#uhh....bad at being cooped up

[meliciousmel13]

̗̀➛ boring.

i, want kiss you till my lips bleed, until i turn to bones.

warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), also mentions of cannibalism?? but it's just an extreme way of saying how much you love someone.

wc: 3,607

SYNOPSIS: uhh, best friends?? maybe?? where 1 time you her she doesn't kiss back. 2nd time she kisses you YOU don't kiss back. theres a 3rd but i think i'll spoil.

taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt

an: IM SO SORRY for this kinda taking a whole ass week, but on friday i got such a fucking writers block, also i got a little burnt out cause i was writing a little over 500+ words a day, and that might not sound like a lot but with the shit i do everyday its A LOT. can't promise this won't happen again tho cause it probably will 😛 ALSO!! at the end it might suck cause i was in a rush to finish this, and also, it gets a little poetic at the end ngl idk what came over me

you didn’t know when it started. or when the obsession even started. you met at the met gala, being introduced by one of your close friends, she got your number, and sent you a text. by then you were attached by the hip. she wouldn’t leave your side. you didn’t want her to.

you didn’t know if you were best friends, but it’s been months and the stares in a crowded room made you think. what were you? you hang out all the time, you sleep in the same hotel bed and she hugs you from behind when sleeping. she was confusing. so confusing you didn’t know if she wanted you or just wanted to be friends.

you were at a diner now. with billie and 5 other of your friends, they were talking about anything and you were staying silent, laughing at whatever your found funny and sipping your strawberry milkshake that you didn’t pay for. somehow you always forgot your wallet. it was a scheme so billie would always pay for your shit. she got used to it though. sometimes you’d feel bad and buy her a flower or something.

billie was sitting across from you, occasionally adding to the story and laughing, loudly. you examine her eyes, lips, hair, clothes, just about everything. you weren’t deep in thought she just looked perfect in that moment. she saw you staring, and smiled. you felt your cheeks flush but you smile back, looking away and finishing your drink.

“can you buy me another?” you lean over the table, flashing you famous, ‘please please please let me get what i want’ smile, and knowing she was going to buy it for you even if you tried to deny it.

billie nodded, scooting over your friends and walking over to the counter with the singular staff and getting the milkshake, sliding it over the table to you and quickly walking—half jogging to the bathroom.

“so, you and billie,” everyone’s eyes were on you and you felt uncomfortable because no ones paid that much attention to you since you walked in the diner, “what are you?” zoe asked.

you shrug, “don’t know.” you answer, hoping that they would go back to talking to each other and leave you out of it.

“what do you mean ‘don’t know’ we know you guys are doing something.”

“we’re not.” you said, crossing your arms defensively, you desperately wanted to be ‘doing something’ with billie but you never made the first move. probably why your still single. too cooped up at home and too shy to make any resemblance of a love life.

“really?” she raised her eyebrows, as if she thinks your lying, “look in my eyes and tell me your guys aren’t fucking.” you let out a audible laugh at that, realizing she was serious.

“we aren’t fucking.” you lean over the table, and look in her eyes.

billie came back from the bathroom, and everyone pretended as if they never had that conversation. you sigh, and lean back on your chair, sipping your milkshake and putting it back down, realizing you also needed to go to the bathroom probably because of your 2 previous milkshakes. that was your third.

you get out of your seat and walk to the bathroom, wearing your usual sweats and one of billies oversized shirts. the bathroom was clean enough so entered a stall, did your business and got out. while you were washing your hands you heard the door open, seeing billie.

“hey.” she walked towards you.

“hi.” you answer, smiling awkwardly, walking towards the exit until billie stopped you, “what?” you asked, wondering why she stopped you.

“you seemed upset so i wanted to check up on you,” sweet. “did my friends make you uncomfortable or something? i can talk to them.” she said, leaning on the counter.

“no it’s fine, they didn’t do anything.” you shake your head, and she hugs you, mumbling ‘just wanted to make sure’ into your neck, and you thought she could hear your heart beating like a drum against your rib cage.

she pulled away and you couldn’t help but look in her eyes. they looked beautiful. she was beautiful. you felt your feet stumble, and briefly held her shoulders for balance. you were cautious of your proximity and breathe deeply. tilting your head and glancing at her lips. you were close. so close your could feel her breath on your face, the next thing you knew you were brave enough to kiss her.

you kissed her.

and she didn’t kiss back. one of her friends opened the door and you pushed her away, now she was the one stumbling.

“heyy, we’re leaving now, you guys have like 3 minutes before we leave.”

the ride back was normal, as normal as i-just-kissed-my-best friend-and-she-didn’t-kiss-me-back. fairly normal. billie was still touchy, hand on our thigh and your head on her shoulder. you were overthinking. completely. a whole bunch of, why didn’t i ask if i could kiss her before actually fucking kissing her. and, maybe i was too quick and that’s why she didn’t kiss back. complete bullshit, trying to make sense of whatever that was.

they dropped you off and billie took your hand before you got out the car, “should i sleep over?” she asked, and you shook your head, sleeping in the same bed as her after kissing her was awkward.

“no, i’m okay.” you answer and you saw her question you with her face, “billie, i’ll be fine, seriously.” she nodded, briefly hugging you and letting go of your hand.

you should’ve said yes. you weren’t fine. or okay. she was acting so normal about it, it consumed your mind. thoughts of your kiss. you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, and deciding that trying to sleep was useless and stupid.

so you watch TV all night long, binge watching a whole season of a show you couldn’t remember and trying to get your mind off of someone you see nearly everyday. you couldn’t wait to see her. and also wanted to run away. maybe if you just looked at her from afar it would be nice. but she was too nice. she invited you to hang out with her friends again the next day.

you were at a bar now. blue and red LED lights surrounded the place and there were at least 20 security guards around the bar. no one really recognized you so you never needed any people protecting you. but with billie, it was different.

it wasn’t loud, but loud enough that you kinda had to shout to hear people talking. billie was sitting beside you, talking to one of her friends, you hated going out. but billie forced you, saying “you can’t make more friends if your always at home” she was right, but still.

her friend looked at you and you tried to not draw attention to yourself, like a tiny pebble by the side of a road, she notices you though, even with your struggles to breathe as quietly as possible. you didn’t like being around people.

“—are you?”

“huh?” you question.

“how are you?” her friend asks again.

“i’m good.” you reply.

“that’s good.” she smiled.

“and you?”

“hm?” she turned back to you, not hearing what you said.

“i mean—how are you?”

“i’m good too.” she said, and you hummed. thats the longest you could hold a conversation. you don’t understand why billie hangs out with you. you were boring.

“billie.” you pat her arm, she turns to look at you, you could tell she was drunk by the way she looked at you. realizing that you had to take of her for once, “hey, we’re gonna go.” you said to her friend, not wanting to go without saying goodbye.

her friend was nice, but you didn’t know her name. too shy to ask, trying to overhear some say her name but no one did. she was sort of like you, except she had more than 3 friends.

“i don’t want to go.” billie murmured, gazing at you with bedroom eyes. she’s drunk. you remind yourself.

“we have to go, billie, your drunk.”

“i don’t want to. i wanna be with you.” you sighed. tilting your head back and seeing her friend give you a sympathetic smile.

“billie, please—”

“why are you ignoring me?” she asked, and you felt your throat tighten up. she’s drunk.

“i’m not.”

“but you are,” yes. “your ignoring me cause you kissed me,” she’s talking.“because you can’t handle being seen. you don’t like talking about your feelings—you don’t like explaining, you hate communicating. fucking hate it. how do i know? cause i know you—”

She was dragging her thumb across your lip now and you looked at her, “You’re not sober so your not allowed to touch me.” you said and moved her arm away. trying to ignore her words. the truth.

“so your saying i’m allowed to touch you when i’m sober?”

“I’m only saying yes because i doubt you’ll remember much of this conversation in the morning.” you said.

“take me home.” by home she meant your home. she was slowly moving in your apartment. leaving her shirts in your empty drawer.

“where?”

“homee, don’t you know where home is? huh?” she said snarkily.

you roll your eyes and take her hand, leading her out the door, and get bombarded with flashing cameras. you forgot to go out the backdoor. sighing you wait until billie’s bodyguard opens the door for you, letting her get in first then you get in behind her.

the ride back home was quiet, billie was tired, you looked out the window and she looked at you. you felt her hand sliding back on your thigh, where it belongs.

“billie.” you warn. turning back to face her, she had a cheeky smile on her face and you were too tired to handle a half-drunk person right now.

“your boring.” she groans, leaning back on the leather chair and leaving your thighs alone, “do you have a pen?” she asked the driver. the man nods and hands her a black pen. she wrote something on her arm and then gave it back.

you couldn’t care less, going out two days in a row made you nauseous. you needed at least a 3 day break away from people before going out again. she was changing you.

the driver finally dropped billie off at her house, and he was crazy to think you would let her be and trust her enough to just hope she gets into bed, it was too dropped. so you tell him to wait a little until you’ve put drunk-billie to sleep. more then a little because she was difficult to deal with.

she stumbled into the house and you sigh, “you know, i think i’m more sober now, can i touch you now?” she asked, and you walked to her kitchen to get her a glass of water.

“not sober enough. drink this.” she groaned childishly, but still downs the glass, burping and giggling afterwards. for now, she was being cooperative. not like you’ve ever dealed with drunk-billie, usually it’s just her taking care of drunk-you. and that’s considered a skill—a little inside joke between your 3 friends. since no ones been able to calm the storm in years! (it happened 1 time.) you get angry easily when drunk, and incredibly sassy and really hard to please. so it was sort of a surprise when billie calmed you down by literally, putting her thumb in your mouth, it shut you up, at least.

“can i touch you now?” she asked again, while slipping off her shirt, tossing it on the floor and revealing her black lacy bra, it wasn’t strange, you change in front of each other all the time.

“no.” you repeated. you helped her take off her pants while she sat down on the bed, and she repeated ‘can i touch you now?’ every few minutes.

“can i touch you now? please? please.” she said after getting fully dress for bed, and you almost gave in at her pleads but continued your game of torture.

“nope.”

“what?! i’m sober, i’m so sober you can tell right?”

you ignored her and handed her the tooth brush, “you can touch me when you wake up tomorrow.”

“why should i listen to you?” she took you by the hips and you had to remind yourself, she’s drunk.

“because.. i want you to.” you struggle to make up an excuse, she’s drunk.

she scoffs, “i’m not drunk anymore so why can’t i touch you?” she whispered in your ear. you didn’t believe her, she was still slurring her speech.

her face was so close. she’s drunk. she could kiss you. she’s drunk. what if— she’s drunk.

she still attempted to kiss you and you pushed her away when she got too close, “that’s enough billie. go to bed.” you contained yourself, luckily.

she groaned, again, and plopped down onto her large kind sized bed, “but i’m so lonely in my huge bed, alone.” she emphasized.

“i’m not sleeping with you.”

“i wish.” she mumbled, “why not?”

because i don’t trust myself. you shrugged and opened her bedroom door, ready to leave her house and go back home.

“please don’t leave.”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble, closing the door behind you and leaving her house. entering the car with the driver. he already knew where you lived, considering he’s been taking you home for weeks now.

“sorry that took a while.” you smiled softly.

“s’ alright, i understand dealing with drunk people can be problematic sometimes.” he said, patting your shoulder and driving down the familiar road where you live.

it was a short 20 minute drive, jamie even let you play the songs you wanted, it was fun. he was a cool guy.

you got home safely, opening the door to your warm apartment and for once it felt too hot. you slip off your shoes and get ready for bed. all you could think about was billie. she tried to kiss you.

billie barely remembered what happened yesterday. the moment she woke up she was hit with a massive headache. it was like her head was splitting open. she had a writing on her arm, written in black pen.

“she said i can touch her when i’m sober” it wrote.

she remembered bits and pieces of what happened the night before. she got up, went to her bathroom, and cleaned up her face. taking an Advil and eating breakfast.

you woke up feeling indifferent, just did your usual routine, having routine nothing do. sure you could hang out with your friends but they had work in the early morning and your starts at 7PM.

you contemplated calling billie and telling her all about last night but you thought i was time to stay home, you were comfortable, since going out too much it made you question your life.

you heard the door ring and groaned, having finally found a comfortable position on your couch. you get up and answer the door.

it was billie. she was wearing a top and some dark gray sweats, she looked out of breath. like she ran from her car, up 2 flights of stairs and to your apartment.

“hey.” she said, panting.

“hi?” you stand confused. billie bit her lip and hugged you tightly. what the hell? “bill—”

“you said i can touch you when i’m sober.”

oh.

“you remember that?”

she shook her head and showed you the writing on her arm.

“i wanted to talk to you about something.” she slowly entered your house, closing the door behind her and sitting you down on your couch. now you were stressed. what did she want to talk about—

“um, remember when we went to that diner?” oh fuck. “in the bathroom, you uh—kissed me.” fuck. fuck. fuck.

“yeah?” you try to control your facial expressions. as if you weren’t dying on the inside. you didn’t think she would actually talk about it.

“um—” billie was also anxious, she was massaging her fingers and playing with her top, “and you know yesterday at the bar?”

you nod.

“you know what that means?”

that you like me too?

billie leaned down and kissed you. even though you were expecting it doesn’t mean you were ready. she tilted her head, and you wanted her. you wanted her to rip out your skin and see your bones and taste you, eat you, rip you apart and consume you inside and out, make you a part of her forever. have you in a way no one else ever could.

“billie.” you breathed, the burning need was there. she could taste it and hear it and see it. you almost thought, that you’ve never seen something as beautiful as her leaning down to kiss you. how her eyes turned a darker shade of blue and how her lips turned bruised and battered from kissing you dry.

“yeah?” she was kissing your neck now. sat down next to you and touched your burning skin. held you and felt you.

“billie.” you called her name like how a child would cry for his mother. like you needed needed needed her.

“hm?” she responded, tugging your shirt and you took it off. she could see you. she could see your breasts and nipples and skin and bones. and you could see how her breathing picked up and how her lips parted. she touched you, groped you felt you. as if she didn’t think you were real. like something as perfect as you, couldn’t exist.

she gulped, grabbed you by the hips and took you to your room, your bed, your sheets, your pillows, but you wanted nothing more than for her to take you. you needed to live under her skin. have her name tatted on your back.

she laid you down, kiss you neck, collarbones and lips before kissing your breasts, burying her face in them like it was what she needed to breathe. she licked and nipped and drew figure 8’s around them with her tongue.

you whimper, bucking your hips and feeling her holding you down, “may i?” she asked, and slid her finger beneath your pants. you nod, unable to speak, “words, baby.”

“yes.” you said, yes yes yes, please.

she smirked, slid them down your legs and tossed them behind her. her tatted hand pulling your panties off and moaning, “fuck, angel.” she ran her finger through your folds and you squeezed around nothing.

she spread your thighs apart, leaned down, kissed you clit and sat up again, moving next to you and lying her head on your soft pillows, putting her hands behind her head and patting her lap.

“c’mere.” she said, holding under your thighs and sitting you down. she still had her dark gray sweats on. she was still fully clothed while you were naked.

you whine and she shushes you, sliding you higher on her body causing you to sit on her pelvis and having you clit barely brush’s on her drawstring, causing you to bite your lip.

“so quiet for what huh?” she traces your bottom lip, “don’t know what to say? hm baby?” was she trying to kill you?

you pant over nothing, grinding on her like a dog in heat and she guided you back and fourth by your hips, “fuck—” you mumble.

she hummed and stopped helping you, letting you do all the work, just putting her hands behind her head and watching you grind on her.

“good girl.” she rubbed our hips and did absolutely nothing to help. all you could do was helplessly grip at her shoulders and try to get off, “can’t cum without my help?” she abruptly slid her middle finger inside you and you gasp. she pulled your hips lower on her finger and added another, “js’ like that baby.” she hummed when you started riding her fingers.

you sigh—whining when her digits hit that spongy spot inside you. bouncing on her lap like a goddamn bunny. and she looked so entranced. like she was enjoying this more than you.

“i’m gonna cum.” you whine out. you hair framing her face, she smirked, curling her fingers and you came all over her, rolling you eyes back and feeling her kissing at your neck, still pumping slowly to help you get down from your high.

billie sat up, pulling you off her lap and placing you down next to her and jogging to your bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to fill up.

“you want some water?” she handed you a water bottle and you sat up to drink it,“your stupid.” you mumble and billie laughed, carrying you to the bath and putting you down into the warm water.

“how am i stupid?”

“because you took too long to confess.” you said.

“oh and that’s my fault?”

“yes, it is.” you said, and billie shook her head, undressing and getting in the bath behind you, ignoring you childish banter and peppering kisses all over your neck, causing you to giggle.

“you wanna go somewhere tomorrow?”

[joelsbloodyhands]

MANDALORIAN IMAGINE

Din finds out you’re scared of Porgs

WARNINGS: None :) unless Porgs count! Reader is not mentioned as having any particular gender or pronouns. Established relationship with Din.

A/N: Hi! I’ve been working on a series of imagines with Din. I currently have some other stories in progress but this will be my first short one. Just something fun :) hope you like it.

After months of bounty hunting and being cooped up on the Razor Crest, Din landed the ship onto one of the Islands of Ahch-To, promising you a short retreat on lush hills and sandy beaches. You were curious as to how Din had found such a place but he vaguely responded that a certain Jedi friend had informed him of such a place, should he need to hide away with your little green bean of a foundling. Needless to say, holding Grogu in your hands and asking him politely to reveal said Jedi’s name did very little except invite some incoherent babbling while Din badgered you to gather supplies from the ship and follow him to a nearby gathering of huts.

The hut seemed quite quaint and inviting upon arrival until-

“What the kriff is that Din!?” You fall back on your ass, your palms catching your fall. Din flinching, his hands reached outward in a failed attempt of catching you, caught off guard by your reaction. “What?” He turns, looking around the hut in confusion. “That!?” You prod your finger towards the roof, the small squeaky feathered beings flapping about excitedly towards the two of you.

“Uhh…” Din sets back, his hands dropping, “you mean…the porgs?”

“What in the heck’n maker is a prog?”

“A porg,” Din corrects you, “Winged sea avian creatures. Harmless. Some may say,” he gestures his hand this way and that, “cute.”

Your head turns slowly. Distracted now completely from the squarking beasts, your amused grin and widened gaze looks to Din who watches the creatures unbeknownst to your interest. “Din Djarin,” he turns his head, cocking it at your use of his full name, “did I just hear the big bad bounty hunter use the phrase “cute?”

Din turns, evading your smirk, “I said, some may say.” You laugh, pointing at him dramatically “you are some that say.”

Din turns back to you silently, clearly not amused by your humour as you grin widely up at him before he turns and starts walking away while you scramble towards his retreating footsteps.

“I’m going back to the ship,” he speaks calmly.

You yell as you stand, flinching at the flapping beasts flying around your heads, “No! Don’t leave me with these things!” He watches you sprint past him, arms held over your head as you scramble towards the ramp, leaving Din chuckling to himself.

[ducknotinarow]

[💜🧡2k3 MikeyDon]

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”

| Muse interaction

Mikey? Yeah he was openly physically affectionate in and out of relationships. Especially compared to his brothers physical touch was just how he gave and loved to be given love. Especially when it came to Donnie. He liked when they would gently pat the top of his head, it always gave him the smallest of a rush. Of uhh serotonin? Ha yeah that's it. Seems spending time around Don was a good thing for his brain since he hung on any word that left his brothers beak.

Especially since Don had a bad habit of staying cooped up in his lab all day long if able. Why Mikey savored when Donnie would cave in to the begging and sleep in his bed with him. Was also the only times Mikey made sure his room was clean. He's not sure if there was colleration but he had a hunch that Don more perfered not having crumbs or comic books all over the bed. For someone who sleeps at thier work bench so much seemed a tad picky. But hey Mikey was willing to put up with it.

Anything for Donatello, after all. Besides, if it might getting to have his partner next to him in bed. It was a fair trade-off for a chore here and there. Mikey was slightly thinking this all over to himself as he was in the middle spot if being asleep and awake. Snoozing as his body rested but his brain was still sort of in a thinking mode. The lair seemed quite woth no one up and about. Outside klunk he could kind of tell the cat was roaming around in the room right now. Mikey turned in his sleep expecting his arm to land over Don but only met the soft plush of his mattress. Not waiting to wake up but too disappointed by the lack of Don beside him. Je finally let's skt blue eyes part.

His vision a little blurry at first it didn't take long to adjust to the darkness of his room at least but he still hummed over the fact there wasn't anyone of his left. Beak tugging down into a pout as he rub at his eyes. Helping to clear his vision once he blinked a few times. Finding his theory to be right.

"You whore!" Mikey exclaimed as he slammed his hand to the bed.

Expecting that Don had snuck out of the room to go back to the lab. Mikey rolled out his bed already grumbling over the fact he went to all the effort to make his room suitable for his partner only for Donatello to pull this on him. He looked around for a moment before snagging one of his comics off the floor to roll up. Giving his poor Spider issue 12 a kiss to ask for forgiveness the ink and paper. Before he charged out of his bed room. Oh Raphael might be the walking bad mood but Mikey was ready to show he could be just as upset. Well okay maybe not on Raph's level but he was still pretty damn steamed here. "Oh I swear I'm gonna-ahh!"

Any anger Mikey had harboring in his system at the time was quickly extinguished at the sight of another form just outside his room. He felt his heart racing at the shadowy figure. What was it foot ninja? Maybe another mutant? A fucking demon even! Look they run into a lot of shit nothing turly surpised Mikey anymore but fuck did it fuel his fears. Least he bothered to react as he swung his arm and smacked what or whoever it was with his rolled up comic. The voice that reacted was confused and slightly disoriented but familiar.

Mikey slowly peeked an eye open when he hears the sound. "Don?" Sure enough it seemed to be the very turtle he was looking for. Miking fixed his expression into clear annoyance now still minding to keep his voice low enough as he speaks up suddenly. "What the hell are you doing! Trying to take years of my life! I thought you were a fucking demon!"

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”

Mikey was not impressed if that was meant to be funny. He moved to cross his arms over the front of his plastron. Don did look like he had just woken up, though, from how he seemed to be adjusting to the dark. Offering Mikeu the soft smile of his. "Don I swear if I gotta start tying you to the damn bed I will." He threatened slightly there's a faint hint that he isn't kidding here. "I'm missing out on a soil eight hours of Don cuddles here!" Turly a crisis to Mikey, though in his little dramric remark he was voicing a need of his own her towards his brother. Sure sure Mikey knows Don can't control that he sleep walks. "Jeez even in your sleep ya can't rest? Worse when you got me to be cuddly with?" Mikeys disappointment is clear here even if he's being dramtic over the whole ordeal. Reaching over to grab at his brothers hand the other pointing a finger into thier face.

"When I say I don't want you to get what do you say dove?" Mikey waits giving Donatello a chance to answer the question. Mikey simply takes hold of thier chin to move thier lower beak. "Mikey doesn't want me to get up." He tries and mocks thier voice before smiling and moving to gently pat the side of Don's face. "Good boy." He teases a little before tugging Donnie with him and dragging him back to bed.

"Seriously though Don you got me worried." Mikey points out "bad enough you lock up in your lab where I can't give you all my love and affection mind you. Also you go days with out rest and when you do you ditch me! And walk.around the lair!! I wouldn't be surpised if you work on you sleep dude!"

Mikey went on to express his worries towards his brother it really was a worry how poorly Don took care of himself after all. Running as if he were machine himself. Mikey sighs heavily before reaching his bed where he tugs against Don again letting fall back on to his bed. Crawling on next as he moves to rest over them. "I won't tie you tonight but I'm still making you stay put got it your punishment is staying in bed till I decide I'm ready to wake up."

Clearly a very cruel punishment for Donatello. Well, considering they were a workaholic, it hinestly could be. Mikey soon let gravity do its job as he flops on top of his brother. Slightly shift around till he finds himself comfortable. Head resting against Don's plastron and arms snaking to curl around their sides. Smile tugged at the corner of his beak. As he sighs out content once again. "I don't want you to get up." He says waiting for Donnie to answer like he was told before as he. "Good boy now let me sleep. It's not as easy when not with me."

[aceyanaheim]

Okay so lilke..highlights of move in day 

We never found boxes but i found a lot of...things that function as boxes? ( hampers, bags, shoeboxes just...uh got inventive) on the plus side that means I dont have to find a dumpster ( bc no boxes to throw out)

Dad was pretty chill tho he started asking about some  old friends and i was uh “how do not tell him we more or less fell out of touch for Multiple Reasons and also lowkey some of them my ex got in the breakup” and then “how do tell parent my ex was abusive actually but i never told him” when he started asking about my ex and then i was like “oh i have headphones”

My dad: what are those?

Me wearing steampunk goggles: Goggles ( I had them on as a headband thing bc Hair and then the sun was super strong so i slid them down okay don’t look at me)

My dad:...okay

( sometimes i think i get along better with my dad because even if he doesn’t always Like my weird moments he always just..rolls with ‘em)

At one point he was grumbling about why the GPS didn’t say anything at me and I was two seconds away from goin “I dunno pop why don’t you ask it instead of snappin at me” and thankfully stopped myself. 

There’s uh...there’s a chance the way my parents treat me is uh...sometimes influenced by me being the epitome of “I have a good fucking heart But This Mouth” but...anyways.

My room mates are nice enough. I unpacked everything. One of them was like “hey you want food i made a lot” which was nice because i uh...i grabbed like a box of instant oatmeal and some noodles before leavin and Coffee ( because priorities) yknow like a dumbass i never once called myself a good adult listen. 

Indi cried for 40 minutes straight when i tried leaving her alone so like. I need to figure out how to speedrun crate training her, or failing that i need to figure out how to pay for a dog sitter ( I already looked up one that can pick her up and drop her off) the trick is doing that with no income...when most of my savings went to the dorm.

So like last case scenario I send her to my folk’s until i get a job.

i also have to figure out how to get insurance because they yeeted me when they found out I wasn’t working and uh...epilepsy meds. ( and also depression meds but the epilepsy ones are uh.... a bit more priority level. Like just a tad...or a bit more than a tad...because yeah) 

I also need to figure out how to get therapy through the school because due to the insurance yeeting me because of the lack of job I also can’t get therapy from the place I was getting it from. They also yeeted me. I was yeeted and yoted. 

I also have  to maybe look at jobs in my field and figure out an exit strategy once school stops being a thing so i don’t go back to my parents but thats A Lot so I’m putting a pin on that.

My dorm mates are nice enough tho and this lady whos office is next to the school pantry said I could leave Indi with her whenever I had to get food when i almost had to leave empty handed because of her so hey im callin it a win.

[tastefulstars]

The Boys Next Door

Your cat decides to adopt the boys that live next door, which would be fine if they weren’t so damn pretty.

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i have decided to combine my love for mainecoon cats and these boys :)))

content warnings: fluff, smut, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, grinding, dry-humping, messy kissing, dirty talk,

masterlist

next | boys pov

Your cat was, well, large.

He was as big as your torso, and was far too heavy for you to carry for long, and you felt bad for keeping him cooped up in your little apartment so you took to taking him out with you. He'd follow along beside you as you walked, his black lead dangling from your wrist - attached to his harness hidden by his fluffy, black fur. The pair of you always managed to turn heads when you were out, children would squeal and giggle at the sight.

You loved to take him into the woods where he could climb trees and run and exercise, making you laugh at his deep growls as he launched from tree to tree, running in circles.

It was coming up to your evening walk and Mr. Meowgi was starting to get restless, knowing you'd be going out soon. You gently stroke his head, murmuring a soft, 'soon bub' and moving to your room to get changed.

Pulling the front door closed, Mr. Meowgi weaving his way through your legs, you hear a loud exclamation.

"Holy shit! Stevie look at that fuckin' cat!"

"Jesus Christ!" The second voice adds after a beat of silence.

You look over and they're standing a few feet away from you, in front of their own door, staring wide eyed and open mouth at the cat rubbing against your legs. You laugh softly and smile at them.

"Hey! You guys just moved in right?" You watch as their eyes drag up from Mr. Meowgi to you, blinking in surprise like they didn't even notice you were there.

"Uhh, yeah! I’m Steve" He said, shaking himself out of his stupor. Your eyes flicker to his companion, Steve smacks him on the chest and he stutters out his own introduction.

"Eddie" He rubs the back of his neck, dropping his eyes back down to Mr. Meowgi. You smile warmly at them and offer your own name.

" - and this!" You say, leaning down and heaving him up against your chest with a groan, "Is Mr. Meowgi!"

You let him drop back to the floor and watch as he pads closer to Steve and Eddie, sniffing at them before rubbing against their legs. They're cooing and awwing at him and both the boys almost collapse trying to kneel down and pet him.

"He's so big" Eddie says, slightly awed, fingers slightly in his fur.

"So soft, so soft" Steve is murmuring, scratching at his chin and cheeks. You move and kneel next to them, chuckling at Mr. Meowgi's loud purrs, you run a hand down his back and up his fluffy tail.

"He's a big baby," You say - you laugh as he throws himself on to their feet, rolling and exposing his stomach, "He likes you two - but we gotta go though”

You excuse yourself, picking up the lead and throwing a 'see you guys around!' over your shoulder as you lead Mr. Meowgi out of the building.

You see them often, coming and going around the same time as you. They were always friendly, charming, and you found yourself becoming fast friends with the both of them. The two of them often took you up on your offers to come over and join you for dinner, which you were glad for - often finding yourself lonely. They offered to watch Mr. Meowgi if you weren't home while they were, you were grateful for it, worrying about him being cooped up, and you pressed your spare key into their hands so they could come over to keep him company anytime they liked.

Each time their warm eyes would lock with yours, heat flared inside you and your stomach fluttered. You felt odd, wanting the both of them, liking the both of them, and you couldn't stop the flush spreading to your cheeks whenever they addressed you with a sweet pet name. It didn’t help at all that they adored Mr. Meowgi almost as much as you did - or that Mr. Meowgi had taken to them like a fish to water.

—

You come home one afternoon and can’t find him in your apartment so, after changing into comfortable clothes and thick, fluffy socks, you pad softly to the next door and knock, hearing a quiet “I think your mama is home” from the other side before Steve’s pulling the door open, smiling widely and letting you in.

The sight greeting you takes your breath away, Eddie is sprawled out asleep on the couch, one leg propped and hanging over the back of it, an arm resting behind his head and there was your baby - laying on his chest, face buried in Eddie’s neck and purring loudly.

You inhale sharply and Steve throws an arm casually over your shoulders, his body pressed against your side.

"Aren't they just the cutest?" He murmurs into your ear, sending tingles throughout your body. Your whole body feels too hot and your toes curl in your socks.

You turn your head and Steve's just there, inches away from your face and you feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. He's smirking at you as you stutter, glancing around and not being able to stand still.

"I better take him" You finally breathe out, looking at the floor, because you couldn't handle looking at Steve or Eddie or even Mr. Meowgi right now, "He needs dinner"

Steve murmurs out a soft, 'okay, darlin'' and moves away from you, and you’re keenly aware of the loss of his body heat. Steve squats next to the couch and gently wakes Eddie.

"C'mon, Eds" His voice is soft honey, "Our girl's here - meowmeow's gotta go home"

You squirm at the causal way he says it, our girl's here, and your stomach is doing flips. Eddie grunts, wrapping his arms around Mr. Meowgi before huffing a sigh. He shifts and the movement causes Mr. Meowgi to jump down, stretching lazily before walking to you to rub against your legs.

"Hey baby" Eddie says absently as he rubs his eyes, your heart stutters, "how was your day?"

"Good!" You squeak, they look over at you and oh, oh no. "Gotta go!"

You grab Mr. Meowgi and all but flee into the safety of your own apartment, ignoring their calls after you. You're willing your heart to stop beating so fast, your cheeks to stop burning, your tummy to stop fluttering.

You drop Mr. Meowgi onto your bed and bury your face in his fur, letting out a giddy laugh because this was just too much. You had feelings for your neighbors, both of them, and you didn't know what to do.

— 

You do your best to keep your feelings hidden, to bury them down and not make them uncomfortable, to keep them in your life. 

It’s not until you bring a guy home in an attempt to distract yourself from your feelings, that you realize your bedroom shares a wall with one of theirs and that they, well, could hear as the stranger fucks you - not well, not the way you want and definitely not well enough to get you off. 

You’re greeted by their wide grins the next morning.

“Good night?” Steve slyly comments, “Sounded like one”

You flush and bury your face in your hands. 

“I’m so sorry!” Your groans muffled in your palms, “I didn’t know you could hear”

They laugh, Eddie waving his hand in a casual ‘don’t worry about it’ move. Steve throws his arm around your shoulders and gently squeezes.

“So, was it a good night?” 

You’re so embarrassed but you’re also feeling frustrated, wishing you had just taken matters into your own hands after the guy left. 

“No” You moan into your hands, Eddie’s wrapping his fingers around your wrists and gently prying your hands away from your face. You know your beet red and try not to look him in the eye, just in case he could see your desire for them. 

“Aw honey” He’s cooing, pulling on your wrists and leading you into their apartment, Mr. Meowgi hot on your heels, “Tiny dick?” 

Steve laughs and you want to just disappear, they’re sitting you in between them on their couch and staring at you expectantly. You groan, throwing your head backwards, resting it on the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling.

“No, not that - I just-” You start, sighing, “He just wasn’t very, giving? I guess” 

Steve’s got his hand on your knee and Eddie’s still holding onto your wrist, thumb gently rubbing against the sensitive skin. 

“You didn’t finish, did you?” Eddie comments, not really asking you.

You cover your face again, and groan. They’re chuckling and you move, pulling yourself away from them, standing. 

“I, I uh” You’re stammering and refusing to look at them, “I should probably head off - thanks for lookin’ after my big baby today”

You rush out of there, face inflamed and heart pounding.

You’re all too relieved to push your way into your apartment that evening, sighing heavily and letting the days tension leave your body. You let your eyes slip closed and lean against the door, breathing. You normally head next door right after you get home, but you take your time today. As you’re changing into loose shorts and a tank, there’s a knock at the door. 

Wandering over, you can hear Mr. Meowgi meowing on the other side. You sigh, knowing you’d taken too long and he was hungry. You pull the door open and Eddie’s there, smiling sheepishly.

“He’s uh, been meowin’ and pawin’ at our door for a bit so I figured I’d bring him over for you” He tells you, eyes flickering over your body. You crouch down and scratch at him, whispering your apologies and promising dinner. 

You stand, and you don’t know if you’re just imagining it but Eddie has this look of adoration on his face, a little shy smile and wide eyes. Impulsively, you press a kiss on his cheek.

“Do - Do you and Steve wanna come over? I’ll make you dinner?” 

“Yeah!” He says, too loud and too quickly, he winces and clears his throat, “Yeah, that would be great, I’ll just go get him” 

You stand in the doorway, you don’t have to wait long. Eddie returns within a few moments, hand holding Steve’s and dragging him into your apartment. 

“Hi gorgeous!” Steve says, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head as he passes you. 

They settle in on the couch as you potter around the kitchen, preparing Mr. Meowgi’s dinner before you start on your own meal. 

“You want a hand?” Steve’s asking and you wave him off, pulling open the door to your fridge and taking a couple of beers to them.

“No, it’s okay” You smile as you hand them their drinks, “Just relax” 

The three of you make casual conversation as you prepare them dinner, grilled vegetables and mash potato and sausages, and you feel their eyes on you as you work. It’s peaceful and makes you feel like this is what’s been missing in your life. You feel bubbly and can’t remove the smile off your face as you listen to them, joking and bantering. They praise you, as they always do, as they finish their meals - thanking you for feeding them, for taking such good care of them.

You just flush, smiling sweetly at them and pressing two containers into their hands full of leftovers as they leave. 

You head to your bathroom after cleaning up and stand under the hot water, sighing. You were still feeling a little bit desperate after your disappointing encounter the night before and Eddie and Steve spending the evening with you certainly didn’t help. You let your fingertips glide over your body, tweaking your nipples, and imagine it was Steve and Eddie touching you.  

You huff, shutting off the shower and quickly drying yourself off before you throw yourself onto your bed. There’s a noise behind your head and you glance at the wall, stilling and straining your ears. 

Your cunt gushes when you hear a deep moan - you press your hand over your mouth, trying to keep your sounds to a minimum in order to keep listening. You know you should stop, move away and not listen, to give your friends privacy, but you don’t. 

“Tell me” Steve’s ordering, grunting and there’s another breathy moan, a firm thud, “C’mon, Eds, tell me what you were thinking about”

You still, clenching around nothing as you picture it.

“I- I- Oh” Eddie groans, panting, “Was thinkin’ about our girl”

“Yeah? What about her?”

Your eyes widened, could they? They’re not talking about you, surely?

“She’s just so pretty” Eddie answers, “So soft and gorgeous”

“She is, isn’t she?” Steve hums.

There’s a few moments of silence and then another dull thud, right against the wall, and they’re both moaning loudly. Your fingers slip inside you instinctively, letting their words spur you on.

“What do you want to do to her?” Steve asks.

“Wanna eat her out, make her cum all over my mouth and feed you her slick” Eddie whines, “Wanna- Oh fuck, do that again, fuck. Wanna watch as you fuck her pretty pussy”

“Fuck, Eddie” Steve’s grunting, “God, baby. What else? Don’t stop”

There’s a soft, rhythmic thumping against the wall and you bite down on your palm, trying to imagine it - imagine Steve fucking Eddie against your shared wall, is he fucking him from behind or has he got him pinned against the wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist? Your fingers work furiously, pumping inside you quickly and gasping softly. 

“Ohh, Oh Steve - Fuck, right there” Eddie gasps, “Want us to take care of her, make her ours. Make her feel so good”

“I want to see her sitting on your face, baby” Steve says, “Your mouth is sinful” 

Eddie is moaning and you move, shifting to kneel at the head of your bed and you press your forehead against the wall. You could almost feel how hard Steve was fucking Eddie, and you let out a soft whimper and press your fingers inside yourself again. 

“I want her to take both of us at the same time, she’d do it so well - she’d take care of us so well” Steve grunts as Eddie gasps, grunting out ‘more, fuck, harder’ almost mindlessly,“We’d pin her down and fuck her until she can’t talk and then when she’s able to, we’d fuck her again and again and again”

They’re crying out and moaning, you shudder and ache for it, for what they were saying.

“Wanna ruin her” Steve says, “Want to fuck her so good she won’t ever be able to have anyone else” 

“Oh god!” Eddie cries out, “Fuck, ‘m close”

You work yourself, rocking on your fingers and pressing firmly on your clit - you were close as well and you wanted, wanted so badly. 

“Me too” Steve moans, “C’mon, wanna feel it”

Eddie is crying out, gasping and you hear a shout from Steve - you quickly follow, shaking and biting your lip to muffle your cries. 

You collapse onto your bed, breathing hard. It doesn’t take long for the shame to creep up on you - you felt terrible for using them to get yourself off, listening into a private moment. You didn’t know how you were going to face them, to look them in the eye and pretend you didn’t know what they sounded like as they climaxed. 

You groan softly and pull your blanket above your head, refusing to acknowledge it. 

—

Weeks had passed since The Incident, and you were doing your best to avoid them, really really not wanting to deal with your feelings. Although they were making it incredibly difficult- sinful noises and words kept drifting through your shared wall, they were always in the hallway when you were coming home, or bumping into you at the mailbox, or keeping Mr. Meowgi in their apartment until you were knocking at their door to retrieve him. 

It all comes to a head when you don’t leave your apartment for a few days, only sneaking out after dark to take Mr. Meowgi out for his walk. It’s late and you’re laying in bed, curled up around Mr. Meowgi and trying to sleep, when they’re pushing their way into your room. Your mind goes blank before you remember you gave them your spare key. 

Mr. Meowgi jumps up, trotting to the end of the bed and meowing loudly at them, already purring. You sit up and frown at him.

“Traitor” You sigh, you drift your eyes up and they’re looking sad, worried and frustrated. Your heart breaks a little bit.

“Do you not like us?” Eddie asks quietly, like he’s scared of the answer, his hand automatically coming to rest on Mr. Meowgi’s head. You feel tears prick your eyes, guilt flooding you for your behavior, you were hurting them.

“No!” You shout, rising onto your knees and reaching out, “Don’t say that! You know I like you! I like you both! 

“Then why are you avoiding us?” Steve asks, hurt clear in his voice. He looks sad and all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and beg for forgiveness.

“I-” You’re stuttering, not really sure how to answer before you just blurt out the truth, words spilling and once you’ve started you can’t stop.

“I like you, I like you both so much. And, I. I want to be with you both but it’s not normal and I know you two are together so it’s not like you’d want me or anything and I’m sorry! I can’t pretend I don’t feel the way I do so I figured it would be best for everyone if I just stopped being around you two.”

They’re staring at you. Eddie’s head was tilted forwards, towards Mr. Meowgi but he’s looking up at you with big round eyes and Steve’s just staring, lips parted. 

There’s a beat, a stutter of your heart, and then Steve’s just launching himself at you - startling Mr. Meowgi, who trots out of the room - and pressing his lips against yours. He’s cupping your cheek and wrapping a hand around your waist. You’re glad he’s got his hands on you because your knees buckle, and you’re scared you’ll collapse If he lets go. 

Steve softly rubs his lips against yours, caressing you in a sweet kiss. He pulls away and you gasp, he starts to press quick kisses all over your face until you’re scrunching your nose and laughing. You don’t see him reaching for Eddie, pulling him in and pressing him against you. Steve pulls away from you, only to be replaced by Eddie - who’s kissing you like his life depends on it, licking his way into your mouth and tasting you. 

“Oh darlin’” Steve murmurs, gently caressing the back of your head, “We’ve wanted you for so long - why’d you think we started fuckin’ in my room rather than Eds? Wanted you to hear us, wanted you to know what we wanna do to you” 

Eddie is gently lowering you down, laying you down and pressing himself down on top of you. You shudder as you feel his warmth, his body, holding you down. 

“Silly girl, do you really think we care about normal?” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses his way down your throat, “We adore you”

“Adore you so fuckin’ much, darlin’” Steve kneels beside you, hand resting on Eddie’s ass and the other cupping your cheek.

Eddie sits, kneeling between your legs. He’s looking at you for a moment, before looking at Steve. He leans over, capturing Steve’s lips in a messy kiss. 

“Adore you too, handsome” He says into Steve’s mouth, making him chuckle and murmuring a soft ‘I know, baby’.

You swoon and whimper, head spinning and your heart stuttering out a quick beat and you shudder a breath and their hands are on you, cupping your cheeks and holding your hips. 

“Will you let us look after you, darlin’?” Steve’s asking, giving your hip a gentle squeeze, “let us make you feel good?”

“We wanna make you feel good, beautiful” Eddie adds, thumb stroking at your cheekbone. 

You’re pushing yourself up, kneeling between them. Pressing a filthy kiss onto Steve’s lips, your hand tangles into Eddie’s curls and you pull him into you both, pulling him into the kiss. It’s messy and the three of you lick into each other's mouths, sucking and biting at each other's lips. 

It’s so fucking hot and you’re all left panting by the time you break away from each other, Eddie rests his forehead against your temple and Steve’s pressing his hips against your side.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby” Eddie pants, licking at your cheek. You can feel them where they’re pressed against you, hard in their pants. You wrap your arms around them, sliding your hands down until you’ve got a hand grabbing Steve’s ass and the other is holding onto Eddie’s. They groan, rocking their hips closer to you. 

You squeeze them, pressing them closer to you and tilt your head back. They’re pressing kisses and licking at your neck, biting and sucking and making you shiver. There’s a thigh being pressed in between your legs and a hand sliding into your pants, sliding through your drenched folds and rubbing your clit gently. 

The three of you are rocking, grinding on each other. Panting and kissing and licking and biting and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t take you long, until you’re crying out and moaning their names as fireworks explode under your skin. They follow after you, thrusting against your hips and thighs until they’re spilling in their pants. 

You gently press a kiss onto each of their lips and murmur at them to lay down, which they happily comply with. They’re pulling you down onto them, squeezing you into the tiniest space between them. You’re more laying on top of them then on your bed, their hands stroking your back. Content to just bask in the afterglow of your orgasms and the warmth of each other.

[hotwings0203]

Wat if katsuki actually had a s/o that loved Key word LOVED him but.....

Then when he started getting to aggressive and starts hitting her she suddenly stops all the love and affection. And that makes katsuki so confused and angry bc he like 'wtf why did they stop huggin and kissin me when I get home from my matches'. Then his darling becomes very depressed is and cooped up in her room all the time. So when katsuki friends come over they wonder where y/n is.

Tw:abuse, implied dubcon, depression

“Babe, you’re home!” You rush over to the door when you head it unlocking, arms outstretched already or embrace his wounds.

But when the door swings open you’re met with a scowling Bakugo who shoves you aside so hard you fall to the floor.

He grumbles and throws his bags down, kicking mud off his shoes onto the carpet as he glares at you.

“This place is a pigsty. Why the fuck didn’t you clean?”

You laugh nervously and raise an eyebrow. “Uhh, ‘cause I was out all day too? I just got home an hour ago and I was tired. What’s with you? Why’re you in such a bad mood?”

Katsuki’s eyes widen until they’re the size of dinner plates. His nostrils flare and his fists resume the same position as they do in the ring.

“You talkin’ back to me now?”

“What? No, you literally just asked-“

Crack.

The sound of him backhanding your cheek reverberates around the apartment, and you hold your face in shock.

It’s not so much the pain of him striking you that hurts, it’s the fact that this has been happening for a while now that aches the most. Nothing you do-no smiles, no amount of love you showed him in, no sobs or pleads-sways him.

You love him, it’s true.

But it’s hard to love him when he looks at you like that.

“Get the fuck up. And clean all this shit up, the next time I come home to this filth I’ll make the clean the floors with your tongue.”

He grabs you by your hair and throws you face-first onto the tile area, taking his own sweet time to turn around and walk to your shared room.

After you clean for hours until the place is spotless, you retreat to bed.

He’s on his phone typing away with a slight crease in his eyebrows, but he looks up at you as you walk in.

“Hey. You done?” He has the audacity to ask in a gentle voice.

“Mmhm.”

You don’t look at him as you begin changing your clothes in the restroom and close the door behind you.

His frown deepens at that. You’ve never shied away from being vulnerable and naked with him.

To test his doubt, when you walk back into the room with your head still down, he leans forward as you sit down on the mattress, your back turned to him.

You shut off the lights in silence as he reaches a hand out and curls it around your shoulders.

“C’mere, ‘wanna feel you.” He mumbles in his raspy sleepy voice.

But to his utter confusion, you gently brush his hand off and continue your journey to tuck yourself in bed.

With your back still facing him.

“I’m tired Katsuki. Not in the mood.”

His hand is still suspended in midair, his facial features still frozen in his initial shock as he’s left in a pitch black room which is suddenly overcome with a freezing cold creeping up his spine.

He’s too wounded, too shocked and shot from his ego to be irate.

You’ve never said no to cuddling at night. Never. So what was wrong now?

You were taking his anger so well for a while, what the hell was the matter with you?

But he doesn’t touch you again that night. He barely sleeps a wink to your usually comforting sound of soft snores and little mumbles in your sleep talk.

In the morning his lack of sleep gets the betterment of his temper, and he lashes out of you again in the shower.

You’re washing your hair when you feel a cool breeze against your bare body. You open your eyes and see Katsuki standing in front of you outside the glass door to your shower.

You feign an eye roll and merely grab the handle trying to close it shut.

He doesnt even let it budge. He just snarls down at your intruding hand and yanks the door back even further, pulling you along with the force.

You yelp and slip on the floor, falling unceremoniously at his feet.

The look on his face is frankly terrifying, much worse than yesterday’s. Bakugo slowly steps in along with your quickly reversing body and closes the door behind him, trapping you inside with him.

“Why’d you try to close it on me.”

It’s not a question, it’s a demand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Then get up and touch me.”

He’s towering over your cornered form, his fists dangerously swinging next to your head.

Your limbs don’t move though. Your heart thuds slowly, your love ebbing away from him with its slow rhythm.

You already know how this is going to turn out, but you try anyways.

“Please Bakugo, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

“Oh, so it’s Bakugo now, huh?”

Your body disassociates so you don’t feel it as much, but unfortunately your hands still flinch above your head in instinct.

“If you’re-thud-sorry, then you’ll fucking-crack-touch me you-smack-ungrateful bitch.”

Your cries are loud, but not loud enough to drown his roaring out, not enough to mute the sound of his hands cracking above your shaking body.

He leaves the shower unfulfilled in his heart and in his dick.

His mind is in shambles.

This is the longest you’ve wanted space from him, he could understand an hour but half a day?

He has a rude awakening when “half a day” becomes a couple more days, then a week, and then it’s half a month since you’ve willingly kissed his battle scars and loved him with your whole being.

He says willingly because otherwise you eat his hits up like you’re just another fighter in the ring when he gets angry at your apathy. The only restraining factor that differentiates you and the men he puts in coffins is his desperation for you to come back.

To no avail though. If you’re not keeling over on the ground or pinned underneath him and molding your anatomy to the shape of his fists, then you’re still as a corpse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you were anywhere else but here.

Bakugo doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know what to feel.

Rage is consumed by paranoia, paranoia is swallowed whole by depression, depression is swept away by panicked desperation.

His hair starts falling out, his punches grow weaker and he comes home with more and more bruises every day to match the ones littering across your body.

One might wonder whose the real fighter-him or you.

And so one day when he can’t stand it anymore, can’t stand the silence and tension that’s so palpable you could taste the iron in the air, he invited his friends over.

He need the distractions. He needs happiness, a word that doesn’t seem worthy of his pathetic being.

He’s more pathetic than your unmoving body.

“Heyyy man!�� Sero and Denki exclaim in obnoxious unison and throw their arms around Bakugo’s shoulders. All three of them barrel through his half-opened doorway and practically topple him over.

The air of excitement is so foreign to him, but oh so welcoming.

“Hey,” he grunts back awkwardly.

“You’ve never really invited us over without Y/N dragging you by the ear for it. How is she by the way? Haven’t heard of her in a while.” Kirishima nudges his shoulder.

But before he can open his mouth Denki cuts in. “You knock her up yet? You sly bastard, no wonder you’re hiding her from us. The gigs over Y/N, show us that beautiful belly!” He cups his hands around his mouth and the quip slashes through the air and infests Katsuki’s heart. It’s a mockery, a cruel reminder of what he cannot have.

When their friend doesn’t answer and merely walks off, the boys behind him awkwardly look at each other.

Usually he’d explode at them or at least chase them around the room.

And usually you would come out to greet them.

Katsuki was wrong.

You weren’t different from him anymore.

Because when he accepts that not even his friends can release his stone cold heart from its catatonic confines, he’s never felt more in sync with you than he has now.

[stanzoeywade]

Maybe juuuuuust the 9th month spending the quarentine together??? Ahajjajajja poppy x mc ofc

Quarantine headcanons (Poppy x MC)

Summary: 9 months of quarantine headcanons of Poppy and MC, as requested by my fellow simp Gabu.

Taglist: @somewillwin @uhh-the-green-thing @jmojellybae @simp-pony @made-me-deep-blue @uselesslesbianfr @it-lives-in-braidwood-manor @belvoiresqueenbee @alexlabhont @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @sparring-hyena

It's been 9 months since quarantine started, and it's been stressful to say the least, sure there are ups and downs but overall the stress of studying at home and not having any social events was starting to drive Poppy mad. She's not used to staying at home for prolonged periods of time, as she always has to be on the move, doing something or going somewhere. It could be hosting parties or visiting the animal shelter to see if any of them have been adopted, so it's safe to say that Poppy isn't a homebody.

Poppy doesn't say anything but she's actually very worried about the animals in the shelter, especially since it seems like a lot of animals are being found as strays, due to people not being able to afford or care for their pets, leaving them no choice but to give them up for adoption.

It obviously stresses her out because the shelter is the one place she truly cares for, and she genuinely adores all of the animals that are there and she's grateful that the volunteers do their best even in these uncertain times, whilst Poppy can be mean and vicious, she can also be generous, making sure that the volunteers are actually paid for the work that they do, as she knows that the ongoing pandemic must make it hard.

You on the other hand genuinely hate being cooped up inside, not being able to do anything, sure you're allowed to go outside for exercise but it's not really enough to help, especially since you've been feeling so burnt out since all you do is attend zoom classes that barely make sense and the sad puppy eyes given to you by the Professor isn't exactly making things fun. You thought that online class would make things less awkward but it seems that the Professor is hellbent on giving you those longing puppy eyes. 

The stares are so noticeable that Poppy scoffs and rolls her eyes for everyone to see and hear, it genuinely makes you laugh. Especially since even when she frowns she still manages to look gorgeous and it's unfair but that's just how she is. Gorgeous without trying. Poppy looks bored but also immaculate at the same time. Just because classes are online, doesn't mean that Poppy isn't going to dress up and look pretty. You honestly don't understand where she gets her energy from, opting to show up to class in your hoodies and sweatpants looking like you just dragged yourself off bed.

However, there have been times where you wake up early only to see Poppy getting ready for class, and let's just say that this causes you both to miss out, due to - ehem - "fun times". In which Poppy's lipstick ends up all over your body and her hair is all tousled up, and honestly, you've never seen anything more beautiful. (that's probably the whipped talking but you're not complaining because Poppy always looks fucking gorgeous, and any moment spent with her is always guaranteed to make you happy)

Remember when quarantine first started and Poppy barely knew how to cook without almost killing somebody? Well she's improved and she's actually wife material now. Who knew Poppy would actually enjoy cooking? It's one of her favourite moments actually, just spending time with you and it's so domestic that she actually has visions of a future with you. (not that she'd ever tell you but she genuinely is falling for you more and more each day) 

When things get too stressful and you both get frustrated over something, this can lead to arguments, and things are said even if you don't mean them. Since you're both stubborn, no one apologises even if you both feel bad. Things are sorted when Poppy actually gives in and apologises first, and you can't help but be shocked since Poppy almost never apologises. You two discuss things like normal adults, and this becomes a daily ritual where at the end of a stressful day you both ask each other how you're feeling and just vent to let it all out.

Another thing that Poppy will never admit is that she actually enjoys going out to go grocery shopping, it gives her time away from home and it's at times like these that she can actually imagine a future with you and the fact that it gives her a sense of normalcy because she can just get away from the stress of university and everything else.

Overall, Poppy is actually a pretty darn sweet person, she's just emotionally constipated, with her upbringing, especially since she knew that she wasn't really of Sinclair blood, she was a bastard child, and her father never accepted her no matter how hard she tried to be perfect. Not that anything she did was ever enough, Piers never really cared about her, only stepping up when it was revealed that she was a bastard child, in which he vehemently denied to the public even if everyone knew. 

Poppy has moments where she just needs some space and alone time, and at times like these the best thing to do would be to do little things to show that you care. Whether it be bringing her food or a cup of tea, she'll always be thankful.

9 months is a long time, and you and Poppy learn and discover new things about the other every day, and it's domestic as fuck and both of you learn to love each other more and more as the days go by.

Poppy will literally just steal all of your sweatpants and hoodies, it's warm and comfy and as soon as class is over, she's off to go read or make notes all comfy and cute. You can't help but take photos because Poppy Min-Sinclair is fucking adorable. She could wear a trash bag and you'd still be head over heels.

NSFW HCS

During the quarantine, there's something new that you learnt about Poppy, namely the fact that she could care less about her zoom class/meeting. There's been more than one occasion where Poppy left the lecture on as she muted and turned off the camera so that you two could get it on. Everyone just thinks that Poppy is being herself by not really giving a shit because even if she skips she still manages to achieve good grades. Veronica and Chloe know what's up though, the two are so fucking done, considering their rooms aren't really far away and the walls aren't exactly sound proof so you two get teased a lot.

You fire back at Veronica though, because no matter how much she calls you and Poppy out, you can also fire back and tease her about Zoey, considering they're quarantined together. (I will go down with this ship. Two tol hotties together uhm yes)

Poppy is a switch, but she's also very bratty when bottoming, she loves when you eat her out during class though, especially if it's during anthropology class because she's a petty hoe, and she hates Professor Kingsley so lol.

Hope you enjoyed GABU, I haven't written anything in a while so my braincell aren't that good. Hopefully I did this request justice lol.

[melodiesofblueroses]

𝘓𝘪𝘱 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘮

→ 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

🎕 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Levi’s lip balm seems to work miracles when y/n compliments him on how soft his lips are, then he runs out and tries to find another one that’d work just as fine. 

🎕 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

🎕 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: ~2.2k  

🎕 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: f!reader

“your lips are so soft.” levi froze, as if on instinct, immediately upon hearing those words. if only he could see his face at that moment, he’d bet that it looked all red and awkward and unattractive. this was such a special moment, and now it was all ruined thanks to him. ughh, if only he would’ve stayed all cooped up in his room. but all those thoughts were quickly swept to the side when levi reflected back on what had just happened in the past few seconds. his crush had kissed him! kissed him, right on the lips, after the two of them shared a stroll through the gardens!! levi, the demon who thought that he’d only have his favorite characters besides him, was able to find romance. 

“i. um, well-i…” he was at a loss for words. one of his largest romantic dreams had finally come true, and all levi could do was stand still. it was too much for him to take at that moment honestly. should he say thanks? respond with ‘you too?’ go in for another kiss? none of his romcoms or manga ever went over this scenario, so he was all on his own. so levi did the only thing he could do, mumble out something incoherent and hope that y/n would pick up the message. 

“you’re so cute.” at this point, y/n was probably trying to murder the demon. she couldn’t help it though. it was so fun teasing the avatar of envy, especially when he reacted so cutely. “well, i’m gonna go ahead and head back to the house. i’m a bit tired right now.” with that, y/n waved levi goodbye, adding a little wink as one final tease, before skipping back as she hummed contently. she was pretty proud of herself for building up the courage to kiss him directly after all these months of crushing on him. 

levi stood amidst the garden filled with blooming flowers special only to the devildom, still dumbfounded at what had just taken place. the human exchange student had just kissed him out of nowhere and then went on to compliment how soft his lips were. unconsciously, he moved to touch his lips, shivering a bit upon the sensation of his finger on his lips as he remembered how her lips felt. geez, he’d have to thank that special edition ruri-chan lip balm he managed to snatch for tonight.  

~

it had been a few weeks since the little night walk (at least that’s what the other brothers called it), and levi had grown more conscious of his lips, whether for better or for worse. his most valuable possession had gone from his tsl collection to lip balm, which was quite a jump. every morning and night, levi always managed to apply some of the balm in order to ensure that his lips were the softest. after all, he never knew when the next time y/n would surprise him with a kiss. maybe if he was confident enough, he’d be the one to make the first move. pfft, like that’d ever happen. 

“gahh! this can’t be…” levi muttered, staring poignantly at his now empty lip balm. of course this would only happen to him, his luck was pure rotten. his ever cherished lip blam that made y/n compliment him was now all done, finished, empty to the core. and it was a limited edition one! there was no way levi would find another one of its kind. he was freaking out. now there was no way that y/n would ever kiss him again, not with his crusty and chapped lips. i mean, they weren’t that bad just yet, but soon they will be if he doesn’t find a suitable alternative fast. “maybe i could ask asmo for one.”

“ask me what?” levi was, needless to say, shocked at the sudden voice that answered him, not expecting a visitor to, well, visit his room. of course, it was none other than his younger brother asmo, standing in the doorway in all his might and glory, adjusting his pair of flower earrings that he always had on. 

“n-nothing,” he mumbled, deciding it was better to keep it to himself since asmo would no doubt tease him due to the fact that levi was trying hard to impress y/n. he’d pick on his outfits, personality, the way he stumbles over his words when talking with others, the fact that he was way too obsessed with games and anime, and basically everything that made levi, well, levi. and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle all those comments. “anyway, where are you going, and what are you doing in my room?” he pointed out, eyeing his brother up and down. asmo was dressed up quite a bit, which didn’t really say much since he was always walking around in the latest fashion, but he figured it’d be a way to shift the conversation away from him and his troubles.

“i’m going to run a few errands with satan, and I, being the caring younger brother,” asmo glared at levi for his previous remark, “wanted to stop by and see if you wanted anything.” in truth, levi did want something: a new lip balm, but that would be too embarrassing to admit. plus, levi not wanting any new anime merch or the latest volume release would be too suspicious, and asmo would surely poke his nose into whatever was bothering his dear older brother.

“i need you to leave me alone.”

“a new set of clothes for you would surely be nice,” the younger scoffed, taking the time to belittle his clothing choice, just as levi had suspected. “what did you want to ask me anyway?”

“i said nothing.”

“annd i don’t believe you.” 

“whatever, i don’t care. just leave me alone.”

“i’m not leaving until you tell me.” ugh, this constant back and forth was giving a levi a headache, and he knew how persistent asmo was, especially when it came to gossip and the personal lives of others. the avatar of lust was surely to find out sooner or later, whether through him, y/n, or some demon that had just so happened to pass by just as levi and y/n shared that kiss. although he wasn’t too keen on explaining what had happened between him and y/n, levi decided that it was better to do so in order to regain his privacy. then again, would asmo even leave him alone if he found out that his brother and the human were pursuing a relationship? well, it would be best not to think about that possibility right now.

“ugh, fine. i was just going to ask if i could borrow one of your lip balms,” he mumbled, looking to the side in order to try and cover up his blush. plus, seeing asmo’s shocked face would only make him regret his choice even more. the sooner this whole ordeal was over, the better. 

“lip balm?” as suspected, asmo was, needless to say, confused at the request. i mean, this was the demon that always asked for the latest installment in manga, games, tsl, etc. all of a sudden, he’s worrying about chapped lips. it was quite a shocking transition to say the least. “well, that i can do. i’ll make sure to buy one that fits you.” levi sighed in relief, expecting this to be the end of this conversation, but asmo had other plans in mind. “but why this all of a sudden? trying to impress y/n?”

“w-wha? uhh...no! of course not,” levi retaliated, although he himself wasn’t fully convinced at his own statement. for one, he was a blushing mess, which he could tell since his cheeks suddenly felt way too warm. secondly, he was tripping over his words, and his brothers know all too well that he only does that when embarrassed. they did live with him for thousands of years after all. asmo shook his head, as if disappointed that his older brother would even attempt to escape from this one. 

“levi,” asmo said a bit too seriously, cupping his older brother’s cheeks and staring him in the eyes. “we all know. the other night, when you and y/n went out for a walk, y/n came back all giddy, and you were a mess. honestly, i can’t believe you thought this would get under my nose of all demons.”

he was, well, speechless. i mean, levi didn’t believe for one second that he’d be able to get away with this “relationship.” for one, anytime someone mentioned y/n to him, levi would blank and act like a fool. also, his brothers knew him way too well. there was basically no such think as privacy within the house of lamentation. yet, he couldn’t help but feel humiliated. he himself wasn’t even entirely sure as to why he felt this way. 

maybe it was because a relationship between a demon and a human was highly looked down upon, or maybe he was afraid of his brothers’ teasing. he was a yucky shut-in otaku after all. there was no doubt they’d make jokes about it (especially that scumbag mammon). then again, maybe he was just feeling humiliated because his “secret” was never a secret in the first place. his feelings for y/n were always out in the open, so nothing really big had been revealed. well, he had time to ponder over his feelings some other time. right now, levi needed to get that lip balm from asmo. 

“yeah yeah whatever. can you just get me a lip balm?” 

“of course. i have one in mind that’d be perfect for you.”

~

here levi stood outside the house of lamentation once more, hand-in-hand with y/n. she had once more invited him to walk with her through the blooming gardens. they weren’t really anything special to levi since they were a view he was accustomed to, but for y/n who was from the human realm, they were a spectacle. amidst the dreary and bleak devildom lay life, which was quite a shock to both angels and humans we expected hell to be as depicted in various media: treacherous. but the colorful array of flowers provided for a pop of color, a sharp contrast from the dark atmosphere.

“mirage flowers are so pretty,” y/n sighed, rubbing one of the petals between her thumb and index finger. “i wish i could take one back home, but i doubt diavolo would let me.” levi stood in silence as he intently listened to her thoughts that she was spilling to him. did she really trust him enough to tell him everything that was on her mind? that thought surely made his heart skip a beat. 

when he finally snapped out of his little stupor, he noticed y/n looking at him rather strangely (he was oblivious to the fact that it was a dreamy stare). was there something on his face? did he forget to fix himself up? wait, what if she found him disgusting now?! all these thoughts and anxieties flooded his mind, and it clearly showed on his face that he was now in panic mode. 

but then, he felt her lips on his once more, and levi’s mind blanked, just as it always does in situations like this. it was another dream come true, the one where y/n would kiss him again. maybe, just maybe, she didn’t really hate him as much as he thought. why else would she kiss him again? maybe she’d even compliment his lips once more; he hoped so, especially since he owes asmo way too much for that tiny stick of lip balm he had bought him, so it had better been worth it. the thought of that happening made him burn up. 

“mm,” y/n hummed once the two parted, licking her lips as she seemed to be lost in thought. “strawberry?”

“uh, yeah.”

she hummed contently once more and laid down on the bleak and dreary devildom grass, patting the spot besides her, insisting levi to do so as well, to which he happily complied. well, it was a pretty dumb move of him to think that she wouldn’t notice his lip balm considering the fact that he had smothered it on prior to the walk. y/n didn’t seem to mind it too much though, and she did seem to like its strawberry taste, so i guess this was a success after all? it’d be best for levi not to dwell on it too much now, especially considering the fact that y/n had just snuggled in closer to him. this was way too much for levi’s fragile heart. first, she had asked him to take a walk with her again, and then she kisses him outta nowhere, and now they were cuddling? geez, he’s got to ask asmo for the name of the brand later.

[choibinn3]

get to know me game!!

tagged by: @tyunni

tagging: @tyuncafe this is suuper long btw so dont mind it if u dont wanna do it!! hehe

what day is your birthday? dec 8th, sunghoons bday 😥 (thats how i heard abt enhypen actually, my friend was like "OMGG u share a bday wirh my bias!!!!")

what’s your favorite color? pink <33 it makes me so happy

what’s your lucky number? 8!!! like my bday date :')

do you have any pets? no :(( want a kitty real bad though

how tall are you? skipping. no comment. next question.

how many pairs of shoes do you have? like THREE and i rotate between two ♥️

favorite song? kpop?? um rn fever by enhypen or ghosting.. non kpop would be amoeba by clairo (shits GOOD plz go listen to it)

favorite movie? not the biggest fan of movies, but im suuper into slasher films/horror!!! so maybe smthng from there??

what would your ideal partner be like? jungwon ♥️ LMAO

do you want children? nope!! love kids but parenting doesnt sound like smthng id want to do unfortunately

have you gotten in trouble with the law? not that i know od?? Dont tell anyone

bath or shower? shower.. i dont thinj ive ever taken a legitimate bath b4, always showered

what color socks are you wearing? soz to say this but socks suck!! also irs 11pm and im in bed BUT THAT STILL STANDS

favorite type of music? like genre?? no clue, but i typically like music that reminds me romantic pining (aka, fever ♥️ or around you by hyunjin)

how many pillows do you sleep with? pillows are four!!! plushies,?? infinite bitch!!

what position do you sleep in? curled up on my side hugging smthng hehe

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? yk that sleep where like,, ure sleeping... but u feel awake the whole time?? and rhen u wake up fuckin groggy like uve just been lying there.. that.

what do you have for breakfast? no breakfast!!! 2 cool 4 that. also i wake up at like uhh 11am-3pm sometimes

have you ever tried archery? NO!! sharp objections should not be in my possession apparenrly. tch 😒

favorite fruit? strawberries? mangoes?? anything fresh

favorite swear word? no favs, jm too indecisive for that :((

do you have any scars? yea, i dont have a cool story for them though.. i was just a scab picker kid lol

are you a good liar? SHITTY. horrible, the worst. i cant lie dor shit nd it gets me all shcoked everytime someone is like "mai ure LITERALLY so bad at this" during a lying game lol

what’s your personality type? istp-t!! same as huening whoooo 🎉🎉

what’s your favorite type of girl? mean girls...... i jusy like mean ppl in general but mean gurls have a special space in my heart ♥️!! theyre so demonized but as long as theyre not acrually complete assholes (like homophobes, bigots yk?) they r everythint 2 me

innie or outtie? gots an innie :]

left or right handed? right

favorite food? no favs again!!! but SPICY FOOD YUMM

favorite foreign food? probs uhh Bún bò Huế!!! im viet so idk if that counts as "foreign" but omgg ITS SO GOOD

are you clean or messy? messy!! i feel like everythings much more comfy and natural.. not like too messy though

most used phrase? BARK BARK (not proud of this one guys)

how long does it take you to get ready? like 40-60mins... ONLY BC i zone out tthough and forgot im meant to be gettinf ready LOL

do you talk to yourself? Yes. i do <3 thats also why i read&write fanfictions

do you sing to yourself? mhm!!! esp when the songs too good i sing along or throughout the day

are you a good singer? actually, literally not sure at all. i took chorus since like elementary school tho if that helps

biggest fear? heights and commitment ♥️

are you a gossip? what does this mean. but i think?? i like heaeinf gossip but im not tonna get outta my way to talk abt it ?

do you like long or short hair? on myself short!!! but guys&girls nd just everyone in general look so damn good with long hair sometimes

favorite school subject? none lol <33!! school sucks this question pains me every time i see it on back2school answer sheets

introvert or extrovert? introvert, im a lil hermit all cooped up inside my room all the tim3 ://

what makes you nervous? ppl i like are cool!!! or like ppl in general, i cant even order my boba by myself dude

who was your first real crush? i THINK. it mightve been my bff from when i was in 5th grade.. idk if this counts bc i (THINK) but like...... i cried so fucking much when we stopped being friends. it felt like a breakup and im still not over it tbh (tmi?)

how fast can you run? not fast at all but i can JUMP

what color is your hair? black, still have virgin hair!!

do you like your own name? umm tbh no, but my screen name (mai) is my middle name anyways so i dont think that matters too much

what makes you angry? people who dont listen :( pisses me off but tbh i dont get angry often

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? NEITHER. if i had to pick maybe boy but NOOOOO

what are your strengths? ive been told im endearingly stupid (like twice by the same friend) and it stuck with me. like AWWW :(( U THINK IM ENDEARINGG??

what are your weaknesses? id say im too socially anxious, public speaking makes my hands shake and i cant speak so its real bad

what’s the color of your bedspread? like white with blue polka dots ^_^

what’s the color of your room? this nice beige color,, like the color of my blog rn actually!!!! i based it off of jungwons color scheme but ig this works too

[chipsfics]

Part 3 - Discovery/Creativity

Part 3 is here! 

Rated: PG-13 (heavy themes, swearing)

WARNING! this chapter contains light mentions of self harm! please do not read if this will upset you! 

~~~~ The next morning, It was surprisingly quiet- Everyone was doing their own thing, most were sleeping in due to the lazy feeling that comes with most sundays. Yinyang, of course, slept in. They were technically not allowed to leave the hotel until the game was over- But Yinyang didn't really have anywhere to go anyway. Even if he decided to go "home", he didn't have anything for him there- Everything he'd left behind didn't mean anything to him. The other contestants, though, were obviously itching for the show to finally close it's curtains. Cherries, Yinyang's roommate, spent most of their time bouncing ideas off each other and having dull conversations in almost frightening synchrony.

From what Yinyang overheard, they were getting impatient when it came to Inanimate Insanity's finale. In a way, Yinyang and Cherries were similar, but in a lot of ways they absolutely weren't. For one thing, the Cherries got along. Of course, things were okay. Yinyang was used to being cooped up, be it in his own mind, his own body- And Tissues obviously felt the same. He didn't get out much, for obvious reasons. Yinyang got up, yawning, stretching, and blinking slowly to life- It was around 1pm, and once they got up and fought for a little while over which toothbrush to use, they finally finished up their morning routine and exited their room. To their surprise, they found Tissues slumped against the wall next to their door, clutching a half full water bottle and snoring gently. Yinyang debated whether to wake him up. Eventually Yinyang nudged his shoulder gently.

"H...Wuhuh.." Tissues blinked awake and looked around.

"Tissues! What're you doing out here?" Yinyang said. "Are you alright?"

"Oh uhhh..." Tissues slowly seemed to be coming alive. "Wha.... Oh yeah, I- Sniff. Walked over here this mornin' and tried to knock on your door, but you guyse didn't answer. So i just waited," Tissues wiped his nose. "I guess i fell asleep. Was that... okay? Did i do something wrong?"

"Oh, no no, it's alright!" Yin reassured him. "Why did you come here in the first place?" Yang said plainly.

"I wanted to thank you," Tissues said, heaving himself up into a standing position. "For being so nice to me yesterday. I don't think I would be feeling so much better now if it weren't for you guyse," Tissues wobbled a bit, holding his head. "I mean... i still feel bad, but..." There was a small silence.

"O-oh. It's no problem," Yinyang answered bashfully. "Anything for a friend!" Yin added.

"A friend?" Tissues smiled, his eyes having a strange twinkle in them. Yinyang couldn't help but smile at his goofiness. 

"Are you... Alright?? Do you need help getting back to your room?" Yin said, concerned. 

"Hhuuhhh.. No. I wasn't gonna- I was gonna- uhh. ask if you wanted to uhhh. Hang out? Cause I was out of commission yesterday." Tissues stuttered.

"Well sure," Yinyang said, shrugging. "But what would we do?" 

"Thats the thing. I didn't think of anything before i fell asleep," Tissues laughed awkwardly.

"Oh." Yinyang giggled. "We could just see if there's anything on downstairs,"

"Sure thing." Tissues smiled, and grabbed Yinyang's hand.

Down the elevator, through twisting orange-yellow hallways, two friends holding hands less out of affection and more just so they don't separate. Tissues' head suddenly jolted to the side and he stopped suddenly, inertia causing Yinyang to bump into him. This time the sheer force from the collision sent Tissues face first into the hotel carpet. 

"God damnit." Yang cursed. "Be nice," Yin said, which earned him a small slap in the face. "Are you okay, Tissues?"

"HAAHH-" Tissues heaved himself up. "What is that?" Tissues pointed to a spot of orange wallpaper, near the floor in a small, slightly secluded corner of the hotel hallway.

"What is what?" Yang said, looking at where he was pointing. Upon closer inspection, the place where Tissues was pointing at looked... strange. Under the wallpaper, there seemed to be a small square imprint of something that looked a lot like a miniature door. 

"Wait, you're right. There's definitely something there," Yinyang said.

Tissues scooted up closer to it on his knees and inspected the strange imprint. "It looks like something was wallpapered over here."

"Let's rip it open," Yang said devilishly. "No!! We don't know what it is," Yin said. 

"Don't you wanna know, though?" Yang responded. "But- It might be private! Or dangerous," Yin said back. While the two were busy arguing, Tissues was already picking away at the wallpaper until he found somewhere where he could start ripping.

RRRIIIPPP... The wallpaper was surprisingly weak and yielded easily. The two halves instantly dropped their argument when they saw what was behind the wallpaper- A small wooden door made of darkly stained wood. It looked old, and the doorknob was missing. Just as they had expected- a mystery door. It was much too small for anyone to fit into, but it seemed like it could be pried open... What could possibly be inside?

"Should we open it?" Tissues said.

"No! We've seen enough. What if we get in trouble with OJ?" Yin whined. "So? Admit it, you also want to see what's behind there." Yang responded, obviously annoyed.

"We're not opening it." Yin said seriously. 

"I'm gonna open it," Tissues said.

"Not you too, Tissues!" Yin gasped. Yang laughed. "Yes, yes open it!" He said, baring his sharp teeth. 

Tissues tried to dig his fingers into the doorframe to open it up, and it came open easy as if it were magic. The inside was completely dark, an almost inky blackness- and the way the light was positioned wasn't illuminating what was inside. Tissues' jaw hung open. A small spider crawled out of the hole in a hurry, and he stumbled back in surprise.

"Woah... What do you think .... Do you have your phone..? We could use the flashlight." Yinyang said, and Tissues fumbled a bit before he reached up and plunged his hand into the top of his head, the slit where the actual tissue part of Tissues is dispensed- and he rummaged around inside himself for a couple seconds, much to Yinyang's surprise. Tissues pulled out his phone after a couple seconds, powering it on and struggling for a couple seconds before turning on the flashlight function. The beam of light cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. Both of them peered into the doorway.

The inside was almost empty, save for a large stack of what appeared to be magazines. The walls were made of bare planks of wood with insulation peeking through the cracks- as well as a huge pipe going along the back. After a couple seconds of hushed, awed silence, Tissues reached in and pulled out the large stack. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if nobody had touched it in a long time. Tissues blew on it, and dust flew into the air. 

"HACK- COUGH, COUGH... HUHH.." Tissues examined the cover of the top magazine. It seemed to be very old- The paper was yellowed and it appeared to be a wildlife magazine. The cover was plastered all over with still- vibrant green flora with several small purple bugs resting on the leaves of the cover- Tissues held it up and Yinyang leaned in close to inspect the cover further. In big, black, blocky font was the name of the magazine in some kind of unfamiliar foreign language. 

"Woah.... What's this doing here?" Tissues said. "Who do you think is hiding these?" He said, moving on to the next magazine, which seemed similar, but this time it appeared to be a magazine about cars- Super old ones. The next one was almost the same, except it looked to be a modeling and makeup magazine. All of them were in the same foreign language- which looked similar to Chinese or Korean.

"What in the world..?" Yinyang said. "Who knew... Stuff like this was hiding in the hotel. It was only built a couple years ago, and..." Yinyang trailed off mid-sentence when they flipped to a magazine that appeared to be advertising the very first Melife products. Big bulky computers, old monitors, and even the very first Flip MePhone were sprawled across the cover. "Woah.. This one's super old,"

"Do you think anyone would mind if we took these?" Tissues said aloud. "I think it'd be cool if we could look at em in detail," He continued. "But I don't know how to read this. Do you know what language this is?" 

"Hmm. I don't know, actually." Yinyang said. "We don't speak anything but English and Italian." 

"Hmmm.... I'll ask OJ about them. You two wait here and guard the magazines, I'm pretty sure I know where he's at." Tissues said, getting up. Before he could leave, Yinyang grabbed his wrist with a certain forcefulness. 

"No. It's okay," Yinyang said, deadpan, without looking Tissues in the eyes.. "I really wanna read these. We'll return them later, I promise." 

Tissues seemed a bit offput. "Wha.... Well... um... uhh. Sure," Tissues laughed. He wasn't about to start to argue. He sat back down and noticed that Yinyang was staring at a particular magazine. It was at the very bottom of the pile,

and looked to be a lot newer- It was in English too. It seemed like a crafting magazine, with buttons and sewing supplies on the cover. Yinyang was seemingly fixated on another fact, though, which was that a large white piece of paper was tucked in between two of the pages. He pulled it out slowly and saw that there was handwriting scrawled hastily on it in marker- Also in English. 

"TRY MAKING A COLLAGE"

The two objects just stared at it in awe. "This thing just keeps getting weirder," Tissues said aloud. "Who do you think these are for?" 

"I have no idea," Yinyang said, "Do you think...? Maybe whoever left it here was just waiting for someone to find it," 

"Maybe." Tissues said. "I still say we ask OJ,"

"Are you kidding? He'll kill us," Yang said. "We shouldn't have opened the door in the first place. But i agree, the last thing we need is him to be mad at us." Yin continued.

"You've got a point." Tissues said. "Do you want to.... Y'know, take them? The magazines?"

"Yeah, let's hurry. It's only a little while before someone notices and asks what we're doing," Yinyang said harshly. 

"Hehe, our first mystery adventure together!" Tissues said, giggling in a hushed voice. He stacked the magazines hurriedly, giving half the stack to his partner in crime before they made a break for it. Tissues closed the small door behind him using his foot. The entire time running, Tissues was trying his best to keep up with his rushed gait that was less like a run and more like a waddle.

Up the elevator, through twisting orange-yellow hallways, and back to where they started from. The only person who caught them on the way up was Pickle- But he was absorbed in his headphones and didn't seem to really care what the two weirdos were up to. Once they got to their door- Tissues dropped the stack he was carrying and wiped the sweat off his forehead, trying to catch his breath. 

"Ok, we're here, you got it from here?" Tissues said, out of breath. “Huff, huff..” Yinyang opened the door, and the Cherries were sitting in bed and reading 2 copies of the same book. He hastily sneaked past the twins, and placed the stack next to his bed, Tissues trailing after him. Yinyang flopped onto his bed and sighed.

"That was stressful!" Yin cried. "Well we made it," Yang continued. 

"That was surely something," Tissues said, giggling. "I feel like i could take on the world... That was the most adventure i've had like, ever." Tissues climbed into Yinyang's bed and tucked himself in. "Goodnight, i'm going to bed and never getting up ever. My life is complete." Yinyang laughed and shoved him. He slipped and fell off the bed with a yelp.

"Hey! That was mean." Tissues said, laughing.

"Sorry!" Yin said, giggling and kicking the covers off so he could reach down and help Tissues crawl back up onto their bed. Tissues stumbled and ended up uncomfortably close to Yinyang's face, both of them starting to blush. Yinyang laughed, the same crystal clear, genuine laugh- Tissues couldn't help but smile as a warm feeling flooded his chest. Was this what having friends was like? 

The rest of the night was spent together with the TV on. Cherries didn't seem to mind.

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WARNING: The next part has slight mentions of self harm. Beware and don’t read if this will upset you!

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By the time Yinyang woke up, Tissues was gone. He just assumed that he'd gone back to his room- Tissues' sleep schedule was entirely unpredictable. One of the many symptoms of his condition- Wait, his condi-shawn, but Yinyang always tended to sleep in. Even when he wanted to get up early, One half always argued to sleep longer until the other half gave in. He tossed and turned in his sleep a lot. 

Yinyang woke up, cracked his knuckles, and looked over to the side of the bed. The magazines were still there, untouched, in the same haphazard skewed stack- The note kept echoing in their minds. Something so special, something so personal was living right under his nose in the hotel and he didn't even notice? The spiritual side of Yinyang couldn't help but think that the note was for him. A sign of some kind. It didn't help that it was so plainly ordering him to do something. 

"TRY MAKING A COLLAGE"

The phrase bounced around inside his head like a ping pong ball. He sighed and got up, reaching his hand in between his mattress and his box spring- Rummaging around and pulling out an old pair of metal scissors with a black plastic handle. Yinyang looked at it and frowned, looked back at his wrist, which was scarred with criss-crosses, and put the scissors on his bedside table. It'd been a long time since he had last hurt himself, and he was determined to give that old pair of scissors new life. This was the most in sync his two halves had felt in a long time. Yin and Yang tend to get along well when they decide that something is serious. He got up out of bed, went downstairs clinging to the metal handle the entire way down, and knocked on the door of OJ's office.

"What is it?" OJ's voice answered from behind the door.

"It's just us. Can we borrow something?" 

"Yinyang? What do you want?" OJ said, walking over to the door and opening it. 

"Can we borrow some paper and some glue?" Yinyang said bashfully.

"What for?" OJ said, looking Yinyang up and down inquisitively. 

"A.... collage." Yinyang said quietly.

"A what?" OJ said.

"It'sforacollage," Yinyang said again.

"Huh?"

"It's for. a. collage." Yinyang said, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh. Sure! I didn't take you as the arts and crafts type," OJ teased.

"Shut up or i'll drink you," Yang growled.

"Jeez, don't get snippy. I'll bring that out for ya, just give me a second. I've only got glue sticks, if that's okay?" OJ said. "And I don't have any magazines or pictures or anything like that. Do you have your own?"

"Yup. Sounds good," Yin said cheerily. "I'll bring everything back that I don't use,"  

OJ turned around and looked inside one of his file cabinets- His office was usually cluttered and he only spent about an hour a day in there managing the hotel. He got what he needed, and handed Yinyang a medium sized piece of posterboard and a gluestick with the seal still unbroken. Yinyang nodded and grabbed them.

"Thanks!" He said.

"No problem!" OJ said, sighing and closing the office door behind him. Yinyang made their way back to their bedroom, thinking about what they were going to make. Yin and Yang had different ideas- But in their mindscape, they seemed to coexist and mash together into something wonderful and surreal, blending together into a mash of words and sounds and pictures. Before they knew it, they were sitting down sprawled on their bedroom floor organizing magazine clippings.

Yinyang just cut out anything that caught his eye. It felt good to be holding these scissors to make something beautiful and passionate instead of using them for harm- Most of the clippings he ended up cutting out were from the first 3 that he grabbed from the pile. 

After that, it was just blur of scissors, paper and glue- He cut out every single Melife product almost surgically and filled their screens with butterflies. Cluttered imagery of thick vines twisting around scientific diagrams of the brain, monochrome intertwined with overgrown flora. His halves were working independently but smoothly communicating with one another- They had different visions, but the purpose of the collage as an art form is to combine things together into a slurry of emotions and vivid images. Once he was done, the finished collage was giant, beautiful and terrifying, a lot of the clippings hanging off of the edges of the posterboard.

Yinyang sat back and just stared at it for a while. He should make collages more often.

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About an hour later, Yinyang's MePhone started to vibrate and ring violently, and he jumped. Looking at the screen, it was an unsaved number- But he didn't usually get calls, so he answered it. "Hello?" "Uhhhhh Hai guyse, what's your favorite pizza topping?" It was unmistakably Tissues. "Ummm... Olives?" They said. "Ok BAI GUYSE!" Tissues said and immediately hung up the phone. Huh. Weird.

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[fantastic-bby]

A Flame in the Dark - 1

Pairing: (F)Reader x San

Word count: 6.1k

Genre: Angst | Friends to Strangers | Strangers to Enemies | Demi-demon!Reader | Mage!San

Summary: San's life has been pretty suffocating. His childhood friend disappeared and his parents had forced him into a magic academy against his will. Although he's made new friends, the walls of the academy tend to feel like a prison to him.

With how he's already constantly sneaking out at night to get out of the academy, he thinks he's found a way to not feel so trapped. But San's habit of sneaking out just makes his life a whole lot more difficult...

Warnings: Violence | Gore | Blood | Use of dark magic | San gets hurt 

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And where do you think you’re going?” The sharp voice made San jump. He turned around to see Seonghwa glaring at him, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Nowhere. I was just looking out the window,” San lied as he turned back out the window, adjusting himself as to not make it seem like he was going to climb out. 

“Uhuh, staring out the window wearing the same robe you wear every time you sneak out with Wooyoung and Yeosang.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes, knowing how often the three would sneak out. “You have a test on Monday, San. It’s not wise for you to sneak out now,” the older mage warned. 

“You say that all the time, hyung.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “We never get in trouble anyways. It’s boring being cooped up in this place,” San huffed out. 

“Just because nothing bad has happened, doesn’t mean it won’t happen eventually,” Seonghwa stated, “if you get caught, the elder council will suspend your magic and then you’ll really be bored.” He snorted. San let out a soft scoff before turning back out the window.

San leaned against the window sill and looked out at the bright moon shining in the sky. Mages in the modern world were rare, which left San forced into the magic academy when his family had realised he had magic talent. Mage students weren’t allowed to leave the academy without the elders knowing一the council was too scared that the students would be killed or kidnapped by dark mages. 

San had met Wooyoung and Yeosang when he had gotten there. They shared the same fate of being forced into the academy without much of their own will. Seonghwa, on the other hand, had gone against his parents’ wishes and enrolled himself into the school. To San, Seonghwa wasn’t bad, though he did have a tendency of acting a bit bossier than the other students. 

All of them had their own abilities and even though San wouldn’t admit it, he was the strongest among the three. Hell, he was among the strongest of the fire mages. San could control combustion from miles away, he was able to light fires faster with a bigger range, and he was able to learn spells faster than most mages.

“Don’t let your strength get to your head, San,” Seonghwa advised before he left the mage. San let out a huff of annoyance. 

“Don’t read my thoughts then,” he snapped back as he watched the telepathic mage leave. He turned back out the window. 

“Did Seonghwa hyung get to you again?” Yeosang’s voice echoed in San’s mind. 

“You telepathic mages are always in my head, huh?” San grumbled in his mind, earning a soft chuckle from Yeosang. 

“You didn’t show up. Wooyoung gave me no other choice,” he stated. 

“You’re clairvoyant and telepathic. Wouldn’t you be able to see me not coming anyway?” he questioned as he slipped the black robe off and hung it in his closet. 

“You know I’m not strong enough to see everyone’s future,” Yeosang argued. “Wooyoung wasn’t giving me a chance to try and see yours anyway. His voodoo spells are scary,” he joked. 

“I trust that you won’t give him any opportunities to use it on you,” San chuckled as he sat at his desk, the desk lamp illuminating his otherwise dark room. “Go and have fun. I don’t think Seonghwa hyung would just come in and leave me for too long.” 

“Whatever you say. But, if anything happens, I’ll be calling for you,” he answered and San could imagine him nodding to him right before he felt Yeosang’s presence leave his mind. 

San looked at the unlit candle sitting on his desk and raised his hand in front of it before snapping his fingers; a flame lighting at the wick. He laid his head down against the table and let his hand control the strength of the flame, watching as it burned brighter before he completely put it out with a soft sigh slipping past his lips. He sat up and rested his elbow on the table, his chin on his hand as he thought about what to do. 

San was so bored.

His eyes caught sight of the metal band sitting on his desk. He picked up the ring, fiddling it with his fingers as he thought about the memories it carried. San thought back to the time before he was enrolled in the academy一before anyone really figured out he had magical ability. He had met a girl at the park. She was the same age as him. 

San knew that from the moment that they had met, they shared a strange connection that he had never had with anyone else before. The two would meet up at the park for their daily playdates and San honestly loved being with her. He thought that they would be friends forever. San wanted to be friends with her forever. He wanted her by his side for the rest of his life. 

In an attempt to keep her close to him, he had somehow gotten his hands on a matching ring set and gave her one. He told her if she was ever sad or lonely, the ring would be there for her like he would. Oh, how his hopes came crashing down. She had suddenly disappeared. No warning. No message. She left without a trace and left San devastated with only a ring to remember her by. 

He turned to the top bunk of the bunk bed. His roommate was out for the weekend to spend time with his family, leaving San alone in his room. He looked around at his desk. San had already finished all of his assignments and he had no other spells he wanted to learn. His strength in his ability already had him finishing most of the spells needed for his classes. 

“Uhh, San. We might need some help.” Yeosang’s voice echoed in his head. San furrowed his brows right as the image of dark mages popped into his head. “We pissed off some dark mages in the abandoned part of town,” he stated. 

San was quick to grab his robe and climb out of the window. He jumped out of the window, the wind hitting him in the face. Having already mastered flight, he was able to make his way to his friends faster than he usually would. His shoes hit the ground and he was beside Wooyoung, the blood dripping down his face and his heavy breathing already letting San know how much he had already fought. 

“Where’s Yeosang?” San questioned softly as the two stared down the three dark mages. 

“One of the mages threw him against the building. He’s over there,” Wooyoung gestured his head to Yeosang’s limp body laying on the ground, “I can still sense him, he’s fine, just knocked out.” 

“Awww, you light mages are so weak.” One of the mages snickered, her eyes glowing from underneath her hoodie. 

“Can’t even take down a few girls, huh?” the other teased. 

“Don’t underestimate light mages,” San snapped at them, his fists clenched. He knew better than to lash out using his magic. If he could take Wooyoung and Yeosang home without using his magic, he would.

“We’ve already proven that we’re stronger than your friends,” you chuckled darkly as you raised your hand, a small glow of green light emitting from your palm. A nature mage? San thought.

“You haven’t proven you’re stronger than me,” he retaliated with a smirk. If you really were a nature mage, it would make it easy for San to overpower you.

“The first is elemental.” Yeosang’s voice filled San’s mind. Boy, was he glad Yeosang was able to move his consciousness into other people’s minds. “She threw a rock at us. The one in the middle, she’s an ice user,” he added. San focused on the mage in the middle, only now aware of the shards of ice sticking out of her hands. “And the last - the light is to confuse you. She’s a darkin; a demon.” San kept his eyes on you, the green glow growing brighter. 

Darkins were dangerous. They were incredibly strong even without any magical training whatsoever. You were seemingly the strongest out of the three based on what San knew. He relaxed his palm. Darkins were deceiving, mischievous, and evil for the most part. He had no choice. 

“A darkin? I’ve never met one in real life,” San stated and a smirk tugged on his lips when he saw your cocky demeanor falter for a split second. Your left eye glowed red from underneath your hood. 

“Smart for a light mage,” you commented. “Let’s see if you’re smart enough to go against one.” He watched as your form disappeared. 

“I can take the other two. It’s the darkin we had trouble with,” Wooyoung stated right as he dodged a large icicle. San turned around just in time to see you lunging towards him from behind, a pair of black wings extended behind you, your left eye glowing red, and black claws extended from the tips of your fingers. 

So, this was a darkin. 

San managed to dodge your lunge only to be hit in the shoulder with dark energy. If he wasn’t prepared, he would’ve been thrown backwards. He watched you disappear again, trying his best to read your fighting tactics as fast as he could to counter them. If San threw his magic without reading you properly, it would be a waste of his energy. 

Calculate, San. He thought to himself. You were trying to confuse him when you reappeared only to disappear once again. “Left,” Yeosang’s thoughts echoed. San threw his fist to the left, coming into contact with your chest. Fire. In a burst of flames, he shot you back with enough strength to throw you into one of the buildings. 

“Should I call Seonghwa hyung?” Yeosang’s voice questioned. San turned to see Wooyoung standing strong, one of your friends on the ground and the other already seemingly out of energy. 

“We can leave now. They’re weak.” San ran to Yeosang’s weak body, helping him up before running to grab Wooyoung’s arm. “We leave now,” he ordered just as a blast of dark energy came from your direction, knocking the three to the ground. “Shit. Woo, can you keep her on the ground?” San turned to Wooyoung, using his hand to create a ring of fire to protect them, their bodies being encompassed by the heat. 

“My magic controls everything but darkins. They’re darker than my magic,” he shook his head. “But, my spells on the other two won’t last for much longer.” 

“Take Yeosang and get out of here. I’ll handle the darkin until it’s safe for me to leave.” He decided as he pushed the two. 

“W-Wait, San,” Yeosang winced once he was back in his own body, the sheer action of trying to reach for San hurting him. 

“The darkin will stop us before we can get far. I need to hold her back. Go,” San urged. Wooyoung and Yeosang looked at him hesitantly before running through the fire and heading the opposite direction. San watched as a burst of darkness flew towards his friends, throwing himself in it’s path instead. He fell to the ground with a heavy groan, his body already feeling the effects of the darkness. 

“Trying to be a hero, aren’t you?” you fake pouted as you loomed over him. “Such a shame you have you waste your magic with the light mages. You’d make a good dark mage.” You chuckled as you extended your hand, San feeling an invisible grip on the collar of his shirt pulling him up into the air. 

He finally realised why darkins were so feared by humans. Their abilities could be harnessed by humans, but darkins had strength that no mage could ever match up to. San could feel the grip move to his throat and he struggled against your power. He could feel the air leaving his body as he tried to free himself. 

“Can’t fight back? Why? Darkin got your tongue?” you teased, your wings carrying you into the air so you were right in front of him. “My mission is to wipe out as many light mages as I can. Looks like I can add you and your friends’ heads to my collection,” your words struck San’s core. 

Wooyoung and Yeosang. 

The image of his friends running away flashed into his mind. If they could make it back alive and safe, that’s all that would matter. San’s hand raised as subtly as it could to your abdomen and with a combustion spell, you were thrown back onto the ground. He dropped to the ground, coughing as he tried to gather as much air and strength as he could. 

Your recovery time was a disadvantage to San. He had just knocked you down yet you were already back on your feet, your magic still as strong as when you had started fighting. San regained his composure as quick as he could, but it still gave him barely enough time to dodge your magic. 

Focus, San. He gritted his teeth when he was knocked back by you. You’re stronger than this. He turned to look at you. He couldn’t let himself get tossed around like this; not when the lives of his friends were at stake. If he could hit knock you down once, he would be able to run. San looked down to his hand, clenching his fist he knew just what he had to do. 

“Stop thinking and fight me, mage,” you goaded as you threw yourself towards him, knocking him back with your body. San managed to keep himself on his feet and gathered enough magic to blast you away from him. It still wasn’t enough. 

His hand moved to chase after the slim chance that he could hit you, the burst of fire hitting you directly in your face and singing the edges of your hoodie. You fell back to the ground一your legs barely able to steady yourself, scraping both of your knees on the tarmac and splitting your leggings open. You grimaced at both the feeling of your knees as well as the burnt skin of your face and glared at San. He stood strong as he watched you carefully. 

This mage is stronger than I thought. You thought to yourself. If you were being honest, he was the strongest mage you had ever gone against. His predictions were good, his movement was swift and his control on his magic was almost as good as yours. You turned to your weakened friends, their bodies struggling against the voodoo spell placed on them. Fucking voodoo magic. You scoffed in your mind and turned around only to be faced with San’s body lunging towards you and his hand glowing. 

The blast from his hand threw your body back. San watched you roll against the ground and decided now was the safest time to leave. He ran in the direction of the academy, the adrenaline in his body keeping his legs moving despite how exhausted he was. You watched as he did, clicking your tongue in annoyance when you realised chasing him would be fruitless. 

You picked yourself off of the ground and managed to unbind the spell on your friends, helping them up.

“You okay?” Aisha asked as she clutched her aching bicep. 

“Yeah, that fire mage was strong,” you nodded as you picked Eunha’s limp body off of the ground. 

“That voodoo mage did a number on Eunha. She’s pretty much out,” she mumbled out as she helped you lift up the younger ice mage. 

“Voodoo mages are always annoying,” you state. “Let’s just get her back to the den. She needs to rest.”

“San!” Wooyoung exclaimed when he saw his friend climb in through the window.

“Woo? What are you doing here? You should be resting in your room,” San questioned as he took his robe off, only now aware of how the dark magic was affecting his body. The darkness lingered on his skin, his shoulder showing a wound that was a reminder of your magic. “Where’s Yeosang?” 

“I used my magic to try and help him regain his strength. He’s resting in our room,” Wooyoung explained. “Should we tell the elder council we came across a darkin?” he questioned as he watched San examine his wound in the mirror by his closet. 

“And let them know we were out after curfew?” he turned to Wooyoung with a raised eyebrow. 

“It’s better we let them know. It’s dangerous for a darkin to be out and about like that,” Wooyoung shrugged. 

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure she’s part of a dark mage den. Even if the elder council knew, they can���t do anything about it without causing an actual war between the light mages and the dark mages,” San stated, his eyes turning back to look at the black blood slowly oozing out of his wound. “How’s your head?” he asked Wooyoung, looking at him through the mirror. 

“It’s not that bad. It was from the ice mage, so it won’t affect me that much,” he muttered out as he approached San to take a look at the wound on his shoulder. “Darkin magic is insane. I can’t believe it actually turns your blood black.” He grimaced as he watched the thick, black liquid run down San’s arm.

“It’s a good lesson. Now we know what to expect from a darkin.” He shrugged as Wooyoung ushered him to his bed, urging the fire mage to lay down. “What are you doing?” San asked as he watched Wooyoung pull a doll out of the pocket of his bomber jacket. 

“What else? I’m gonna try and voodoo your brain to focus on healing your shoulder,” Wooyoung responded. “Head down and clear your mind,” he ordered. San obliged, laying his head against his pillow and watched as Wooyoung closed his eyes. 

“You won’t kill me, right?” San joked, laughing when Wooyoung opened his eyes and gave him a glare. 

“Do you want me to heal your shoulder or not?” he raised an eyebrow. San couldn’t hold back his smile as he closed his eyes. He heard Wooyoung muttering something to the doll before he drifted off, the exhaustion taking over his mind. 

San woke the next morning to the feeling of sunlight gleaming onto his face. He sat up, letting out a groan from the ache in his entire body. He looked around the empty room with half lidded eyes as he recalled the events from the night before. San dragged himself to the mirror to inspect his wound, impressed by Wooyoung’s magic when he saw it almost completely healed. 

He ran his fingers over the wound, his fingers feeling the rigidness of his healing skin. The image of your face flashed across San’s mind. He swore he had seen you before. Whatever memory he had of you was faded and broken.

“Are you not coming down for breakfast?” Yeosang’s voice questioned in his mind. San turned to the clock hanging off of the wall. 10:30. It wasn’t late, per se, but the councils and the mentors preferred that the students would be awake before 10 even on the weekends. San took a shower, letting the hot water soothe his aching body before making his way down to the dining room where Yeosang and Wooyoung had already begun their breakfast. 

San sat himself beside Yeosang, taking notice of the bandages covering his left eye and cheek. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked the clairvoyant. 

“Really shitty, but I feel better than last night,” he replied with a mouthful of his egg sandwich. 

“Sorry I couldn’t help heal your arm completely,” Wooyoung spoke up. “I didn’t have enough energy to continue, but I did the best I could.” He gave San an apologetic smile. 

“It’s okay, Woo. It doesn’t hurt anymore which is good.” San shot him a reassuring look just as footsteps entered the dining room. 

“You have to tell me what happened before Seonghwa finds out,” the electrokinetic mage crossed her arms over her chest as she looked between the three. 

“What are you talking about?” Yeosang coolly asked. Jihyo glared at him before pointing her finger at her arm and zapping him with electricity. “Ah!” he yelped, jumping from his seat. 

“If Seonghwa comes in here and sees your bandages, you know he’ll yell at you,” she huffed. 

“We got into a fight with dark mages,” Wooyoung blurted out, earning glares from both San and Yeosang. Jihyo’s eyes widened. 

“Dark mages? Last night? After curfew?!” Her voice lowered as she hissed at them. 

“And a darkin.” San muttered out, deciding that it was better than hiding it from their senior. 

“A darkin? They still mingle with humans?” Jihyo questioned as she sat across from them. “I thought darkins stopped joining dark mage dens.” She muttered, but it was more to herself. 

“Doesn’t matter whether they do or not, the darkin last night was strong.” He stated. 

“They’re demonsーof course they’re strong,” she mutters. She leaned back in the chair and bit her lip. Jihyo had yet to come across darkins in her lifetime since most of them stopped enrolling in academies. 

“Noona,” Wooyoung’s voice snapped the female mage out of her thoughts. “Should we tell the elder council there’s a darkin in the dark mage den?” he asked. Jihyo thought about it. 

“We should. Darkins are dangerous.” she nodded. “But, they’ll suspend your magic for a month since you left after curfew,” she added as she narrowed her eyes. “Had you not snuck out, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” 

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t have figured out there was darkin in our midst,” Yeosang argued. Jihyo clicked her tongue at him. 

“Come on, noona. It was a bit of a good idea to sneak out,” Wooyoung snickered. 

“If you three had died last night, it wouldn’t have been such a good idea,” she snapped, shutting him up. “You’re lucky your friends with such a strong fire mage.” Her eyes landed on San. “I trust you the most out of all three of you. Make sure they stop getting into trouble. I’m going to let the elders know about the darkin,” Jihyo spoke as she stood up from her seat. The three of them watched as she was about to leave the dining room, but San quickly stopped her. 

“Wait, noona! I don’t know if this will help, but the darkin only had one red eye,” he told her. 

“Only one?” She turned around to face them. San nodded as clarification and her face contorted in confusion. “My mother said they barely ever have only one red eye,” she simpered before leaving. 

“Does that mean anything?” Wooyoung turned to Yeosang who only shrugged in response. Their knowledge on darkins was too limited to know.

“A strong fire mage?” Elder Kae questioned you. It was a bit of a shock to the elders when you told them that you, a darkin, had lost to a mere human. 

“If I had to guess, his ability could almost match up to mine.” You nodded, a bit embarrassed to admit it. Elder Kae leaned  back in his seat, glancing over at the other two elders. 

“For a darkin to admit that, I think we have to believe you,” Elder Omi muttered. She had her finger tapping her lip as she thought about it. 

“A mage that is almost as strong as a darkin is not good for us dark mages,” Elder Luka pointed out. He turned to Elder Kae. “What shall we do, brother?” he questioned. 

“There’s nothing that we can do other than starting a war with the light mages once again,” Elder Kae muttered out. 

“Are we willing to put our students against their academy just because of one mage?” Elder Omi questioned, causing the twin elders to look at her. 

“There’s a chance there are other mages as strong as the one (Y/n) has mentioned,” he stated. The three elders looked between each other before turning back to you. 

“My dear, are you willing to fight against the light mages?” she asked, eyeing you carefully with her piercing blue eyes. 

“I could take out as many mages as it takes, Elder Omi,” you nodded. “I have many heads on my wall, what’s wrong with adding more?” you chuckled. 

“This is why this darkin is my favourite,” Elder Luka chuckled. 

“If you are willing to go against the light mages to take down this fire mage, then so be it.” Elder Kae smiled, proud of his student. “Shall we bring war upon the light mages, elders?” he turned to the two. 

“Light mages are in the way of our plans anyway. It’ll be good to take them down a notch,” he chuckled.

“Get some rest, (Y/n). We shall discuss this further. Thank you for bringing this to our attention.” Elder Omi smiled, gesturing for you to leave their office. You bowed to them before leaving, being greeted by Aisha. 

“What did the elders say?” she asked as she followed you down the hallway of the den. 

“They might call war on the light mages to take out the fire mage we fought last night,” you told her. Her eyes widened in shock but you could hear her mind starting to bubble with excitement. “I can hear your thoughts, Sha. You’re such a psycho.” you joked. 

“Chaos excites me and you know that. Plus, you’re a darkin. You’re made to cause chaos,” Aisha rolled her eyes as the both of you made your way to the dormitories. 

“Isn’t that why we click so well?” You cocked an eyebrow and glanced over at her, your left eye flashing red out of the sheer excitement from wreaking chaos on the light mages. Your heart swelled at the idea of fighting the fire mage again. It had been a while since you had a good fight and he seemed to be able to make you tired during a fight. 

You made your way to your bedroom, seeing Eunha sitting on the edge of her bed and healing her swollen wrist with her magic. Her head lifted when she heard the door open and she flashed you a tired smile. 

“How’s your wrist?” you questioned as you closed the door. 

“I’m still too weak to heal faster than this.” She sighed as she stopped to roll her wrist. “My magic isn’t as strong as it usually is. That fucking voodoo mage pushed pins into my joints,” she grumbled. You sat beside her and took her wrist in your hands gently. 

“Voodoo mages are annoying,” you stated softly as you hover your hand over her wrist. Your healing magic was still weak, but it was more than Eunha could do and soon the swell had almost disappeared completely. “Anything else that hurts?” You watched as she moved her wrist around slowly. 

“I healed all over except for my wrist.” She shook her head and smiled at you, “thanks eunnie.” 

“You should spend a lot of your time resting. The elders might call war on the light mages to take out the fire mage.” You stated as you sat at your desk and looked at your hands. The ashy look at the tips of your fingers were what remained of your claws. You picked up the mirror that was sitting at your desk.

“War?” Eunha questioned, her eyes flashing with excitement. You heard her heartbeat pick up and you nodded, your fingers tracing the fading black veins that were creeping up your neck and onto your face. Your eyes stopped at the sight of the ring on your finger. You couldn’t remember exactly why you had it, but you knew that it meant something. 

“That fire mage was strong enough to run away from me. It’ll get in the way of our plans.” You sighed softly as you put the mirror back down and leaned back into your chair. “Mother will be disappointed that I let a mage escape from me,” you muttered to yourself. 

“Are you going to tell her?” she asked, causing you to turn to look at her. 

“She’ll be more upset if the elders tell her before I do,” you sighed as you stood up. “I’m going to the underworld. Don’t wait up for me,” you said before pressing your palm against the wall, waiting until the wall cracked over to reveal the fire of the underworld. 

“I’ll let the elders know you’re visiting your mother,” Eunha’s voice spoke just as you stepped into your second home, the walls closing behind you. Your heart started to beat fast as the view of hell grew bigger the further you walked. Your mother was the only being that you were scared of in both the underworld and the human realm. 

The cries of the tortured souls filled your mind and you were somewhat glad your mother let you stay with your human father in the human realm. It would be a pain to listen to the cries everyday even for a being that was as sadistic as you. 

“(Y/n) noona, welcome back.” The gatekeeper smiled at you. 

“It’s been a while Xion.” You nodded as you looked around at the line of souls waiting to get to the afterlife. “Has it been busy? There seems to be more souls than the last time I was here,” you pointed out. 

“Definitely more than when you were here before. But, it’s still bearable. Hwanwoong’s somewhere around here. He got lost among the souls,” Xion muttered out as he tried to look for his gatekeeping partner. 

“I’ll just say hi to him if I see him. Bye Xion.” You waved at the demon as you walked past the gates and made your way through hell. Carriages of various demons and souls filled your view as well as the souls working to fill their sentences. 

“Noona! (Y/n) noona!” A familiar voice made you turn around to see Seungmin flying towards you, his tiny black wings folding when he landed in front of you. 

“Seungmin! You can fly!” you exclaimed in surprise as you moved behind him to look at his growing wings. 

“My wings are finally getting stronger! I can’t fly for long distances, but I’ve been practicing long enough to get around the area faster.” He grinned proudly. 

“I’m so proud of you, Seungmin. The last time I was here your wings were still smaller and more fragile,” you smiled as you unfolded his wings with your hands to look at them. The leathery skin was still softer than yours but the younger darkin had come a long way to get to this point. 

“(Y/n).” Your mother’s voice echoed eerily throughout the underworld and you felt your body shiver in fear. “I need to see you.” You looked to Seungmin and you both shared the same wide eyed and fearful look. 

“She sounds angry,” he muttered softly. 

“I think I know why.” You cringed at the thought of the elders letting your mother know about your failure before you could. Your wings stretched out behind you and you flew straight to your mother’s castle, the guards immediately letting you in when they saw you. Your footsteps echoed throughout the stone hallway and you could feel your body shaking as you dreaded seeing your mother. 

You pushed open the large wooden doors to her throne room and you were faced with a very angry looking darkin. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she leaned back into the velvet fabric of her golden throne. 

“I heard news,” she spoke up as she watched you approach her. “How could you let a simple fire mage out of your grasp?” she scolded. You looked down to the red carpet, unable to look her in the eyes from how scared you were. You heard her sigh softly before her heels started to approach you. You were trying your best to maintain your composure, but your body was trembling. “My dear, how are you supposed to take over the throne if you can allow a mage to escape?” Your mother lifted your chin with her finger so you looked straight into her glowing red eyes.

“I-I d-d-didn’t mean to,” you stuttered out. She pursed her lips and let out another sigh. 

“(Y/n), I left you to live with your father because I knew you could destroy worlds. I want you to be prepared to be the next queen,” she spoke softly, a more motherly tone in her words. 

“H-He was s-strong, mother,” you confessed shamefully. 

“Stronger than you?” She raised an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Then, how was he able to get away? Never let your guard down in a fight, my dear,” she advised. “Sit on my throne, I must show you something.” Your mother gestured her head to the throne and you obliged, sitting yourself onto the plush seat. “You know your father isn’t a pure human, right?” she questioned as she stood behind the seat and hovered her hands on both sides of your head. 

“Yes,” you answered and closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for the vision she was going to show you. 

“Your father isn’t a darkin but he’s still one of the strongest beings in the underworld.” Your mother’s voice faded as the visions of an earlier underworld filled your mind. You saw a younger version of your father running around the underworld with a bag on his shoulders. You knew he was a spirit mage before he was granted life in the human realm, but that was all that you knew. 

You saw how he was granted life in the human realm by your mother. He had fallen in love with her when she was still a young princess and after they had married, your mother decided it was better for you to ruin the lives of humans before becoming the next queen. The gods of heaven couldn’t stop your mother since you were not a pure darkin. Pure darkins were allowed to roam the human realm but were left with the risk of being destroyed if a god found them. 

“You were blessed with the powers of a mage and a darkin, (Y/n).” Your mother’s voice became clearer as the vision faded from your mind and you opened your eyes. “You’re stronger than a human and you’re capable of being as strong as a pure darkin - and with my blood running through your veins, you could become stronger than other darkins.” She spoke as she stood in front of you. “Who are you?” she questioned. 

“The princess,” you stated. 

“Who are you, (Y/n).” Your mother shook her head and you knew she wanted the full answer. You straightened your back. 

“The next queen of the underworld,” you spoke strongly and she smiled at your words. She took a step back. 

“That’s my girl. Now, no more letting light mages go. You were made to ruin lives. The elders tell me that they’re going to call war upon the light mages. I want you to bring home the most heads,” she chuckled as she helped you stand up from her throne. “Wars against magical beings aren’t short, (Y/n). By the time this war is over, you would have aged into a fine young woman who will be ready to rule the underworld,” she smiled as she flicked her wrist to open a portal to the human realm, the sight of your bedroom appearing through the cracks. 

“I’ll kill more light mages than I have to,” you promised her, your left eye flashing red. Your mother’s eyes glowed brighter. 

“I trust that you will. Now, head on home.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek before ushering you to your bedroom. You waved at her as the crack in your wall closed and you turned around to see Eunha tucked into her bed. You looked out the window to see the Sun starting to rise. 

Time in the underworld ran slower than time in the human realm. You had to guess it had already been a few days in the human realm and your phone proved you right. It had been a week despite it only being a few hours in the underworld. You looked out the window and to the rising Sun. 

The throne to the underworld had been a dream of yours ever since you were a baby and first stretching your wings. If you were going to fight that fire mage, you needed to get stronger. You were going to destroy the light mages.

[comfortmarvelimagines]

when you can’t find the quiet part 6

im baaaaackkkkkk !!!! so so so sorry that this took so long. i can’t put into words the sheer amount of shit that’s happened to me in the past few months. hope this at least partially makes up for it (i know it can’t fully, and im sorry)]

tw for near meltdown, self injurious stimming and use of the r slur

Can you please do an autistic!reader where the decathlon team has an excursion to the tower and the avengers say hi to the reader and peter and co.? then flash gets jealous and does something mean,,, some angst resolved with fluff (preferably by mama nat), if not that’s okay

Most kids loved field trips. Even the boring ones. 

Regardless of where it was, a field trip was a break to the mundanity of school. There was increased opportunity for socialising, decreased work demands (no notes to be taken!), and most likely improved lunch options to what the cafeteria typically had to offer. Add on to that the fact that Stark Industries was arguably The Coolest Place on the Planet to the nerds of Midtown and you have a perfect storm of excitement. It seemed that the field trip was all everyone was talking about. Even Peter wouldn’t shut up about how cool it was, despite the fact that he practically lived at the tower. 

You came to the conclusion that you were the only kid in the decathlon team that absolutely did not want to go. 

Field trips were a change in routine. You didn’t know the exact schedule of when things were happening, or what exactly was going to happen. For all your google street-viewing, there was only so much you could find out about what the place would look like, what was inside, whereabouts your group would be visiting. You didn’t know what the buses there would be like, who you’d sit with, what teachers would be on your bus, how many kids would be in each tour group, what time you’d stop to eat lunch, whether the buses would leave on time when it was over. There were so many unpredictabilities, and no one ever seemed to be able to answer your questions. 

Logically, you figured that Stark Industries should be alright, as far as field trips go. You’ve been there before, you know Tony and Nat and Bucky; in theory, you should be okay. You’re okay when you go there after school, and on weekends with Peter. But going there at a different time, to a different part of the building and with more people (including Flash) made you just as anxious as you would be for any other excursion. Which is why you tried everything to get out of it. Started acting ‘sick’ days beforehand, isolating yourself, not talking to anyone, hoping that your absence would be considered a normality by the time the day of the trip rolled around. Only it didn’t work, and you opened the door to an overly bubbly trio of friends bright and early on Wednesday morning. 

“Hey Y/n, you excited for the trip?” Ned, unsurprisingly, was bouncing with excitement, topped off with a garishly conspicuous Stark Industries cap. Every inch the tourist. 

Every inch the opposite of how you were feeling. 

You stood in the doorway at a complete loss. You’d fully intended to stay cooped up in your room all day in your pyjamas, watching random shit on Youtube. The message to the group chat saying that you ‘weren’t feeling well’ was already half composed and ready to send. You’d played the part perfectly, casually mentioning symptoms of illness for days in preparation. But, somehow, you’d made friends with some of the most observant and persistent people you’d ever met. Which for the most part was great, but now it had you wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole. 

You didn’t resist much as MJ marched her way over the threshold and started pulling an outfit out of your wardrobe, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. It wouldn’t have worked. All three of them seemed to know what you were planning on doing and were prepared. By the time you’d thrown on the clothes and haphazardly cleaned yourself up, Peter and Ned had sorted out your backpack with all of the things you used to help deal with the input of bustling New York; noise cancelling headphones, a fidget cube, a bumpy tangle, a squishy dinosaur toy. Seeing as no one would be carrying books or laptops on the excursion, you knew they’d all have smaller bags, but you had your normal sized one. The size and weight and familiarity was comforting. You hoisted it over your shoulders and trudged out the door, dread settled in the depths of your stomach, right hand tapping the side of your thigh. 

***

By the time you arrived at Midtown High and saw the charter bus pulling up outside, the tapping had increased to borderline punching. Ned went to grab your wrist to pull it away, but you turned. The ache in your thigh was the only thing keeping you from running, and you couldn’t explain why. Words weren’t working by that point. The bus ride didn’t improve much; even with headphones on, you could still feel the vibration of the engine running through your toes, resonating upwards, and even the highest noise cancelling setting wasn’t enough to drown out your excited teammates and their impatient chatter. Peter had made sure that the four of you got the bench seat at the back of the bus so that you could all sit together, but you were still mad that they’d made you go. Didn’t they get it? 

Things didn’t improve upon arrival. The staff member with you on the trip was a substitute, as Mr Harrington had other school commitments on the day, and you’d never met her before. A fact that became an issue when she made you take your headphones off when the tour guide turned up, and confiscated them when you were reluctant (despite your friends’ protestations and frantic attempts and explanation). The tour guide herself was nice enough- you’d seen her in the lobby a few times on your way in and out of the tower- but it wasn’t enough to balance out the chaos of the crowded public space. You made it no further than the elevator before pressing your hands over your ears. Hoodie over your head. Eyes half closed. It felt almost cruel that the sensory room, your safe space, was in the same building yet inaccessible. 

Unbeknownst to you, Nat was well aware of the fact that you and Peter were visiting. She’d waited for FRIDAY to announce your presence before heading to the floor she knew the tour would start on, planning to ‘casually’ greet you. She knew about the bullying. She knew about the harassment that Flash gave Peter over the legitimacy of the internship, the deplorable things he’d said to you. And she fully intended to scare the crap out of Flash in the hopes of getting him to leave her kids alone, god damn it. He was the first person she spotted from down the corridor. She knew he was a dick, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Flash live streaming. Phone outstretched, voice raised. 

God, the ego of this kid. 

Your group started moving forwards as she headed towards you. She didn’t say much. 

“Hey Pete, hey Y/n”

The look on Flash’s face was priceless. 

“Y-you know the retard and friends?”

Nat stared, waiting. 

“You mean Penis has a real internship?”

It felt like your guts were fighting to explode out of your body. You pressed your nails into the palms of your hands, in the crease beneath your knuckles. The bluntness of the nails did little to help. 

“That’s enough.” 

You willed your body to stay still, not stim not scream not run.

“Does this school’s policy tolerate that kind of language?”

“Uhh-”

“Yes or no?”

“I’m only a substitute, I’m not familiar with-”

You pressed the heels of your hands to your ears, fingers still curled. It wasn’t enough to make it quiet.

“Fine. Eugene?”

Don’t want to listen don’t want to listen. Don’t scream don’t stim stay still.

“Expect there to be consequences. I know about the bullying.” 

You turned and walked back down the hallway, retracing the way you came in. Your heels dug into the floor and you walked stiffly, awkwardly, elbows locked straight at your sides in attempt to keep yourself from reverting to punching your thighs. 

Nat followed. 

As she made her way past the group, she discreetly directed the tour guide to carry on. If you did reach the point of a meltdown, which she was hoping you wouldn’t for your sake, she didn’t want an audience. 

You were headed towards an R&D lab, full of SI employees, which wasn’t a particularly good option either. She noticed your hands bouncing, slapping your thighs, walking still stiff and jilted, the effort going suppressing everything evident down to the way you breathed. You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t realise they were Nat’s until she called out. 

“Y/n”

You skipped a step, but didn’t stop. You just wanted to be alone away from everyone away from the humiliation and the teasing and the bad words and the stupid jokes you just didn’t get but everyone else did. 

“Y/n, hun, just stop for me for a second.”

You did as you were told. Your body felt like it was on fire from the tension of being still. You didn’t want Nat thinking you were weird for biting your hand, so you gnawed on your lip instead, hands slightly flapping at your sides in little spinny motions. 

“Okay, good job. Do you think we can take a minute to do some breathing?”

You shook your head no. No. You wanted, needed to scream and stim and run not breathe.

“Okay, I should’ve phrased that better,” Nat looked around, seemingly lost, at the ceiling. It was barely a second’s slip of her calm composure. She lowered herself to the floor and sat cross legged.

“Can you sit down with me?”

You let your legs give out, half crashing into the carpet. 

“Can you give your hands a shake?” she shook her hands out in front, demonstrating. 

You copied. The shake felt good, so you started properly flapping. You weren’t sure when, but at some point all self consciousness fell away and you were rocking back and forth, legs out, tension melting. 

Eventually, most of the bad energy felt like it’d left your body, Your flaps turned to light taps on your knees and your rocking was much more relaxed. Now that your breathing had evened out, you were aware of how close you were to hyperventilating before. A wave of gratitude towards Nat washed over you. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Nat asked cautiously, hand already up halfway to rub your shoulder. You shook your head. It was hard to articulate, but touch right now would probably end in you hitting Nat involuntarily. Even your clothes weren’t feeling too great, like you were hyper aware of every contact point with your skin. You were glad she asked, even though your reaction most likely wouldn’t have hurt her no matter how violent on your part. The constant assumptions and invasions of your space on a daily basis, from everyone from kids at school to medical professionals, got to a point of making you feel almost less than human. That you weren’t worth the respect, triply so if you weren’t verbal. The entire field trip experience, although not all that enjoyable, had shown you a side of Nat you hadn’t seen before. A fiercely protective, quick-witted, almost motherly side. A side that let you know you had a safe landing. A side that gave you the courage to get up off the hallway floor and face the world again.

[chelsfic]

Wish You Weren’t Here (part 1) - Diego Jiménez x Reader - Power fanfic

Read Part Two

A/N: Whatttt am I doing? Can anyone tell me? Thanks to @1zashreena1​ and @symbiont13​ @sparrows-books​ for being so enthusiastic about this. Oh, and (not that anyone cares lol) but I make a casual reference to Cesar Millan in this fic (wtf is this?) and I am actually firmly opposed to his dog training philosophy. SO. Just to go on record.

Warnings: Smut!!, Threatening, Exhibitionism, Forced Audience to Exhibitionism, Crack!Fic

You stare at the spray of white powder smeared over the top of the glass coffee table. How…how does one clean up cocaine? You nervously twist your cleaning rag into a tightly wound rope as you ponder the options. It’s expensive, right? Would Mr. Jiménez be angry if you cleaned it up? Should you–what?–sweep it into a dustpan and set it aside for later? There’s not a huge amount but if you swept it all into a little pile there would probably be enough to…use? What the fuck do you know about cocaine? What if you use your spray bottle on the coffee table and it goes into the air and you breath it in? Would you get high? This is ridiculous.

It’s your first day working for Diego Jiménez and you’re nervous. Actually that’s an understatement. You have a pretty good idea of how powerful he is and you desperately want to make a good impression and keep this job. The pay is more than you’d make cleaning ten houses. The downside being that the facts of household cleanliness with regards to Class A drugs are now–apparently–required reading.

You’re still hovering indecisively when Diego strolls into the living room. He walks with a confident swagger that you can’t help admiring. Your new boss might be intimidating, but a tiny part of you finds that intensely attractive. Maybe a not-so-tiny part. A part that really needs to pipe down because, at this rate, you’ll be fired before the end of the day anyway.

You don’t want to seem like you’re just standing around idle so you start to carefully scoop the powder using the cloth, plowing it into a neat pile that you intend to–you guess–set aside for now and see what happens. You think he has any tupperware?

Diego’s stride stutters to a stop as he catches sight of what you’re doing. He snaps his fingers at you like Cesar frickin Millan scolding a Pomeranian. You definitely feel like a Pomeranian right now. And he’s a…he’s a Doberman currently staring at you with murder eyes. Fuck.

Your typical response to fear and stress is word vomit.

You freeze in mid-swipe and look up at Diego with eyes wide as saucers, “Uh…sorry. Is this not–okay? I wasn’t sure if I should just leave it how it was. But it looked so dirty and I want to do a good job so I thought I’d just–”

Diego cuts you off with a hand on the back of your neck. His fingers dig into your skin, firm but not enough to hurt…yet. You squeak in alarm as he drags you away from the table and toward the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one whole wall of the living room.

“Uhh…Mr. Jiménez–sir! This didn’t come up in the interview, but I actually am not the biggest fan of–”

He marches you up to the window, steering you with his hand on the back of your neck until you’re pressed up against it, cheek mashed into the cool glass. And–as if your stupid body is in cahoots with your psychotic boss–you look down. You look down at the busy street which seems like it’s about five miles beneath you. Your head spins and your breathing picks up at a rapid pace. You can’t shut your eyes. Why can’t you shut your eyes? If you shut them you can pretend that you’re someplace safe…on solid ground…and not on the top floor of a high-rise with only a few inches of glass standing between you and death.

“Um!” you squeak, ripping your eyes from the view below and trying to crane your neck enough to see Diego looming behind you. You can just see him from the corner of your eyes, grinning maniacally.

“You. Don’t. Touch. The Product. Understand?” he hisses the words into your ears in that growling, tenor voice of his that is already imprinting itself in some of your shameful fantasies. What is *wrong* with you?

Your words come out in a rushed whisper, “Yes! I understand, Mr. Jiménez. Completely. I-I-I apologize. I wasn’t–you see, I’ve never actually seen cocaine before, you know? And I didn’t know if you’d want me to clean it up or save it for–for later. Or–another worry I had was what if I touched it or, or it went into the air and I breathed it in. Would I get high? And that would be very bad because, um, I don’t like being high. And also it’s my first day of work and I just–” your stutter over your words, gaze drifting back down to focus on the murderous drop to the street below, your eyes are welling with tears now, “–I just wanted to do a good job, sir. I’m sorry.”

He finally lets go of you, his hand dropping away and leaving behind the ghost of his fiery touch on your skin. He steps back to let you turn around and he’s laughing at you, “You thought you’d get high if you touched it?”

You’re too preoccupied with getting away from the window to reply at first. You take a few giant steps away from the glass and then you’re crouching down and planting your palms on the marble floor to remind yourself you’re on solid ground. Fucking phobia.

Diego’s looking at you like you’ve grown another head and you feel the need to explain, breathlessly, “I…don’t…like…heights.”

He steps towards you and you have a great view of his shiny, leather shoes as he crouches down to your level. He catches your eyes with a look that’s warmer than anything you’ve seen from him in your short acquaintance. He smiles apologetically and reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Seems like more than a dislike,” he muses watching you as you struggle to take deep, calming breaths.

“Okay…” you answer, “I’m fucking afraid of heights! Uh…sir. Sorry! Sir. Mr. Jiménez.”

How can he have such a megawatt smile after manhandling you into a plate glass window and threatening you? And those dimples? Are you kidding me?

“Call me Diego,” he says. 

You look up at him, falling into his dark, fathomless gaze and thinking to yourself, Son of a bitch.

“Diego,” you breathe. 

“If you find a mess like that again just leave it, okay? I’ll have one of my guys clean it up. There are going to be some things about this job that you’ll just have to get used to. The most important thing,” here his eyes harden, “is that you don’t tell anyone–ever–about anything you see or hear while you work for me. Do you understand?”

You are seriously over your head, aren’t you? When you just stare dumbly back at him, Diego takes your face in his hands and bores his eyes into yours, “Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes…Diego,” you finally answer. Because what else can you say? You suppose at this point you’ve already seen enough that you aren’t free to just…walk away.

“And Y/N?” Diego says, standing up to his full height, towering over you, still crouched on the floor at his feet. “You think you can manage cleaning these windows?”

The look on your face as you glance over at the intimidating wall of glass is comically horrific, but you try to sound casual in your response, “I’ll…manage.”

He laughs and starts to walk away, “Good, because you left a smudge mark with your face just over there.”

You narrow your eyes at him as he leaves. What a little…but even as you’re thinking up a proper insult your eyes lock onto his butt in those tight jeans and notice the way his shirt strains to cover his broad shoulders and…yeah, what were you saying?

***

Later that night you’re finally finished with your work for the day just as guests start to trickle into the penthouse. You wonder if Diego spends every night this way–is his life one big party? You’re sweaty and your back aches and you’re still feeling wobbly from forcing yourself to get right up to those windows and give them a thorough cleaning. You just need to check in with Diego before you leave for the night but he’s still cooped in his bedroom upstairs and you don’t really want to interrupt him. So you’re just trying to blend in with a potted plant against the wall as supermodel attractive women mill about, outnumbering the male guests by about 3 to 1, you’d judge. You feel beyond shabby in your jeans and t-shirt. But at least you’re not wearing one of those housemaid dresses you had to wear for your last employer.

Diego still hasn’t made an appearance, and a younger guy in the crowd has apparently taken notice of you. You can feel every muscle in your body tense up as he starts prowling over to you. You just want to go home and take a bath and maybe think about the way Diego’s butt sways a little when he walks. Ugh, stop that!

“Hey, girl. You not having a good time?” he purrs in a manner he surely thinks is seductive but you’re very tired and very ready to leave.

“I’m not–”

Diego interrupts you, putting a proprietary hand on your shoulder and squeezing a little, “She’s not for you, Ángel. Leave.”

The guy’s whole demeanor changes when he sets eyes on your boss and he backs away with a little bow of respect that has you really, strongly questioning your sanity in A. Taking this job and B. Insisting on being attracted to your potentially psycho-killer employer.

You turn around and Diego is giving you that megawatt smile again. For a minute you just stand there like a deer in the headlights until your brain kicks back in.

“Um…I’m leaving for the night, Mr. Jiménez. I mean–Diego. If you don’t need me for anything else?”

He arches a wicked brow at you and his lips hint at a playful grin. “Anything else?” he laughs. Is he making fun of you? Toying with you? You watch as his eyes focus on a woman strutting by who’s probably half a foot taller than you and 60 pounds lighter. She’s wearing…not much. He licks his lips like a lion about to dig into a zebra. 

“Okay, then…” you murmur, backing away a little. 

Diego turns back at your words looking a little chagrined but still playful, “See you tomorrow, little girl.”

You make a beeline for the elevator, finally letting out a shaky sigh as the doors close behind you. There’s something about Diego that is irresistibly attractive to you. Despite his threatening aura or maybe–maybe because of it? He’s dangerous and powerful and a very bad decision waiting to happen. But–you think about the woman he eyed before you left for the night–who are you kidding? The decision isn’t yours and there is no way Diego Jiménez is interested in the likes of you.

And that’s a good thing.

Probably.

Definitely.

Hmmm…

***

You begin to form an understanding of why this job is so well compensated when you arrive to work the next morning. The whole main level of the penthouse is…a mess. And there are random people passed out asleep on the floor and couches. Glasses and bottles cover every surface, the floor is stained from spills. Napkins, plates, random articles of clothing. Quelle frickin nightmare. 

You take a deep breath and drop your purse into the closet by the elevator entrance. This is…fine. This will be fine. You just need to compartmentalize your priorities. You’ll start with the trash and move your way forward. You have to step over the sleeping form of one of the many female guests from the night before and an unkind thought pops into your head in relation to starting with the trash.

Not nice, you admonish yourself. But then you wonder if the girl had her hands on Diego last night and you find that you don’t really care. Why are you getting so territorial over this man already? Some of the only contact you’ve had with him has been him slamming you against a window to punish you for “touching the product.” That shouldn’t…that should certainly not be a turn on. 

No.

The place starts looking a little better as the morning wears on. By the time Diego emerges from his bedroom, bleary-eyed and dressed only in an expensive, black robe, you’ve nearly finished cleaning up and are just starting to wonder what to do with all of the people still draped all over the place. Your thoughts are abruptly torpedoed when Diego staggers by and the robe partially opens to reveal how naked he is underneath. 

You freeze in place, eyes fixed to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen and–possibly–straining to see if the robe will part even further to reveal a bit further south.

Diego catches you looking and offers you a seductive grin, “I knew you weren’t as innocent as you seemed.”

“I–what!? Yes, I am! I mean…no. I don’t know?” Stop. Talking.

Diego looks around at all of the passed out bodies and you jump when he suddenly lets out a vicious bark, “Out! Everybody out! This isn’t a fucking sleepover!”

You marvel at the immediate response as people start stirring and lurching upright, walking zombie-like to the elevator. Diego is walking towards you by the couch when he grabs a girl’s wrist as she skirts around him. 

“Not you,” he growls, collapsing onto the couch and letting his robe fall open entirely, revealing the large, proudly straining erection between his legs. Your mouth drops open and you feel your cheeks blush like the heat of a thousand suns. The girl goes to her knees in front of Diego and he lets his head loll over the back of the couch, just casually gesturing with a hand at his cock. “You know what to do.”

Before anything gets…started…you’re talking again, “Oh. My god. Okay, I’ll just go somewhere else while you…uh…do that–”

“No!” Diego barks, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly so you can’t move away. “I like an audience.”

You let out a little whimper of protest, but he just tightens his grip on your hands. You try to cover your eyes with your other hand but he grunts, “Look, look, look, Y/N!”

You let your hand drop away and are forced to watch as the girl takes his massive cock into her mouth. Diego’s head drops back and his shoulders heave as he groans with pleasure. He looks over at you, capturing you in his dark gaze as the girl starts bobbing up and down. He loosens his grip on your hand a little, squeezing gently and stroking your fingers almost…almost lovingly. God, this is–you don’t know what this is.

His face is open and vulnerable, completely destroyed with lust. His mouth hangs open as he emits broken grunts and moans. You can’t look away. The sounds he makes as he unravels, the way his facial expression twitches and crumples as his orgasm nears, his other hand grabbing the girl’s hair and forcing her to take him deeper as he roars with his finish. It’s all beautiful and sick and overwhelming and hot. So hot. His dick falls from the girl’s mouth with an obscene pop and he growls without ever looking away from you, “Get the fuck outta here.”

The girl scurries away and he’s still staring into your eyes, his erection rapidly softening between his spread legs. You must look like a beet, you’re blushing so red. And you’re so worked up with a mixture of embarrassment, arousal, jealousy and shame that there are tears in your eyes. This man has brought you to tears twice in your two-day acquaintance. That can’t be a good omen. 

“You’re jealous,” he whispers, reading your thoughts. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

You finally shut your eyes against his relentless stare and a single tear falls over your cheek. 

“Please, Diego. Let me…let me go,” you need to be released from the intensity of this moment before you do something stupid. For a second you fear that he won’t listen, but his fingers loosen and he lets your hand drop away from his. 

You flee. Rushing to the bathroom and shutting yourself inside. Rather than burst into tears–which is what you’d been expecting–you stagger against the wall and greedily rip at the button of your jeans, diving your hand inside your panties and stroking yourself with abandon until you come with a silent sob.

Yup, trouble. You’re in it.

A/N: There’s going to be more of this!

IDK, @flower-petal-blooming​ @glowingpena​ this is bonkers, sorry.

[oh-obrien]

Midnight (B.B.)

Pairing: Bellamy Blake (AU) X Original Female Character

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking and smoking

Word Count: 5,121 (she’s a little short to start off)

Part: ONE

Author’s Note: Welcome to my first Bellamy mini series that I promised would be a college AU because i have zero (ZERO) self control!!! Buckle up for the fluff y’all! Dw some of your other The 100 favorites also make an appearance!

“Good morning, Penelope,” Penny jumped when she heard someone in the hallway, especially since that someone said her name. Other than the Resident Assistants the buildings were still supposed to be empty for another week and a half. Athletes hadn’t even moved in yet. “Oh can’t take a joke still, Penns?” Bellamy Blake approached her, his backpack slung over his right shoulder, the handle to a rolling suitcase in his left hand and a stupid smirk on his face. His stupid signature ‘Bellamy Blake’ smirk, she hated it.

Penny rolled her eyes and went back to hanging up the last few decorations on her first bulletin board of the year. She had picked a ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ theme for the first portion of the semester. The idea had come straight off Pinterest and she would not be ashamed to admit that if anyone questioned her inspiration, but she also knew that the freshmen would love the design. It tended to be a hit, especially since she had used it twice before. (‘Oh yeah I’m totally using WTTJ again, #justRAthings’, she had sent her best friend the night before while cutting out all the pieces she would need). 

She had even made safari animal themed door decorations to match. “I also still somehow got stuck in the same building as you again this year,” she walked into her open door to put her tape and left handed scissors away. “Which means I am the only girl on staff in this building this year,” she shook her head. “Because this building is co-ed this year and has a larger guy ratio and I ran into the others yesterday,” she let out a small sigh of defeat.

Bellamy leaned on the frame of her door while he watched Penny gather her belongings, “oh c’mon Penny,” he smiled, “I’m not that bad.” Penny picked up her backpack, filled with most of the small essentials she would need for the week-long retreat their university had sponsored for freshmen resident assistants. “We’ve made a pretty good team the past two years, what’s one more?” Bellamy watched Penny tuck her keys into one pocket on her backpack before she grabbed her own suitcase out of the corner of her room, tucking a metal water bottle into the other pocket on her backpack. “Besides, we can make the common room bulletin board together again!”

“You just use me for my Cricut so you don’t have to walk all the way to the office to cut shit out,” Penny pointed an accusatory finger at him. She carefully tucked one of her lacrosse sticks into her bag after seeing Bellamy had brought his along, she assumed the others would too then.

Bellamy held his hands up in defense, “on occasion it is easier to use your Cricut I won’t lie!” He laughed before reaching back to make sure his lacrosse stick hadn’t fallen out of his backpack. “But I also use you for your study buddy purposes, once again I’m not that bad!” He helped her to press the last few leaves she needed to hang up on to the bulletin board. Bellamy had opted to go for a sports theme for his hallway, but Penny always had better hall themes, freshmen guys were easier to please. When it came to themes, Bellamy didn't have to think hard. 

“You’re right Bell,” she let out a long sigh and saw the boy next to her smirk in satisfaction while he shoved his head back into his phone again. “It’s your residents you don’t know how to control that are the real problem.” 

Bellamy tripped over his own feet after hearing the statement Penny had made, “my residents are the problem?” he jogged to catch up with her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Penny just shook her head while he fell back into step with her after regaining his footing. Always graceful on the lacrosse field, never off.

“Like it wasn’t one of your residents that fell down the stairs, absolutely plastered I’ll remind you, the first weekend of the semester last year and cracked their head open?” She shook her head while they reached the campus center. Pulling open the door, she held it for Bellamy before following him in. “Or your residents who got caught with pot last year?” Bellamy held the next door open this time, “and it all happens on the weekends I happen to be on duty. How convenient.”

The pair reached the room where freshmen RA’s needed to check in and Bellamy pulled a black ballpoint pen out of his pocket, signing himself in before handing Penny the pen. “Okay,” he clicked the pen closed when Penny handed it back, “but you and I both know I can’t make them stay in every weekend, and beats me where they get the weed!” he tucked the pen back into his pocket. “I actually wanted to start this year off on a good foot you know?” He asked Penny while they sat down at one of the tables in the room. “A nice get away into the mountains, with limited cell service, no gym, no video games and like two of my teammates,” his tone dripped with sarcasm. 

“You got a job over the summer for after you graduate, a really good one, you already did start the year off right,” Penny huffed before setting her phone on the table in front of them “Congrats by the way,” she offered the sentiment.  

Bellamy’s smile grew at the mention of his job with the Central Intelligence Agency that he would officially start once he graduated in May. “Oh yeah-” he ran his fingers through his hair, “that.”

“Oh yeah that?” Penny mocked. “Bellamy, that is an amazing opportunity! You should be proud of yourself for that,” she added at the end. Penny had landed quite the internship herself the past summer, interning for the New York City District Attorney’s office, but she didn’t like to talk about it much, not enjoying having all the attention on herself. 

Luckily, working with Bellamy for the past two years, she knew he shared many of the same feelings. The mutual awkwardness had allowed the two to become comfortable talking about their accomplishments with each other. Much of the campus just knew that Bellamy would be one of the men’s lacrosse captains for the third year in a row and wrote him off as a jock, Penny had been able to get to know him a deeper level though. The two had become quite good friends their sophomore year when they were put on a RA staff together, and their friendship only continued to grow from there.

Penny also felt her small crush on the boy growing stronger over the two years they had already been on a staff together. She and Bellamy had not only worked on the same staff for two years but had also been going back and forth between being first and second in their graduating class, it would be a game of hundredths of a GPA point by the end of the year. Neither truly cared about where they ended up, but it had often come up in conversation between the two.

“Okay and getting asked to apply to Yale Law, Texas Law, Duke Law and UC Berkeley Law isn’t an accomplishment?” He smirked at Penny from across the table. “Y’know I paid attention in training last week when you were talking to Tiff right?” 

“Jerk,” Penny laughed lightly while taking a sip of her water bottle. “But yes, I had an almost perfect LSAT score, I’m dying to get into Texas hopefully.” She looked up to Bellamy. “So-”

He cut her off with a long groan, “what?” He dragged the word out in the tone of a whine.

“Jez,” Penny held her hands up, “I was just going to ask if you met any nice girls while you were out in D.C!” Penny laughed lightly when she saw his cheeks heat up a little bit, another groan falling past his lips. 

“I mean,” Bellamy shrugged, “the girl who happened to be on my workout team was nice, we talked for a while after we left,” he glared at Penny when he saw her smile grow. “If you let me finish,” he sighed, “it just wasn’t as compatible as we first thought and I’m going to die a college virgin!” He let his head fall into his hands and Penny couldn’t help the small laugh that fell past her lips.

She watched Bellamy lift his head up to watch her through the lenses of his glasses. “You say that like it’s a bad thing or something,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You also say that like you haven’t had any girls basically drool over you?”

“It-”

“Isn’t,” she shook her head and gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment. “It isn’t a bad thing Bellamy. So what? You’re a Virgin. Me too, and I’m sure a ton of other people on campus are also! That and girls talk about you all the time at lacrosse games” She waited for the boy across from her to answer.

“Wait you are?” He asked, his nose scrunched up in confusion and a slight quirk to his right eyebrow. 

Penny snorted through her nose, “uhh yeah!” She let out a long sigh. “You do realize that rumor freshman year was just a rumor right?”

Bellamy didn’t say anything, unaware the claims classmates had made about Penny had actually been a rumor. He remembered a few weeks before spring break their freshman year Penny had cooped herself up in her dorm, lacrosse practices and she only left to go to classes and grab food if she didn’t have anything she wanted in her room. She had mysteriously left campus for spring break early, even taking a few midterms early to do so, and eventually claims started circulating around that she had gotten hit with a particularly bad case of Mono, more commonly known as the kissing disease. 

Upon hearing that rumors had started floating around that she had caught it from an upperclassman she had been seen with at a few frat parties, Bellamy decided the drama would be none of his business. Penny had returned from spring break, still run down, sickly and unusually quiet. She didn’t make an effort to address any of the claims, instead choosing to fly under the radar for the remainder of the year.

“Seriously Bellamy?” She shook her head and let out a long sigh. “My doctor thinks I just caught it from someone who had it sneezing or coughing around me. I hadn’t kissed anyone since my sophomore year of high school at that point. It really sucked to hear some of the things that were said in my absence,” she just sank further into her chair.

Bellamy pulled his beanie back on before speaking, “I’m sorry Penns,” he mumbled. “I hope you know I didn’t subscribe to any of that bullshit, I just didn’t really know you then.”

“It’s fine,” she mumbled while chewing on her lip. “Just sucks it ruined my reputation. I went home originally because the doctor here refused to test me for mono because I wasn’t sexually active or involved with anyone in any way. My doctor at home wanted to test me for Mono and a few different Thyroid things as soon as she could, that was why I left early. She knew that if those came back negative it would have probably been some type of blood cancer, we didn’t want to take any risks.”

“Then why didn’t you- why didn’t you clear it up when you got back?” Bellamy wondered out loud. He hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation and Penny had never mentioned it before, Bellamy had just assumed she left early to be sure she had the easiest recovery possible.

Penny just gave him a small smile, “because,” she shrugged. “It was fun to see how far it traveled, what people had to say about me once they thought I was fucking around with a frat president as a freshman. Jake is actually one of my older brother’s best friends from home.” She referred to the boy who everyone thought she had been with.

“At least people let it go,” Bellamy told her with honesty. He had felt quite bad when the rumors were flying around, but at the time, other than their shared introduction to management class, he didn’t have any connections to her. Once he had been put on a staff with Penny his sophomore year, he learned she was often quite fun to be around and happened to be one of the most determined and driven individuals he knew, other than himself of course.

Their sophomore year, the pair would often spend late nights together in the common room, working on their homework together. Neither really knew much about the other’s major, but they had a similar music taste and an even more similar work ethic. It had been quite easy for them to get along. Bellamy also knew both their residents quietly ‘shipped’ the pair, often asking if Penny was his girlfriend because if she happened to be, it would be ‘really cute’. It had been during finals their spring semester, sophomore year that Bellamy realized maybe he did have some feelings for his co-worker.

The night before their last finals that year they had ordered too much take out from the Chinese place in town and hunkered down in Penny’s room to do last minute studying. Penny had been complaining about her first upper level accounting class while Bellamy tried to memorize all the different ethics codes he needed to know for his final. After taking their finals and finding out they had both received ‘A’s’, they became official ‘study buddies’.

Junior year saw the pair again in the same building as resident assistants, and it again gave them a new batch of freshmen who ‘shipped’ them. There had been multiple nights where residents locked themselves out of room while one, or both, of the pair happened to be on duty and when the freshmen knocked on the door an individual who didn’t live in that room happened to answer. After Bellamy had answered the door to Penny’s room once, revealing one of her residents looking to get back into their room, he had later gone to print something and found the girl talking to one of his residents. “They’re so together!” He recalled the girl telling his resident followed by a small “oh shit,” when she realized Bellamy had heard. He decided not to tell Penny about it, or confirm or deny the statement her resident had made. Instead, Bellamy carried on like he usually did, hoping his feelings for Penny weren’t obvious to her. 

Now here the pair sat, senior year, in the same situation, neither able to share their feelings for the other yet. “My favorite seniors on staff!” Carrie, the director of resident life at the university, came up to greet Bellamy and Penny. “Your residents always give such great reviews! We just had to put you on the same staff again this year after neither of you wanted to take a higher position,” she gushed. “And Bellamy congratulations on the job!” 

Penny watched Bellamy’s cheeks start to turn red, crossing his arms across his chest and trying to sink further into his chair, “thank you, Carrie,” he mumbled. 

“Oh Bellamy you should be proud!” Carried told him with a smile on her face.

“I literally told him the exact same thing!” Penny sat up straighter and threw a playful glare at Bellamy. “The boy is a genius and refuses to acknowledge it for some reason!” Penny watched Bellamy roll his eyes before he turned to face Carrie.

“I’m excited for my last year, a little bit surreal but I’m still excited,” he picked up his phone when it buzzed on the table. Penny watched him pull his bottom lip between his lip before he started typing out an answer, his thumbs moving fast across the screen.

Penny looked up to Carrie who had shifted her attention away from Bellamy, “how’d your summer go then, Penns?” Carrie asked, opting to sit down in one of the extra chairs at the table. Bellamy still seemed very much tuned out to the conversation occurring and Penny sighed.

“Good! I loved my internship, I’m just a little bit stressed about after college,” she started picking at the polish on her nails. “I mean, I have the LSAT scores to get into law school no problem, I just wish I had it locked down already, my life just feels flimsy right now.” Penny had her life planned out since she was in middle school. She would go to an amazing undergraduate university, ace her LSAT s and then go off to law school after her senior year of college. She had also hoped to have a long-term relationship within the time period, but that clearly hadn’t worked out.  

“Well,” Carrie started, “your life is anything but flimsy. You are one of the most motivated people I’ve ever had on my staff and I know you aren’t some one who would slack off on your future plans.” Bellamy looked up from his phone when he heard Penny mention she felt unprepared for after college. He knew he had gotten lucky with the guaranteed job, but the last person he expected to be stressed about after graduation plans would be Penny. “You have nothing to worry about, honey.” Carrie stood up and gave Penny a hug before addressing both of them again. “If you two want you can get first picks on the bus for seats !” 

Bellamy saw Penny offer a small smile of thanks to Carrie before she stood up, tucking her phone into the back pocket of her jean shorts. “You ready?” She asked Bellamy who just nodded and stood up, sliding his backpack on to his shoulder and grabbing the handle to his suitcase. The pair rolled their suitcases down the empty hallways of the campus center, looking into the eerily empty conference rooms while they passed them. “It’s always so weird being here early,” Penny mumbled.

“Yeah it is quite strange,” Bellamy responded, “but I like it, especially in the mornings getting to just sit outside and relax.” Bellamy enjoyed taking time to himself most mornings, getting up early enough to make himself a cup of coffee and review any work he needed to before beginning his day. “There’s a couple squirrels I have just about eating out of my hand,” he laughed lightly. 

“The infamous squirrels,” Penny smiled, “I see them on my runs in the mornings usually.” Similar to Bellamy, most days Penny would wake up early and try to get a workout in. In the early half of the fall semester and most of the spring semester she could get a run around campus in before classes, during the colder months she would be stuck in the gym in the mornings. 

Pushing the button that would open the doors to the campus center, Bellamy hummed in acknowledgment of Penny’s comment. “Speaking of running,” he chucked, “aren’t you the senior captain this year?” Bellamy knew that Penny played on their university’s women’s lacrosse team and had gone to support her and his other friends on the team at most home games in the past, he had even gone to a few away games. 

“Yeah,” she smiled to herself, “I’m actually really excited for it too! I kinda came in not the best on the team at it, then I tore my LCL freshman year, but I’ve definitely improved tenfold. And you’re the captain of the conference champion men’s lacrosse team?” She looked at Bellamy and laughed while they walked down the walkway that would lead them to the coach bus they would be taking into the mountains.

“First off,” Bellamy dramatically sighed, “stop that, and yeah I’m captain again,” he shrugged the position off. “I’m also the Recruitment Chair for Sig Chi,” he added. Bellamy had been one of the last people Penny ever expected to be in Greek Life, but her sophomore year she had bumped into him at Zeta’s formal and her jaw had nearly hit the ground.

Penny pointed at the letters on her long sleeve and laughed, “no way you’re a Sig Chi?” She asked the question in the same voice she had that night. “In all seriousness though, I despise recruitment,” she mumbled, “I’m VP of finance for Panhell this year though, for some reason I got talked into running for the position.” 

“Hey, it’s worth it for Greek Week,” Bellamy reminded her when they reached the coach bus. The pair noticed the driver sitting in the driver's seat, a newspaper rested on the wheel and the door open. “Ready for the next week?” He smiled while tucking his suitcase under the bus.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Penny sighed while Bellamy offered to take her suitcase.

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Almost as soon as they had gotten on the bus, Penny had put her headphones in and opted to catch up on sleep. She wrapped a throw blanket she had bright around herself and dozed off. She did not need to be awake for a three hour drive through the absolute middle of nowhere. She got to see it every time she drove to school or home from school, she could go without seeing it again.

All too soon she felt a gentle nudge against her shoulder and slowly opened her eyes, pulling out one of her headphones in the process. Bellamy sat next to her, a sleepy smile on his face and his hair messier than usual. “We better be close if you’re waking me up, Blake.” she let out a long yawn after stretching her legs. 

“Like twenty minutes,” Bellamy shrugged while he ran a hand through his hair. “Figured you’d want a minute to actually wake up, though.” He looked rather comfortable himself, his hoodie pulled up higher than usual around his neck and a sleepy grin on his face. He seemed pretty cute even.

Penny carefully tucked her first headphone back into the case it belonged in before reaching under her blanket and pulling her phone off her lap, groaning as cold air got under the blanket. She noticed a number of notifications from the group chat she had with all of her girlfriends and unlocked her phone, turning the brightness down rather quickly afterwards. Scrolling to the top of the conversation she noticed a picture of her and Bellamy asleep in their seats; her head resting on his shoulder and his on top of her’s. It had been sent by Harper and she let out a sigh of defeat. She had forgotten Harper had also been placed into freshmen staff for the year, granted she worked in a different building, but all first year Resident Assistants had been put on the same bus. 

‘So they’re just gonna keep doing this shit?’ Harper’s message read.

‘I doN’t LikE HiM!’ A message from Raven followed.

‘Ten bucks they fuck on the trip’ Lexa.

‘I’ll double it.’ Clarke.

‘Ew that’s my brother and suite-mate you’re talking about!’ Octavia had added. 

Penny opted to scroll past the nonsensical messages before she saw a screenshot of another conversation sent. She opened it and noticed it had been sent in a group titled ‘Saturdays are for the BOIZ’, absolutely disgusting first off. It had been sent by Monty, Harper’s boyfriend and captioned ‘so they’re not dating?’ and she rolled her eyes. 

‘They’ve only been eye fucking since my freshmen year.’ John Murphy had sent the message. Murphy had been one of Bellamy’s first residents and now he served as one of his frat brothers and closest friends. 

‘Clarke said 20 they fuck this trip.’ Monty again.

‘Uhhh 40???’ Finn, Raven’s boyfriend. 

‘Why are you placing bets?’ Nathan Miller, at least someone would be on her side.

‘Oh shut up Miller!’ Murphy once again. He had always been a shit stirrer, but he had proved to be fun to party with and a very loyal friend. 

Penny closed the picture and checked she had service before typing out her response, making sure Bellamy had been paying no attention to her. ‘We’re not fucking!’ she closed the group chat, not wanting to deal with the girls at the moment, before looking to the front of the bus. Tiffany, the first year RA Coordinator had stood up and had a smile on her face. 

“As you all know!” She started, “we’re here for a week for a leadership and team building skills retreat,” a number of groans filled the bus, Bellamy’s included. “You and I both know those activities will take up only a few hours of your days, the rest is yours and if alcohol is involved I don’t want to know!”

“What’s alcohol?” Penny recognized Jasper’s voice and rolled her eyes. She knew he smoked quite a bit of weed, often with Monty, but didn’t know he had gotten the first-year resident assistant job until she had bumped into him during move in. He worked in her building on the opposite side, but would definitely add much needed excitement to their staff. His personality most likely helped him get the job, he also worked with the Orientation Team, freshmen loved him. 

Tiffany let out a long sigh before looking up at those on the bus again. “Any of you know who went on the Greek Life Leaders retreat last year are going to be familiar with this site,” Penny let out a quiet sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Those of you who did that trip also know that these cabins are pretty small…” Tiffany trailed off at the end. 

Penny had been Vice President of Zeta last year and had gone on the GLL trip with her organization’s President. The cabins they stayed in had a small kitchen, a bathroom, a tiny living area and one bedroom with a king bed. Sharing a bed with one of her closest friends hadn’t been hard, but she didn’t know who she would room with this trip. Anyone on resident life staff she felt close enough to room with would be of the opposite gender or already rooming with someone else most likely. 

“I know I’m going to regret this,” Tiffany said more to herself than anyone else, “but you can pick who you’re rooming with. It’s two to a cabin!” She had to practically yell the last part over the conversations that had already erupted on the bus. 

Penny pinched the bridge of her nose before looking around the bus, but it seemed everyone else already had a partner to room with. She caught Harper and Lexa’s gazes from the row across from her and Lexa winked. ‘Get fucked!’ Harper sent in the group chat and Penny just shook her head, putting do not disturb on.

“So,” Bellamy trailed off. “I know we both went on that retreat last year and know the whole roomies situation here.” Penny laughed at his use of the word roomies. “If you’re fine with it, I’d be down to room with you.” He shrugged after speaking. He seemed a lot more jittery than usual, Bellamy tended to be one of the most cool and collected people Penny knew.

Penny just nodded, “I’m fine with it! Big bed anyway, hopefully I won’t have to kick you out,” she flashed Bellamy a smile. The two fell back into silence afterwards and Penny took the opportunity to look at her phone again. Scrolling past the nonsensical messages she noticed one form Raven that stood out. ‘Now is probably a good time to tell you that we have a group chat called ‘Pellamy’ where we place bets on when you’ll actually get together.’ 

‘Don’t tell Bellamy!’ Clarke’s message followed.

‘He knows but doesn’t know that you know he knows that you know!’ Only a message that hard to read could come from Lexa. 

‘Absolutely Superb!’ Penny settled on before getting Lexa and Harper’s attention so she could flip them off.

“Watch the profanity!” Bellamy quickly covered her finger with his hand which sent all four of the friends into a fit of laughter. “There are children like Jasper on this bus!” He made sure to speak loud enough for the boy who sat two rows in front of them to hear what had been said.

Penny sat up straighter in her seat to see Jasper turn around and glare at Bellamy. “You only had to babysit me at one party, Blake!” He flipped Bellamy off in return. The four other friends started laughing before Tiffany told everyone to quiet down again. Starting at the top of the list alphabetically she began asking for who would be rooming with who for the duration of the trip,

“Bellamy my dear?” She gave Bellamy a sweet smile.

“Suck. Up.” Penny leaned over to whisper in his ear, resulting in Bellamy pinching her upper thigh in return. “Fuck!” She rubbed at the red spot he had left on her pale skin, he knew how easily she bruised.

Looking over to Penny quickly to confirm their earlier decision she offered him a nod, “I guess I’ll subject myself to Miss Penelope for the week,” he let out an over dramatic sigh afterwards. “I’m stuck on staff with her for a third year, what’s another week rooming with her.”

“Don’t call me Penelope!” 

Tiffany just shook her head while she wrote Penny’s name next to Bellamy’s, moving on to the next person afterwards. Penny tucked her legs underneath herself again before pulling her blanket tighter around herself, trying to keep the old air out as long as she could. “So like is this you two saying you’re a couple or?” Raven dragged the last word out while she looked across the aisle to where Penny and Bellamy had both shoved their heads back into their phones. 

“No, not this again!” Bellamy’s tired voice groaned out while Penny answered by letting her head thud into the glass window next to where she sat, a quiet ‘ow’ slipping out afterwards.

Bellamy snorted out half a laugh while Raven and Lexa high fived each other, laughing as Lexa announced she would be rooming with the other girl. “This is going to be a long as fuck week,” Penny sighed.

“Yes, yes it is Miss Penelope.”

“It’s Penny!” She smacked Bellamy’s upper arm, the sound that resulted being louder than intended.

[holidaywishes]

not all monsters do monstrous things...

Part 6: The Argument

  Summary of Series: Delly Cartwright lost her best friend, Peeta, to   the games. Now, the one that took him seems to have a soft spot for her.

  Summary of Chapter: Delly has been living with Cato for a couple weeks now but his constant sneaking out leaves her feeling angry and alone.

  Warning: Fluff, some angst, mentions of prostitution,

  Author’s Note: This one is a bit longer but we’re starting to get to more exciting parts of the series so get pumped! Again, credit goes to original fanfic.net writer of They Caught Fire. Find it, read it, it’s good. Mine is slightly more flushed out but the idea is the same. So credit where credit is due.

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Delly’s P.O.V

  It had been two weeks since you were torn from your home and brought to the Capitol to live with Cato. He tried explaining it to you but you refused to listen.

  “You can’t ignore me forever” he said after days of you not talking to him, earning a scoff from you as you walked to the couch, “if you would just talk to me, you’d understand why you’re here”

  “I’m not interested”

  “So you’re just going to live here in silence?”

  “If that’s the way it has to be”

  “Whatever,” he sighed, rubbing his temples, “I have to go. Stay here, read some books. Watch something. So whatever, just stay here. Got it?”

  “Yeah-uh” you said, waving your hand to shoo him away and he shook his head as a reply. When he finally left, you caught yourself staring at the closed door, biting the corner of your mouth as you contemplated peeking out the hole in the door. You huffed as you stood up and hopped to the door, hoping you’d still be able to see him, and, there he was, climbing into a limo, “where is he going?” You said to yourself as the car drove away toward the bright lights of the Capitol Centre. You spent a few hours searching through his cabinets and exploring different rooms of the house, starting to get bored but not knowing what else to do. When you had run out of options, you decided to get some sleep when there was a knock on the door, “company?” You thought to yourself, “it couldn’t be, Cato wouldn’t allow that.” Whoever was at the door, knocked again and you stood behind the door, biting your lip as your hand hesitated to open the door

  “Hello?” The voice called, you suddenly flew toward the door to answer it, desperate for company. “Oh! Hello?” they said

  “Hello..” you replied, not inviting them in

  “I’m Finnick,” he smiled, outstretching his hand, “nice to meet you.”

  “I’m--” you stopped, not knowing if you should introduce yourself, “Delly.”

  “Can I come in, Delly?” he asked, walking past you into Cato’s home

  “Uhh..” you stammered, “I’m sorry, Cato isn’t here”

  “No I know. He’s out... partying” he smirked

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “I just wanted to meet you”

  “You know about me?”

  “Cato mentioned something a little while ago”

  “I see...” you sighed, closing the door and walking in his direction

  “He explained you quite accurately,” he said and you tilted your head, “he was very... smitten, let’s say.”

  “Smitten?” you scoffed, “he’s sure doing a hell of a job showing it”

  “Go easy on him, huh?” he said softly, sitting on the couch as if he was going to be staying a while

  “Go easy on the victor who killed my best friend and tore me away from my family?” you snarled

  “He’s been put in a tough situation now. He’s actually not a bad guy...”

  “How am I supposed to act? He won’t tell me why I’m here, He didn’t even ask me to come here -- I was just thrown into a train and dragged here”

  “I have a feeling he tried to tell you why you’re here but you didn’t listen”

  “No...” you tried, “fine. I’ve been trying to ignore him because I’m angry. I don’t want to be here, I want to be at home with my family and friends.”

  “He means well,” he laughed, “he’s just... never had to be nice to anyone before.” You scoffed again, rolling your eyes, finally sitting down next to him

  “You’re really going to tell me to sit there and give him a chance?”

  “Yes”

  “Why?”

  “Because,” he sighed, looking down as he twiddled his thumbs, “I think you’ll realize how much he needs you.” The words caught you off guard. No one had ever needed you before. Not your parents. Not your brother. Not Peeta. No one. So the idea that you could be that important to someone made you want to rethink everything.

  “But..” you started, sighing and leaning back into the couch as you groaned, “I haven’t been able to leave this giant house for two weeks. And he leaves every chance he gets”

  “Let him explain why..” Finnick urged

  “Why can’t I leave?”

  “Because you’re not from here. People would have questions”

  “No one knows me here”

  “You forget that the reapings and the tours are all broadcast. People know you’re Peeta’s best friend. They may not remember your name but they know your story” he replied, leaning his elbows on his knees

  “Great...” you sighed, “so I’m just supposed to give Cato a chance while I stay locked up here like some... prisoner?”

  “Oh, Ms. Cartwright,” he scoffed, “you’re not the only prisoner here.” You scrunched your eyebrows together and opened your mouth to speak when Cato threw the door open and huffed as he walked through the large corridors. Doubling back when he realized that you were, in fact, not alone.

  “Finnick?” he asked with a growl. He looked like he’d had quite the night; shirt torn, hair messed up, a small purple mark forming on his jaw

  “Hey buddy!” Finnick laughed, “how was your night?”

  “What are you doing here?” he said through bared teeth and you watched as Finnick led him back to the door, whispering something in his ear that you didn’t quite hear, until they looked back at you

  “Just sit down and talk to her” Finnick said to Cato as he waved goodbye to you. You waved back and waited for Cato to yell at you for inviting someone in but instead he just closed the door softly and stood with his head against the door for a moment before finally speaking to you

  “I didn’t think you’d still be awake...”

  “I was going to go to bed but Finnick...” you started

  “What did he tell you?” the words grew louder with each step he took toward you, forcing a flinch to overtake you until you were practically cowering with fear

  “He didn’t tell me anything,” you replied meekly, “he just told me to give you a chance.” He seemed to soften at your confession, dropping his head and letting out a sigh

  “You should get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

xx

Cato’s P.O.V.

  You didn’t know what to do with Delly. You weren’t sure if she was telling you the truth about Finnick and you needed to know what he told her in order to protect her. But she was making it increasingly difficult.

  “Delly,” you said as she walked into the kitchen the next morning, “we should talk...”

  “Sure” she replied, sitting down at the table

  “I don’t know what Finnick told you but in order for us to trust each other,” you started, watching her eyes follow your movements, “there’s probably some things you should know.”

  “Yeah.. like... why you’re--”

  “I didn’t tear you away from your home.” You interrupted and she furrowed her brow at you, “I was in the middle of writing you a letter explaining what was going on when Wade, my mentor, explained what was happening to you.”

  “I’m supposed to believe that? I’m not supposed to think that this is what Victors do? That this is what your District Partner would’ve done if the two of you won together? Keeping people around like prizes to do whatever you please with”

  “Don’t you dare talk about her!” you yelled

  “WHY NOT?! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU DO! I AM SO SICK OF WALKING AROUND GLASS TO NOT UPSET YOU!”

  “Watch what you say next Delly...” you warned but she didn’t listen

  “You were all cruel, in that arena. I get it, you had to be. But her?” she said, “she was the worst. Of all of the Careers.”

  “She was a soldier” you said

  “SHE WAS INSANE!”

  “SHE WAS TRAINED!”

  “TO BE A INSANE PERSON?!”

  “IF SHE WAS INSANE, AM I NOT A MONSTER?”

  “MAYBE YOU ARE! MAYBE I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU!”

  “AT LEAST I’M NOT WEAK. LIKE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE BAKER FRIEND.”

  “WHY DID YOU EVEN BRING ME HERE?!” Her yelling had caused her voice to crack and you could only imagine how raw her throat must have felt. Her eyes were beginning to well with tears, “I just wanna go home”

  “If you leave,” he stammered, sitting down across from where you stood, “I can’t protect you”

  “Protect me? From what?” You asked

  “President Snow.”

  “I don’t und--” she started but stopped quickly when you glared at her

  “He saw us talking at the Apothecary, during the Tour,” you explained, “he got the idea in his head that there was something going on between us. So, he used you against me”

  “What does that mean?”

  “He said he would kill you and your family if I didn’t do what he said. I couldn’t let you die. I didn’t want you to die”

  “Why not?” she asked harshly, forcing you to shake your head at her question, “you don’t know me. You don’t know my family. You’ve killed people before, and we’re just from District 12. We’re outsiders right? So it wouldn’t have been a big deal to you to kill us.”

  “Delly...” you said softly, reaching out to hold her hands but she tore them away from you, “Snow wasn’t wrong. Maybe you don’t feel anything for me. Maybe you have feelings for Gale..”

  “Gale?” she questioned

  “But,” you continued, “there was something for me there when we met. I didn’t know what President Snow would do but I knew I couldn’t let anything happen to you. Things just spiraled.” You watched as she shook her head, trying to understand your words, and her eyes shifted around the room

  “Fine.” She huffed, “but explain to me why you’re always leaving? Why I can’t go anywhere? I hate being cooped up here all the time and you leave at all hours of the day! I mean sometimes you’re gone before I wake up and then out the entire day. What are you doing?”

  “I can’t--”

  “You have to!” she yelled

  “No, I don’t!” you shouted back

  “Then let me leave.” She countered, sitting back against her chair and crossing her arms over her chest

  “You know I can’t do that.”

  “Sure you can,” she replied, “let me go outside. Take me with you, wherever it is you go. Take me to one party in the Capitol and I won’t say anything more about it. I’ll stay here and continue to do as you expect me to do.”

  “Delly...” you groaned

  “I’m thousands of miles from home. From my family. From everything I’ve ever known. I deserve not to be treated like a criminal!” The two of you stared at each other for a while before you eventually agreed, even though you knew it was a bad idea that meant Snow would be displeased. But the smile on her face almost made it worth it, you just hoped it would be a fatal agreement.

xx

Delly’s P.O.V

  You had somehow managed to convince Cato to take you out of his mansion and into the Capitol for a party. You were sure that was where he was constantly running off to every night and you just wanted to see why he was so consumed with it. He set out a dress for you on your bed that you were positive his stylist had picked out for him -- a short metallic pastel blue dress to compliment his eyes with sharp shoulders that reminded you of Effie Trinket’s outfits during the Reapings -- and you quickly got dressed to head to the club that Cato was taking you to. When you walked into the club, you were in awe at the opulence of it all; the ceiling stretched for miles and the marble tile covered the entirety of the club, making the music echo throughout every corner. There was stained glass on the dome ceiling that looked as if it depicted great wars and you couldn’t help but be lost in the images you saw.

  “Delly?” Cato asked, bringing you back to reality

  “Sorry,” you said, “I’ve just never seen anything so beautiful before”

  “You’re going to give yourself away” he whispered to you

  “What do you mean?” you asked

  “I got you this dress so people would think that you were from the inner districts, 1, 2, 3, not from District 12. If you continue to fawn over the ceiling, people will definitely know you’re not from here,” he chided, still whispering in your ear, “you look stunning by the way.” You blushed at his compliment and composed yourself, taking your eyes away from the décor

  “So, how do I blend in?” you asked

  “For starters,” he smirked, “have a drink. Then something to eat. Then move over to the dance floor”

  “I’m allowed to dance?” you joked

  “Yes,” he said, “but not too much. Just enough to show off your dress and then head back to the bar.” You did as he said, not wanting to get either of you in trouble, until you saw someone pull him aside

  “He’s just doing business,” a voice said from behind you, “don’t worry, he won’t leave you behind.” You turned around to find Johanna Mason watching Cato walk away with a woman much older than him

  “What do you mean?” you said as you turned to her, “what kind of business?”

  “Oh sweetheart,” she laughed, “you must be the girl from District 12.”

  “What? No! I’m from District 1...” you lied, hoping that the dress and your makeup would fool her

  “He talked about you, Cato, he told us about the girl he met on his Victory Tour whose hair was beautifully gold and whose eyes were like oceans of Sapphire.” She scoffed, forcing you to furrow your brows at her statements, “It’s okay, I’m not going to out you.”

  “What did you mean about Cato? What kind of business is he doing with that woman?” you asked again

  “President Snow has many of the Victors... sell themselves to members of the Capitol Elite as a way of keeping them in line.” You thought about it for a moment but didn’t want to believe it

  “No,” you replied, “Snow loves Cato. He was the perfect victor. He believes that the games are exactly what Snow has told Panem they are.”

  “It’s that kind of dedication that Snow preys on. He needs someone who he can control and tell him that it’s all the price you pay for winning the Games.” She moved to sit down on a curved, purple velvet couch and encouraged you to do the same, which you did, as she continued to explain, “See, I’m not like the other Victors. I don’t have anyone left that I care about so Snow couldn’t force me to do anything. I was free to decline his offer and he couldn’t do anything about it. But the others, they weren’t so lucky. Our dear President would threaten the lives of those we loved most if we, as Victors, didn’t do exactly as he asked.”

  “He said he’d kill us” you mumbled to yourself

  “Yes,” Johanna responded, “or, more accurately, he’d have someone kill you.”

  “So why me? Why would President Snow threaten to kill me and not Cato’s family?”

  “Because,” she huffed, “Cato’s family are the only ones in District 2 who train the tributes to become Victors. Sure, it’s an illegal activity that should not be condoned by our government but it makes for a more exciting Hunger Games, so President Snow allows it. Encourages it even. And because Cato’s parents are the experts in training our young Victors, Snow knew Cato wouldn’t believe his threats against them. That’s where you come in.”

  “I’m not exactly Cato’s type...” you groaned, “he’s not exactly going to worry about me enough for Snow not to kill me or my family. I mean... if he cared he wouldn’t be working tonight”

  “He’s always working. Whether he thinks he is or not” she said

  “So what do I do?” You replied, turning your head in hopes of finding the tall blonde victor you came with

  “Take in the Capitol luxury. Drink, dance, eat. Kiss someone if you want. But be careful what you say. You never know who might be listening...” You turned your head back just in time to find Johanna had left you and you shrugged before heading to the bar to order a drink, only to be stopped by an arm

  “I’ve never seen you before...” the voice that belonged to the arm said

  “I’m.. uhm... a friend of Cato’s...” you stuttered

  “The new victor?” you nodded nervously, “I’m Gloss.” He seemed to be sizing you up and you weren’t quite sure how to proceed, “you look familiar. Where would I have seen you?” he continued to pry and your mouth began to feel dry

  “He bothering you?” Cato said as he suddenly appeared behind you

  “No, he’s fine. It’s fine, I was just going to get a drink...” you replied, gesturing toward the bar and to Gloss to get him to move aside. He apologized and moved aside while you ordered a drink but when the bartender wouldn’t order you a drink, Cato stepped in

  “Glass of Champagne, Bartender,” he said, “and quick. Before I get angry.” You looked up at him, amazed at how much his presence seemed to compel everyone to listen to him, before smiling and taking a sip of your drink. “What?” he chuckled when he noticed you staring

  “Dance with me” you smiled

  “I don’t know, Delly,” he whined, “people might talk.”

  “People will always talk but we’re here to have fun”

  “One dance.” He caved and you dragged him onto the dance floor. You both moved to the fast-paced music, you laughing at him when he did an old-fashioned dance move, until the music slowed and you awkwardly smiled at him

  “I know you said one dance...” he smiled back at you, moving closer to you and putting your arms on his shoulders while he placed his hands on your hips. His eyes began roaming the club and you tried to bring his attention back to you, if only to calm his nerves, but it didn’t work.

  “We should go. People are staring...” He dropped his hands from your hips, taking your hand and leading you outside where a car was waiting. When you arrived back at his house, he ran ahead of you and you tried to talk to him

  “Cato...” you called, “please, Cato, talk to me.” He stood across from you, eyes trained on yours, and you took a sharp inhale in preparation for what he might say

  “We shouldn’t have been dancing like that. I shouldn’t have brought you there.” He replied sternly

  “Why didn’t you tell me? About what Snow was making you do?” you asked, moving slowly toward him

  “What was I supposed to say? I’m being prostituted by our President so you don’t die?”

  “Yes!” you exclaimed, “because it’s the truth. And it would have made so much more sense than him just bringing me here for no reason.”

  “Well, I didn’t know exactly what to say...” He dropped his eyes to the floor and, for the first time, he seemed so vulnerable. Almost scared.

  “You don’t have to say anything else if you don’t want to. I get it now. I get that he’s got a hold on you and that you’re just as much a prisoner as I felt I was. I’m here to listen, if you need it, but otherwise, I’ll do as you ask and stay here. I won’t complain and I won’t ask questions.”

  “I don’t want you to be miserable...” he confessed and you smiled

  “Just talk to me every once in a while. Make me feel like I’m human and maybe you’ll feel more human, too.”

  “Deal.” He smiled, gently taking your hand in his, rubbing your palm with his thumb before clearing his throat and heading to bed. You weren’t sure what any of tonight meant -- the dance, the kindness he showed you, the way he stood up for you, -- but you hoped that this wasn’t all there was for the two of you.

[phoebehalliwell]

I love your mini essays! They’re like mini fanfics! That one with Phoebe’s baby and her relationship with coop had me in the edge of my seat! (Would love to read a fanfic for it it you ever write one!!!) On that note, what do you think would have happened if headcanoned baby PJ is she existed in the dark future? (●´ω｀●)

thank you so much 💕💞💕💞 !! (and if i ever to chose to transcribe it into actual fic form i will be sure to post about it here so u can find it 🥰) as far as darkfuture!pj:

okay so what i’ve written so far in regards to the dark future has phoebe binding her powers and turning her back on witchcraft as a whole. she and coop never officially get married but they do stay in a long term committed relationship. phoebe was in new york, then moved back to sf, then moved back again to new york when pj was barely 1. phoebe binds her daughters powers as they are born and never teaches them any magic. she also raises them with no knowledge that they have any cousins or extended family, and tries to sever herself from the magical community as a whole to better protect her kids. that being said, phoebe does raise her daughters telling them bedtime stories of witches and cupids and magic, just in case the time ever comes where her daughters ever need to defend themselves. coop also gets all three girls their own cupid rings (he plans to give them to each of his daughters on their tenth birthday, but pj is the only one to make it to age ten before phoebe dies)

phoebe is the first of the charmed ones to be picked off, killed by wyatt in the middle of a normal wednesday afternoon. as she hasn’t been in contact with any of her family, wyatt doesn’t really know about her daughters. her final act is to set fire to the apartment she was living in, in hopes to burn the evidence of pj, parker, and peyton). wyatt also doesn’t know about coop, allowing him to travel back and grab the makeshift book of shadows phoebe scribbled in old notebook (he tries saving phoebe, but after attempt no. 5, wyatt can begin to sense a magical interference in the timeline, and coop accepts that if he tries again, he risks exposing himself and his daughters). coop pulls his daughters out of school, gives pj the book and parker and peyton their rings, and tells them that some very bad people will be after them, and that they’re going to have to watch out for one another. he tells his daughters to remember the stories they were told growing up, and, when the time comes, to read the first spell in the book. his final act is the hail a taxi and sent them to an address where he says they can get help. coop gets as far away as he can from wyatt’s attack before beaming to the mitchell house to warn paige.

now, pj is 11, parker is 9, and little baby peyton is 7, so this is uhh como se dice A Very Bad Time to be shoved out on our own in the world, but PJ, as the oldest and also the only one to have graduated elementary school, is ready to step up to the plate and protect what’s left of her family. when they arrive at whatever address their dad gave the taxi guy, pj quickly ushers her sisters out of the car and goes and knocks on the door with integrity, introducing herself as “prudence johanna halliwell” with her back straight and eyes level, ready to present herself as the leader of her family. well at the name “halliwell” the girls are quickly ushered inside as darryl and sheila have a very intense, hushed conversation in the kitchen. after confirming phoebe’s death, darryl decides that the safest place for the girls is with sheila’s mother in vermont, banking on the multiple degrees of separation to keep both his family and phoebe’s daughters safe. there, each sister goes by her middle name and abandons the halliwell last name. after all, johanna, rose, and marie morris of middletown, vermont are a lot harder to tie to the charmed ones that three halliwells sporting “p” names.

and that’s how they grow up. johanna keeps alive the stories she was told growing up and, if she’s brave enough, will sneak down to basement and move aside a could bricks to reveal a hole in the wall where the makeshift book of shadows is kept and flip through the pages. one day, when she’s thirteen and the city of san francisco has already fallen to wyatt’s magical regime, she notices someone staring just a little bit too long at the cupid ring on her finger. it could be just the unique nature of the ring, it could be someone who knows what a cupid is. either way, johanna takes her and her sisters rings and hides them with the book. she also stops telling the stories her parents used to tell her, because she fears the more her sisters know the more likely they are to draw attention to themselves. sheila’s mother doesn’t quite know the stories of the girls she’s been raising, but she can tell there might be something... off about them. as more cities fall and magic becomes not only known to mortals but hated to them, johanna gets increasingly paranoid about the world around her. rose tries to remain cool and insists that so long as they keep their head down there is no way the world will ever find out they’re witches (the girls themselves don’t even know they’re descendants of the charmed ones, they didn’t even know phoebe had sisters). little marie is only ten, so the older sister swear to pretend as if they aren’t magical at all, hoping that marie will forget as a whole. 

when johanna is fourteen the first WitchHunter™ is unveiled, a flying robot thing that can scan a face and say whether or not the being is magical. johanna doesn’t know if it would recognize her and her sisters or not. at first they are only used in major cities, but regardless, the girls refuse to set foot in any corporate store in case the security cameras feed back to a larger WitchHunter database. johanna dyes her hair black, rose shaves her head. marie doesn’t know why her sisters are altering their appearance, but follows suit. she dyes her hair a dark brown and cuts long, fringy bangs. all three girls adopt bandannas in their hair as a new look, always tied loose enough that they could be pulled down over the face at a moments notice. that works for the next two years.

in late 2023 a rebellion that has been forming launches an attack on wyatt, doing significant damage, but in the end, losing. after this wyatt really goes on a kick reminding the world of the power he comes from, the undeniable magic of the twice blessed, son of the charmed ones. there are propaganda videos and everything and whoo what a helluva way to learn your mother was a charmed one. the girls have to reevaluate everything. 

rose is the one who wants to go and fight, arguing that they have the power to make a difference. marie, who, by the way, is only 12, argues that they have no training, they weren’t raised witches, and they would be entering a war fought by experts. johanna wants to side with rose and wants to help protect people, but at the same time, she has to wonder why her mother ran away, why she chose to raise them all apart from witchcraft. but then again, they were left a spellbook. they were given cupid rings. johanna remembers her father telling her that when the time comes - when, not if - to read the first spell in the book. they weren’t raised witches, but they were destined to become ones.

in the dead of night, the girls sneak down to the basement and find the hidden book and rings, and run into the woods. once they’re far enough from the town they were basically raised in, they flip open the book. sitting in a circle, hand in hand, cupid rings on, the girls recite the dominus trinus. there’s a new power of three, and prudence, parker, and peyton halliwell are ready to kick some ass with it.