#there are no windows or view screens how am I supposed to reach for the stars

[thresholdbb]

I guess at least my office walls are Enterprise-D beige

[mactavsh]

Situational Awareness

Synopsis: The boys get captured following a lead on Shepherd and it’s up to you to save them before its too late.

Relationships: Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

Note: someone said feral reader so here we are

Masterlist

You should have been with them. You weren't sure if it would have made any difference but you belonged with your team. The previous mission left you with a decent gash along your arm, just enough that you were benched for the current excursion. While the boys shipped out you worked overwatch with Laswell, gathering intel and guiding the boys in the field.

A lead on Shephard and the remnants of Shadow Company led the team to an abandoned factory compound. Throughout the mission, they were in constant contact with the base at least they were supposed to be. Gaz announced they were breaching another building and that was the last contact you received from them.

After a half hour of silence, Laswell started trying to pull up satellite images, anything that could shed light on what happened. Kate managed to get a drone to the area but there was nothing, like they disappeared without a trace.

Two weeks later you finally found something actionable. You led a small team to a safehouse Laswell discovered. After a bit of not-so-gentle persuading, the Shadows there gave up a set of coordinates.

As soon as you were back on base you practically ran to Laswell's office to give them to her. Much to your dismay, she didn't share in your urgency or so you thought.

"That will take too long!" You paced the room, shaking your head as you spoke.

"We can't go in blind, Y/n"

"If we wait any longer they'll all be dead if they aren't already." You stopped in front of her desk.

Laswell sighed and stared ahead at her computer. She had put the coordinates in and was looking at satellite images of the area. "We have their location that's good but it's not enough. We need to get a team together, find building schematics."

"You know as well as I do, not one of them will talk. As soon as Shepherd gets bored they will be killed."

"I can't authorize an op without more information. We need to surveil the building first. Figure out how many people are there, if Shephard is there." She stood from the desk, her tone shifting. "However, I am technically not your commanding officer."

She turned to face the window and you realized what she was doing. You quickly took a photo of the screen, making sure to capture each image before you stepped back.

"I understand." You spoke as she turned back around to face you. "You know how to reach me."

As you turned to leave Kate spoke once more. "Be careful, Y/n."

"I will."

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It wasn't hard to formulate a plan, after all, you were recruited by Price for a reason. Your strategic thinking went almost unmatched and your propensity for stealth made you deadly. You waited for nightfall before sneaking off base with all the gear you'd need and some that packed a bigger punch.

The drive was tense as you got closer to your target, you stopped in a clearing a few miles north to avoid detection and hiked the rest of the way. No overwatch and no backup, you triple-checked your gear. There was no room for error here.

The two-mile hike seemed to pass in an instant, your feet carrying you on autopilot through the dark forest. Looking up at the building when it finally came into view you gathered what information you could. Three floors, unknown if there was a basement. One large receiving door and two entrances on the northern and western sides of the warehouse.

Your plan was to use stealth to take out as many Shadows as possible. Moving floor by floor looking for the boys. You knew you would inevitably be discovered, so you'd hoped at that point you would have found at least one of them and that they were in any condition to help you fight.

You decide to enter through the northern entrance. The first objective was to steal a uniform so you could move through the building easier. As you went you were to keep an eye out for weak points, places to set one of the many charges you had brought with you.  After tightening the straps of your vest and double-checking the C4 in your backpack, you readied yourself as you moved out of the tree line and toward the door.

Situational awareness. They practically beat it into in when you enlist, it could very easily be the difference between life and death. You thanked whatever high power was up there for granting you a natural affinity for the skill. You were on high alert each cell in your body buzzing, your highly trained eyes scanning the environment for threats.

Approaching the door you turned the handle slowly. Peeking in you checked both directions before entering fully.

The door opened to a long hallway that was empty as you entered. Slowly you moved in deeper, listening closely for movement. The familiar weight of the rifle in your hands was welcome as you delved further into unknown enemy territory.

The rifle however was simply to keep up apprentices while inside until all hell broke loose. Shooting it would attract every Shadow in the building to your presence. You had also attached a silencer to your sidearm but even still the shot could be heard if someone was close enough. Even if the noise wasn't heard, the blood would certainly be noticed. Snapping necks or choking them out was dangerous because you had to get up close but it was clean and quiet. Stealth takedowns are your best option for ensuring no one knew you were infiltrating the base until you wanted them to.

A single set of footsteps could be heard approaching from behind you so you ducked into a closet. Leaving the door open a crack you waited for the Shadow to be in front of it before pouncing. You grabbed him in a chokehold and dragged him back into the closet. He thrashed in your hold but not long before you had enough of a grip to snap his neck. He fell limp and you slowly guided his body down to the floor.

Lucky for you he seemed to be about your size so you made quick work of relieving him of his uniform. You momentarily removed your tac vest to put on the jacket with the Shadow Company emblem. Your vest was already black so it fit in with the uniform. It had seen you through countless missions, quickly becoming an extension of you. Price had given it to you when you joined the 141 and it has been with you ever since. You grabbed the gaiter and helmet next, adjusting them to fit properly over your face, effectively shielding your identity.

You strapped the dead man's rifle to your back for later and brought yours up as you exited the closet once more. Head held high you continued pushing forward.

Turning down the next hallway you paid close attention to the attached rooms. It was quiet, you couldn’t hear many voices if any. You didn’t have time to clear each room but some of the doors had windows allowing you to confirm those particular rooms were empty. You stashed that information in your mind for later.

Footsteps approached from in front of you but you held fast. A Shadow rounded the corner, not paying any attention to you. A plan quickly formed in your head. You waited until he passed you and was standing next to the door of one of the empty rooms before calling out to him.

“Excuse me,” He paused his walking and you approached so you were standing in front of him. “I seem to be a little lost, could you tell me where the armory is?” You lied.

He rolled his eyes and just as he was about to speak you lunged, maneuvering him into the empty room and kicking the door shut behind you. He fell lying on his stomach, so you straddled him and held his wrists against his back. "Where’s the 141?"

He gritted his teeth as he squirmed. "Fuck you, I’m not telling you shit.”

You tutted in his ear. “Is that really how you want this to go?”

“I’m dead either way." He grunted as he struggled beneath you.

“So you’re not entirely stupid then.” You shifted both of your positions so you were on the ground behind him, holding him firmly with your thighs as you pulled his arm at an awkward angle.

"You have a choice here." Your voice was low, calm. "I can kill you quickly and painlessly. Or," You tugged on his arm earning a groan from him. "I can make sure you bleed out nice and slow where no one will find you."

He grunted at the pressure before he spoke. "The Captain is in a cell on this level, south hallway with the Brit two doors down from him."

"What about the other two?" When he didn't answer right away, you pulled on his arm once more, popping it out of the socket.

He yelled in pain and you quickly brought a gloved hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.

You waited for the man to still before removing your hand. He spoke hurriedly as soon as the barrier was gone. "The Scot was being annoying so they pulled him out of his cell and brought him to the top floor. The big guy is there too."

"What's up there?" You shifted again, putting him in a chokehold.

"Interrogation."

“What about Shepherd?”

“He left a few days ago, I don’t know where.”

"Good boy." You patted his head before snapping his neck. You stood and dragged the body deeper into the room, out of view from the door. You planted some C4 in the room before readjusting your gear back into place. Stretching your neck you headed out of the room and toward the southern end of the building.

The building was large and you mentally kicked yourself for entering on the opposite side of where the boys were, not that you could’ve known. The long walk however did give you an opportunity to take out many of the patrolling Shadows as well as get a better idea of stairwells and possible escape routes.

Finally, you entered the hallway in question. There was only one guard stationed outside the doors. Obviously, they didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to storm their castle. You waited until you were right in front of the guard to pounce. Quickly reaching up and snapping his neck then lowering the body quietly to the floor. You pulled the keys off his belt, opened the door, and dragged the body in with you.

The cell was dimly lit and smelled strongly of blood. Price was chained to a chair in the middle of the room. He slowly raised his head looking at the dead Shadow then at you, a weary expression crossing his bloodied features. You pulled your mask down as you approached him.

"Y/n?" He spoke, voice horse.

"Nice to see you, Cap."

He paused squinting at you through a black eye as you unlocked his bindings. After you finished you hooked the keys back onto your vest and stood in front of him.

"Where's your team?" The Captain questioned, finally noticing no other soldiers were with you.

"My team went and got themselves captured."

Price grabbed your bicep as he stood. "Y/n, did you come here alone?"

"Didn't have a choice. You boys were running out of time and Laswell's hands were tied."

"Christ."

"I know, reprimand me later. Gaz is down the hall, Soap and Ghost are on the top floor." You handed him one of the guns you looted off a Shadow. "We're all we got."

He took the gun and nodded. "That's all we need."

You moved toward the Shadow you had just killed, quickly relieving him of his uniform and helmet then handing it to Price. "Can't have you breaking my cover just yet."

"As soon as we have everyone, we're blowing this place to high hell." He spoke as he got dressed, wincing when he tightened the vest over his chest.

"What d'ya thinks in my backpack?" You smirked.

"Remind me to separate you and Soap from now on."

"Aw come on, sir." You feigned offense as you stepped up to the door, pulling your mask back up and preparing to move. You pulled more explosives from your back, carefully affixing them to the wall.

With your back turned you couldn't see the small smile that crossed Price’s features as he looked at you, a sense of pride swelled in his chest. He pulled up his mask as he took position behind you. "Take point, kid."

"Copy." You opened the door, looking both ways before stepping fully out. Quickly you moved two doors down. You unhooked the keys from your vest and unlocked the door.

"I'll watch the hall." Price spoke, closing the door for you as you entered the room.

Gaz's cell was the same as Price’s; same dim light and metallic scent. You pulled your mask down and the scent hit you hard. Shaking it off you moved toward Gaz, his head was limp against his chest, slow breaths could be heard emanating from him.

"Gaz?" You kneeled down and set a hand on his shoulder as soon as you were close enough. Blood slowly trickled from his nose and you assumed it was broken by the new angle it was bent at.

"Come on Kyle, we gotta go." You gently shook him, a light groan left him as he woke.

Bleary eyes met yours as he regained consciousness, a smile forming from cracked lips. "My hero."

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him before gently removing the chains holding him in place and standing in front of him. "Can you stand?"

Tentatively he stood grabbing your shoulder for support. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them, clearer than they were before. "Ready to roll."

The door opened and Price dragged a dead guard in with him. You felt Gaz tense next to you and realized Price still had his mask up, so you addressed him. “Having fun out there without me, Captain?”

Price pulled his mask down and looked toward Gaz who relaxed his grip on your shoulder. "Wouldn’t dream of it. Good to see you're still standing, Sergeant."

"You too, Cap." Gaz let go of you, rolling his shoulders back in preparation for the fight to come.

"Get dressed," You pointed at the Shadow Price just dragged in. "Soap and Ghost are on the top floor."

"Don't you have a squad with you?" Gaz questioned.

"No, they came by themselves." Price interjected.

"Badass." Gaz moved to high-five you.

Price grabbed Gaz's wrist before his hand could meet yours, placing the Shadow's uniform in it instead. "Don't encourage them."

You smiled sheepishly at Gaz as you moved back toward the door. "We should get moving. I've made a dent in their numbers but it's only a matter of time before someone finds the trail of bodies I've left and sets off some alarms." You pulled some C4 from your pack and affixed it to the wall next to the door. "Ready?"

"Got your back," Gaz spoke as he finished getting dressed. Price handed him the gun that the Shadow had been carrying. He pulled his mask back up and you and Gaz mirrored the motion.

You opened the door, the two men falling into step behind you. You lead them to one of the stairwells you’d noticed earlier, it would take you straight to the top floor. You didn’t want to prolong your stay here any longer, neither of the men with you would admit it but you could see the physical toll their time here had taken. They both moved cautiously and you could see a slight limp from Gaz.

After ascending the stairs, stopping a couple of times to plant explosives, you slowly approached the door. You peeked through the small window in the door. The top floor was much smaller than the rest, the door opened to a large room with one door situated to the right, and one guard stationed in front of it. He was a hulking figure, taller than Ghost but leaner. He stood between you and the room that held the rest of your team.

Years of sparring with Ghost had taught you how to fight an opponent who was stronger and bigger than you. He wanted to make sure you knew how to defend yourself in any situation. Mentally, you thanked him as you formed a plan of attack.

"Let me get him out of the way. Keep going," You unhooked the keys from your vest and handed them to Price. "Ghost and Soap should be through that door. As soon as I engage, move."

"Y/n-" Gaz began to protest but you cut him off.

"Neither of you are in any condition to fight him off and we can't make too much noise until we get through that door. That big fucker is the last thing standing between us and them. I'll be right behind you." You pulled three comms from your vest and handed one to Price and Gaz then put the other in your own ear. You pulled out two more and handed them to Price who tucked them into his pocket. "And if we're still doing our dance by the time you're done then I'll shoot him and we can blow these fuckers sky high."

“Shouldn’t I be giving the orders?” Price spoke with no real heat.

“I’m open to suggestions, I’m a just and fair tyrant.” You smiled and Price shook his head.

"We'll be fast," Gaz spoke up and patted your shoulder.

"You better." You spoke as you exited the stairwell and headed straight for the guard.

He stood up straighter as you got close, eyeing you incredulously. “No one is allowed up here. Name and rank?” He spoke, voice stern.

“Ah yes,” You stopped right in front of him. “Sergeant none ya business.” You smiled and could have sworn you heard Soap’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Who’s your commanding officer?” He raised his voice more, crossing his arms as he stared you down.

“That would be Captain kiss my ass.” This time you were sure you’d heard Soap laughing. Deciding not to further press your luck with the bantering you sent a swift kick into the man's crotch. It was a low blow sure but this was Shadow Company and they deserve far worse for their actions in Las Almas. He doubled over and you used your leverage to throw him to the side and away from the door.

“Now, Price!” You yelled into your comm. Quickly the pair ran from the stairwell and toward the door, unlocking it and heading inside.

Your opponent had recovered and lunged toward you, but easily you dodged. Kicking a leg out you knocked him off balance and onto the floor.

It was a momentarily lapse, your mind focused solely on the opponent in front of you, and you didn't notice the one that had just exited the stairs. A shot rang out, then a scream tore from your throat. The bullet lodged itself into your pelvis and you fell backward. The first guard lunged positioning himself on top of you and wrapping his hands firmly around your throat.

“Y/n what’s going on?” Price’s worried voice sounded in your ear but you couldn’t respond. Your body acted on pure instinct then, grabbing your sidearm and firing two shots. One for the man above you and one for the other, both bullets hitting their mark.

The Shadow fell limp on top of you, effectively knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your side screamed in protest at the weight but you were unable to move.

"Y/n, how copy?" Price's voice rang through your ear again as your vision began to blur. Strength slowly left your body as you tried to push the dead Shadow off of you to no avail.

Suddenly the weight was lifted off of you. Ghost and Price threw the Shadow to the side while Soap kneeled next to you. “Y/n you keep those pretty eyes open for me, aye?”

“Doing my best, Johnny.” You wheezed out, the fog quickly leeching into your mind.

He smiled softly at you. “I know.”

Ghost was staring at you behind his mask, worry creasing his eyes. “What’s our exfil?”

“There’s a truck two miles north of here in a clearing.” You spoke, wincing as Soap put pressure on your wound.

"Reinforcements?" Ghost questioned.

Price sighed, "Y/n came alone."

"Bloody hell." Ghost feigned disappointment, despite your current state, he was impressed.

"That's fuckin' badass." Soap beamed at you, squeezing your shoulder.

"That's what I said." Gaz smiled, wincing when he reopened his lip again.

"Stop encouraging them." Price shook his head as he spoke. “Ghost grab them let’s get the hell out of here.”

The conversion sounded further and further away as blood pooled beneath you. You used your last bit of energy to pull the detonator from your vest and handed it to Soap.

“Do the honors would ya?” You breathed out before the world went dark.

-

Heat radiating in your side brought you slowly to consciousness. Your brain struggled to regain traction in the fog that clouded it. The mission came back to you slowly, the fight, the gunshot, the boys. Panic set in, you didn’t know if they got out. Your eyes shot open as you sat up, violent dots danced in your vision and you could hear movement near you, something beeped incessantly to your right.

A familiar voice entered your ears. “Hey, you’re okay, I got you.”

Calloused hands settled on your shoulders, grounding you. The beeping slowed. “You’re in the hospital on base.”

Your eyes finally cleared and you could see Price standing next to your bed. He gently guided you to lay back down and that's when you noticed the rest of the team at the foot of your bed. Various bandages and bruises littered their bodies but they were alive.

You tried to speak but ended up coughing instead. Ghost appeared in front of you and silently handed you a glass of water with a straw.

“Did I miss a party?” You managed after wetting your throat, voice still hoarse.

“It seems we did.” Soap smiled patting your shin.

“How're you feeling?” Gaz asked.

You shrugged. “Good as I can I guess. Just glad everyone made it out.”

“You did good,” Price spoke. “But don’t ever do that again or I will sign your discharge forms myself.”

“Yes sir.” He smiled at you and patted your shoulder. You knew the statement came from a place of worry. Your infiltration could have easily gone a different route and you could have been sitting in the morgue right now.

Instead, you were surrounded by your found family.

A light atmosphere settled in the room, you watched content as the boys chatted amongst themselves. You laughed at the terrible jokes Ghost and Soap were telling each other. Smiled while Gaz and Price told the story of Gaz falling out of a helicopter for the millionth time. The 141 would live to fight another day and god help anyway who tried to stand in their way.

[hrt2dnf]

Dream arrives home, eyes about to shut themselves away from the world. Yet, through the thick fog of sleepiness and his bed calling for him, he refuses to sleep without George beside him.

[ Inspired by Dream’s tweet. A DNF fic. ]

Dream, with unsteady legs, shuffles towards the door of their house, holding the keys between trembling fingers, unlocking the door. Tiredness was draining him, leaving behind his body completely frail and needing to get under the covers. It felt like eternity since he had been staying with his parents, and he figured that he was in the correct shape to return home, but he wasn’t.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go back to your home?” His mother called out from the hole in the car, where the window was supposed to be.

“Yeah, I am,” Dream yells back, but his voice could not overpower the sound of the engine, so following his response he gives her a thumbs up.

Taking small steps into the house, he views what was around him. The house was dark, with only the television illuminating the living room, its light also entering the kitchen. George was splayed across the couch, with a remote control in his hand to switch between the various channels that were broadcasted.

“George?” Dream asks, in a weak, wavering voice.

“Dream?” George immediately sits up. “You’re home already?”

“I am home, I texted that to you.”

“I didn’t realise that much time had passed, I thought you would be arriving a little later.” George gets up, and after a while, the sound of footsteps getting more and more distant from him was the only thing that he could identify amidst muttering from the actors on the screen and the darkness. Then, with the sound of a flip of a switch, the light flickers to life. George was next to the light switch, but made his way to Dream. “How was the surgery and the stay at your parents’ house?”

“They were fine. I’m tired, though.”

George scanned Dream’s face up and down, and shame built inside of him as he realised how his face wasn’t lighting up the way it does; now, it’s filled with gloom as tiredness stops him from doing so. “How tired are you?”

“I feel like I have been interrupted from my sleep. I want to go back to sleep.”

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“I have, just before I came here. I only want to sleep, George.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. Are you okay with walking by yourself?”

He could feel the way his heart melts in the cavity of his chest; George is always so gentle, so careful. “I’m okay with walking by myself.”

“Okay. Your bed is just around the corner. Come on, it’s not that far,” George gestured to the end of the hallway, and as he walked slowly along to Dream’s pace, he kept glancing behind him, checking on Dream.

Dream was doing anything and everything he could in his fragile state to stay strong for George, though it does feel like a lot of energy is being forced into his legs to keep walking. Forcing his spine upright. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on the hallway ahead.

After what felt like forever, they finally reached his bedroom. Dream immediately let himself collapse onto the bed. However, when he turned around, he could see George turning around to leave him. “Wait,” he says. “Can you stay with me?”

George looks at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your sleep.”

“I’m sure. I don’t want to sleep without you.”

“Okay.” George climbs into the blankets, covering himself and Dream. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” After a moment of silence, Dream breaks it by saying, “I haven’t seen Sapnap today.”

“He went out to run some errands.”

“This late at night?”

“Yeah, I don’t know, he is someone who likes to do things last-minute, you know that.”

Dream forces the last bit of laughter out of his throat, before he was exhausted like smothered embers. “Let’s sleep, okay?”

“Do you want me to sleep with you?”

“Of course I do. I miss you.”

George smiles, as they both close their eyes, and they both dive into the sea of sleep.

---

Dream pulled up his shirt. In the mirror was a scar, a mix of purple and red, running across his waist. As his fingertips ghosted over the mark, the bathroom door was knocked. “Come in,” Dream said.

George walked inside, and looked at what Dream had been staring at all this while. “Dream? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I was thinking about the scar that I got from my surgery, that’s all.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“It looks nice. At least I’m healthier after this surgery.”

George gives him a smile, the light he had been seeking. As George takes a couple steps forward, he takes a hold of the shirt in his fist and pulls it higher until his knuckles brushed underneath Dream’s chest. His head dips downwards.

“What—What are you doing—Hey!” Dream laughs out loud, echoing from the bathroom walls, as George plants small, ticklish pecks across his scar. Though, he can’t help but to admit that the sensation was sprouting flowers within him; he felt like he was in a flower field during spring.

“You’re beautiful, this is your fault,” George grins, playfully.

“My fault?”

“Yes, this is your fault.” A small laugh was enough to trip Dream into a pit of euphoria. George was his home, and he’d always feel safe under his roof, and even if he was wrecked, he’s always stumbling back to him.

[noodles-n-soba]

A general's intuition

CW: Didn't proofread~, bad jokes, a lot of time skips

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Masterlist

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Your eyes had enjoyed the vast views of Sumeru city, marked up by greenery and complex architecture. Situated in the middle of nowhere, you wiped a drop of sweat off your forehead while sighing deeply. Why did you take on that commission that'd send you to your own personal hell again? Of course, curiosity killed the cat.. And this time you were in fact the cat, about to get demolished by heat. The desert had nothing to your liking, it was too hot, too empty, too misleading, and there were barely people to talk to.. You were not too much of a stranger to the idea of nobody talking to you, but to put it simple.. It did not help to get you further in your investigation..! Currently you were sitting under the shade of a palm tree, patiently awaiting the sun's department so you could continue wandering in the evening shade.. It was annoying, you constantly felt the need to fall asleep each time your mind decided it was time to rethink stuff.. Eyes automatically closing. Gosh, this heat was working on your nerves and body.. Irritating.

The last few days you had been sent out to the desert to do more and more commissions, only to arrive at the scene and find out everything was already dealt with. You still got paid fully even though you barely did anything, even protesting about the matter at hand to Katheryne, but she smiled while saying it was okay. You didn't know who managed to do all your tasks, but you wouldn't necessarily attack the person for stealing your duties.. If you could laze around a bit and get paid anyways.. You weren't lazy! That wasn't the case.. This mysterious person just caused your life to become a tad easier.

Before you knew it the heat had taken over your head, you dozing off while thinking about everything and nothing. Even though this person completed your commissions, your main goal was still unsolved.. And you weren't planning on asking anybody to help you, you had to be the first and last one to witness and undergo such a thing. You dreamt of black screens, nothing really more.. Sometimes there were thoughts that even appeared in your sleep, consciousness somehow returning while you were in your personal resting space.. A phenomenal experience, but you did nothing. This sounded like some weird spiritual Akademiya thing, in no way you wanted to get involved with those pigs.

Never interested in the Akademiya, not even reconsidering going there after being spotted by some dude who called himself a teacher on the Akademiya.. Your gut feeling always told you not to go there, and you weren't mistaken. You made the right choice to follow the path of Adventuring. You made friends along the way , learned all sorts of other things.. Cultures, fighting techniques.. Yes, how great. If you were signed in for the Akademiya you had probably been writing papers right now in a room with nothing. This way of living would give you an feeling of freedom, not an open window that would allow the wind to come through in your room. You slowly got woken up, sun burning straight into your face. You cringed as you sat up, stretching arms and legs. Had you really been sleeping so incredibly long..? You were supposed to leave when the sun touched the horizon.

"You seem lost and exhausted, am I by any chance correct..?" The voice seemed so calm, but it made sure your body flinched and flopped around as you tried standing up rapidly to face whoever was standing next to you. You tried reaching out for your weapon, only to realize it had been taken away. The moment you finally stood on two feet, fists ready for hand to hand combat..  You realized that the man standing in front of you didn't mean any harm while giving you a dry face expression. You awkwardly lowered your guard, looking at your weapon in his hands. "... I'm not lost, I'm exhausted. Can I have my weapon back.. I had to depart way earlier.. I'm in a hurry actually.." You notified, holding out your hand and expected to retrieve your weapon back in no time.. But he simply kept staring at your face, not budging whatsoever. ".. State your business." He then brought out, you squinted in irritation while stretching your arm even further to hint him that you were waiting for him to place YOUR weapon in YOUR hand.. ".. Say, Mr. Wanna know it all, how about you hand me over my iron and I'll leave. You got no business with me here, I don't have the entire day." Your hand grabbed the handle of your weapon and tried pulling it towards yourself, but he held on pretty tight. "Injustice must be punished, so now.. (Y/n), what are your true motives. I don't believe you are doing commissions." His set of scarlet red eyes caused you to shiver, directly staring into your damn soul for a second or two before you subconsciously let go of your weapon. ".. You are the one who has been finishing all my commissions aren't you..? Why are you doing all my work...!?" You snapped rudely, he remained as calm as he was before as he looked further into the desert behind you.. Sand, sand.. More sand. Yes. Still, he knew this place better than everyone.

"You're trying to get past something that has been locked up for a very long time, you might pose a threat to the people of Sumeru." You had enough of it, with an almost invisible to eye movement you snatched your weapon out of his hands and pointed your finger to him. "If you'd just ask me officer..! Because you know for sure that you are allowed to know everything..-!" "Cyno is the name." You immediately gulped, eyes wide open while you slowly started realizing who you were dealing with. THE Cyno, ex General Mahamatra.. Oh, yeah, you were messing with the wrong one. Not even a minute and you sat back on the ground completely defeated, looking over the oasis you were currently at while you sighed.

".. Since I don't have any choice or escape plan.." Quite reluctant you told the guy about you planning on searching abandoned Ruins that were originally closed off for the public, searching for merely one object which included a remote like mechanism.. Nothing more or less, simply that. The words sparked some interest in him, lowering his own polearm as he extended his arm out to you. ".. I'll help you. That way I can keep an eye out for you... If I see you having any ill intentions, I won't hesitate to make sure your hands will never feel the item you're looking for.. " Of course, an indication that he'd cut off your hands.. Eh.. It's not as if you were going to blow up the entirety of Teyvat to begin with.

Days had passed, underground tunnels that had been followed led to nothing but piles of empty boxes and stone slates which didn't spark your interest. How hard would it be to find a REMOTE. COME ONN..! You hated how spiders would crawl out of small places once you pushed a single vase, or how there were those stupid primal constructs which were activated once you walked past them.. You were a great fighter but if you had to be honest, you didn't even needed to do anything.. Since Cyno would take them down in one single strike.. Every single time you heard the well known robotic clicks, he'd already pull you back.. Standing in front of you and told you that you didn't need to do anything.

… You thought you had imagined it, your chest just used to reverb the harsh sounds of the mechanisms… But the moment you came across a few Treasure hoards, him pulling you close to him the moment they circled around you.. You realized that your heart was beating so hard-. Eyes wide open you were frozen, hearing him letting out an annoying 'tch' before he let go and tapped your shoulder. ".. Not exactly the right moment to freeze in place." He mumbled, you immediately broke out of your thought bubble and unsheathed your weapon on the spot.

How long would it take? Well, if you told the tale to someone else you wouldn’t even try going into details.. It took you too long to find it… But you did enjoy your time in Sumeru with Cyno. A couple of months later, you weren't actually actively trying to find your item, but basically climbing ranks in Sumeru's adventure system. Staring at the blue sky, enjoying the fact you could just casually float in a small pool in this hot desert temperature.. What a life. The fact you finished your commissions so quickly every day, no stress at all and you could just.. Chill around..! What a great day again.

"(Y/n), are you done." Nearly drowning in the water you tried sitting up straight, hair ruined and looking like a gremlin once your feet were on the bottom of the pool created by nature itself. "What is your problem…" You squinted, seeing Cyno standing there.. No, he was the one looking like a gremlin.. Jesus. A tiny gremlin who RUINED YOUR SUNBATHING MOMENT. He nudged for you to come over, irritated you swam towards him and climbed out of the pool. "Look, didn't you notice the sky changing color. Why does it think it is that powerful huh?" Confused you looked at the guy while drying yourself with a towel you had prepared. "What do you mean, it's a.. Shade of green.. That's odd though. But why is it powerful..?" Cyno stared you straight in the soul, face expression as blank as ever: "Since it's always looking down on us."

...

You threw your towel with mach 3 to his face as you put on your shirt, shaking your head in disappointed. "You understand? Because the sk-" "Cyno, please.- " He blinked a few times.. Sighing deeply as he picked up your weapon for you and waited till you were done before he handed it over. "Hey (Y/n), I got another one that you will definitely understand." You glared at him once more before you snatched your weapon out of his hands. "... I'm tired of your jokes.." You admitted and rubbed your forehead. He silently waited till you gave him consent, knowing you would eventually do.. and guess he was right. "Go ahead..  But it's the last one. I'm hungry and I wanna have dinner. Also, it's on me today.." You notified with a soft smile on your face, Cyno shook his head. "No. Not necessary. Anyways, I'm sure we'll settle this matter later. (Y/n), do you know why I want to reshuffle the alphabet?" You cringed as you held your weapon tightly in your hand.. Why were you standing still here.. Why weren't you walking back to the village yet? The sun was already setting, and him telling stupid jokes wasn't making it better. "Well, beats me. I don't know." With a small shrug of your shoulders you started walking, there was no reason staying here if you weren't in the cooling waters of an oasis. "It's all for the sake of putting U and I together.. Forever."

You nodded, not understanding his joke again.. But you just let it slide, he'd try to explain it anywa-

"Did you understand. I just said that because I'm in love with you, so I will put u.. Y-o-u but with u as in the letter.. And I.. Me, Cyno.. Together. Just as a coup-" Noticing how your eyes were wide open, pupils constricted and body completely frozen he slowly quit talking. ".. That one was pretty good." He placed an index finger under his chin, nodding afterwards to confirm his own comment. ".. You.. Are in love with me?" Your face turned a shade of red in an instant, covering it with your hands and looked off to the side. "Feelings are to be spoken off, don't you agree (Y/n). Though, I don’t mind if the feeling isn't mutual." You shook your head firmly and grinned.. "I don't think you've got to worry about that.. What about a dinner with a few candles..? And let's look at the stars at this evening.. Sumeru's sky is surely really pretty at night.." You couldn't stop smiling, continuing to hop over to the direction of the deserts village. ".. So, can I assume the feeling is mutual somewhere..?" Cyno's eyes lit up, catching up with you in a few seconds. "… Eh?" You blinked a few times, he sniffed disapproving. ".. You're being careless, I'm one step ahead.. So.. I can protect you."

[raichett]

For writing prompt- something about Grian and Zed’s Tango-wrangling adventure. Or something shippy with Team ZIT regarding the same shenanigans?

Oh, I am always up for some Team ZIT content!

This flash fic can also be found on AO3 here.

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AWARD

Tango comes out of his AFK state to see Impulse’s big grin and mirthful eyes leering at him. The next thing he’s aware of is how wet he is, stranded at the top of a bubble elevator in the shopping district, the Entity off to the side and below him.

Tango does not have a particularly composed reaction to his newest predicament: he squawks, flails, and nearly falls out of the bubble elevator, Impulse’s booming laugh echoing in his ears as his much-larger boyfriend grabs him with his much-larger hands and hauls Tango back by his shoulders.

“Oh, they got you good, didn’t they?” Impulse says as he rights Tango, helping him in his quest to pull himself out of the bubble elevator and onto the surrounding glass blocks, steadying him so he doesn’t slip.

“I don’t even know who they are,” Tango grumbles as he squeezes water out of the bottom of his jacket – his trousers he gives up as a lost cause – and gazes around the evening light filtering through the shopping district. “Heck, but whoever it was, they really did get me,” he says, his chest filling with equal parts awe, confusion, and humour as he pulls out his communicator to see the time, reading his new list of advancements in the notification window. He flips it around to show Impulse. “How’d I get all these advancements while AFK? Better yet, why?”

“Oh, well, just to see if it could be done, I think,” Impulse answers. A smile is lingering around his lips.

Tango narrows his eyes. It’s such a Hermit answer, is the thing. There are so many things on this server that are done just to see if it’s possible and Tango has hardly been any exception to that in his time as a Hermit. “You know who did this.”

“You mean who made you the most efficient and productive AFK-er yet?” Impulse asks. “I might know a little something-something.”

Tango scrolls through the list of advancements as he waits out Impulse; his boyfriend really, really wants to spill what he knows, so Tango’s not going to ask and instead make Impulse impatient enough to say it first. “Uh-huh…” He squints at the screen, glances around, and comments, “So I guess all this was for Great View From Up Here?”

Impulse practically vibrates next to him. Tango swallows a smirk. “Yep.”

“And I suppose Grian’s doorman shulker was utilised?” Tango asks, tilting his head down at the Entity and watching Impulse from the corner of his eye. He shivers; the evening chill is creeping in, and he’s still pretty wet. “Stupid question, the answer’s obviously yes. C’mon, let’s go to yours – I want to warm up and get dry.”

“I’ll message Zed,” Impulse says as Tango sorts out his elytra. The thing can fly even when wet, thankfully, but he still takes the time to squeeze water out of the thick membrane. “Oh – quick response for Zed – he said he’ll meet us there.”

Zedaph is notorious for getting caught up in his eccentric experiments and not seeing messages for hours. Tango narrows his eyes suspiciously; giving people advancements while AFK, especially hard to get ones, sounds like exactly the type of challenge that Zedaph has been setting for himself all season.

“Then let’s go,” Tango says, firing a rocket and taking off, Impulse right behind him, as they soar over to his base. He winces in the frigid blasts of air, the wind cutting cold with the sun so low on the horizon. Impulse sees him shiver, reaches out a hand, and Tango takes it. His boyfriend’s fingers are scorching hot where their fingertips meet, just far enough apart for their elytra not to tangle.

They swoop down and land on the grass, Zedaph waiting outside with a mischievous grin and a golden trophy in his hands.

“Heard you’ve been a busy little bee, Tango!” he says as they walk up to him, Impulse back to shifting eagerly beside him. “Must be hard, doing a whole lot of nothing. In fact, you should be awarded for it!”

Zedaph thrusts out the trophy and Tango reads it, amused.

Awarded For Knothing

It takes Tango a moment to parse the acronym as AFK, and then he snorts, laughing. “Only you, Zed,” he says, taking the trophy in exchange for a kiss. Impulse is chuckling next to them.

“Well, to be fair, Grian helped a bit as well,” Zedaph says, beaming. “I had major shenanigans going on and who better to ask than our resident pesky bird, yeah?”

“And very fine mischief the pair of you got up to,” Tango says, impressed. Hermits don’t do anything halfway, and that includes mischief. “You should beware, by the way. You know I volley back whatever you serve up.”

Zedaph laughs, not even nervous. “Oh, I know,” he says, taking Impulse’s hand to bring them into a group hug, unminding of how wet Tango still is. “I look forward to it.”

[renneiscent]

The Heist 31

WN: I finally managed to write this chapter. This is short since I'm afraid to add new information (and still confused), thus I just give the chance toward someone to straighten up everything [laugh nervously].

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“You mean the hard drive Mark let us alone with when he left the room?” Jake holds up a black, square object. “This one?”

“You switched it?”

Jake grins. “Of course. Now we just have to check if he told the truth for once and really put the evidence we need on here. Or if this is just another trap.”

While on the way we are heading to a safe place, Jake is making himself busy by trying to decipher the secret code which attached inside the flash drive. Of course Mark isn’t that reckless to let anyone easily access the whatever private information he put in there. Since Jake is being so focused with what he is doing, I’m making myself busy by trying to reach Christopher. But no answer at all, I’m in between anxious and worried with whatever the thing that makes Christopher didn’t pick up my call.

I’m staring at the window as I’m trying to process what just happened tonight. The deal we are supposed to do with either FBI or Mark, Kyle’s decision to save his sister, the evidence on our hand, and also… the actual relationship among these three. I take a glance to the Kyle and Jake in front of me; Kyle’s gaze is fixated on the dark road with trees everywhere, I still don’t know where we are heading but I don’t bother to ask. Meanwhile Jake is still in hyper focus state with some green codes are popping out on his screen. I don’t want to obstruct his concentration so I just remain silence.

Everything suddenly looks so complicated and I’m actually terrified with what will come next. Mainly with the decision that we need to cooperate with Mark, this douchebag, oh my… I wish I took the chance to punch him back then. I regret my decision to not force them to include me in their discussion. I need to know what they talked about back then, no… it’s more like perhaps I’m scared to hear the possibility that Mark offers something to Jake or Jake is hiding something from me again. I still want to hear about his explanation—his real explanation about everything.

It’s not like I want to push him though, but to find out that your partner has adoptive brother who is a cyber-criminal and happening to be your main goal to take him down. What comes next? An invisible flying unicorn as government’s spy or something? I didn’t even realize that I keep staring at Jake’s back in front seat until he called me and look at me toward the rear-view mirror.

“You okay?” His eyes are colored by concern. How am I supposed to do when that ocean wave is trying to absorb me to drown there despite the fact there is not so much light around us but I still managed to be amused with his eyes.

I nod and give him my sincere smile. I really want to discuss about everything but I don’t know where I should start with.

“Christopher still out of reach?” Jake inquires.

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s happening. Maybe he is sleeping or busy with something else. I will try to reach him again later.” I explain.

“Try to rest a bit, okay? We still have time. I will wake you up when we are arrived.” His eyes then shifting to the screen, trying to decipher the code back. It seems like he is working so hard to solve whatever Mark put inside the drive.

“Before that,” Kyle finally speaks. “What should we do next actually? Did you two know what Mark plan already?”

My body stiffened up, I’m not sure what should we say to Kyle. I take a glance to Jake and he didn’t seem bothered while still busy with his laptop. “We will explain it later, Kyle. My hands are kind of full here.”

“MC, since you are still awake…”

“She needs rest, Kyle. Let her be.” Jake immediately cut Kyle without letting me speak for myself.

I realized about my words back then, about my words that saying I will take whatever it is to make Jake’s free, to make him taste the freedom, no matter what kind of decision I will choose. But facing Kyle right now who is asking for the next plan, Christopher who has done so much, and so did James. I suddenly feel puzzled and don’t know what to do.

I need to untwine these tangled yarns in front of me first and think everything clearly.

“Have you two ever heard about cross-examination in trial?” I lean on the passenger seat while my eyes are staring at the window; watching the sky outside is still dark with the trees are surrounding as if they accompany us while roaming deeper.

I didn’t even need to glance because I know that both of Kyle and Jake are trying to look at me through the rear-view mirror right now. “Basically it's how both parties from lawyer or prosecutor have opportunity to question the witness so they can get the information either it's helpful or it makes to doubt the witness's testimony.”

“What are you talking about, MC?” Kyle sounds impatient.

My eyes are moving from the window to stare their eyes deeply. “Level with me, misters. No more secrets or covert information that you two trying to hide it from me or something. I’m the mixed of weary, anxious, confused, and so many things inside my head right now. When we arrived, I want you two to cooperate and answer my question.”

I need to know if both of them are stating facts or even I need to cross check if there is a lie which slipped and I didn’t even realize.

Go go, @03patrickstar.

[lostforysbth]

cw// mini (fairy) yeonjun pt 3

soobin was only just beginning to adapt to living with a fairy when he had to face his next hurdle.

on a cloudy friday afternoon, soobin was in the kitchen again. he finally baked a good pie filled with strawberry, the previous ones either being undercooked or over. he was excitedly preparing sliced strawberries for the decoration when he heard knocks on his front door.

panicked, he quickly wiped his hands on his apron and went to the living room. the human made eye contact with an equally wide-eyed fairy, who was previously watching tv while munching on whole strawberries. soobin wildly gestured for yeonjun to go to his bedroom while he answered the door, but it only looked on questioningly.

at another set of knocks, he shouted, "just a minute!", as he got the fairy into his room before heading to the door.

"what took you so long?" on his porch stood taehyun with a cat cage and a small backpack in tow, soobn took in the sight with a curious look.

"if you didn't guess it already, i was baking." he said as he gestured at his apron. the younger huffed before entering the house. he took a seat on the living room sofa before explaining his reason of visit, long story short, soobin now lived in a house with a fairy and a feline named 'tyun'.

"you named the cat after yourself?"

"problem?" the glare from taehyun immediately got his hands up in defense.

"none."

after the younger left, he'd set up the food and water bowls, litter box, and cat tower as he was instructed. while the cat sniffed his sofa, he went back to his room.

"yeonjun?"

"soobin! over here, look!" the fairy was peering out the window, cheek pressed against the glass. standing behind the fairy, soobin tried to see what it was pointing out to him.

"what is it?"

"there! don't you see it?"

"no, what am i supposed to be seeing?"

"the cocoon!"

with the object specified, soobin squinted again and finally saw it dangling from the window handle. "the caterpillar was my friend in the garden and i totally forgot it made its cocoon here."

the fairy continued looking at its friend's unmoving form in awe. "do you know how much longer it'll take?"

"no, but I'm sure it won't take that long." soobin didn't have the heart to refute. instead, he brought up another important matter.

"there's someone I need you to meet." the fairy allowed soobin to carry it in his chest pocket, 'for safety', he'd said, and yeonjun couldn't help the twinge of fear. when they finally reached the living room, it gasped.

"kitty!" yeonjun clammered in its confines, trying to get out and rush to the furry feline. "soobin help me!"

the human held back a chuckle at its frenzied state, his heart skipping a beat at the cuteness he just winessed. "here," he said as he offered his paim. as they approached tyun, soobin started to worry, will the cat like the fairy? it should, right? since the fairy could sort of communicate with animals? but the worries weren't false.

when yeonjun reached out to pet the cat, it flinched and hissed before running away.

now, in soobin's hand was a sulky, pouty fairy. it whined as it watched the cat running around the house. "why doesn't it like me?" the human only hummed in sympathy, offering a finger from his other hand as consolation.

seeing the appendage come close, yeonjun pulled it closer and hugged it tight. it rested its cheek against the finger and continued whining and whimpering as it witnessed the cat's fluffy cuteness.

"it's not fair, what'd i do!"

"shh, it's okay, tyun will come around." the fairy buried its face against the skin of the finger in its arms. feeling slight wetness, scobin inspected the yeonjun closer. "are you... crying?"

"no!" it sobbed.

"c'mon, we'll get you some strawberries, hm? it's okay, shh, it's okay, junnie."

yeonjun was finally quiet now but he chomped on the strawberries like he held a personal grudge. his eyes still trained on the cat whenever it came to view, otherwise he would blankly stare at the tv screen.

soobin held back his laugh.

"how about you feed it a snack later?"

"can i?"

"we can try," soobin said as he shrugged. it can't be that bad. and it wasn't that bad, kinda. other than the fact that tyun knocked yeonjun into its water bowl earlier, and now said fairy was running after the feline.

"yeonjun, be careful!" his eyes struggle to keep up as he righted any objects that got bumped into. his eyebrows scrunch in worry as he watched the tiny fairy attempt to chase the cat with a metal spoon in its hands, the same spoon it had used to offer (snacks) its friendship earlier. getting lost in his thoughts, soobin's daze got cut off when he heard tyun hiss out of his vision.

"tyun? where are you, kitty?" he asked.

in the same moment yeonjun, screamed- "soobin, help!"

then, from under the couch, the fairy appeared but it started running again. except this time, the cat was doing the chasing. luckily, soobin was a trained petsitter and managed to catch tyun before the cat could get far.

"shh, it's okay, did yeonjun bother you?" he asked as he patted the cat in his arms, hand twisted a little to reach her head. yeonjun pouted from where he stood under a dining chair.

"she started it!"

"yeonjun..." the fairy huffed at the scolding gaze that was sent his way, all too familiar with it. it left for the bedroom shortly after, not wanting to see his human consoling the enemy any longer. once tyun was asleep on her catbed, he took a picture to send to her owner. confirming that the text got delivered, he pocketed his phone before tidying up the house for the night. he closed the tv, threw away used litter, switched off lights and all his other nightly routines.

by the time he was done, it was 10pm, an hour later than usual. he sighed as he stepped into the shower. the next three days were gonna be long for him, he thought to himself. rinsing off the soap suds, the scent suddenly reminded him of the fairy's first bath. he smiled then.

entering his room with only a towel felt like a punishment. somewhere in the time it took him to calm tyun down, yeonjun had found the aircon remote and turned it on. he quickly went through his drawers to find some pyjamas to wear, nearly tripping while pulling on the pants.

"yeonjun? are you asleep?" he asked as he approached the bed. he lifted the blanket a little and in the centre of his side of the bed was the fairy, curled up in a sad silhouette. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," it mumbled, making no move to give space for the human to lay rest.

"can i lay down with you?" the fairy only hummed as it shrugged, its position making the movement look smaller than usual. soobin sighed through his nose, not really knowing what to do with a non-responsive yeonjun.

he was used to the loud, emotional yeonjun. the expressive, dramatic yeonjun.

the yeonjun who pouted when soobin took away its strawberries. the yeonjun who gasped at every bee that buzzed by the window. the yeonjun who whined to sleep with his rabbit plush even though it had one of its own.

this yeonjun was new to him.

soobin grabbed the two rabbit plushies on yeonjun's side of the bed and climbed on. "wanna sleep with bunny tonight?" he offered his own plushie to the fairy but, with its back still turned to the human, it shook its head. "you sure?"

he didn't receive any response after that. hugging both rabbits, one in the crevice of each arm, he lied on his back to face the ceiling.

"i'm sure tyun will warm up to you eventually. you still have two more days to get to know each other so we'll work on it again tomorrow, okay?" he turned his head to his side but there was no movement from yeonjun. soobin sighed, turning so his back faced the fairy before sleep took over.

in the dark, the fairy's eyes were wide open, wings fluttering weakly at every soft snore the human let out.

yeonjun hated this. being a disappointment, being a burden. he'd left the land of the fae exactly for this reason but nothing had changed. barely any animals still spoke to him after he'd ran away, his name shunned by his own people.

for hours, he laid there, barely breathing as he got lost in his own thoughts. he was only pulled out of them when he heard scratching outside of the room. he peeked to see soobin still snoring away, though now on his back rather than his side.

the fairy snuck away, struggling with all the movements needed to reach the door from the bed.

fortunately, the bed wasn't too high up.

unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for the door handle.

with the help of a nearby cabinet and a little force from his nearly-useless wings, he managed to get on the handle. yeonjun tested his luck first, jumping a little on the metal. it rattled a bit, the noise making him flinch and immediately look to soobin's figure.

the human snorted a bit before rolling on his side, head turned away from the fairy. he started snoring again not long after so yeonjun tried again.

he jumped and jumped, adding more force with each try. he almost got it, heard the hinge get caught before it went back in a place. just a little more and it'll open. he kept jumping until-

click

'yes!' he screamed in his head, but in the next second, he felt his foot slipping. 'uh oh.'

when he opened his eyes again, there was a soft breeze blowing from behind him and from atop him. he squinted to see past the wind and saw two beady eyes staring right at him in the soft sunlight. he gasped, scurrying backwards 'til he hit the door. the breeze from under it still blew into the room, causing him to shiver.

at a quiet thump, his gaze fixated onto the creature in front him, slowly stalking towards him.

"hey, kitty..," he said awkwardly as his lips lifted in a wobbly smile. "friends?"

he squeaked when the feline's pace suddenly increased, holding his arms in front of his head in defense. but instead of sharp fangs or claws to his body, he felt a tickling on his palm. "hm?"

peeking between the space of his arms, he saw white.

white fur took up his whole vision, the cat too close for him to see anything else. slowly, he moved his hand from the cat's nose to atop her head. he heard a purr coming from her throat, the vibrations travelling down his arm and wracking his whole being. he moved his arms as much as he could, patting it the way he saw soobin had done it. "you like that?"

she chirped in response, an adorable little sound like the cute cat that it was. tyun bowed her head lower and lower, until eventually, she was on her back. yeonjun moved along with her, going from head pats and neck scratches to giving her belly rubs.

"this what you want, tyunnie? is this what you want?" he cooed at her with his best baby voice. the feline responded with her own mews and chirps, the two stuck in their own world. they were so into it that they didn't realise the pair of eyes watching them from the bed, a fond smile on the human's lips.

at first, after hearing yeonjun's and tyun's voices, he'd woken up with a jolt at the thought of the fairy in trouble again. but upon seeing them interacting, yeonjun cooing and probably unconsciously making faces as he babied the feline, soobin slumped back into his bed.

"you two having fun?"

the fairy gasped, hands frozen in shock, while the feline startled back to her feet and ran out the room. in her panic, her tail swung violently, hitting yeonjun in the process. he was abruptly flung under the cabinet near the door, the force of it expelling his breath.

"yeonjun!" soobin rushed from the bed, falling to the floor with an 'oof' when his leg got caught in the sheets. while struggling to free himself, he tried to see where the fairy landed, "are you okay?"

under the cabinet, yeonjun was splat on his back, breathing heavily.

"soobin!"

"yeonjun!"

"did you see?" the fairy clambered back to his feet and ran to the human. soobin had only managed to unstuck his leg when he got a faceful of a dusty fairy. "we bonded! i bonded with tyun, she likes me now!"

"mhm, i saw," he mumbled against the fairy's belly. "so proud of you."

"thanks," the fairy giggled. they only moved once soobin started sneezing, nearly sending yeonjun under the bed.

by the time tyun's stay with them was up, 2 days had passed and the fairy and feline had bonded closely. just the night before, yeonjun was whining from where he was sat atop tyun's back, wishing she didn't have to go.

"taehyun loves her too, you know?"

"then why did he leave her here, where i could bond with her and wished she stayed with me forever?!"

"because he had to go visit his mom and she's allergic to cats." soobin reasoned with the fairy. "now shush, i'm trying to finish this."

the fairy glared at the human, perplexed at how he could be so calm when their housemate had to leave the next morning. he huffed, telling the cat to bring him away from soobin's workplace so he could be dramatic in peace.

it was nearly an hour later that soobin finally got up from his table, two crocheted pieces in hand. he saw the fairy moping on tyun's stomach, the cat getting distracted by the front door's dangling chime.

"yeonjun?"

"no, i don't wanna talk with you right now." soobin chuckled at his indignation, causing the fairy to lift his head and glare in his direction. the human lifted his hands apologetically, the red he was holding capturing yeonjun's attention. "what's that?"

"a parting gift." he said with a smile, gesturing for yeonjun and tyun to come over so he could give the gifts to them.

taehyun came early the next morning, barely any time for yeonjun to plant goodbye kisses on tyun. the cat had soaked in the attention, purring hard. when the younger saw his cat, he asked soobin, "what'd you do to my cat?"

"it's just a hat, taehyun." in the cat cage, tyun sat calmly with a red crocheted strawberry hat on her head. she meowed sharply then, seemingly in defense of the hat. her owner let it be and thanked soobin for his care. "i barely did anything but i'll take it."

taehyun looked at soobin weirdly before he went to load everything in his trunk. while the cat cage was being strapped securely on his passenger seat, soobin saw a small movement to his right. when he looked, he saw yeonjun waving from the window, a red hat sitting on top of his pink hair. he tried to ignore the skip in his heartbeat when he saw something glistening tracking down the fairy's cheek.

he looked back to the car just in time to see taehyun shut the passenger door and wave at him before heading to the driver's side.

by nightfall, soobin and yeonjun laid face to face, back to their respective sides. the human watched as the fairy fiddled with the bow on his rabbit plushie, yeonjun's own plush secure in soobin's arms.

"do you think tyun will miss me?"

"absolutely."

"really?"

"of course."

silence engulfed them again as the fairy resumed his fiddling.

"what about me?" the human hummed in question, not getting what the fairy meant. "if i leave, will you miss me?"

it took soobin a while to answer, the thought of not having yeonjun around not registering in his brain. what would it be like to wake up without yeonjun's surprisingly loud snores next to him every morning? what would it be like to not have strawberries suddenly missing from his fridge and all he'd felt was endearment? what would it be like to fall asleep with only one rabbit plush in hand, the other gone from his sight?

he couldn't see it at all, even if that was the life he had before.

"of course, i will."

"yeah?"

"yeah," soobin said softly. "though you're not allowed to leave me."

"i won't."

"promise?"

"promise."

that night, soobin fell asleep with one arm wrapped around a rabbit plush. the other was placed in front of him, hand laying on the other plushie where a fairy hugged one of his fingers.

that night, he dreamt of twinkling eyes and a bright smile with arms wrapped around his body. if that morning he woke up blushing from seeing yeonjun's face, no one needed to know.

[shisnhou]

Hey! I just stumbled across your tumblr, and I love the 'reader dies/has amnesia after an argument'....I was wondering if you could write the same for bokuto (ugh I want to see his reaction to reader's death but it's up to you), oikawa, iwaizumi and kageyama? Thanks! :)

pairings: oikawa tooru x gn! reader, kageyama tobio x gn! reader, iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader, bokuto kotarou x gn! reader

genre: angst, major character death

content warning: amnesia, death, mentions death, detailed description of a bloody scene and a bloody body, slight gore warning, may contain errors

note: i cannot begin to explain how sorry i am that this took two months to cover. i swear to god this rot in my drafts and i’m so sorry. i hope i was able to cover what you wanted anon, my sincerest apologies :/

other part

it wasn't supposed to turn into an argument. in fact, the conversation started so vanilla and simple that not even a single negative thought came across your mind. but of course, it is oikawa tooru. anything can change in a split second with just a flick of his hand.

sighing, you run your hands over your face in a frustrated manner. the words you wish to utter are at the tip of your tongue, yet you can't find it in yourself to even utter them; afraid that once they leave past your lips, five years worth of loving him might just go out of the window.

"i'm sick of arguing with you tooru. i'm going out to clear your head." you say it loud in clear. oikawa's face stays contorted. his eye brows drawn into the centre of his face while a pout hangs from his lips. had you to not argued, this sight might have been something you would have cooed at. "don't wait for me." you say as you push past his shoulders, grabbing your keys and leaving the flat without another word.

oikawa remains quiet. his lips pursed together as stands still in the middle of the room. he's unsure how such a mundane conversation turned into such a heated argument. he figures, he must have said something triggering for you to then say something in return, and that may have been the start of it all.

you two are supposed to be in bed right now, sharing your sweetest, most intimate moments before he has to leave for argentina in seven days. yet here you both are, apart, tensed, and brittle. oikawa wishes he would have just not opened his mouth and brought the topic up, had he done that, maybe you would be right in his grasp right now.

but he doesn't want to dwell on that now. not when the damage has already been done. quietly, he grabs his phone from the side of the table and walks into the room with his eyes trained on the screen of his phone. his backdrop comes into view, your hands wrapped around his neck as your lips press against the skin of his cheeks. a smile is etched on his face, in said photo, eyes looking at you with such adore it's almost sickening. he chuckles at the memory, feeling his heart squeeze a bit, his lips tugging upwards before he shuts the device and falls into the material of the bed with a quiet grunt.

he hopes when his eyes decide to open up from his slumber, you're finally beside him with your face tucked into his chest.

but all of that soon dissolves when his eyes are opened, peace ripped out from him when his phone decides to blare against his ears. a pissed look shows on his face when he reaches out for the device, cussing out whoever pulled him out of his alternate reality.

but that pissed look is soon cut off when he sees your name on the screen. he quickly presses the green button and eagerly presses the phone against his ears, hoping to hear the sound of your voice first thing after his deep slumber.

"hey babe," he starts, hoping that you're no longer mad at him.

"tooru, hey," you eagerly respond with breaths in-between your words. oikawa senses through your speech mannerism that something isn't right. not when you're heaving sighs and wheezing every five seconds or so.

"are you oka—"

"i need you to listen to me okay?" you cut him off so quickly he almost forgets he even tried to say anything. nonetheless, he shuts his mouth and hums to your request.

“tooru i love you.” you breath out with so much emotion in your voice that it almost hurts. you chuckle, following your words with a deep swallow. “you’re the love of my life, and i would never replace what we have for anything.”

“baby, what are you saying?” he asks, worry lacing his voice as he makes his way out of the room to follow wherever you are right now. “are you okay? where are you—”

“tooru, i just need you to say it back. please. tell me that you love me back.” you mumble, feeling fatigue wave over you. you can feel your breath hitch as blood rises from your throat to your mouth. “tell me that you love me and i’ll tell you where i am right now.” you mumble so lowly that oikawa almost misses how desperate you are as you speak.

“god baby you worry me so much,” he mumbles before he swallows the lump in his throat. “i love you. love you so fucking much it hurts. you’re my galaxy, my home, my everything, and i would never trade you for anything, no matter how hard it gets.” he says so honestly, so purely, that it makes himself tear up.

he can hear you chuckle over the other side, hear you sigh, hear you cough up so violently that he’s already out the door tracking where you are with your phone.

“are you still—”

“did you really mean everything you said, tooru?” you ask him, feeling your eyes fall close so slowly as your ears start to ring. “‘cause i don’t have a lot more time, i think.” you say it like a joke, but oikawa can feel his heart palpitate at your words. his eyes widen as he runs so fast to wherever you are.

“i mean every damn word, every damn letter, i mean them all.” he says through the sobs that are starting to rise at his throat as he sees the situation in-front of him. he drops his phone, his tears dropping as he runs over to the place you’re in. he screams your name, looking at your blood body as a pole sticks out of your stomach.

“tooru.” you say his name as you feel him rummage through your phone, ending the call to call the ambulance. his tears are dropping on your bloody skin and you can feel it despite not being able to see. “is that you tooru?” it’s a stupid question, you know. but you wish to strike up a loving conversation with your husband before you permanently close your eyes.

“oh god— it’s me baby, i— i’m here. don’t close your pretty eyes for me, yeah? pretty please? god. baby.” he’s stuttering, shaking, sobbing, crying as he holds you in his arms. “just please, wait for the ambulance. c’mon baby, don’t say goodbye, not today okay? please.” he’s begging you, holding you close as he watches the ups and downs of your chest with his own heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“but i’m tired.” you whisper to him, feeling your legs starting to feel numb. you yourself can feel the rapidly decreasing beats of your heart and the slowing inhale of your lungs.”gotta sleep.”

“nonononono, please, love, keep your eyes open for me. you said you’d take me to the museum you love tomorrow right? then we— we”d buy ice cream from you— your favourite shop. you promised remember?” oh how easy it is for him to plead for you life as if whatever god up there would hear him out, here his begging and let you live another day with him.

“tooru— i love you.”

“fuck. baby i love you too! more than anything in this world. so please, fucking please, stay alive for me. i don’t know what i’d do with out you!” he almost screams into you as he rocks back and forth.

“thank you, for loving me.”

the whole world seems to stop when your eyes finally shut close. the slowed breathing of your lungs finally come to a halt when he hears to sounds of the ambulance behind him. oikawa’s eyes widen as he looks down at your lifeless face. a loud scream of your name leaves past his lips as he shakes you, screaming at you to wake up. yet his attempts are futile when the paramedics pull him away as he thrashes and calls for your name. 

with a loud grunt kageyama forces the ball to fall into the other side of the court. everyone could feel the tension swarming him as he drops to the ground with his eyes downcast. the reason behind his attitude is the argument you both had earlier. it was such a petty disagreement yet it had managed to become something to vile and dangerous that even kageyama himself can’t bring to calm himself down and apologize.

“kageyama.” the coach— who’s had enough of his demeanour— calls him over with a tight lip. kageyama obliges, bringing with towel with him as his heavy footsteps echo with every step he makes. “go take an early end today. something seems to be bothering you and i don’t want that to bother your play for today.” it isn’t a suggestion, it’s a demand and the coach makes sure there’s no room for disagreement. kageyama wordlessly agrees, stepping back from his spot and walking into the lockers with his head down low.

he opens his locker and sighs, grabbing his phone and turning it on. he grabs his towel as he waits for the device to open fully, wiping down his face with it before he removes his shirt and replaces it with a new one. the silence is almost overbearing, causing his thoughts to act up. words that he had spouted out of the heat of the moment, he all regrets them now. words that he wishes you had said back instead of walking away from him to work, irritates him. you’ve served him your silence instead of your piercing words, and it makes his skin crawl. he wishes you would’ve said something instead of leaving him with nothing.

his disoriented thoughts are soon pulled away from him when his phone rings out loud. he sighs once again, putting on his shirts before answering the phone with an irritated voice.

“what.” he grits.

“i’m sorry for the intrusion, but is this kageyama tobio?” the other side asks so delicately he instantly feels bad for his brash behaviour.

“this is kageyama tobio, what is it that you need from me?” he asks, picking up his bag and closing up his locker. the person from the other side of the phone murmurs something else to the person beside them, something kageyama can’t catch; but he couldn’t care any less.

“this is tokyo medical centre. we are in need of your presence, as you are the emergency contact of (l/n) (y/n).”

“what?” kageyama stops in his tracks, feeling a shiver run down his spine as his brows furrow. surely, this isn’t a prank call from another crazed fan, not when he looks down and reads the words ‘tokyo medical centre’ out loud in his head. “what the hell happened to them?” he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the room with his nerves as still as the water from the waterfalls.

“they were met with a concussion and were out for a few hours on their way to work. gratefully, there was no major physical injuries aside from the stitches above their brow. yet the doctor is in need of your appearance as they need to talk with you in private.”

“i’ll be there.”

in just a matter of seconds kageyama is in his car, turning left and rights to avoid all the red lights. his lips at the mercy of his teeth, feeling the taste of his crimson blood, howbeit the taste of his own blood doesn’t bother him, not when his mind is solely focused on the task at hand. that task being getting to you and ensuring your safety.

when he arrives in his hospital, there is no other thought in his mind other than seeing you and getting you back into his arms. he grabs his phone and leaves his car without even locking it, simply running into the hospital, not caring is any one had even noticed him walking into the medical centre with blood seeping from the sides of his lips.

“s— sir you’re—”

“i don’t care. just— i’m here for (l/n) (y/n), where are they?” he asks the receptionist who is looking back and forth on the screen and his lips. she hands him a tissue before proceeding to tell him that you’re in doctor jung’s office. kageyama places the tissue on the side of lips before he starts to run into said doctors office.

when he gets there, goosebumps arise on his skin. he feels his chest tighten, something in his gut telling him that something is wrong, telling him that you’re not in the best state of mind. but he doesn’t listen to his gut, simply knocking thrice before entering the room.

“hello, are you kageyama tobio?” the doctor asks him as they hold up a clipboard. kageyama merely nods, eyes scanning the room, searching up and down as he eagerly looks for your figure in the room. “ah, you’re searching for the patient? they’re currently in the bathroom,” the doctor informs him. “but before they come out, will you please have a seat? i have something to tell you,”

kageyama follows the doctors orders, taking the vacant seat beside his table. the doctor clears their throat and looks at kageyama with a certain look, a certain look that kageyama cannot fathom.

“you were told of the details of what happened right? and what had brought them here?” the doctor asks and kageyama nods, opting to close his mouth and keenly listen to every word the doctor says instead of verbally responding. “well, as you were told: there are no physical injuries, however there are some injuries that don’t appear in the outside, much rather they have occurred in the inside.”

“what? i don’t get it, please get straight to the point.” kageyama raises a brow, confusion waving over him. he isn’t sure as to what the doctor is talking about, if anything it brings him more worry and fear.

“(l/n) (y/n) got into an accident and—”

“kei, is that you?”

in that moment kageyama’s world stops. he feels his body lose all its remaining serotonin. could he be mishearing things? he has to be, there’s no way that you could say his name. not when he and him are clearly too different people. it all is nothing but an illusion, you know it’s him. you have to be playing games with him. there’s just no way you’re not able to differentiate your past and your present.

“(y/n).” he turns his head and looks at you with his eyes filled with desperation. he moves towards you in the speed of light and wraps his around you. his lengthy limbs pulling you as close as he can possibly can to you. “god— baby are you okay?”

yet instead of receiving an assuring response, he’s met with a shove to the chest. kageyama feels himself freeze, brain suddenly unresponsive as he looks at your expression that portrays what you feel. his eyes brim tears when he sees that look on your face, that look that he thinks will be forever scar his heart.

“what the hell kageyama?” are the words you first speak to him. he doesn’t speak further, he merely watches you as you regain your better judgement and clear your throat. you press your hand to your chest and look at the man, but this time instead with a contorted expression, it’s a more solemn look, one he can’t quite fathom.

“i— i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to do that.” you apologize lowly, then look at him again, this time with a more blank but longing look on your face.

“where’s kei? y’know tsukishima kei?”

then it hits him. he feels like some sort of monster had just ripped out of his heart and squeezed it until all his blood had left it. watching as you long for someone else when you clearly are in-front of him. but of course, who is he to complain? who is he to talk when he clearly was the root of all of this. the root of the argument and he now has to watch what the consequence of his actions.

pay the price of his actions and watch as you search for the man in your past instead of yearning the one in your present.

iwaizumi wishes he could turn back time, think of what he could have said and done instead of acting out of impulse and driving you out of the house.

it’s only been a mere thirty minutes since you had left, but something in him is already yearning for your presence, something in him stirs and tells him that you should be back into his arms and not somewhere else. but of course, who is he to come look for you and beg for you forgiveness when he in the first places was the who told you to leave the house.

had he not done that then maybe you would be here with him right now, but unfortunately you aren’t. he can’t help but close his eyes and clench his fists, his feelings are slowly getting more and more overwhelming by the second. scenarios in his head becoming over whelming. he knows that you will come back soon enough as per usual, but something in him says that this won’t be the case today. 

he shakes his head and groans, hoping that the action will throw away the negativity in his head. yet it is no help because with every tick of the clock the deep feeling in his stomach grows larger and larger until he actually can no longer take it and walk to the door. with his heart beating against his ribs he grabs his keys and leaves the house in a whim. 

the outside air greets him. the night is cold as the wind blows against in his skin and he hopes you had at least brought a jacket with you. god even thinking about you is brutal. the more he thinks about you the more his thoughts grow darker. he didn’t even know his own mind could make up a stir like this. so he forces himself to think of nothing, leaving his thoughts to turn into an empty void as he walks down and looks at the streets. 

he looks left and right, looking for the figure he’s learned to memorize as the days go by. but to his dismay, he can’t seem to find you in these empty streets. iwaizumi sighs, he shakes his head once again and closes his eyes, internally screaming at himself to stay positive and continuously throw affirmations in the air. 

all while his eyes are closed, iwaizumi crosses the streets with nothing but you in his thoughts. 

big mistake.

“hajime!” that loud piercing scream of his name catches his attention. he doesn’t even realize what happens until he feels himself crash to the ground as a loud horn blares. white lights suddenly surround him as another yell comes out from behind him. his eyes widen. he knows that voice, realizes who that is. so with his heart in his throat his snaps his head around and looks. 

there you lay in your own pool of blood, eyes wide open with your body mangled. 

iwaizumi screams. his shrilling yelling disrupts the whole neighbourhood as he desperately runs to your body. his breathing is erratic as he takes your broken hand and shakes your body, as a distressed attempt to wake you. 

“(y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)!” his mantra of your name is surely enough to wake those away, so why can’t it wake you? he’s shaking you, holding you close as he continues to tug for your arm. “baby, come on, wake up!” he’s forcing words out of his mouth as he continues to yell for you. yet you can’t seem to hear him, no one seems to hear him, he can’t even hear himself anymore. he feels like he’s drowning, eyes wide, breathing growing faster, as bile rises in his throat. 

“fuck! come on wake up!” tears drop his cheeks as he screams into your face. “this isn’t funny wake the fuck up!” his voice breaks in between every yell. he feels his body go limp as he cries for you, slowly giving up as he watches your eyes close on their own. 

the final blood-curling scream that leaves his body is painful. his body doubling over yours as your blood smears on his skin. every tear that comes from him drops unto your face, his own body shakes as you corpse lays there underneath him. nothing can save him nor you anymore. he couldn’t even hug you, touch you, smile at you, kiss you, nor tell you for the last time before you left him, permanently. 

“kotarou—” 

“no. you listen. i’m so sick of you complaining about me!” his voice is loud and it causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. it isn’t usual to see your usually happy go lucky fiance like this. but of course, he is human is as well, and in some point of time his own emotions will drop by. “it’s always about how i’m not around or how i’m not there to help you decide with the wedding—”

“well that’s because you actually are never around!” you’re sick of it. sick of having to hear him yell as he drives, sick of always arguing when you two are in the same space, sick of him never being there. don’t get yourself wrong, you love bokuto so much, but one can only take on so much. “when i call you’re either in practice or out with your damn friends! this is our wedding ko, could you please not take it so lightly?” you voice softens at the end. you don’t mean to sound desperate, but it would be blatant lie to say you aren’t. “i no longer want to be neglected like this! not when we’re about to get married!”

bokuto scoffs, rolling his eyes. his grip on the steering wheel hardens, and you can see it. you see the colour of his skin pale as the car starts to accelerate. “yeah? you? fuck, can’t i get some time for myself before i actually get married and get tied down for life, (y/n)?” he clicks his tongue, his eyes turning into mean slits as he fastens down the streets. 

your eyes widen as you feel the car go faster. fear creeps up to you as you watch the speed indicator go higher and higher as the seconds pass. “kotarou.. babe slow down—” yet before you can stop him from going further, he goes faster.

“if you’re so concerned about the goddamn wedding and me not being around why don’t we just cancel the damn thing!” he practically yells. yet you can’t feel the impact of the words, your eyes solely focused on the fastening speed of the car. fear creeps up to you as you reach out for bokuto’s hand. 

“kotarou, you’re scaring me s— slow down—” but instead of touching his hand, you quickly put it down. his eyes fall on to yours, and you can see that distaste in his glare. “you slow down (y/n). it’s all about you, never about me, not about us. we’re not even married yet, and you decide to act like this?”

you’re not even scared of his words anymore. you’re terrified of the speed of the car down the streets, and he’s not even looking at the road anymore. “is this how—”

yet before he can finish a loud noise disrupts him. your eyes move quick, looking at the bright light from his side of the car. you scream loudly for him, unraveling your restraints and jumping for his side. 

that’s when bokuto’s life flashed before his eyes. 

it all happens within seconds, yet painful and dire seconds. the other car hits your own and you feel all the life in you go away. there’s nothing left in you as you feel something stab you straight to the chest, glass falling on you like hale. there’s nothing left of you as you feel yourself fall into sleep all while your car moves around with screeches. 

the air bag of the car bloats up and bokuto feels himself get suffocated. it’s tight, and he feels pain all over his body, glass on him and his foot feels like it got mangled. but then all of a sudden, he feels body weight on his side.

he groans loud and opens his eyes. he wishes he just never did. his golden orbs grow large as he looks at you face that’s on his shoulder. tears fog his eyes as he quickly moves and holds your body, cradling it. he screams for help, loudly as he desperately tries to wake you up. 

“(y/n)! baby wake up! come on!” he’s screaming into your ear, shaking your corpse as he cries. he can’t even feel the physical pain anymore, all he’s feeling is regret and pain as he tries to call for your life to come back. “(y/n) come on this isn’t funny wake up!” he still goes on and on, despite seeing how a pole pierces through your abdomen. “(y/n) open your fucking eyes! baby wake up come on!” as the air bag deflates, he can slowly see your twisted body that had saved him from his own death. he sees how your blood falls to the ground and nothing worse has escaped his lips before. 

“(y/n)! get up! come on baby we still have to get to the caterers! you told me we have an appointment tomorrow right? so get up!” he’s yelling everything he can, blabbering nonsense as his pain starts to seep into him. his eyes are still wide open, watching as the people outside try to get to him. yet he can’t bother to care about him, not when the love of his life is right here, in his arms, dead. 

nothing hurts more than watching people break into the broken vehicle and try to separate you both. bokuto tries to hold you, but his attempts are left in vain, his own body is failing him as he watches you be put into a stretcher and get covered in white cloth. he cries, holds out for you, hoping that this is all a sick dream, that he would wake up with you in his arms. but its not a dream, not as the people pass by him with sullen looks on their faces.

they all wish him their condolences, apologies, and finally wish him to get better and move on. but how could he? how could boktuo kotarou move on knowing damn well he caused all of this, that he could have avoided all of this? how could he move on knowing that the love of his life slipped in his fingers? 

how could he when he never got to marry the only person who loved him for him? 

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[babblydrabbly]

Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

[cayofdreams]

12 Nights of XXXMAS | Day 1: Breeding

Fit for a Princess

Pro-Hero!Deku x Reader

Summary: Upset at your fiance for not being able to come home on time for Christmas Eve, he makes it up to you with a gift only the likes of you could adorn. But now it’s time to fill your princess duties...

Words: 4.6k

Warnings/Tags: mirror sex, breeding, overstimulation, a dash of dumbification

Notes: uhh this was supposed to be like 2k words but then libido existed. Tagging @butterscotchbaku​ because their dom deku supremacy rhetoric has corrupted into my brain cells.

The view of the wintery outside was marvelous from your window. The snow painted the scenery a shimmering white, the various Christmas decorations adorning neighbor’s homes could place you directly into a wonderland, and the kids giggling and playing as they made snow angels under the street lights created the perfect picture of innocence.

Inside your home wasn’t bad either. The fire cracking at the fireplace sounded tranquil for your auditory senses, the Christmas tree in the living room gave you peaceful nostalgia from your childhood, and the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven was comparable to a candle from the most luxurious of department stores.

And yet, you were upset.

Or perhaps anger is the more fitting emotion dwelling over you currently. Your lover and recent fiancé, Midoriya Izuku was currently not treating you like the winter princess you deserved to be treated as. At this moment he was out doing patrols and other related hero work instead of tending to your very important needs.

What was even the point of doing all that work if his so-called ‘love of his life’ was sad, frustrated, and alone? It was easy for you to take the holidays off, granted you weren’t the #1 hero, but even still, your fiancé being in such high stature should make it easier to take days like this off, right? Surely, he was doing this to get back at you for something. After-all, he said he’d definitely be home by 4 p.m., and yet here it is closing in at 8:25 p.m, and you’ve yet to see even a text message from the man.

You even went out to get his specially crafted gift this morning so that he’d have something to look forward to on Christmas. And now you were regretting that.  He didn’t deserve anything special from you after pulling a no-show on his own fiancé on Christmas Eve.

*brrrring!* *brrrring!*

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

The sound of the timer going off alerted you of the cookies being done and temporarily brought you out of your pity session. It also alerted you and Midoriya’s one-year old puppy who was always so excited to hear when it seemed food was ready.

“Calm down, Mighty. You can’t have sugar cookies, remember? They aren’t good for you.”

Quickly wrapping an apron around your waist, you tucked on the oven mitt and carefully placed the cookies from the oven to the kitchen counter.

“Arf! Arf!”

“You are so needy, aren’t you? You look like Izu but you have my personality.” You reached into the cabinet above you to grab the dog treats you stored away. Grabbing two of the biscuits, you bent down to hand them to your puppy. “Here baby, you can have these.”

Satisfied with how happily little Mighty was chopping on the treats, you decided to wait for your own treats to cool before decorating them. Going to sit down on the couch, you grabbed the remote to flick on the television, an attempt at distracting yourself from current frustrations.

A bad decision considering everything broadcasted now seemed to deal with lovers and families coming together for the holidays. The cheery smiles and rosy cheeks on the actors’ faces made you burn with jealousy as you sat fiancé-less in your home.

“Jake! You actually…you actually came back to me for the holidays!”

“Of course, I did Katherine. I wouldn’t miss spending Christmas with you for the world.”

You sucked your teeth at the overly-dramatic displays of affection, deciding to turn off the T.V. all together. Rubbing your fingers along the bridge of your nose, it seemed even Mighty took pity on you, as he jumped on the couch to snuggle his little body into yours. Picking him up and cuddling him into your chest, you fantasized about your fiancé walking through those doors. How he’d pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, peppering kissing along your face and telling you how-

*clink!*

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart jump and Mighty to jump from your arms to run to the door, barking in excitement at who’d soon walk through.

“Heheh~ Hello little Mighty. Did you take care of Y/N while I was gone?”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tail wagged enthusiastically as Midoriya bent down to rub all around his ears. “You did? Such a good boy.” Standing back up, he looked at your figure still sitting on the couch, arms folded and lips formed into a pout. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. Some things came up on the way home.” Putting down his gear by the door, he walked into the kitchen, immediately in amazement at the cookies you seemed to bake for him. “You made cookies? They smell so good, can we eat them now?”

Standing up, you hastily walked to the kitchen, grabbing away the pan of cookies before Midoriya could grab one. “No. They aren’t for you.” You placed the pan on the farther end on the kitchen counter, further symbolizing your statement.

Midoriya let out a small giggle, finding a bit of amusement in your bratty displays. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into him before squeezing you into a tight hug from behind. “That’s okay, you look and smell much better than those cookies anyways.” He attempted to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved your head away with a click of the tongue. “Plus, you look so delicious in that apron. I never get to see you look so much like a little housewife.”

You forcefully pulled yourself away from Midoriya’s embrace before placing folded arms once again under your breasts. “Well I’m not a housewife. Or a wife, it seems.”

Finding your comment to hit a bit below the waist, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed out a puff of air, standing there briefly before brushing past him out of the kitchen. “Y/N!” Ignoring his calls, you entered the bedroom and Midoriya heard the loud shut of the door.

Deciding to give you time to calm down, Midoriya let you be as he stripped down to hop in the shower. As the hot water beat down his back, he thought about how to best analyze his current dilemma with you. He was no stranger to your more rebellious attitudes, but it seemed today you were actually pissed at him. And he could admit that you had reason to be.

This was the first holiday that the two of you were to spend together since becoming engaged. You even baked cookies for him. Wearing an apron at that. Given the amount of work you had piled up yourself throughout the year, you never really had the time to show such cute displays of love. You were probably even excited to have a couple days to play a cute housewife for him, and to you, he probably ruined that by not being home for half the day.

But you needed to understand as well. That given his position in society he couldn’t just take days off no matter how special the occasion. It didn’t matter how much previous overtime he worked, or how many villains he’d catch. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to be home with you. How badly he wanted to have you curled up in his arms, sitting by the fireplace while munching on cookies very much outside the both of yours’ diet. He wanted that just as much as you did, but what he wanted even more was to be a hero. To be your hero. And it’d take sacrifices from the both of you to continue to be that.

As Midoriya stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off with one of the fancy towels you must have recently decorated the bathroom with for the holidays. Chuckling to himself, he put on a pair of pajama pants and went to retrieve a bag that he left under his gear. As he opened the door to the master bedroom, he was met with your curled up back, the light of the phone screen illuminating your side profile.

“You know…it’s still just Christmas Eve, babe.” Midoriya approached the side of the bed, placing the small gift bag on the dresser. “We still have Christmas to spend with each other.”

Continuing to face away from him, you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. “Christmas Eve has the word ‘Christmas’ in it. So that makes it Christmas. Which means you missed Christmas, Izuku.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You’re a hero yourself, so you know how demanding this life is.”

“I-…I know. I just- I just wore something so special today and it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Wore?

“Doesn’t matter anymore? There’s still a couple hours of Christmas Eve, Y/N.” His words seemed to fall on deafened ears as you stayed silently scrolling on your phone. Sighing, Midoriya pulled out a long black box from the gift bag and held it in his hand. “So, you don’t want your Christmas present?”

His lips curled into a smile at how your head perked up from the mention of a gift. “I was going to wait until the Christmas that is tomorrow but since you’re so upset, I’ll give it to you tonight.” Despite a stern exterior, Midoriya truly thought you were like a puppy. So whiney and mean until you got the treat you felt like you earned. Well today was training day.

“You got me a gift, Izu?” You straightened up to sit on the edge of the bed, curious eyes falling from his shirtless physique to the long black box in his hand. The velvety material informed you that this was no ordinary gift. “What is it?”

“Something only fit for a princess.” Your lips started to match Midoriya’s curled ones as you jumped up and got closer to him. Your hand started to reach for the box before he held away from your reach.

“I said only fit for a princess.”

“I- I am a princess! C’mon let me see it~!”

“I don’t know, Y/N. You didn’t even share any cookies with me…”

“They’re your cookies! All of them! Lemme see, lemme see!”

Midoriya continued to keep the box from your reach, finding your switching between excitement and pouting to be cute. “You said you wore something special, right? And as beautiful as you look in those pajamas, I’m sure that’s not what you were referring to.”

You fiddled with the first button on your top, your facial expression becoming more flustered. “But…I’ve been wearing it for some hours now. I probably wore out that new feel to it…”

“Good. It probably matches your smell now.”

After hesitating for a brief period, you finally undid the first button, slowly continuing to undress yourself. Midoriya watched with a quiet gaze, still clutching onto the box in hand. After unbuttoning the top, you slipped off your pajama pants before sliding off the top, fully revealing your gift to him.

“Wow…” You were wearing a dark green lingerie, specially made in order to hug you in all the right areas. Midoriya could tell by the side cut-outs on your stomach that it was designed to mimic his hero-costume. The lacy garter and its belt accentuated your waist and thighs even more than they naturally did on their own.

But the perfect icing on the cookie was simply your face. The way that even the dim bedroom light seemed to make your e/c eyes glimmer in illumination. How your pouty lips formed the perfect bow. And best of all, how despite that pout, you still seemed to look innocent to him. Most days you looked more sexy or daring. But tonight, despite such erotic attire, to Midoriya you never looked more cute.

“Do you like it…?”

Midoriya put the box down on the vanity, meeting your reply with rough hands that massaged all around your body. The little whimpers that left your lips as he squeezed softly at your laced breasts sounded like carols in his ears. “You really are a princess,… princess.”

“T-That’s what I said. Can I have my gift now…my green-haired prince?”

Midoriya chuckled as he guided you by the waist to stand directly in front of the vanity’s mirror. He hands continued to roam and squeeze around your body as he looked at your reflection. “My princess can have whatever she wants. Just let me see all of you, baby.”

You slowly took the box in your hand, firstly inspecting the exterior. The velvet felt so soft in your hands, a savory compliment with the rough caresses from your fiancé. Carefully opening it, the shimmering of the contents greeted your eyes as Midoriya’s lips greeted the tenderness of your neck.

It was a headband. But not just any headband. An elegant one; fully decorated in the most precious of diamonds. You even recognized the rare diamond cut as being the same kind as the one adorning your ring finger currently. The shine of its beauty bouncing off the dim lamp’s light brought a tear to your eye.

“I figured since you’re my princess, you deserved the finest of crowns.” Midoriya’s hands slipped down your arms to cradle your hands that were clutching tightly on the velvet box. “Should I crown you?”

You silently nodded, wiping a stray tear that streamed down your cheek. Looking into the mirror, you saw your fiancé once again embellish you with diamonds. The bejeweled headband seated snuggly around your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you were truly wearing a crown. “It’s so beautiful, Izuku…” Your eyes shifted to Midoriya’s, who was looking at your reflection with the merriest of smiles.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder before looking back at you. “Only because you’re wearing it, princess.” His hands slid down to your waist, squeezing at your laced flesh. “I think it’s only right for you to do your princess duties now, Y/N.”

You shifted your head sideways to side-eye your fiancé quizzingly. “What do you mean? What duties?”

Midoriya kissed your neck once more as he slid one hand over your lacy garter, into your panties. He slowly rolled his fingers around your folds, pleased with how you were already a little wet for him. He could thank your materialism for that. “It’s only right for you to make an heir.”

“N-No way…”

“You don’t want children with me, Y/N?”

Midoriya’s question rang through your ear as his fingers slickly circled your clit. “You want children with me?”

You felt a puff of air hit your skin as Midoriya softly chuckled at your question. “Well…It’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought of filling you up with puppies. And tonight-“ Midoriya slipped a finger inside your pussy, curving it to graze right against your g-spot. “You looked so damn cute in that apron. If I were home to see you baking cookies in that, you’d already be plump with my future children.”

Midoriya slipped another finger inside, using the pad of his hand to continue stimulating your throbbed clit. “Izu~!” His other hand slithered up to your breast, squeezing and twisting at your nipple from outside its lacy barrier.

“Look at yourself, princess.” Your eyes that had drifted to the vanity’s surface aligned back at their reflection. The headband atop your head shimmered beautifully through the mirror. “Imagine how stretched out that garter will get when your tummy swells with my kid.”

A sinful moan escaped you, the thought of having Midoriya’s children starting to lustily plague your mind. As he continued playing with your sponge like an instrument, you felt your stomach bulge with an oncoming orgasm. “I-Izuku~ ! Gonna cum!” And right on queue it seemed, Midoriya had quickly slipped his fingers out of you, your whine sounding as beautiful as your crown.

“Not yet, Y/N. I researched that its better to cum closer to when a person’s semen is ejaculating inside the womb. It increases chances of impregnation.”

Catching your breath from your failed orgasm, you bent down so your face hovered over the vanity’s surface. With your back elegantly arched, your ass pressed against the hardness of Midoriya’s cock that stood proudly inside his pajama pants. Reaching your hand behind you, you slipped your fingers under the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side. Your puffy lips looked so soft, and your drenched hole seemed to wait achingly for your fiancé to fill it. “T-Then ejaculate, you nerd~”.  

Licking his lips, Midoriya freed his cock from his pants, giving it a couple jerks as he admired the view of your pussy. Noticing some of your juices were drooling onto the floor, he placed the head of his cock under you, collecting your leaking before rubbing along your folds. He teased you by poking the tip at your clit, relishing in your whine-filled moans that reverberated in his ears. “My princess is so fucking gorgeous.” He slipped the tip in, your entrance now hugging him tightly around the head. “Gonna look even more gorgeous with my child taking up all the room in that tummy.”

As he sunk his cock in, the stinging stretch of it made you impulsively tighten your walls even more around him. “Oh my god- Izuku~!” There was never a time where the thickness of Midoriya’s cock didn’t take you by a slightly painful surprise. When he was half-way in, he paused to check in after your thighs started to quiver. He noticed your lull in breathing as you held your breath in.

“Breathe, baby.” He reached his hand around your thigh to twiddle with your clit. “You need a little help? Don’t worry.” You nodded, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure brought on by Midoriya’s fingers. “You always struggle to take my cock at first.” The sounds of your moans filled the bedroom as your stretched pussy relaxed around his cock. “But then you end up taking me- “. Feeling you grow slicker with each flick at your clit, Midoriya slowly sunk the entirety of his cock inside you. “-All the way to the hilt.”

His balls softly slapped against your clit and your walls twitched around him. With fingernails scratching against the surface, you looked behind you to meet his lustful green eyes. “You- You’re all the way in?”

He replied with a chuckle before bringing his hand toward your face, squishing your cheeks tenderly between his fingers. “That’s right. Look-“ Guiding your face to look back into the mirror, he started to gently thrust inside you. “Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. My cock fits so snug inside my princess.”

“Ohh shit~ Izuku-!” Midoriya’s increased his pace, his cock seeming to grow even more at how your silky pussy hugged around him. “You’re getting biggerrr~! Feels good!” You started to jerk your hips back to meet his thrusts, now balancing yourself on your forearms that rested on the vanity.

“Are you going to cum? Going to get your womb nice and ready for me?” Midoriya wrapped his scarred hands around the sides of your waist, squishing hard enough for your fat to plunge through his fingers. “Keep looking at your beautiful face in the mirror, Y/N. I want to see and hear you call my name when you cum.”

Midoriya pumped his cock vigilantly inside you while your pussy fluttered pleasingly around him. You looked at yourself in the mirror, in awe at how drunkenly you had become for him. The elegant band that was fit on your head was practically a juxtaposition against your lecherous facial expressions. Your mouth gaped open for delirious moans to pour out, while saliva drooled down your chin onto the vanity. Certainly no proper look for a princess you thought.

As the head of Midoriya’s cock plunged against your spongy sweet spot, your hands gripped at the edge of the vanity, desperate for stability. “Izukuuu…~”

“Go ahead, princess. Please cum for me.”

You tried to keep looking at your reflection but your eyes drifted to the back of your head as the pressure of your orgasm swelled inside your core. “I’m cumming~! Izuku! I’m cumming~!”

The feeling of your pussy convulsing around Midoriya’s cock made him grunt as he reached his own orgasm. His fingernails dug into your flesh, almost breaking skin while his thrusts became more jerky and erratic. “Fuck! Y/N- You feel so good-! Gonna cum inside you-!”

You felt the warm thickness of his cum filling you inside, his cock pulsating with every spurt. He slowly slid in and out of you as he calmed down and his grip around your waist softened. Regaining his breath, he slipped completely out of you, a bit of his cum dripping out as well. He slipped his hands under your chest to stand you up before gently gripping you behind the neck to pull you into a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy and wet as you were too in-the-clouds to pay attention where you moved your tongue. You simply whined as he sucked on the pink muscle, gripping on his bicep to maintain your balance. Midoriya lapped up the drool from your chin before licking at the inside of your mouth again.

Finally separating his lips from yours, he gave a squeeze to your ass before pushing you down on the bed. “Are you ready to be bred, princess?” He cradled his hands under your knees, pushing them up to be positioned by your breasts.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his question. “B-But you just came. You came inside…”

He chuckled as he rubbed the tip of cock along your folds, gathering up the drooly mix of your juices and his seeped cum. “You didn’t think one time would be enough, did you? We have to make sure you get completely filled up, Y/N. Otherwise the chances of you getting pregnant won’t be so high.”

He sunk his cock inside of you again, the new mating-like position making it so his cock aimed directly against your now tender g-spot. The oversensitivity of it make you whine loudly as your hands reactively came up to press against his abs, attempting to slow him down. “Its-! Its too sensitive right now-! Wait a second~”

Midoriya shushed you as he took one of your hands in his, placing it beside your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Ssshh…You’re not supposed to be bratty anymore, remember?” His balls pressed against your ass as he filled you once more all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix made a high-pitched moan leave your lips. “You took it so well before, so just do it one more time, okay?”

His hips grinded against yours as he took slow and deep thrusts inside your pussy. The feeling would have been sensual if it wasn’t for your current high levels of sensitivity. You could feel the head of his cock glide against each rib of your pussy’s walls before softly poking your cervix. The fingers that were entangled with your fiancé’s tightened with each thrust. “M-My cervix~ Too fucking big~”

Midoriya leaned down to press delicate kisses around your face, admiring how your moans were now sent directly into his ear. “I’ll be careful, okay? I can move how I want as long as I don’t hit it, right?” You nodded, a bit nervous at the foreshadowing question.

Midoriya straightened his torso, his hands finding their place back on your thighs as he put all nearly all his weight on you. Taking his cock almost entirely out of you, he quickly submerged it back inside, making sure to stop before he hit your wall. Although not reaching your cervix, he still made sure to properly grind against your g-spot, making your pussy even soppier than before.

His cock plummeting in and out of your pussy made squelching noises as the creamy mixture of your fluids spurt out on your thighs. Your hands wrapped around his forearms, fingernails scratching against the flesh. Your breathing became harsh pants as your tongue lolled out from between your lips. You feel yourself about to reach another orgasm and the throbbing of Midoriya’s cock told you he was at the same state.

“You-You’re gonna make me cum again~!”

“Me too, Princess. Are you going to take more of my cum?”

Nodding profusely, you focused on the growing bulge inside your stomach. “Y-Yeahh~!!” Bringing your hands up to his muscled shoulders, you looked euphorically into his green eyes. “Kiss me! Please~!”

Without any hesitation, Midoriya leaned down chest-to-chest, sloshing his tongue with yours. Saliva trailed down your cheeks as you mingled your fingers in his curly locks. His cock now hitting you in deeper places, your pleasure would override the kissing at your cervix. As you came around his cock, you felt once again the hot spills of Midoriya’s semen filling your womb. You moaned whinefully into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust into you. The lubrication of his cum making his strokes slicker.

Ending the kiss, Midoriya wrapped his arms around your back, cupping your body into him as he started to pound into your pussy once more. The pleasurable feeling was too intense, making you barely able to think anymore. “F-Fuughh~!! Ijhuku!!”

“Just one more time, princess. Okay?” His thrusts now shallow and deep, you became lost in delirium as his cock relentlessly plundered into your pussy. “Wow, look- You’re feeling good even when I’m hitting your cervix, aren’t you? Taking me this deep- You’re going to be so full of my kids.”  

“I-Ijhukuz babieess~!!”

“Heh~ If only we were still by the mirror, you could see how you look right now, all drunk from my cum.” He reached his thumb down circle at your clit, making your pussy clench around him in reaction. “Gosh, can you hear how mushy you are, princess? You’re so fucking soft inside. So perfect for me.”

“Guh-Guhmming~!!” Desperate to seek a break from the continuous pounding against your overstimulated sponge, you squirmed your hips around, pushing your hands against Midoriya’s shoulders in attempt to escape his grasp.

“Just hold still, okay? I’m- I’m almost there-“ Grunting behind gritted teeth, he wrapped his powerful arms around your head to further lock you in place.

“Haaahh~! Ijhuuu-!” Your thighs quaked intensively at Midoriya’s more rapid and deep thrusts as he chased his final orgasm. Pitchy and incoherent babbles filled his ears, further gratifying his desires. “Y-Yur cumm~ Sho full-! Sho full of- Ijhukuz cum~! Sho muchh~!”

“Oh fuck, princess. Your pussy and voice- Fuck! So cute-!” Midoriya’s pants became erratic and gaspy as his cock throbbed inside you. With a couple of longer and harsher strokes he finally released the last of his load inside your womb, a bit of it seeping out onto the bed from there not being much room for more.  

Without slipping out of you, Midoriya straightened his back, smiling while he looked at your blissed-out face. He maneuvered your leg to the other side of his hip so that you’d be rested on your side. Laying down with his chest against your back, his hands caressed the area below your stomach, admiring how plump it became with his cum.

“I can’t wait to see how you beautiful you look in the next few months…” Peering at your side profile, he noticed you were deep in slumber. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, he gave a couple of gentle strokes, as if verifying that his cum was properly preserved inside you. Satisfied, he cradled his arm under your head, continuing to stroke your stomach lovingly as he closed his eyes.

“But we’ll have fun until then won’t we, princess?”

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+18 | Unexpected | Choso x Reader

NSFW

Summary: Your boyfriend tries to hide his excitement, but you’re eager to show him how much you want him.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Female!Reader

Author's note: This is a present for the bestest bestie in the whole galaxy 👑@aurelius-divus 👑. She gave me this idea and I tried to do it justice.

NSFW work under the cut.

The screech of the train invaded your senses, taking you out of your meditative state. The doors opened as you stood on the platform, waiting for the people to exit. After the entrance got less crowded you intended to get on by yourself, but your boyfriend took the lead, taking your hand and guiding you inside. He searched for two empty seats in the vehicle.

Choso sat next to a window; he looked at you as a sign to sit next to him. As you did, the half-human curse couldn't take his eyes off your hair. The bright orange sun caressed it, creating the illusion of a halo. His gaze then moved to your features, taking in how the star's rays danced around your eyes.

You smiled at his entranced face; he returned the gesture. Your heart leaped when Choso showed you his sincere smile. You couldn't help yourself but to stand up from your seat and make your way to his lap, claiming it as your throne.

Choso's smiled dropped, his eyes widened and his body stiffed. He could feel your bum on his lap and the sweet scent of your hair on his nose. He also noticed how you were starting to rub yourself against his crotch, stimulating the shaft of his dick. His body started to heat up; he didn't know if the reason was the sun's strong presence or your constant shifting.

You relaxed on top of his figure, placing your nape against his shoulder, throwing your head back to be able to see him. He glanced at you and tried to smile. You noticed his now-rosy face.

"Are you hot, baby?" You asked, moving on his lap to face him. Choso felt how you brushed the tip of his cock and gulped.

"No," he inhaled deeply, "It's fine. I need some sun after all"

"You're so cute," you took his face in your hands and gave him a long kiss on his lips. His face became joyous during the smooch, and he placed both of his hands on your waist.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too," he replied.

You changed your position again to resume your previous posture. However, you were unaware of how each twist of your hips went straight to Choso’s slightly erect cock. Making him clenched his jaw and hold his breath.

Choso sighted in relief when you stopped. He thought the teasing was over.

"Look!" You straighten yourself on his lap. Choso cursed under his breath as he felt you rubbing his boner with your ass. You tried to get your hands closer to the window. "There's a band playing over there!"

Choso answered affirmatively, but his focus was on how to get you out of his lap before you could notice his outline.

To his dismay, the train stopped; the force of it almost made you fall off his legs. Choso instinctively took you by the hips and pulled you against himself. The sudden caress of his dick's head made him release a moan from his lips.

You noticed his bulge poking your right buttcheek. Your eyes made their way to his face.

"Choso are you..."

"The train is getting crowded," he said. You stood up and tried to move to the seat next to you, but before you managed to sit down you felt how the weight of your purse was lifted from your shoulder.

"I'll help you with your purse," Choso placed your bag on his lap.

The trip continued; the thought of Choso's possible boner was out of your head as you focused on people-watching.

For Choso it was uncomfortable because no matter how many distracting thoughts he tried to get into his head, he couldn't get his erection to go down. The reason for it was his eyes’ need to look at the cleavage that your v-neck shirt was showing; his gaze also went to your legs, appreciating the way your pants hugged your delicious thighs.

Even when he tried to look through the window, he couldn't avoid the reflection of your pretty face in the glass. He felt beads of sweat building on his forehead.

The train stopped at your destination. Choso put the strap of your bag on his shoulder and placed the item in front of his hips as you both got up. He hoped everything would be back to normal; maybe walking you home would help him.

He followed you outside the train and then took your hand, an indication that he was taking the lead once again; and so, he guided you to the main street.

"Maybe it's her perfume, it's very pleasant," he thought to himself, a thin smile on his lips.

"What are you smiling about?" You asked.

"How lucky I'm that we're together," you playfully tapped his shoulder.

"Stop it!" You giggled. He took your hand and squeezed it; you returned the gesture.

You two crossed another three streets until arriving at your apartment building. You went through the main door and made your way to the elevator. You pressed the number eight and waited for it to reach your floor. A bell rang, and the doors opened. Choso and you stepped out and walked to the very end of the hallway.

"Baby, my keys," Choso opened your purse and moved his hands inside it, looking for the feeling of cold metal. "They're on the back pocket," Choso unzipped it and drew your keys. He gave them to you with a smile. You laughed at the strange situation.

After unlocking the door, you invited Choso inside with a nod. He stepped in and removed your purse from his crotch; he was feeling on his right mind again.

Choso looked back to see what you were doing, he felt puzzled. You stood up in front of the closed entrance; your ears were focused on studying the house's sounds.

"I think we're alone," you whispered. You left Choso's side to explore with mute steps the flat, after a few knocks on different doors and a double-check inside each room, you returned to your boyfriend's side.

"We're alone," you said with a grin. Choso tilted his head to the side.

"Where's your family?"

"They must be at out. Maybe they'll get here later, like at 10," you made your way to the kitchen. Choso followed you.

"Why aren't you with them?"

"I had a presentation today, remember? They left at 8 AM. I couldn't go. Perhaps next time," you poured some water on two glasses. "Are you hungry?"

"No", he took the glass you handed him.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"A movie?"

"Yes, in my room," you winked.

"Okay," he replied and put the empty glass on the kitchen counter.

Choso handed you your purse and followed you as you made your way to your bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said when arriving in your room. You took your shoes off and so did he. He sat on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the TV; he was trying to not see the way you were removing your shirt, leaving you only on your form-fitting undershirt.

"Come on!" You said, getting his attention. Choso's mouth opened at the sight of your figure. He could see the outlines of your brassier, waist, hips, and even belly button. You smiled at his reaction.

"Get comfy," you jumped on the bed and crawled to the pillows. Choso's gaze betrayed him once again and glued to your backside, watching how your ass and legs moved. You turned around and lied on your pillows. "Join me here". His mind was entranced by your presence, so he followed your command until he was next to you.

"What do you want to watch?" You turned on the TV. Choso tried to respond, but got distracted when you placed your head on his chest, letting him get a full view of your soft breasts; they were barely covered by your cotton bra. His brows rose at the realization of your areola peeking outside of each cup. You raised your face up to see him, wondering why he hasn't answered yet. His eyes darted to the shining screen.

"A horror movie," he stated.

"Yes, sir," you browsed through Netflix. Choso and you discussed what to watch; he was determined to pick something truly horrifying so he could stop the tent forming on his crotch. After some minutes passed, you decided to go for the latest horror movie. The opening scene started, and you placed a blanket over your body.

You were surprised that Choso's attention was only on the screen. He wasn’t even noticing how you pulled the cleavage of your undershirt down. Nonetheless, that wasn't enough for you to quit your endeavors on getting busy with your boyfriend; so, to get him to notice you, you yelped when a jumpscare appeared.

Choso immediately tightened his grip and searched your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed when he only saw you smiling at him. In his mind, you fell for the screaming ghost gimmick. His focus went back to the television.

"Is he rejecting me?" You thought. "Maybe I need to be more straightforward," you sat on the bed, Choso's hand left your shoulder. He moved his face to notice what you were going to do next.

You took your shirt off, leaving you only in underwear. Choso's face turned bright red, but nothing prepared him for what was about to come.

He noticed you were moving under the covers; his mind couldn’t come up with a reason for it, but it wasn’t necessary as he saw you throwing your pants to the side of the bed, the garment fell on the floor. His heart stopped completely, skipping more than a beat.

You lied down on his chest. Choso remained tense, and couldn't bring himself to make a move. You crept your hands under his shirt, starting to touch his soft skin: he shivered, and you kept moving it upwards, dragging the fabric and revealing his nipples. You placed your lips on his chest, leaving hot butterfly kisses on it.

"Stop," he said.

"What?" Your eyes opened in shock.

"Don't do that," he said with a flushed face. "We shouldn't be doing this yet"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to be turned on in front of you," he paused and took a deep breath.

"Why?" You said.

"It's just that... I..." He lowered his head.

"Choso, please"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," you blinked and then furrowed your brows.

"You're not making me uncomfortable"

"Listen," he paused, "I get a bit ahead of myself when I am this close to you. I believe you deserve respect. We have just started dating"

"Choso," you cupped his face in your hands. "We can do whatever we want," you sat on his lap, facing him. "And I want you," your lips placed a loving kiss on his cheek.

"It's too early, Y/N"

"We've known each other for longer than that. I trust you," you whispered in his ear. "Relax, and let me know if you like this," you encouraged him to lie down on the pillows.

You moved your hand to his abdomen, feeling his sculpted muscles. He moaned when your hands reached his waistband and noticed how your fingers wrapped around the base of his hard-on. A moan slipped out of your mouth, you were surprised by his thick size.

"This is what I felt on the train?"

"I'm sorry," Choso cried.

"It's okay, baby," you searched under his pants for the head of his cock. You were surprised at how long his shaft was. "You know, if you need help with this, you can ask me," Choso looked at you in disbelief. "I will gladly help you", an electric sensation ran through his spine when you touched his wet tip.

You pulled his erection out, wanting to see what you were holding. Your eyes grew in size as a big veiny cock came out of his sweatpants. The head was flushed in hot pink just like Choso's face.

You were fixated on your boyfriend's shaft. Your hand moved around it, making him twitch. Choso moaned loudly and parted his legs as a reflex.

You changed the pattern of your caresses, covering and exposing the red tip with his foreskin. Audible wet sounds and Choso's heavy breathing filled the room. Your eyes traveled to your boyfriend's face, and saw how he threw his head back; his mind was clouded with lust.

Your sight dropped to his hips, making you realize that white droplets were oozing out of his mushroom head. You coated your palm with it to use it as lube, spreading it on his girth. Choso's moaning became almost chant, and your strokes became quicker.

"Stop..." Choso pleaded. "I'm going to... finish," he hid his face behind his hand.

You stopped at his command and got off his lap. Your hands traveled to his legs, pushing his pants down and noticing how strong and defined the muscles of his thighs were. Your eyes kept exploring his exposed body: first his warm-colored face, then his bulky chest, his defined abdomen, and lastly the swollen cock lying on his belly. You were impressed by his beauty.

"Baby, your body is like art," you said. Choso opened his eyes and looked at your face. He smiled.

"Have you seen yourself?" He placed a hand on your arm, caressing it. "You're more beautiful than art itself"

Your wide smile melted his heart. He pulled you into an embrace against his body. His calloused hands ran on your back; his arousal pressed on your hips. You could hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. The room was quiet.

"Choso," he curiously eyed your expression. "I want you"

Choso placed a hand on your cheek, helping you align your lips with his. You placed the tip of your tongue near the entrance of his mouth; he opened it slightly and let you in. You massaged his soft tongue with yours.

Choso's low moans could be barely heard; he was enjoying the taste of your mouth but he needed more from you.

His left hand went straight to your waist; he squished the skin and then fondled it. His right hand placed itself on the back of your head, where he softly touched your nape. You were trapped between his arms.

Choso wanted to make you feel good, so he locked his tight grip with his huge biceps and placed you underneath him. Your legs opened and welcomed him near your most hidden area.

Choso resumed the kissing of your squishy lips. Your hands roamed from his toned shoulders to his small waist and stopped to squeeze his asscheeks. Choso enjoyed how the silky texture of your fingers felt on his skin.

"Baby, I want you now," you said. Choso broke the kiss, sat on his knees, and took in the view of your awaiting body. His hands went to your hips; he took your panties by the sides and slid them through your thighs, your calves, and then your feet. You grabbed your bra and discarded it aside.

Choso remained with his hard-on on his thigh, watching every inch of your naked figure. His fingers traveled through your body, sensing your flawless form. His pupils dilated and his heartbeat got faster.

Choso's eyes went back to your lower body and fixated on your pussy. He was mesmerized by how glistening the lips were; his hand neared your heated cunt, and explored it, coating his fingers with your gooey fluids.

"Baby, please take me," you were watering at how his cock has gotten firmer with his exploration of your body. Choso placed his forearms next to your face. You could see how he took his dripping cock and directed it towards your pussy.

His hips pushed forward, Choso gasped and you left a loud cry out. Before rocking himself, Choso put his lips on top of yours, and you hugged him. He thrust his dick deep inside you, your pussy opening wide to make room for him.

Choso was delighted at the warm feeling of your cunt against his cock's veins; his size stretched you out so nicely that he could feel his ridges caressing all the areas of your pussy. His dick spurted more pre-cum when you tighten around him. Choso pounded faster into you, his pace getting agitated when your bit his lips. The bed squeaked under your figures.

Your pussy was trying to milk him good, pulsing around the head of his dick. This was enough to send Choso to the edge, his thrusts became rush. He squealed when your nails dug on his shoulder blades. The small amount of pain he received was worth it for how sweetly you were moaning under him.

Your walls started to spam around him, hitting all the inches of his swollen cock. Choso moaned as you orgasmed. At the last wave of your pulsing, he pulled out and he slurped a thick load of creamy cum that hit the inside of your thigh, his dick remained twitching as he placed his face between your boobs, trying to recover his breath.

Choso moved to a side, placing himself next to you. He looked at your expression and found comfort when he saw you were brightly smiling at him. He took your body and snuggled you on his chest. Your eyes were closing.

Before you fell into a deep sleep, Choso placed a peck on your forehead.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you whispered.

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Simping softness prompts: “ holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!”

Liam & Riley

Thanks for the ask! When I first looked over the list, this particular prompt caught my eye, and I thought to myself ‘I know someone is going to send me this one, what the hell am I going to do?’ And of course it was the first/only one I got! 

Once I figured out how to make a story out of it, the rest came easy!

(Prompt pulled from this list. Feel free to send me more!)

Word Count: 957

Warnings: Adult language, innuendo, otherwise it’s pretty tame. 

A/N: This story takes place pre Sapere Aude. 

A/N 2: Thank you @phoenixrising308 thank you for pre-reading, and naming this! I don’t know what I would do without you. 

Tags: Listed below, if you want to be added or removed just hit me up!

All characters belong to Pixelberry

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Riley groaned as her arm reached to her bedside table, blindly slapping her hand around looking for her ringing phone. Whoever this is, is going to be tried for treason as soon as I’m awake enough to sign the paperwork. “This better be good.” She groggily greeted the caller. 

“Brooks?”

The somber tone in Drake’s voice woke Riley up immediately. “Drake? What’s the matter?” She looked at the bed next to her to find it empty. Liam hadn’t come home from his guys' night yet. 

“I...can you come over to my place?”

She was already out of bed, rushing to the closet to get dressed. “What’s wrong? Is Liam ok?” 

“Just co --”

The call dropped, Riley pulled the phone from her ear and noticed that the screen was blank. “Ugh...fucking shit wireless charger. You’ve got to be kidding me.” She dropped the phone, finished getting changed and ran to the front door. “Mara, we have to go. Now.” She ordered as she shuffled down the hall, trying to put her shoes on as she walked. 

“Your majesty?” Mara questioned as she followed behind the queen. 

“Drake called, something’s wrong. He said I need to go to his cabin. My phone died before I could get any more information.” She stopped when she reached the bottom of the grand staircase and turned to Mara. “See if you can get a hold of Drake.”

“Of course, your majesty. Should I call in for backup?”

“No, that’s not necessary, can we just go now please?”

“Yes ma’am. Wait here, and I will bring the car around.”

Drake didn’t live far from the palace, but the car ride seemed to take forever. Riley watched out the window, willing the scenery to move faster, as she tapped the pads of each of her fingers against her thumbs repeatedly. Mara hadn’t been able to get a hold of Drake, she also made a few unsuccessful attempts to reach Liam’s phone. 

Once the cabin was in view, Riley had her seatbelt unhooked and her hand on the door handle. As soon as the car slowed enough, she hopped out and ran to the cabin. She rushed through the door and looked around. “Where is he?”

“My queen is here!” Her head snapped in the direction of the slurred statement to find Liam trying to stand from his spot on the couch, smiling widely, arms outstretched, eyes half closed. He was drunk. 

She walked up to him and slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to fall backward onto the couch and burst into a fit of laughter. “Holy crap, I thought you were dead!” She turned to Drake pointing an angry finger in his face. “Never do that to me again!”

“Hey, I tried to explain to you that he was shit faced. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to charge your phone.” Drake held his hands up defensively. 

Before Riley could retort, she felt her arm being tugged. She turned to face Liam, who had managed to get himself upright, and was trying to pull her closer. “Love, I missed you, come sit with me.”

 She chuckled and sat next to him on the couch. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

“Much better now that you are here. But you’re too far away, sit closer.” She slid closer to him, their thighs touching. “No, closer.” She arched an eyebrow at him, and he patted his lap in response. She shook her head and repositioned herself so that she was sitting on Liam’s lap. 

“Is this better?”

“No, but I suppose it will have to do since Drake is sitting right there.” He tilted his head in his friend’s direction on the other end of the couch. 

Riley turned her attention back to Drake. “How did this even happen? He’s totally blasted, and you’re just fine?”

Drake shrugged. “Your husband sucks at drinking games.”

“Do you want to go home now, Liam?” She placed her hands on either side of his face and brushed a kiss against his forehead. 

He smiled and nodded. “Did you bring the car with the privacy partition so that we could…” He attempted to wink subtly, but in his state all he was able to do was blink both eyes. 

She couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped her, she clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound slightly. “No baby, Mara just grabbed the first car she could. We wanted to get here as fast as possible.”

“Aww, because you missed me so much like I missed you so much?”

“Yes, that’s exactly why. Come on, you going to be ok to walk to the car?” Riley stood, extending a hand out to Liam. 

“If I say no, will you carry me?” He slapped his hand against hers before linking their fingers together. 

“Nice try, your majesty. Come on, be a big boy and walk by yourself.” She helped him walk a few steps before looking over her shoulder to Drake. “Thanks for calling me, maybe next time try cutting him off before he’s in this deep?”

“Just wait until I get you alone, then I’ll show you how deep I can get.” Liam slurred as he ambled toward the front door.

“Jesus Liam!” She slapped his arm. 

He stopped and turned so they were face to face. “Yes love, that is what you will be screaming when I show you.” He kissed her on the nose and continued walking. 

Riley turned her head to glare at Drake who was cackling at the interaction from the couch. “Have fun with all of that, Brooks.” He saluted her as she lifted her free hand and flipped him off before exiting his cabin. 

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Yo yo yoooi! Can I please have a lost boys x vamp reader who’s like the very first vampire to be born and she comes and meets the boys cause she’s traveling across the world to visit all her “children” - so basically ancient ass vamp reader who looks 20 something meets the lost boys cause she’s meeting the rest of her kind

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ngl i basically pictured reader as a pre-milfication lady d while writing this jhgfdsa. brainrot!! also mild max slander

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If there is one rule you’ve managed to learn over the long years of your existence, it is this: humans will take any opportunity to make fools of themselves. 

Santa Carla is no exception.

Even in the early morning before the hordes of hormone-addled humans descended on the beach, the air had been heavy with smoke and blood and sex, so strong it almost overpowered the scent of the sea even when you'd peeled off your sandals to wade in. In its own way, it's exhilarating; the anticipation had your old blood stirring, your excitement mounting as the sun dipped low and the crowds swelled. From the window of your little motel room, you'd had a wonderful view of the flood of humans that spilled onto the boardwalk, the vast majority of them young and already inebriated to some degree. Ripe for the picking.  

It's not humans that you're hunting for tonight, though. At least, not yet.  

At a leisurely pace, you wander the boardwalk, taking your time to enjoy the local color. You indulge in a vivid blue cloud of cotton candy, try a couple rides, win yourself a stuffed whale after breaking a few bottles and promptly gift it to the first kid you see. A belligerent twenty-something who stinks of beer tugs at the hem of your white dress as it swishes around your thighs and you break his wrist without a second thought, disappearing into the crowd long before his scream of pain is lost in the echo of blaring music and shrieks of sugar-fueled glee. 

You're in line behind a gaggle of chattering teens at an ice cream stand when your nerves prickle, feeling the weight of eyes on the back of your neck. Without turning, you inhale, nose wrinkling as the acrid smell of old blood fills your nose. They absolutely reek of the stuff - it's so strong that you're a little surprised even the humans aren't picking up on it. But then again, maybe they just can't pick it out under the layers of weed and exhaust smoke.

The teens disperse, laden with several precarious cones of ice cream, and the bored woman behind the counter waves you up. You open your mouth, but there's an arm around your waist before you can say a word, a cool body pressed against your side. A ringed hand slaps a crumpled five-dollar bill on the counter, mismatched bracelets jingling with the motion. 

"We got the lady's order tonight, Peggy," comes a voice from your other side. You glance over the top of your glasses (cheap, heart-shaped things rimmed in vivid pink, scavenged from last night's meal) and meet the gaze of a cherubic blond, his pale blue eyes calculating as he worries his thumbnail between his teeth.�� 

The arm around your waist squeezes tighter. You turn your head, tilting your chin slightly so you can lock eyes with another pair of baby blues. They sparkle at you mischievously as your fellow vampire, bends to whisper in your ear, teased blond mane tickling your nose. "What can I get for you, baby girl?" 

You make a show of considering your options, pouting faintly as you prop a hand under your chin. You slip your other hand around his waist, idly toying with the mesh of his ridiculous fishnet top and grinning when he shivers at the scrape of your painted nails. "Chocolate shake, I think," you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes. "Are you getting anything?"

Rocker boy shakes his head, tips you an exaggerated wink as he shoves the fiver towards the increasingly petrified-looking cashier. "Nah, all yours tonight."

"Sweet of you," you chirp, popping up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He beams at you sunnily, shooting an excited glance at the cherub over the top of your head.

Peggy pushes your shake over the counter, lid only half-on in her haste to get the three of you away from her little stand. You manage to flash her a smile (aiming for sympathetic, but perhaps landing closer to smug) before you're pulled away, happily taking a sip of your drink as the cherub comes to walk at your side, trapping you between their bodies. You address the rocker first, catching the way his eyes dart down to catch you licking the ice cream from your lips. "You got a name?" 

"You can call me Paul, baby," he purrs, then wiggles his brows at you suggestively. "Or daddy, if ya want." 

You snort around the straw of your shake, unable to resist the grin that tugs at the corners of your mouth. It's definitely one of the more low-effort pickup lines you've ever heard, but something about him - the goofy little eyebrow waggle, the answering grin when you laugh at him like he knows exactly how ridiculous he is, his overall puppyish manner - manages to push it over the line from sleazy to charming. "You should be so lucky."

"I'd be the luckiest man in the world, I think," he flashing you a smile that's slower, more seductive than his cheesy grin - the kind of smile that would make any pretty young human a little more willing to spread their thighs. 

It's perhaps more effective on you than you care to admit, but you ignore the lazy heat that curls down your spine, turning to bat your eyes at the cherub. "How 'bout you, handsome?" 

"Marko," he says shortly. His face is young, but he's definitely the older one here - you can always tell by the eyes. "And you're on our turf."

"What, a girl can't take a little vacation in peace? I thought this was a free country," you huff in mock indignance.

Marko narrows his eyes at you. "Free country, maybe. Not free hunting grounds." He gnaws his thumbnail again, scanning you like he's trying to judge a threat - though it seems he can't help lingering for a long moment on the bare skin of your thighs. "Mind coming with us? David wants to meet you." 

David. The name is familiar - Max's first, if you recall. From what you'd heard, he could be quite a territorial creature. 

Paul, perhaps mistaking your thoughtfulness for unease, squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, you're not in trouble. We just wanna make sure you're cool, you know?" His thumb draws steady circles over the arch of your shoulder blade. "This is our turf, but if you're not gonna cause any trouble, you'll be okay." 

The expression on Marko's face makes you doubt Paul's optimism, but you play along, curling a hand around his bicep and leaning in. "But what if I like causing trouble?" 

Paul grants you another sunny grin. "Then you can cause trouble with us," he murmurs against the shell of your ear. "I bet we could show you a good time." 

Marko clears his throat, distracting you from your flirting, and you're suddenly aware of the scent of blood grown stronger - along with the pungent smell of motor oil. Looking ahead, you see a group of bikes before you, two more vampires leaning against their respective rides. 

Both handsome, and you can tell they're both strong - but it's clear from a glance which one is the leader. 

"Thanks for fetching our guest," the blond - David, you know instinctively - rumbles, his voice a warm, sardonic purr. He looks you up and down, the weight of his eyes like a physical thing. "Welcome to Santa Carla."

"Do you give all visitors a personal welcome?"

"Only the interesting ones." He smiles at you, the edge of a fang glinting in the light. "Come with us. There's someone you should meet." 

You lift a brow. "Oh? And here I figured you were the one in charge around here?" 

"I am, don't get it twisted," he shoots back lazily, pulling a battered pack of cigarettes from inside his duster. "But our sire wants to meet you." 

"Ah, so you're the lead enforcer," you muse, nodding. David gives you a look caught between exasperation and amusement and takes point as you're herded after him. "And you?" You chirp, turning to the dark-haired boy who walks behind you. 

He blinks languidly at you. "...Dwayne." 

Strong and silent. You can appreciate that in a man. 

You're lead to a video shop in the center of the boardwalk, fielding Paul's flirting, Marko's questions, and Dwayne's cautious stare as you go. David walks slightly ahead of the rest of you, puffing on a cigarette and occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

As you approach the door you hear Dwayne sniff, his rumble of "Maria's not here yet," barely audible even to your heightened senses. 

"Good," David murmurs, pulling open the door with a merry chime of the little bell. He bows his head, making a sweeping gesture to usher you by. "After you."

Drifting inside, you're assaulted by flickering screens and lurid posters, a storm of color and noise. You run a fingertip down the spine of a videotape, but a whimper draws your attention. Bending at the waist, you catch sight of Max's hound hiding under a desk, watching you with ears pinned flat to his skull. 

Shame, really. You found him rather cute, but the beast had always been terrified of you. 

A familiar scent reaches your nose, and a familiar face follows soon after - though he's changed significantly since the last time you saw him. The trappings of the modern world suit him well, you have to admit; the thick glasses lend a sort of non-threatening charm to his face, which you suppose is the point.

"Thorn, what's gotten into"—he stops so quickly his shoes squeal against the floor, the friendly shopkeeper guise dropping in the space of a blink—You." 

"Maxie." You greet, inclining your head. "You look... alive. In a manner of speaking, of course." 

He steps between you and the hound, hands curled into tense fists at his sides. "What are you doing here?" 

"Just sightseeing, really," you say soothingly, holding up your hands in surrender. "Figured the time was ripe to catch up with the world, see how all my little birds are doing. Carmilla sends her love, by the way." 

"This is my territory," Max hisses through his teeth, eyes bleeding yellow. "You know you can't be here without prior notice, it's law—" 

You sigh through your nose and snap your fingers. "Maximillian, kneel."

He falls to his knees hard enough that the tile cracks under his weight. You step closer, lifting his chin to meet his furious glare; he visibly strains against your order, a vein pulsing in his temple. You have no doubt that he would tear your throat out if given the chance.

But you've been alive entirely too long to let a little upstart like Max get the better of you.  

"I'm not here to cause trouble," you say, calmly, but firm. "But I made the laws, Max. You would do well not to forget that." 

He bares his teeth at you, face fully transformed to reveal the beast within. You look at him impassively for a moment, then sigh, turning on your heel and edging past a stunned Dwayne. "I'll meet you outside, boys."  

You push through the door with more force than strictly necessary, the tinkle of the bell almost mocking your dampened mood. Disappointing. Max had always clashed with you, even if he lacked the nerve to do anything about it. You'd hoped that a few hundred years apart might have cooled his animosity towards you, but clearly that was too much to hope for. 

You suck on your straw, making a face at the airy rattle you get instead of ice cream. All out of milkshake, and still so thirsty.  

The bell jingles again, heralding the approach of Max's coven. "I apologize for not warning you," you say before any of them can speak, twirling your empty cup. "I did have a feeling Max would react badly to seeing me. He's always been a bit of a cunt when things don't go his way." 

"How old are you?" Marko blurts. 

"Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady's age?" You tut, waving a finger in mock-indignation. "Really. No manners at all."

David steps forward, eyes glittering in the neon lights. "You turned Max." 

"No," you say, smiling to show off the long, curving points of your canines. "But I turned his sire. And I turned the sire before her, too." 

Glances are exchanged. Dwayne and David hold each other's gaze for a long moment, then Dwayne breaks away to glance at Marko, murmuring something just quietly enough that you don't catch it. Paul smiles, curious and admiring, and when David looks back at you there's a cautious interest written in the lines of his face. 

"Tell you what," you purr, looping your arms around David's neck. His gloved hands come to rest on your hips, leather creaking as he idly kneads the flesh hidden beneath soft cotton. "My throat's feeling a little dry. Why don't you boys take me for a drink, and then I’ll answer a few questions."

[hizashiiis]

Bakusquad + “Why are you awake” Part Two

PART ONE HERE

So here’s part two! Fun fact, the song Jirou plays you in her part is actually a song I wrote! I didn’t include any of the lyrics though because its lowkey really cheesy :/

I hope you like this! This one is for Sero, Mina, and Jirou.

Warnings: insomnia, depression kinda

Sero Hanta

- Sero is very much a hypocrite when it comes to getting enough sleep

- He’s constantly up at all hours, even sending you random texts if he can’t sleep

- But when you aren’t going to bed at a normal time?

- He’s so sad

- He looks like you kicked his puppy and then him in rapid succession. 

- It’s crazy because he seems to just instinctively know when you’re awake

- Like he bolts up in his bed all, “they ain’t in bed. I’m abt to beat some ass.”

- He’s never sure if he’s right though, so he texts you a meme he made specifically for you being up too late

- It’s probably really cheesy and outdated, but the effort is there

- If you respond to it (because you will) he knocks on the wall between your dorms and talks to you 

- Often, you both just stay up like that

Sero’s body is awake before his mind, moving him to sit up in bed before he can think. He was having a really intense dream; something about talking mice. He didn’t mind it, but he woke up as if he’d had a nightmare. 

Faintly, from the wall beside him, he can hear low music playing, but he can’t make out what song it is. It’s coming from your room, though, so he’s concerned. 

The sky outside is dark, clouds drifting across his windowed view of the moon. It must be pretty late; all the noise is gone, leaving nothing but static air, and the music. He leans over his bed to look at the time on his phone. It’s around 2 am. The song you’re playing ends, and he recognizes the next one. It’s on your sad playlist. 

He sends you the meme, as well as an invitation for a hug as soon as it’s morning. You respond almost instantly, assuring him that you’re fine, you just couldn’t sleep. But he knows you better than that. 

Knocking on the wall between you, he hears the music stop suddenly. He calls out to your wall. 

“Mi amor? What’s keeping you awake?” He’s met with silence for a moment before your shaky voice responds.

“I’m okay. I just kinda got hit with some sad, y’know?” He does know. He knows that this happens sometimes. It happens to him, too. But he hates hearing your voice sound so lost. You almost sound hopeless, and he can’t bear it. 

“I understand.” He places his hand up to the wall, wishing he could hold you. Unfortunately, you had both been told off by Iida for sleeping in each other’s rooms more than enough times lately, so he couldn’t just go see you. He opts instead for hugging a stuffed giraffe you had gotten him after the Sports Festival. 

“Do you want me to distract you, or do you want to talk about it?” He asks, stroking the giraffe’s head as if it’s your hair, not knowing that on the other side of the wall, you’re holding a stuffed lion the same way. 

“Distract me?” Your voice comes out only just loud enough for him to hear you, but he understands. He begins to tell you a story. He’s told it before. It’s about a great hero, one who fights crime valiantly, and his partner, also a fantastic hero. He ad-libs parts of it, making pretend villains say silly slogans, and recounting how the heroes save the day. 

As he reaches the end, he hears you giggle a bit. “Oh? Did it work? Are you smiling over there, my sweet?” He calls to you, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“A little bit.” You respond, playing with your stuffed animal. “If you keep talking, maybe I’ll even smile more.”

He laughs, eyes bleary with sleep, but happy to talk to you the whole night.

Mina Ashido

- Honestly, she’s no better than you about staying awake

- She tries to sleep, but her thoughts are always racing

- Sometimes it’s thoughts of you, sometimes of new things she wants to try in training, or things she wants to see if she can convince her friends to do

- But she wants you to get adequate rest, even if it’s hard for her to do the same

- She used to get told off for sneaking to your room every night, but then Momo and Iida saw how much better you were performing in school on the days after she’d been there, and they started letting it slide

- It’s nicer for her, too, because she has someone to ramble to as the two of you fall asleep

Mina skipped down the hallway toward your room. It was a bit past midnight, and usually, you would be asleep by this time. It was well past lights out, and classes had run long that day, not to mention the endless exams that were happening at UA right now. So when she reached your door, she was surprised to find you watching a movie on your phone instead of snoring. 

“Hey bug! Why are you still up, don’t you know what time it is?” She says, throwing a grin your way as she puts her blanket down next to you. 

You shrug, yawning. “I could ask you the same thing, love.” She pouts at that, tossing her arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple.

She watches you watching your show for a few minutes before saying anything. It looks good, she supposes, but she has a better idea of what to watch. “Scoot over.” She pushes you lightly, giggling as you scrunch to the side to give her more room. “Do you wanna watch something with me?” She asks, holding up her phone. 

You look at her for a moment. “That is what we are currently doing, is it not?” You hold up your phone in return, showing her the paused screen. 

“But I have a better movie!” She insists, unlocking her screen and shoving it above yours so that you can see her pick. She’s right, it is a better movie. You guys have watched the entire Studio Ghibli filmography, but even you know that her favorite, “When Marnie was There,” is the better option at this particular moment. 

You toss your phone to the side, pulling her in to lay next to you. “Fair enough, bubs, I guess yours is better.” You feign reluctance, watching her excitedly press play and tuck the blanket in around the both of you. Her arm curls tighter around your shoulders, and she giggles as the opening credits start. 

“Hey Minari?” You use her favorite nickname, looking at her through hooded, sleepy eyes. She hums in response. “Why is this one your favorite?”

Hearing the question, she pauses the movie, turning to look right at you. She’s quiet for a moment, thinking about her answer. “I guess because they remind me of us! Like I’m Marnie, and you’re Anna, and we’re having this great adventure together!” You feel your face heat at her words, thinking about the movie more critically now. Mina continues, “It’s like…” she pauses, finding the right words. “Like Anna is learning how her friendship with Marnie can make her feel more right, as a person. And I feel like that about you!” 

You’re tearing up now, unsure how to respond. Mina is so many things, and being with you is that important to her? It’s a new feeling, but certainly a welcome one. You pull her down, giving her a kiss. And then another kiss. And one on her nose. 

“Press play, Mina.”

Kyoka Jirou

- Lol u think she sleeps?

- She does, but not at night

- Were it not for classes, Jirou would be essentially nocturnal

- So you try to remind her to go to sleep

- Sometimes you’ll walk past her dorm at night, and you hear her guitar, softly playing her favorite songs

- Before you got together, sometimes you would sit outside her door and listen to her play

- Not in a creepy way, there’s just a little common area right outside her room and you like took a book there, you weren’t like ooh it’s late i think i’ll sit outside someone’s room and listen to them

- You aren’t Mineta. 

- But anyway

- Now that you are together, Jirou thinks it’s really sweet that you listen to her play

- Sometimes she leaves her door cracked open so you can come in

It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, and the light is on in Jirou’s room. You had come out to go to the bathroom, but you noticed her guitar, and decided to stay. The soft strumming is pretty, and you’re glad to be one of the few people allowed to hear it. 

Opening Jirou’s door just a bit more, you nod toward her desk chair in a silent question. She nods, so you go sit down. 

She’s playing a song you don’t recognize, and the lyrics are sad. Even still, it’s beautiful, and your eyes seem to naturally close, taking in the melody of her voice. She used to tell you her voice wasn’t anything special, but she seems content now to let you listen. 

The guitar resonates with the last few chords, and the ending note is held for three beats. When she’s finished, Jirou opens her eyes and looks at you, waiting for your thoughts.

“It was beautiful. Did you write that?” You ask her, your hands fidgeting with the urge to hold her own. She nods, but doesn’t say anything. 

You don’t acknowledge the sad theme of the song. She’s told you before that sometimes sad songs are easier than happy ones. That the melody is clearer. You don’t mind. All her songs are beautiful, and they reflect her in them, and isn’t that what makes a piece of art?

“I have another one, if you’d like to hear it?” She looks nervous; something you never see on her.

“I’d love to!” Your exclamation seems to snap her out of the anxiety in her eyes, which narrow a little. 

“Just…” She starts, looking away from you to adjust the capo on her instrument. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

Confused, you nod, and she starts playing. 

The song starts out with a few chords repeating in a loop, and then she begins to sing. The lyrics are confusing to you at first, and you still aren’t sure why she’s told you not to freak out. But then she gets to the chorus, and it begins to make more sense. 

Lyrics, in essence, are a poem, and this one is a love poem. Her thoughts, written out, are so sweet and loving, that you’re sure you don’t know what to think. She sings elegantly, like someone who’s never known how to dance, and yet is waltzing perfectly across a shining floor. 

She finishes the song with a declaration of loyalty, and you realize your eyes are watering. She looks at you, waiting for your thoughts. 

You say nothing. You don’t know how to say anything, so you stand, cross to her, and pull her into a hug. She’s not usually one for physical touch, but she holds you tightly. 

“It’s about me, right?” You laugh, leaving a kiss on her calloused fingers. She rolls her eyes. 

“Obviously.”

She smiles at you, pulling you to lay on her bed as she puts her guitar in its case, taking the capo off the strings. “You should sleep. It’s like, morning now.”

“You should too.” You retort, still holding her hand. 

“No.”

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

---

Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[onebizarrekai]

undeniable proof that shuichi and kokichi were gay in v3

prepare yourself for the most big brain thing that has ever bigged your brain

chapter 1

shuichi saihara spends this chapter following kaede around because they were just trapped in a godforsaken killing game and everything seems to suck. when faced with a situation such as this, the natural inclination is to either find someone to latch onto or to distrust and stick to oneself. shuichi does the former because he is a twiggy little man who would probably die in a fight before anyone even attacked him.

what is kokichi doing in this chapter? sticking to himself? stalking someone? that is the real question. nobody knows what he is doing because he is not the protagonist and not the obligatory party companion. however, since v3 follows a theme of fiction, it is totally logical to believe that some system must be in place, but kokichi is not bound by such a system because kokichi represents anarchy.

he does not stick with another for all to see, nor does he remain alone. alas, he searches for a secret companion and has not found one yet. who shall he find? shall he find any? the truth is, he gravitates towards shuichi. it’s supposed to be in secret, but there is a way in the game to see what really happened.

if you speak to tsumugi right before everyone is asked to gather at the cafeteria a second time, she mentions sonic the hedgehog. kokichi runs by, saying “got to go fast”. this means that kokichi has either played sonic the hedgehog or is at least well-versed in sonic memes. if you get this dialogue, and only if you get it, later, kokichi makes another sonic reference, saying “faker? I think you’re the fake hedgehog around here!” while he confuses everyone, the dialogue makes the odd choice of stopping on shuichi, even though the dialogue box only includes “…” and nothing else.

chapter 2

if you have unlocked tsumugi’s sonic dialogue and go to the monomono machine, you now have a 5% chance of getting sonic merchandise. if you give this merchandise to kokichi, you get some interesting dialogue. he says “wow, shuichi! how did you know that I grew up playing sonic and that it’s my absolute favorite video game series of all time?” this immediately maxes out all 5 of his friendship fragments, and you can get all 5 of his hangouts without giving him any more presents. you’re probably wondering why this is important, but you will see.

as kaede is now dead, shuichi finds himself horribly alone. while kaito is there and starts calling him his sidekick, the force of protagonist syndrome has caused shuichi to gain the courage to hang out with anyone, including kokichi of course. I don’t need to talk about kokichi’s hangouts. they literally end with “I stole your heart, so now I’m satisfied!” and it doesn’t get gayer than that.

or does it?

if you investigate the bathroom part of ryoma’s lab during this chapter and click on a very specific spot in order to enter one of the stalls, you can click on the toilet 5 times and shuichi will lie down on the floor. while it’s to investigate the underside of the toilet, and there is nothing to be found, the words “kokichi was here” are written on the ceiling above the stall. if you’ve already hung out with kokichi at least once in this chapter, shuichi will sigh and wonder what kokichi is doing right now.

if you’ve given kokichi the sonic merchandise, and you reach kokichi’s final free time event in this chapter, he will actually question shuichi after he finishes bandaging kokichi’s finger up, briefly commenting on how shuichi managed to get close to him so quickly and asking him “what his trick is”. he says “you must like me a whole lot, shuichi. I hope you don’t bail on me after this.” word for word, literally just hear me out.

“kokichi places his warm hand on mine, and I feel like he’s prying much deeper than he usually does.”

“I didn’t think that was possible…”

chapter 3

little did you know, giving kokichi the sonic merchandise unlocked a bonus hangout. yes, you heard me right. a WHOLE bonus hangout. you can hang out with him again whenever you want in this chapter. kokichi only says “good to see you.” you can select yes or no.

the screen will fade to black.

you have used up a free time.

if you have reached this hidden part of kokichi’s relationship sequence, random dialogue that isn’t in the normal game starts getting sprinkled in, as well as certain easter eggs. when angie starts her whole shtick, since you’ve already hung out with kokichi 5 times, there are a few things he has to say straight up, like how he’s going to teach shuichi about cults so shuichi doesn’t accidentally join the student council.

chapter 4

now that you’ve finally reached chapter 4 and activated the secret kokichi pathway, you get a hidden scene, much like the others that are triggered by having specific items in your inventory. in the middle of the night, kokichi breaks into shuichi’s room and shakes him awake, telling him that someone stole his almond milk.

shuichi tells kokichi to shut up and rolls over.

fun fact, if you get the hangout with miu where she checks whether shuichi is a virgin, she does, in fact, say “ha, I can’t believe this!” and if you zoom in the window behind her, you can barely make out kokichi’s face. peering in. watching you. if you click on him at any point during this hangout, you will hear a voice clip of kokichi’s laugh and shuichi will internally respond to miu’s dialogue differently. he will think “miu is the last person I need to know about this…”

in this sonic dialogue route, shuichi responds slightly differently to kokichi revealing that he is the mastermind. although his dialogue is mostly the same, he counts approximately 22 extra crying sprites, implied to be caused by additional heartbreak.

chapter 5-6

these chapters play out mostly the same way until the very end, the only exception being when you’re investigating kokichi’s lab. if you click on kokichi’s throne 13 times, one of the bookshelves will slide out of the way to reveal a hidden bathroom. there is an envelope taped to the wall that says “for my beloved detective, who habitually smacks things over and over.” it says “if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. or am I? wouldn’t you like to know? nishishi.” shuichi comments about the fact that kokichi literally wrote that stupid laugh out, only to start crying again.

make sure that you have kind lie equipped as one of your skills before you start the final trial.

if you’ve done everything exactly according to plan up to this point, the ending is different.

tsumugi decides to show kokichi’s audition tape instead of kaede’s. he says “I’d love to be a part of danganronpa! I can finally be a bad guy without being scared!” but then kokichi looks directly at the camera. he says “naw, just messing with you. guess who?”

the screen cracks.

kokichi has suddenly entered the scene of the trial. tsumugi looks horrified. her wig falls off. everyone is at a loss for words. suddenly the screens and lights around them start to black out until everyone is left in almost complete darkness.

shuichi finally asks kokichi how he’s alive. he’s like, “you DIED” and kokichi is like “or did I? it’s the grand finale, shuichi! I owe you the truth this one time, because you’re my favorite.” everyone listens intently. “you see, by observing your irrational actions, almost like that of a main character… I was able to conclude that we exist in a fictional world that plays by certain rules. but we all been knew, didn’t we? not quite! someone forgot to test for exploits.” himiko just goes like “what the fuck you smokin?” and kokichi just laughs. “my self awareness has given me more power than you can possibly imagine! let’s just say I learned where the hit boxes are broken and installed a few cheat codes in the meantime!”

“no… that’s impossible! this isn’t supposed to be part of the ending at all!” tsumugi doesn’t like that one bit. she just kinda breaks down crying. shuichi isn’t paying attention to her though. he had accepted oblivion only to be greeted with kokichi being alive. as annoying as kokichi is, they are hopelessly in love. maki is a little disturbed.

after passionately reuniting with shuichi, kokichi says the thing. “this world is mine now, tsumugi! you got nothin on this! it’s time to say goodbye to this trash dump and create a new reality!” tsumugi just kinda goes like “noooo!!!”

everything goes black. shuichi has a vision about entering creative mode. kokichi has opped him. they take hands. “let’s create someplace way more fun.” maki and himiko and keebo look at each other because they’re floating in the background and watching this happen even though it’s supposed to be an internal vision. the screen goes white.

shuichi graces us with some internal protagonist dialogue about how he doesn’t really understand what’s happening anymore or what’s waiting for them outside of this world, but he thinks that things might turn out ok.

after unlocking this ending, you unlock a super secret video that you can view from the main menu. it’s a fully animated video of kokichi and dice dancing to world is mine. this is what they spent all their budget on