Honestly, you weren't too upset about this. If anything, it made you feel needed from the one you love most and that's all you ever wanted. He finally realized... That all he ever needed was you, and whatever you did to him back then was only for him to get a clearer view of his future.

And you finally got your wish, with teary eyes that could flood an entire desert and a heartbroken, desperate.

"i love you, S-S/O!"

Finally... Finally, he had said what you always wanted. You practically melted into his being as he muttered those words, you had never felt such a wash of pleasure come over you! He said what was needed, and you returned it in full! You two devoted time to each other, and you loved each other through thick and thin.

Makoto's independence had completely evaporated when you had tortured him daily back then, and his emotions were completely erratic. You controlled him, you kept him in check, and you loved every second of it.

Finally... The man you loved, was yours.

Forever ♡

Sorry if it was a bit rushed near the end! It was going on for too long, so I just needed to hurry it up! I'm going to make them smaller in the future, so please enjoy this.... whatever!

[pain-somnia]

Differential [4/?]

Day’s Note: again, this fic is rated M for sexual content. proceed with caution.

Summary: college kids should really try sleeping more often.

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Chapter Four: Sleeping Arrangements

The last place she expected to see Sasuke was in the library.

It was stupid really considering they both attended the same university and would both need to show up in the library at some point in the semester if not multiple times.

She just hadn’t expected to see him in the stacks at one in the morning.

She knew he was a night owl but she also knew he preferred the quiet of his room away from the rest of the world.

Away from her.

Sakura shuffled past him, pressing her notebook against her chest as if it would will the beating of her heart to quiet. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that she was there.

She could just hear Karin berating her for the missed opportunity.

There was something about the isolation of the stacks at this hour at night that made Sakura’s imagination run wild. And she had always had a rather vivid imagination.

How good the Sasuke of her imagination looked, with his eyebrows drawn down in frustration and glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. One hand covering his mouth to stifle his moans and the other buried in her hair as she took him in her mouth.

Sakura swallowed hard and rest her forehead against a row of books. Why did it have to be Sasuke that she thought about?

Sakura peered through the gap of space between the books and the next shelf up.

Sasuke was in the middle of turning a page of the book he had just pulled down. Sakura watched in fascination at the gentle cradle of the book. At the way his strong hands spread to hold the book comfortable, the muscles and veins clearly defined in the act.

We’re not here for that, she chided herself.

Sakura had planned to be asleep but Ino had invited the boy from Konoha Institute College of Art and so she escaped the dorm. Not even hiding out in the communal area of the suite was far away enough from the sounds being emitted.

If Karin’s roommate wasn’t so vile she would have taken the empty bed. Karin didn’t need it because she was out “tutoring” one of the KU swimmers for the past 3 days with no return. Even when she was in their dorm she didn’t sleep in her bed choosing to cuddle with either Ino or Sakura.

Anything to get away from her roommate.

Sakura would have complained earlier about the evening arrangements but she knew exactly what would happen.

Ino would just taunt her about her single status and how she would loosen up a little if she would only just go and get laid every once in a while. She would then bring it up to Karin later who would remind Sakura that she didn’t need a boyfriend in order to have sex.

But it wasn’t as if she were waiting to be in a relationship. Sakura had just ruined it for herself by building up all of her sexual fantasies surrounding a specific individual.

Sure she could go and experience it all in reality but none of it would ever top the daydream she was currently having of her neighbor using the same hand to hold his book to clamp over her mouth as she braced herself against the bookshelves and he panted in her ear.

“Fuck.”

Sakura clamped her hand over mouth. The word had slipped out and sounded breathier than she would have liked. She was at a dead end and had nowhere to hide, so when the sound of approaching footsteps got closer she hid her face in a book.

The clearing of a throat had her sliding the book down so she could peer over it.

Sasuke towered over her, arms crossed in front of his chest and frowning down at her through his glasses, an eyebrow raised.

Am I about to be punished?

The errant thought passed through her mind before she could reign it back.

God, there’s something wrong with me.

“Why would you need a book on optoelectronics?”

“Opto-what?” Sakura frowned and took a better look at the book she had grabbed. She really grabbed a book irrelevant to what she was researching. She had been so distracted that she had walked into the wrong row.

“I don’t,” Sakura mumbled, sliding the book back in its place.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Huh?” Sakura blinked up at him. Sleep?

The end of the semester was approaching. On top of papers that were due, Sakura had exams to study for and she was the person that always overloaded her credits.

“I took a two hour nap on Thursday?”

“Go back to your dorm.”

Sakura snapped out of her daze at the order. It was said out of interest for her health but she couldn’t get over the bossy tone Sasuke used. How typical of him to tell her to do something he wouldn’t do himself.

“You go back to your dorm,” Sakura snarked back. She turned on her heel and walked into the proper section.

“How did you mistake a book for a microform?” Sasuke had followed her, ignoring the fact that she gave him attitude.

“I’m just a little tired.” Sakura refused to look at him, cheeks flushing with heat. She was more than a little tired. Which probably explained why it was so easy for her mind to drift off.

“Then go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep on that couch.”

“Why would you be sleeping on the couch?”

“Ino,” Sakura replied with a sheepish grin. “She has a guest.”

Sasuke didn’t look very amused by her reason. He stared down at her long enough to make her uncomfortable. Sakura shifted her gaze away from him but she could still feel his eyes on her.

“Let’s go.”

Sakura almost dropped the envelope of microfiches she was absentmindedly rifling through. She wasn’t even completely sure what it was that she originally entered the stacks for.

“Go? Go where?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Sakura’s eyes widened and she bit down on her lower lip.

It was a bad time to remember how much larger he was than her. His hand completely wrapped itself around her wrist.

He hadn’t always been so much taller than she was. Or his fingers so much larger. She recalled being thirteen and pressing her palm right up against his and comparing their sizes. They were always a perfect match but that year his fingers were marginally bigger, the tiniest sliver of flesh peeking around her slim fingers.

“To my dorm. So you can sleep.”

Tugging on her wrist, he gently led her past all of the rows and and up the few steps to the first floor of the library. Instead of dropping her wrist, he continued to lead her out into the crisp winter air.

There was nothing rough about how he held her but it remained firm and sure.

Like it always was. . .

“There’s nothing to cry about.”

Sakura sniffled, glaring through the tears welling up on her lower lash line. She could barely make out Sasuke’s blurry form.

With the force he used to yank on his hoodie sleeves he almost dragged Sakura towards him when he tied them around her waist. Sakura continued to sniffle as he made sure his sweater was secure and wouldn’t fall from around her slim hips.

Sakura was eleven and her menstrual cycle was unpredictable. Her mother had warned her about wearing white shorts but Ino had wanted to wear matching outfits for their field trip.

“I-I’m going to b-bleed on your hoodie,” her words came out a blubbering mess. She wiped at her eyes with the heels of her palms.

“It’s just clothes.” Sasuke took hold of her wrist and tugged her forward, away from her hiding spot in the dark corner of the planetarium. “Let’s go find Yamanaka. She should have found you a pad by now.”

Ignoring the wolf whistles of a few of their classmates and their jeering, he held onto her wrist in a gentle but firm hold. He guided her through the museum until he heard Ino’s shouting and calls for Sakura.

He walked with them to the restroom, never letting go until Ino took her inside. . .

Sakura closed the bathroom door behind her and peered into Sasuke’s room. He had handed her a change of clothes and directed her to the restroom where she could have some privacy as he cleared up space on his bed.

His half of his room was neat and in order and overall plain, completely different from the cluttered knick knacks she used to decorate the dorm room she shared with Ino. But then again Sasuke had taken over the communal area of his apartment style dorm.

“Fixing computers and laptops again?”

Sasuke was sitting on the edge of the couch, a laptop with it’s system board exposed on the coffee table. He was surrounded by different computer parts and a couple of laptops and system units with sticky notes on them.

“People are constantly breaking them and it costs a shit ton to get them fixed. For a small fee I can take a look and see what needs fixing and take care of it. I need the cash and they don’t need to waste their time getting ripped off.”

“These things make me feel like an idiot.” Sakura took a seat next to him and lifted up a circular disk. “What does this do?”

“It’s a cooling fan. It was working harder than it needed to.” Sasuke took the fan from her and clicked it into place. “The heatsink needed cleaning. If they took it into a repair shop they would have made them pay to replace the whole thing instead of just cleaning it out.”

“Heatsink?”

“Yeah. People don’t realize you gotta clean that out and then their laptop will overheat and shut down on them.”

Sakura watched as he screwed the cooling fan back in place and covered the motherboard up and screw everything shut.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping with me?

Sakura stood up abruptly, face burning from the embarrassment. Her brain really needed to stop producing all of those inappropriate thoughts.

“Um, but where are you going to sleep?”

“I won’t be. I have work to get done. And if I get tired I can always use my roommates bed. Not like he uses it.”

“Oh. Well, then. Good night!” Sakura awkwardly shuffled into his room and climbed onto his bed. She had a step stool to assist in climbing on her own bed but Sasuke was over half a foot taller than she was and had nothing like that.

She had to pull herself up and practically rolled the rest of the way on. Kicking the sheets around her she bundled herself up. It wasn’t until she pulled the blankets up to her chin that she noticed the crocheted throw Mikoto Uchiha had made for her son.

Warm…

Sakura buried her face into the sheets, the comforting smell of the familiar fabric softener the Uchiha family used relaxing her. It was the smell of Sasuke. The smell of home. . .

When Karin crawled into her bed she always dug her nose between Sakura’s shoulder blades. Sakura would whine when her bony knees pressed too hard against her legs but with some shuffling she could always adjust Karin’s hold on her.

That was usually the case except the arm around her waist was too muscular to be Karin’s thin arm and there was a pressure on top of her head instead of in between her shoulder blades.

Blinking open her eyes, Sakura was met with a blank wall instead of the blinds of her window.

This isn’t my bed!

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut tight and gathered her memories of the night before. She had been kicked out of her room by Ino and the guy from KICA. She went to the library where she ran into Sasuke. Where she ran into Sasuke!

Sakura exhaled a breath of relief as she recalled Sasuke dragging her back to his dorm so that she could finally get some sleep. She must have been more tired than she had thought if she hadn’t noticed Sasuke sneaking into his own bed.

Carefully, Sakura rolled onto her back and shifted so she could face him. There was a small grumble, a whine from the back of Sasuke’s throat but he didn’t open his eyes. He only relaxed his hold to give her more room to move.

Shit.

Sakura watched as Sasuke’s eyelashes fluttered delicately. The lashes on the lower line were slightly longer than the upper and they meshed together at the outer corners. Her eyes followed the path of his cheekbones to his well defined jaw. He really needed a shave.

Ew. Sakura wrinkled her nose and bit back a giggle. Morning breath.

A gurgle broke the even pattern of Sasuke’s breathing and his hand clutched the back of the shirt Sakura borrowed. Sakura let herself be pulled closer and Sasuke’s leg slid between her thighs. Sasuke settled his chin on top of her head again and his breathing returned to it’s normal steady pace, a content sigh falling from his lips.

Ah, crap.

Sakura sighed and pressed her face against Sasuke’s chest.

It was no use avoiding the reason why she couldn’t do what Karin had suggested to her and why Ino’s comments about denial bothered her so much.

But for now all she was going to do was sleep.

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Day’s Notes: and that’s all the chapters that were typed up already! I’ll be trying to update this fic on a weekly basis but please be patient. shit happens.

[supersleepygoat]

Better for Everyone: Part 2

Parings: Platonic Sam x Reader, Platonic John x Reader, Platonic Dean x Reader (this will change in subsequent chapters), OFC (Jonas)

Warnings: Angst-ish (not really).

Word Count: 1,947

Summary: The Reader spent most of her life with the Winchesters. She loves them like family but doesn’t feel like the feeling is mutual. When she is essentially kicked out of the Winchester clan she is left physically and emotionally vulnerable to dangerous situations.

A/N: So, this series is slightly off canon because John is alive when the boys (and reader) are older. I just like John and wanted to write him into my story so in my dream world he is alive and well. This part is more of a plot pusher but the next chapter will be super duper angsty to make up for it.

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The world seemed heavy. As you regained consciousness you couldn’t help but notice the heavy ache that thrummed in your head. You attempted to open your eyes but the task seemed unnecessarily difficult. So you instead, you chose to stretch your arm out to try and feel the ground beneath you to stabilize yourself.

Your movement did not go unnoticed by the inaudible voices that were in the room with you. The voices stopped and you heard heavy footsteps getting louder and therefore closer.

You tried to lift yourself off the ground but your shaking limbs were useless. A gentle hand came to sweep your Y/H/C hair out of your face and place it behind your ear. You flinched at the contact causing a chuckle to come from the owner of the retreating hand.

“Morning, Pet. I was afraid that idiot knocked you around a little much and I would never get to see those pretty eyes. What do you say, can you open your eyes so I can see if I won the bet?” the man softly spoke to you.

You turn your head to face the gentle voice and are finally able to open your eyes to barely a squint.

“Come on, you can do better than that, Pet” the man encouraged.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and when you opened them you were face to face with a man who was crouched in front of you with a smile plastered onto his handsome face.

“Well, hot damn… I just won 50 bucks!” the man said while staring into your Y/E/C eyes and widening his smile. “But trust me, Pet. The real prize is looking into those beautiful eyes,” he sang as he reached out to caress your cheek.

You scoffed as you pushed his hand away. Even though it gave you a splitting headache, you couldn’t help but instinctively roll your eyes at the cheesy line he just offered you.

Instead of getting angry like you expected he would, the man merely let out another chuckle and rose from his haunches.

“The name is Jonas” the man all but bowed in his greeting. You glanced to the men behind him and Jonas continued “Don’t worry about learning their names quite yet, Pet. We’ll all get to know each other in due time.”

“Y/N,” you tried to rasp out but you throat was too dry.

“I’m sorry what was that, Pet?”

“My name is Y/N. So, you can quit it with the condescending nicknames, asshole.” You confidently bit out in an attempt to disguise the fear that is quickening your heart beat.

That irritating chuckle slipped Jonas’ lips yet again “Now, now, Pet. Don’t be rude.” He leans in close to whisper in your ear, “I like your style, Pet. I do really, but don’t be mean to me in front of my men… because then I’ll have to go all macho alpha male and teach you to behave yourself. And, I don’t wanna do that quite yet, sweetheart” he pulled away laughing again and patted your knee, a gesture too friendly to match his threatening words.

“Sorry,” you whispered out with downcast eyes, unsure if he would hear you. But, you promised Sam you try to stay out of trouble and it was usually your big mouth that makes things worse for you. So, you thought an apology would help your case. Jonas did hear you though and looked at you with narrow eyes until a self-satisfied smirk played on his lips.

“Anyway, Pet, let’s cut to the chase, I need your help with something.” Jonas said while clapping then rubbing his hands together.

“What can I do for you?” you responded with a chipperness that was laced with sarcasm.

“I’m going to ignore your tone and get to the point: you are bait. Plain and simple. I know as far as evil plans go, it’s not very original. But it’s a classic for a reason... it’s effective.”

“I am assuming this has to do with the Winchesters?” you ask in a bored tone.

Jonas merely touches his nose then points back at you with a wink and that goddamn smirk.

You roll your eyes again now more tolerant of the pain and let out a little laugh. “Well, good luck with that. Although, I think you running on old intel. They won’t come for me but by all means… give it try.” You gesture your arms in a waving manner.

“Oh, they’ll come. They always come for their damsel.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.”

“Confidence is key,” is his only playful response.

Dean walks over to where his brother is sitting at the table in the motel room. Dean reaches over and steals the mug sitting in front of Sam taking a sip then spitting it back into the mug with a look of disgust on his face.

“Dude!” Sam protests.

“Ugh, that's not coffee,” Dean groans as he pushes the cup back to his brother.

“It’s green tea, you jackass! What the he-” Sam starts but is cut off by the glare sent at the two of them by their father who is on the phone and trying to write something down. Both boys silently wait for their father to finish.

“We got a case,” John asserts before even hanging up the phone.

“Where to?” Dean questions after rummaging through the kitchen area and tossing aside the bottle of whiskey he had polished off the night before.

“It’s a salt and burn, only a couple hours West,” John replies.

“Alright then,” is the only response that is needed for each Winchester to start packing up and start heading out.

Out in the parking lot, John is packing his truck and asks Sam to bring him the blanket they keep on the back of the Impala so he can hide the treasure trove of weapons John has in his passenger seat.

Opening the back of the Impala, as Sam reaches for the blanket he sees your whale shaped change purse on the floor in the backseat. He sighs while mumbling a profanity to himself.

He emerges from the backseat with no blanket, but is instead holding the little purse that each man loved to tease you about because it was so girly and childish.

John’s eyes narrow at Sam but then roll once he notices the whale he is holding.  

“What are we going to do about Y/N? Do we leave her here or try to find her so she can tag along?” Sam inquires.

John runs a frustrated hand down his face and shakes his head “I didn’t think we’d be leaving this soon - I forgot about all that shit.”

Just then Dean rounds the corner, finally holding a real cup of coffee. When he sees what Sam is holding, he realizes what the two men are contemplating.

“Leave her here,” Dean offers the simple solution.

“Dean-” Sam starts but is cut off by his brother.

“Relax, Sammy. We’ll only be a few hours away. We’ll come back for her when we're done. We just all need some breathing room. Just text her and tell her we’ll be gone for a bit.”

Sam looks to his father who merely shrugs and states, “It’s better for everyone. Now go grab that blanket.”

You had fallen asleep again but were now being awoken by something rough licking your hand. You jerked your eyes open to see the same black cat who had lured you to capture sitting in front of you. You reach out your hand and chuckle out a “Hiya Cat”.

The door to the room you are confined to opens and Jonas’ happy face comes waltzing in. “How are my two favourite girls?” he asks with a teasing glint in his eye.

“We’re just awesome. Thanks for asking,” you retort as you sit up to lean against the dirty wall behind you.

“Do you even know why you’re here? Why I have such a hate on for the Winchesters?” Jonas asks as he pulls a chair over and sits in front of you.

“Did they kill some of your monster friends? Screw up your evil plans to rule the world? What kind of monster are you anyway? You look human but that don’t mean you are one.” There is genuine curiosity in your voice.

“I can answer all your questions with a little bedtime story,” he responds with a smirk.

You roll your eyes in preparation for another villainous monologue by yet another egomaniacal monster.

“Long story short -“ Jonas starts once he sees you’re not too interested in the whole backstory. “I was a petty thief, never had much in the way of family. I picked the pocket of vampire one fateful night and well-“ Jonas bared his vampire teeth for dramatic effect, making you flinch. “The rest is history. I decided to start my own family… one that wouldn’t leave. We would love each other and be happy blah blah blah” Jonas leaned back in his chair clasping his hands on his lap. “We lived happily ever after, that is... until last night.”

“I knew that nest was oddly small,” you said mostly to yourself.

“The trick to hunting vampires is to make sure you clear the whole nest, not just one outpost otherwise all you do is piss off the remainder of the pack,” Jonas suggested.

“I was there too. Why not just get your revenge by killing me and leave the Winchesters out of it?”

“Because, Pet, you didn’t kill any of my family. You may have been there but you were too busy almost dying to actually kill any of my people.”

“That’s not -“ you tried to defend yourself but Jonas just laughed at you.

“Relax, kid. I know you’re a tough cookie. There's no need to get you panties in a twist,” Jonas interrupts. “Besides, there has been a change of plans.” Jonas pulls your phone out of his pocket and lets you read the text you got from Sam an hour or so earlier.

Hey Y/N/N

We got pulled into an emergency hunt that’s a few hours away. We’ll come back but I think we could all use this time to clear our heads.

         -S

“Now Pet, I don’t like this just as much as you won’t but my boys are itching for blood and retribution and so on,” Jonas adds with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t worry, they are user strict instruction not to kill you. But, I ain’t gonna lie to you sweetheart… this is going to suck”.

Jonas leans down to squeeze your knee and looks you in the eye with an expression that you would consider almost contrite had you not known better.

Before you can respond, Jonas is turning to leave the room.

“Wait!” You call after him making him turn again. He is expecting to hear your pleas for mercy but instead you stand up and pick up the black cat that was laying by your feet. “Take her. Keep her away from what’s about to happen. She’s innocent and I don’t want those assholes hurting her to hurt me,” you whisper out as you place the cat in his arms.

You oddly enough trust him that he wouldn’t turn on you and hurt the cat now that you had admitted you care for her. Jonas merely narrows his eyes at you in disbelief that you care more for this random cat than you do your own safety.

Rendered speechless, Jonas nods and leaves the room. The door is left open and a few seconds later four men with various instruments and weapons enter your prison, slowly backing you into the damp corner of the room.

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