#they both look and talk like they haven't slept for several days and don't really know tf is going on

[deeplovelydark]

in the sound of her voice where sisko says that rather mean line about liking julian more when he doesn't talk too much both bashir and sisko are so spaced out and tired. bashir is supposed to talk to this woman who's injured and stranded alone on an uninhabited planet and he doesn't pay any attention to her until she pranks and roasts him. what sisko said is awful but it really isn't indicative of his personality as a whole

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS BI HAN | SUB ZERO MK1 WITH S/O

A/N: I'm going to write headcanons about all the men in MK, I'm going to write one shots, fanfic, I'm going crazy and more horny for each one of them... I'm gay as f*ck. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.

TW: sfw, headcanons in general, afab reader, smut.

He is an aggressive lover. I mean, he's not going to hit you or anything, but he's extremely cold (I laughed after remembering that he's fucking sub zero lol), he's the type to talk the basics, even to you, so don't do it "silly" questions for him, if he's okay or if he ate, he'll answer: "-I'm here in front of you so obviously I'm fine." "-Don't worry, I know how to take care of myself, I'm not a child."

He likes to show his love for you through actions, like buying you something you've been wanting for a while, like giving you a bouquet of flowers, small but meaningful, Bi-Han doesn't know how to express love for anyone, I'm sorry, But it's the truth, but he tries for you, even if it's not the best.

Bi-Han cares about you even if he doesn't express it, he knows that he is a frustrated and wrong man in several actions, even if he wants to lie to himself that he doesn't, you both know that, but if you haven't given up on him, and You're still on his side, it means you love him, and he values that.

Bi Han won't let you work outside of his sight, that is, he will want you at home, you can beg or try to argue, he will say: "-Your job is to be my husband/wife, take care of our house, me and yourself, I can't allow you to go around." -He spoke calmly, but seriously, and that was really his thought, he just wants you to be close to him, he is afraid, terrified, of losing you one day. -

Bi Han is insecure, even if he never admits it, he gets jealous very quickly, he knows that you are a beautiful person, so he knows that many ninjas lust after you, even though you are married to him, so please don't flirt with other men or women, this man is capable of crazy things and the silent treatment he will give you after that will be for an indefinite period of time.

You are always on his mind in every mission, Kuai Liang and Tomas sometimes notice their grandmaster looking into space and perhaps, a transparent smile appears quickly, while Bi-Han looks at the landscape on the horizon, thinking about you. "-I hope (Y/N) is okay" -He said to himself, shaking his head soon after and returning to the mission.

When he notices that you are sad he becomes worried, but he just crosses his arms under his chest, and looks at you waiting for an explanation for such behavior, if you are upset about something that someone from the Lin Kuei clan did to you, consider that person dead, your grand master husband will immediately leave the house forming a deadly ice dagger in his hand, returning some time later, with a determined and blood-stained look. "-Okay, wipe your tears, the problem has already been solved, let's have dinner." -He spoke seriously and calmly, as he wiped the blood from his hands on a cloth, heading to the kitchen with heavy steps and giving you a look, so you could follow him.

Bi-Han lies down on the bed next to you, but he can't sleep for several nights, he finds himself watching you, your face so peaceful next to him, the ninja monster of the lin kuei, you look so good and comfortable next to him, he really wonders why you married him, you deserve someone better.

He covers you more with the sheet, caressing your cheek lightly with his thumb, while whispering on rare occasions, that he loved you.

"-I really love you, you know that? I'm sorry I'm not the best man for you (Y/N), I really want you forever by my side, and I'll protect you from this world, whatever the cost, what do I do and for me and for you." -Bi Han told you while you slept, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, while looking at the moon soon after, it would be another night that he would be haunted by his own demons.

Bi-Han's favorite couple's activity with you is strolling to a lake on the Lin Kuei clan's estate, sitting with you on the cool grass as the two of you watch nature, the swans on the lake, the cloudy sky announcing an upcoming rain. would soon come, the trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind, as Bi Han talked about his mother, he really loved her, and he is happy to see that you were really interested in listening, as he talked about childhood memories, making little sculptures of ice with his fingertips to represent the story he told, it's these moments with you that make everything he did, even the cruelest things, worth it.

He may not be loyal to the clan, but he is to you. He's the type that if someone comes at him, he has to be held back so he doesn't punch them for such audacity. Ex:

"-Bi Han, are you going to come with us-"

"-I'm a married man"

"-Bi Han, we just asked-"

"-I'm a married man, I told you." -He says pointing to the wedding ring and leaving. They were just going to ask him to drink a little, but as Bi Han said, he is a married man to you.

He doesn't like nicknames, only during sex, other than that he will call you by your name, or "my husband/my wife", he likes the idea of being called "husband" by you too, so if you If you refer to him like that, in public, he will melt inside, and smile slightly sideways behind the mask.

He is a wild man in bed, taking out his frustrations and anger on your beautiful pussy, mouth and body in general.

Bi Han loves blowjobs, if he could, you would be kneeling between his legs 24 hours a day, with your pretty face taking his entire cock in your mouth - I feel sorry for you dear, this man's cock is big and thick, he's literally going to hit it down your throat easily, leaving you breathless while your husband enjoys watching you choke on his dick like that -

He likes to degrade you in sex, it's a way for him to mark you as his and release his frustrations too, he will fuck you roughly, especially fucking you with his dick stuck in your pussy, with him lifting you easily while his hips they aggressively pound against your tight hole.

"-You're a great slut, you know? Taking my cock like a desperate bitch."

"-Oh fuck, you feel so good, don't you? Your pussy was made for me, the grand master lin kuei, and only mine, only I deserve you, do you hear? I'm just going to fuck that beautiful pussy until you can only think about how You want my dick inside you."

"-Do I really have a little whore as my husband/wife? How lucky for me then."

"-I'm going to fill you up... I'm going to fill that tight pussy of yours, and you want that, don't you? You want every drop of my cum, you're a hungry slut."

He loves to call you: "slut", "dirty bitch", "private whore", "nymph", "good boy/girl with a tight pussy". Most of the sex sessions you have with Bi Han end with him cumming on your face, pussy or belly, painting everything with his cum and leaving you panting with your legs shaking - for him, sex really is only good when you are weak from cumming on his dick, and overstimulated, with a swollen clitoris - He loves many sexual positions, but he prefers:

Cowgirl’s Helper: He likes to see you on top of him, your hands on his chest, while one of his hands squeezes your ass, and the other is behind his head. Bi Han watches you get impaled on his dick, stretching your pussy slowly, as your pussy drools on his pulsing dick, he looks at you, smiling smugly when he sees the rise of his dick in your womb. He would just groan in response to your desperate moans, watching your body move as you whimpered to cum - he wasn't going to let you cum yet, and if you did, he was going to punish the hell out of you, giving you at least five painful orgasms and pleasant that night -

Stand and Deliver: He loves seeing you bent over, your waist is sore from being bent over for him, but he loves seeing your ass and waist on top, thrusting into your pussy while pulling your hands behind your back, he would go so hard on your hole that your feet would leave the ground, you could feel the burn of the speed of Bi Han's dick in your pussy, but he wouldn't stop, he wouldn't stop until he left you a trembling mess full of cum - while calling you a desperate slut his cock -

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[aimedis]

david & angel headcanons 🐺👼

"oh angel.. my angel..."

david and angel are always touching each other's hands. especially angel who uses them to fidget when they're struggling to focus

angel doesn't usually call david "david" unless they're angry

david doesn't call angel by their name either

angel loves playing with david's hair

their song is perfect by ed sheeran (duhh)

angel likes to straddle david, like sitting on his hips with their hands on his chest and david likes it too

angel stands on their tippie toes to kiss david on the forehead and david thinks it’s endearing as shit

david loves resting his head on angel's chest almost as much as he loves their head on his

angel is the second oldest of five siblings and they all love david

angel's parents love david even more. they gave him the paternal relationship that he's been missing since his dad died even though he can't really tell them everything about him

angel used to have an eat1ng dis0rder. they are recovered but they sometimes still struggle with eating. david is always there to help him (rubbing their back, feeding them, encouraging them, distracting them etc.)

angel paints their nails often and david always picks the colour. he's very particular about it as well, making sure they don't use the same colour as last time and that the colour compliments their skin tone

they cut each other's hair at home

angel gets the biggest smile on their face whenever david introduces them as his mate

they are both ticklish so they chase each other around the house tickling each other (david uses it to get angel out of bed, angel uses it because they think they're hilarious)

angel is hands down the funniest person david knows

david never sleeps well if angel is away from home. if they haven't called him before bed, he doesn't sleep at all

angel is highkey obsessed with david. they always look for him in a crowd, they're always texting him, always talking or thinking about him

angel sing-songs "daveyyyy" whenever he's working or cooking and they're coming to bother him

david is lowkey obsessed with angel. he's also always talking to or about them, thinking about them, and spinning his wedding band around his finger when he misses them

whenever angel needs reassurance, david would always give it to them with the softest voice ever heard from him

david's love language is gift giving (and physical touch) and angel expects a new trinket or something from him at least three times a month

angel's love language is physical touch (and words of affirmation) and they just always know when he needs a pick-me-up cuddle or pep talk

angel writes david mini-love letters every few days and slip them in his jacket pocket

david introduced angel to his dad's grave after their one year anniversary. they both cried a lot

angel is such a crybaby when it comes to david being nice to them

when they argue, it's used to always be about david being unnecessarily rude and angel being invasive

now, they can argue about literally anything if they're heated enough

angel starts acting like david when they're fighting or just angry in general and two davids having an argument doesn't usually end well

their arguments end up as screaming matches more often than not but they don't really say things they don't mean anymore

they make up as soon as there's the slightest silence

"what are we arguing about again?" "i don't remember. want ice cream?"

the serious arguments aren't usually screaming battles, they do generally speak to each other calmly and respectfully when they're genuinely concerned about an issue

they have never slept separately (one in the bed, one on the couch) even when they're angry at each other

they don't go to sleep angry (at each other or otherwise)

angel got david flowers first in the relationship (they get each other flowers but david does it more)

angel has every single flower david has gotten them dried in a several scrapbooks

angel used to be simultaneously worried about being too much to handle and not enough for anyone in their life. the feeling eventually faded because they see the way david looked and continues to look at them

david thrives off of knowing how flustered he makes angel with no effort (he looks into their eyes for a second too long and their face flushes/they smile nervously and turn away)

angel does like working out with david a lot of the time though they have a lower endurance than david does so he helps them through their sets (david is their number one supporter)

david can tell when angel is in a bad mood within seconds, he can just feel it

during the solstice is one of the rare moments where angel will cook for david (they just spend the whole day taking care of him and cuddling him)

david covers angel’s face for them when they yawn in public. he also does it when they make questionable faces or if they start crying around other people, he’ll cover their face for them. (he does it so often that angel doesn’t think to do those things on their own anymore when david’s not around)

david never hesitates to pull angel closer whenever they flinch even a little

david always needing to slap angel’s ass before either of them leave to go anywhere (he slaps it hella hard if they’re caught off guard and taps it if they’re just moving to another room)

angel acts overly sweet and cringy to david on purpose in public to embarrass/annoy him (david does it to them in private so they feel how embarrassing it is) 

-angel holds and tugs onto david’s sleeves absentmindedly a lot (not for his attention most of the time just because they’re comfortable) 

whenever david says something ���girly” or “online terminology”, angel always says “someone cooked here 🤨”. (it was them, they cooked here)

angel shaves david's face for him when they have a little extra time in the morning

david shaves whatever part of angel's body they usually shave as well

they love waking up at the same time in the morning because getting ready together is the best part of their day

they love showering together, not even sexually they just like being close to each other at all times

david often says "love you too" without the "i" just to piss angel off

david squeezes angel's cheeks all the time

angel thinks a jealous david is the funniest thing in the world because he's literally just sulking in a corner

david thinks a jealous angel is sexy because he thinks they're hot when they're mad

angel gets more jealous than david but only slightly. they know their man is hot and they see the looks his gets

they have resorted to straight up making out with him in public just to stake their claim. david is a freak and enjoys it

david sees angel talking to someone that's not him and he starts pouting (glaring). angel teases him about it all the time and he just grumbles into their neck

angel used to be a (contemporary) dancer and they do dramatically exaggerative revamps of their old routines in front of david to be funny (he laughs every time)

angel flexes being a shaw all the time, david flexes just being married

whenever angel is unable to play their favourite games for whatever reason, david will play it for them

they both spend an egregious amount of money on each other (especially with their wedding gifts to each other)

david never lets angel pay for anything if it's not a gift for him (angel hasn't touched a bill in five years)

angel gives their little siblings a lot of money all the time and when asked why, they say "i have a husband, i don't need it"

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 7

Mask

Your new friend has been busy.

The streets whispered tales of the Red Hood nowadays. How relentless he was. How merciless. How troublesome.

You loved it.

It's been so long since someone stirred things up. You grew weary of the usual suspects. When you live in Gotham - and are raised by Joker - you've seen everything. And when you've seen everything you grow bored quite easily. It was a delight to have a new party to help combat this boredom.

Red Hood was fundamentally different than you. You didn't have much to speak of when it came to morals, you just do whatever you please, whenever you please. He on the other hand was ruled by his morals. Driven by them. He overtook the drug rings just to stop them from selling to kids, sure he got money out of it but if that was the goal he wouldn't care who bought the product. Despite this, he aims to kill. No remorse or regret.

He fascinated you.

Today had been a lazy day. Slept in late, out all night. No business to speak of, simply tagging several billboards with spray paint. Graffiti relaxed you.

You shivered at the brisk breeze in the air. The temperature had been dropping recently, winter approaching. Soon you'd have to bundle up. You grimaced at the idea of having to cover up your fashion.

You stepped back to look at the finished piece you'd just graffitied. Blotches of blue and pink painted the Bat himself, his cowl forming two sharp devil horns. And of course a jagged frown to match.

"We're going for impressionist I see."

You whipped around, gun in hand, to see a familiar shade of red.

The man raised his hands. "Easy. I come in peace."

"Since when?"

"Since I need to talk to you."

You eyed him warily. You could just shoot him. His helmet is probably bulletproof, same as his armor. You holstered your pistol.

"Talk."

"You need to leave Joker."

"... Pfft-! Ha! That's a good one."

"I'm serious."

"I know, that's what makes it funny."

"Listen, I know you're loyal to him. But things are about to get very ugly very quickly. Consider this a courtesy call."

"Thanks but I'm a big girl. Nothin' I can't handle."

"You always did overestimate yourself."

There it was again. Familiarity. He acted as if he knew you.

"Alright, you want me to trust you? Start being honest." You took a step closer to him. "Who are you?"

"What?"

"You act like we've met before, but I think I'd remember a six foot something, built like a brick shithouse man in red. So spill it, who are you?"

"You do get the point of a secret identity, right?"

"Ugh! You're such a pain in the ass."

"Said the pot to the kettle."

You give up. This guy is a major headache. You haven't had this much snarky banter since...

No.

You eyed the man suspiciously. "... Take off the mask."

"You're seriously that desperate?"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You flexed your hand over your gun.

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Don't make me."

You jammed the pistol into Red Hood's stomach. Unfortunately armor plus muscle equals immunity. You both struggled for the gun, you could tell he was clearly holding back. He really didn't want to fight.

You both wrestled for a while, no actual malice present. No, this fight was more... desperate. You who needed to see his face, and him, needing to hide it.

All it took was one wrong move. One miscalculation. Red Hood hadn't been paying attention to his footing, too preoccupied with keeping you at arm's length. Before he knew it his heel slipped from the billboard walkway. You grabbed him.

By the helmet.

His dead weight combined with your pulling resulted in him landing harshly below you. His feet hit the ground with an echoed slam. There in your hands was the infamous Red Hood. Hollow and silent.

You gazed over the edge. There stood the man, black hair whipping violently in the cold wind. A streak of white stood out in the darkness. He stared up at you, a snarl on his lips.

You knew that face.

"... Robin?"

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

Johnny's Bluffing

CW for discussion of potential sexual assault, toxic/unhealthy relationships, stalking, obsession, and, of course, murder and cannibalism. Nothing like, too crazy I think? But especially this one section on sexual assault, it's brief but separated out so it's quite easy to skip if that makes folks uncomfortable.

Hi I am currently in a really bad insomnia cycle and as such haven't slept so I'm sure I'm gonna have missed something that immediately prove me wrong, but here we go:

I don't think that certain members of the Family know that Maria is alive, and especially Nancy. This theory sort of delves into a lot of different stuff, I wrote and rewrote this a fair bit and idk, this is what I ended up with. It's a lot of my personal interpretation of both the written text and the way lines are delivered, as well as my own analyses on characters and how I personally think the timeline of events went (Danny and Virginia dying before the gang even show up in Newt, Maria being the 'Definitive Final Girl' and surviving to the very end, but never getting to escape the Slaughters/Johnny. That isn't to say that she dies, but Sally is the first and only person to escape until Stretch if she is canon to this timeline now that Choptop is on his way) so idk, I hope you like what I've been thinking about I guess?

Nancy and Drayton both have several voice lines that refer to Maria being in the past tense. So does Johnny, but my theory here is that he is playing into this line of thought so they don’t realise that he is still keeping her.

I will source my way of hearing all of the voice lines at the end.

Starting with Nancy, she has several;

‘It didn’t have to be this way, you know? You just had to come looking for that floosy of yours, didn’t you?’

‘Your little friend had it coming. Looking at my Johnny that way- he’s a sweet boy!’

‘You ever hear the saying murder starts in the heart? … I think my Johnny liked that girl…’

The first two are obviously extremely defensive over Johnny and are meant to taunt the other Victims over Maria’s ‘death’. The last one, however, feels almost like a realisation. This line has confused me for a long time, because it sounds like two different once spliced together, but they are, in fact, connected. This is the only time that Nancy ever speaks about Maria in any other way than pure disgust and defensiveness. Another interesting thing about Nancy is that she does not hate her husbands. She murdered all three of them, none of them were able to give her a baby of her own, and yet she defends them from Sissy, she keeps them all in her basement man cave, and even when talking to Hands, she’s apologetic about Harold to him. She still holds a fondness for them, it seems, and I feel like maybe this is what makes her finally realise that Johnny actually, truly loves Maria. For Nancy, she loves people to death, and that type of love extends to Johnny, too. Sure, he’s still alive, and could easily kill her now, but she permanently scarred his face when he tried to leave her. I don’t believe that Nancy isn’t above murdering Johnny to keep him with her, and I think this admittance leads to her realising that Johnny actually did love Maria. Of course, she can’t say ‘love’, that’s a bit too far, but at the very least, she will acknowledge that he likes her, and these days, Johnny doesn’t seem to like anyone, not even her. It’s also interesting to note that she says this after losing sight of a victim she was chasing. She says herself that she hasn’t hunted like this in a while, it seems as if physically chasing people down to kill them is making her reminisce on her feelings about murder and love in a way.

But all of that to say, she believes Maria is dead. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she’s dead now, and maybe she plans to talk to Johnny about it later, maybe not apologise, but try and make it easier on him now that she’s realised just how much she meant to him.

Then we’ve got Cookie.

‘Look, I’m sorry about your friend… but… I’m afraid you done landed square dab in the shithouse!’

‘We didn’t have much choice! Couldn’t let Johnny spring no lovechild around here. It ain’t personal! Now get back here!’

There is obviously a lot less here, the former being Cook or Drayton’s more humble, car salesman type approach to everything, apologising sincerely that their friend had to die… but now so do they, so how sorry can he be, really?

The second is far more interesting. I’m still sort of working out the kinks with what I think on all this, but it implies not only that the whole family knew about Johnny’s feelings for Maria, but that there was a worry about something more than just his feelings. A genuine attachment, the possibility for a child.

Now, one thing I wanna throw in real quick is that a lot of people think Johnny assaulted Maria once he kidnapped her. And I personally don’t think that that is true. And it’s more than just ‘noooo not my pookie he would never!’, I feel as though Johnny’s feelings for Maria are beyond sexual, or beyond purely sexual. I’m not gonna get super into it because I wanna make a whole post about just their relationship, but in short, Johnny knows he’s hot shit. He knows women love him and men do too, and he uses that all the time to lure people to their deaths. Maybe he fucks them first, then kills them, who knows. But this is a man who is used to being sexualised and uses it to his advantage, like a reverse femme fatale, almost. A lot of his lines are sexually charged and he speaks seductively low at times, even flirting on the odd occasion. However, Maria is in love with Danny and is a sweet girl in the seventies. There is no way she’s heading off to knock boots with the pretty boy at the bar no matter how charming, persistent, helpful… always somehow exactly where she needs him to be… is. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she brings out the best in people, we know this about her. And when there’s no sex, when it’s not about fucking them and killing them… Johnny has no choice but to fall completely head over heels for her. It’s no surprise that the day she’s heading out of town, maybe to go back to see her boyfriend, that is when her car breaks down. Johnny’s oil stained gloves, the fact that he’s designed to look like he helps at a gas station, his friendship with Uncle Hands, the fact he lives in a junk yard? This man knows mechanics. He knows cars. And he is definitely not above tampering with an already busted old car to ensure it stops before she can get away from him. It’s just his luck that she happens to break down by his family’s land. All this to say, I don’t think Johnny assaults Maria once he has her. Not only because that would be a lot, like, in general, for this game to go from goofy cannibals to sexual assault by one of the game’s most beloved characters to one of the game’s most beloved characters, but because I don’t think Johnny is the type. He’s pretty and charming enough that people want him, he doesn’t have to take it, he earns it. And he wants Maria to give it to him, for him to earn it because she wants him. He likely spends his time down there with her trying to get her to fall for him and forget about Danny. He wants her to want him. Or at least, this is my personal interpretation.

Maybe she does begin to fall or maybe Drayton’s complete lack of any and all sexual knowledge just makes him think they’re already going to pound town, but he was worried about a baby. That’s something I wanna explore in the future, why he’s so worried about Johnny and Maria having a baby, but moving on; again, Drayton is seemingly fully convinced that Maria is dead.

For Johnny I wanna take his lines one at a time, but it is important to note that I think some of these lines are referring to someone else and not Maria, but also some of these are in present tense, he either slips up or sometimes on purpose mentions things that could hint to her being alive to the Victims.

‘You wanna know how your friend died!? … I can show you!’

‘Your little friend put up a better fight than this… come on! Make it interesting, will you!?”

Pure just bluffing to get them angry and scared. It could also be referring to Danny but more on that a different time.

‘That’s what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs…’

‘You’re gonna look real nice next to that friend of yours…’

Again, if my belief that Danny not only went to Nancy’s a lot earlier than the others is true and that he has been dead for a good few days before the gang shows up, then this is absolutely about him, not Maria.

‘You kinda remind me of your little friend’

To Ana about Maria, obviously, and comes across as quite flirtatious. He’s figured out that not only does Maria have a sister (if she never told him), but that Ana has no intentions of leaving there without her. I interpret this as Johnny taunting her, making her his new priority to get rid of. I said he loved Maria, I never said he loved her in a healthy way, alight? This is The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, not the Notebook (never seen that movie)

‘You should have never came here looking for that girl!’

I don’t need to explain. Pure possessive Johnny in his raw form.

And finally, the infamous;

‘You know… I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn’t really wanna hurt her… but… family first, you know?’

Johnny is an agitator. Almost all of his lines are trying to fuck with the victims, playing with his food. Egging them on to hit him, teasing them about being too slow, the way he calls after them as he hunts them down, he wants to see them upset and charged, he wants a good fight, he wants to feel something. The main part of this line is just that, I think; he wants them to believe that even though he cared about Maria, he fucking killed her. He wants them to be angry, to fight him, to hurt him. The end is guilty. Incredibly guilty sounding, and I don’t think that’s out of a guilt for killing her, since… well, Maria is alive and kicking. But more a guilt about his family in general. ‘Family first, you know?’ he’s almost saying it so himself, as if that’s what he should think, what he should be doing. But he is actively betraying them and knows that once everything blows over, he’s going to keep on betraying them for every day he keeps Maria alive. And he also knows that even if he feels all of this guilt, he will do it anyway because he loves her, and he can’t let his family have her. She is the only person who is truly his, who represents what life could have given him. I have another analysis I made on TikTok that I’ll repost here soon, but it essentially goes like this; Johnny and Danny really aren’t too different. Scrappy orphans who are good with mechanics. Except Danny got to go to college, travel freely, meet the girl of his dreams, and Johnny is forced to be someone he doesn’t want to be. He isn’t not a killer, but he also could have not been a killer. Maria is everything he has not been allowed to have; naivety, kindness, softness. And now that he has her, and once everyone else is out of the way, he has no intentions of letting that go.

So he is pretending that she is dead. And for now, it is working. I have a feeling in the canon story of the game, the victims stumble upon her somewhere once they’ve already caused enough trouble for the family, and then all bets are off. Once they find out she’s still alive, it’s a new game for Johnny, a choice; does he kill her, make his mother proud and live the only life he knows because even if he leaves, he knows he can’t be any better? Or does he take her away and try, try to be a different man in the softness of her love?

Rush Week could be the result of either of those. Either he kills her, and becomes an even worse, even colder killer, now able to handle a situation like in the game completely on his own, or he takes her away to start a new life and just couldn’t stop the urges; the Bad Man needs to feed. He stays late after work or pretends he has a night shift and gets his fill on blood and chaos before stumbling home, washing it all off, and returning to Maria’s (definitely traumatised at this point from seeing her friends and sister murdered (don’t worry about Danny I’ve got thoughts on him shhh) in front of her and ‘rescued’ by Johnny) arms.

That was a lot... Please tell me what y'all think on this, again, a lot of my personal interpretation on a lot of things, but isn't that what art is for?

Sources for the voice lines:

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Johnny All Voice Lines (youtube.com)

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Black Nancy All Voice Lines - YouTube

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Johnny All Voice Lines (youtube.com)

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[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Forty

Three Months Later

Winter has set in completely. The nights were bitter cold, and the days weren't much better. We were lucky enough that we found a storage unit a few weeks ago. We stayed there for about a week and went through as many units as we could, taking anything useful. But most importantly, we found winter clothes and blankets. The only reason we left was because walkers got in. There have been nights when we slept outside by a fire. It wouldn't be getting any better anytime soon.

We couldn't stay in one spot for too long before a herd would come through. The countryside wasn't any safer than the city with all the walkers migrating from the cities and more populated areas to the countryside looking for food, aka the living. Finding food for ourselves was a big problem, too. We looted every house and store we came by. Any place that was surrounded by walkers we tried to avoid. Daryl went out hunting several times a day to try and get whatever animal came by his path, but even that was becoming hard to come by.

Right now, we were sitting around a fire in the middle of the woods. T-Dog and Rick were keeping watch. We all stayed close together to help keep us the tiniest bit warmer. We're lucky enough that everyone has at least two blankets, plus we found sleeping bags, which helped a lot. None of us really slept; we were always on guard, ready to move. Tonight seemed calm for now. I had a blanket over my legs, tucked underneath me and one around me, pulled tight under my chin.

When I saw T-Dog and Rick coming back, I took both blankets off and folded them, setting them with my stuff. “I'll take the next watch,” I said. Rick stopped beside me, “I don't want you doing it alone,” he told me. I was about to tell him I would be fine but was cut off by Daryl. “I'll keep watch with her.” Rock nodded his head, clapping his hand on Daryl's shoulder.

Daryl followed me away from the camp site and into the woods. I wanted to get the perimeter of the camp. We had taken cans and hubcaps and strung them on rope so we could put them up around the camp to alert us if walkers or anything else was coming. Daryl and I checked the perimeter in silence and continued that silence as we stood guard. “Ya haven't been eating.” I turned my head and looked over at Daryl. “What?” I asked. I heard him. I just don't want to talk about it.

I've been giving most, if not all, my food to Carl. There have been several times that I've caught him giving his mother his food, and she accepts it. Don't get me wrong, I understand she's eating for two but she shouldn't accept all his food. So I've been giving Carl mine to make sure he eats. He's a growing boy, and he needs the nutrients more. It's not like I don't eat at all. “Ya heard me. I know you give Carl your food.”

“Well, he's a growing boy, Daryl he needs to eat. He gives his mother his portion, and she takes it. I get she's pregnant and eating for two, but she should not be except her son's food. Besides, it's not like I don't eat anything.” I turned my head back to scan the dark woods. “Need to eat more than a small piece of meat or a piece of a protein bar.” I let a sigh out and shook my head. “I'm fine. Besides, it's not like we have a lot of food these days, Daryl.”

“I'll talk to Rick about Carl giving his food to his mother.” I shook my head and walked a little closer to him. “Don't do that. Things are already so tense between him and Lori. We don't need to make it worse.” Just by Daryl's body language, I could tell he was conflicted on what to do. “Rick still needs to know. I know Lori is pregnant, but she shouldn't be taking her son's food.” I shrugged, “I know this. But to be fair, I think Carl is telling her that it's extra.”

Five Months Later

Winter was finally turning into spring. The days were getting warmer, but the nights were still cold. Lori was about to pop, and we were still out on the road. Neither Daryl nor I had to tell Rick about Carl giving his mother his food. Rick had caught him one night, and things didn't end well. He and Lori ended up getting into a fight, but when it was discovered, Carl was actually telling her there was extra food, and things calmed down. Lori felt terrible about taking food from Carl and hasn't done so since. Now, she makes sure he eats first before she eats her own food.

We were bouncing back and forth, trying to find a place to settle. There were a few times we found potential places to stay, but each time, walkers would come. There was a neighborhood, one of those up scale ones that were gated. It looked like everyone had been evacuated early. It had been completely empty. We stayed there for a few weeks until a herd of walkers came through and found a weak spot that we had noticed in the fence that wrapped around the whole neighborhood.

Then, there was an old warehouse that had a chain linked fence around it. The same thing happened, a large herd, about half the size of the one at the farm, maybe a little smaller than half, came through. We were running around in circles at this point. At every turn, we ran into walkers. Like right now, we were in a house we just cleared. Everyone was sitting in the living room. Loei had a jar of peanut butter in her hand, Daryl was plucking the feathers off an owl he had killed, and Carl was opening a can of dog food.

We were all hungry and tired. It was non-stop moving and running. When Rick saw what Carl had, he took it from him and threw it in the fireplace, making everyone look up at the loud noise it made. A few minutes later we were grabbing our things and headed out the door to the cars. Walkers were starting to slowly surround the small farmhouse.

Once we were far enough away, we stopped on the side of the road to look over the map. Like I said before, we were just running in circles. While everyone else waited by the cars or went to the small break to wash up Rick, Daryl and I went on a little walk through the woods.

We were supposed to be hunting for food, but we were following old train tracks instead. Good thing we were because when we got to a small clearing in the trees and weeds, we discovered a prison just on the other side. The three of us looked at each other, coming to the same idea. We could probably take this place and clear the yard and maybe a cell block.

[tinkabelle24]

To Build a Home

Chapter 11: Buddy

TW! Eating Disorder, Infertility, Sexual Harassment/Assault.

Masterlist / Chapter 10

---

When one's constantly surrounded by chaos, they'll do anything to seize even the slightest bit of control.

That was what Val convinced herself she had - control. In truth, she was just tossing more fuel into the ever-growing fire.

"Since I was fourteen, I've struggled with an eating disorder," she solemnly explained. "It got so bad my period stopped. It's come back a couple times over the years, but it's never been consistent - until a few months ago. The doctors told me that cos I haven't had it in so long, the probability of me actually getting pregnant is incredibly slim... So, obviously, safety first... But I really don't think it'll be in the cards for me, unfortunately."

"...You would want kids then, if you could?"

That question seemed to pain Raph.

"Maybe? I'm not a hundred percent sure yet... I'd like to figure my own shit out first; there's no freaking way I'm working in hospitality the rest of my life... If kids happen later, then great. If not, then that's okay too."

"You seem so chill about it."

No, she was not chill. She hated knowing she likely won't even get a choice. But what could she do about it now? Not much...

Val shrugged slightly. "I just don't wanna spend any more time worrying over things I can't control." She offered the terrapin a tender smile. "Raph, you certainly aren't holding me back. You've helped me in unimaginable ways and, for that, I'm so grateful... I'd like to see where this goes... but if you need more time-"

"-No, I don't need more time," Raph interrupted, brilliant eyes piercing hers with infinitely more conviction. "I don't want more time; I've wasted enough tryna talk myself out of it. I want this - I want you."

That last part made Val's heart soar.

The brunette chuckled softly, before lowering her gaze in preparation for what she was about to say next. Though she'd never dream of acting on it without the Turtles' go-ahead, it nevertheless weighed heavy on her heart.

Val barely slept last night. She wanted to continue enjoying the moment, listening to Raph's rhythmic breathing as he slept beside her. In her bed. But her thoughts were spiralling.

She never felt so conflicted.

For the past several months, she'd essentially been leading a double life.

She dropped the ball about him to Molly the night after he showed up, unannounced, at her window. She couldn't recall ever being looked at the way he did her that night; like she were the only woman in this world.

It pretty much cemented her feelings for him.

Val was so caught up in the moment that she forgot, for a moment, he actually wasn't supposed to exist.

She attempted placating Molly with as much 'safe' information she could, but her friend could tell there was more to the story (she had an aptitude for sniffing out bullshit). Naturally, she blabbed to her boyfriend. From then on, both have been hounding her for answers.

Val tried playing it off as a one-time thing but, the closer she and Raph became, the harder it was to keep her two worlds apart.

Last night was her breaking point.

As elated as she was to have finally taken that step with Raph, Val couldn't shake the despair she felt at never, ever being able to share this moment with her best friend...

That beautiful, talented woman who'd always there for her; her bosom buddy, her confidante, her mother figure - Molly deserved better.

She knew the terms, but she had to at least try...

"There's something I need to ask of you - well, of you and your family. Though I'm not sure whether it's my place..."

Raph was all ears. "Shoot."

---

Mikey practically leapt out of his seat when he spotted Raph entering the Lair.

"Look who just stepped in from the walk of shaaame!"

Aaand it starts.

Sigh.

Let's just get this over with...

"Mikey, c'mon!" Donnie chided from the kitchen. He already had on his headset; another day another dollar. "I've told you this a million times - don't jump off the back of the sofa! You'll ruin it."

Ya don't think it's already ruined? It's more duct tape than sofa at this point.

Mikey was too busy hanging off Raph like a bad smell. "So...?"

"You're dreamin', Mikey," the older brother replied as he retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that!"

"Nope."

"Just tell me one thing, please?? Was it what you expected?"

No - better.

Raph turned to Donnie, disregarding Mikey's question. "I'm headin' back to bed."

"Val keep you awake, did she?" The purple-banded terrapin faced him, smirk lingering an uncomfortably long time as he nibbled away at his Pop-Tart.

"You're so gross," Raph deflected, gesturing to his brother's 'breakfast' with a scowl. "Eat some actual food."

"Go ahead, keep changing the subject!" Mikey called after him as he made for his bedroom. "You'll fold soon enough!"

Don't hold ya breath.

"Raph."

Raph groaned inwardly at the sound of his eldest brother's voice. He turned toward its origin, finding Leo exiting the Dojo.

"May I speak with you?"

It sounded like a request, but it never was.

"Can it wait? As you know, I've got patrol tonight; I'd like to get some z's in before headin' out."

"It'll only take a few minutes of your time."

Of course. Anythin' for you, SeNsEi.

"Fine," Raph eventually conceded, following Leo into the Dojo.

---

"I heard you spent the night at Valerie's?"

"What's it to ya?" Had Raph not already had his shell up, he may have responded with less hostility.

Anger flickered in the leader's eyes, but he responded calmly. "I was just wondering why I wasn't properly informed?"

"I told Casey."

"Yeah, you told Casey - not me. I only found out cos neither he nor Mikey would shut up about it. I don't appreciate you going around me like that. For safety's sake, please let me know first. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Raph bit out. He didn't want to drag this conversation out any further - he needed to be alone with his thoughts.

"One more thing." Retrieving his shell-cell from the pocket of his belt, Leo showed Raph a single text message sent by Val.

[Good morning :) Sorry I missed you last night; I normally don't leave somebody's place without saying goodbye :/ Thanks again for having me... I was wondering if I could request an audience with you guys? I need to ask you all something. How does Sunday night sound?]

"Do you know anything about this?"

"Yeah, I do." Raph had already granted her his blessing, but it wasn't him she was concerned about...

Leo lowered his shell-cell. "Care to elaborate?"

"Yeah, I don't think so," the red-banded terrapin replied haughtily, arms folding across his plastron. "Remember the last time ya went behind her back for information?"

"I just wanna know what I'm walking into."

"Here's a fun idea," Raph proposed, dialling the condescension to 11. "Why don't you accept her request, right? No, stop. Lemme finish... you accept her request, then wait for her to come to you. Ain't no need to be doin' anythin' else... Don't ya trust her?"

---

The smooth, soulful music usually helped elevate her mood – not tonight.

To put it mildly, Val was exhausted.

She was at hour 14 of her 18-hour workday; running on less than four hours’ sleep. The fact that she needed to pay her bills was the only thing keeping her going at this point.

Her thoughts frequently drifted to this morning. Though it felt liberating to have finally gotten everything off her chest, a good part of her was questioning whether she even had the right to make such a request.

She hoped to God this decision doesn't bite her in the ass...

The shift itself was relatively uneventful, until a particular man trudged up to the bar. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with sandy-brown hair, grey eyes and dressed business casual. He was polite enough when ordering his first gin and tonic but, judging by his restless demeanour, seemed rather agitated.

Suspecting he may just be having a rough day, Val decided to engage him in some small talk.

A stupid decision, in hindsight.

Things started taking a weird turn when he called her over for his second drink.

”Hey, what’s your name?”

”Valerie.” She saw nothing inherently wrong with this question; a lot of people asked it.

”Valerie...” But there was something off about the way her name rolled off his tongue, and the smile that accompanied it. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Val stifled an eye roll at that. You’re gonna be one of those guys, aren't you?

She handed over his drink with a half-smile, before stepping away to tend to other patrons.

He persisted.

”How old are you?” The man asked, not five minutes later.

”I really don’t think that question's appropriate,” Val cautioned, eyeing him warily.

”Aw, c’mon,” he insisted. “You can’t possibly be embarrassed about your age - you barely look legal.”

If I wasn't legal, I wouldn't be working here, you dumb fu-

”Sorry,” the brunette shook her head. “I’m not telling you my age.”

“Alright,” he conceded, raising his out-turned palms. “I was just trying to make conversation, but fine.”

Yeah, whatever buddy.

'Buddy' left her alone for another fifteen minutes; though she could feel his lecherous gaze on her everywhere she went.

”I’ll have another, thanks,” he called out, shaking his raised glass at her. Val stared for a moment, incredulous.

The nerve-

Deep breaths...

She strode over to refill his glass.

”Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, leaning against the bar with a smirk. “Is that why you’re playing so hard to get?”

Raph. His touch still lingered on her skin...

What were they now?

"Who says I need a boyfriend to rebuff your advances?”

He scoffed. “So, you don’t have one.”

"I didn’t say that.”

His smirk deepened.

Stop. You’re giving him what he wants.

She quickly finished his drink and pushed it toward him, then walked away.

The older gentleman seated a few feet away abruptly waved her over. "You alright?" He whispered, side-eyeing her problem patron. "Need me ta take care’a him?"

"No, thank you. I'm okay." It felt nice to know somebody was watching.

After what felt like an eternity, Buddy finally rose from his stool to reach into his back pocket. Val sighed inwardly, relieved to finally be rid of this creep.

He paid for his drinks. No tip, but she didn't care at this point; she just wanted him gone.

She turned back toward the bar, expecting him to have left. Nope. He was still standing there, waving a fifty-dollar bill at her. "Your tip."

Still wearing that stupid smirk, he dropped the bill at his end of the bar; likely expecting her to lean over so he could stare down her blouse.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

"Thank you," Val replied with a sickly-sweet smile, as she waited for him to walk away.

He did not.

Buddy nodded to the bill. "You don't want it?" He asked. No response. Her smile faltered when he pulled out a twenty and placed it on top, pushing the notes toward her.

"You don't have to-"

"-No, it's yours," he insisted, pushing them all the way across the bar. The situation was clear - he wasn't going to leave until she took the money.

Val stole a glance at 'Older Gentleman'; he was already halfway out of his seat.

"Go on. Take it."

Steeling herself, the brunette took a tentative step forward.

The moment her fingers touched the notes, Buddy lunged forward, snatching her wrist and yanking her toward him; more specifically, the bulge in his slacks.

Val finally snapped, using her free hand to repeatedly box his ear whilst twisting free of his grip. She then used both hands to shove him away. He must've caught himself in the stool as he stumbled backwards; Older Gentleman, who was now behind him, stepped aside to watch him fall flat on his ass.

The entire bar was staring now; she didn't give a shit.

"Get. Out." Val snarled, trembling with rage. She snatched up the bills and tossed them down at him, before jabbing a finger toward the door. "And take your shit with you! Go on, get out! NOW!"

"You bitch!" Buddy hissed as he hauled himself to his feet; Older Gentleman kept him at bay.

"Security!" The manager bellowed as she rushed over. "What happened?"

Val was too riled up to respond, so Older Gentleman answered for her.

"This asshole just assaulted that young woman," he explained, releasing her assailant into the arms of two security guards. "Somebody needs ta call police-"

"-No," the brunette interjected; she'd rather not deal with police ever again, if she could help it. "Let's just throw him outta here; he's made enough of a fool of himself."

Nodding, the manager motioned for security to escort Buddy out - without his money. She then turned back to Val. "Are you alright?"

The brunette nodded stiffly, avoiding Older Gentleman's concerned gaze.

"Why don't you go take a breather? I'll take over until you're ready to come back."

"Okay..."

"Hold on a moment." Older Gentleman knelt to retrieve the discarded $70, holding it out for Val to take.

"No, it's okay," she replied, gently pushing away his hand. "I don't want anything he's touched."

"Okay, then." He dropped the notes inside the tip jar, before retrieving his own wallet and pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. "This is his tip, plus mine."

Tears brimmed the brunette's eyes as she fervently shook her head. "No, please-"

"I insist," the lines around his baby blues creased as he smiled. "If ya was my daughter, I'd be incredibly proud’a you; ya deserve to be compensated for ya trouble. I'm gonna leave this right here..." Setting the cash on the bar in front of her, Older Gentleman then turned to her manager. "I'd like ta pay for my own drinks now, please."

"Of course. Right this way, sir. Valerie, it's okay - go take some time for yourself."

Val's teary gaze followed the two as they walked away, before turning to the cash Older Gentleman left atop the bar. It was too much - way too much. Why would he do that for her? She knew why, but why? It was unnecessary...

But Lord knows she needed it. Badly.

She glanced over at Older Gentleman; he was watching her from across the bar, nodding to the cash with the same determined smile. He wasn't going to let her walk away without it.

So, she took it... Then proceeded scrubbing her hands raw.

---

After viewing the surveillance footage, Kyle ‘Buddy’ Hill was officially barred from the establishment. To ensure staff remembered his ugly mug, it was added to the dreaded Wall of Shame.

"You won't need to worry about him coming in here again," Val's manager assured her. "If he so much as sniffs about, he'll be trespassed."

Those words did little to assuage Val. If that creep really wanted to get to her, he'd find a way; law be damned. Her stepfather was the same.

I may need to find myself another job...

It was after two by the time she finally clocked off. The brunette waited inside for her cab, as she usually did. However, this time, she was armed with more than just her pocketknife. In her other hand, her assortment of keys were wedged between each finger.

Something was coming; she could feel it.

Val contemplated calling Raph for help, but ultimately decided against it. This was not his fight.

It didn't take long for light to fill the concrete stairwell - her cab had arrived. Now, for the hard part.

Val took a long, unsteady breath.

You've got this.

"I'm leaving now, Karen!" The brunette called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

"Alright!" Her manager called back. "Stay safe! Goodnight!"

.

.

.

Now.

Out the door.

Lock it. No, not that way - yes! That's it! Go!

Up the steps! She could see the cab now, not six feet away.

We’re gonna make it!

"Hey, bitch!"

---

Man, it felt good to finally be on a solo run!

Raph was stationed at Highland Park tonight; believe it or not, most shady dealings occur close to Mother Nature.

He was having quite the productive night. He'd already picked up several perps guilty of various crimes, from drug distribution to aggravated assault. He attempted stringing a few up like he used to, in his Nightwatcher days, but his shoulder was having none of it. The wound itself had healed, but he'll forever be dealing with the residuary nerve damage.

For every perp caught, Raph had to report back to Donnie so the latter could call it in to the authorities. The Turtles (officially) working alongside the NYPD; it was an alliance that required a little getting used to, especially for the red-banded terrapin. There were certain protocols they had to abide by regarding suspect treatment. Raph was technically breaking the law by manhandling his detainees; the way he saw it, none of them deserved the respect.

Ya fuck around - ya find out.

"Hey Don, ya copy?"

"Yeah, Raph, I copy. What have you got for me this time?"

"Two suspects in custody - armed robbery - corner of Jamaica Avenue and Chestnut Street. They're ready for pick-up."

"Will do, thank you."

"...Hey, mind if I take fifteen? I've gotta make a call."

"At 2 am? Ah. Val?"

"She's usually not out before 2:15; I'll catch her then. It's Casey. You know he doesn't sleep while I'm on patrol."

"Aww, that's a bit cute."

"I know, right? He loves me that much."

"Off you go, then; wouldn't want to keep loverboy waiting. Over."

Pocketing his radio, the red-banded terrapin glanced once more at his freshly caught perps, zip-tied to a metal downpipe, before ascending the nearest building.

"Thanks for coverin' for me, bud," he teased when Casey finally answered.

"Hey, don't come at me; Mikey stole my phone."

"Riiight."

"You snuck out, ya sly dog! Wanted to move the party somewhere else, did ya?"

Raph chuckled at that. "That was actually Val's idea." He was too chickenshit to make suggestions. Then again, he was quite happy to continue messing around in the shower.

Casey hummed. "It's always the quiet ones, mate. Always."

"...Hey, I need some perspective."

"Shoot."

"How do ya feel about... hidin' us from other people?"

"Well, we don't really have anyone to hide you from; you guys are pretty much the only family we have... Did Val say somethin'?"

"She asked if she could tell the best friend and best friend's boyfriend."

"Okay. What'd you say?"

"I'm fine with it, personally. Whatever makes her life easier. It's Leo she's worried about, cos he told her to keep us a secret.”

"Ah. Look, it'd be pretty hard on her if they're the only support she has; especially now that you guys are a thing - right?"

They talked about it briefly but hadn't yet come to a more concrete decision.

"She says she'd like to see where this goes."

"Well, there ya go - you got an in. Maybe you could talk to Leo about makin' an exception?"

"I offered, but Val wants to talk to him herself."

"Oh! Okay. She's brave."

Raph chuckled again. "I'll say."

"Raph? Raph! Come in. Over."

"Hang on a sec, Case... Don? What's goin' on? Over... Why? … WHAT?!”

---

Masterlist / Chapter 12

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pedro x oc

chapter summary: devon and pedro get some news

the pedro universe fanfic brain rot has gotten so bad. i’ve done nothing but daydream about him and write our names in my diary with hearts around it like i’m a child. hope you enjoy

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For two months, I did absolutely nothing. I slept in late, laid in bed on my phone for way too long, smoked way too much weed, and watched a godawful amount of TV. I relished every second of it. Today marks the beginning of 'August Sun''s press tour, with an internal meeting with my PR team to kick it off. It's nothing I haven't done before, but with a movie this big; I'm sure something new will pop up, and I really hope it won't catch me off guard. There's nothing that I hate more than being unprepared.

So, my confusion quickly turned to disdain when I saw Pedro enter the front of the office building a few paces in front of me. I hadn't seen him since the night of his party- I hightailed it out as soon as I woke up the next morning, severely embarrassed by my drunk behavior and even more so by his drunk rejection.

I knew I'd have to be around him again, I just wish I had time to prepare for that day being today. He didn't notice me outside of the building, so I took advantage of being early by stopping just shy of the door to fix my hair in the reflection of the glass and draw in a few deep breaths. With my composure slightly more in tact, I entered and headed toward the meeting room.

Though I was early, I was the last to join. I hoped my cheeks weren't as flushed as I felt. They sat circled around a long table in the center of the room, each of their eyes shooting towards me at the sudden intrusion and I actively avoided acknowledging Pedro's presence entirely.

"Hi everyone, good to see you guys," I said as I took my place in the empty seat closest to the door.

Gene, my PR manager straightened up the papers in front of him then cleared his throat. "Hey, Devon, we were just about to get started."

For the first hour, they gave us the basic run down of how the next few months will go. We start the press tour in New York in a few days, where we'll stay for about two weeks before coming back to LA for another two weeks. They listed the people that would interview us, what we would be wearing, and how we should talk about to movie to best promote it.

I honestly spaced out for a while. It's not that I don't like my managers because I do; really, the PR side of being an actress always disheartened me, but there's never a way to avoid it without good reason. I know my managers are doing things with my best interest in mind. At least, I hope they are.

"Alright, so. I'm sure you both understand what to do in terms of advertising the movie and such," one of Pedro's managers said apprehensively, "We decided to also go a common route for this movie." She sent a pointed look to me and Pedro, her hands folded atop the papers in front of her. "To really sell your characters' romance, Pedro, Devon- you'll be in a relationship for the next few months."

Pedro sniggered. Awkward silence filled the room.

I felt like one of them were bound to break their hard facial expressions any second and laugh at us, like this was some sick prank. Do people even fake date in Hollywood anymore? Surely not.

"You're being serious?" Pedro asked.

"Well, none of us will confirm or deny the relationship to media, but you two will definitely need to tease audiences about a romance between you. Come on, you know this shit works. It always gets front page coverage."

Pedro hummed sarcastically, "So, what, we'll just hold hands and flirt every time we're in front of a camera?"

"Basically," Gene deadpanned, pushing his thick framed glasses up his nose. "We may ask you to do other things as well, but that's the gist of it."

"Speaking of, we will need you two to go to lunch together before the press tour in New York to stir up conversation. We've already gone over your schedules before you arrived, so it'll happen this Friday," Pedro's manager said.

"Cheyanne, can I talk to you outside for a quick second?" Pedro pointed to the door and stands before she even responded.

Once they left the room, the shock wore off, and I finally processed what they were telling us. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms with a dramatic sigh.

"Devon, any input? Or are you just going to whine and stomp your foot like a child?" one of the other PR managers said.

I tried not to snap at him, even though they felt they could speak to me that way when I couldn't even remember his name. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and raised a bushy brow, impatiently waiting for my response. I sat up again to match his posture.

"Will my input make a difference?" I said evenly. 

"Maybe not directly, but we take your feelings into consideration."

"I don't know if you've met both of us, but we don't exactly scream 'in love'."

"So, you're doubting the believability of your characters, then?"

"No. Those are characters. We acted."

"Act again. Just until the movie leaves box offices."

He gathered his things together and organized them in front of him, signaling the end of our conversation. I chewed the skin on my lips to keep quiet. Pedro and Cheyanne returned, disrupting the increasingly tense energy in the room. The nameless PR manager continued explaining the order of scheduled events in Pedro and I'd relationship, but I stared out into the table, spacing out again. I traced the wood grain with my eyes left and right as far as it would go, matching the motion with slow breaths.

As soon as the meeting finished, I promptly dashed out of the room. I only made it to the elevators before I noticed Pedro hot on my heels. When he caught up to me, he didn't say anything at first; we stared at the closed elevator doors in silence. I could see his hand fidgeting out of the corner of my eye- a trait he only displayed when he would mess up his lines or not hit the right marks on time. The elevator finally reached our floor and welcomed the two of us before the doors could fully open.

It was only once they slid shut that he turned to face me, "Look, I know we didn't ask for this, but they're right. It'll promote the movie well and sell a lot of tickets. Isn't that what you want?"

I huffed. He shrugged his shoulders and let his hands slap against his thighs.

"This won't suck as much if you're not a brat about it," he spat.

I darted my eyes up to him and felt the fire inside me flare. The elevator landed on the ground floor, and without looking back, I said, "See you later, jackass."

[rypkema]

Mulan Saves Storybrooke/Fairytale?

So, I have this idea/headcannon. That maybe another curse was cast and got the other people of the enchanted forest this time. Like Merida, Elsa, Arthur, and Mulan, and they are in a town like 30mins away from Storybrooke called Fairytale. And everyone has a cursed persona Elsa and Anna are estranged and don't talk to each other. Merida acts more ladylike but Mulan is different. Mulan has her cursed persona and everything, but the curse is not affecting her the way it is affecting the others. Mulan's subconscious mind is fighting it. Like every night she goes to sleep and her PTSD/memories plague her dreams about her past life. Like it causes her to lose sleep and to hallucinate when she is awake that these people are their characters. It makes her seem like the town crazy. Meanwhile the people of Storybrooke are trying to help break their curse, because Ruby found the town during a wolf run and recognized several of them, but if they talk to the people of Fairytale bad things happen to them/ their family members. So, they struggle to get information about what happened, so they can help. Then one day Ruby is on one of her Wolf time runs/ reconnaissance just to check in on the town and she comes across Mulan in the woods, and at first Ruby plans on turning around/leaving because she doesn't want Mulan to panic upon seeing a wolf, but then Mulan suddenly locks eyes with her and just goes "Red." and she doesn't look afraid or anything and Ruby just freezes. Then after a beat Mulan just starts laughing like a maniac and starts babbling and Ruby picks up bits and pieces because not all of it makes sense. Then Mulan just collapses on to the ground staring up into the forest canopy and Ruby rushes over, because Mulan was/is scaring her, and Mulan looks over at the wolf and just goes. "I haven't slept in X days. I think I am insane and everything seems wrong." And Ruby takes a good look at Mulan's face and sees the bags under her eyes, and the fear and stress in her face. She hears how Mulan's heart is racing and smells just the exhaustion that comes off her friend. So, she lies down next to her and waits, because she doesn't know what to do but she is not leaving Mulan like that. Then after a few minutes Mulan begins talking again. This time it's more coherent, and Mulan explains some her memories and a little bit about what happened, and Ruby just lays there is Wolf form listening. Soon Mulan falls asleep, and its the most peaceful sleep she has had in awhile, because she could finally talk/be heard. and Ruby stays there until Wolfstime is almost up not wanting to leave her friend but goes because she doesn't know if she will remember what happened. Ruby then relays what happened to the group and they slowly start forming a plan. They check the town, but Mulan's cursed persona is in full control, but after a few weeks Mulan's back in the woods in the same manic state as before, and Ruby finds her again, and it happens again. So, it slowly just becomes routine until the curse is broken that Mulan will go into the woods and Ruby will be there and listen.

Then when the curse is broken Mulan is missing the routine, because yes the curse is broken but Mulan really enjoyed talking to someone about things on her mind and honestly Mulan is still struggling to sleep, but she doesn't want to be a bother. So, she acts like everything is fine, but Ruby sees through it. She sees when Mulan gets exhausted, because she has been there to. So one night on the New Moon Ruby goes over to Mulan's place and Mulan doesn't say anything she doesn't want to be a bother. and they both just lie on the floor. Ruby then speaks and talks about the things that worried her during the curse and the thoughts that she thinks but doesn't let out, because she doesn't want to hurt her friends and family. She does it for a few nights on the New moon and then Mulan starts talking again. Soon it becomes a tradition that Ruby and Mulan will spend a night at each others place and talk, to help ease the nightmares and the self-doubt.

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 19TH HORROR WATCH

Influencer (2022)

Voice over in her influencer toxic positivity platitudes shit about growth or whatever while she is just doing the opposite of what she is saying

Occasionally spliced with her taking photogenic shots

Just noticed the poster might already be a spoiler

And YUP the first time we see her is in water

This is Thailand

The girl approaches protag and "scares off" a creepy guy and "opens up" to imply she was dater*ped by a guy like that

Now the girl had her on her bike

Supposedly this was a trip with bf but he bailed

But he did pay for it

Girl hides from a live stream shot

Girl is making fun of her for being terminally online but that is her job??? Like irl

She sells products and travel stuff

She doesn't have another job??

We don't actually see girl go inside the suite

Protag sweet wide open upon return

Her stuff got tossed and jacked

Passport gone, she's technically stranded

Called bf he blamed her for her stuff getting stolen

Very controlling

She said they should break up and he just ignored her and said call me in the AM when you aren't upset

Girl is taking a bunch of pictures of her with hey phone

Prevented her from shooting at their original location and no service once they got there (Island) one way off her boat

Sees tally's on a log eight days

This is literally her hunting ground

OMG she's telling her her WHOLE plan

Fucking savage

She said i'll give you four days

Ofc the girl laughs like it was a joke

Girl seems to be anti influencer specifically??

Says they are self centered

Protag finally admits lonely

Then to give us a "maybe she deserves it feeling"

The girl confirms sarcastically she is the center of the universe

WHOA title comes in late

Using the same voiceover i think

Now that girl stranded the protag

Did we literally get her name ever???

Girl took over her social media - not only do they look nothing alike the girl has a MASSIVE birthmark on half her face

Literally just went through all her old shit photoshopped her face onto old posts clearly an expert at Photoshop

5th victim real serial killer wall

Already hunting for accurate victim

Solo white girl influencer

Stalking

In a way we actually haven't left the main character cleverly - because the villain stole the protag's life

Kinda wild the protag slept on the beach and after she revealed her master plan

New victim knows she has a tail

She didn't really do a lot of research on new vic

Old vic was desperately lonely

New vic is a low key cultist??

She's tries a new approach after trying to lead

She backtracks as a submissive

Offering bait of a fancy place

Success

Problem

Girl didn't account for controlling bf

He did the rose petals thing

So now it's new vic and old vic bf n her in old vic's place (that's paid by bf)

Lolz how she going to get them not to talk to each other

The new vic clocked the girl (again) as they both obviously got their rooms broken into

The thing with all these is the first vic clocked all these things too, she just brushed it off as non sensical

"you're fucking creepy"

That's the trigger

Vic no 2 RIP just had the courage to stick to her instincts

We don't have clear motivations on why she's doing this

And unfortunately it comes off as bitches be crazy

Like everyone is just clocking an inherent wrongness to her but we don't know why she is doing it so it's just boadering on crazy people are dangerous

She still has to deal with the guy

There's activity on vic no 1's account..but she has the phone??

She's working several angles

He can tell from the posts she made it's not vic #1 clearly illustrating that she can't see things about people others can and probably doesn't bother to anti-social tendencies and that's why she didn't consider s bf would come after her (also she's cocky and doesn't do enough research)

It also very clear he just uses that line on women but that doesn't mean he can't recognize fundamental things she probably can't

*SA !!!

Well an aporoximation

This sets up a strong juxtaposition that the girl just mimics life but doesn't actually know what it is or how to connect with people

Okay flash back

Vic no 1 + bf

Lol not this same guy chattin up

I'm not saying this guy wouldn't be able to point out the weather phenomenon he's obviously a busy body but they could have had him talk longer ro make it seem realistic

Wow vic no 1 bestie said bf can do better but like??? He's shitty, they are both shitty???

Bf found the trail of bredcimbs of doctored posts because he is also a media guy and can tell

Looks like she cleared out but she is still there

He got the drop on her

The writers are dragging both characters

They are both shitty

She's making a play

It must have been difficult to get that underwater shot

She got the drop on him

She's a bit like villanelle without the explanation

Ok the bestie is just the embodiment of fake ass fakers

She's keeping the vic 1 identity but trashing the bf identity

Back on the island

Surprised vic no 1 isn't dead

We got one big hint she was hiding some..talents but that's it

Found and buried the other two girls

Still got her shoes

Got a mean sunburn

Found her bf

Didn't kill her, left her, not surprising bro does she know how to get back?

We didn't need to know how exactly she survived but it wasn't a big pay off because honestly the only character we got a read on was the bf and he didn't matter

It's a month, the weather is good generally except rainy season (there's wayer), no predators, if you can fish you can figure it out for a month

But she was.. Emotionally in a shit place and isolation should have exacerbated that..

[little-pondhead]

Fenton Family on Vacation (part 1)

Original Post⬅️

"You know, when you revealed yourself as Phantom, I thought it would be much harder to adjust." Madeline Fenton, ghost-hunting extraordinaire and mother of two, stared at the swirling green portal in her basement. Despite building the darn thing herself, with its glowing wires and simple design, Maddie felt like she was seeing the whole thing for the first time.

It was late afternoon on a Saturday. At least, Maddie assumed so. She hadn't stepped foot outside their lab for a while now. Too busy modifying all their ghost-hunting equipment. The blinking red numbers of the digital clock on their desk said it was almost six in the evening. Then again, it has been six in the evening for the past several months. The clock was very much broken, and no one had bothered to fix it. 

It was summer, so the time spent in the Fenton lab drastically increased. And with the reveal of their son Danny, Maddie practically breathed ectoplasm with the amount of time she was spending in the basement. Danny said it was no big deal, but both Fenton parents were determined to re-evaluate their research and inventions completely. Basically, starting from scratch. 

So imagine her surprise when, two days ago, both Jazz and Danny sat them down to propose a memorable family vacation. 

And for some reason, she couldn't say no. Was it her guilt? They were prepared to shell out the money for any dream destination the kids proposed. But no, Danny had invited them to a different dimension via the Ghost Zone. This was tremendous progress, not just in her relationship with her kids but also for their new research. (Let's not mention the headache she got from learning parallel dimensions exist.)

Apparently, the kids had been planning this for a while because now everyone was packed and armed to the teeth, two days later. Jazz had taken care of the logistics-when to leave, how to get there, what to bring. Danny was the one to choose the location since he was the most familiar with the Ghost Zone. Maddie learned much later that he had just thrown a dart at a lineup of names on a corkboard.  

"Are you sure it's okay for us to enter?" Maddie looked concerned.

"Yeah! It'll be fun, mom!" Danny reassured. "It's just a week off-I've always wanted to show you the cool parts of the Ghost Zone without the immediate threat of horrible death." Maddie gave her son the stink eye. He was grinning a bit too innocently for her liking.

"Well, I think it'll be a great bonding experience!" Jack announced, winking at Danny. Badly. "Someone was being a little paranoid about the mall trip yesterday; I hardly got a chance to spoil our new little princess."

Ah, yes, their new granddaughter. Danielle. Maddie had been furious to discover how horrible Vlad had been to her family. Attempting to murder her husband, trying to recruit Danny as a weird evil son/apprentice, outright disrespecting and dismissing Jazz's existence, and wanting to marry her?? "Furious" was putting it lightly. The man slept with a doll version of herself, for heaven's sake! And then Danny just offendedly mentions that Vlad had cloned him. Several times. Only one clone survived; a little girl with no identity of her own. And here was her son sheepishly asking if they might consider letting the clone stay? Even for a little? She was traveling around right now but didn't really have a place to call home-

Maddie and Jack immediately offered to adopt the girl into the family as their youngest. 

(Jazz giggled. "Danny already beat you to it. They tried being cousins at first, but he acts like a total dad around her—the fastest case of ghost adoption that I've ever seen. Instead of a new child, Elle's more like a new grandchild.")

Danny blushed, hunching his shoulders in. "I don't know if Elle wants to be a grandkid-we haven't talked about it, really."

"YOU CAN BET YOUR SWEET BISCUITS I WANNA BE A GRANDKID."

The trio startled and turned, watching the last two of the Fenton family work their way down the stairs into the lab. Jazz was gripping her backpack in one hand and Elle's arm in the other, using her superhuman strength to keep Elle in line. Probably so Elle wouldn't run down the stairs and permanently kill herself. Jack quietly chuckled at the sight of Elle's ghost-themed backpack, so painstakingly picked out the day before. It was a tad too big and looked just adorable on her. A few tiny blob ghosts floating around her head whizzed in excitement, sometimes using the backpack as a place to hide. Maddie, personally, loved the pink light-up sneakers that Elle showed off as much as possible. Her husband had done well shopping by himself. 

It was evident Elle was excited about the trip. Despite all her travels abroad, satisfying her wanderlust, she'd never been to another dimension. When they had reached the bottom, Elle phased out of Jazz's grip, bolting to collide with Jack in a hug. "Yesterday was loads of fun." She exclaimed. "I loved shopping around for new stuff. And if being Danny's kid means I get two new grandparents in the deal, then I'm taking it."

Danny made a face. "But isn't it weird to have a dad so close in age to you? What if people look at you weird?"

Jazz snorted at her brother's words, picking her way around the lab mess. "Danny, you'd be the one they would look at funny. A fifteen-year-old-"

"I'm almost sixteen!"

"A fifteen-year-old who has a physically thirteen-year-old daughter? People will be ready to call CPS."

"And besides!" Elle detangled herself from Jack's grip and stomped over to Maddie with a shit-eating grin as she looked at her dad. "Technically, I'm only a year old. You're not going to leave your poor, unstable clone daughter alone in the world to fend for herself, right?" Danny just grumbled. Something about not even being old enough to drive. 

Maddie cooed a bit and enjoyed the hug from her new granddaughter. It was cold but in a good way. Elle's response was a low hum that vibrated through her body. It reminded Maddie of a cat's purr.

"I've been meaning to ask," Maddie said. Elle clung tighter as she adjusted her grip. "What is ghost adoption?? You mentioned that before when explaining your relationship with Elle."

Their son shuffled his feet a little. "Uh, it basically means my core has connected to hers in a parental way, I guess." He was obviously nervous. "When we first met, even before I knew Elle was a clone, my core recognized her as a "baby ghost," so to speak. There was enough of a connection that I kind of adopted her subconsciously."

"But it doesn't happen with between all ghosts." Jazz cut in. It felt like their eldest was giving them a lecture on this and that every week. "Frostbite explained it a while ago, something about similar cores and ambient ectoplasm. Kind of like pack bonding?"

Maddie nodded, barely following. "And Frostbite...you said we were visiting this person?"

Danny perked up, actually floating a few feet off the ground in excitement. "Frostbite is the best! He's the leader of the Far Frozen and looks like a giant yeti. He helped me figure a bunch of things out and makes the best cocoa."

"Well, I'm excited to meet him."

And they were. Going through the portal was an experience and a half. It wasn't the first time they'd done this, but it was still memorable. Danny and Elle had gone ghost and chased each other around the Specter Speeder while Jazz piloted, hunched over the steering wheel. The Ghost Zone was a wonderful mix of greens and purples; Jack lamented his lack of a camera.

("We don't want to give Technus something to use." Tucker explained. Danny's friends had come by to help them all pack properly. "The Fenton Cameras haven't been ghost-proofed all the way, and Technus is an insufferable b-uh, idiot when he manages to get his hands on new tech. I'll never hear the end of it.")

It was just so much colder than they expected. The "Far Frozen" certainly lived up to its name. So did Frostbite and his legendary cocoa. The giant yeti (did he count as a ghost??) also took the opportunity to give each Fenton a checkup (ghosts have doctors???) to make sure everyone was healthy enough for inter-dimensional travel. They were, and Frostbite even handed over a few extra vials of pure ectoplasm to tide the kids over in case they didn't land near a natural source in the new dimension. Jack and Maddie took a few vials each, one for each of their ghost kids, and Jazz just tucked hers away in her luggage with a little pat.

Then they were off sightseeing. Understandably, most of Danny's allies were a bit wary around the (mostly former) ghost hunters but did their best to hide it. Jack and Maddie got to meet Princess Dorathea, who could turn into a freaking dragon how cool was that, Jack-

There was Pandora, a towering woman with blue skin and four arms. She took a liking to Maddie and gifted her an engraved xiphos. "To match her fighting spirit." The woman explained. She did not tell anyone what the engraving meant. At some point, they saw a towering castle in the distance. It was hard to see, but the towers looked like spiraling ice. Jack asked about it.

"Oh, that's nothing special." Danny waved them off. "Don't worry about it. We DO need to worry about Walker's prison, so duck down for a bit. He doesn't like it when the living are in his territory." Maddie didn't bother pushing the subject, so they moved on.

Then there was Wulf, a werewolf who could make portals and was the kids' teacher on that subject. Jazz was especially excited, greeting Wulf with a bear hug. (Maddie vaguely remembered something about her daughter being a werewolf now, but she very rarely changed while in the living world. Maddie had almost forgotten.) Jack was pleasantly surprised to learn Wulf spoke Esperanto. In fact, that was the only thing he could speak. It turns out Esperanto was something Jack had learned during their college days. The two hit it off, and Jack had to be dragged away from whatever conversation they were having.

Time moved a bit sluggishly, but eventually, they got around to "the least annoying ones." Elle had a blast messing with someone named Fright Knight, who just kept calling her 'my lady' for some reason. Danny got a few potshots in when one of his rouges (was that a robot?) got too close to the Speeder. They met Ghost Writer, Amorpho, Lunch Lady, Nocturne, Technus, Ember, Cujo, and a few others. Their final stop was Clockwork's.

The flight there was exceptionally long. It felt like forever, yet the clock in the Speeder only moved forward five minutes. Jazz explained that this was Clockwork's influence. He was the Master of Time, and the closer they got to his lair, the weirder time was. Eventually, the Fenton family arrived. Clockwork's lair was, well, a clock tower.

("Really, I don't know what we expected, Maddie.")

It was dark and green, sitting on a tiny island they could barely land on. Ectoplasm was thick in the air; Maddie was sure that if she weren't already ecto-contaminated, it would have been increasingly difficult to breathe. Multiple ticking sounds filled the air as if the tower was filled with nothing but clocks. Maddie took a wild guess and thought it probably was. A glowing green sticky note drew their attention as they approached the door.

Danny scowled as he read the note. "Daniel, something has come up with the Observants. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't make the Watchtower your new haunt. A natural portal will open next to the Speeder. Enjoy your vacation, Clockwork. Drat, I was hoping he'd be home. I really wanted you to meet him."

Maddie pats his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sure we'll find time later." Elle giggled at the pun.

"I know." He sighed. "It's just, he can be so cryptic. Why would I make a watchtower my new haunt? I've never even been to a real watchtower! But the note says a natural portal will spawn next to the Speeder so that we can wait for that."

"You mean this portal?"

Jazz was closely examining a small tear in reality that had popped into existence next to her foot. It was small and low to the ground. Small enough that the Specter Speeder definitely couldn't get through. Maddie doubted they'd be going in all at once.

Elle peered over her shoulder. "That's it! Come on, old man, I'll race you!" She dove in without waiting for a reply.

"DANIELLE MADELINE FENTON!" Danny immediately chased after, disappearing into a swirl of green.

"Oh yeah, she's definitely related." Jazz said. "Come on. I'll follow behind once you two go through." Maddie looked at Jack, and Jack looked at Maddie. Fine with them.

Jack went first, knuckles tight from gripping his bag straps, doing his best to suck in his gut before dropping out of existence. Maddie went next, standing on tiptoes and still having Jazz bend down to press a kiss to her cheek before she left. "Make sure to lock up the Speeder."

Jazz smiled, her eyes glowing with the barest hint of green. She had a hand on the Fenton thermos clipped to her belt and if Maddie squinted, she could see the barest outline of a crown on her head. "See you on the other side, mom."

Maddie stepped into the portal, feeling nothing but open air, and fell through.

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Edit: OH GOD I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL ABOUT JAZZ I FIXED IT I AM SO SORRY

(the fix was kind of rushed but there is an extra line or two now that actually mentions it)

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

Stolas sat in the family limo, enjoying the smooth rumble of limos engine as he travelled home. Along the way, he felt... at peace.

As though, all the problems that plagued his mind before, had... evaporated.

Stolas ran a hand down his chest, his thighs grinding together as he thought about his time with you.

You were so gentle. So tender and elegant with him. As though he were some delicate piece of art.

But he knew the truth...

You handled him so delicately, because you wanted him to feel loved.

...Because you loved him.

The thought sending a whole new wave of warmth threw him.

So focused on the events that just transpired was he, he didn't even notice his arrival home.

He walked through the building blissfully unawares of all around him, almost in a drunken state.

Entering his chambers he found the bed made and empty.

Of course it was, Stella hadn't shared there bed since Blitzø fell into Stella's brunch.

He'd once found it all so charming. Blitzø's brash, rough and tumble attitude had once made him swoon.

But now when he thought about being with Blitzø, he just felt like an idiot for having thought there relationship was anything beyond a business transaction.

But now he had you. And you were all he needed now.

He fell onto his bed, not bothering with the covers. Content to just lay there and bask in the light you brought to his life.

But those tears he shed had took a toll on him, and as much as he wished to bask in this warmth he could feel sleep taking him and with one more happy thought of you, he allowed sleep take him.

He awoke early the morning, and despite being bathed in the light of Hell's crimson sun.

He felt cold.

As though all the warmth youd given him yesterday had simply vanished.

He sat up, sluggishily removing the covers went about preparing for his day of... nothing.

Stella hadn't allowed him anywhere near his usual meeting or appointments, not since- well you know what happened.

Perhaps he'd try and talk to his beloved Octavia. If she was feeling hospitable.

Hmmm. Perhaps not. He should probably just give her some space.

Besides he realised an even more important thing he could do with his morning.

Learning everything he could about You.

Turning over, he found his phone. Looking through his contacts.

He found your name, going into your contact he considered messaging you, but decided against it. He didn't want to bother you so early in the morning.

Instead he pulled up Voxtigram, his main form of communication, before typing in your name.

But he couldn't find you.

So he checked Blitzø's friend list, he eventually found you, it turns out you just had your name backwards, something that made him chuckle.

Seeing pictures of Blitzø sent pangs of sadness through his chest, but he soldiered on.

Scrolling through your pictures, he didn't find much.

Alot of them were just pictures of the places you'd been, or one of the weapons you used on the job.

He eventually did find some of you.

The first he found was you and the two other Imps that worked there, Millie and Moxxie he was pretty sure were there names.

The next was you on your first day at work.

It was a selfie of you in a group hug with Blitzø and the others.

You were all clearly being forced by Blitzø.

The awkward little smile you wore sent a wave of warmth through him.

Scrolling further down, he found more pictures of you. Most of them were just you relaxing at a variety of places, or after after getting a new outfit. Just general stuff about your life in hell.

Then he found one that made his heart skip a beat.

It was a picture of you. Wearing just a pair of shorts at the gym.

You were pulling a little pose, flexing your muscles in front of a mirror, a shy little blush across your cheeks.

Stolas' swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

He rubbed his thighs together as he fantasised about licking the sweat off your abs.

With a shake to his head, he decided now was a good time to get out of bed.

Leaving his phone as he went and took a nice long shower.

A nice long, cold shower.

Getting out, he chose a more casual outfit.

An old T-shirt and some jeans he reserved for comfy home clothes. He didn't have anywhere to be.

He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Octavia sitting at the table.

The more calculating part of his brain told him to just leave her alone, but he decided against it. He shouldn't hide from his daughter, she needed to know he was still there for her 'Hello darling, how did you sleep.' He asked pleasantly.

Octavia looked up at him, her eyes looking cold and annoyed. So, not all to different from her usual teenage gaze.

'I slept fine dad.' She sai, her voice dull and lifless, before looking back down at her phone.

Stolas swelled with joy.

His daughter was speaking to him again. Everything seemed seemed to be getting better for him.

Pouring himself a bowl of serial, he took a rather lecherous lstroll down memory lane, Thinking about his time with you.

He didn't know how long he'd been thinking about you, but he was quickly pulled out of it when he felt something hit him on the back.

The clanging of cutlery that followed soon after gave him a good idea of what it was.

Turning around he found a rather angry teenage owl glaring at him.

Before he could ask what was wrong. The owlet released a frustrated growl. 'Can you just not?' She asked rhetorically.

Running down her face she told him 'I have do deal with you and Mums B.S. all the time, can you just not fantasise about your fuckin Blitzy~ in front of me.'

She fell back into her seat with a huff.

Stolas was a little shocked. He hadn't thought his beloved daughter could be so course.

'I-I... I didn't realise I was being so bothersome.' He said, sounding perhaps a bit to wounded.

Octavia sighed, 'Can you just not in the kitchen. Where we eat, please?' She asked, going back to her breakfast.

Stolas sighed, picking up his now soggy bowl of serial. 'How long had I been in that state?' He asked himself.

'Five minutes' answered Octavia not looking up from her phone.

'Oh' he said to himself, taking the bowl he poured it into the trash. 'Well that's disgusting.'

He chuckled to himself. Looking over his shoulder he said 'Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear you won't be hearing much about Blitzø... ever again.' He told her being perhaps a little vitriolic.

Getting a cup from the cupboard, he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Walking over to Octavia he went to take a seat, but stopped upon seeing her distrustful gaze.

Taking a seat he sighed. 'Octavia, darling... I know these past few weeks haven't been easy on you. And I know much of that-" He had to stop as Octavia glared daggers at him. "...All of it, was my fault. But I promise, things will get better... for both of us.' He took her hand into his own. 'I promise.'

Octavia looked up at him, she looked so startled by his words.

It seemed like she was gonna say something, dew drops forming in the corners of her eyes.

He was about to say something when Octavia shot up and ran away.

Stolas sat there. For a long while. His conversation running over in his mind.

Taking a drink from his coffee he stood up, put his cup in the sink and left.

He found himself in his garden, perhaps the last place he still felt at home on the palace grounds.

Trying to calm himself down went about his usual grooming routine.

Trimming bushes, feeding his plants, pulling weeds and just general plant care.

And as much as his plants soothed his nerves,, he could feel his mood shifting.

The depression beganing to invade his thoughts.

He felt himself become that miserable husk that got shoved out of Blitzøs office.

He clutched his head, hunching over on the brink of tears. His thoughts became like daggers, stabbing into his thoughts.

But before he could shed a tear, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Pulling it out, he found it was a call from you.

In something of a surprised stupor, he answered the call. He tried to clear the emotion from his voice before saying 'Hello?'

'Stolas? Are you okay? You sound upset.' You asked him, concern in your voice.

'(Y/N)?! I... I'm...' he was going to tell you some fluff story, pretending he was fine and probably throwing a few lewd innuendos I'm there.

But, he choked... He just couldn't.

'No... No I'm not okay.' He told you, on the brink of tears. 'I feel like everything is broken and it's all my fault.'

You took a moment to respond, clearing your throat you said. 'Stolas... why did you sleep with Blitzø?'

Stolas was taken aback, 'P-Pardon?'

You sighed, 'Did you want to hurt your family when you chose to sleep with Blitzø?'

Bringing up it was he who made of decision to sleep with Blitzø, made his self loathing grow like a fire.

'N-No!' He told you 'I would never want to hurt my family...'

'Its alright Stolas, I know you wouldn't want to hurt them... But you slept with him for a reason Stolas, you need to know what it is.'

Stolas wasn't sure how to answer, he didn't really know the answer. He could lie, tell you it was just a spur of the moment decision, but that just wasn't true.

'I-I don't know.' He stated, more then said. 'I don't know why I did it... I just... don't know.'

He sat there for several moments, his mind going into overdrive as he thought over the question.

'Its alright Stolas, I believe you. But you need to figure it out, this is something that will haunt you until you figure it out." You told him, trying your best to be serious.

Stolas wiped his eyes, before asking you, 'why did you call (Y/n)? I... don't remember giving you my number!' He mumbled out, rubbing his eye.

You coughed, clearing your throat, 'Don't worry about that. I actually called you because, well I mean, I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to do something tomorrow?' You asked him, voice thick with bashfulness.

Stolas was really taken aback, 'You... You want to do something... With me?' He asked incredulously.

You chuckled on the other end of the phone. 'If I were there right now, Stolas, I'd probably boop you right on a nose.' You tell him through a smile.

'I'd love to do something!' Stolas practically cheered. You chuckled, before telling him 'Great, Ive already got an idea, but if youd like to do-'

Before you could finish your note, Stolas shouted, 'I'd love Too!'

Stolas quickly calmed down, before clearing his throat, 'Sorry... I mean, I'd love to do whatever you had in mind.' He said, cringing at how desperate he'd sounded.

'Good to hear' You chuckled, 'Well, there's this great wine place I know that makes the best little pizzas, and I, uh, wanted to share it with you.'

Your words sent a wave of ecstasy through his body. You not only wanted to spend time with him but actively sought him out to spend time with him.

You were everything he wished Blitzø was.

And he loved it.

He didn't need Blitzø.

He had you now.

'Of course (Y/N), It would be my pleasure to spend some time with you.' He told you, biting his lip.

He felt like a school girl with her first crush, a youthful giddiness clouded his mind.

'Oh? Well I've got tomorrow off, does that work for you? We can do it another day if your busy.' You told him, concern clear in your voice.

It was Stolas' turn to laugh at the tone in your voice.

'I don't have anything on tomorrow, so I'd love to accompany you to yor wine and pizza place. Nothing would make me happier.' He told you earnestly.

He could hear the smile in your voice, as you told him. 'Well, I'm happy to hear that. I'll send you the address later today, call me if you need any directions... I'll see you then, Stolas.'

'I...' Stolas wanted to tell you how much he loved you, just how much joy you brought him with one simple phone call.

He wanted to tell you, but didn't have the words.

As he tried to manifest the words he needed, he heard say through the phone.

'Its alright Stolas. I look forward to seeing you too.'

You told him simply, Stolas just sighed. How you always knew what he was trying to say.

'I'll see you tomorrow, My Beloved.' he told you before you hung up.

Hearing the tell tale dial tone, looking down at the phone, your image in the caller I.D. bringing a smile to his face.

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Birthday [S.B]

Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

PART 2

Word count: 6k (sorry if it's too long, I don't know what happened 😳)

Warnings: Hogwarts here is more like a university, therefore in their first year everyone is (definitely) over 11 years old. This isn’t intended to be temporarily correct or within canon, it is for entertainment only.

Another thing (and I hope it doesn't cause me problems) in this household we are anti-snape, (and I respect people who are not) but for this one case I'll make him look like someone… well, a better person than he really is. The same goes for some characters as in the canon if they are very rude. Also let's assume that they are all the same age, although I know that some (like Narcissa and Reg) are much younger I wanted to reverse the roles a bit and I loved the result, it's something a little different but I hope you like it.

I repeat, this is temporarily not correct in any sense but it is the only way it would work.

I saw the original idea in a Tiktok video that belongs to user "x.cotaa", who I asked for permission to use the idea.

A/N: I feel like it lacked a bit, but I really wanted to do it and it is the longest I have written in my LIFE. I really hope you like it, there is not much romance but I think it is not necessary.

(and sorry for any mistakes, I really tried to check everything several times but I haven't slept well and my brain doesn't work the same. If you notice something send a message to correct it)

You walked through the corridors quite restless, from finally being able to reach the building where the Gryffindor dormitories were located. You had spent all morning and part of the afternoon waiting to see them, but you thought that maybe they were organizing something for such a special date.

You didn't have your birthday every day, right?

From a young age the 'marauders', as they called themselves now, and you had been good friends. And how could they not be? You had been a neighbor of the Blacks for years. Your family, liberal purebloods who rubbed shoulders with the most influential and millionaire families in the wizarding world, had bought a muggle-looking house on Grimmauld place 13, and thanks to that you had met the nice (sarcasm) Black family. The grown-ups might not have much appreciation for you, but as soon as you met the Black brothers you became friends. They were very friendly and funny, so they would sneak out to play with you whenever they could. You had a lot of affection for both of them, sure, but a little more for him.

You grew up seeing Regulus Black as a kind of little brother and he saw in you a best friend. You protected him from everything, along with his brother Sirius. But Sirius on the other hand, you grew up seeing him as anything but a brother. To be honest and blunt, you were madly in love with him.

Since you saw him the first day, with that flirtatious smile and his trusting attitude, you fell in love. At first, you thought that maybe it was because you did not know any child and that is why you blushed every time you saw him, or your heart would race when you touched each other by accident, things like that. But as you got older you reflected that that had never happened with Regulus (who was another boy you were very attached to) and you realized that it was only Sirius.

The three of you grew up together, the Blacks ended up accepting your family and therefore attended the same school. That's where you met James, Remus, Peter, Lily, and many others of your dear (and not so dear) companions. You had a solid friendship with all of them and Regulus seemed to go his own way with different friends than his brother. But that did not mean the breakdown of his friendship, on the contrary, he always sought to include you in the talks that you managed to share with his companions and you ended up winning the affection of most of them.

When all were older, conscious to make their own decisions, the group was divided into two camps. Not that they ‘hated’ but both of them started to have some disagreements of ideas and you became the only link between them. It was true that Bellatrix (for example) was somewhat rude or joking with the marauders and there Severus, Lucius, Barty, and Narcissa joined her (just to name a few) but they never went further. They had a little respect for them because they knew that you and Regulus would never forgive them for hurting them.

Thus a childish rivalry was created between the two gangs that once you entered ‘Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry’ only intensified. Upon entering, they were cataloged into the different houses, as expected, and what a surprise they were when both groups were separated into the houses that hated each other the most. You felt between a rock and a hard place when they put the sorting hat on you because you wanted to go with Sirius to Gryffindor but you also loved the company of your Slytherin friends too much, in addition to having Regulus there.

Finally, the hat gave its verdict and the word "Slytherin!" echoed throughout the room. The snakes received you with cheers and for a moment you felt very happy to be there because your parents had no prejudices towards the houses and you knew that they would be happy for the news. But when you looked up at the lion table, you noticed the disapproving looks everyone was giving you. Even Sirius was looking at you, but not disapprovingly but hurt.

You did not understand why they had not been happy for you, because after all being in different houses did not mean that their friendship of years would end.

Or so you thought.

"James!" you yelled to get his attention. He was hugging Lily Evans by the shoulders and was in the company of the others. They always reminded you of the real lions, traveling in herds everywhere "By Merlin, I finally find you" you said a little agitated, but with a huge smile. You looked at Sirius for a few seconds and immediately blushed, as he looked more handsome than usual.

"Y/N, hi," said James, a little confused "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" you repeated amused, looking at them all "I'm here for you to congratulate me, duh" you laughed, but they didn't seem funny.

"The Slytherin went to your head a lot, didn't it?" Peter said with a snort, causing James to stifle a laugh.

"Yeah, being the best in Transfiguration class isn't such a big deal," he murmured and you almost thought he was pissed off. You didn't know what you had done to make them so angry (as they were with you lately) but you still didn't give up.

"Uh, no, I was talking about... you know, today's special date," you said, still excited "Do you want us to go out somewhere?" you asked shyly. Suddenly you felt weird like you didn't fit in with them.

"Special date?" Lily asked, trying to understand what was going on. You saw Remus lift his finger to ask for the floor and at the same time you opened your mouth to say something else, but you were interrupted by a velvety voice calling you from behind.

"Y/N! I finally found you,” Regulus said. He was just as agitated as you when he arrived and his emerald tie was elegantly tied around his neck. "You're very slippery, did they tell you?" he murmured amused, while he hugged you and left a kiss on your cheek. He looked at the opponents with a tight-lipped smile, as he was also suffering from the sudden change in mood that everyone seemed to have towards you "Am I interrupting something?"

"Nothing, we were leaving," said Lily. You held your breath at her coldness.

"Well..." he started to say, ignoring your friends a bit "So since I'm a terrible, really terrible person keeping secrets and I'm dying of emotion, you have to pretend to be surprised when I take you to our building and maybe there are some decorations of a party out there that maybe the others and I organized for you, right?" he said, with that huge smile that he put on when something excited him.

"A party?" Sirius said, getting a little ahead of where he was. He hadn't spoken since you arrived and now he looked confused "Why, Reg?"

“Are you really asking me why silly? It's her birthday!" Regulus said raising his voice in scolding. Everyone paled and some blushed in embarrassment. Among them Sirius.

All the joy that had invaded you by the boy's confession left you because you thought that their indifference from the beginning had been due to the fact that they were also involved in that surprise.

"Did you forget it?" you said with a small voice. You were really excited to spend your birthday in the company of your friends and seeing that none of them remembered it was a hit to the heart. When you saw that no one said anything, you stifled a bitter laugh. "You forgot," you sentenced.

"It's not what it seems," Sirius said, trying to find a good excuse.

"That's what I thought at first," you murmured, a little hurt. If they had you in the concept of a poisonous snake then you would be “But I'm sick of you I thought that being in different houses would not represent any inconvenience, I even ignored the horrible faces you made when they announced me in Slytherin because I thought you were sad. And then I was convinced that the distance that was appearing between you and me was normal because we only shared a couple of classes and I also let it pass. I let it pass for you to make offensive comments towards my house and justify yourself saying a simple Oh, we forgot you were here. But it's a joke, nothing personal” you blurted out. Suddenly some seemed really embarrassed, but James not as much as the others “And I even laughed at them, you know? Because I thought that if I laughed you wouldn't realize that it affected me when you talked about me like that. You stopped including me in your friends' outings and there were days when I only saw you in class, but I didn't care either, I was happy to see my friends” you murmured. Regulus walked over to you and held your arm gently. Everything you were saying you had already discussed with him and it hurt him to see you so hurt because of the Gryffindors in front of you "And today, I thought that I could finally be with you properly. I know they were busy all day and when they didn't look for me, I decided to come myself, hoping you were planning a surprise like the ones you always did. I even thought you were very concerned about the upcoming exams and I understood you, but none of you remembered. Not even you, Sirius” you expressed. You weren't upset about others, you could spend your whole life without them, but who you were most disappointed with was him"You've been celebrating my birthday for more than ten years, or did you forget that too?" you muttered, approaching him and speaking close to his face, now in a more personal way "We even have that stupid tradition that I thought was important to you, on each of my birthdays, did you forget too?" you said softly, in that tone that Sirius always used to hurt his chest with. He never thought you would use it on him “But I get it, I really mean it. So I guess that's how things will be from now on."

"As well as?" James said defensively “You being full-time in the snake's nest? I thought you already did"

"Do you see what I'm talking about?!" you muttered raising your voice and drawing the attention of those who passed by “You talk about me as if he were a movie villain. Not all of us are bad and because you have that stupid superiority complex does not mean that we are shit" you said facing it "And you know what? It makes me very happy. It makes me happy to see that none of you are defending me and that you are not even trying to justify yourself anymore. Because if this…” you roughly took the piece of cloth that was around your neck, showing it to everyone “… stupid tie can separate us like this, then I guess they weren't really my friends, right?” you spoke, looking at everyone with anger injected into your eyes. When you stopped at Sirius, you just clenched your jaw further. "You're bloody prejudiced shit and you don't realize that the real bad guys here are you. Just for being in the most popular fucking house and everyone's favorite you feel that the rest of us have to pay tribute to you” you spat. From your robe you took out a packet of beans and threw it at Sirius in anger "I bought it for you, enjoy" you spoke ironically, with a totally false smile.

Sirius looked at the sweets in his hands and felt like the most guilty person in the world. His housemates' environment had made him begin to believe that you and his brother were really the monsters everyone said. He remembered when you were little and every birthday you ate those beans as long as some horrible tasting came out. There was nothing interesting, it was just sitting across from each other, watching each other eat sweets and laugh. But it was yours, it was special and you did it every year. You were even on the verge of kissing him once, if it hadn't been for the laughter you let out at that vomit-flavored bean that Sirius spat out you would have done it.

Sirius always hated the way his family displaced him because of his ideas and even more so now that he was in the lion's house. But it was only then that he realized that he was doing just the same to you.

When you started walking you felt a hand stop and a part of you yearned for it to be Sirius.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" spoke Remus, who was the most decent of all "I... I did know it was your birthday" he murmured and everyone turned to see him, incredulous. The boy with the scars handed you a candy bar with a note. You smiled bitterly and took it carefully.

"I must exclude you, Moony," you said with a small smile "you have always been the same sweet boy" you confessed and you caressed his cheek for a few moments. Sirius was jealous of the touch you gave the young man and clenched his fists under his robe.

But hey, he thought suddenly, he had forgotten the most important date for you and you are supposed to have known each other for as long as he can remember. Luckily he wasn't with a bleeding nose.

Without deigning to say anything else, you turned in the opposite direction and began to walk, feeling that uncomfortable tightness in your chest.

"You really are a ball of hypocrites," Regulus said, directing his heaviest gaze to his brother's friends.

"Go with your girlfriend, Black," Peter spat and he restrained himself from putting his fist in his face.

"Don't mess with her or I'm going to erase this smug smile, do you understand?" he threatened him. The difference in height between the two was considerable. "I'm not going to let you hurt her anymore, she's like a sister to me" he spoke and his gaze went to Sirius. He was still in shock from what had just happened, but that didn't stop him from noticing the way his younger brother was watching him “This time you outdid yourself, Sirius. Try to screw it up more, maybe you can do it," he murmured, putting on the same fake smile that you had given him.

Regulus rolled his eyes at the silence of everyone and went after you, trying to reach you so he could make you feel a little better before entering the surprise party they had organized for you.

There was an awkward silence between them, which James broke with a laugh.

"What idiocy," he said nonchalantly, watching you go down the hall.

"Why didn't you remind me that today was his birthday, Remus Lupin?" Sirius asked his friend, quite hurt.

"I thought you knew. After all, you are supposed to be one of her best friends, right? " he murmured, tightening his lips. Sirius sighed in frustration and ran his hand through his hair.

“Okay, Pads, relax. She will forget it soon..."

"Do you want to shut up, James?" Sirius said, on the verge of collapse "I just hurt the girl I love the most in this life, and do you think the matter will be fixed just by letting it go? We are idiots, everything she said is true. Have you already forgotten that she was also your friend?" he asked, annoyed at the indifference of James, Peter, and Lily respectively.

"Sirius she decided to be with them. She has new friends now, we have proof with this"

“She is with them because we turned our back on her! Her housemates remembered her birthday, they threw her a party, they love her, support her and protect her as we are supposed to do"

"Speaks for you," Peter pleaded, also defensively. "She has never done anything for me, I don't owe her anything"

"I thought that if you were my friends then you would care about the people who also matter to me, but maybe she is right and we are just idiots"

"She wants to make you think that, Sirius" spoke Lily, again "For years she has been this sarcastic and ironic, and being in Slytherin is only going to polish her character. How long do you think it will take for her to become like all those blood supremacists? "

"Like Severus Snape, your best friend?" he said defensively, raising an eyebrow at Lily.

“You guys hate Snape, you've always said and made fun of him. I don't understand what the question is about” she murmured, rolling her eyes and fleeing from Sirius's gaze. “And he's not my best friend anymore. You know it"

And Sirius reflected until he realized that it was true. In retrospect, he and his group of friends had been jerks when they let themselves be carried away by those stupid prejudices that surrounded the house you belonged to, which could mean the end of their friendship. Was he really afraid that you would become all that a Slytherin could be or was he just still hurt by how you preferred his brother to him?

Because yes, the root of all the problems had simply been that he had felt betrayed by you (although you clearly had no power over the sorting hat) by being in opposing houses. Being with you at the university had excited him a lot and apparently, he was a wound that he had not finished healing. But you weren't to blame for anything, it was bullshit to condemn you for who you were. Because instead of judging you he must have accepted you and loved you like he had for so many years.

And now he had to run after you if he didn't want to lose you.

"Where are you going, Sirius?" Remus yelled, seeing his friend walking urgently down the hall. Sirius didn't answer and looked down the hall for you, to no avail. He cursed under his breath as he began to run, his backpack hitting his side repeatedly. There was an enormous distance between the Slytherin building and where he was unless he took one of the secret passages where only the students of that house could pass.

He swore again and ran his hand through his hair, desperate for a solution. The only thing he could do was run.

Arms holding your shoulders forced you to stop in the middle of the passage you had taken, very close to the entrance to your common room.

"Hey, hey, take it easy" Regulus spoke, pulling you to his chest to hug you. You didn't like crying, but you had started to hyperventilate from all the anger that was building up inside you.

"I hate him!" you said and your voice was muffled by his robes "I hate Sirius, he's the biggest idiot in the whole world" you complained, feeling a lump in your throat.

Regulus was the one who knew all the details of your love for Sirius. He sometimes put up with you talking for hours about how much you liked his brother, he helped you with your failed attempts at conquest and was always the best adviser. Also, by default, he had to comfort you when you both fought.

"Ignore him, pumpkin" he murmured over your head, resting his chin on your hair and hugging you carefully.

"How could he forget my birthday?" you asked angrily. Actually, it didn't bother you that he hadn't congratulated you, it could happen to anyone. But his attitude, so indifferent, was what made you furious. "He's so different lately, I feel like we get further and further away every day," you sobbed. Regulus took you by the shoulders and pulled you apart for you to look at.

"That guy over there who claims to be my brother is a jerk and I don't want to see you like that for him on your birthday, okay?" she said seriously "You have been in love with him for years and sorry that I am the one to tell you, but I have never seen a response from him and frankly I do not feel that he deserves everything you give him" he expressed sincerely. I knew it could break your heart saying that, but I'd rather do it than keep you giving all your love to a boy who had a brain the size of a peanut to understand your signals. "And now you're like this, on the verge of crying on your birthday for that fool and his friends. You're supposed to be happy, pretty. All my friends and I really love you and we did this to make you feel good and I would not like to see you sad” he murmured, raising his hands to your cheeks and gently holding your face “Maybe we are not the people you expected, but if you let us we can make you happy too,” he expressed honestly. You knew that Regulus would never think of you with a love beyond what he was showing you now, a brotherly love and that he cared so much about your happiness made you want to cry

You were quiet for a long, but really long time that helped you calm down and then he spoke again

“But if you don't feel well, just tell me and we can cancel everything, without any problem"

"Are you crazy?" you interrupted it. You were hurt, very hurt, but you wouldn't let those Gryffindors ruin your day. You couldn't even cry, nor did you want to. The abandonment of him had come so gradually that you ended up convincing yourself that it was inevitable and if you didn't think much about it you knew you could get over it. "Are you saying that grumpy Severus agreed to throw a party for me? How could I reject that?" you joked and Regulus finally smiled.

"I can confess, without you telling anyone, that he was very excited"

"Really?" you spoke, opening your eyes in surprise "That is something worth seeing"

Reg nodded gently and smiled.

"Are you sure you are alright?"

"I'm not," you said with a grimace. You let out a sad sigh and hugged yourself, feeling the pain still installed in your chest “But… you're right, you don't deserve it. If they took the time to do something nice for me, the least I can do is attend, don't you think?" you mumbled with a smile. The boy nodded again and hugged you by the shoulders.

"Don't let him make you sad" he advised you "much less on your birthday"

"Thank you, Reggie" you replied. His interest in your happiness warmed your chest with love. “So what? Will you blindfold me or some stupid thing like that?" you asked raising your eyebrow and Regulus laughed as he took off his tie.

"Good idea, good idea" he expressed while covering your eyes "Remember, you have to look surprised, or else they will kill me, okay?"

"Yes, I understand," you said with a smile, letting yourself be guided through the passage.

And simultaneously, somewhere in the university, Sirius was running rampant in the hope of finding you.

You were definitely surprised when you entered the common room, it was not necessary to pretend anything.

Most of Regulus's friends (and your housemates) were sitting with emerald green party hats and a few streamers decorating the place, plus a sign. They all started singing “happy birthday” out of tune and you held back the tears behind a huge smile.

"You like it?" Narcissa said as she walked towards you and gave you a big hug. "We all contributed, even Bella," she murmured happily, pointing at her sister who was trying to smile across the room.

"It's magnificent, I'm so happy that you remembered" you said looking at everyone "I really love it, I never thought you would do something like this to me"

"I didn't want to," Severus lied, with that bitter grin that he had every day. You laughed, approached him to wrap him in a hug and left a sound kiss on his cheek that he cleaned up with a frenzy.

"I also want!" Barty said as he jumped up to your place and placed his lips so you could kiss them. You laughed and in his place you pressed his cheeks with one hand, making him complain.

"Thank you all, really. I do not know what to say. I had never celebrated a birthday with you and I feel very lucky to…” you passed a gulp of saliva, trying not to let yourself cry “to have such great colleagues as you” you finished, with a smile and some tears trapped in your eyes.

"Stop the damn kitsch and bring the alcohol!" Lucius Malfoy yelled from his place, making everyone laugh, including you.

The next thing was to receive hugs and congratulations from the others in the room, even from some senior years who you did not know but who had agreed to go with the promise of being able to drink liquor.

You felt someone touch your shoulder and you noticed that she was another girl of your generation that you knew very vaguely.

"Hmm, hello and happy birthday" she started to say and you thanked him with a smile "There is a boy who insists to come in here, he says he needs to talk to you urgently. I think he is Regulus's brother” she informed you and when he heard his name the boy rushed to stand by your side.

“Thanks for letting us know, Kate. You're very kind,” he said, with his usual diplomatic tone. The girl nodded and said goodbye to go to her bedroom, leaving you with Regulus “Do you want me to talk to him? I can invite him to come in if you want or..."

"No" you said serious. You turned your head to see your housemates, who were very entertained watching Barty and Bellatrix compete with each other to see who drank the most Firewhiskey. You smiled at Cissy's concern, Lucius's words of encouragement, and the faces Severus was making from one of the chairs.

Maybe it wasn't the best birthday party, but at least they had given you one. Sirius, what had he done?

"No?"

"I don’t want to see him. Tell him to go" you said determined "Please" you added. Regulus frowned, for he didn't expect you to give up his brother so easily, but he nodded anyway.

"Okay, I'll go with him."

"Thank you very much," you answered honestly, placing your hand on his bicep to squeeze him for a second. You were silent and then you spoke again "Do you plan to drink today?"

"I don't think so, I'm afraid they'll do something they regret and I'm not there to take care of them" he said smiling and pointing his head towards your friends. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I think you will have another butt to take care of tonight" you expressed, with a little emotion in your eyes. Reg giggled and bowed mockingly to the liquor table.

“It's all yours, birthday girl. I promise to drag you to your room if necessary” he said cordially and he didn't need to say another word when you were already running to the fun.

He smiled to see you so happy and walked in the direction of the exit, fearing the reaction that his brother's reaction to telling him that you didn't even want to see him would not be the most favorable.

When Sirius finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin building he was gasping for air and he felt a bit of sweat running down his forehead. It hadn't taken that long, so he was hoping to find you to talk before the party your housemates had thrown for you started. The problem was, he couldn't get in that easy. He needed the password and he definitely didn't know it. He huffed in frustration, hoping to find a solution as quickly as possible until it occurred to him that he might wait for a student and ask them to let him in on a fleeting visit.

But the problem was that it seemed that neither student wanted to enter or that everyone was already in the building. He dropped to the side of the door, desperately waiting for someone to show up until minutes (many minutes) later a girl approached the door.

"Hey!" he said to get her attention, louder than he expected "Excuse me, but will you let me in your common room?" he asked quickly. The girl looked at him confused.

"You're from another house, why would I let you do that?"

“Hey… hmm, you're right. It turns out that my friend, Y/N, is there inside and it is very important that I talk to her. Our friendship may depend on this" he said and she thought he was just exaggerating "So if you were kind enough to let me pass I could solve this and everything happy, don't you think?" he tried to convince her, but she refused again.

“I know that according to you this is very important and all that, but… I have seen your friends and their jokes. I don't want to risk falling into one of these and everyone hates me, I don't know if you understand me."

"No! I promise you it's nothing like that. I really want to talk to her, can you give me that opportunity?" he begged her, clasping his hands in front of him.

She looked at him for a moment, pondering his sincerity, and finally spoke again.

"I can't let you pass, no matter how much I want to, but I can see if she's there and tell her you're looking for her" she murmured with a shrug. She really didn't care much what he chose, she just wanted to get rid of him.

"Yes! It would be perfect, thank you very much” he expressed, totally happy to have the opportunity for you to know that she was looking for you. The girl nodded without much encouragement and walked into her common room, leaving Sirius still a bit impatient.

He had to wait another few minutes, which seemed like forever to him, and finally he heard someone leave the building. He expected to meet you, but instead, he could see his brother Regulus in a more scruffy uniform than usual.

"What do you want Sirius?"

"Can I speak to her?" he asked, hoping his brother would be more merciful to him.

"She told me that she doesn't want to see you" he spoke "And I don't blame her, she has her reasons"

"Why? I just need to say I'm sorry, it won't take long."

"That won't be enough, Sirius," Regulus said. He was sick of having to deal with the two of you pretending you didn't realize what was going on, Sirius shit hurting you, and he acts as a go-between in all situations. "She's very upset with you."

"I know, that's why I need to talk."

"And what are you going to say? What can you tell her to fix this?" he asked him seriously “Your friends have not stopped excluding us, making fun of us, and pigeonholing us in their stupid prejudices. This was just the drop that filled the glass.

"But it is not my fault. I haven't said anything, it's them"

“And what did you do to avoid it? You were able to defend her all those times, even today. You could have said something, shut up that idiot Potter, or just remembering his birthday would have been enough. But you didn't do any of that, did you?" he said, making Sirius only sink deeper into guilt " She is upset with you, but not because of what you did or said, but because of everything you didn't stop your friends from saying.” he sentenced. Sirius didn't know what to say, with each word he only felt worse “So please, I ask you not to take away that joy that we are managing to give her. I care a lot for her and unlike you I want her to be well"

"I want that too, Reg. She's my best friend, do you think I don't want that?"

"Well, it doesn't look like it, brother” he murmured. He thought that maybe you would be upset if you realized what he was about to say, but it was necessary “Look, I think you are a little blind or an idiot if you have not realized this, but everything you do towards Y/N affects her more than what others do. I dare say that she was not even interested in spending her birthday with your friends, with me or with my colleagues. She wanted to spend it with you. She adores you and that adoration is directly proportional to the hatred she can have you if you don't fix things,” he commented. Sirius looked devastated, he was about to cry and guilt gnawed at his heart.

He walked over to Regulus and took his forearms to force him to look at him.

"Reg, please let me see her," he sobbed. He realized that he was so poisoned by his companions' contempt for the Slytherins that he didn't notice the damage he was doing to you.

He didn't know that he was in love with you. All the time he saw so normal the way he loved you, the way he blushed when he was near you, the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach, his constant desire to hug you and protect you.

Now he was doing the opposite.

"It's not my decision, Sirius," he said, shrugging "And she said she doesn't want to see you, so I suggest you respect it and leave if you don't want to finish ruining what your friends started" he expressed coldly. He was upset with his brother too, but he could forgive a couple of rude jokes because they were family after all.

"Tell her I'm sorry," he murmured. He wanted to try every last resort to let you know how sorry he was.

"I will not do that" he replied "You have to do it, if not what use would it be?" he finished and walked back into his common room.

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Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 3/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 3/8 WORD COUNT: 4,000+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of murder/crime/dying | mentions and use of drugs SPOILERS: n/a

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"Do you remember the last time I was in your car?"

The hitch immediately started with that one question. It seemed innocent enough with the way you said it in nonchalance while you let your eyes roam the ivory interior of the Lexus. The two of you were only halfway out of the highway when you asked out of the blue, ultimately pissing Nanami off.

At the reminder, his knuckles immediately turned bone white on the steering wheel, his expressions turning dark as he glanced at you, mouth set in a thin line.

He couldn't remember a darker time in his life than watching you almost die from the rear view mirror of his car as you lay shivering on the backseat, unresponsive even if he struggled to both drive, not to crash and keep you conscious. The glassy look about your blue eyes and the way your pupils had blown up to more than twice their size making him shiver. It was safe to say it scarred him for life.

It was a day like any other. He had just gotten off work after a long day at the court, a mix of sadness and elation coursing through him after winning the case for a teenage girl who was brutally murdered. He finally put the man responsible for it in jail for good. It felt good to see the relief on the faces of the grieving parents; to finally put an end to the daily misery they have to go through, having to be reminded of what has become of their daughter.

But as he was resting in his study, a damp towel draped over his tired eyes and throbbing head, his phone suddenly rang. It wasn't yet 10 o'clock in the evening so he opted to answer it, surprised when he saw your name on the screen. You never really called, and the last time you did, it didn't bode well.

"Hello?"

"Suguru..." came your hoarse voice from the other end of the line, your shallow breaths and wheezes evident in each syllable followed by the sound of faintly splashing water.

"You've reached the wrong person, sweetheart," he muttered, reminding him just how Geto was your favorite among Gojo's friends. He did not resent that, but to say he wasn't the tiniest bit jealous was a lie.

Nanami called your name several times but there was no response, just loud rustling and what seemed to be the device falling on the floor with an echo.

"I fucked up big time," you managed to choke out when you spoke again, your tone slurred, and you seemed to be having a difficult time speaking.

"Where are you?"

"I n-need you... p-please..."

"What's going on?" Nanami was already on his feet, dashing out of the study and picking up his keys, still coaxing you to respond when he heard a ding on his phone. You managed to send your location but you weren't speaking anymore.

He was not religious, probably did not believe in a higher being, but as he drove towards your location, thankfully only half a mile away to the suburbs, he found himself fervently praying for your safety.

When he finally got to the address, he found a modernistic structure, a house, and there seemed to be a party going on. He saw some familiar faces, the gallery manager from the previous exhibit of your recent collection and some art connoisseurs he recognized from the same event.

He barged into the house, being handed a champagne flute the moment he entered, everyone welcoming him but he didn't see your face among the people. He refused, asking instead where you were, sprinting up the stairs in large strides when he was told you went upstairs with some people.

Nanami pretty much kicked every door open until he finally found you in one of the upstairs bathroom. He thought his knees would give out as his heart literally stopped at the sight before him.

There, on the half-filled bathtub was you, soaked to your chest. Your white hair was matted over your forehead while the tips floated on the water. You turned your head when you heard him enter, revealing bloodshot eyes, your lips blue and you looked like you didn't have any blood left with your almost greyish pallor.

Hurriedly, he took you out of the tub, carrying you downstairs much to the curiosity of the guests. "You will be okay. Stay with me," he kept telling you.

Despite your state, you managed to smile, tears springing from your eyes. "Nanamin..." you said weakly, making his heart swell that you were at least happy to see him.

He seriously thought you were going to die, but apparently, you did not necessarily overdose on the cocaine you had taken in as he would later find out from the doctors themselves. You had a bad trip and had to be weaned off the substance for the next twenty four hours.

"Are you drug dependent?" he asked when he picked you up from the hospital, opting not to tell Gojo about the matter until he got his answers.

"You won't tell Satoru, will you?" you asked.

"That depends on your answer and whether you're telling the truth," he told you gruffly, fighting hard not to be angry seeing as how fragile you looked. He hadn't slept and he felt as if his nerves were frayed.

You shook your head. "That's the first time. I promise you it won't happen again. I know it's stupid, but I was just curious."

"Your devil-may-care attitude will kill you."

"I know."

He didn't say anything more no matter how much he wanted to scold you and beat some sense into you. He never brought it up and neither did you. That was an unspoken agreement between the two of you. It was your secret which he will carry to his grave and for the last three years since then, nothing like it happened again. You voluntarily cut your ties with the people who were in that party and since then, you had been well.

"Don't remind me," he snapped at you, keeping his eyes on the road.

You’ve reached the shop that Utahime had instructed you to go to for your fitting, but before he could kill the engine, you spoke again.

"Come to think of it, I've never properly apologized for it, and I haven't said thank you enough for saving me that day."

Nanami shot you a sharp look. "I don't want to talk about it."

You sighed and held his hand as he was taking off his seatbelt. "I don't mean to make you angry, but I am sincerely apologizing for it. I am sorry because I put you through that."

Nanami held you by the wrist instead, meeting your gaze with a cold stare. "If you are, then I hope you also realized what a selfish person you are. You're right. You put me through hell. What could I have said to your brother if you died on me that night?"

You didn't say anything, appearing contrite for the first time.

"Gojo would have lost you. Your friends would have lost you." He sighed heavily, holding your hand properly, his expressions softening at how tiny yours looked in his. "I would have lost you."

At his last statement, you nodded and chuckled quietly. "I wouldn't refute that if it saves me. Still, I wanted you to know that it was a big deal for me." You smiled at him. "But that's not all. I could have lost you, but you're still here. So, thanks." And in a surprising turn of events which left him dumbstruck, you lifted both your hands and brushed your lips on his knuckles before disembarking from the car and skipping to the couturier's shop.

His mind wandered throughout the time he was being assisted into the suit that the bride- and groom-to-be had chosen for him to wear on their wedding. He had to give Gojo props for choosing well and suiting the ensemble’s piece to his preference. But he couldn’t quite concentrate on the task at hand when the scene in the car kept playing in his mind. The back of his hand still tingled where you kissed it.

All he wanted to do was see you, but you were a room away, also being pricked and pinned. He wanted nothing but for the fitting to be over so he can be with you again, regardless if it was just for the short drive going back to Gojo manor. Your course of action and words fueled something in him he thought never existed, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to see you, hear you, smell you, touch you. He wanted you, wanted to have you for himself come Gojo or high water. He already knew that, but he never felt as strongly as he did for you than at present because he also knew, that for the first time, you were being yourself and not playing games with him.

Nanami vaguely heard the tailor say something to him, but he didn’t quite catch it, but his image on the mirror suddenly became clearer as he was interrupted from his daydream. His brows furrowed together as he assessed what the man said, but before it could drag on for too long, his cluelessness, he said, “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“Is the fit just right, Mr. Nanami?” the man asked again, expert eyes scanning over his figure.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Nanami stated hurriedly. He couldn’t care less about the suit, but it was already great. He didn’t see any reason to prolong the appointment. “Can I get changed now?”

“Certainly, sir,” the tailor said. “I will leave you to get dressed.”

He just nodded and carefully shed the suit off before changing back into his clothes, meticulously folding the sleeves of his shirt before he set out in search of you. He knocked on the door he was directed to, hearing music playing on the other side of the door along with some voices, one of which was yours.

The door opened and his eyes immediately met those cool blue ones through the mirror. You had your arms spread out to the sides as three women worked around you. “Done already?”

Nanami felt heat creeping up his neck as he averted his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were far from finished.”

“Oh, shush. I need your opinion.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Like I know anything about this.” At odds to his words, he sat down.

“Your boyfriend is handsome,” the couturier commented with a flirtatious giggle as he sized Nanami up.

“I –”

He was about to protest when you cut him short and said, “Isn’t he?”

“That coming from the person who said she didn’t feel like drawing my face,” he said, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, baby. I can’t draw your face if its saves me.” You flashed him a seductive smile. “You’re too perfect.” You winked at him through the mirror while he just sat down and shook his head in amusement, picking up a magazine but not really reading through it. He just watched as you were directed like a doll to pose whichever way the stylist wanted and he could have sworn he has seen nothing more beautiful.

“Just another pin right here,” the couturier said flamboyantly, fastening this and that around your sides, “…and we’re done!” He clapped his hands, standing back as he admired his handiwork. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s fine,” you said, tilting your head to the side.

“Hmm,” Nanami butted in, closing the distance between him and you. He came closer behind you, silently ordering everyone else out of the room with a succinct jerk of his head before he stood there, eyes on your bare back. He placed both hands on either of your shoulders, towering over you.

You quietly observed what he was doing from the mirror, your expressions unchanging even when he traced your spine with his finger. His lips curled at the corners ever so slightly when you slightly jerked forward when he reached the small of your back, relishing the smoothness of your skin against his calloused digit. He lingered there, drawing circles as he met your gaze on your reflection.

“Isn’t this too low?” he asked, his breath hitting the shell of your right ear. “You’re attending a wedding anyway.”

“Oh?” You twirled around so that your back was to the mirror, while you looked over your shoulder to check what he was saying. The plunging style of the dusty rose gown dipped all the way to your waist. “You think so?” You looked up at him, noticing how his face was just inches away from you. “I think it’s okay.”

“Okay for everyone to see?”

At that, you smiled smugly at him. “And you don’t like that, do you, Nanamin?” you asked sultrily.

“I am your boyfriend after all,” he teased. “While I’d like to brag about you, it wouldn’t sit right with me to know everyone’s seeing what’s supposedly only for my eyes, now would it?”

“I never took you for the jealous – whoa!”

Without preamble, he wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close so that you were flush against his chest, a devious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn’t even concealing his enjoyment anymore. He liked having you close like that, your intoxicating scent dominating his senses.

“Why did you say that to the stylist?” he asked, leaning closer and reveling at the fact that you were caught off guard, eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s easier to just say so than explain, isn’t it?” You leveled your bearing with his. “You didn’t do anything to disagree either.”

“First, you kiss me in front of your brother, flirt with me like it’s normal and say things like that. What are you playing at?”

“Is this one of your games?” you asked, returning his question to you the previous day. You reached up and cupped the side of his face, eyes lingering on his mouth. “Cause I’ll play, Kento.”

He has never quite thought of his name before, whether he liked it or not. It was given to him and he couldn't imagine being called anything else. But he has never liked the sound of it as much as he did when it was rolling out of your tongue. It brought out a strange feeling, spurring him on to give in to his desires instead of holding them back like he usually does with you.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Fuck everything, he thought, dipping his head lower to close the distance between the two of you until he was touching your lips. A quiet gasp left your mouth when he pressed his lips onto yours in an experimental touch, gentle as a zephyr. Your ocean eyes stared at him, taken aback when he pulled away but the dazed look you had was the same one that drew him back to you, landing pecks several times, each one lingering longer than the last.

"Are you teasing me, Nanamin?" you breathed out softly, the laughter in your voice dying out when he captured your lips, this time shutting you up for a good while, coaxing you to respond to his ministrations. He knew he won over you when he felt your fingers grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, your chest rising and falling against his in shallow breaths, making his heart thrum wildly.

His senses were already heightened whenever you were in the same breathing space as he was, but it was always a different story when you were touching him. Hyper aware. There wasn't a better word that would describe how he felt at that moment. He seemed to see everything he wouldn't usually notice; hear his heart thrumming over every other thought in his brain; almost touch the tension in the air and feel that intense heat blooming from his chest outwards.

But at the same time, nothing mattered but the person in front of him, kissing him and making him feel all sorts of ways. He was a gonner and he knew it but he didn't want to fight it either.

You moaned into the kiss when he gently darted his tongue into your mouth, seducing yours in a fiery dance that united your breaths. His hands made their way up your shoulders, the feel of your soft skin awakening carnal thoughts, making him think of nothing but ways to own you, mark you until he was satisfied. He cupped your face in his large hands, holding you in place, unable to get enough of your taste and the sensations you gave him. They made him crave like a man starved and deprived and he wants to take, take, take.

By the time he pulled away, he was a panting mess, eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, willing himself to calm down. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips the moment he opened his eyes to find you flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. But that was short-lived when he heard a clinking sound on the side of his head and a wicked grin stretched over your mouth. When he followed the sound, he saw the keys to his car dangling on your fingers.

"What –"

You took a step back when he tried to reach for it, effectively holding it away from him. "Prestidigitation," you declared, sounding victorious. "I'm driving. No arguments."

Nanami sighed, his senses still fuzzy from your kiss and the sight of you whirling around in chiffon and taffeta. He just gave in to his affections for you in hopes of coming out the victor, but you still played him in his own game. "Fine. You win."

You stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek, stepping off to the side to ring the bell for the shop staff. "I promise not to crash your car."

**

Nanami sat on the passenger side of the car, glancing at the fair-haired villain who stole his car keys, currently driving him to some surprise place of your choosing. He had protested when he noticed how you were going to the opposite way from the manor, taking the highway that led well away from the town. Thrice, he told you to turn back and for every reason he cited, you had a counterattack, not necessarily valid but enough grounds for you to get your way.

"I need to read through the case file and take down notes to make up for the time I'm missing at the firm," came his first excuse but you effectively shot that down by pointing at his briefcase neatly tucked at the backseat.

"Yeah, cause as anal as you are about your job, you don't keep spare copies in your car in cases of emergency."

He jerked on his seat at your comment. "Hey, I'm not anal about my job! I'm just being prudent."

You laughed at the way his voice was raised than usual. "No need to get defensive. Besides, Your initial hearing isn't going to be in two months and by the looks of it, you have everything almost done."

"How did you –"

"I saw them the first day you arrived." Shrugging, it was your turn to shoot him with an annoyed gaze. "You keep forgetting that I have photographic memory. I'm cursed to remember everything."

Truth was, he seemed to be forgetting whose sister you were, letting his guard down and kissing you the way he did. He knew he could have done more if he completely let go of his reins. You were just too tempting, too beautiful and brimming life and infinite galaxies in your eyes which devoured him and made him lose of all sense of time, space and just sense in general.

"Satoru will be looking for you," Nanami attempted for the second time which only earned him an imperious look from you. You said everything in that single action: one, that you didn't care and two, that he was behaving ludicrously.

For the final time, he tried to appeal with something which you would actually give a damn about. "Don't you want to spend time with your friends?"

"Seriously, Nanamin, they're the least of your problems. We're going camping tonight. Besides, they know –" You deliberately stopped talking, your ears turning red, evidently flustered.

"They know what?" he prompted, leaning forward to have a better look at your face to assess your mood.

But then you said, "You're distracting me."

"And you're being evasive."

"If you don't want to spend time with me, just say so." In an abrupt swerve which made his life flash before his eyes, you pulled over to the side of the road, letting go of the steering wheel after you killed the engine. "Drive us home then."

You motioned to remove your seat belt, but Nanami stopped you, shaking his head. Why anything never went right when he was dealing with you was beyond him. "That's not it at all."

"Then what?" you snapped.

Damn, he thought. If the two of you were already fighting the way you are at present, he couldn't imagine how things would be once you were in an actual relationship. Then again, maybe it was the confusion as to what was happening that was causing the unwarranted tension between you two.

He sighed. "You're just too erratic. I can't keep up."

"And you're too fucking vanilla!" you growled.

Nanami was appalled that you would say that same comment in such a way. Leveling his ire with yours, he spat, "That's rich coming from you. Didn't you date that Kamo kid?"

You were stunned at his citation of your former relationship, even more so at his childish attempt at spiting you. It was so atypical of him. "You..." You jabbed a finger at him, about to spit fire when you realized that he cared enough to notice. Your brows knit together. "How did you know about that?"

"You think I wouldn't notice that he's been following you around like a lovestruck puppy during last year's autumn festival?" Nanami scoffed, sneering. "A person like you with someone more boring than the vanilla you claim that I am?"

He was being petty, he knew it, too. The look on your face as you just ogled him in stunned silence says it all. It was as if you never expected him to ever retort the way he did. It was really unusual if he would say so himself since he never really indulged you enough to actually argue with you the way the two of you were doing at the moment.

Out of the blue, you burst out in a fit of giggles, the corners of your eyes watering. "Come to think of it, he acts more like an old man than you do..."

"You dare call me an old man?" He knew your argument was over, but he couldn't help but say it. There was an out of place sense of satisfaction that engaging you in a word joust gave him no matter how unintelligent and shallow it was about.

When you finally calmed down, you said, "I want you to have fun and have a sense of adventure for once. I swear I won't throw your dead body to the ocean."

His left eye twitched at your sentiment. "Well, if you put it that way..."

"Just say yes to me for once."

"I always say yes to you if you haven't noticed by now."

You snickered, starting the engine. "I want you to say yes to me now."

Nanami felt something tug at his chest. "Yes."

"Good." You leaned over and poked him on the cheek.

Nanami sat there, rolling down the window as you drove, letting lose and enjoying the scenery the car passed by on the way to the sea. For the first time in a long time, his face ached from smiling too much, unable to help it.

He knew it and he didn't care if he was doomed. He was in love with you, always have been and always will.

-end of part 3-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210716]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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songs that make me think of vampy and why

this is for drea and leyla ONLY thank u

daylight- taylor swift "i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you" bc vampy loves her so much he only wants her 😔 midnight love- girl in red "I know I'm the last one you try to call but I always give in to give you it all" "your silver is my gold" bc miss chiropractor treated him terribly but he loved her with everything and would have gone back to her no matter what watch you sleep- girl in red this one is obvious: bc vampy watches bloodbag sleep :) also "the scar on your spine, you fell off a roof when you were nine" is all appreciating the tiny details about someone and that is definitely something vampy would do :( paper rings: taylor swift "i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this" line without a hook- ricky montgomery "oh baby i am a wreck when i'm without you" bc vampy loves bloodbag so much he just wants to be with her always 😔 dead girl in the pool- girl in red this one is kinda weird but i feel like bloodbag is gonna die at some point and then vampy will just be like "theres a dead girl in the pool (or wherever her corpse is laying slfjskldfjkldsj) i don't know what to do" and then he's gonna make this face

bad habits- ed sheeran bc he was just slutting around before he met bloodbag demons- imagine dragons dont make fun of me for this I KNOW but fr it's vampy renegade- taylor swift "you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody" he needs bloodbag 😔 starting line- luke hemmings i can't really explain this one but it's like how you always talk about how his happiness is overshadowed by the fact that he's a monster or whatever million dollar bills - lorde "theres nothing i want but money and time" and vampy has literally all the money and time :) solar power- lorde this is harrys hot girl anthem idk happiness- taylor swift "there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" this is him reminiscing on miss chiropractor i wanna get better-bleachers "i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face" "I didn't know i was broken til i wanted to change" come on 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 good 4 u - olivia rodrigo this is his fuck u song for miss chiropractor my tears ricochet- taylor swift "if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake" it's ironic innit 😌 what a feeling- one direction "what a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms" please 😔 "everybody needs someone around" 😔😔😔 "but i can't hold you too close now" bc he has severe attachment and commitment issues :) all you had to do was stay- taylor swift "had me in the palm of your hand, then, why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in" omg miss chiropractor really hurt him 😔 king of my heart- taylor swift "and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for" bloodbag @ vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 cruel summer- taylor swift "I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard" bc he knows getting close to bloodbag will ultimately only lead to pain for everyone involved "i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" bc he can't tell bloodbag everything about him even tho he probably wants to :( thank u next- arianna grande this is weird BUT if miss chiropractor hadn't fucked him up so much he never would have met bloodbag tear in my heart- 21 pilots again don't make fun of me for this I HAVE AN EXPLANATION "you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time but that's okay i'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine" if bloodbag fell asleep in his car he would definitely do this :( shape of you-ed sheeran "now my bedsheets smell like you" his room probably smells like honey and lavender all the time now and he's probably foaming at the mouth constantly cowboy in LA "let's skip the club, lets skip the crowd, i wanna take you on a date" bc they both hate clubs!!!!! "I'll hold your hand I'll hold the door bc that's how i was raised" he's a gentleman 😔😔😔😔 & burn- billie eilish "i'll sit and watch your car burn with the fire that you started in me, but you never came back to ask it out" idk for some reason this has vampy and miss chiropractor vibes take me to church- hozier religious trauma babes 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼 speechless- dan+shay "i'm speechless, staring at you standing there in that dress" love 😔 yours- russel dickerson "i came to life when i first kissed you, the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than i was before, thank god i'm yours" SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHAKING tolerate it- taylor swift "i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it" MISS ******** DIDN"T APPRECIATE OR CELEBRATE HIS LOVE MIA- anarbor "thinking about my life and everything i did wrong along the way"😔 lay low- josh turner for when bloodbag and vampy go to a cabin in the woods for a week and just love each other 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 who can save me now- anarbor "you stabbed me in the back" this one is pretty literal LSKFJLKSJFLKDSJ "you could have at least been kind enough to let me turn around" ouch 😔 dopamine- anarbor "i'm hooked on your dopamine" vampy and bloodbag ugh lie to me- 5sos this give me vampy and ******** vibes "i wish we never met, cause you're too hard to forget" "while i'm cleaning up your mess i know he's taking

off your dress" bc she probably cheated on him while they were together 😔 and he would have stayed with her if she told him she loved him, even if he knew it was a lie 😔 cotton candy- yungblud it's just a happy song with good vibes like bloodbag and vampy currently have :) small talk- niall horan i don't even have to say anything here pillowtalk- zayn "so we'll piss off the neighbors" chappy 9 vibes dancing with our hands tied- taylor swift "i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" vampy rn 😔 once in a lifetime- one direction vampy will live a million lifetimes but he will only ever have one bloodbag 😔 holy ground- taylor swift "tonight i'm gonna dance for all that we've been through but I don't wanna dance if i'm not dancing with you" they've come so far omg 😔 since we're alone- niall horan "you can show me your heart, if you put it all in my hands no i swear no i won't break it apart" crying if i could fly- one direction "for your eyes only i'll show you my heart" rollercoaster- bleachers again i can't explain it but it makes me think of him 😔 so long- niall horan "so if we knew all along why did it take so long" good question bestie current location- LANY "i need your current location to be my current location" they're idiots in love and want to be together all the time 😔 why dont we go there- one direction "hey i don't want you to be the one that got away i wanna get addicted to you you're rushing through my mind i wanna feel the high i wanna be addicted" well hes already addicted to her blood so might as well like you lots- LANY bc they both have issues and can't say love lmao too much to ask- niall horan vampy though wanting love was too much to ask of miss chiropractor 😔 walking in the wind- one direction this one just has his vibes man 😔 heartbeat- carrie underwood "dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat" bc vampy is obsessed with listening to bloodbag's heart (fan behavior if you ask me) idfc- blackbear this is vampy and ******** bc "tell me that you love me even if it's fake" city of angels- 24kgoldn "i sold my soul to the devil for designer" yes this made me laugh the woods- olivver the kid "waking up in the middle of the woods" "don't you wanna get out of here, out of the woods" flashback to when he was dead in the woods oop "you brought me down to the river, and you pushed me in, hoping that the white rapids would challenge my ability to swim" bc... she's a murderer omg this verse is talking about leaves and i'm freaking out it fits 100% this is crazy "You pick up two handfuls You tell me they're all dried up & dead You know that's nothing like us We'll live forever instead" just a little bit of your heart- ariana grande vampy bc he loves so deeply and completely that he will give all of himself to someone even if they won't do the same my strange addiction- billie eilish bc he is addicted to her blood :) cross your mind- niall horan this is vampy and ******** "love the way you hurt me and it doesn't even cross your mind" "leaving me in pieces (literally lmao) but i swear it's worth it every time" everywhere- niall horan that scene where vampy smelled some perfume or soap or something and it made him think of bloodbag 😔 everything makes him think of her now 😔 "swear it's hard to think it's hard to breathe when you're in the air" put a little love on me- niall horan "you're the only one i need" 😔 bend the rules- niall horan VAMPY AND ******** ALL THE WAY "i'm not saying that you're lying but you're leaving out the truth" heartbreak weather- niall horan "all of my life i've been sleepwalk living, running around the same bars i've been in, it can be so lonely in this city, but it feels different when you're with me" bloodbag and vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 mr loverman- ricky montgomery "i miss my lover man" vampy is probably dramatic like this all the time now that they're official 😔 bad blood- taylor swift again, just for the irony 😌 vapor- 5sos "i want to breathe you in like a vapor i want to be the one you remember i want to feel

your love like the weather all over me" they're so in love like this 😔 catch fire- 5sos "all my life i've been waiting for moments to come" he's been waiting for bloodbag his entire life 😔 beside you-5sos "i wish i was beside you" they want to be together all the time 😔 black and white- niall horan "that first night i was standing at your door fumbling for your keys then i kissed you" ARE YOU KIDDING ME not in the same way- 5sos this is vampy and ******** just bc they were so toxic lkfjskldfjsdlkjf lonely heart-5sos "and i haven't slept in days" lmao ghost of you-5sos "my feet dont dance like they did with you" thinking about when vampy danced for bloodbag and what if they break up 👁️👁️ why wont you love me- 5sos vampy at ******** 😔 he just wanted to be loved 😔😔😔😔😔 fool's gold- one direction "i let you use me from the day that we first met" "i know your love's not real, but that's not the way it feels" STOP IM SAD last first kiss- one direction "let me be your last first kiss" i want them to be together forever 😔 truly madly deeply- one direction "foolishly completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in" bloodbag really snuck into his heart huh 😔 fireproof -one direction "nobody saves me baby the way you do" ugh 😔 long story short-taylor swift "clung to the nearest lips long story short it was the wrong guy" (or in vampy's case the wrong vampire) gold rush-taylor swift "and the coastal town we run around has never seen a love as pure as it" bloodbag and vampy are all i want 😔 no judgement- niall horan bc vampy would never judge bloodbag 😔 daddy issues- the neighborhood again im not even gonna say anything here new angel- niall horan "the touch of someone else to save me from myself" this is vampy 😔 god is a woman- ariana grande vampy after he brought bloodbag home the first time something like this- the chainsmokers "just something i can turn to, somebody i can kiss" ALL VAMPY WANTS IS LOVE sweater weather- the neighborhood idk this song makes me think of him all of me- john legend "all of me loves all of you all your curves and all your edges all your perfect imperfections" KSFLKSDJFKLDJSFLJSDKLFJDSKL i like me better- lauv "i like me better when i'm with you" she makes him a better person 😔 sex- eden "oh no, i think i'm catching feelings" vampy when bloodbag went on a date with someone else half a heart- one direction bc bloodbag completes him 😔 theyre so disgusting 😔 only angel- harry styles "turns out she's a devil in between the sheets" woman- harry styles vampy when she was on a date with someone else bc hes a jealous moron temporary fix- one direction this has chappy 1-2 vibes a.m.-one direction when they first started falling in love and he wanted to be with her more often 😔 something great- one direction "i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i don't have to keep imagining" through the dark- one direction just all of this song 😔 happily- one direction "you know i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep i just want it to be you and i forever" 😔 electric love- borns "i can't let you go now that i got it" canyon moon- harry styles they're just happy like this rn 😔 sunflower vol. 6- harry styles "kiss in the kitchen like it's a dancefloor" "mouth full of toothpaste" when they brushed their teeth together 😔 adore you- harry styles obviously

[stargaze-issei]

— "𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" (𝐤. 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; kirishima is your best friend, who you had absolutely fell for. does he like you back? or is he too oblivious to even notice?

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff, angst if u squint.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.7k

when you got into u.a., last thing you hoped was to actually make friends, you expected for a remastered version of middle school, where no one would hang out for several reasons that you couldn't quite understand. so when you arrived at the classroom on your very first day, you almost pass out at so many people talking to you at the same time, wanting to know your name, your age, your quirk, everything they could. overwhelmed from the attention, you shyly answered your name before seating in the first empty spot you saw. a few minutes later, your new homeroom teacher, aizawa shouta, the eraser hero,  appeared. 

"hey, y/n, right?" said the person next to you, low enough to not distract aizawa sensei "i'm sorry for what happened earlier, we're way too excited" his voice and his whole self made you feel comfortable, he irradiated warmness "i'm kirishima, by the way". 

little did you know, that was the first time you spoke with who would be your best friends a few months from now. kirishima just made himself loved by everyone, even bakugou, earning a place in every friend group in the class. he always asked you to have lunch with him and his friends, and somehow you, the most quiet person in class a, ended up being part of the bakusquad. it was one time, hanging out with mina, that it hit you.

"wait, he dyes his hair?" the alien queen had been telling you stories from middle school kirishima, and she swore you never seemed as focused as you were right now, trying to mesmerize every word she said.

"what? you thought he had matching eye color and hair?" both laughed, besides eijirou, mina was the closer thing to a sister you could have. "so, since when?" her question was totally out of nowhere, making no sense in your head.

"since when what?" 

"oh don't act all innocent on me, you like kirishima" in less than a second, your face heated, your hands started to sweat and you bit your inner cheek. you haven't actually liked anyone since... ever, of course you didn't like him, how could you? you met a few weeks ago, it was impossible, even with his pretty red eyes that gave you confidence with just one look, or his soft cheeks that you wished to grab between your hands, or his hair, so soft when he didn't had all those layers of gel, or–

"i like kirishima" you said, more to yourself than anyone "oh my god, i like kirishima" mina, who had witnessed your whole realization just now, combusted on laugh once again. 

"congrats, you are officially the last one to know" she talked between laughs. your eyes opened wide when a thought struck your mind.

"does he know too!?" with that, mina started to shed tears of laughter, enjoying way too much your not-so-inner struggle.

"if there's anyone more oblivious than you, it's him. there's nothing to worry about".

after that, you started to continuously talk to her about your obvious crush on the red hair, and she would listen, thinking about how could he be your best friend if you didn't tell him something that big. mina thought you two would make a wonderful couple, he took you out of your comfort zone and help with your lack of confidence, and you... he just seemed way happier when you were by his side. if only one of you realized, things would've been easier.

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the dorms had already been settled, after continuous attacks against your own class, it did help you feel safer. you liked the dorms, you could be with your friends as long as you wanted, have sleep overs with the girls, idiotic competitions with the boys, but the best part was him, being able to see him all day, every day. you thought kirishima was perfect as he was, not just his personality, his looks were amazing too. you proved yourself wrong the first time you saw him with his hair down. mina had to practically catch you from passing out, it was just too much of a shock. if you thought he was pretty before, now he had surpassed all your expectations, but after a few days of getting used to it, you could safely say that your heart didn't race that much anymore. 

you were in your room when he came in, asking yo to help him cook. how could you say no when he had the biggest puppy eyes in history?, so you were making him some pancakes for dinner. your phone rested in the counter, in front of him, who animated spoke about his new training equipment. your phone vibrated, indicating that a someone texted you. kirishima checked without even asking, not that you minded because... it was him, you told him almost everything.

"mina says 'where are you? i need you to braid my hair please!! you can talk about your boyfriend'. i didn't know you had a boyfriend" he read the text out loud, his voice wasn't bright as usual and his eyes never left your phone, maybe looking for an explanation to what he had read. his mood decreased noticeably, but you thought it was because you kept a secret from him.

"no! no, that's not– i don't, i swear" you were really struggling, between keeping the pancakes from burning and explaining the whole situation without actually confessing.

"it's okay, i just thought that we– nevermind, it's fine" his face was inscrutable, maybe he was sad? angry? annoyed?, the uncertainty was killing you "you can go, mina needs you, i'll finish here"

"but you said you didn't know how" his whole persona towards you had change, he wasn't your usual sweet friend, if anything, it seemed he wanted you out of his sight as fast as possible. 

"of course i know how to do pancakes, y/n, i'm not dumb" that was the last hit. despite the tears in your eyes, you smiled at him. if he wanted you gone, there wasn't anymore you could do. 

you washed your hands before going into mina's room and finally let everything out. your friend, even though surprised, hugged you, comforting with her unspoken kindness. you stayed there until no more tears came out, she stroking your hair. even when you stopped crying, mina held you in her arms, saying that she'd hug the sadness out of you. when you where completely sure you wouldn't cry anymore, you told her everything that happened and had to stop her from going and kick his manly ass. 

"stay here tonight, please?" she asked you, both because she was worried of you spending the night alone, and for giving you some more comfort cuddles. you said yes without giving it second thoughts. 

hours went by, and you were in the fifth dreamed, so mina took it as her sign to leave. when she reached her destiny, after knocking on the door, a sleepy kirishima appeared. 

"i love y/n, she's an awesome person. and i feel really fond of you too, but if she ever cries like she did today again because of you, i'll make sure she never even look at you anymore, got it?" to say he was confused was an understatement, why was mina so angry at him? did he made you cry? dude, he was the one who should be crying. you had a boyfriend, after giving him all the signs needed, you were with someone else, and somehow he was the bad guy?.

"look, i–" 

"she likes you! you, it's you, you are that boyfriend i was talking about, you dumb!" right now nothing made sense to kirishima "i did what i had to do, you'll see what you do now" and with that, mina went back to her room, where you still slept. 

you liked him? so his assumptions were right, then? what if mina was wrong and you didn't like him in that  way? he had so many questions in his mind, and not a single answer.

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for the whole day, you avoided kirishima, despite the urge of talking to him, or looking at him in class. you really were hurt by how he treated you, but in time, you would get over him. it still sucked that the first person you actually liked had done that to you, but as mina said last night, you didn't need a man to be happy, and to have him as a friend was enough for you, of course, once you didn't want to cry at his sight. he had tried to reach to you, but the curly girl had stopped every move he made, being carefully enough to not disturb you. until eijirou had it. 

he was sure of one thing, he liked you so much, and he needed to know if you actually felt the same way. kirishima had no room in his mind for doubts. despite of his efforts to get to you, mina had been in his way. he understood, though, she was trying to protect you because that's what friends do. he would probably do worse if anyone else made you cry. at lunch, his patience was running out. screw it, he though. 

"y/n!" his voice came to your ears from behind, why was he screaming in the middle of the cafeteria? oh. his built up figure was standing on a table, and was smashing two lunch trays together to get everyone's attention. "you are the best friend i could ever ask for, and you are beautiful, and funny, and smart, and always there when i need you, and i could stay here talking about you for hours but i guess that what i'm trying to say is... i like you, i like you, i like you. i was an idiot, i'm so sorry, but i really like you! please, go out with me!" while he talked, he started to walk closer to you. your heart was beating harder than ever, like in any moment, it would explode. you whole body shaking, and your mind blank, only wondering if this was actually happening. when kirishima got close enough, he cupped your face in his warm hands, staring lovely at your eyes. "go out with me, please" his lip curved in a pout, what made you melt in place.

"of course i'll go out with you" you whispered, a little uncomfortable because of the staring. he leaned a bit before crashing his lips against your, and the cafeteria launched in claps and shouting. you were just to astonished. eijirou's lips felt so good.