#unhinged is written all over their cute little face

[everythingseasoning]

Smut reader for my Series: Stay with me, Satoru

Virgin reader x feral Satoru

MINORS GET OUT, MDNI, 18+

Trigger Warnings: feral satoru, little bit of manhandling, satoru kinda disregards reader’s nerves (this fic is not for everyone, especially if you have certain triggers, so please read at ur own discretion 🤍)

He couldn’t help it— you were too cute. Satoru let out a low chuckle, his ocean-eyes flashing like a glacier in the moonlight. You watched him as he stared right into your own eyes; Satoru’s irises gleamed, and he smiled maniacally. He was looking into the depths of your soul without really seeing your present self— your expression shifted to one of concern, but Satoru kept staring, not moving at all—

Oh. It was happening again. There were times Satoru went a little insane, showing an unhinged side to himself. Like right now, with those shining eyes. You felt a chill run through your body. “Satoru? You’re scaring me,” you said quietly.

You saw something flicker across Satoru’s face, and your boyfriend cocked his head.

“Sorry babe,” Satoru said, voice low, sensual and rich, warbling. Suddenly you were in the air— you let out a yelp as you felt an impact, your back on the mattress, the breath knocked out from your chest. Satoru stood looming over you, his blue eyes flashing in the dark, his snow-white hair glowing like the moon.

“T–toru—” you squeaked, eyes wide as saucers as you gazed up at him.

“Now, my love, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to take you this instant. And that wouldn’t be good for you, would it now?” Satoru sing-songed.

“Wait— this is— this is too much,” you gasped as Satoru took a slow, calculated step towards you. Things were going too fast. You were anxious, you’d never had sex before, and you wanted to take things slowly. But all you could see was Satoru’s tall, lean frame domineering over you, and the rainy window behind him. Brilliant lightning flashed in the purple distance.

“What’s too much, darling?” Satoru asked, taking another step closer.

“I just feel like you’re going to wreck me. I’m really nervous.”

Satoru was never one to get turned on by weakness, but for some reason, your fragility and fawn-like nature worked oh so well in the bedroom.

My my, he just had so much to show you. You wouldn’t be an inexperienced virgin by the end of the night, not with his plan. He’s a teacher, after all. He wants you to figure out the way by diving right in, and figuring out your own rhythm.

Your breath hitched as Satoru pounced on you, his knees bent on the mattress, caging you in as he straddled you from above.

“I am going to wreck you darling,” Satoru breathed, as he pressed feather light kisses to your forehead. You shivered as your boyfriend kept whispering, his voice rumbling gently in the dark. “And you’ll find out what you like, what makes you feel so good. It’s time to learn fast, baby.”

i don’t know if i should finish this— i found this draft in my Google docs for my upcoming enemies to lovers, slow burn & detailed Gojo x reader fanfiction series here, // i must’ve written this when I was feeling a little something something. ♨️♨️

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[inuyashaluver]

Queen! Ur writing is always so perfect 💋 would u consider writing something for Mearps?

tiktok exposure - mary earps

mary earps x reader

description: in which your secret girlfriend exposes your relationship on her tiktok

warnings: reader gets slapped with a tortilla - funniest warning i’ve ever written in my life, little swearing, unhinged but so am i

a/n: omg, lovely, you’re so sweet! thank you for the kindness and the request, hope you enjoy ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, mary were in a relatively ‘secret’ relationship. your friends, family and teammates all knew about it, the only people really left in the dark was the media.

there wasn’t any specific reason for it, you and mary just thought it would be better this way in the beginning stages of your relationship. but the thing is, you’ve been dating for over 5 years and people still think that you and mary are just affectionate best friends. slowly but surely, you both didn’t want to hide it any longer.

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you met mary in the england youth teams. originally, she didn’t like you at first. you were a forward and she was a keeper, and even though you were on the same team, her body would burn in anger when the ball you sent to the back of the net would graze her fingertips everytime.

you were always labelled a sweetheart, one of the nicest girls on the team by a long shot and no one could deny it, not even mary.

she always claimed she didn’t like you but as the time progressed, she began to admire you. mistaking her ‘dislike’ for intrigue.

to ‘settle your differences’, you and mary were forced to room together at every camp, meaning the two of you would talk and goof off together. it was clear to your teammates that you both liked each other, so with a gentle push, mary made the first move and asked you out. and ever since then, you’d been inseparable.

—

you and mary ended up playing together at all the same clubs, labelling the two of you as the unstoppable best friends, something that the two of you would laugh about.

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it was the women’s world cup, you and mary getting called up for the senior team at the same time in your shared flat. it was nerve wracking, yet exciting, as everyone had good feelings about the tournament.

during this time, your girlfriend had grown quite a love for frequently posting on tiktok, making random videos with your teammates everyday. occasionally she would vlog and get you to say “hi” the comments always saying how cute your friendship was.

“hello, everyone! millie and mary here,” mary holds the phone while she sits on the plane next to millie, you’re sitting behind her. “we’re gonna play around with this guess the country filter while everyone is sleeping” mary says in a lame attempt of a whisper while her and millie cackle.

millie glances around the plane until her eyes fall on your sleeping figure. “literally everyone is sleeping right now, look at your girl over here” millie gestures to you and mary’s face lights up, she lifts up her phone to show you sleeping next to maya, both of you bundled up in hoodies. though what mary didn’t realise, was that you were wearing her hoodie.

“sleepy girls” mary coos before laughing and propping the phone up so they could continue the video.

“what’s that?” millie asks

“jaw, teeth? mail teeth?” mary says in full confusion

you woke up to the loud laughs of mary and millie with a groan, you peer over the front of your seat to see the two of them goofing off on mary’s phone. you’re visible in the camera, your tired eyes evident on your face.

you slap them both on the back of the head and they both let out a gasp in surprise, snapping their heads to see a very grumpy you staring down at them.

“too loud” you grit out and mary smiles up at you affectionately, moving her hand to pinch your cheek gently. “sorry, love” she laughs, millie blows you a kiss in apology and you couldn’t help but smile. before you sit down, you wave at the camera, “it’s india” you say simply before sitting back down, hearing the excited yells of astonishment at your correct answer.

the video blows up, specifically the comments saying how funny you all were. there were some comments saying how you were wearing mary’s clothes and some saying the way mary looked at you was anything but friendly but fans were quickly shutting them down.

everyone truly believed the two of you were best friends but the video began to decay those opinions. the speculations were growing and you and mary honestly found it quite funny.

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you and mary room together, forcing you to film as many videos as she could with you. her tiktok page filling up completely with random videos during the day or challenges she would do with different teammates.

the social media admin was also having a field day with all the content being released from mary, they’d also been releasing their own. one that sparked a lot of interest in particular, was one of you and mary arriving to a game.

she’d gotten off the bus first and waved to the camera, grabbing your hand and helping you walk down the stairs. when you reach the ground, you look up at her and smile affectionately before she bends down slightly, showing you her back.

you instantly take the invitation and she piggybacks you while you wave to the camera.

“i only arrive in style” you joke at the camera, throwing it a wink as you rest your cheek against mary’s. “what about me?” mary mocks, you just smile and nuzzle into her.

in the distance, ella is speaking to alessia, “i wish my partner was here so i didn’t have to walk” she jokes, it’s barely audible but fans picked it up right away. at this point, you and mary didn’t really care, you were just being you and having fun and that’s all that mattered for the both of you.

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though, a video that fully confirmed your relationship was made by mary. she’d begged you to join her on a challenge and claimed it would be extremely funny.

“baby, please, it’ll be so good!” she pleads, hugging you from behind while you brush your teeth. “can’t you ask me later?” you muffle out, mouth full of toothpaste and she laughs affectionately. kissing your cheek repeatedly as she squeezed your waist gently. she stares at you in the mirror and you give in easily, “fine” you groan, finishing up brushing your teeth as she squeals excitedly.

you had training today, both of you agreed to film the video at the training facility as it involved water.

she’d clearly already organised this, when she walked you in the room, the entire team was there and had brought all the materials.

you laugh in disbelief as your water bottle and tortillas are thrusted in your hands. “what are we doing again?” you smile at mary while she gives the phone to another tiktok expert, esme to film. “so we fill our mouths with water and then do scissors, paper, rock and then whoever wins slaps the other person with the tortilla” mary explains, all the girls are in fits of giggles excited to see the video happen right in front of them.

you shake your head amusingly but agree, laughing when mary gives you your tortilla. she does a quick intro with her arm slung around your shoulder. “hello everyone, me and this hottie over here have a great video for you today, enjoy!” she says cheekily, you roll your eyes at the pet name and ignore the teasing coming from behind the phone.

you fill your mouth up with water and try not to laugh at mary’s appearance, she was clearly trying to make you laugh and it took everything in you to hold it in. you send her a warning glare before holding your hands up for scissors, paper, rock.

you win the first one and gently slap mary’s cheek with the tortilla, clearly missing the challenge. people awe at you from behind the camera and you look at them confused, mary swallows her water and laughs. “you’re so cute, (y/n/n)!” millie yells and you try not to laugh at her.

“you need to slap hard!” mary exclaims, your eyes widen but you nod, gesturing for her to continue. you win again and look at mary trying not to laugh. you slap a little harder but still quite gentle and mary smiles at you, swallowing her water and pulling you into a little hug.

“i’ve picked the wrong person to do this with” she coos, you swallow your water and laugh when she cradles your head to her chest. “you’ve gotta slap me really hard with it, love, don’t hold back!” mary smiles at you before separating again.

you get back into position and do scissors, paper, rock again, this time mary wins and you look at her nervously. she smirks and lines the tortilla up next to your face. you let out a little squeal in fear as she pretends to slap you but doesn’t. the team laughs brightly at the interaction, some of them a little scared for your cheek.

mary finally slaps you with the tortilla and your eyes widen in shock and you spit out a little water in the process. the slap was hard, so hard that she broke the tortilla in the process. people let out shocked gasps and laughs as they watch you recover. you were trying not to spit out your water from laughter but failing completely, you keep laughing with little spits of water coming out of your mouth while you hold your cheek.

mary looks at you in shock, swallowing the water and cradling your face between her hands. “baby! oh my god, i’m so sorry” she looks into your eyes and smiles when she sees you laughing.

“shit, mearps, the gym is working out for you” you joke, she kisses your slapped cheek repeatedly as an apology and you can feel yourself growing warm. “i’m so sorry, my love” mary says earnestly, you kiss her cheek back and tell her not to worry about it.

you walk up to the camera with a big grin, showing them your cheek with a laugh. “confirmed, mary earps is a tortilla abuser, slapped her own girlfriend” you joke, mary laughs brightly from behind you, “oi!” she hoists you over her shoulder and you let out a gleeful laugh, she playfully slaps your behind and runs off. esme stops the camera and the girls watch it back together, pissing themselves laughing at it.

mary takes you to a hidden corner of the room and pulls you into a loving kiss, it lasts for a couple seconds before she pulls back and inspects your cheek. “i’m so sorry, baby, i overestimated the strength of the tortilla” she laughs, “it’s okay, babe, now i can say mary earps slapped me with a tortilla, big achievement” you shrug, she smirks and closes the gap, kissing you again quickly before walking towards the girls again.

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the video blows up, becoming one of the most popular world cup videos as well as the confirmation of your relationship. everyone claims “they knew it” on the video and sending the two of you support. now that everyone knows, mary will make couple tiktoks with you and feeds everyone in the woso community their favourite couple content.

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you know the drill!!! - just pretend it’s you xx ily chlo

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yourname: mary earps slapped her own girlfriend with a tortilla

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[multifandomwhore-003]

Coward

Pairing: Robby Keene x female! adopted! Moskowitz! reader

Summary: Honestly, just the most angsty shit I've written in a while.

Genre(s): angst,angst, and more angst.

Warning(s): I'm only following the show's timeline from season 1 to the first half of season 4. They're Taylor Swift/Billie Eilish/other depressing artists coded, more specifically "No time to die", "My tears ricochet", "I love you", "The Archer", "Afterglow", "Line without a hook", "All too well" "That way", "You broke me first", "The Great war", and the list goes on and on so just pick your poison.

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A/N: QUICK DISCLAIMERS, I made the reader adopted bc clearly Eli's/Hawk's family is white so this way the reader can be a poc if that's the case, I started this back when S4 came out and just finished it... what does that say about me? Idk. ALSO, Robby's S4 era will always be superior, Robby from S4 you will always be famous, he was unhinged, hot, a menace, and iconic, in this essay I will-

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The All Valley's karate rivalry was as old as time, as strong as god's will, and in your opinion, as stupid as it sounds; not to everyone though, especially your brother, the great and mighty Hawk who loved to parade around the city with his new look that carried every piece of confidence he had, unfortunately, now that it was taken away from him, he felt worthless.

You never had a thing against any of the participating parties in this ridiculous dispute, you didn't mess with them, and they didn't mess with you, but you had a limit whenever they attacked your brother, a tiny fine line that went from 'superficial wounds' to 'profound damage' and they crossed it. More like, Robby 'cute face' Keene, crossed it. Even though there was a 98% chance that your brother had brought this on himself, he was still your brother and you'd do anything for your family.

You pushed the glass doors storming into the empty section of the building and hearing them slightly vibrate behind you, "Keene," your voice was stern, no response, "Keene!" 

"Back here!" He yelled from the back room.

The stride of your heels resounded in every corner of the concrete, a strong, dominant, and potent tone that could easily make anyone even slightly fearful. And Robby Keene wasn't the exception, no matter how many times Sensei Reese and Sensei Silver prepared him to be a champion, no matter how many hours he had proven to be Cobra Kai's worthiest inheritor, no matter how much muscle mass he gained by the minute, no matter how many days he spent in prison, no matter how many people he'd fought, no matter how many kids in the valley were scared of him, everyone has a weakness, and you were one of his.

There wasn't something in this world he could hate more than that because it didn't make sense, it didn't make any fucking sense for you of all people to hold so much power over him after everything that happened, there was an evident reason behind esteeming the adults around him, some of the other students even, but you? What else were you if not a lovely face? The most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life, he knew the answer, a little too well for his liking, and as much as he hated it, the fact that you were so out of reach made him want you more.

But he pretended, okay? Oh, he loved, adored even, to act all tough and cocky around you as if you couldn't break his entire facade into little pieces if you so much as softened your features for him, a minimal act he thought he'd never see again, and still, he'd imagined it, he'd daydream about it almost every time you were near him, which with the new tournament coming up, seeing you became more and more recurrent, and so, it didn't get easier to hate you, in fact, the more he saw you, the harder it got.

If and only if you were held at gunpoint, you'd admit that the boy was attractive, pretty even, mostly because you would be sentenced to death by your family or hanged for treason by your brother's friends, but also because confessing to like him meant confessing you liked the guy who for better or for worse, ended up in juvie, and it was something that you didn't wanna be linked with.

You didn't have to say it to know that after all, you were still genuinely captivated by his physique and attitude, the way he carried himself everywhere he went, his ability to make himself seen without saying a word, how he wasn't easy to overlook; maybe it was just you who noticed his presence so intensely, perhaps you convinced yourself the rest of the world did as well just so you wouldn't feel so pathetic by the fact that you couldn't ignore him. And in the attempt to make your life easier and 'problem-free' by neglecting your feelings, it backfired by raising the complicity lever of your desires.

"What can I do for you, Princess?" he didn’t bother to turn around perhaps you’d go quickly so he didn’t have to train his self-control, not again.

If you were in a different mood, you would've rolled your eyes at the little nickname you despised so much, he gave it to you not only to point out that your economical status was clearly higher than his, but also to remind the 10-month-old age gap between you and your brother, a small amount of time that doomed your life to always be put under him, to your family, he was going to grow to be a King, the one who was gonna inherit every important part of their heritage, and you were stuck to be only that, a Princess.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put your ass back in jail?" You fumed, irritation blurring out your judgment.

"Because legally, I did nothing wrong, and even if I did, you have no proof of it," he grinned.

"Then explain to me what the hell is wrong with you?!” you spun him by his shoulder,  “You really thought you could just casually shame my brother by cutting his hair and I wouldn't come here to defend him?!"

"You mean the same hair that made him think he could be a bully?" he remained calm.

"You know damn well I never agreed with that," you spat, "Do I need to remind you he was suspended for a week because I went to the principal? And regardless of that, you wanna complain about him making others feel less with violence while you do the same?" you scoffed,  "Wow," you stated with sarcasm.

"It's hair, it'll grow back,"

"You humiliated him! You made him nothing! Not to mention you used a barber's blade, idiot, did you think about how fucking dangerous that was? You could've seriously injured him if he made the wrong move!"

"I warned him, good thing he knows how to listen, he’s not as stupid as he looks," he taunted you more.

You shook your head, "You're gonna listen to me Keene, and you're gonna listen to me very carefully," you got close to him, "If you even so much as breathe in his direction before the tournament, I will end you,"

He chuckled, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"No, only cowards like you and your minions make threats, mine is a promise,"

"I'm not a coward," he clenched his jaw holding back the increasing anger.

You laughed, and somehow said more than words could.

"Says the one who came here when it was all alone knowing that if it wasn't, you would've gotten your ass beaten,"

"By who? Your little friend who's on probation?” you tilted your head with an arrogant smirk, “No, you see, I came here at this time because I'm smart, I mean let's be honest, you've never done anything to hurt me and you never will, because… well," you raised your shoulders feeding the fire in his eyes.

"So what? Do you want me to hurt you to prove that I'm not?" he towered over you.

You nodded, "Yes," you took another step towards him, "But then again, you don't want me to win, do you? Because if you hurt me, then that means you care about what I think,”  your voice got slower, “and what would that say about you? True winners don't have to prove anything to anyone but themselves, that's the difference between all of you and me," you separated from him slightly, "But go ahead, make my day and land the first punch,"

He froze in his place processing your words and just barely he noticed he missed your closeness, he couldn't bring himself to do so, pushing down the consuming rage that, later on, would show up stronger when Silver and Kreese find out about this encounter.

"That's what I thought," you scrunched your nose,  "You karate nerds are so stupid, who needs to get physical when you have words?" you told more to yourself, and right when you were about to make, what you considered, a triumphal exit, your arm got yanked, your chest hit him, and your faces were less than an inch away, "What are you doing?" you whispered.

The vulnerability of your words and the fragility of your look melted him, for a split second he lost track of his purpose, but it wasn't until he remembered your words that he snapped out of the trance, "Hurting you," he whispered back before placing your lips on his.

It didn't take long for his action to hitch your respiration, stun your nerves, fill your veins with adrenaline, whisk your logic, and for you to correspond. It was embarrassingly quick if to be completely honest, but it didn't matter, frankly, you were so unashamed of it that your hands slipped behind his neck pushing the two of you impossibly closer. It was hungry, desperate, and frantic; you finally understood Adam and Eve no matter how much you hated religion, finally comprehended the temptation of the forbidden fruit, sweet, delicious, and addictive.

Instinctively, he gently pushed you against the nearest wall and you felt his fingers getting lost in your hair, "I don't need to use a lot of strength to hurt you," he pulled you away trying to recover his breath, "I'm gonna hurt your pride by making you moan my name,"

"Easy there, snake boy," you managed to gasp out as you trailed your fingertips fastidiously along his jawline whilst slightly lifting his chin, "What makes you think you won't moan mine," you weren't ready to let your guard down, not yet, you then switched positions holding his shoulders against the cement. In an act of pure selfishness, you softly cupped his face somewhat catching him off guard, his nose brushed yours as your top lip created contact that was so minimal it could almost be imperceptible, "Nice try,  Keene, but unfortunately for you, I don't fuck losers," you mumbled, although you could've said it in a more impactful tone, you knew, you knew that the intimacy of it all would make your words burn into the very depths of his soul.

You walked out of the Dojo quite easily with him as perplexed as a Marmol statue, the catch was having to drive around the city to cool off your system and release the tension of it all. However, it didn't work, not even a little bit, not even at all, your mind played every different scenario of the continuation of your reckless actions, it was your fault, and you had to accept it, you went to face him knowing damn well how you felt for him, you went knowing damn well he wouldn't just back down easily, knowing he would've put up a fight one way or another, you knew deep inside you, you knew this could happen, you wanted it to happen. 

It was inevitable, your brother was just the perfect excuse and you used it, you took advantage of it, you abused it even, he begged you not to do anything and you didn't care enough to listen, you just had to see him, you had to confront him after almost a year of holding back. 

You met him while he was still working for the LaRussos, Daniel and your mom had known each other since college, so whenever they began a conversation, no one could stop them or be part of it; on that occasion, you two were invited for dinner, you brother naturally skipped it, but you were forced to go. You couldn't really complain, Sam was nice company at times, and you would mostly gossip about school or complain about teachers, nothing too deep; however, it even amazed you how rapidly you connected with Robby. Was your entire conversation from that night centered on making fun of the adults? Yeah, but you couldn't stop cackling the entire time. After that, whenever you saw each other you two resumed that same chemistry, constantly coming up with inside jokes or witty comments regarding your family, friends, possible love interests, etc. It then patiently evolved into a solid friendship by revealing heavy details of both of your lives; other types of sentiments involved or not, there was a time when all you had was each other. 

But the school fight changed everything, Hawk had a personal vendetta against the person who put one of his best friends in a coma, and you... you were scared, not furious, not bitter, just terrified. Of him, your brother and his friends, Sam, everyone that had to go through the aftermath of it all; you burned all of those bridges, gasoline and everything, changed schools in a different part of town, shut down that part of your life. You couldn't afford to give your family another reason to put you under. 

"Y/N,  could you stop procrastinating and do something productive?” your mother interrupted your thinkings, “I gotta take this call, take care of them for a minute," she pointed at the waiters.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I- I'll watch them," you answered.

She stepped away.

You huffed scanning the restaurant your family proudly called theirs, it was a second home, warm, comfy, filled with known people, and although you couldn’t make sense of it, you’d always perceived the hazy calmness through the chaos. 

There was something hardly recognizable besides the door, at first glance your eyes overlooked it, but as you double-checked your body tensed and your eyes widened so much you were sure they were gonna pop out, he was here.

The last time he showed up at the business was the night before the incident, your parents had conveniently gone to a business dinner and your brother had no intentions on getting out of the house with his hangover, and like every other time he'd been there, you two would steal food from the kitchen, go up to the rooftop and talk about nothing and everything.

Flashback

"And now Mr. LaRusso doesn't wanna have anything to do with me," his voice weakened.

"Oh my god, Robby," you wasted no time in hugging him tightly, "I'm sorry," 

He nuzzled in the crook of your neck sparking something in your gut, you never failed to react to the crumbs of intimacy you always had. His eyes began to water, tears falling into your shirt.

"It's okay, it's okay," you comforted him, both of your torsos gently swinging.

"It hurts so much," he sniffled, "Why does it hurt so much?" it might've sounded a little too melodramatic, perhaps absurd, but he wasn't afraid to be like that, vulnerable, not with you, you never gave him a reason to be.

You pursed your lips, your throat was dry, you were speechless although you'd never been the quiet type, and all you could do was hold him even tighter, a subtle yet relevant symbolism that reminded you that was the closest you could get.

"Why does everyone always leave?" he let the question settle into the breeze although it felt more personal.

It broke you to see him like this, no pain you've ever felt was comparable to seeing he whom you love miserable, there was nothing else you could do but be there, though you didn't think it was nearly as enough as what he needed, "I- I don't know," you couldn't tell if you were lucky to have never experienced such experience, or misfortunate to not have said wisdom to heal him. You cautiously cupped his face, as if one of your movements could hurt him more, he was like stained glass, complicated, fractured, fragile, and yet, his cracks and colors made him the most beautiful soul you’ve ever met "I won't leave you," you ran your thumbs through his cheeks, drying the small showings of his pain.

"You promise?"

"I promise,"

End of flashback

You tried not to draw too much attention to yourself while jogging towards the entrance, "What the hell are you doing here?" you blurted out.

"I wanna talk to you," he seemed happy, probably because of how fearful you, on the other hand, were.

"You- you can't be here right now, I'm not messin' around," you shook your head, you had to react as discreetly as possible.

"Why? Your brother isn't here,"

"It's not just my brother, okay? My family will kill you on sight, please, listen to me," you grabbed his shoulders, "We can't talk, not here,"

"Where then?"

"I-" you looked around making sure your mom was still in her office, "Do we really have to do this right now?" you insisted.

"Yes," he stated firmly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Okay, come on," you pulled his hand with a strength that wasn't necessary.

You entered the tiny meetings room on the other side of the establishment, because of your dad's usual tantrums, it didn't have a camera and it was sound-proofed; you made sure to lock the door and turn off the light so it wouldn't be visible from the bottom of the wood.

"Okay, make it quick, I need to get back to my mom," your words were rushed and stumbling with each other.

"You truly are terrified of your parents aren't you?" he crossed his arms.

"I don't have time for this Robby-"

"Thought I was 'Keene',"

You only began to call him that after in consequence of the Karate outrage, his first name felt too personal, too close.

You shut your eyes in frustration, "Can you stop being an ass for a second and get to the point of whatever it is that you wanna talk about?"

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?" he continued to tease, truth is, he wasn't sure what he was doing there in the first place, all he knew was that here he was, with you.

"It doesn't matter, just- start talking," you pressured.

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?" he repeated.

Your fingers twitched, a manner you developed out of stress, "Because if they see me with you, I'll never hear the end of it, okay?" you fidgeted then with your jewelry.

"If you never wanna be caught in a lie I suggest you stop doing the ring thing," he pointed out, "It makes it easy to tell,"

You halted the action and then shrugged.

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?"

"Because they already filed a restraining order against you, I guess you didn't get it because you're here, but if they call the cops you'll probably end up in juvie and I don't want- If you ever wanna go back to school or get a job is gonna be incredibly difficult,"

He assumed at first you didn't wanna be seen with him because of how much you cared about the reputation of your new life, a valid perspective given how much you made an effort to conceal it all, but hearing you enlightened him, sore him "Don't look at me like that," a small part of his grudge came out.

"Like what?"

"Like you still care about me,"

A choked laugh resounded from your part, "First of all, I'm not apologizing for that, and second-"

"You should," his demeanor abruptly became more defensive.

You tilted your head, "Why?" your energy matched his.

"Because you don't care about me, and acting like you do is very hypocritical of you,"

"When have I ever told you that I don't care about you?" you frowned.

"You don't have to say it, you already proved it,"

"How so?"

"Don't play the innocent part now," he was close to losing his cool,  "You try so hard to hide everything that happened but at even the slightest inconvenience, you go right back where you started, tell me, do your mommy and daddy know you went to see me two days ago? Huh? Or let me guess, you were too scared to tell them?" 

"Oh, fuck off Keene, is that all you got? Is that the only thing that you think will affect me? My parents? My reputation?"

"Yes! Because that's the only thing you care about! You're nothing but a self-centered spoiled brat that doesn't know any better than to run away from her problems! You wanna know who the real coward is here? You are! Some of us don't have the privilege of a new start! Keep pretending all you want, but don't forget, I was your friend and you turned your back on me, I wasted my one phone call on you because you were the only person I had, and you hung up on me like I was nothing! Tell me, how am I supposed to be the coward if I'm the one who got hurt because of your selfishness?! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" as much as he attempted to divert the subject of the conversation, his eyes sabotaged him, quickly covering his face in a salty heartbreaking liquid. "You... you weren't there-" 

You were both stunned by his reaction, you'd think that with everything he's been put through, he wouldn’t snap so easily, so passionately, so emotionally, but no, all of this was a new part of himself that only you made him feel, he’d only allowed you to do so.

"I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there! And- and then the first time you say anything to me after I got out-" 

If there's something he had while being in juvie was time, precious time he'd spent weaving, machinating; about you, about his dad, about the LaRusso's, about Miguel, about him. Strategizing his next encounter with the world was arduous, but the action of going through with it was the true challenge, and he realized how useless all that time truly was when he heard your voice the first time, suddenly all of it was gone, the effort, the time, the sleepless nights, the daydreaming noons, all of it, turned into nothing, you turned them into nothing. 

"I was happy," he exhaled like freeing himself of chains and shackles, "I was so happy, and I enjoyed seeing you mad so fucking much, seeing you in general," he laughed, "I tried to-" he choked on his words, "I tried to hate you so much because you bailed on me but I can't," every inch him began to feel... lighter, "I can't hate you," he sighed, "I- I just can’t,”

Your body didn’t allow you to move, roughly grounding you, vines of regret holding you hostage against soothing him, stopping him, following him outside, responding coherently to your family’s screams, to forget.  You’d lost count of how many days you’d feel as you were still glued to the wooden floor, completely stuck, dried-out blossoms of hope from your heart, rageful deep thorns clinging to your debilitated frame, daunting poison sinking your head.

—How many times?—

How many times would you have to come up with every pretentious and overly-thought narrative to justify everything? You’ve been silenced by your reluctance, aghast by your idealization, confined by your denial, triggered by tension, frozen by your guilt, and finally steered by resentment. 

You stared at the faint reflection from the glass, you wanted to immortalize the picture, hair slightly out of place, tugged at clothes, blood burst out of the skin, purple underneath the large organ, nostrils flowing with the lack of air, mouth agape. 

—Why?—

  You prepared yourself for the question before anyone else asked it. 

—Why was protecting Robby’s honor against someone as irrelevant as Natalie Dalmasos worth it?—

 You noticed your knuckles finally matching your brother’s.

—He’s never even met her—

Your stomach sunk as if releasing all the ire and digesting it as dread.

—Was it worth it?—

Hammering head.

—Did she deserve it?—

Striking heart.

—You screwed up everything you built—

Trembling legs.

—What did you do?—

Numbed face.

—Why destroy it?—

Streaking neck.

—Why him?—

Overwhelmed.

Then reality came back.

—Shit—

You reached for your phone, quickly texting your mother the first perfectly constructed lie you could think of, you had to disappear at least for tonight, eventually relieved by her believing your sleepover story, you started the car.

—Where else would you go?—

You blankly saw the infamous logo, the white clearness hiding the inside, you took a shaky breath and struggled to get yourself inside the walls, you didn’t have to make yourself known by words, the heavy door did all the work filling it with creaks against the floor for it being poorly moved. 

You saw him cautiously walk out of the dark.

“Robby,” you let out a soft smile.

He frowned as you gradually got nearer.

“I- I um-” you gulped, “I just got into a fight, the party- I-,” there was now a lightbulb over your head.

He rushed, “Y/N, holy shit,” 

“I- I’m fine, I swear,” you chuckled.

“Fine?! You look like shit!” 

“You should see the other guy,” you joked

He shrugged, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I’m just-,”

“Shocked?” you interrupted him, “Surprised? Amazed? Astonished? Stunned? fucking… every other synonym there is?”

He nodded still scanning your body, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he placed one of your arms on his shoulder to then swiftly carry you bridal style to his mattress. You tilted your head observing the side of his jaw.

“I never noticed you had a scar there,” you whispered.

“One of many of my mom’s bad boyfriends,”

“I’m sorry,” you delicately traced it.

He smiled, “It’s okay,” 

You were laid down rather dramatically, or so you thought by the way he treated you like you were made out of paper, you just rolled your eyes and sat up while he went to get the first aid kit. 

“This is gonna hurt,” he wet the cotton.

You scoffed, “Relax Robby, I’m a big girl, this isn’t my first drill,” 

“Right,” he nodded.

You lowly hissed when the chemical made contact.

“Thought this wasn’t your first drill,” he teased.

“Okay, just because I’ve been hurt before doesn’t mean it’s not painful,” you both laughed, “I can still handle it,”

The rest of the cleaning went somewhat silent, just a few mumbled sorries were thrown around, but by the time he had pulled out the bandages, you grew impatient.

“You’re not gonna ask?” you broke the ice.

“Not really,” he admitted. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he raised his shoulders, “It’s too late to go and make ‘em pay for it,”

“Oh god, please don’t, I already did that,”

“What do you mean?” he began to wrap your hand.

“I’m the one who started the fight because they were talking shit,”

“What kind of shit?”

“All kinds, throwing rumors and just- bullshit,”

“About who?”

You licked your lips.

—Really? Now you go silent? You’re already here, fuck it—

“About you,”

“What?” he tightened the cloth too much.

“Ow,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he let go.

“Yeah,” you confessed, “They were talking shit about you and I shut them up,”

“Who?” he was still confused.

“Some girl from my school who thinks she’s fucking… Regina George or somethin’, she’s just a bitch,” you shook your head.

“Why?”

—Why?—

You grabbed his face, and gave him the most mellow and honeyed eyes you’ve ever had, “You haven’t figured that one out yet, have you?” you joined your foreheads as you closed your eyes, “You’re not the smart one out of us anyway,” you heard him giggle.

He brushed his nose with yours, shyly getting closer.

—Are you sure?—

—Yeah—

—Fuck it—

You kissed him for the first time, but held on to it like it was the last, how was it that you could say everything with just that? The most disarming and humble expression there is; the touch of two epidermises, and the completion of dual fantasies. You almost blubber in it, oh sacchariferous little poison of yours, worth every penny, every dime, every tear, every scream, and every dream. 

He paused, taking a deep breath, yet never breaking contact.

You sobbed, “I love you,” you dried his cheeks.

“I love you too,” he whimpered.

[sparklepocalypse]

Is it okay to send the ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ask for three fics I adore?

Late Bloomer (the world building! mwah!)

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come (such a sucker for Arthur in fics and this one hung the moon)

Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same (this fluff ate my heart with its charm)

Challenge ac-freaking-cepted -- I will absolutely word vomit some director's commentary about all three of these fics!

Since a good portion of this is going under a jump to spare folks a scroll: send me director's commentary requests on my fics! Other fics I've already rambled about for this ask game:

When I Met You (I Could Not Speak)

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over)

Creative Differences

Let's start with Late Bloomer, which I was calling "unhinged Omegaverse" basically right up until I published it. This fic was born out of a really lively discussion in January with @duchessdepolignaca03 and @zwiazdziarka that spiraled into omegaverse tropes that do and don't scratch the brain nicely. One trope that we all sort of landed on as not great is the idea that a male omega is automatically hyperfeminized.

So then I decided -- well if there's one character in any fandom who's going to say, "fuck your secondary sex characteristic norms," it's probably Alex Claremont-Diaz. This percolated in my brain for a bit and eventually spawned a sort of reverse ugly duckling fic where Alex presents as an omega well after his peers and, therefore, also after he goes through puberty. Then he finds love in alpha Henry, who's also not the stereotypical brick shithouse alpha.

I knew I needed some sort of conflict because I didn't just want this to be porn (although it got super porny), so I decided the American medical system was just as terrible in the AU as it is in real life, and that America is just as terrible to omegas in this AU as it is to AFAB folks in real life. For example, the heat meds concept was inspired by the various forms of hormonal birth control on the market that are all intended to be taken by AFAB folks.

The other two fics under the jump!

Moving on to Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come! This is hands down my favorite thing I've written, and I'm so proud of it. This was originally supposed to be a cute little ficlet which probably would've only included the scene from Henry's early childhood, wherein he wishes for a best friend and finds one in a shrub on the Kensington Palace grounds.

However, Mother Nature had other plans: we got hit by a bomb cyclone on the day I started writing this, and then we lost power for a solid week. For the first couple of days of the power outage, I was charging my iPad with my car, and then we got hold of a generator so I was charging my iPad with that, and it's probably the only reason I remained relatively sane.

Once I got past the scene where Henry is eight and Alex is seven, I found myself adding more interludes as Henry grew up, and knew that Arthur would have to be a large part of it. Henry canonically thinks his dad hung the moon, so I had to make him the best dad ever.

Alex developing a bond with Arthur wasn't something I ever set out to write, but it naturally happened as I continued working on the story. It allowed Alex to understand the depth of Henry's grief and feel it for himself, which made a world of difference in how things ended.

Finally, Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same: this was my "oh shit, Valentine's Day is this week" fic. And, listen. I'm really bad at fluff, generally speaking. I need there to be a depth of emotion in my writing that I can't really access when it's just fluff, so I knew I'd have to make either Henry or Alex go through it.

Which is, of course, why the fic starts with Alex losing his coffee and getting soaked by NYC winter road slush, and then delves into the hardships faced by the clients from the LGBTQ+ youth center with whom both he and Henry work.

Really, my favorite part of this wasn't Henry and Alex themselves, but Pez doing his best Billy Porter and fabulous godmothering these two idiots into love.

[seoafin]

Dawg the shoko hate has me ready to start biting ppls faces off like a chimp ur rlly gonna diss on a cutieful stoic queen just because she made gojo a lil uncomfortable??? And coming from me bro I like gojo but ijbol, when has his frosty ass ever done anything remotely considerate for her in the last ten years she's been visibly sidelined and depressed for like, an eon and bro did fuck all even tho she was part of his team sis was getting 3rd wheeled by stsg's gay asses even after one of em kicked the bucket this is revenge for not including her she can be homophobic as a treat

And like, all jokes aside, that scene was 100% written and drawn as a cute little gag moment she was literally going :3 👌 pullin a troll face in that panel but these jenkem huffers rlly wanna shit the floor over a joke and whine about geto being the only one who saw gojo as human like SHUTUPP

she's in her frankenstein crazy unhinged scientist era people just hate women

[delopsia]

🍗 i haven’t written anything in like a thousand years but i really hope these are the type of abnormal headcanons you were looking for!

rhett is “whatever they had at the gas station” but make it crunchy. cowboy seems like a snacker to the max, like, the only meal this man ever really wants to eat or cares about eating is whatever cecilia makes for dinner. this is a man who gets up before dawn and can’t even think about food before eleven (never mind actually having any time to sit and eat a real breakfast most days) and when he does it’s never from a plate; grazing like a gazelle type eats. maybe around eleven-thirty he’ll hit up a pouch of trail mix or something. he actually likes raisins thank you very much and definitely prefers honey nut sweet n’ salty chex mix to any of that fake m&m or chocolate chip addition weirdness. when he’s not absentmindedly crushing a family sized bag of jalapeño cheetos, spicy honey mustard combos, or old faithful (pork rinds), he can be found stealing bites from whatever you’re eating whether you’re into it in the beginning or not. the first time it happened a few months into your relationship you almost caught his wrist with your fork and looked at him like he was out of his goddamn mind. “i asked you if you were hungry...” you explain when his brows furrow into that cute ass grumpy puppy emoji face he swears he doesn’t do. he just sighs and tucks back into the booth seat across from you on his phone and lets you eat it in peace... but you can’t stop thinking about it and this and him and before you know it you’re cutting a good bite of pancakes off the stack and holding it up to him. those big blue irises flick up, a little smile tugs at his lips before he opens wide and hums in delight at the soft buttery syrupy diner brunch. rhett tries not to look like the cowboy who caught the flapjack when you ask for another set of cutlery.

okay... i’d say my beloved bobby is the complete opposite: a real meal kinda guy. he’s southern and eats like it (affectionate). he likes it all: spicy, sweet, finger-lickin’, hearty, comfortably full-bellied, might think about taking a nap afterwards type eats. barbecues, (i don’t headcanon bob as being religious so maybe post mission dagger squad potlucks with his mama and sister recipes that he he picked up over the years), holidays, etc. but back to the matter at hand, i can totally see him being fast food chicken sandwich fiend. if the place he finds himself in has one he’ll try it. he doesn’t believe any place has The Best chicken sandwich because that’s his mama's all day everyday and there’s absolutely no competition. but they’re all pretty good in their own way regardless. when he’s home on leave and gets the inevitable craving for a mcdonald’s chicken sandwich specifically, it’s a bit of a production. you were with him one of these times and off you went to find the ol’ golden arches. he was polite as pie in the drive thru because of course and when he asks for extra napkins at the end you suspect they actually gave them because of it. he parks in the back corner of the lot like teenagers and you feel a little giddy. he kisses you and starts unloading the bag; his two crispy chicken sandwiches and a quarter pounder with mac sauce and cheese. they actually put extra mayo and pickles on both of his sandwiches which surprised you and you’re about to say as much when he opens them up to stack them together arranging the pickles and all between the sturdier looking of the two buns. you try not to get distracted when he licks the mayo from his fingertips and asks of you could uncap the bottle of hot sauce right there “please, darlin’” and when you look down as if it magically appeared there sat a small half-finished bottle of frank’s red hot xtra. you jokingly call him crazy as he heavy-hands the liquid cayenne onto the sandwich and just about unhinges his jaw to take a bite. he nods, chews and says “but that’s why ya love me...” like he wants you to mean it but also like he could let it roll off like a joke. you stare at his side profile as starts going as red as his hot sauce. “yeah,” you whisper, an thread of finality weaving through your words, “that’s why i love ya.”

!! oh this was so cute to read; I literally had walk out the room and get my head on straight because I started melting midway through. I love every word you've said😭

Rhett, the food thief! I never even thought about it until you mentioned it; there's no way he isn't one. The first time we even see him in the show, we literally watch him walk in and steal a piece of Amy's bacon. What's to stop him from reaching over and stealing a piece of your food? I rest my case, your honor 💃

I love love the headcanon of him being a snacker that just grazes all day. Eats one meal a day but has countless snacks before and after. Probably keeps them hidden, too, because there's nothing more annoying than looking for a snack that someone's already eaten. The pork rinds are in the glove box; the trail mix is hidden in the tack room. You're only aware of this because you walked into the shed and found him pulling that bag of jalapeño Cheetos out of what's supposed to be a toolbox. As soon as he sees you, he just...quietly looks at the bag, then back to you, holds it out, and goes, "do you want one?"

So that's how you wind up as a member of the Hidden-Snack Alliance™

Now that you've said it, I can't unsee it. Bob. Sweet, sweet bob who could eat an entire horse and still be hungry. The type of guy that finishes your food for you when you're full and don't want to take the leftovers home. He doesn't even have to ask after a while; all you have to do is give him a short nod. Leftovers? Not on Robert's watch.

Do you think he has a list? Because I feel like he's got a whole list on his phone, ranked from best to worst, with detailed reasons why, and it's always changing, but it always says "Moms :)" in the #1 slot. "Bob, is the chicken sandwich from here any good?" "Only if you like getting food poisoning, sweetheart."

Kisses!! before he ever touches his food! I have left the building, never to be seen again. He straight-up has his own "secret menu" item AND has the Frank's Red Hot Xtra on standby. If you look hard enough, there's probably a gallon container of it in the back of the cabinet, and he just refills the same bottle over and over.

He's crazy, but most importantly, he's crazy for you.

[sabraeal]

Remedial Lessons

[Read on AO3]

Written for @kaedix‘s birthday! Kimber has a gift for picking niche AUs, and this one she gave me a little unexpected challenge along with it: writing Obi as the meister and Shirayuki as his weapon. Not my natural inclination on a Soul Eater AU...but then it worked out SO much better than it could have the other way.

Blue flame licks up her fingers, pinched like a clothespin right on the tip of its comet tail. It struggles, a squiggling pendulum attempting one last heave toward freedom, but it’s no use; the thing might be all fire, but it’ll never burn that kid’s small hands.

“All right.” A real flame might dance that close to her sigh, like a birthday candle thinking about if it’d give up its wish, but this one doesn’t even flicker. Obi’ll never get used to that, no matter how many of these souls he sees. “Down the hatch, I guess.”

The kid’s jaw opens-- practically unhinges, really, like something you’d see on National Geographic, or maybe something drawn by Junji Ito-- and she wraps her mouth around it whole, slurping the thing up easy as soba. It’s weird to see, honestly; kid’s usually got silverware and napkin perfectly applied to every meal, as neat an eater as she is a note-taker, so when blue wisps out from the side of her mouth, caught by her tongue--

Ah, well, it does something for him. A little. Not because he’s got a thing about food or whatever; he doesn’t just watch videos of cute girls eating like that stupid monkey does, it’s just...her. He’s got a thing for her and, yeah, it’s starting to get real inconvenient. “Do those taste good?”

Shirayuki blinks up at him, everything about her completely normal in size, and swallows. “Excuse me?”

“The soul things.” He waves his fingers, trying to make them flicker the same way as her last meal. “I always thought they’d be spicy or something. Burn on the way down. But you can’t even handle a Red Hot Cheeto, so...”

Her mouth pulls thin. “That’s because they’re unpleasant. The, um, cheetos, I mean. Not the souls. Those are--” her head tilts, eyes drifting up like they might find the answer somewhere past her eyebrows-- “sweet. Or, well, not really. I’m not sure they really have a taste, but it’s like...eating your favorite meal until you’re full. Satisfying, I guess.”

“Oh.” He clears his throat, one hand creeping up to his shoulder just so he’ll have something to do. “Sounds...nice.”

“Mostly.” She grimaces. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way they...squiggle when they go down.”

Obi’s eaten something like that; last time Zen took him overseas he’d paid a handful of yen to some guy with a bucket to try a tiny octopus on a stick. Its little suckers clung to his throat as he swallowed it down, and well--

Probably not the time to tell her he’d thought it was fun. “We should get headed back,” he says instead. “What was that? Eighty-eight? Ninety-one? Shidan’s gonna have something to say about it.”

Shirayuki hums, that face of her taking a worried bent. “I’m sure...”

“Ninety-seven.” There’s a pen between the professor’s fingers, the kind that usually has a little boat or a ski-lift inside, moving to and fro. This one’s got a small soul, traveling down the length of it to Death and his scythe before scurrying back across. “You’re at ninety-seven souls, Shirayuki.”

The guilty twist of her mouth says the kid knew the count too. Better than he did at least. “You’ve given us some very good opportunities over the last year.”

It’s a diplomatic answer, and by the way Shidan slumps behind his desk, it’s not the one he wants to hear. “Garak wanted you back at Shibusen at ninety. If you were so close, you should have said--”

“I don’t want to go yet.” It’s just like her to let the truth fly right out, landing with all the subtlety of a bomb. One that catches her in its blast by the way she pinks up, just a few shades lighter than her hair. “I mean, we’re not done here. We’ve only just scratched the surface of what the Olin Maris is, let alone what it means for our system of weapon classification, or whether there’s other mythic weapons we haven’t even considered because--”

“Shirayuki.” Obi’d thought Shidan was a bit of a scrub when they first met him, a scraggly excuse for a professor with even scragglier facial hair, but nothing makes a guy grim up faster than having a team of kids thrust upon him and told to keep them alive. Especially when one of those kids is Shirayuki. “I appreciate that this project has...meaning for you. I do. But I also know that if you guys fumble your last soul on my watch, Garak will wring my neck and serve me for dinner.”

That hauls the kid up short, all her passion careening into a pile-up. “Ah...”

Those big eyes roll his way, looking at him like he’s the one with all the experience of talking them into trouble and right back out again. “I dunno, kid. Master’s going to string me up too if we blow this smash and grab a second time.”

Her mouth bows into a frown cute enough to send a little thrill up his spine. “He doesn’t like it when you call him that.”

“And he can scold me about it straight to my face,” Obi says, grinning down into hers. “When we get shipped back to Death City.”

The determined jut of her jaw would like to argue, but before the kid can work herself up past, “No,” Shidan swings in with a weary, “You’re not ready to catch a witch soul.”

“That’s not true.” Shirayuki’s half out of her seat already, tiny hands braced on its arms, ready to spring. “Umihebi--”

“Umihebi is what you can expect from an experienced witch.” Shidan’s not the kind of guy who does resolution, let alone conflict, but he stands his ground, albeit with all the enthusiasm of a cliff face in a storm. “But not a powerful one. Garak hasn’t seen fit to furnish me with the details of that little excursion, but I doubt you’d manage much better if she took you on today.”

Technically, Obi agrees. Hell, that’s the meat of the argument he’d been trying to have only a few days ago, back when the kid had gone off and signed them up for this last glut of souls.

There’s going to be a witch to wipe the floor with us whether we get all our souls today or two years from now, he’d told her, flicking the end of her tiny ponytail. Not because it made his chest squeeze to see how long it had gotten since that raggedy boy cut, of course, but because it was there. No need to rush things. After all, who’s the meister here?

But he watches her face crinkle up, freckles disappearing into the peaks and valleys of her discontent, and-- and it’s stupid, but he can’t just stand around watching it happen.

“We’re stronger than we were then.” Big eyes turn toward him, shining and surprised and hopeful, and he can’t keep this up but he can’t look away either. “Better.”

It’s the truth, it is, but also: it’s a low bar to clear. He wasn’t a stranger to this whole weapon business, even wielded a few a time or two when the job called for it, but this kid was something else entirely. Not his style, for one, and for another, well--

Shirayuki wasn’t for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. He’d nearly passed out that first time she fell into his hands, and staring down Umihebi’s goon squad with her in them had his knees and heart weak.

“He’s right.” The kid quivers with conviction, the way dogs do at the end of their leash. “We’d hardly been partners more than a few weeks at that point, and now--”

“Right.” Shidan’s chair squeaks as he shifts, just as uncomfortable as its occupant. “But can you resonate?”

“ He’s right,” Ryuu says with his signature bluntness. “You can’t.”

“Well, sure. But...” It’s just like the Shirayuki to search for the silver lining in every cloud, but this one even makes her come back empty-handed. “Just because we haven’t managed it doesn’t mean we can’t be good collectors! I’m sure there’s plenty of weapons and meisters who can’t, they’re just--”

“Not Death Scythes?” Suzu offers.

“Thanks, Suzu,” Obi drawls. “Real helpful.”

“What? I’m not saying you’re not skilled.” Bony shoulders shrug, poking up through his jacket like a wire coat hanger. “Clearly you’re better than me and Yuzuri. But you can’t get into the upper ranks without having a Death Scythe, and you can’t get a Death Scythe without fighting a witch, and you can’t fight a witch without some serious firepower, and you can’t get serious firepower without--”

Obi waves his hand. “Soul Resonance, we get it. Trust me, we’ve gotten this talk before.”

“Then what’s the hold up?” Suzu finally looks up from his little science project, face all consternated, like it’s any of his business. “You guys are totally simpatico here. What’s going on in the field?”

Baggage, he doesn’t say, at the same time Ryuu observes, “I think it’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” It’s just his luck that Yuzuri’s halfway through sticking her neck in, drawn to gossip like a moth to a flame. If moths came naturally flame-retardant, that is. “Is there something going on between you two?”

“Ah, no!”  It’s unthinkable that there could be something, he knows, but it stings a little, how quick that scythe of his is to jump in. “It’s just-- there’s someone else who’s supposed to be my meister. But that’s...”

“Complicated,” Ryuu reminds them again.

She’s got the grace to flush. “There’s other duties he has to see to, important ones, and since I’m so new at this...”

“Oh.” Yuzuri snorts, unimpressed. “I see. The kind of guy who can only give you the time of day if you’re a Death Scythe.”

“No! Well, yes.” Her hands wave, as much of a jumble as this whole situation. “It’s not his fault. But Obi has experience with weapons, and he’s able to wield me, so we thought...”

One extremely judgemental eyebrow hikes up to Yuzuri’s hairline. “He might not be Mr. Right, but he’s Mr. Right Now?”

Hands clap to her cheeks, like it does anything to hide what’s going on underneath them. “Well, it sounds terrible when you put it like that! It’s not like-- we’re not-- plenty of weapons train with different meisters!”

“Right,” Suzu sniffs. “But they’re not making them do all the work.”

Obi holds up a hand. “It’d make more sense if you knew who it is. Trust me.”

That catches Yuzuri’s attention, quick. “Why? Is he important? Is it someone I’d know? You’d tell me if it was someone--”

“In any case,” Shirayuki says, pitching her voice to be heard over this mess. “Shidan told us there was someone who could help. A colleague of a colleague, I guess.”

Ryuu glances up. “Really? Who?”

“Some guy,” Obi grunts, right as the she replies, “Rata Forzeno.”

“Why is it that all these genius types always live out in the middle of nowhere?” His complaints mist into the air, blunted by the cold. “If they were so smart, wouldn’t they live somewhere with central heating? A grocery store within a twenty minute drive? Wifi?”

“Some people really enjoy their privacy,” the kid says, like that’s any sort of explanation at all for why they have to hike through this stupid forest.

“Most people just delete Twitter.” The snow’s high enough he’s got to lift his legs to clear the next step, and each time he puts his foot down, twigs crunch. Like a special surprise at the bottom of a shit sundae. “Wasn’t he supposed to be some important scholar? Don’t they all live in Death City, or something? Or at least keep a PO box?”

“He did once. Live in Death City, I mean.” Shirayuki grimaces as he helps her over a rocky outcropping hidden beneath the drifts. “There was some accident? Yuzuri didn’t know the details, but she thought it might have to do with some assistant of his.”

“Accident.” Just what he needs, another professor who thinks safety regulations are guidelines rather than prosecutable laws. “And this is the guy who’s gonna figure out what’s wrong with us.”

“There’s nothing wrong with us!” It’s cute how heated she gets, gripping him through their thick layers, all flushed. “Everyone has trouble resonating at some point!”

“Right, well, most of them are at Shibusen,” he grumbles, tugging her close enough to dodge the snow the tree beside them dumps. “And the ones that aren’t don’t go around collecting all those kishin souls, only to bungle the last one because of it.”

“We hadn’t been working together that long.” Her elbow pushes into his side, luring his gaze right down into the trap of her smile. “Did you tell Shidan we were stronger now? Better?”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize he was going to send us out to bumfuck to see some crazy hermit--”

“He’s not crazy.” It’s insane how calmly she can say that when her knees are soaked through with snow. He’s got to lift her up every other step to keep from losing her in it. If he thought she’d tolerate it, he would have called her weapon shape and carried her already. She’d be a hell of a lot lighter that way. “He’s just-- oof!”

It comes out of nowhere; one minute it’s snowy forest and then next the kid’s tripping over tumbled-down stone, a whole ruin jutting out of the snow like teeth in a kishin’s maw.

“Where did this all come from?” Shirayuki cranes her neck, like somehow an answer might pop out of the drifts if she looks hard enough. “A soul barrier, maybe? But to make this look like a forest instead of...?”

“Welp.” He pops the ‘p,’ plucking her attention away from the mystery. “I think we can say for sure that this guy is off his rocker.”

“Obi.”

“I appreciate how fair you’re being, kid, I really do, but normal people don’t just go around living in busted down temple stuff, throwing up barriers and--”

Snow splatters him, just the way solid things shouldn’t, cresting over him like a wave on a breakwater. It takes him a minute to blink, to clear the snow off his eyelashes enough to see a rock’s sitting between them, carving a crater out of the snow.

He leans closer, catching the way grooves are worn into it, images. No, not a rock. It’s a whole hunk of marble, with one sightless eye staring up at them, half a grimace stretched beneath it.

“Is that a statue?”

“No,” the kid murmurs, pale. “It’s a...a bas relief. That means they carved it straight into a block of stone, not--”

“Sure.” His lips are numb where he licks them. “But it got thrown at us, right?”

Her mouth rounds. “Ah--”

“You know.” A voice echoes through the ruins, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “It’s not polite to wander into someone’s home and call them a crazy old hermit.”

Another hunk lands inches from Obi’s boots, and he stumbles back, hand outstretched. It’s enough to brush her, and that’s all the signal the kid needs, the metal heft of her shaft fitting into his hands like it was made for him. “You’re supposed to call ahead first, at least.”

“Call ahead?” Obi squawks, spinning Shirayuki to deflect the next chunk. “Like you get service out here?”

A man leaps down from a boulder-- no, another one of those frescoes or whatever, looking just as stressed as the face at their feet. It’s an older guy, slender enough that he shouldn’t be leaving the crater he does in that snow, a worn lab coat whipping around him.

“You’d be surprised.” Another hunk of marble breaks itself off; a screaming face, by the looks of it. “Now get off my ruin.”

Obi crouches, ready to deflect the next throw, but with a shout as sharp as her blade, the kid cries out, “Wait! Shidan sent us!”

“Shidan?” The man-- Forzeno blinks, not dropping the marble, but losing his menace. “Why would that idiot send you out here? Not on one of his hopeless quests, is he? That man is made for fool’s errands...”

“You used to be a teacher, didn’t you?” Shirayuki’s not a Death Scythe, not yet, so her transformation is all or nothing, scythe or girl, and for this, she finally decides on girl. “At Shibusen?”

“Yes.” The marble churns overhead as Rata adds, begrudgingly, “I had to be in order to use their facilities.”

“Right.” If Obi were her real meister, he’d be able to tell if that kid was really as confident as her words, but he can’t, so he’s stuck here, having to believe she can brazen it out, just like always. Just like she couldn’t with Umihebi. “Shiden told us that if we were looking to resonate, you were the one to ask.”

The jerk frowns. “That’s not under the purview of my research.”

“But you used to do it,” she presses. “Shidan said you used to be the best.”

“I was,” Rata agrees, like it’s fact. “But I wrote that paper.”

It’s too much. “Are you kidding me?” He can’t take these nerds and their stupid papers anymore. “We came all the way down here to talk to you, and you won’t even--?”

“Shidan told me that too,” the kid says, which is news to him. “You’re interested in mythic weapons now, aren’t you? In...Legendary Resonance?”

If anything, this makes the guy less comfortable. “Yes. Though I don’t see why he would waste his time telling that to a weapon that isn’t even--”

Shirayuki lets out a hiss through her teeth, loosening her jaw just enough to say, “My mother was Carnwennan.”

The marble drops. Just tips right over, inched from that guy’s heels. “Carnwennan? The dagger wielded by Arther himself? The sister to--?”

“Excalibur.” She grimaces. “Yes.”

He hesitates.

“Fine.” Forzeno turns his back to them, heading deeper into the ruins. “Come into my office.”

[raging-violets]

Meet Cute  // KendallxRiley // Big Time Rush

A/N: So I realized that I’ve written Riley in two different ways the last few years; the angst driven one with her parents dead and the other lighthearted driven one when her parents are alive. But unless you pay attention to the things I write in different fandoms, you wouldn’t really see how they’re the same character but there are fundemental things about her personality that are different with and without the influence of her parents. So, I decided to write two quick scenes to show y’all!

The first version is where her parents are dead, the second is where they’re alive. This is set around Big Time Audition.

Tag List:  @partiallypearl​ @witchofinterest​ @mystic-scripture​ @darknightfrombeyond​ @arrthurpendragon​ ​

Version 1

Kendall pushed open the door to the costume closet with light trepidation. Was there going to be more leather all over the place? Or was it going to be an explosion of red, white, and blue with tassels? Either way, he hoped Gustavo got the message that the boys weren’t going to be easily controlled. Then again, Griffin’s assistants—Obdul and Jessica—seemed to be as crazy as Griffin were and thought they were good ideas. (Though he figured, being around Griffin in any capacity of time was enough to drive anyone insane).

“Hello?” He called.

“You’re late!”

The voice came from behind a set of racks that sat in the middle of the floor. Kendall walked over and peered around it, finding a girl teenage girl his age sitting on the floor with a pencil in her mouth an da clipboard on her lap. She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering behind the long black hair with red streaks that hung straight around her shoulders and back.

“Raleigh?” He asked.

She pulled the pencil from her mouth and said flatly, “It’s Riley. And you’re late.”

“Sorry.” He held out his hand to help her up, brought it back to his side when she stood on her own. “I just…”

“I would be too if I had to wear what you lot did when Griffin was in here,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. Once on her feet, she set her clipboard aside and shook his hand. She tilted her head, turning his hand aside. “You play guitar?”

It took a second for him to recognize the change in subject. “Yeah, how could you tell?”

“Callouses,” she replied plainly. “It’s all over your hands, mate.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, shifted her weight as she cocked her hip. Looked him up and down, the hint of a smirk coming to her face. “Plus, I reckon you don’t seem the type to be in a boy band.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“I’m trying to figure that out,” she replied honestly. “Also, you’re pretty brave for wanting to work with Gustavo Rocque. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘completely mental’ but that works, yeah?”

“That…probably does work better. It’s really accurate.” Kendall nodded. “And, how many times do you get the chance to try to make music with some of your best friends?” Her eyebrows rose. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Don’t you have a background in hockey?” Riley folded her arms, studying him. He looked at her curiously. “You have to do your research on anyone you’re going to work with,” she said as explanation. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey’s my life,” Kendall said. “I grew up playing it. I can’t imagine not being on the ice…it’s like home to me.” He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “But there’s always time for it. There’s always an off-season.”

“Sounds like me and surfing,” Riley said after a second with a light nod. “I never planned on being in a band, I just want to be in the water.”

“Right!” Kendall’s anxiety washed away with her words. Finally, someone who understood. “The feeling of the stick in your hands, the reverberation of the slapshot you just took, the rush of getting that slapshot into the top corner of the net as it slides by the goalie? Facing off against the line of defenders while you try to make a breakaway for the last goal of the game. Washing out all blood—and sometimes mucus—stains from your jersey but not washing out the memories.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped after a second of silence. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’m sure that would turn off a lot of people, yeah?” She looked at him suspiciously. “You do have all your teeth, right?”

“Yes, I have all my teeth,” Kendall said with a roll of his eyes. He pursed his lips and made a show of tapping his two front teeth with his fingertips. Then started to smile and play a beat with the tapping from his fingertips. “Hey, maybe Griffin would be happy with something like that?”

Riley sighed, placing a hand on her hip. The other rested on the arm of the couch, supporting her weight. “Something tells me you’re going to be very annoying,” Despite her words, she had a small smile on her face.

Kendall smiled back.

-

Version 2

Kendall hesitantly stepped into the costume closet. He pressed his hand against the door and pressed it open, expecting to see even more red, white, and blue apparel all over the place. Either that or the massive amounts of leather he and his friends had been forced to squeeze into. His legs still had the rash that even his mom’s best lotions couldn’t cure.

The idea of being dressed in any of those outfits again was enough to have Kendall turn tail and run. But James would never forgive him, especially not after Griffin decided to take a chance on them and sign them after three days of hard work. Logan would’ve ranted at him the statistics of the time, blood, sweat, and tears they would have wasted. And Carlos…he wouldn’t have cared much; everything was an adventure to him.

But he’d never backed away from a challenge and he wanted to prove Gustavo and Griffin wrong. Still, he found himself trembling as he entered the costume closet for the fifth time in the last few days. He found a teenage girl about his age scribbling on a clipboard.

“Raleigh?” he asked, using the name Gustavo had given them.

She lifted her head, brushing her black hair from her blue eyes. A strand of dyed red fell back into her face, and she tucked it behind her ears along with her low pigtails. “Actually, it’s Riley.”

“Oh.” Kendall blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. Partially from embarrassment at having gotten her name wrong—though he should’ve known that Gustavo wouldn’t have gotten anyone’s names right considering he and his friends had almost immediately been reduced to ‘dogs’—and partially because he was stunned from her smile. Was that an accent? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she replied with ease.

Kendall felt his cheeks burn as he smiled. “I’m Kendall.”

“I know who you are.” She stuck out her hand with a warm smile. He took it, eyebrows widening when he felt the firmness of her handshake. Then they lowered in confusion when she turned his hand over and ran her fingers from his palm to his fingertips. She lifted her head, blue eyes widening in excitement. “You play the guitar?”

“Yeah.” He brought his hand back, momentarily surprised. “How could you tell?”

“A bloke like you doesn’t seem like they’d be in a boyband, yeah?” She lazily waved her hand, moving back through the costume closet to grab a rack of clothes he assumed were for him. Judging by the flannels and skate shoes he saw sitting on it. “Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

Kendall watched her as she moved, silently wondering if that was a good or a bad thing. Being in a boyband wasn’t his thing, they were going to be a singing group. There was a difference. Still, he found himself smiling at her comment.

Noticing the silence, Riley chuckled quietly and said, “The callouses on your fingers are a dead giveaway, mate.” She rested her arms on the top of the rack and gently rocked back and forth. “So, what made you agree to work with Gustavo? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘crazy’ but…” she shrugged. “Your word is correct.”

Kendall laughed. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Easily, considering you were slated to become a big hockey star.” She smiled gently when his eyes narrowed. They’d only just met; how could she have possibly known that? “One thing to learn about the industry, everyone is in everyone’s business and it’s only a matter of time until it reaches the public. Whatever you don’t want people to know…I hope you’ve got it under wraps.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “For me it’s only a matter of seconds until something I try to hide gets to my managers. Then again, my mum and dad are my managers.” She paused. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey is my dream,” Kendall admitted. He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “I want to play center for the Wild.” He shrugged. “Or the Maple Leafs.”

“Dreaming big.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t take this opportunity away from James. He’s my best bud, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. There’s always time for hockey, there’s always an off-season.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped. She pushed herself away from the rack of clothes and smiled demurely. “I think Gustavo and Griffin may regret hiring with you lot. But, you plan on sticking around, yeah?”

“As far as this takes us.”

She folded her arms. “Ace!” Her eyes dipped over him and for a moment, he felt like he was being X-Rayed. Her smirk-smile widened. “I think this’ll be fun.”

Kendall found himself smiling back.

[jinkicake]

I can’t keep letting these 5”5 men have a chokehold on me, it’s getting unreal bc if I go this con in February and see a rly pretty albedo I will FOLD ON THE DOTTED LINES😭 like I was thinking about how kazuha looks cute but he’s unhinged and I’m like the opposite kinda💀 literally people think I’m the one in charge of the relationship but he’s so sadistic😭 and he’s has HUGE Simon vibes,, cute police and smiley,very good w words, a fugitive, super strong- like they’re a lil too similar💀 my friend pointed out that I do have a type and I can only sigh. Kazuha will smile in your family’s face at a function like he didn’t rearrange your insides like 3 hours before and is gon do it again as soon as y’all leave, Simon will sit at the dinner table laughing w Lucifer and diavolo while he’s making eyes at you like “I am going to send you straight to the celestial realm” they’re both super into bondage, like kazuha will tie your arms behind your back and take you from behind outside. I’ve heard he likes to have sex w nice scenery and I agree he will take you to a cliff for a picnic and you’re like aww romantic but he has rope in his sleeve. Simon would invite you over to study(Bible study) but he doesn’t even let you put your stuff down before he’s pressing you up against the door and feeling you up. Here both definitely sex feinds😭 like it’s a regular Wednesday morning and they’re asking you to bounce on their cock💀kazuha is BOLD bc like he lives on the crux and who’s gunna beat his ass?? Like if he walks back on board w a pretty little thing on his arm all starry eyed, Beidou already knows she’s gunna catch a glimpse of him balls deep😔 fortunately there’s a rule about sharing whatever you bring on board bc it’s her boat💕 (it’s me I am for the streets and Beidou is so damn fine, ik she has a custom jade strap, she wields a claymore she could hold me up w one arm) she doesn’t look the least bit surprised to see kazuha bending you over in the captains quarters. And he don’t look like he’s been caught w his pants down😒 “I see you’ve been busy” “you were taking too long for my liking, I was just keeping them nice and warm for you” and it’s like ooohhhhhh y’all planned that💀 someone sent this to me and said it was kazuha

Like this would be him😭 rocks your world but he goes where the wind takes him so he’s out the next week. But I’m build differently I’ll prove myself by out fucking him to when he taps out he can get some sleep, and by the time he has to depart Inazuma he has to take me w him bc I have him under my thumb🥰🥰

no literally... how many times must we have this conversation! theyre 5'5!!!! guys under six foot are friends (not xiao tho)! one day i'll help you overcome this, i promise!

but also folding bc of albedo is so reasonable i understand it like idk what i would do if i actually saw one of these kaeyas out in real life... i would act like a complete and utter fool,,, begging for an ounce of kock or koochie loooool

now that youve brought it up.... we need more rough kazuha smut in this world! he is written so delicately and to be such a sweetheart but like where is fierce and crazy kazuha huh? where is he!!!!

naurrrr see if i were at a table w lucifer, simeon, AND diavolo... i would take lucifer and simeon to another room. diavolo can watch i guess smhhhhhh im inviting everyone!

dont- no beidou- im gonna go feral like that woman is so..... im drooling ugh i need her bad! oooh but a kazuha and beidou threesome now wait a min i really like the trust between them! that would be good-

NO THAT TWEET COULD ALSO BE ALBEDO TOO LIKEEEE THAT FANART I SENT YOU YESTERDAY... you can't tell me he wouldnt hit and then dip the next day and ghost you for life.... but back to kazuha i would cry if he ghosted me like that would hurt real badly huh

you just gotta follow kazuha w the wind... get a glider... kekeke that's how you keep him

[yandere-dhmis-mania]

I just saw that you wrote non-con and I just thought “aw man fuck now I wanna see my otp but Yandere+Noncon”

Can you please write like.. a lil Yandere!Coffin x Briefcase with kidnapping that results in Briefcase getting non-conned by Coffin <3? Thxs <3

omg yay my first request!! I was super happy to write this! especially for Halloween!

they are still objects in this but I'm gonna use my own made up names for the two of them to make it more easy!

Briefcase is Brian and Coffin is Carl, now hope you enjoy!!

Carl had his eyes on that little briefcase for awhile, the man's optimism was definitely very contagious, that bright smile and tone of voice. He just couldn't get enough of it. When the two of them talked Carl felt a tingling sensation to pin the other object down and make him moan out his name.

Though he always had a calm tone of voice, he still had intense emotions and especially that of jealousy when the object of his desires talked to others and that those other useless objects even thought they had the right to look at something that belonged to him and only him.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, his lust grew and his need to own every part of his precious little briefcase, it was just far too much.

So one day after a late night of work, Carl followed his lover from the behind, and used a rag of chloroform to cover his face and he grinned in a lovesick manner as his precious baby fell unconcious in his arms.

He took him back to his rightful home, carrying him to his bedroom and tying him up to the bedposts. Carl couldn't believe that this was really happening. He was shaking with excitement as his hands went to pull down the pants of his little Brian, seeing his cute limp cock made his own cock twitch in total arousal.

"You're mine...finally only mine..." He mumbled to himself with a perverted grin that widened at the sight of his darling waking up. He decided to properly wake him up with a little surprise, his cock twitching in arousal and he pushed himself inside of his lover.

"So tight..." He moaned in pleasure and his lover did fully wake up with a groan of pain as he started to cry. "C-Carl?" Confusion was written all over his darling's face, that puzzled yet pained expression made his cock twitch with even more arousal.

"Shhh baby, shhh, we're finally together~ No one is gonna take you away from me now." Carl said as his thrusting became faster and he made sure to reach as deep as he possibly could. "I love you! God I love you so much! We are never ever gonna be apart!" His calm tone was far gone and he sounded just truly unhinged with the pleasure and also happiness he felt course through him.

This was his first time, so he felt special to loose it with his darling. His dearest boy was so tight as well, there was no way he wasn't also a virgin, well was. Now they had lost their purities to eachother, how romantic that truly was.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear the desperate cries and pleads of the little briefcase, they were all so far away from him. He was only brought back to reality once he reached his climax and cummed deep inside of his darling with a loud moan full of pleasure.

"Goodness..." He panted heavily and smiled down on the love of his life who was still crying heavily. He chuckled and lovingly caressed his soulmate's face. "You're so beautiful~ I love you so much~" He said and felt his cock twitch in pleasure again.

"I hope you're ready for more, my precious little briefcase~" He chuckled and started moving again, the only sounds that left the room from then on out were pleasured moans of a psychopath and cries of a poor briefcase who had caught his eye.

[toofasttoocool-reborn]

DMU Bonus:The DMU if it was written By an AI.

Title: Obsession and Ambition

In the vibrant city of Osaka, where neon lights flickered against the night sky and the hustle of life never ceased, Hiyoko sat perched on her plush designer couch, scrolling through her phone with an air of disdain. Her glossy magazine spread of perfectly sculpted faces clashed with the sight of her reflection. No matter how many filters she applied, there was always something to tweak—a little more lift here, a touch more pout there. The thought consumed her like a hungry parasite, whispering lies of inadequacy into her eager ears.

Across town, Mikan nervously fiddled with the hem of her oversized hoodie, her heart pounding wildly. All she could think about was Hajime—the way his smirk lit up the room, the way he captivated everyone’s attention. There was something dangerously alluring about him, as if he stood above the law, commanding respect and fear. In her mind, he was the king of the underworld, and she was his devoted protector. But as Hiyoko's laughter echoed through her thoughts, jealousy gnawed at her insides. Hiyoko was everything that Mikan was not: confident, beautiful, and adored. She could be a threat, and threats had to be dealt with.

It was an unseasonably warm evening when their lives collided in an upscale rooftop club, where the rich and reckless played. Hajime was the center of attention, his Tony Montana-esque charm intoxicating those around him. With a glass in hand, he reveled in the spotlight, unaware of the quiet storm brewing in the back of the room. Hiyoko—dripping in jewels and vanity—sashayed through the crowd, her laughter high-pitched and taunting like the chime of precious bells.

“Mikan, darling!” Hiyoko called out, her tone dripping with sweet malice. “Come sit with us! Surely you can spare a moment from your… hobbies.”

Feeling like a fragile porcelain doll, Mikan’s heart raced with a mix of fear and anger. She crossed the club towards them, each step heavy with resolution. Hajime turned, his presence a pleasant disturbance in her chaotic world. She took a seat beside him, forcing a smile that almost felt real, but the tension in the air chilled her spine.

“You’re looking cute as always,” Hajime said, his smirk flashing. Mikan’s heartbeat quickened. He meant it—she could tell. His eyes glimmered with something genuine. But she could feel Hiyoko's piercing glare, slicing through her moment of joy.

“Oh please, Hajime,” Hiyoko interrupted, flipping her hair dismissively. “Mikan couldn’t possibly compete with someone like me. Can you imagine? I'd hate to ruin your night with her dreary presence.”

The barbs flew between them like invisible daggers, each jibe a reminder of their roles in this unhinged dance of rivalry. Mikan clenched her fists under the table, the darkness of her devotion consuming her every thought. She couldn’t let Hiyoko take Hajime from her—not now, not ever.

But Hajime, ever the clueless king, basked in the chaos that surrounded him. The thrill of competition and desperation both mesmerized and amused him. As a tantalizing grin crossed his face, he leaned back to observe the unfolding tension.

“Mikan,” he said casually, “who do you think is hotter? You or Hiyoko? I mean, I appreciate confidence, but there’s something about mystery that really pulls me in.”

“Oh, you must be joking!” Hiyoko laughed, the sound sharp as glass. “You know I’m the one who stands out! No one else comes close.”

“You think so?” Hajime asked, turning his piercing gaze back to Mikan, gauging her reaction. The air was thick with electricity, as if the entire city waited with bated breath for her to respond.

In that moment, Mikan felt an unsettling surge of fury. Perhaps it was Hiyoko’s incessant need for validation—the way she flaunted her beauty like a weapon—that pushed Mikan over the edge. She smiled sweetly at Hajime, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “You know, Hajime, I could be everything you’ve ever wanted—loyal, loving… and I’d never look down on you or those around you.”

Panic flared in Hiyoko’s eyes, an uncomfortable realization dawning upon her. She could feel the balance shifting, her empire of vanity beginning to crumble. “He’s just playing with you!” she spat. “You’re nothing to him! Just another plaything—just like all the others—”

In a fit of anger, Mikan reached for Hiyoko’s drink and splashed it across her face, her eyes fierce and wild. The club froze, all laughter and conversation pausing as Hiyoko’s shocked expression mirrored the wildness that now devoured Mikan.

“Don’t you dare think you can intimidate me,” Mikan hissed, her yandere instincts kicking in. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him. You’re not special, Hiyoko! You’re just a pretty face with nothing behind it.”

Hajime watched the spectacle with rapt attention, torn between his amusement and shock. In that moment, he realized he was at the crux of a war—one that would escalate as both girls dug in their heels, each determined to claim victory.

I think im safe.

[poppinsposts]

I haven’t written in so long I thought I’d highlight a few things I’ve been doing/thinking/observing and of course obsessing over.

First of all the Olympics were amazing and so fun! Team USA was awesome, but I love seeing all athletes reach their dreams. It’s so emotional. And I don’t understand those that wouldn’t watch because they thought the opening ceremonies had the last supper depicted by drag queens. So what if you didn’t like the opening ceremonies, that was on France, not the athletes. The Olympics has and always will be about the athletes. 🤷 Their loss. They’re just looking for things to get mad about.

My little Jazzy is getting all my love. She’s drowning in my love. It’s beautiful. I just love her so much. And she feels the same about me. She would take a bullet for me. So smart, cute, obedient, intuitive and very protective. My love.

Jazzy does have resting bitch face. And when I’m leaving it gets bitchier. Lol. I’ll call her name and she turns her head the opposite direction as if shunning me. She hates when I leave, obviously. 🤣🤣

The US politics are such a joke. I feel like the conservatives have lost their minds. It’s about control and greed. I don’t believe Trump knows what the truth is. He lies so much it’s unbelievable. And his followers don’t care if it’s the truth or not. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone most of the time. What Trump is doing is exactly what Hitler did. First make his followers believe that the media is all fake news and only believe what he says. And he’s the liar. Then he’s divided the country, Hitleresque. And the slandering of anyone who doesn’t believe what he believes. And he’s made them believe he’s a victim. It’s absolutely insane. We will be in a dictatorship if he wins. We can’t let that happen. I like Kamala and she’s doing great. Come on American people we must unite and fight this evil. I’m worried if we don’t win what his base might do. Most are unhinged and a ticking time bomb of hatred ready to explode at his go ahead. I’m truly scared of that America.

Work is good. I’m going to a beauty seminar in September with my class. It’s in Dallas, we’re excited!

[prienova]

I showed my friend, who knows almost nothing about f1 and has absolutely no filter, photos of each driver on the 2022 grid and made her name and give me her first impressions on them and 😭. She just said whatever came into her head at the time, none of this was really thought over :). Everything is under the cut since this is such a long post!

Max Verstappen: William Osbourne

italian or spanish vibes

slightly dark and broody vibes

takes racing very seriously

“He is either super nice or an absolute asshole, or maybe he’s both who knows.”

Sergio Perez: Kristopher

A little lost but everyone loves it

100% has compilations on youtube that are like “kristopher being kristopher for 8 minutes and 23 seconds”

Has spent so long in f1 that everyone is telling him to quit

Very enthusiastic and his fans are very loyal

Charles Leclerc: Alexio 

“Damn he’s fine as hell!”

Hot, sexy, and hardworking

Has so many smutty fanfics written about him but he doesn’t know that they exist

Famous for his dimples and general smolder

Carlos Sainz: Akaash

“Oh my god, is he indian? YES DESI REP!” (She was so exited, I felt bad telling her he is spanish)

Could act in a movie as a fuckboy

Nice enough but might break your heart

Hard to approach but well liked by others

Lewis Hamilton: Joseph (but goes by Joe)

“Why are these guys so hot?”

Very wholesome and doing his best

“He looks like a good driver, I’d let him grip my steering wheel” ;)

Probably posts thirst traps after workouts

George Russell: George (she got one!)

Smiles and laughs but is secretly sad inside

“Is he gay? He feels gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I am too and my senses are tingling.”

Solid driver

After seeing him in his williams era: “Awww, look at his hair, what a gem :)”

Fernando Alonso: Alec La Chance

Old man, people are begging him to retire but he stays out of spite

Has a questionable hairstyle

Can come off as rude and scary but he is just blunt

Has probably hazed the new drivers each year

Esteban Ocon: David

Sweet guy, seems very bubbly and fun to be around, has a cute face

Would hype you up if you were feeling down

“He's that one cousin who you see at family gatherings every 4 years that you get along with super well but never talk to outside of those gatherings as neither of you can seem to make the effort to reach out.” (yes, this is her exact wording 😭)

“Is his hair wet or is that just an unholy amout of hair gel?”

Daniel Ricciardo: Arnesto

Very popular among the guys and gals ;)

Very chill and well liked

“He’s so smiley, I love his teeth!”

Looks like he belongs in FIFA

Lando Norris: Theodore

“How old is this guy? I thought you said they had to be 18 to drive or something.”

Has an “I’m not like other boys” mentality

Probably reads those romance webnovels that all have the exact same plot and cries when he finishes them because he wants to be loved

Says “pog” and “sus” unironically

Valterri Bottas: Scott

“He’s giving me australian vibes.”

Has a nice smile, seems chill and relaxed, very reliable

Not a fan of publicity but deals with it only because he has to

Comes off as tough and intense but is actually a total sweetheart, gives off major dad energy

Zhou Guanyu: Andrew

“Ooooh, I like him. He would bump into me on the way to work, spill my drink, and buy me coffee as an apology.”

A solid dude and a good friend

Seems like a good sport

She spent almost ten minutes drooling over his modeling pictures 💀

Kevin Magnussen: Gordon Ramsay

Has strong father vibes but is unhinged

Head empty, only cars

Has questionable morals but everyone loves him

Stoner energy

“He looks like if someone tried to copy Gordon Ramsay but changed it up a bit so it wasn’t obvious.”

Mick Schumacher: Brad

Very charismatic

“What happened to his hair? Why would he cut it like that?” (I showed her before and after photos of that one haircut)

Very sweet but is also a menace to society

Looks like he would enjoy cherry flavored cough medicine

Pierre Gasly: Chadwick

Very cool and suave, flirts a lot, secretly sad inside

Throws parties often

Would have went into finance if f1 didn’t work out

Has a small but devoted fanbase, extremely underrated driver

“I can’t tell if I would trust him or not.”

Yuki Tsunoda: Benjamin

Very nice, another solid guy

“He has the same hair my brother did when he was 12.”

Can drive an f1 car well but gets too nervous to drive on regular streets because he doesn’t trust himself to not start speeding

“He’s cute, I’d date him.”

Sebastian Vettel: Gandalf

Very nice and wise, pleasant to talk to

Wins a lot, has many fans that thirst over him and his scruffy hair

Could have been a footballer but chose to go into f1 instead

“He has fun uncle energy, I want to smoke a joint with him.”

Lance Stroll: Jacob from Twilight

“THIS GUY’S HAIRCUT IS EVEN WORSE THAN BRAD’S!”

When he got rid of his old hair, his passion for the sport left with it

Sometimes gets intimidated by some of the intense racers

“Someone please tell him to grow his hair back out, it looked so good.”

Alex Albon: Jughead from Archie

Has a good portion of haters for no reason

A bit awkward but very sweet

Pulls off the red hair VERY well

“I want to be his bottle of hairdye.”

Nicholas Latifi: Santander

Is either the best driver currently or very bad

Looks very intuitive and thoughtful

Seems handy and domestically skilled

“I like his hands, do you think he moisturizes?”

I honestly can’t tell which one is my favorite 😭

[moonandsunwoo]

“just best friends” with txt

# — pairing: txt x you (no pronouns mentioned)

# — genre: fluff, kinda best friends to lovers <3

# — warnings: noneeee, lowercase intended

hiiiiii i am back after 6 years hehe :> i might post something for nct dream soooon if yall dont mind hahah im in a bit of a dreamie-hole again…anywhat have a lovely day !

soobin…bet he has the reddest cheeks whenever someone remarks that you two would go together well, just waves it off casually, heart beating out of his CHEST tho. Soobins unofficial love-language is little acts of service throughout your day, that does not limit itself to brushing your hair out of your face randomly and stuttering after intense eye-contact. so yeah soobin thinks youre cute xoxo and he will make you breakfast every sunday if you ask him to and he will help you with all your homework (even math) and if he does not understand the subject you bet your cute ass he will sit down and do the research about it. but just friends!! maybe.

yeonjun…hes a flirty fella as we know, with everyone but especially with you. winks as often at you as you roll your eyes back at him (which is: a lot) but you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a liiiittle bit. would have a habit of picking you up from everywhere at any time of the day, maybe with your favourite drink ready just because he knew which one that was and he could. likes to link arms with you, likes to match clothes in a subtle way, likes showing off how well you go together — because he knows that you do. you just wait :>

beomgyu…can you imagine a beomgyu unhinged but with a tinge of red on his cheeks, pulling you around at your hand, intertwined pinkies and matching friendship bracelets that actually mean so much more than just friends but hes too shy and youre too shy to do anything about it. (I can hear “vibes” by chase atlantic play in the bg tbh) its so many giggles and late night stargazing and trips to the end of this world just to find out that home can be everywhere as long as the other one is with them. oh also: HANDSHAKES. Idc if you think thats childish, you have one with beomgyu and its beautiful okay.

taehyun…the two go together so well that ot4 just assumed you were dating the first time they met you. its the kind of relationship where the two parties balance each other out just perfectly, a beautiful harmony. he makes you feel calm and you make him feel brave. you would visit every concert of theirs and he would always find you within ten minutes no matter where you were standing. he would come over late at night to watch a stupid boring movie with you that you both would abandon for a conversation about space and the importance of peppermint tea. Of course you loved each other. taehyun just needs that final push (bet that push would turn out to appear in the form of choi beomgyu)

hueningkai…ah yeah, so much teasing you both over the obvious puppylove you two shared. It was so innocent and pure and really built on a deep and trusting friendship and maybe that was what made huening (and you) so insecure about admitting feelings because what if the other person didnt feel the same and then everything was ruined??? scary thought right? So in the meantime (yeonjun would get kai there, dont worry yes) there would just be 3h phonecalls and matching plushies and shared clothes and jewellery and maybe handholding??? maybe…on a bold day hihi

© written by moonandsunwoo on tumblr. plz do not copy or re-upload :)

[crowhyun]

THE DAUGHTER WHOS SOUL YOU SOLD

trickster demon!Kai x reader

Genre(s): smut, fluff, angst, a teeny bit of crack

Warnings: mentions of hell, marriage, fire, consummation, lingerie, both Kai and reader and virgins, they’re kinda awkward but cute, dry humping, penetrative sex, creampie, Kai is rough

Words: 8.5k

You tried to stifle your laughter, covering your mouth with your sweater paws as you watched Kai stalk his way up to your professor. He stood directly in front of him, knowing that he was only able to be seen by you, waving his hands in his face.

     You didn't want to be called out by your professor, but it was getting harder and harder to hold on your laugh, especially since the classroom was rather silent. You watched as Kai pushed one of the professor's pens off of the table, the pen rolling a few feet away from him. He stopped talking and went to pick up the pen. With his back turned, Kai threw some other stuff off his his desk.

     Your professor furrowed his brows, looking at the fallen papers with obvious anger written on his face. You bit your lip, shutting your eyes tight to try not to laugh.

     "Alright, give it up." Your professor said. "I don't know how you're playing this trick here, but someone speak up. Who is it?"

     The students looked around at each other, confused.

     "They just fell off the desk, that's all." A boy sitting a few rows in front of you said.

     "I literally teach physics, there is no way objects just fly feet away at a stand still." He replied, shaking his head. All while he was interrogating the class, Kai was right behind him, his hand going up to the professor's hair. You wondered what he was doing until you saw the professor's hair like gradually go back. You widened your eyes as you noticed he was wearing a wig, and Kai was revealing a bald head to the class.

     You subtly shook your head at him, telling him to quit it before the professor would become embarrassed.

     "Never in my 20 years of teaching have I taught a rowdy and unhinged class like you lot." The professor said. "All I want to do is teach the wonders of physics, and you guys have played silly little pranks on me since the semester started."

      You watched as Kai slowly but surely continued to drag his wig down, and you heard quiet snickers from the class.

      "Uh, prof, your hair...?" Someone pointed out, interrupting your professor from his rant. At that moment, the wig completely fell off, plopping down to the floor. Your professor was quick to cover his head, and you were sure this was his breaking point.

     "That's it, everybody, get out!" You yelled. "Class is over for today, no one e-mail me for the rest of the week."

     Everyone hesitantly got out of their seats, mumbling and chuckling about what had happened.

     "...not even our fault..." One said.

     "At least we're out of class early." Another one said.

     You gathered your things as you made your way out of the door, feeling a bit sorry for your professor.

     Once you were out in the courtyard, Kai appeared right next to you, walking alongside you.

     "That was funny, wasn't it?" He asked with a proud smile.

     "A little bit, but you embarrassed the poor man." You said, looking up at your blonde friend.

     "He'll be fine." He shrugged. "At least you got out of class early. We can eat ramen and watch the drama we started yesterday, right?"

     "Uh, you mean I can eat ramen." You said, watching as a group of friends looked at you weirdly. You were used to this, though. The way people would look at you as you talked to yourself. It's just what you became known for. You didn't need friends anyway when you had Kai.

     "You know what I mean, silly girl." Kai chuckled.

     "Even if I wanted to, though, I can't." You said. "I have homework to do."

     "You've been doing homework almost everyday of your life, let's take a break." He said, stretching his arms out as you approached your car.

     "Hm. I'll think about it." You said, getting in the drivers seat. Kai was already in the passenger seat, ready to always go wherever you go and always be where you wanted him to be. Someone who wasn't imaginary couldn't do that.

"Okay, then I hope you think too hard so you'll get burnt out." He said with a sweet voice.

"This guy is weird..." You mumbled to yourself, starting your car and making your way to your house.

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"(Y/N), we're going out for the night, watch the house for us." Your mom said, slipping on her jacket.

"Where are you going?" You asked, a frown pulling at your face.

"Your dad rented a table at that restaurant I told you about." She said. "Y'know, the five star one?" You could tell she was excited as she checked her makeup in the mirror by the door.

"Ah..." You nodded. "Well, have fun." You said.

"You won't be completely alone, right?" She asked. "You have...Kai." Even through all of the years of you having an imaginary friend, she still seemed awkward to bring it up. Your dad still refuses to believe that your friend is just imaginary, and he insists that you go to a doctor, to your dismay. Your mom, on the other hand, was at least trying to come to terms with the fact that Kai was with you at all times.

"Yeah, you have Kai." Kai said to you, giving you a wink. You rolled your eyes turning your attention back to your mom.

"Ah, he's coming." She said, heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "We'll be back in a few hours. Bye, sweetie."

Your dad gave you a wave goodbye as he followed her out of the door. You watched them get in the car and drive away, leaving the driveway with only one car. You turned your head in confusion once you heard Kai sigh.

"You wish that was you, huh?" He asked. "Going out on a date with your boyfriend. Oh wait, you don't have one. That sucks."

You sucked your teeth, walking around him on your way to your room. "Go away."

He appeared at the top of the stairs before you even got there. "I don't want to. And besides, you'd be scared to be home alone. How cute."

You ignored him, making your way to your room and plopping yourself down on your bed. "You know what? I think I am going to give myself a break from homework."

"Yes!" Kai cheered. "Get the ramen, let's watch My Name."

"I actually want to have a self care night." You said. "I've been feeling ugly lately."

"You're not even ugly though." He said, squinting his eyes to look at your face. "Okay, maybe just a little bit."

Your jaw dropped and you reached for a pillow to throw at him, but he quickly dodged it with a laugh.

"Die!" You said, getting up and going to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you as a means to keep him out. Yet when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror, you remembered that locked doors didn't stop him. You groaned at him and he held his hands up in surrender.

"What, are you going to actually use the bathroom or something?" He asked. "I've seen you pee before, anyways!"

"Kai, don't say that, that's embarrassing!" You yelled at him.

"I've seen other things, too." He said, and you raised the brow. "My little mouse clicker." He giggled, furiously rubbing your tummy.

"Huh? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked in genuine confusion.

"Nothing." He said. "Go on with your self care. You go, girl!"

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Your parents had come back home hours ago, and it was almost the AM times, yet you still weren't asleep. You had stuffed yourself with multiple bowls of ramen and gave into watching the drama with Kai. Now you were alone and in your dark room, trying to sleep.

Since it was hard for you, you figured Kai could help out.

"Kai?" You called out quietly to the air.

"Yes?" He appeared right beside you on the bed, facing you so that you were face to face.

"If you're imaginary...how come I can touch you?" You asked him. He didn't answer for a few seconds.

"I don't know." He said. "You ask that question all the time."

"Yeah, but just in case you get an answer one day, you should tell me." You said. Kai chuckled, his hand coming over to rest on your cheek. "See...you can touch me, but your hands are so cold."

"And your cheeks are so warm." He said. You flicked his hand off of you, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had caught that. "What?" He chuckled.

"Nothing." You said, thinking of ways to change the topic. "I can't sleep."

"Mm." He hummed. "Would you like for me to sing you a song?"

"Yeah..." You said. And with that, he started to sing softly. It was a lullaby that you have never heard anywhere else. It was something that seemed to be his own creation, and he had sung it to you since you were a kid. He had an amazing voice, one that made you feel warm every time you sang. You were on the verge of falling asleep when the song stopped, but you wanted to ask a question. "Are you a ghost?"

"Go to sleep, (Y/N)."

"Okay."

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      You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a completely different place than when you fell asleep.

      The place you were in was dark, yet you stood in front of a red carpeted isle lined with lit torches. On each side of the isle, there were...things. Things that scared you. They all stared at you, skin red and scaly, hooves for feet, and horns adorning their heads.

      We're these...demons?

      Then you felt the sensation of your body moving on its own. That's when you noticed the black and red dress you had on, the style being victorian. You had a bouquet of dead roses in your hands, and a black veil covering your face. Your feet moved forward and your eyes were wide, trying to decipher what was going on. You looked forward to see a man in all black at the end of the aisle. Was this a wedding? It had to be some weird type of wedding. How did you come to a wedding? And were you the bride?

      You wanted to stop moving and at least try to make sense of what was going on, but you had no control of your body. The only thing that seemed to be misplaced was your brain.

      Soon enough, you met up with the man at the end of the isle. Once you got a good look at his face, you noticed that you knew him. He was Kai.

      You looked at the person beside you, seeing that they were completely covered in all black, and you were unable to see their face. They then started to speak in a language that you've never heard of before. It didn't sound similar to any other language.

      You looked back at Kai, noticing that he shared some of the same features as the audience. Horns on his head, deep black eyes, a sinister aura.

      This had to be a dream. You were in some wicked wedding with your imaginary friend, surrounded by demonic beings. This was definitely a dream.

      You suddenly opened your mouth, and you spoke in this unknown language. After a short sentence, your mouth shut once more. A few seconds later, Kai said that same sentence.

      The whole time, you were just thinking...what the hell? Kai reached to raise your veil, folding it over your head to reveal your face. You noticed how he was getting closer and closer to you, and you suddenly felt as if your body was unlocked, and you dropped to the ground before he could get closer.

      You gulped, and you were sure you looked like you were almost frightened to death. This was a weird dream, how could you not be? You got up from the ground, and just like you wanted to do, you ran off to wherever you could go.

      "(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" You heard Kai call after you, but you continued to run as fast as you can with the heels that adorned your feet.

      "Wake up, (Y/N)." You said to yourself as you ran. "Wake up, (Y/N)! Wake up!"

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      You woke up with a flinch, being greeted by the bright sunlight. You squinted your eyes, looking around to see that you were in your room. Kai was nowhere to be found, which was weird, seeing that he was usually the first thing you saw every morning.

      "What a weird dream..." You muttered to yourself, getting up to start the day. You were feeling a bit more groggy than usual, your feet dragging across the floor.

      When you were going to brush your teeth, your toothbrush somehow slipped out of your hand, dropping onto the floor.

      "Ah- ew, oh my gosh." You groaned, picking it up and running it under the water. You didn't mean to be dramatic or anything, but you were sure the day was getting off to a bad start.

      After brushing your teeth, you quickly got ready for your class, slipping on your glasses and grabbing your bag. On the way downstairs, you tripped a bit, but you said yourself with your grip on the railing. The one thing that couldn't be saved was your glasses, as they fell off your head and you accidentally stepped on them, cracking the lense.

      "Dammit..." You muttered to yourself, checking out the damage. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to get them repaired if you wanted to use them. You guessed that squinting at the board during class wouldn't be too bad.

      And...

      You were late to class.

      You stumbled into your class room, probably looking like you had just run a mile. You couldn't possibly miss the lecture for today, it was important. On your way to class, there was something wrong with your radio, and it kept switching stations randomly. When you weren't paying attention and trying to change it back, you had missed a green light.

      And you ended up sitting at a red light for twenty minutes straight, causing you to be late for class. You didn't know what was up with your luck, lately, but today was horrible so far. You thought that maybe it was because Kai hadn't shown up, yet. Kai was with you everyday, and the day that he doesn't show up, everything goes wrong.

      You struggled to take notes during class, your mind drifting over to Kai and your dream from last night. Kai was rarely in your dreams, but the one times he shows, it's you getting married to him. You felt a slight pinch of regret, wishing that you had let him kiss you in your dream. But at the same time, it felt so weird. He was imaginary. It's insanely weird to have a crush on your imaginary friend. Your parents already think you need help as it is.

      You just wished that Kai was real. He'd be perfect for you. The perfect boy. It's sad how that's only possible in your imagination.

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       After a long day of classes, you found yourself back home and in your room. Surprisingly, you were alone. You called out to Kai a few times, wondering why he hasn't immediately shown up like he usually did.

      "Maybe...maybe I am too stressed." You spoke to yourself. He was apart of your imagination, right? So, it would make sense that you couldn't bring him up when you were too stressed.

      You heard a knock on your door and your mom peeked in.

      "Hun, your dad isn't going to be back for a while." She said. "He's getting good business for the week, so he'll be super busy. If this works out for him, we'll have a celebration this weekend." She did a pumping motion with her hand while she smiled big. "Ah, also, could you go grocery shopping for me, tomorrow? I don't have time to do it, but I have a list."

      "Sure." You answered, knowing that you were rather busy tomorrow, but you didn't want to make her angry.

      "Great, thanks." She said. "I'll leave the list on your dresser." She placed a sheet of paper on your dresser, then she left the room.

      You sighed, remembering how badly you wanted to move out. Grocery shopping for the family every now and again wasn't bad, but sometimes, your parents treated you as if you were a sort of maid. They went out and had fun without you a lot, they found slick ways to talk down on Kai and how you were too old to have an imaginary friend, and much more. They say they're not ones for drama, but it seems to just be something they enjoy.

      The only way you could even cope with it was by talking to Kai. He's been their your whole life, and even though he was quite bothersome sometimes, he was your bestest friend in the world.

      "Kai?" You called out, waiting a few seconds even though you were sure than he wasn't going to show up. You were a little down about it, but you decided some relaxation was going to fix that. So, for the rest of the night, you watched "My Name", hoping that Kai would show up right in the middle of it.

      But he didn't.

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      A week later, you found yourself walking into your home to the smell of dinner. It was a rare occurance, but you assumed that your dad's business for the week had gone well. You made your way to the kitchen where your parents were playing music and chatting happily while cooking.

      "Oh, hey, (Y/N)." You mom said once she saw you. "It's about time you came home."

      "Today, we're celebrating 20 years of excellence!" Your dad said, holding up a glass of wine. "And yet another successful week at Kim Tech."

      "Cheers to that!" Your mom added on.

      "That's great." You smiled. "What are you guys cooking?"

      "We're cooking some steak, as our main course, with some mashed potatoes, corn, and a strawberry cake for dessert." Your mom said. "And your dad is inviting some of his coworkers in a bit."

      "Ah..." You nodded, leaning on the counter as you watched them cook. You felt a little sour. They celebrated a good week for them, yet you only had stress from one of the worst weeks you've ever had in a while. Accident after accident kept happening, and it was like your luck just wasn't caring about you. You had broken down multiple times this week, and yet you had no choice but to celebrate. Of course you were grateful, though, the whole reason you were able to go to college is because of the money that Kim Tech brought in. It was a blessing. It would've just been more of a blessing if Kai was there.

      While your parents were distracted by telling stories of when the company started, you noticed that the grease in the pan was smoking a bit. You weren't sure, but you thought it may have been too hot. You were about to tell them, but you noticed the glass of wine right next to the stove and how it was slowly but surely moving. You squinted your eyes to make sure you weren't seeing things, but you weren't crazy. The glass was moving closer and closer to the hot grease and before you could react, it tilted over the pan, breaking as the wine fell into the grease. The pan suddenly bursted into flames, pieces of glass dropping onto the floor.

      Your parents yelled out in surprise, trying to back up from the flames, but your dad was a bit too late, his sleeve catching on fire. In a panic, he accidentally stepped on a sharp piece of glass, and he yelped in pain.

     "O-Oh my gosh, (Y/N) call the fire department!" You mom yelled at you as she tried to help your dad. Your mouth was agape and panic set into your veins as you tried to get it together. You ran to your bag, fetching out your phone as you quickly dialed the fire department, the reflection of your dad engulfed in flames in your frightened eyes.

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      "...first degree burns on most parts of the exposed body, yet there are some second and third degree burns..."

      "...needs to go in for immediate medical care..."

      "Will he be alright?"

      "He'll be fine..."

      "He's just in a lot of pain right now..."

      The red lights blinked on and off, shining on your house, the black soot even showing outside of the windows. What was just a grease fire turned into something worse, half of your downstairs home burnt into ashes. You looked at the house, tears filling your eyes. You wouldn't say you were necessarily sad, but you got the feeling that it was your fault. Maybe you've been passing around your bad luck, or maybe it's just been following you wherever you went. This time, your house and your poor father were the victims of it.

After making sure your father was alright, he was driven to the hospital to be taken care of. You guys had to live in one of the vacation homes not far from where you lived until the renovation was complete. Much to your dismay, this house was further away from your school, and you knew it would be costly to go back and forth. You could just not go to class for a bit, given the circumstances, but you knew that it would hurt your grade, and you were not willing to let that happen.

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Pulling up to the vacation home, which was nestled right by the beach, you felt that living here for the time being was wrong. It was a vacation home for goodness sakes, a home where you could go to relax and have fun. Nothing was going to be fun here while your dad was in the hospital. You couldn't even bring all of your essentials due to you not being allowed to go back into your house.

Your mother insisted that you go get settled into the vacation home while she decided to stay overnight at the hospital with your father. You didn't even have a chance to visit.

You sighed, getting out of your car and unlocking the front door to the house. It was dark, as it was still night time, so you turned the light on, looking around.

Your family hadn't used the vacation home in years, everything being left in the same place as it was the last time you came here. It wasn't a huge home, as there were two small rooms attached to one big room which had the kitchen, the living area, and the dining area. There was a balcony that was in view of the large beach behind the house which reflected the moonlight beautifully. You forgot how beautiful it was here. You just wished that you weren't alone.

You made your way to the room that you always occupied. There was a queen sized bed and a dresser, as well as two large windows that faces the beach. You guessed that maybe you did need to be here, so you could finally relax. But right now, your body only craved one thing. And that was to cry.

Now that you were all alone, you really had no other choice but to finally let it all out. You sat on the bedC your back to the head board as you sobbed, your head falling forward on your bent knees. You couldn't believe this week could get any worse, and it felt so relieving to be able to just cry. You weren't sure if crying would help, but in this moment, it just made you feel good.

With your eyes shut tight and tears streaming down your face, you didn't notice the presence of a certain someone until you felt a gentle touch on your back.

You slowly lifted your head, making eye contact with Kai as he tried to comfort you.

"Kai..." You mumbled. "Where have you been?"

"U-uh, imaginary friend world." He smiled.

"Not funny."

"Sorry..." He looked down. "Are...you okay?"

"No." You shook your head. "This whole week has been a disaster. It just had to end with my dad being in the hospital."

      He didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he spoke. "I-I'm sorry..."

      "What do you have to be sorry for?" You sniffled. "It's just my bad luck. I guess it passed it onto my parents."

      "No, that's not it." He said quietly.

      "Then what is it?" You looked at him. "Why is it that the minute you're gone, everything goes awry? I must've just been too stressed and then...I don't know."

      "Don't blame yourself for this, (Y/N)..."

      "Then who else is there to blame?" You asked, getting frustrated. "For almost everything bad, there's at least one person to blame. Who's else fault is it? My mom's? My dad's? My dad had one of the best weeks of his career, while I had the worst. And all of a sudden, when I'm in the picture, the house catches on fire."

      "(Y/N)." He said, and you heard a weird undertone in his voice. Almost like he was...ashamed? "Please don't get too angry at me, but...the bad things that happened this week...that was my fault."

      "Huh? What do you mean?" You asked. "You weren't even here..."

      "It's going to be hard to explain, and I don't know if you'd be able to handle it, but yes." He said. "Everything that's happened was my fault."

      "...including the fire?"

      "Y-yes...including the fire." He looked at you with wary eyes. You gently but surely pushed his hand off of you, your face going stone cold.

      "Explain."

      "It's not easy to explain, y-you're going to see me differently-"

      "Aren't you a figment of my imagination?" You furrowed your brows and frowned. "What other way could I see you?"

      "That's the thing, I'm not a figment of your imagination." He said. "I never was, and I never will be."

      "...what?"

      "It's possible for me to be seen by only you, but it's also possible for me to be seen by anyone else and not seen at all." He said.

      "Then...what are you?" You asked.

      He gulped before answering, a shifty look in his eyes. "I'm a d-demon."

      "You're lying." You said. "T-that can't be true. It must be a trick."

      "Well, that's kind of my specialty. I'm a trickster demon. It's the truth." He looked down. You looked at him, trying to see if he could be lying. Weirdly enough, he seemed genuine.

      "So, is that why you tricked me into believing you were just a figment of my imagination?" You asked, a hint of venom in your voice.

      "(Y/N), it's not like that." He said. "Stop making it seem as if I'm your enemy."

      "Friends don't make other friends days worse, Kai. Friends don't light other friends' houses on fire, Kai." You said. "Those are things that enemies do."

      "I admit, I was wrong for doing those things." He said. "I never meant for it to go that far. I was just...I was angry."

      "Angry at who? Me? What could I have possibly done?"

      "You don't understand, (Y/N)."

      "Then help me understand." You said. "If not, then...then you can just go back to hell."

      He looked at you in silence, a frown pulling at his face that made you feel a bit guilty for speaking without thinking. Yet, you didn't take it back, as you were still angry at him.

      "We're engaged to be wed." He said, and you snapped your head up, almost mishearing him. "We have been since you were born. You see how big your dad's company is? He...he sold your soul in order to get that big. In order to seal the deal, you must be turned into a halfling before you die."

"A halfling?"

"Half demon, half human." He said. "Lucifer's servant. The only way to do that is to be wed to a demon...in hell."

"So...that dream..."

He nodded his head. "That's the only way I could marry you without you coming out to be too corrupted."

You couldn't say anything, remembering how you ran away from him in what you thought was a lucid dream. You could also feel the fuming rage that you had for your father. He sold his own newborn baby's soul to the devil for some stupid company. For money. Maybe he deserved to burn. It was only a hint of what was going to happen to him when he would eventually get to hell.

"(Y/N)?" He rested his hand on your knee, but you brushed it away.

"What if I don't marry you? Then what will happen?" You asked him.

"Lucifer...he'll devour the souls of the rest of your family." Kai said. "And doom all of you to burn in hell for eternity...including me."

You felt a deep sense of doom inside of you. The anger you had for Kai wasn't strong enough to cover how important he was to you, and for him so suffer just because of your father, you couldn't have that happen.

"What did you mean earlier? When you said something about me coming out too corrupted?" You asked.

"When you go to hell as a human, it...it changes you. I'm not sure how to explain this well, but you won't come out the same." He said. "Yet, of you to go hell in your dreams, you will remain unchanged. A wedding in hell is worse. In order to go back home, you have to be ungulfed into flames...something more painful than you've ever experienced in your life."

"Why would I go back home?" You asked.

"You don't have to." He said. "It's a choice. Just like marrying me is. But, not coming back up here just means that you die at an early age. There's a possibility to just get married and then come back with your life unchanged, apart from the fact that you'd be a halfling."

"What would I be if I don't come back home?" You asked.

"Then you'd just be a demon. Like me." He said, then he frowned. "Do you...do you not want to be here?"

"No..." You said. Kai didn't answer, but there was no explanation needed. He's been with you your whole life and he's seen sides of you that you haven't shown anyone else. You weren't even as close with your parents as you were with Kai. So, he knew your troubles and he knew your stressors. He knew that you'd be much better off not being in this world, as horrible as it sounded. "I'll get married to you. And I'm sorry from running away from you in that dream. I just didn't know what was going on."

"That's my fault." He said, hesitantly placing his hand on your knee, afraid that you'll push him off, yet you didn't. "I should've told you earlier. And I shouldn't have made your week bad...I'm a terrible person."

"No. You're just a demon." You said with a quiet chuckle.

"Ah...it appears that I am." He said with a laugh.

"Will the wedding happen tonight?" You asked.

"It'll happen whenever you're ready." He said. "But I must warn you...when you come with me, you'll die up here. And once you die, you can't come back. Yet if you go in your dreams, you won't die."

"I'll go with you." You said quickly. He nodded.

"Oh, and, please don't freak out, but..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.

"What now?" You asked, starting to get worried again.

"Well, it's...in order to uh, complete the marriage..." He gulped. "It's required to have a consummation...after the wedding."

"...a what?!"

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It took a few days for you to be mentally ready for the wedding. You maybe have not been the fondest of your parents, but you had to find a way to say goodbye, or to at least leave your mark.

Meeting your mom after you went out to relax by the beach, you were surprised by your reaction.

"Hey, (Y/N), oh-" She looked over to beside you. "Who's this?"

You furrowed your brows and looked to the side, seeing the one and only Kai. You knew he was there the whole time, but you don't think he's ever showed himself to your parents.

"Oh, uh...this is Kai. My...friend." You said to her.

"Friends don't get married." He mumbled under his breath, but you judged him with your elbow.

"Kai...?" She raised a brow. You then noticed that you told her the name of your imaginary friend, who was essentially the same person, but she didn't know that.

"Yeah, Kai short for Kaipo." Kai lied, saving your ass. "It's an Hawaiian name."

"You're from Hawaii?" Your mom said, taking off her glasses in awe, and Kai nodded. "Ah, how wonderful."

"Uhm, we have homework to do." You said to her. "So, we're just going to go to my room."

"Oh, alright then." Your mom said. "Study hard."

"We will." You said. "...bye."

"Bye?" Your mom raised an eyebrow and chuckled at your awkward and misplaced goodbye. You then tugged Kai with you to your room, shutting the door behind you.

"That was awkward." Kai chuckled.

"What was I supposed to say?" You asked. "It's all I could do..."

"Did you meet up with your dad?" He asked and you nodded.

"I left him a note." You said, not wanting to elaborate.

"Oh, alright..." He said. "So does that mean...you want to get married tonight?"

     "Y-yeah." You said, a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew what you had to do in order to get there, and so did Kai. He reached in his back pocket for the orange bottle of pills, hesitatingly giving them to you.

     "I'll meet you there then." He said.

     "Can't you stay with me?" You asks him.

     "No. I can't...I can't watch you die." He shook his head. "That's too much."

     "Ah..." You nodded. "Then I'll see you there...I'll be okay, right?"

     "You'll be fine." He smiled. "When you wake up, you'll be just fine."

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      Opening your eyes, you were greeted with a familiar setting. You were in the same place as you were when you were in your dream. You were at the beginning of the wedding isle in your black and red dress, the dead bouquet of roses in your hand.

      This time, though, you were happy to be here. You were still anxious and unsure, but you now understood the importance of the wedding, and you were willing to partake in it. You wouldn't have done it if it wasn't Kai. Now, it wasn't weird to have a romantic liking towards him. That was a relief.

      The demons on both sides of the isle watched you, their eyes big and black, with no soul or emotion behind them. At the end of the isle was your soon to be husband, which turned out to be a demon this whole time. Was that good or bad? You wouldn't know.

     You began your walk down the isle, this time, you weren't forced to do it against your will. You didn't want to run, and you didn't want to cower away. You wanted to pull through, and that's exactly what you were going to do.

     Just like in your dream, you faced Kai at the end, and the demon beside the both of you spoke in the language that you still couldn't understand. It didn't matter, though, as you knew by the end of all this, you'd understand everything.

     Kai lifted your veil over your head, revealing your face to him. This was it. This was the part where he would kiss you. He looked at you as if he was asking if you were alright. You weren't sure how you picked that up in his pitch black eyes, but you shave him a small smile to which he returned before leaning in. You shut your eyes right before you felt his soft lips against yours, and then, quicker than you wanted, he parted from the kiss.

     All the fleeting thoughts of kissing Kai finally came true, and it was much better than you expected. It was short and sweet, yet he left you wanting more.

     Yet both you and him knew that soon, there would be more. That sole thought left you zoning in and out throughout the wedding, just imagining what the hell was going to go down.

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     You were in a room alone, stripped out of your dress and left in a revealing yet classy lingerie set. The room only consisted of a king sized bed and a vanity, where you sat to check your appearance.

     You felt a little weird about it, yes. You've known Kai your whole life, you shouldn't feel self conscious, but at the same time...you've never done anything remotely close to what you were about to do. Kai was just imaginary, but now, you were about to give yourself to him.

     You watched the door, feeling nervous. He was going to enter at any time now, and being alone in such a different place scared you.

     You then heard the door creak open, and Kai slowly revealed himself to you. The two of you met eyes and you gulped, suddenly feeling exposed. You could tell that Kai was at least somewhat enamored by the way you looked, and he didn't do the best job of hiding it.

     "H-hey." He said.

     "Hi." You replied.

     "You look really...really nice." He said, walking closer to you. Sitting down, you noticed how he towered over you, and you stood up to not feel too small, but his gaze still did so. You nearly curled in on yourself, becoming even more exposed.

     "Thank you." You said, looking up at him.

     "Hey, let's not make this awkward." He chuckled. "Let's not think about it too much."

     "How can I not?" You asked, looking down.

     "Oh...does that mean...you've been thinking about it this whole time?" He asked with courage. You were too shy to answer, but he already knew just by the bashful look on your face. "Because I have, too."

     You gulped, looking into his black eyes, seeing no reflection in them.

     "Are you scared of me?" He asked.

     You shook your head.

     "You don't have to lie." He chuckled. "It's okay to be scared. You've never seen me like this. But I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle...if that's what you want." He looked down at your lingerie clad body, his pants becoming tighter. He was needy for you, but he didn't want to make it obvious. But the way you stood in front of him like he's never seen before...it was doing things to him. "C-Can I touch you?" He asked.

     "Y-yes." You nodded, watching as his large hands hesitantly settled on your exposed waist, stiff as ever.

     "You can touch me other places, too." You said, and he almost choked, his eyes going round. "I-I didn't mean anything too explicit...not yet, at least." You chuckled, relaxing a bit more to see that he was just as nervous as you.

     "So...I can touch down...here?" He slowly slid his hands down past your hips, and he gently cupped your ass. You felt your arousal start to grow as you nodded. "Can I kiss you too?"

     "You can do anything you want to me." You said.

     "Don't say that...I might lose it." He nervously laughed.

     "Well...isn't that what we're here for?" You stepped closer to him, close enough that your bodies were pressed together.

     "Y-yeah..." He stuttered, lowering down to slot his lips in between yours. You stood on your tip-toes to reach the kiss, your hands on his shoulders to support you. The kiss started out slowly, something that you could get used to so far. Just like he said before, he was gentle, his hands caressing your skin.

     After a bit, he slotted his tongue into your mouth, and you were surprised to feel that he had a forked tongue. You were fascinated, to say the least, twirling your tongue around his. Yet, just when it started to get heated, you felt the burn of your claves. You were on your toes for too long, and you went down on your flat feet, breaking the kiss. Kai chuckled at you, knowing what had happened.

     "Should we move to the bed?" He asked and you nodded. With his hands on your waist, he guided you backwards from the vanity to the bed, leaning you back so that you were laid down. From this point of view, he could see everything, now, and so could you. His bulge was large against his pants, and that's when you noticed that he was far too clothed for your liking.

     "Can you t-take your clothes off?" You asked him. He looked down at himself, almost as if he was surprised he even still had clothes on. He reached to take off his all black suit, which was a sight that you enjoyed seeing. Soon enough, he was bare before you, all except for his boxers.

     You knew this before, but without his clothes, Kai seemed even more broad than he already was, especially when he hovered over you. If someone was to look from a birds eye view, you'd be completely covered by him. You felt so small, and it heightened your arousal even more.

     Kai attached his lips to yours once more, his tongue immediately meeting yours. At the same time as kissing you, he spread your legs wide enough so that he could fit in between them, and you felt his bulge come right into contact with your clothed pussy. You moaned into the kiss and Kai parted from you, making you feel a bit embarrassed.

     "That was really pretty." Kai said. After hearing it once, he wanted to hear it again, prompting him to experimentally push his hips forward, grinding against your clit. You gasped at the pleasurable feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Does that feel good?"

     You nodded, too scared that your voice would sound too fucked out already. Kai felt his chest swell up with pride as he took a gentle grab of your hips, grinding into you once more. If just grinding into you made you feel this way, he simply couldn't imagine what you'd be like when you'd be stuffed with his cock.

     He leaned over you, keeping a steady pace as he grinded into you. He wanted to savor your lingerie a bit more, but the urge to see your completely naked took over. And he released that urge in a bit of an aggressive way.

     You gasped once he ripped your lacy bra off of you, and he looked at the tattered fabric in his hand as if he was surprised as well.

     "S-sorry..." He trailed off as he caught sight of your breasts, free and exposed just for him. He forgot about your bra, tossing it to the side as he slid his hands up to your breasts to cup them. "You're so pretty." He mumbled, watching as he folding your breasts.

     You were still a bit distracted by the rolling of his hips into yours, but once your felt his mouth suckle around your nipple, you were snapped back into focus. The added sensation made everything more pleasurable, and he closed his eyes, his tongue swirling around your hard bud. You tangled your hands into his blonde hair, your mouth falling agape as your orgasm suddenly hit you by surprise. Your moans got louder against your will, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

     Kai locked his lips, watching as you calmed down from your high wanting more.

     "Fuck, you are so gorgeous." He said, scooting you back on the bed so he could fully hover over you.

     "Kai, I want you." You breathed out, already fucked out. "I want you inside me.”

     "You sure it won't be too much for you?" He asked, an innocent look on his face, yet you knew him too well, knowing he was teasing you. "You came so easily just now, baby." With the added pet name, he tried to make his words soft, but there was the hard undertone underneath that, making you gush in your useless underwear.

     "Please, Kai." You whined, dragging your hand down to his boxers. He chuckled, pulling down his boxers and releasing a long, girthy cock. You knew he had to have something lengthy down there, seeing how big he was, but it was still a surprise to you.

     He went to remove your panties, your wetness sticking to it as he pulled it down. His mouth was watering, seeing just how wet you were. He made a mental note that he was going to eat you out next time. As if in a trance, you noticed him staring at your pussy with hungry eyes, and you felt shy once again.

     "K-Kai, please." You whined.

     "Sorry," He breathed out, hovering over you once more, his tip aligning with your entrance. "Are you ready?"

     You nodded. With that, he started to slowly push his cock into you, and you felt delicious yet painful stretch. It wasn't too painful to where you needed to stop, so you felt him keep going until he had his whole cock stuffed inside of you. He sighed in pleasure at your walls wrapped around him.

      He started to thrust inside of you, slowly but deeply. He bit his lip in concentration while you held onto his shoulders, savoring the feel of his cock inside of you. He picked up the pace, going steady, but not too fast to where you were overwhelmed.

      "Fuck, Kai, your cock feels so good." You moaned out.

      "Yeah?"

      You nodded. "Please go faster."

      "How fast?" He asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

      "You won't hurt me." You said, moaning as he continued to go at a steady pace, and you bit your lip. "I like it fast. You can do that for me, right?"

      You smiled at Kai's surprised face, his thrusts slowing down. He quickly recollected himself, positioning himself to where he'd be able to pleasure you properly.

      "Yeah, I can do that". He said. He started to thrust faster into you, his thrusts gradually becoming faster and harder.

      As your moans got louder, he went harder, you spurring him on, and it got to the point where he was pounding you into the mattress.

     You cursed, holding onto him as you noticed that every thrust pushed you up the bed. He grabbed onto your hips tightly with his large hands, holding you down as he pistoned into you.

     This was exactly what you wanted. For him to lose control. Your wetness was evident, the noise combining with the slaps of skin on skin as well and your moans. He muttered profanities into your ear, using more of his strength to fuck into you to where it was almost painful, but the pleasure always out ruled the pain.

     You were borderline screaming at this point, not knowing that Kai was capable of making you feel this way.

     "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He whined into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You felt his cock throbbing, even with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

      "Cum inside me, please, I want it." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. He nodded against your neck groaning as you felt his cock uncontrollably twitch inside of you.

     Then, you felt ropes of his cum pour into you, paired with his high pitched whine. He thrusted into you, milking himself until his cum was spilling out of you in a mess.

     After he finished cumming inside of you, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you. He licked his lips, not forgetting about you. You yelped in surprised once he dipped down, taking your swollen clit in between his slip.

     You moaned loudly, your hands going to tug of his hair as he fiercely sucked your clit, quickly bringing you to your second orgasm. You heaved out moans as you shut your eyes, grinding against Kai's face to ride out your high.

     After you had calmed down, you felt a bit embarrassed at how desperate you were, but Kai didn't seem to care as he kissed you again, a mix of yours and his cum on your mouth. It was filthy, yes, but after what had just happened, that was nothing.

     After the heated act that just took place, Kai rested his head on yours, a lazy smile on his face that you matched.

     "So...it's done now?" You asked him. "You're my husband?"

     "Yeah...and you're my wife." He chuckled. "Now, all you have to do is meet with Lucifer. Then, we'll...we'll be able to be together here."

     "Lucifer..." You muttered under your breath.

     "Are you scared?" He asked. "Don't be. I'll be beside you the whole time, okay?"

     "Okay..." You smiled, and he kissed you again.

     "I can't believe we just did the devil's tango." He giggled, going back to the Kai you've always known.

     "It seems like you want to do it again, huh?" You smirked, feeling his hardness against your thigh. He looked down, laughing as he didn't notice before.

     "It appears so."

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     Your dad woke up from his slumber, his arms wrapped in bandages from the burns. He had once more day until he was able to be discharged, and he was excited to be reunified with you and your mom.

     Looking at the table beside his hospital bed, he noticed a folded piece of paper that wasn't there before. He furrowed his brows in confusion, grabbing the piece of paper and un-folding it, revealing a letter.

     Dear Father,

I hope you're having a great time with your company booming and all. You know you have to, especially when you know you're doomed to burn in hell. When you get discharged, I'll be dead, but you knew it was going to happen one day, right?

That's all I have to say to you. I hope you love with the guilt that your daughter's dead because of you.

    Love, The Daughter Who's Soul you Sold

[unluckyhoneybee]

My friends and I cannot agree on what kind of drunk Mick would be. My personal guess is that he is a needy and clingy drunk, my friends think he is a "I can't stop laughing and creating chaos" kind of drunk.

Would love to see how you see him in a new part of his story 👻

Notes: Drunk Mick is chaos I'm sure, but... Why not both? Chaotic and clingy? (x) Mick being cute and "unhinged".

Warning: also Witten in my phone, sorry for the mistakes. NOT EDITED.

Part 17. Best friends to Lovers MASTERLIST

"Charles, have you seen Mick?"

"Mick? Last time I talked to him he was with Daniel"

"Oh, thanks."

Mick was a bit tipsy last time you saw him. And you knew what tipsy Mick meant. Plus... If he was with Daniel...

You moved around the place looking for you boyfriend. And suddenly saw Sebastian.

"Seb" You grabbed his arm. "Have you seen Mick?"

"Oh yes. He was by the pool. The boy is enjoying the party"

You chuckled. "Thanks!"

When you found him, he was by the pool. But standing over a table with a microphone on his hand and singing some ABBA song. You laughed at the sight. He was always so correct and polite that it was strange to see him doing stuff like that. But he seemed as if he was enjoying himself so... It was a private party, it wouldn't hurt anyone.

When the song ended, he looked at you and pointed with his finger. "This was for my beautiful girlfriend, YN"

"Oh shit" You laughed hard. Then, he jumped from the table and walked to you, embracing your body with his strong arms.

"Love you, baby"

And he left. He was kind of hyperactive.

It was funny to see him so loose. He wasn't really drunk, just tipsy enough to not care about his PR image.

Later that night, he came to you.

"I had an idea"

"Okay, tell me"

"Kev fell asleep"

"Kevin Magnussen?"

"How many Kevs do you know, silly girl?" He giggled. "Of course Kevin Magnussen"

"Oh God, Mick"

"Let's draw on his face. I got this. Don't ask how. It's neon." He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grinned.

"Are you sure?"

"No. But you only live once" And with that, he disappeared again.

"Mick hey! Come back!"

When you found him, he had already written a Suck my balls, honey on Kevin's face.

"OMG." You were trying to cover your mouth and not show how much you were laughing. Mick was giggling like a little kid admiring his art.

"Mick?" Seb appeared next to you and started laughing at the instant.

"He is unhinged, Seb"

"I think he drank enough"

"Yeah, me too"

You took Mick drink from the table and hid it behind a plant.

"He looks handsome. I think I'm going for a swim"

"Mick, no!"

Soon he was with some other drivers in the pool, splashing water and playing around.

"Ricciardo, this is all you fault" You told the Australian when you sat on the edge of the bed.

"He is having fun"

You smiled. He definetly was. But he saw Daniel splashing water at you and frowned.

"Ey you! Nobody splash water at my girlfriend but me"

"Oh no. Mick Schumacher don't you..." Late. You were covered in water. "You little shit..."

He was laughing so hard as he swam to you climbing out of the pool and sitting next to you.

"I love you baby" He kissed your cheek and draped an arm over your shoulders.

"You are gonna need more than those little kisses, Mick"

"Don't worry I will..."

You had to cover his mouth laughing.

"Mick, they don't care"

Right then, Kevin appeared. He was completely oblivious of the words written on his forehead and Mick was laughing so much that he couldn't even breath.

You laughed too and went to find a towel for you and your boyfriend, sitting back and covering both of you.

"I think the alcohol is leaving" He pointed out.

His eyes were getting more and more sleepier and when you hugged his shoulders to dry him, he nuzzled into you.

"I had so much fun today" He whispered kissing your neck.

"I know, babe. I'm so happy for you"

"I can't believe I did that to Kevin and he hasn't notice yet" He said and let out a giggle.

"Suck my balls, honey!" Someone told Kevin, making everyone around laugh.

You kissed Mick's s forehead.

"I love you so so much. So much that I would write that on my forehead just for you"

"Wow, Mickey. You are a romantic"

"Well, what can I say"

You laughed.

"I really love you. You are the best thing in my life. Really. I love being here with you"

"Oh, Mickey. I love being here with you too. I love you a lot too."

"Not more than me. Really. I love you too much."

"Okay okay"

"I want to go to sleep and cuddle, YN"

"Let's go then."