#wake vasquez if you want someone to be miserable with

[ozzgin]

Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely 😭<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)

Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D

Content: female reader, perverted goat demon yandere, dark/crass humor!, monster romance, mildly NSFW

[Part 1] [Monster masterlist]

The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you haven’t had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, it’s someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then you’ll get the odd client, but that’s something for another day.

Your boss isn’t all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and you’ve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now you’ve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, it’s almost comforting. There’s something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.

"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."

You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:

"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."

He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.

"Well…If I’m being honest, you’re kind of pathetic, aren't you? I’m just a little worried that if I’m too harsh, I’ll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that I’d care, but if you’re gone, I’m the one stuck with…that thing.”

Ah. That’s what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.

“(Y/N)! Are you done yet? I’m booooooored”, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.

“I’m about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-”

“You know I do! Spread those legs and I can start”, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.

You sigh.

Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detective’s way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.

How's your life with Zzy going?

You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who would’ve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?

On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. “Listen, it’s like…one of those fidget toys. It helps with stress”, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. “You want me to do my work properly, don’t you?” He concludes theatrically. “You’re not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.”

If you’re having a bad day, it won’t go unnoticed. “Boy, what a smell, what a delicacy. You’re even more miserable than usual”, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. “You know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?”

Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. “What have you done?” You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. “He was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.” The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.

As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.

Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.

"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.

"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."

You sigh once more and roll over.

"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.

"Just go to sleep. Or something."

[choicest]

The Hollow Side of the World

Author's Note: This fic is the continuation of my fic The Hardest Goodbye inspired by Pixelberry's The Freshman Series. This contains both MC's and Chris’ point of view after the break-up. Thank you for being here!

@whendolphinscry @malvolari-take-my-soul @the-soot-sprite

Pairing: Chris x MC

Chris

Chris feels some licking in his face, he slowly opens his eyes and see Rookie trying to wake him up. He laughs at the sight, what a cute puppy he is. "And good morning to you too, buddy." Chris rolls over and check the time in his phone, 10:49. It's late and he's not surprised that he slept in despite being a morning person. After yesterday, he's sure that it's either he won't be able to sleep fully or he'll sleep that long to numb the pain. Good thing he only got one afternoon class today so he's not running late.

The quarterback checks his phone once again. Refreshing it for the third time now, he hopes he'll see her name. Convincing himself that if he's not lucky enough to get a message from her, maybe there will be a notification on his social media from her. Anything that will help him feel closer to her again.

Accepting the hard truth that there's none, he contemplates if he should make the first move. He clicks her name and types "Good morning, babe." then immediately erases it. "Really, Chris? After what you said to her you have the audacity to call her that?" He scolded himself. "I'm really sorry. Please come home." he tries again and shows the screen to Rookie asking for approval. Rookie just lazily drops his head. "Yeah, you're right. That sounds dumb." He deletes the message, closes his phone and rub his hair out of frustration. "Come on, let's just eat breakfast. Chris smiles dejectedly and he lifts Rookie in his arms.

MC

MC goes downstairs and see her mom preparing waffles. "Good morning, mom." she says as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Good morning, bean!" Her dad, Stephen enters the kitchen energetic. MC notice that he's wearing a pajama. That's a good thing, she thought. That means that he spent the night here. She goes and hug him whispering thank you and smiling to her mom through the hug. She knows that her parents are also going through a rough patch and them putting aside their differences to be with her means a lot to her.

"Come on, MC. Eat faster so I can drop you at school before work." Stephen says. "Dad, really it's okay. I left the car at campus yesterday in a hurry so I'll just take the train today. I don't need you using your company's car, driving that long just to make me feel better." MC smiles warmly at her father.

"MC, you sure you're okay, honey?" her mom asks, knowing her daughter really well. "I'll be fine, mom. Thanks for the offer, dad but I got this." MC hugs both of them for the last time then head to the train station.

~

MC

Wanting to avoid any interaction with Chris, MC walks straight to the library to work on her thesis. As much as she misses him, she's not ready yet. There she saw Abbie, reading a book. She tries to blend in with the other library goers, not quite ready to tell her friend what happened. MC is about to give herself a pat on the back for an accomplished mission when she hears Abbie soft whispers to her. Closing her eyes briefly, MC plaster a smile and goes over her curly friend's table. "Hey, Abbie."

"Hey, yourself." Abbie gives her a meaningful look. Confuse, MC looks expectantly at her. "Oh, come on, MC don't worry about it. Tyler and I ditch you guys sometimes for the same reason." she teases MC. "Abbie, I don't follow. What's up?"

"Oh, wow. You didn't know? Well, Sebastian invited the gang last night to celebrate your play with James since we didn't really have the chance that night. We shoot you and Chris a message but since you guys were not answering we thought that you guys might have your own thing, you know?" Abbie wiggles her eyebrows. MC frowns. Now it's even harder to tell the truth. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to celebrate. Though we missed the girl we were celebrating." Abbie adds.

After a few minutes of not answering, Abbie drops her book and looks at MC. "Hey, is everything okay?" MC looks at Abbie and tears comes falling. MC can't imagine where are the tears coming from. She thought she cried hard enough the last night. After Abbie gives her a hug, taking her time she tells her what happened and why both of them were unresponsive. MC didn't know what to do and neither was Abbie. For a while they just hug each other while Abbie whispers "Everything's going to be fine, MC."

Chris

Usually after his class, Chris would meet MC at the coffee shop and they would share some muffin they both love but today, Chris skips the coffee shop. He walks directly to the cafeteria to grab a quick bite before training. He wanted to give MC the space she needs in case she's there.

When Chris reach the football field, he feels more determined to do his very best even if it's just a normal training day. He puts himself in so much pressure thinking that him being inconsiderate of her feelings is one of the reasons why she left. "Might as well give my best so my girl giving me the chance to reach my dreams wouldn't go to waste huh." he said to himself. Chris tries his best to calm his nerves but failed miserably. He can't do this. Not without her.

~

MC

“So, what now, MC?” Abbie ask MC as they walk through the quad. “I need to go to London, Abbie. Whatever happens, it will be a great opportunity for me. Can I be honest?” MC stops walking then looks at her. Abbie nods, offering a sincere smile. “Aside from I need to go, I also really want to.” MC look down at her feet for a few seconds before speaking again. “I was so afraid, Abbie. I still am. Kaitlyn won the Battle of the Bands and gain a lot of attention, Zack have professor Vasquez’s old house to work on, you and Tyler are doing an amazing job on that game project, James got an offer from a publishing house, Zig is being so hardworking balancing his academics and the dance, Becca has Law School and Chris… Chris has his community organization. He has One Hundred Degrees. And now he has Nightingales back.” MC pause for a while, waiting for Abbie to get mad. What she just said sounds so bitter to her ears but Abbie just put a hand on her back. “I’m afraid, Abbie.” With tears in eyes, she finally admits the truth. “I know you guys often say I accomplished a lot at my age but look at me!” MC gestures to herself to emphasize her point. “I’m the only one in the group who don’t know what to do and where to go after graduation. And n-now… now that I finally have something to look forward to, something I actually want to do, all of this happened.” MC sobs softly and wipes her face with the sleeves of her blouse.

“I love Chris, Abbie. I do but I need to do this.” MC gives Abbie a glance hoping to find understanding in her eyes and she did not disappoint. “I know, MC. I know. But you know what else I do know? I know that Chris also loves you so much. We all know it, MC. And trust me, it may look like he didn’t care but he does.”

MC spends the rest of the day settling everything she needs before she goes to London. She makes an appointment with her professors to discuss things and let them know that even if she is going to be away for a while, she wouldn’t get left behind. After a long day, there’s only one thing left to do. Go back to their apartment and get all the necessary things. MC softly curse under her breath realizing she only brought some clothes when she left. So now, she has to go back to get her IDs, passport and some notes. If she’s ready to face him again, she didn’t know.

Chris

After a tiring training, Chris calls it a day and go home. Walking towards their apartment, Chris fishes the keys in his jean pocket but stops abruptly when he sees someone waiting by the door. The figure was sitting on the floor, head down and hugging the knees. It’s MC. Chris hurriedly walks towards her. He crouches down to her level and contemplates what to do, in a perfect world where they are still together, he would open the door first then lift her in his arms and they would come in together. Seeing her in the same position is not foreign to Chris. MC forgot her keys multiple times before and when he sees her like this, that’s what he always does.

Chris misses her. He longs for her and while he would like to admire her for some time, he also notices that she’s quivering, he gently touches her elbow and MC slowly lifts her head.

MC

MC is delighted with the sight of him. It’s only been a day but she miss how he’s the first thing she’ll see when she wakes up. She wants to hug him but the ache in her heart is stronger than that feeling now. “Hey, I’m sorry. I-I…”

Chris

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s your home too.” Chris says trying to calm her. For now, all he wants is for her to feel safe around him again. “I need to get something important. I left my keys yesterday.” she admits sheepishly. He gives her a small smile then say “I know.” He opens the door then the two of them walk inside. Chris walks ahead dropping his keys on the counter.

MC

MC smiles when she sees Rookie running towards them. The puppy runs past Chris then jump on her. She rubs his fur laughing. “I miss you too, Rookie! Were you a good boy? Yes, you’re my good boy!” even with her eyes down on Rookie, MC can feel Chris eyes are on her.

Chris

“God, I miss her so much.” Chris whispers to himself. He thought of crossing the room, settling to her side then giving her a kiss but he would be an asshole if he does that so he remains watching them. Seeing her now, back in their living room and playing with Rookie gives him joy. He couldn’t even remember how he convinced himself to skip the coffee shop and missed a chance to feel her presence. But Chris is looking up. She’s here with him after all. Now, he has the opportunity to right his wrongs.

[mhalachai]

sneak peak at opening of Chapter 9 of Child of the Wolf

I’m so close to getting the last chapter of Child of the Wolf done. I am aiming for a Sunday release date. The chapter is going to be 23,000 words and that is not even a typo..

So I wanted to share the first 2,000 words or so. 

Stiles awoke in a panic when something touched his cheek. He flailed in the darkness, trying to get away, trying to remember where he was, trying to think.

“Stiles!” whispered a familiar voice. The hand moved to the back of his head. “Knock it off!”

“Oh, Derek,” Stiles whimpered, going limp with relief. He was in his room at home, with Dad here and Allison in the guest room down the hall, and he was so tired. “You asshole, why did you wake me up?” He couldn’t see Derek, but he could feel Derek’s body heat through the thin blanket, could smell that Derek smell, leather and his stupid aftershave and something deeper that was wolf. “How did you get in here?”

“Through the window,” Derek said, softer than a whisper.

“Okay, but why?” Stiles sat up. Derek’s hand fell away from his head. Stiles was a little disconcerted by how much he missed the contact. “It’s…” He looked at the clock’s soft red glow. “Three in the morning? What’s wrong with you?”

“Allison told Scott how badly hurt you were,” Derek said. He sounded… awkward? No, Derek was never awkward around Stiles. Irritated and annoyed and more than occasionally frustrated, but awkward? “I had to…”

“Sneak into my bedroom at three AM to molest my sleeping body?” Stiles asked incredulously. “Jesus, Derek, I know it’s been a messed up day, but you could have waited until sunrise.”

Stiles groped in the darkness until his hand touched a jean-covered thigh. Taking it as a good sign that Derek didn’t bite him, he slumped against Derek’s side. Derek let out a low, rumbling breath.

“I’m fine,” Stiles said after a minute. “I’ll live. Just a few stitches.”

“You shouldn’t have been out there alone,” Derek said. “I should have known it was a trap, should have—”

“What?” Stiles asked. He poked Derek in the knee. “Been there with us? You’d have been dead in minutes. Those Hunters were really fucked up.”

Silence emanated from Derek’s part of the darkness.

“None of us had a clue about what was really going on,” Stiles continued. “Not you, not me, and not, as much as it pains me to say it, Peter.”

More silence, just some light breathing tickling Stiles’ neck.

“We made it through,” Stiles said. “Me and Allison and Lydia.”

“Allison told Scott that you killed one of the Hunters.”

Stiles sat bolt upright. “I did not!” he hissed. “I ducked in case anyone started shooting and Dupont tripped over my feet! It’s not my fault he was standing too close to that stupid tree stump!”

“Shh!” Derek grabbed Stiles’ shirt. Stiles bared his teeth at Derek, though not even a werewolf could see in this dark. “I was going to say you did a good job, but never mind.”

“Asshole,” Stiles muttered again. He leaned against Derek as Derek smoothed the shirt flat over Stiles’ back. “I… hey. Wait. What else did Allison tell Scott?”

Derek’s hand slid to Stiles’ shoulder, where it stayed. It was nice, actually, having physical contact without fear of pain. Even if it was Derek Hale, and even if Stiles had had dreams that started in somewhat the same way. “Something about not really being an Argent. And then Scott wouldn’t tell me anymore and that I should come talk to you.”

Stiles rubbed his eyes. “I’m sure he didn’t mean at three in the morning.”

Derek shook Stiles.

“Fine, fine.” Briefly, or at least as briefly as he could, Stiles told Derek what happened during Chris Argent’s interrogation.

“What,” was Derek’s only response at the revelation that Allison Argent was really the daughter of a werewolf named Clara Vasquez and Tony Stark of Iron Man fame.

“I know, right?” Indignation and anger stirred in Stiles’ chest as he remembered how Tony had treated Allison at the station. “And so later we’re in the station, and in flies Iron Man, and he was a total dick. Natasha tells him that his kid isn’t dead, he looks at Allison like he’s seen a ghost, then he bounces. Who even does that?���

“Forget about Stark, he’s human,” Derek said dismissively. “Allison is a Vasquez?”

“She’s human,” Stiles replied, confused. “Is that a problem? Do you need to do some sort of pack thing?”

Derek’s hand left Stiles shoulder. In the darkness, Stiles could feel Derek hunching over. “It means we’re probably going to have a visit soon from someone I’d prefer not be familiar with my pack,” Derek said, voice muffled like his hands were over his face.

“Are we in danger?”

“I don’t know.”

Stiles nudged Derek’s arm. “Is Allison in danger?”

A long sigh. “I don’t know about danger,” he finally said. “But the Vasquez pack, they’re like werewolf royalty. If they show up and cause problems…”

“Beacon Hills is our territory,” Stiles said. He poked Derek again. “They don’t have any standing here. It’s our town.”

“What if they try to take Allison?”

A visceral chill ran through Stiles. “Would they?”

“I don’t know,” Derek muttered. There was quiet for a minute. “If I found out that one of the girls survived the fire, Cora or Julia, and someone stole them away… I don’t know what I’d do to get them back.”

Stiles’ mouth was dry. “Who are they? Cora and Julia?”

The silence was longer this time. “My little sisters,” Derek eventually said. “Cora was your age. Julia was four when… when the fire…”

Stiles felt sick to his stomach. He groped in the dark for Derek’s hand. Derek let Stiles link their fingers together. “Did I know Cora?”

“Probably not. Mom was homeschooling her,” Derek said. He ran his thumb over the back of Stiles hand. “That’s why she was home when…”

“When.” Stiles could practically smell Derek’s pain. Eleven people had been trapped in the Hale house when Kate Argent set it on fire, and only Peter survived. If one had a loose interpretation of survival.

“So I get how it could go,” Derek said, completely miserable. “But if anyone wants to come for Allison like that, I need to make sure she’s safe, and everyone else is safe.”

“I didn’t think you liked Allison all that much.” It came out before Stiles could think.

“It’s more the last name than the first name that put me off,” Derek said. He was starting to sound more like himself, which was reassuring. Stiles wouldn’t know what to do with a weepy Derek Hale.

“Besides,” Stiles said, trying to move the subject away from Derek’s horrifically murdered family, “If anyone comes for Allison, they’ll have Scott to deal with, and Scott’s not exactly the kind of guy who does his thinking with his brain when it comes to Allison.”

“Stiles.”

“I meant his emotions, you jerk, not his dick—”

The creak in the hall was loud enough to reach even human ears. Stiles sat still, heart in his throat. Maybe Allison had woken up and was trying to find the bathroom. Maybe…

The knob on the bedroom door turned with its characteristic click. Derek pulled his hand out of Stiles’ and vanished, leaving a cold emptiness behind.

The door swung open. Stiles could see Dad, dimly illuminated by the small Elmo light night that had burned in the hall every night since Stiles was four.

The only upside Stiles could think of was that it was too dark for Dad to see the alpha werewolf lurking somewhere in the room.

“Stiles,” Dad said.

Stiles blinked, thought about pretending he was sleeping sitting up, then gave in to his fate. “Dad.”

“I heard voices.”

“Oh. I, uh. I was talking to Scott.”

“Your phone’s still at the station.”

Shit. “I must have been dreaming that I was talking to Scott.”

“Uh huh.” There was a pause. “Son, if I turn on the light, am I going to find anyone else in this room?”

“What? No, of course not!” Stiles protested. “Dad, it’s three in the morning!”

Dad just looked at him.

Then Derek goddamn Hale said, “Maybe.”

Stiles wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like.

Dad switched on the overhead light. Derek had moved himself over to the desk and sat lounging in Stiles’ computer chair like he and Stiles had been having a perfectly innocent chat. Never mind that it was three in the morning. Or that Stiles was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, bare legs tangled up in his Batman sheets.

Dad and Derek looked at each other for the most excruciating moment of Stiles’ life. Then Dad said, “How did you get in? I’ve been downstairs all night.”

Stiles tried to ignore his life flashing before his eyes.

Derek’s chin was up, like he was facing down another alpha. “The window was open.”

Dad looked at Derek for another long moment, then glanced towards Stiles. Stiles blinked and tried to look both innocent and awake. “You climbed in through Stiles’ window,” Dad repeated.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see how Stiles was doing.”

“How Stiles was doing.” Again with the repetition, and again with the eye contact. “So you climbed into my son’s bedroom at three in the morning instead of waiting until morning to knock on the door.”

“Looks like it,” Derek agreed.

What was even going on? “Dad, it’s no big deal,” Stiles protested. “Like you said, my phone’s at the station. Derek was just…” He trailed off, because he knew that there was no version of Derek was worried that would make this okay with Dad. Derek was worried because he sent Stiles and Allison and Lydia up into an ambush? Derek was worried because Stiles was a dumbass human and he wanted to rub his grubby little werewolf paws over Stiles to make sure Stiles wasn’t hurt?

“Yeah, I can see that Derek was just,” Dad said.

Down the hall came the sound of footsteps. “Is everything all right?” Allison asked, arriving to peek over Dad’s shoulder. “Oh, hi Derek.”

Stiles glared at Allison. She hadn’t even sounded surprised to see Derek in Stiles’ bedroom at three in the morning, and that was just one more nail in the coffin of whatever Dad was going to do to him.

“Allison,” Derek said. “You doing okay?”

“I guess,” Allison said. She looked at Stiles. “So, I should go…” She made a vague gestured. “Away.”

She scampered. Stiles resisted the urge to throw a pillow in her general direction.

“Derek, I think it’s time for you to leave,” Dad said. He let go of the door. Stiles tensed, in case Dad was going to do something stupid like, what, grab Derek by the back of the neck? But Dad only stepped into the hall. “And next time you feel the need to visit my son, you use the front door.”

“Yes sir.” There was a level of defiance in Derek’s tone, in the tilt of his head.

Dad turned to Stiles. “You should come downstairs,” he said. It was not phrased as a suggestion. “Since both you and Allison are up, we should have hot chocolate.”

“Sure, Dad, I’ll be right down.”

For a few heartbeats, no one moved. Then Dad walked down the hall, his eyes on Derek until the last possible second.

Stiles slumped down. “Oh jesus,” he moaned. “What the hell was that?”

Derek turned the chair in Stiles’ direction. “What?”

“You could have hid in the closet! Why did you tell my dad you were here?”

Derek rested his elbows on his knees, a bemused expression on his face. “Would that have been better? The sheriff finding someone hiding in his seventeen-year-old son’s closet?”

Stiles rolled over to bury his face in his pillow.

A creak, a footstep, then Derek’s hand was on the nape of Stiles’ neck. At the pressure, some of the tension fell away from Stiles. “Get better,” Derek whispered in his good ear. “And let me know if you see any strange werewolves lurking in town.”

“Fine,” Stiles said into the mattress.

Derek ruffled Stiles’ hair, then moved back. Stiles sat up in enough time to see Derek disappearing out of the window. Then quiet.

Holy shit, what was his life.

Stiles lay still for a few minutes, contemplating lapsing into a coma. Then he got up to find pants.

more soon!

[maxattack-powell]

Quit Playing Games

***This is an original/stand alone built to fall between TF 1-4 and 1-5 (1-4a) in my masterlist***

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman and The Sophomore stories. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed for my adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices The Freshman… and then I found this awesome group of people and their works - I’ve loved it all, very much so. Deciding that I wanted more interaction than the options allowed, I’ve gone through the first book, chapter by chapter (omg painfully slow) to follow the story (95-99% I’d say) and add to it as I felt would benefit.

Basically, I wanted to include certain things that weren’t really full fic size worthy, adding to the story. However, I did add some full size fic moments also… some are included in cannon chapters, some are their own full chapters in between. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their freshman year… with more angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail. So, if you like that pairing then you’ll be satisfied, otherwise sorry James & Kaitlyn fans lol. I even added some parts from Chris’s POV, so that we have a chance to see what he’s thinking, knowing what she experienced.

There will be ADULT and/or NSFW moments in certain chapters - this is a warning lol. I will try my best to make it obvious as it occurs…

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

~MC~

MC heads home from her visit with Vasquez, feeling relief for the first time in 24 hours. She sighs as she reaches for the suite door. “I need sleep… I hope the others are getting some too.”

She smiles as she enters quietly, seeing Kaitlyn crashed on the couch. There is pure silence throughout the suite. She tiptoes towards her friend and pulls the blanket from the back of the couch, covering Kaitlyn before creeping down the hallway to her room. She doesn’t even change her clothes before she collapses on the bed face first.

A few hours later she wakes up to some shuffling in the suite. She sits up and stretches as she yawns. Finally realizing she had slept in her clothes she grabs a pair of jeans, a worn band tee, a towel and other necessities before entering the hall. She sees Zack and Tyler in the living room, unaware of her entrance, focused on a video game. Kaitlyn was there too, laughing and cheering for whoever was currently winning.

MC assumes Abbie and Chris are still in their rooms and slips into the vacant bathroom for a quick shower. After getting dressed, she heads back to her room to fix her hair and makeup. When she reenters the living room she sees that everyone has emerged and looks mostly rested.

Chris looks up from his spot at the table and smiles at her. “So… you get to stay, right?”

Everyone looks at her then, thick anticipation filling the room. She lets out a huge breath of air and smiles. “Yes.”

They all cheer and show their excitement in different ways. Zack and Kaitlyn grab each other and jump around the room whooping. Abbie and Tyler look at each other and grin, then blush, then break eye contact. And Chris, he’s still looking at MC, his eyes locked to hers as his smile grows. “Good.”

MC visibly relaxes. “Thanks you guys. I can’t believe you stayed up with me all night. It was miserable and insane… and I love you for it. Let me know when you need anything. I owe you.”

Tyler looks at her immediately, very serious. “I actually need something right now.” His stomach growls so loud no one can miss it.

Chris starts laughing. “Man, I’m glad you said something, ‘cause I was about to if you didn’t.” He rubs his stomach lovingly, clearly ready for some nourishment.

Zack separates from Kaitlyn and walks to the center of the room, splitting the friends. “Yes, food. This is a great idea. We can familiarize ourselves with the campus too while we’re at it. Any objections?”

No one says a word as they quickly get up to put on shoes, grab their things and head to the door. Tyler and Zack lead the way, followed by Abbie and Kaitlyn, each pair talking about different things as they make their way towards their dinner options on campus.

Chris and MC end up walking together, bringing up the rear of their hungry pack. They remain silent for a while before Chris finally cuts in. “I’m really glad you’re going to stay.” He says quietly, just for her ears.

MC smiles but doesn’t turn to him, keeping her focus forward. “Me too.”

He clears his throat. “So, what are you going to have to do to keep Vasquez happy? Please tell me it won’t always be something like last night.” He stretches at the thought of it, clearly still tired from the exhausting effort.

She recalls the professors next request, wanting detailed information about what life is like as a college football player. “Uh, well… he’s making me research different student positions at Hartfeld. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to pull it off yet.”

With both of his hands in his jean pockets, he lightly bumps her with his elbow, causing her to sway slightly. “You’ve got this.”

She playfully bumps him back, but unlike when he did it, she just runs into solid muscle, his form unwavering. She tries again, this time obviously shoving him, but still receives no results. Her nose scrunches up in determination as he begins to chuckle at her, clearly amused by her attempts to disrupt his stride.

“Seriously?! What are you, a wall?” She puts all of her strength into the next one, leaning into his side and pushing with all of her might. This time she actually manages to disturb his balance and cause him to take a step or two off of the path.

She huffs triumphantly as his frame shakes, his entire body full of mirth. “Hey, hey, hey… Calm down there woman.”

MC playfully sticks her tongue out at him as he winks at her, both catching up with the other as they reach the cafeteria doors.

Everyone takes their turn picking out their meal before heading to one of the larger tables near the windows. They each sit down without much thought on who sits where, eager to begin eating. They discuss their classes starting in the morning. The conversation a mixture of excitement, worry and uncertainty from each of them as they compare schedules.

MC, Zack and Tyler realize they have one class together as a group. Kaitlyn finds that she shares one each with Abbie, Zack and MC. Chris learns that he has one with Zack, and another with MC, causing them both to smile at the realization. Everyone agrees that it’s nice to have at least one class with someone they know, hoping it would be less awkward, possibly even useful for future homework and projects.

Sitting on opposite ends of the table, as they were the only seats left when they joined their friends, Chris and MC share glances but little else as everyone converses. He occasionally looks up at her from across the trays, and holds her gaze until someone interrupts one of them with their conversations.

The group stays like this for a while, enjoying each others company and learning more about one another while their food digests. After an hour or so they begin to clean up and head back outside. This time Zack and Kaitlyn take the lead, both fully reenergized from dinner. Abbie and Tyler walk together next, closer than before, making MC smile.

Chris notices her smile as he matches her speed. “What’s the smile for?”

She nods to the two in front of them with a grin.

“Ah. You and Zack are enjoying this aren’t you?” He laughs quietly.

“Maybe. They are cute.” She whispers.

“I’ve seen cuter.” He simply states, smirking as she turns to him questioningly.

“Have you now…” She begins, but is cut off as Zack yells at them.

“Guys! They have more games set up in the quad! Must be the last hoorah since classes start tomorrow.”

“I challenge you to Giant Jenga, Zack!” Tyler takes off at a sprint as Zack races to catch up.

Abbie just laughs and goes to watch them as Kaitlyn spots a water balloon dodgeball game about to start. She turns to MC and Chris, her eyes huge. “Oh. My. God. We have to do this.”

MC looks at Chris and turns back to Kaitlyn. “Against Chris?!”

He laughs, assuming he could probably take out most of the people playing. “Wait a minute, what makes you think I would do any better?”

MC turns to him and scoffs. “Oh, like you wouldn’t annihilate everyone with that arm.” She pokes his right bicep.

“Hey, water balloons are not like footballs…” He shrugs.

Kaitlyn interrupts. “Ah, who cares! Lets see what happens… we might all be on the same team anyway.”

The three of them join the forming group and are assigned teams. MC’s worst nightmare comes true. Chris was now the enemy.

Similar to regular dodgeball, the center line had multiple tubs filled with water balloons. There were also some backup tubs around the back of both sides. The whistle blows and most of the students rush forward, grabbing ammo from the center tubs. Some hang back on both sides, quickly grabbing some from the other tubs, ready for the attack.

Kaitlyn rushes forward with a battle cry as MC laughs, running next to her. She looks up to focus on the tub in front of her and sees Chris heading to the same one, his eyes glued to hers as he gives her a mischievous grin.

“Oh no you don’t quarterback!” She yells at him as they both reach the tub, grabbing a balloon in each hand. They both immediately stand and wrench back their right arms, playfully glaring at each other in a stalemate.

They stand there frozen for a moment as the carnage continues next to them. Balloons are bursting everywhere, soaking people’s clothes as they yell and cheer, grabbing more balloons.

MC sees the glint in his eyes and she narrows hers. “Dont. You. Dare.”

“Don’t what?” He wings a balloon at her, causing her to jump to the side quickly.

“Chris!” She gasps.

“You dodged it. You’re fiiiiine.” He laughs.

MC glares at him then, holding his gaze.

Suddenly Kaitlyn appears in full warrior mode, catapulting a balloon at Chris. He easily dodges and throws his remaining balloon back at her, hitting her across the collarbone, soaking part of her chest instantly. Kaitlyn screeches and laughs at the same time, reaching for another balloon from the next tub over as he does from the closer one.

MC takes the opportunity to throw her second balloon at him, believing he is distracted, creating an easy target. He still manages to dodge it and grabs two more balloons from the tub, launching them both at her as he slips under her attack.

Both balloons make contact; one crushing into her hip, the other on her shoulder, soaking her across the front. She squeals at the abrupt cold as the water invades her clothes, causing Chris to fold over with laughter.

She and Kaitlyn grab at the wet spots on their clothes and shake their heads, almost in unison, as the game comes to an end.

MC realizes Chris doesn’t have a wet spot on him wrinkles her nose at him. He just grins back and walks over to the closest tub, finding a single remaining green balloon. After he picks it up he walks over to her, his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, you were right. That wasn’t fair.” He flashes her a ridiculous smile. “Here. Do with it what you will.” He hands her the balloon and takes a step back, raising his arms out to his sides, waiting for impact.

MC snorts and closes the gap between them, reaching her arms across his shoulders and around his neck. He raises his eyebrow at her, confused by her actions. She smiles sweetly at him as she closes her hands around his neck, placing them both on the balloon.

Chris smiles at her, like he did on the roof the first night, just before she digs her fingers into the balloon, rupturing it. The cold liquid explodes down his neck and back, causing him to jerk back and yell, his eyes going wide. “Whoa!“

Its MC’s turn to fall over laughing. Kaitlyn joins in, trying to hold herself up as well. Both clearly amused with his reaction.

“Ah, okay. You got me.” He joins in with their amusement as he reaches for MC’s hand, helping her back up. He holds her hand for a moment longer than needed after she stands, MC glad for the warm contact.

The three of them make their way back to the Giant Jenga game to see how their friends were doing. Abbie was chewing on her nails as she watched Tyler pull out another piece, causing the very unstable tower to shake. They continue like that for a few more rounds as the others dry off in the evening sun.

Just as the sun disappears, casting the first shadows across campus, Zack screams. “Noooo!”

The blocks become very unstable, causing the entire tower to collapse, scattering blocks everywhere.

Tyler high fives Abbie as the win becomes clear. “Yeah! I told you not to pull from that spot Zack!”

Zack hisses at him and pouts over his loss. Everyone pitches in and resets the game for the next group that wants to play before moving on to check out other activities.

They find a game of Glow In The Dark Capture The Flag and decide to join. This time they split up with Tyler, Zack and MC on the blue team and Kaitlyn, Abbie and Chris on the red team. Joining other students on each team, each player activates then puts on two glow bracelets in their team color. The ‘flags’ were 5 glow sticks of the same color tied together, making it easy to spot in the dark as the sun had finally set.

Each group takes their side and the game begins. Right away many students were captured and put in the opposing teams ‘jail’ on the sidelines. MC hears her teammates scuffling in the dark, unsure who was still out with her. She hears Tyler let out a startled yell, clearly being caught by the enemy. MC creeps around as quietly and quickly as she can, trying to hide behind bushes and trees, to make her bracelets less noticeable in the dark.

She makes her way to the enemies jail and finds Tyler, as well as Zack inside at this point. They both gesture for her to hurry and let them out, which she does after checking around for enemy players. Specifically Chris, as she had yet to run across him, and that concerned her. As her teammates flee back to their side to reset their new life, she continues towards the red flag, hiding behind more bushes as she gets closer.

MC waits for a moment, studying the flags location from her current hiding place, sensing that something wasn’t right. It was quiet. Too quiet. She continues to wait as players from both teams are fighting in the middle field.

After a few minutes in the same spot, she narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath before making a move. She launches out of her hiding spot, heading straight for the red flag. She snatches it off of the tree and takes a sharp turn towards the blue side of the field. MC feels victorious, but only momentarily, as her momentum is completely stopped a second later.

Her feet come off the ground as a pair of warm muscular arms wrap around her waist, lifting her against an equally warm muscular chest. She yelps at the breathtaking contact as her body is held firmly against his.

“You thought I was going to let you get away with my flag?” He says in a low, almost husky voice, his lips close to her ear. She shudders as his warm breath travels across her neck.

She lets out a huff of air, her body going lip in his hands, knowing she’s been defeated. He chuckles as she relaxes in his arms, moving his face closer to her neck, breathing in her smells in the dark. She gasps, relishing in the contact.

A red team player runs by them, clutching the blue flag in her hand, quickly crossing the goal line. MC doesn’t notice until Chris grins against her neck, lowering her to the ground. She turns to him, finding his eyes in the dark, the tangle of glow sticks lighting their faces just enough.

“You win. Again.” She jokingly grumbles, shoving the red ‘flag’ into his hands.

He tosses it aside and grabs her face with both hands, crushing his lips into hers. She opens her mouth to suck in a startled breath at the contact, and he takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue inside for a moment, tasting her. It doesn’t last long, but it was enough to make her toes tingle.

He pulls back and grins at her. “Spoils of war.”

She tries to glare at him but it comes out as a humorous pout, as she playfully pinches at his side, causing him to yelp and jump away from her. “Hey! That’s against the rules!”

“Show me where!” She takes off after him as he makes a break for it. She eventually cuts him off and catches up with him, jumping on his back as if she was going for a piggyback ride.

He laughs and runs his arms under her knees to hold her up, leaving her wrapped around him as they find the rest of their roommates. MC sighs as his warmth soaks into her body from his broad back.

After helping clean up and saying bye to new friends, the group heads back to their suite, now tired from the exhausting, but entertaining evening. Tyler and Zack stay up for a little while longer to finish their game from earlier as the others go to bed, having classes bright and early in the morning.

MC is the last to go to her room as she spends a few minutes checking her schedule for the morning. As she approaches her door she notices a faint red glow on the handle. It was one of the bracelets from the capture the flag game. She smiles and looks at her own wrists, both still wearing her fading blue bracelets. She tugs one off and loops it over the handle on the door across from hers, Chris’s door.

She quickly grabs the red one on before slipping inside her room and heading to the night stand. She takes off her remaining bracelet and runs it through the red, locking them together in a small chain, before hanging it on her nightstand lamp. She changes into a tank and comfy pair of shorts before crawling into bed. MC sighs and reaches to turn off the light, laying back on her pillow with a smile as she stares at the glowing chain for a few moments, before sleep finally overtakes her.