#we never got those two to meet but I'll be *damned* if I won't try and give myself and others the closest approximation possible via edits

[greenleaf4stuff]

Adar x Celebrimbor Edit

(screenshots via cap-that.com) (my other trop edits)

This is actually another edit that just came to be because I was trying things out, BUT I also have an idea for a fic and this could very well be an edit I could use as an 'illustration' of that fic actually. Since the idea would include a scene where Adar and Celebrimbor are across the battlefield from each other during the siege of Eregion.

(That being said, due to how I had to crop Celebrimbor's pic, this could depict a lot of other things/scenes as well. Celebrimbor might be in Adar's camp and arguing, or Adar could be directly in front of Eregion looking up at Celebrimbor for example.)

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP.3

CW: Same as before.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 2

FUN FACT: You were just about to remove your unbelievable amount of jewelry and go to sleep when the dark carriage appeared in the middle of your room.

You didn't notice because you were busy tryna reach for your bangles but then you were suddenly yanked by the hair into the carriage where you quickly lost consciousness from the strong sleeping magic inside. That horse got no chill, wtf..

This is one of those times where you need to channel out your inner Belphegor.

Be loveably infuriatingly bratty and murderous at the same time.

Turns out, you were yanked by the hair and shoved into the carriage by that creepy looking horse because you were "chosen" by the dark mirror to attend their oh-so-prestigious college. (Move out the way Harry Potter, there's a new chosen one in town—)

So you decided to stress these fuckers into bringing you back to where their unhinged horse first took you.

You don't have to be a genius to know that if any of the brothers notice your disappearance, there can either be a war or a bloodbath. It's either one of those things or both of them.

So as you were freed and guided in front of the mirror by the bird-man who you've come to find out was the headmaster of this oh-so-grand college that you've never even heard of.. you side-eye the Mr. Boutta-sell-yo-kidneys guy that tried to take your bangles before you faced the mirror.

'...Hmm? Who's this?' You think, as you look at the person half-hiding behind the mirror.

They seemed to be quite nervous as they gave you a small wave, earning them a smile from you.

The headmaster seemed to be confused about them for a second but quickly remembered something as they called upon that person.

It seems that Yuu, quite a confusing name they've got also desires to be sent back to their home as they said they had responsibilities they must fulfill.

Nice.

Twinning with your problems fr.

It's like you two looked at each other and something just clicked.

Like, Omg we're both kidnapped by a school filled with hot men and forced to be their unpaid therapists, Slay gurly~ 💅🏼 sry it's your inner asmo talking.

You decide to let Yuu be the first to face the mirror so that they'll get home first.

Ah, aren't you so kind and patient?

You don't know anything about that mirror, so it's best that you let someone else have a go first to see if it's safe.

Sorry Yuu, we may have clicked but I don't know if I can trust any of you right now.

It's too risky.

If we ever meet again, I'll treat you to a meal in hell's kitchen as compensation.

Thank Belphie for my trust issues.

...

...Huh.. The place that Yuu belongs to "doesn't exist"?

What a strange response... This damn mirror better not give you the same words lest it wants to be melted out of existence via hellfire.

You can see the dudes behind y'all who turned out to be the housewardens of the dorms of this school start whispering to each other like some nosy aunties on a regular sunday morning.

You gave reassuring pats on Yuu's shoulder after they went back beside you, getting a shaky smile in return.

"I'm sure that it'll be okay.. Their dark carriage took you so it must have the capabilities to take you back, right?" You whispered to Yuu, trying to keep them from panicking as you notice their breaths starting to quicken.

"People in distress are prone to being exploited and manipulated by others. Breathe slowly and calm your mind." You lean closer to their ear, rubbing small circles on their back.

Panicking won't help anyone. You had to learn that from experience. Now you just want to make sure that Yuu doesn't have to.

You may be alright with using this new acquaintance of yours to verify the safety of the mirror, but you won't stand by and watch them expose their vulnerability to a group of people that haven't really made a show of good morals they might possess.

As the headmaster guy started going on a rant about how "tHiS hAvE nEvEr hApPenEd bEfoRe" you keep an eye on the five housewardens dudes, seeing as those guys were eyeing you and Yuu lmao💀 like they were looking at some weird... thing.

Except for the shady mf who's looking straight at you with his weird-ass smile.

Really giving you the impulse to sock him in the face again.

(Oh, and also that tablet that kept taking pictures of you thinking that they were slick when you can hear the click every time a pic was taken.)

The headmaster then guided you to the mirror, mumbling pleas for the reflective object to work properly.

"I... I seem to be unable to reach the place that you call home.."

The mirror spoke, troubled and seemingly confused.

Yuu peeks at your face, before paling and trying to get closer to comfort you the way that you did for them, only to full on try to tackle you when you bring out your staff to try and break the damned thing.

If you can't bring me home then maybe I can take your power and do it myself.

MEANWHILE...

"There are traces of what seems to be teleportation magic as well as a smidgen of sleeping magic mixed in, on center of MC's room."

Solomon stated, glancing at the people sitting around the big oval table inside Diavolo's castle.

If anyone else saw the attendance in this little meeting of theirs, they'd have a heart attack.

I mean, when will you ever see representatives of the celestial realm mingling with those of the devildom, the human world and the grim reaper in such a serious manner?

You'd think there's an intergalactic threat on the loose if you ever see their expressions..

But that's the thing.

You weren't there to see them.

That's the problem.

Someone or something took you away from them.

Those connected to you via pact can still feel your emotions and connections through your pact marks but nothing more.

At this rate, they worry that you're too far to reach because they couldn't get to you through their pacts. Where could you be?

The only reassurance they have that you're fine, is your candle in Thirteen's hands.

The last string of reason they have that is keeping them from drowning in their grief and anger.

The burning flame of your candle gave them comfort and fueled their determination to bring you back into their arms.

Don't worry MC, we'll bring you back.

No matter what it takes.

← Pr. 2 | Chapter List | Pr. 4 →

I'm tryna sketch my MC, but it's taking a long-ass time.

Elae: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter y'all😊

Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog guys, it really helps me out :3

See y'all next time~

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[relia-robot-writes]

Lone Wolf 3

Mechanized Chassis Pilot Handbook 242.9: Do not attempt to enter the cockpit except by the cockpit doors. Failure to do so can lead to damage to pilot or mech.

"Corporal Stormcrow!" Finn walked in on the mech-eye-level catwalk and waved at me. The rain outside had slowed to a light drizzle, but most everyone else was out on patrol at the moment. I raised a hand in greeting.

This time, however, she wasn't alone. A young recruit, pilot suit still freshly printed, followed at her side. "Told you I'd bring the new kid around. Kid, this is Corporal Stormcrow. Corporal Stormcrow, this is Provisional Pilot Kayla."

The kid smiled and waved at me. "Pleasure to meet you, Corporal!"

"Hm." I said, leaning against the wall and folding my arms with a slight scrape of metal on metal.

The kid looked at Finn for guidance. I wasn't exactly impressed with her so far. She was small, even for a pilot, and looked like she'd snap in half at the first hard acceleration. She had a scruff of blonde hair shaved on one side to show off the implant, like it was a piece of jewelry instead of a lifesaving tool. And she never seemed to stop moving, always tapping or wiggling or doing something weird with her mouth. I narrowed my optics at her, and she just smiled at me, a big toothy grin. With every tooth accounted for, too - not a brawler, like...

Well.

Finn cleared her throat. "Neurolink test went pretty good, so I figured I'd bring her around to pay her respects. We're still working out the details of what, exactly, she's going to pilot."

I'd had that shouting match with the commander already, this time in her office via telepresence, for slightly more privacy than the mech bay. But, walls are thin, and internal firewalls are thinner; I think everyone on base knew how I felt about things now. Except, maybe, the kid. I searched Finn's face for answers, but none were forthcoming.

"Anyway, I gotta go take a piss. You two hang out here and get to know each other, okay?" She left without waiting for me to object, waving with one hand as she walked away.

"Great, babysitting duty," I groused. I looked back to see the kid getting on one of the lifts going down, staring at my welded-shut chest. "And where are you going?"

"So it's true," she mused. "You really *don't* want a pilot, huh?"

"Particularly not some fresh-out-the-academy greenhorn like you." I shouldered myself off the wall and drew myself up to my full height as she left the lift, trying to radiate an aura of 'fuck off, already'.

It didn't take. "Sure, that makes sense," she said distractedly, walking all the way around me. "You've got senority after all. Wow, you really sealed yourself up good, huh?"

"Damn right. Nobody's getting in. Are we done here?"

"Aw, how am I supposed to get to know you if you won't open up?" She stuck her tongue out and grinned again at her own joke.

"You aren't," I growled. "Go back to the academy and find some other mech to bother."

"Hmm," said the kid. "Well, you know, I've been reading up on older models like you-"

"Older models?!"

"-and I actually discovered an interesting little tidbit." She moved over to my foot, and swung open a maintenance panel.

"What are you doing," I said. "Hatch won't open that way either, kid."

She looked up at me. "Who said anything about a hatch?"

Before I could do anything, she dove headfirst into the panel and had wriggled through the wiring behind it. Internal alerts fired through my whole leg. "Hey! Get out of there! That's a crush hazard!"

The alerts continued up my thigh, through my torso, and up towards- "No! Stop! Get out of there, right now!!"

I saw her head poke its way into cockpit cam's views. I projected my voice through those speakers. "I'll fucking eject you, you little shit."

"Yeah, that'll work really well with the cockpit welded shut."

"You can't do anything from there anyway, the controls are all locked down." I made a rude gesture on all the pilot monitor screens.

The kid wiggled her way through the wall and popped out ass-over-teakettle in Abagail's seat. I searched for a weld cutter.

"You know," she said settling into Abagail's spot while my gears ground about it, "I've found that you can tell a lot about a pilot from their cockpit."

"I'm going to throw you across the base when I pull you out of there," I warned her.

"Hm," she said. "Was Abagail taller than I am?"

"Yes. Now-"

"That'll do it." She adjusted herself so she was sitting on her own foot, raising her sightline an inch or two. "Yeah, that's better."

She started looking around. I started cutting.

"See, look, this monitor here was for the internal systems. Nice and close, so she could keep an eye on it. But that one way over there is barely visible - what is that, comms? So either she was a real lone wolf type, or she trusted you to handle that stuff."

I kept cutting. "Abagail and I trusted each other for a lot of things."

She nodded, like the sound of grinding didn't even matter to her. "I can tell." She wiggled the control sticks lightly, and raised her eyebrows. "Different feedback setting on each stick. She was a real in-your-face type, huh?" She pulled out the keyboard slung under the dashboard. "Sticky, but not dirty. Not much of a hacker, then." She reached towards the eject button.

"Hey, quit messing with things in there, some of those buttons fire missiles!"

"But they're all turned off right now, right?" She flipped the mollyguard on the eject button up with a click. "Ah, nice and tight. A lot of newbie pilots, they play with the eject button so much the mollyguard doesnt stay up when you flick it. The simulators were terrible for that."

"You're a newbie pilot," I groused. The cuts were nearly done.

"I'm built different," she said, almost distractedly. She flipped the mollyguard back down and settled back into the seat, reaching her arms up to the ceiling-mounted switches.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure her out."

And that was that, apparently. She kept changing positions, tongue barely poking out from her lips, reaching towards switches and almost pushing buttons right up until I finished cutting my own welds open and plucked her out of my chest. I held her up to my face and gave her my best glare.

She looked me back in the camera, and said quietly, "It seems like the bond the two of you had was really special. I'm sorry for your loss."

I did not want to have this conversation.

Fortunately, at that moment Finn walked back in. I held the kid up by the scruff of her pilot suit and put her back on the catwalk. "Your absolute gremlin of a pilot swam up my fucking leg to get into my cockpit."

"Huh." Finn scratched her cheek. "How the hell'd you traverse the hip joint?"

The kid responded by promptly dislocating both her shoulders and her collarbone. "I got some leftover catgirl genes from mom's augments. I can get into any space big enough to fit my head in."

Finn and I both looked at her with alarm. "Okay, new rule, kid: don't ever do that again."

"Which part?" she said, popping her joints back in place. "Dislocating my shoulders, or climbing in through the leg?"

"The shoulder thing," Finn said, at the same time I was saying, "The leg thing." We looked at each other.

The kid beamed. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

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[cookieswithay]

"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!

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• Ichigo's pov!

• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."

• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."

• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.

• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.

• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."

• "No way, that's horrible."

• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.

• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)

• "Oh no,"

• One of the girls griped.

• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."

• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?

• "Um, are you okay?"

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• Orihime's pov

• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.

• "Should I get the nurse...?"

• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?

• "Hi!"

• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)

• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"

• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.

• "The details are on here."

• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?

• "Ah-em."

• Huh?

• "Yes?"

• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.

• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"

• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.

• "Good, I'll be there."

• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-

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• Ichigo's pov

• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?

• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.

• "Orihime-"

• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.

• "Ah-em."

• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.

• "So, I'll see you after school?"

• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.

• Rinnnnng!

• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.

• "Um, bye."

• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?

• "Bye!"

• "See you after school!"

• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.

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• A few hours later

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• Orihime's pov

• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."

• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.

• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."

• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)

• "Men are nice,"

• She said, leaning on the table.

• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."

• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.

• "Come here, tell me all about it."

• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!

• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"

• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."

• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.

• "Rangiku, stop it!"

• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!

• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"

• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.

• "Oh shit..."

• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-

• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.

• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)

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• Ichigo's pov

• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.

• "Um...is this a bad time-"

• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.

• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"

• "Don't mess this up!"

• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.

• "Please ladies, continue,"

• "We don't mind."

• The older girl snickered.

• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."

• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.

• "Ouch!"

• I shot up.

• "Knock it off!"

• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.

• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"

• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.

• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."

• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?

• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"

• "You're adorable."

• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.

• "Who're you anyway?"

• Yeah, I'm done being polite.

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• Orihime's pov

• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."

• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.

• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"

• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?

• "You two have fun,"

• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)

• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"

• The brown haired guy looked horrified.

• "You're a total hottie, but-"

• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)

• "Bye bye, you too~!"

• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.

• "I'm sorry about my friends."

• ...He's apologizing too?

• "No, no, it's my fault!"

• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."

• He turned red and shook his head.

• "It's fine, really."

• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.

• "Wanna draw cats with me?"

• He looked surprised, but smiled.

• "Why not?"

• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!

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• Ichigo's pov

• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.

• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.

• "Do you hear that?"

• "Hear what?"

• I said way too casually.

• "Just listen."

• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?

• Mew.

• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.

• "It's there!"

• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)

• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.

• "I think I can grab it from here."

• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.

• "Orihime!"

• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.

• "Lemme get the cat."

• Good excuse!

• "I'm taller."

• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.

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• Orihime's pov

• "Let's make a plan."

• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...

• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"

• "Okay!"

• I can do that!

• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)

• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!

• "Good luck!"

• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!

• A little more running later...

• "Mr. Shunsui!"

• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.

• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."

• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.

• "Slow down, miss Inoue."

• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)

• "I'm not going anywhere."

• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.

• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"

• "A cat?"

• I nodded quickly.

• "On the 3rd floor too!"

• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.

• "Oh boy."

• "Let's go find the kitty."

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• Ichigo's pov

• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.

• "Come here..."

• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.

• "Fall right here,"

• I said, in my softest voice.

• "You're gonna be okay..."

• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.

• Suddenly, my foot slipped.

• Am I falling out the window!?

• Yes I am.

• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!

• "Ichigo!"

• My leg was caught. I looked up.

• "Orihime?"

• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.

• "You're gonna be okay!"

• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?

• "I gotcha kid."

• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)

• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.

• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!

🧡

• Orihime's pov

• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"

• The cat.

• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"

• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)

• "There it is!"

• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.

• "Is this yours?"

• He called up. I shook my head.

• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"

• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.

• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"

• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.

• "Good job, we saved a cat."

• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.

• "Good job."

• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.

• "So, can I become a member?"

• Huh?

• "Of course!"

• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"

• He looked over at me.

• "And cause your a nice guy!"

• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.

• "Agreed?"

• I smiled.

• "Agreed!"

• We shook hands.

• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."

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• "Orihime,''

• (We're putting the stuff away.)

• "Yeah?"

• "How come you suddenly know my name?"

• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.

• "The cat you drew earlier!"

• "You signed it."

• Ah, she saw it!?

• "That's great."

• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.

• "It's going on your nametag!"

• Huh!?

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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!

Little tag list: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @ichihimelover1503 @takibikaen @usoppsstar

[final-girl96]

Broke World: Chapter Thirty-Two

Daryl was coming out of the woods carrying a couple squirrels when I finally made it to his tent. “The hell do ya want?” He grumbled. I sighed and walked closer to him. He sat down on a log he set up in front of the small fire he made and started to dress the squirrels. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.” He scoffed, not looking up at me. “Like you fucking care.” I rolled my eyes letting a scuff out myself. “Of course I fucking, Daryl! Jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you seriously still pissed at me after all these years?”

He didn't say anything, just continued to gut the squirrel in his hand. “Look, Daryl, I have always cared about you. I've thought about you over the years. Thought about what you've been up to and how you were doing. Wouldn't you say that us finding each other at the end of the world is maybe fate?” Daryl laughed, like actually laughed. “No such thing as fate. This ain't no damn Fairy tale. Now leave me the hell alone!” I felt the burning of tears form behind my eyes so I turned around and went back down to the house. Fuck him.

When I got back down to the house Glenn and Rick were packing up Carol's Cherokee. “What's going on?” I asked. Glenn turned to look at me. “Hershel disappeared. We're going into town to get him,” he said. I nodded my head, “I'll come with you guys. Just in case,” I said. Rick nodded, “Yeah, alright. Go get your stuff.” I jogged over to my tent, grabbed an extra magazine for my gun, grabbed my backpack and stuffed a couple bottles of water into it, checking to make sure my first aid kit was still inside.

I opened the front pocket to shove a couple protein bars inside, because you never know what might happen, and saw my badge. I pulled it out and looked at the pendant I had slipped onto the chain I used for my badge. The necklace Daryl had gotten me all those years ago had gotten broken when I was trying to take a suspect down. I was lucky that I found the small pendant. I had slipped it on the chain so it laid behind the badge. I figured it would be safer that way. And then that way It was always with me. I put it back in the pocket with the protein bars, zipped it, and quickly went back to the car and got into the back seat.

It only took about twenty minutes to get into town. It was one of those towns where everyone knows everyone and their business, or at least used to. We parked outside the bar that Maggie said Hershel used to go to when he had a drinking problem back in the day. We got out of the car and headed for the doors to the bar. Hershel sat inside on a stool at the bar, glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. “Maggie send you?” He asked without looking at who it was. “She's just worried is all,” Rick told him.

Rick tried to talk to Hershel; to get him to come back to the farm. He was having a hard time with the whole figuring out that people weren't just sick. He blamed himself for Beth, which I haven't mentioned. Beth collapsed earlier from being in such shock over what had happened at the barn. Hershel still didn't move even after Rick told him what had happened. He asked if Maggie was with her and that was it.

After being there for about ten minutes, two men walked in. One of them was a big fat dude who looked me up and down with a smirk as soon as his eyes landed on me. Dave and Tony, Tony is the fat creep that won't stop looking at my tits. “I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet some new people,” Glenn said, smiling.

“Rick Grimes.”

”How about you, pal?” Tony asked Hershel. “Have one?” He asked, nodding towards the liquor. “I just quit, “ Hershel said. “You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend.” Hershel made eye contact with him. None of us were too trusting of the two strangers. “His name's Hershel. He lost people today, a lot of them,” Glenn said. “I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends,and to our dead, may they be in a better place,” Tony said. He looked over at me next and smiled. “How about you, doll? What's your name?” I stared at him for a few long minutes debating if I really wanted to give him my name. “Yn.”

He smiled and looked me up and down. I wanted to crawl out of my fucking skin at this point. He noticed Rick staring at him and he looked down. “Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop,” Dave said, picking up the pistol he had set on the table. “I'm a cop and so is she,” Rick told him. “I'm Technically a detective but whatever,” I mumbled. Dave nodded his head, not letting his smile drop. “This one was already dead.”

“You fellas are a long way from Philadelphia,” Hershel said, changing the subject. “It feels like we're a long way from anywhere,” Dave said. Well, what drove you south?” I asked. His eyes flicked over to me. “Well, I can tell you it wasn't the weather. I must've dropped 30 pounds in sweat alone down here.” Tony scoffed, “I wish.”

“No, first it was D.C. I heard there

might be some kind of refugee camp,but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways,

into the sticks, keep hauling ass. Every group we came across had a new rumor about a way out of this thing. One guy told us there was the Coast Guard sitting in the gulf, sending ferries to the islands. The latest was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country in Kansas, Nebraska.”

“Nebraska?” Glenn asked. “Low population, lots of guns,” Dave cleared up. “Kind of makes sense,” Glenn said. “Ever been to Nebraska, kid? There's a reason they call 'em fly-over states. How about you guys?”

“Fort Benning, eventually,” Rick said.

“I hate to piss in your cornflakes, Officer, but we ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. He said the place was overrun by lamebrains,” Dave told us. Glenn looked surprised and disappointed. “Wait, Fort Benning is gone? Are you for real?”

“Sadly, I am. The ugly truth is there is no way out of this mess. Just keep going from one pipe dream to the next, praying one of these mindless freaks doesn't grab a hold of you when you sleep.” Tony then chipped in his two cents. “If you sleep.” Dave nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?” He asked. The four of us didn't say anything, just looked at him until Rick finally said, “Not really.”

[666writingcafe]

The Carnival (Part Two)

"Oooh! Hey you two, look!" Number Two exclaims from within MC's arms, pointing at one of the many carnival games on the boardwalk. Upon closer examination, it looks like a standard ring toss game. All sorts of stuffed animals are attached to the top of the booth, including a creature that I've never seen before.

"What are those?" I ask, gesturing towards the animal in question.

"Those are zombie iguanas," the demon running the game answers. "They're one of the hottest items in the Devildom right now. As you can see, they're cute and disgusting at the same time."

"I want one!" Number Two pipes up. "Can you guys win me one? Pretty please?"

"How much does the game cost?" MC asks. The demon looks over at MC and smiles.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the human that has the Avatars of Sin in a chokehold. It is a honor to finally meet you." The game attendant extends his hand out, and MC awkwardly shakes it. "You're quite famous in these parts."

"Is that good or bad?" The demon chuckles.

"Depends on who you ask. Personally, I find it amusing." He pauses. "Tell you what: I'll give you and your friend there a free play. It's not like this carnival's hurting for money." MC looks over at me, and I shrug.

"Why not?" I tell them. Number Two claps its hands in excitement as MC receives three rings from the demon.

"Any particular place I need to stand?" they ask.

"Where you are is fine," the game attendant answers. Taking a deep breath, MC begins playing the game.

The first ring misses the bottles completely. The second ends up falling between two bottles. The third almost ends up around the winning bottle but ends up bouncing off it at the last second.

"A good try," the demon comforts once MC's out of rings. Passing Number Two off to MC, I step forward and receive my rings.

I'm fully aware that these carnival games are usually rigged against the player. However, for reasons that are still beyond me, I'm extremely good at them. It's gotten to the point where I---or rather, Christopher Peugeot---am banned from certain carnivals in the human world because I've been accused of cheating. The irony is not lost on me, but it's not something to make a big deal out of.

Needless to say, I'm only slightly surprised when the first ring I toss lands perfectly around the winning bottle.

"I'll be damned," the demon running the ring toss says, looking at me in astonishment. "You're the only individual that's won on the first toss." He quickly pulls down two zombie iguanas.

"This one's for the little guy," he explains as he hands an iguana to Number Two. "And this one's on me."

"Thanks," I respond, taking the second iguana from the game attendant.

۞۞۞

"I have a confession to make," Number Two announces. The three of us are currently sitting on a bench, enjoying ice cream cones that MC got with their voucher.

"Is it that you don't know where the casino is?" MC asks.

"I mean, yes, but neither do Mr. Lucifer and Lord Diavolo. No, I'm talking about the zombie iguanas."

"What about them?"

"The main reason that they're one of the hottest items right now isn't because of their appearance."

"Oh?"

"Rumor has it that a box of them got hit with a spell on their way to the carnival."

"What kind of spell?"

"They say that if you have one of the special iguanas, and you hold hands with someone that you really like, then you won't be able to let go until the spell's been lifted." Number Two looks over at me, and I nervously swallow. MC doesn't respond for a moment as they appear to be putting together the pieces.

"I'll be right back," they say, getting up and walking away from us.

"Are you okay?" Number Two asks once MC's out of earshot.

"I fear that we may have upset MC." Regret flashes in the little one's eyes.

"I'm sorry," it whispers. "I was just trying to help you. I wasn't lying about the iguana."

"I know." I sigh. "It's just that I---"

"Simeon." MC's returned, and they have a small bottle full of dark purple liquid that almost appears black.

"Is that what I think it is?" Number Two asks, referring to the drink. MC nods their head, causing the little demon to wink at me.

"Am I missing something?"

"Context," MC answers bluntly. "This drink contains a truth serum that I'm told works on both angels and demons."

"I assume you got it for me, then?"

"I did. Set the iguana down." Once my iguana is sitting next to Number Two, MC hands me the drink.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, but I figured it would help you tell me whatever it is you're holding back from me."

"They're giving you an opening," Number Two whispers.

"I know." Unscrewing the top, I bring the bottle to my lips and tilt my head back. Once it's empty, I toss it in a nearby trashcan. MC sits down next to me and grabs my iguana from Number Two.

"The person that gave me the drink told me that the serum should kick in right away," they tell me. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions to confirm."

"Okay," I whisper.

"What is your name?"

"Simeon."

"Your pen name?"

"Christopher Peugeot."

"What is your relationship with Luke?"

"I am his legal guardian."

"How do you feel about Solomon?"

"He's a pest."

"That was harsh," Number Two notes. "Don't you live with him?

"I do. He does an okay job looking after Luke when I'm not around, but between his cooking and his ego, I really can't stand him. At least half the problems he has would be solved if he didn't feel the need to egg other people on."

"Well, you certainly had me fooled," MC responds. "I thought you two were close."

"So does he."

"Good to know. Pick up the iguana." Once I have my iguana back, MC softly smiles. "Are you hoping that your iguana is one of the ones that got hit with that spell?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I desperately want to hold your hand." The soft smile turns into a grin.

"Your wish is my command." With that, MC grabs my hand and laces their fingers between mine. "Now, try to let go."

I can lift my fingers up, but to actually separate my hand from MC's proves to be impossible.

"Aren't the brothers going to be upset that I'm holding your hand?" I ask.

"We'll just blame it on the iguana." MC turns their attention to Number Two. "Using your best judgement, where do you think this casino would be?"

"It'd have to be in a rather big building," the little demon replies. "We could try the haunted house."

"Sounds like a plan."

[targetacquiredfirstvolume]

CHAPTER 2 - “Couple Therapy Time”

So I lied. Asano and I are, well-

He grabs my wrist and pulls it over my head. Together.

I feel his other hand grab my other wrist and pin my wrists together. You know, boyfriend-girlfriend.

He uses one hand to keep my wrists in place and uses his other to hold my chin up, so now I'm actually looking straight at him. We're kind of a thing, you know?

He leans down toward me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. As he pulls away from me, I sigh, longing for hundreds more. Luckily for me, Principal Asano has a school board meeting, so I'll have plenty of time for... bonding.

His lips then graze against my neck. I gasp. Damn it, he knows how sensitive my body is, but he always does this.

He lets my wrists free with one hand and uses his other to grab my waist. I place my hands on his shoulders to hold myself steady.

He begins to move farther down from my neck, nipping at my skin. He's getting close to my chest. We've never gotten this far before! What comes next? Babies? Oh, man, this is-

Knock, knock!

"Asano," someone calls out from the doors of the classroom Asano and I are in. It's Ren. "I got the copies of those theater try-out posters Megumi wanted. Where should I put them?"

Asano draws away me. "Son of a bitch," he mutters, grabbing his tie from a desk. He ties it aggressively. He glances back at me while I button my shirt up. He tosses my tie to me, smirking. I catch it and attempt to tie it around my neck.

"Give me a second," Asano calls out to Ren. He moves over to me and crouches down to help me tie my tie. "There," he whispers as he gives me a kiss on my forehead.

We both walk over to the classroom door. He turns the light on and slides open the door, revealing Ren, who's clutching what looks like at least a hundred posters.

"Thanks," I tell Ren, while grabbing the posters. He looks puzzled about something.

"Here," Asano says. "Let me help you." He takes the posters from my hands and walks away to set them on a desk. Thank god, there were like a million posters there. I asked Ren to print ten.

"You know," Ren starts as Asano flips through the posters, checking them. "Health was pretty interesting today."

I yawn. Oh, great, he's babbling again. "Cool," I respond.

"Making out gives you like a crazy amount of serotonin," Ren adds, smiling at me. "Especially if you almost get caught." Shit.

Asano drops the posters and stares blankly at Ren.

"Uh," I stutter out. "You're not serious, right?"

"Hmm?" Ren asks. "I just thought that it would be useful advice to you two."

I trail off. Why do I have to be so bad at lying?

"You got us," Asano says. Well, he recovers fast! "Megumi and I were making out in here."

"No, we weren't!" I squeal.

Ren rolls his eyes and walks out of the room.

I grab a few of the posters, avoiding eye contact with Asano, but he firmly grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. 

"Leave the talking to me next time," he orders.

I scoff, "Who are you to command me all of a sudden?"

"Your boyfriend."

"You won't be for much longer if you keep being a dick."

He laughs, "You know that you can't call that shot."

"I can do whatever I please, asshole," I respond while backing away from his grasp.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me so close to him that his mouth is next to my ear. His voice suddenly changes to a serious tone as he coldly states, "I control you, and you need to understand that and stop fighting back. I can ruin you with a snap of my finger."

"Asano?" Ren's voice calls out from the hallway. Asano draws back from me, smiles, and whispers, "Keep that in mind, my pet." He then walks out of the classroom doors, leaving me shaken. 'Date Gakushu Asano,' they said. 'You guys would be so cute together,' they said. Cute together, my ass!

~

"You really think I would be good at acting?" Okuda asks me. I've been discussing the theater try-outs with my classmates.

"I know you could!" I tell her. I could do so much with her and the others!

"Thank you, Yanagisa!" she exclaims.

"Call me Megumi," I say before turning to leave the classroom.

It's been about a day since Asano and I got into an argument, and we've been avoiding each other since. I think his father may have noticed.

The intercom turns on with a beep and dismisses us. Before it turns off, I hear the principal add, "May Megumi Yanagisa report to the principal's office by 3:45?" Yup, he noticed. Shit.

Some of the classmates, including Korosensei, make an obvious "Ooh," sound. I roll my eyes and  continue to leave the classroom, but before I can leave, Karma asks, "What's it like doing it in the principal's office?"

I can feel my face flush up.

"Shut up, Karma," I shout before storming out of the room.

~

"What?" I yell. "Couple therapy?"

Mr. Asano nods his head. That sick bastard! Trying to get Gakushu to open up is impossible!

"Whose idea was this anyway?" Asano demands. He's standing next to me in front of the principal's desk. 

Mr. Asano chuckles to himself and says, "Megumi's teacher, actually."

"What the hell?!" I exclaim. I can feel my fists clenching up.

"So who's our therapist?" Asano asks. He's hiding it, but I can tell that he's pissed off.

"Megumi's teacher," Mr. Asano laughs, obviously amused with our predicament.

"I don't believe this!" I choke out. Damn octopus! "I'm not going if he's our therapist!"

Mr. Asano clears his throat and asserts, "If you two don't get your shit together soon, it'll only get worse, so I suggest that you both go to that therapy session this afternoon. You are dismissed."

Asano and I leave without a word and walk silently next to one another in the main building hallways. He's staring ahead while I'm staring down. After we reach the bottom of the mountain that the E-Class building is on, he clears his throat.

"Listen," he begins quietly. "If we want to get out of this therapy bullshit, we'll have to work together."

I look up and see his avoiding eye contact with me. I admit it, he looks kind-of cute when he's shy. "I agree. Maybe we could get Koro-" I stop myself. Asano looks expectantly at me. I continue, "I mean, my teacher, to leave during the therapy session. Like, scare him away."

Asano nods, and we both go silent for a moment. I didn't realize this before, but we've moved towards each other slightly. In fact, we're so class that our hands are brushing against one another every other step we take. I give up on being mad at him!

I poke his hand with my index finger playfully. He smiles and pokes me back. Our fingers intertwine and-

Click!

We look up to see Nakamura standing in front of us with her phone pointed towards us. She grins maliciously as she snaps a few more photos. She turns around and runs towards another student who I recognize as Karma. Great, just what we needed.

Asano seems confused and he simply looks ahead, speechless. I groan and drag him towards the E-Class building. I forgot to warn Asano about Nakamura and Karma being spawns of the devil.

"Don't worry about her," I tell Asano as we walk towards the classroom. When we reach the pathway to the entrance, our hands separate.

~

"Come on in," Korosensei calls from the teacher's lounge. Asano and I walk in to see Korosensei in a really shitty disguise.

"What the hell are you wearing?!" I yell at him. "You really couldn't afford a better dis-"

"-Guise?" Asano asks me.

"Yeah," I reply nonchalantly. Wait, what I am saying?! He's not supposed to find out about this! "Actually, no! I was talking about something else!"

Asano stares at me; he seems to be trying to figure something out. He smiles smugly at me. He must have figured it out! I'm screwed!

Korosensei clears his throat and says in a very serious voice, "I believe you both know why you're at this session." I can't take him serious right now!

I walk in front of Asano and sit down across from Korosensei, and Asano follows.

Korosensei's eyes dart from Asano and I. Maybe he's trying to decide what to say next?

"You really suck at this, sensei," I say after at least a minute of awkward eye contact.

"WHAT?!" Korosensei shouts out. His eyes are watering and he starts sniffing. "I'm trying my best, you know! It's not my fault you two are the most intimidating teenagers I've ever met!"

Asano glances at me, and we both nod. The plan is in motion!

"I mean," he begins. "If this whole therapist thing is too much for you, that's alright, sir."

Korosensei wipes his eyes with a tissue and asks, "Really?"

Asano smiles and nonchalantly answers, "Yeah, I'll just get my dad to duck your pay."

Korosensei begins to sob louder than before. That's my cue!

"Damn it, Gakushu! What's your problem?" I yell at Asano. Korosensei sniffs and looks up at us.

Asano slams his hands on the desk and stands up. He laughs like a psycho and shouts back at me, "Really? I'm the problem? That's rich!"

I stand up for the grand finale and drop the bomb, "That's it! We're through, asshole!"

Korosensei faints, and I mean literally falls unconscious! He springs back up and zooms out of the classroom, slamming the door on his way. 

I turn over to Asano and grin. Yet another star performance! He smiles back, sighs, and falls into a heap on the floor. I sit down as well.

We both sit in silence for what feels like eternity. All I can think about is how much I love him.

"You know," Asano says quietly. "Hearing you say those words may have been the scariest thing I've ever heard."

He looks over and smiles possibly the most sincere smile I've ever seen on him. I can feel his cold, purple eyes burn into my heart. Damn it, I really have fallen victim to the Venus flytrap that is Gakushu Asano.

I can't resist any longer, so I lunge over onto him and press my lips against his. He stumbles back slightly but steadies himself. I feel his hand hold onto my head. I place my hands on his shoulder to ready myself. Our lips part, but after a moment, I decide to change things up.

I begin to kiss his neck, which definitely surprises him. His breathing becomes unsteady as he attempts to hold some dominance over me. Good luck, I've been waiting a whole day for this!

"Megumi, I-" he gasps. Looks like I finally got the upper hand after a year of this bullshit.

I draw away from him and take a minute to both collect myself and study my boyfriend. His face is the reddest I've ever seen it and... shit! I wore lipstick today.

Asano's neck is covered with light red marks. I attempt to rub off some of it but to no avail.

I get ready to stand up when-

Click!

Are you kidding me?!

I look past Asano to see not only Nakamura but Karma peering into the window with their phones poised and ready to snap photos. I flip them off as I stand up; they just snicker and dart off.

I help Asano to his feet. Guess he's still a little shaken up. We walk out of the classroom together, fingers locked together.

~

"You both seriously planned for this?!" I say, shocked. Turns out that this whole therapy bullshit was all an act to get Asano and I back on good terms!

"Yes, and it..." Mr. Asano replies, pausing to look at his son. "...quite obviously worked."

Of course it did; when do your plots not work, principal? Don't worry, though, you don't scare me... much. I'm not backing out of this game of chess yet!

Just you wait, A-Class!

[profane-or-pragmatic]

The Devil You Know (Snippet) Pt 20

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Insanity is always an option. It won't save you, but you won't comprehend what's happening to you before it no longer matters.

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I don't suppose I'll live to be old. Even if I never make The Mistake. The stress and tension of constantly maneuvering and calculating and being alert to all things is clearly not good for the body. I imagine that there is a finite supply of energy we are designed to expend. We are biological engines but no machinist exists to repair our worn out parts.

I honestly don't think much on the matter in general. You have to survive today before you can have tomorrow. Damn. I'm doing it again. My apologies. The philosopher in me is deviously persistent.

In that long, torpid summer I recalibrated my precautions and expectations. I hadn't yet been given the target I'd originally been contacted over and still all the parameters had shifted. Personally I don't recommend playing two sides in a situation such as mine, but it was threat assessmen tied to the balance of risk to reward.

Arden Rauch was worth the risk because the man had a mastery. If he could manipulate his brother so cleanly while playing the longest of games, he was God-tier. His ability to fully shift in and out of multiple personas was as spectacular as it was dangerous and terrifying. Being in his presence was educational. I saw things I would otherwise never have had a chance to witness.

If the man had been born Mattaturian he'd have nine wives and the White Feathers. And no I'm not explaining that.

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"Wings, brother, you should be crowned." Said Quincy Meadowfather on a night punished by severe thunderstorms and power outages. Quincy was...odd. "Money fears your presence. It's safe in no pocket when you're around."

"I only take what others don't deserve." I replied and was slightly insulted by his phrasing. Which made me sound like a thief. "Money makes money but it doesn't care who for. If I give better advice to some it's not my fault when others listen to fools."

"Binford can't understand how you knew that deal would break." Quincy said and twitched as though he were bug bit. "I don't educate idiots though. Say, what are your plans now? My sister is in town. You remember her, right?"

I didn't. But still said "Sure. Of course."

"She's free. And she has a thing for Turs." He said without apparently realizing that Turs is an ethnic slur. Or maybe he didn't care. "She loves kaysco. You got some of that, she's yours for the weekend!"

"I appreciate the offer, but I've got a midnight meeting." I said and gave him a fine, almost brilliant, false smile. "Money never sleeps so I don't either."

Even without my commitments I wouldn't have taken that offer. I try not to be shallow, but my mind had already decided that Quincy's sister couldn't possibly be of any interest because a) she was HIS sister and thus blood, and b) I had apparently already met her. And if I couldn't remember her, she couldn't be much to look at.

Then again, nobody should have to explain why they aren't attracted to, or interested in, somebody else. Excuses come instinctively though. As an outsider and lowly Other I am expected to appreciate and be eager for the attention or desire of a "normal citizen". I should feel honored.

If you didn't just nod in agreement over that you are a hypocrite. The world has never bothered to pretend to care, so why should you?

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Norris Atchinson is the type of man whose name I wouldn't mention if he were still alive. He was a Void. Yes. Those people exist. No conscience, moral, ethics, human emotion. No way to twist or use him. However, to be clear, a lack of morals and ethics doesn't mean an absence of honor. For a Void word is bond, and a Deal is sacrosanct. The Void are like a definitely more terrifying version of a Mattaturian. They have a code. The trick is in figuring out the nature and extent of each individual's code.

I knew Norris. He knew me enough to treat me under his code. I had no idea how many people he'd killed, and he didn't either. He wasn't an assassin. He was just one of these people for whom killing was something done if necessary and whilch carried no stigma or pride of achievement.

"Everything dies. How why and when, what does it matter? Dead is dead." I heard him tell a client of mine. That was something he meant. He may have been as close to a solipsist as anyone I've met. Nothing held importance if it wasn't of immediate concern to him.

"Grendelson has been using that aeroplane. You were right." He told me later that night. He was my midnight meeting that I'd mentioned to Quince. "The pilot is a convicted human trafficker. I can't determine who was paid to get him released from prison. Two lawyers and a lower ranked judge involved in the case are dead. Normal reasons though. Nothing indicating influence."

"The pilot isn't a talker." I said, and that was a statement, not a question. The pilot wasn't going to betray his employer. That would be suicide. "Can you do me a favor and get the flight logs and airfield journals?"

"Sure. That's simple." Norris said and I wasn't surprised that he hadn't already done it because why would he? I hadn't asked for it. "Whoever is trying to buy your name is being very careful. Almost overly cautious. Feels like fear."

He didn't have to tell me to keep that in the front of my mind. He knew I wasn't stupid. He didn't have to tell me to be careful myself. I'll assume that you don't perhaps understand what we both did.

Fear can make people do stupid things. Rationality can be silenced if a person is afraid enough. There is no defined balancing point. Each person differs and the less experience they have with fear, the more likely they are to make poor decisions. Because I have people I care about those decisions endanger more than just me. My actions can have consequences for others who shouldn't ever have to suffer for my deeds.

I am not a solipsist. Considering the world I see, I'm quite sure of that.

.

[sonicasura]

No Such Thing as Too Many Cats (2/2)

Joker: Alright everyone we did all the requests and mapped out a bit more of Mementos, let's call it for today.

It had been a long day for the thieves as they had gathered quite a number of viable requests for stealing others distorted desires. It had taken a good couple of hours but they stole all the desires and had gotten some good treasure and experience for their trouble.

Skull: Ah thank God, I didn't expect that these requests would take so long.

Fox: Well while it was tiring are troubles won't go unrewarded, hopefully all those people exprience there change of heart soon.

Mona who along with DQ and Farosh are tending to the Thieves wounds and exhaustion speaks up.

Mona: Ya Fox is right, we helped a whole lot of people and got a slew of treasures for our noble deeds. We all deserve a job well done... even you Skull.

Skull: I'll ignore that comment

Queen: Hehe... my first outing as an offical Phantom Thief, I never would have imagined I would be fighting shadows and stealing peoples hearts... it's sorta surreal.

Panther: Yup I felt the same way too, when I started being a Phantom Thief. You will get used to it... eventually.

DQ: Exactly it's not the simplest thing to get used to but, it will feel as normal as walking * finshes healing Skulls shoulder* there that should do it.

Skull: Thanks for the patch up

DQ: No problem now is there anyone else that...

* BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

That caused everyone to freeze and tense up... until DQ took out the source of the noise their HeliPad.

Queen: Huh Oh it's just your phone... wait I thought technology didn't work in the Metaverse.

DQ: From my understanding yes, though the HeliPad was made with Technology from my world and magic, so that is why it's able to bypass the Metaverses technology restriction * fiddling with HeliPad* but what I want to know is why is it beeping, hopefully I didn't damage it that would be-

* Click*

???: Hello, Hello, Hello is this thing working?

If everyones attention wasn't focused on the HeliPad it was now

???: Gahh that Doctor and his weird devices why they have to be so damn comp-

Purrgatroyd?

That one utterance of a name from DQ changed the atmosphere of the situation and the first to speak was Fox.

Fox: Your aquainted with the person on the phone?

Before DQ could answer the voice acompanied by two other rang out

Purrgatroyd/???/???: Kiddo/ Captain/ My Friend

DQ: Mogworth!?!?! Leokid!?!?! Ho-w-w How?! How did you manage to message me?

Mogsworth: It's a long story Captain one that's better told in person

After a getting a better understanding of the three monsters location and filling in the thieves on the situtation they end up meeting at Mementos Rest Station.

There the Thieves are met with a strange sight. A large orange cat, who seemed quite portly and had an attire similar to a bandit with scars and an eyepatch. Second was an equally odd sight a smaller cat like monster whose attire looked like a mix of pirate apparel and a punk rock style with a bright mohawk and their tongue hanging out like a rockband member ( also rocking an eyepatch). The final looked the most " Normal" a small lion like monster who stood just taller than the punk rock pirate. They sported shaggy brown pants with a belt, gloves, a strap over there shoulder which gave way to a small cape, a headband, though the most eye catching thing was a shinning red dagger along with two swords that were almost bigger than the little lion strapped to their back.

Introductions were given and a explation followed. While DQ was gone, Rose, Duffer, and Eileen sought help from Dr. Helix Helix to find DQ, which led them to collect the ingredients and magical artifacts which through multiversal theroy and magical theroy that is way too complicated to explain ( Purrgatroyd's words) they made a device to try and located DQ to try and rescue them from where ever they found themselves. Unfortunately the device just dragged the three monsters who there helping Rose and others to DQ instead of telling them where DQ landed.

A compilcated and hard to sallow tale but after everything it was pretty by the numbers. Well at least DQ getting back home seemed much closer...

Now how to get these three back to Leblanc?

I just imagine them grabbing a large tarp and have the three feline monsters hidden under it. The excuse should someone ask that it was for a project nearby. I can only imagine Sojiro's face though. Lol

[the-firebird69]

We have some interest in doing this and I want to meet now everybody else is willing to stay or to leave and we end up leaving we don't know if we're staying or leaving really have to stay in some format if we stay a little longer it might help us so I'm putting forward we meet

Jason

I think we should meet we're in those areas too and nearby and new boiling off and we build really a wallet off and rebuild and would have to fast track it because they're tired of the slowness and we've done that it's actually a good idea

Bja

What happened today was ridiculous Tommy f is doing tons of the stuff and he's finally caught and he's ridiculous and he's been shooting at a friend and he was trying to do that and I'm a witness he said it too Max said it and it's more important and they actually want to bring it to court tomorrow and every time they tries it it's so despicable me annoying and frustrating and angry everyone there wants to shoot him so everybody got together and we're going after the clones there's way too many here Max are doing it too

Trump

Naturally it's illegal what they're doing but he's right we have to State it like it is what they're doing is a heinous crime it's against all of us that we won't survive if they get away with it and we need to get together and do stuff we need a certain amount alive we need to keep them in an area we need to have them be able to go down we cannot have what's going on he said it's far too dangerous that's going to force his to go take everything over

Mac

We're going to meet today too everybody said this for 6 months it's ridiculous we have to meet we have to get along with each other and decide what to do and they never do and always rolls over to us and they're always looking at us telling us the math and asking what we think and I'll be damned but there's something stupid about that and they're having us take stuff over as if they don't care and they made huge engines for what so I have some questions to them and we're going to go over it one way or the other and what he says is we have a whole bunch of giants and if worse comes to worse to get wiped out by them and that's really what's going to happen and other things false flag and more we can't let him have any of them the smaller ones are around and people have to be aware two of them are in the Appalachian chain and they're up north and he noted that there's three in the Rockies and it's hard to see their a few a few of them there there's two big ones and one smaller one so please be aware of these people are all over trying to get there and with large amounts of troops. Today about 3 trillion each ship and now there's 15 ships are looking at by the end of the day it'll be 20 possibly and 3 trillion no it'll be about 8 trillion each and they're worried and they're fighting each other but it's dangerous and we need more troops so we need our people signed on and zigzag has another test today he said that the rate that they're growing armies to fight over these by the end of the week we'll be out and so we need to get going on it and yeah on the back side

Thor Freya Olympus

[cassie-thorne]

This is why I love TS. She be making these relatable songs and my favorites too! Mind if I add some? I hc that Trystan is a BIG swiftie lol.

(in honour of SN TV)

Long Live - the whole song. Like, "And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid" I bet this is on Trystan's "Taylor Swift songs to bang in Det. Rose's office" playlist.

Sparks Fly- "'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile" in love Trystan Thorne to MC "Drop everything now" like??????? yes, Trystan's dramatic and we love it. This could work the other way around too, i mean, Trys have this sunshine smile.

I Can See You- I've said this a million times but THIS IS THEIR SONF. "And we kept everything professional, but something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like" ?????!!!!!?!?!?!?!???? now, listen, I don't know if I'm just that in love with my mc... but imagine this, Trystan to MC "I can see you in your suit and your necktie, passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight" Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell, yeah" AH-- okay, i love this bridge, hold awn "And I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission" DAMN.

Castles Crumbling- "They used to cheer when they saw my face. Now, I fear I have fallen from grace" ????? tell me that's not so Trystan Thorne. "I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart" ????!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?! "People look at me like I'm a monster. Now they're screamin' at the palace's front gates, used to chant my name" hits HARD.

(Yes i did skipped Red and 1989 bcs for me, those are Trystan's everyday songs. We love a dramatic king/queen)

(Reputation... Shall we?)

...Ready for it?- "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor" This one's for your Taylor lol❣

Don't Blame Me- religiously relatable for these two idiots. Just...Just listen, you'll get me. "Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I'll be usin' for the rest of my life" You decide.

KING OF MY HEART, yes, you got it.

So It Goes...- And all the pieces fall right into place. Getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face..So it goes"-- Book 1, chapter 13. "I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose" *screams*

(there's a LOT more, ik but let's get to Lover)

Lover- ofc, I mentioned Trystan being dramatic and we love it, we do. "My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover" ???????

Cornelia Street- Now, where is Cornelia Street again? right, New York. "I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, I'd never walk Cornelia Street again".

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince- read the title again, please. This is Trystan's SONG. Another one for "Taylor Swift songs to bang in Det. Rose's office" playlist. "It's you and me, there's nothing like this, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. We're so sad, we paint the town blue. Voted most likely to run away with you"

(There's still folklore, evermore ofc but lemme dig into those)

Trystan x MC🤝🏼Taylor Swift

Taylor swift Songs and lyrics that are Trystan and mc coded (my mc’s name is Taylor)

To all the girls you loved before- Specially the lines “your past and mine are Parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined” I don’t think I have to explain this one lol.

Begin again- I know we don’t really know if mc had a relationship with anyone before Trystan came in the picture but the lines “ I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny because he never did” meeting Trystan was her new beginning she can be herself around him and she likes that he likes her for her.

Daylight- this is more about Trystan feels about mc “ my love was as cruel as the cities I’ve lived in, everyone looked worse in the light, there are so many lines I’ve crossed unforgiven, I’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye” 🥺

I think he knows 🤭😏 “ I think he knows when we get all alone I’ll make myself at home and he’ll want me to stay” or “ he’s so obsessed with me and boy I understand” because mc is cocky she knows she’s got it going on.

King of my heart- I don’t think I have to explain this one lol. “ I’m perfectly fine I live on my own I made up my mind I’m better off being alone, we met two weeks ago now you try on calling me “baby” like trying on clothes, salute to me I’m your American queen and you move to me like I’m a Motown beat and we rule the kingdom inside my room” technically we’re in Trystans room but you get the point

Call it what you want- I feel like this could be about how they are with each other “ my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the scene loves me like I’m brand new”

Snow on the beach- “ we’re falling like snow on the beach weird but fucking beautiful”

Labyrinth- this is how mc felt when she realized she was falling for Trystan “ uh oh, I’m falling in love again, oh no I’m falling in love, I thought the plan was going down how’d you turn it right around. 🥰

[teddytommy]

🧸{{You know what, I'm going to write a self indulging fic. Why? Because I can and nobody asked for it BUT ME. Nobody knows how to write a reader that's not female so I'm going to.}}🧸

Flame to the match

[JUNKRAT X NB!READER]

Junkrat goes to ask the reader out, a bit too overexagarated about all the ideas. You don't mind listening to his infodumping at all.

Thick smells of grease, oil, and campfires spread across the break room. No doubt it had to be Junkrat. A single small lazy head turn had revealed it was in fact Junkrat, along with his big oaf of a best bodyguard friend,Roadhog. Despite appearances, their company was an absolute delight. Always had creative ideas for hangouts.

"Ahm-mate I got a question for ya!!" Junkrat couldn't help wiggling as his nerves got the best of him. Skin flush.

"What, do you need to know where the laboratory is?" You couldn't help but tease him. His reactions being so overdramatic, it was fun.

"No you bloody loon! That's the loo! I mean a different question!!!-" He huffed, pouting and waving his arms as he spoke. Turning to roadhog with a frustrated look.

Roadhog just huffed an airy chuckle. Not even bothering to answer to the gremlin of a man. It wasn't an order.

"ROADDIEE HELP ME HERE- they are doin' it again!" He ruffled through his own hair.

"....Do it yourself." Another huff, yet this time, a tired sigh.

"FOINE." He turned back to you. This time grabbing your shoulders. "You. Just listen to me- might be hard for you bein' a smartass 'n' all that-" he always needed the last word. "I wanted to know if you would like t' go t' the arcade 'n' shake out all the plushs. Without the big lug." He took one arm off of your shoulder and points his thumb back to roadhog. Gaining a grunt from the taller man. "No offense! No offense!" He laughed.

You slowly raised a brow. You three always hungout together. Never just two. Quickly you caught onto the fact he was asking you out. On a date. Very poorly at that. Really hard not to tease him about this, yet you give him mercy, flustering. "I don't see why not. I'd love that. You sure you JUST want to steal those? I'm sure you got some grand ideas."

Roadhog shook his head. Not wanting to listen to this man ramble anymore then needed. Starting to walk off.

"OI??? WHERE YA GOIN??" The shorter junker wasn't even mad he was leaving, he was just curious and nosy.

"...nunya." Roadhog flipped the other off from behind him.

"Cunt." Junkrat smirked, flipping him off as well.

He just belly laughed at that and shook his head. "Dick."

You joined in on the laughter. These two.

Junkrat then quickly turned back to you. Smiling widely with malice, as he does. You're used to this. "ALRIGHT I HAVE SOME IDEAS."

You couldn't help but exhale a laugh through your nose. "Of course, perfect. Tell me about them."

Saying that last sentence, you dug your grave for the next few hours of this man's brain working out loud. You didn't mind if it was him.

🧸🌹🧸🌹🧸🌹🧸

At this given time, 6:30pm, you were told to meet him in front of headquarters. You dressed with a nice white dress top and dress pants. Looking GNC as fuck. As soon as you headed out, you got to see Junkrat on the shared junkers motorbike. He dressed in an Hawaiian Tshirt and dress pants. The shirt being stained with explosive smoke and wearing dress shoes. Star sunglasses.

"Get in bitch, we are going shopping!!" Junkrat started wheezing.

You shook your head laughing. "Stop referencing that, I'll get motion sick before I even get on this damn thing, and it'll be YOUR fault." You got to hop into the sidecar.

"I won't even try to take responsibility for that! 'N' Nah! I'll keep referencing it, especially if it drives you up the wall." He threw you a pair of goggles. "Buckle down. We're speeding baby."

Catching the goggles and putting on the helmet you smirked right back at him. "Is there any other way?"

"You know there isn't when you're ridin' with rat! Let's go roo!" He started the Hog. "Ready?"

"Hell yes!"

[bemylord]

truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

//~~//

:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Welcome, Father...

"Tell us, demon scum." The male agent grabbed the light from the female agent, shoving it in his face, "Who do you work for? Satan?"

"How did you get to our world from the afterlife?"

"Why are youse killing humans?"

"When did you show up here?"

The damned agents finally stoped passing the lights about, giving him a moment to adjust to the situation.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch." He snapped at the humans, "First of all, we just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling fuckin' woozy, so I'm gonna request you fetch us some coffee before we get into this. I mean, everyone gets coffees in shitty movies with scenes like this, am I right? I want something iced, bitch." Looking over his shoulder, he asked his employee, "Mox?"

Raising his nose, Moxxie began, "I'll have a Neopolitan cappuccino, more cappu than cino, make sure it's got no more than four ounces of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise, and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup they always put "Foxy" or "Roxy", I hate that."

"If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto. Please use soy milk with two blond shots Affogato and Ristretto. I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom. Then, add the coffee after, then-"

"Enough!" The male agent snapped, "We aren't getting youse coffee!"

"Wow, I was getting massive douche chills just there, Mox." He told him proudly, "Congrats!"

"If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!" The female agent failed to sound threatening.

"When you say "tortured", do you mean physical or psychological?" Moxxie asked in his typical know-it-all tone, "Physical seems counterproductive; we would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you have no way of knowing what was true." He spouted at the humans.

"Or we might like it too much." He but in, "And then you got a whole new thing to deal with."

The male agent leaned down, raising a bore "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you're stupid, huh? I can work with stupid. Daddy Likey Dummy!" Blitzø taunted the agent.

"Good one sir, Daddy likey-" Moxxie sputtered, squirming in his chair.

"You better stop laughin' at us." The female agent threatened.

"Yeah! You're the ones at our mercy!" The male agent yelled at him, grabbing his collar

"It's hard to resist, I'm really sorry. I mean, considering your approach thus far, you've had us tied up here for what, hours?" Mox cut in, "And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are!" Moxxie mocked the agents like the nerd he was.

"What are you?" The female agent asked, a curious tone coming to the females voice.

"I'm a Virgo." Moxxie told her, smugness dripping from his voice.

Both Imps burst into laughter, the agents only getting more frustrated.

Just as the male agent was gonna snap at them, the door to the room suddenly swung open.

An unnatural amount 9f light poured into the room, blinding them all for a brief moment. Once there eyes adjust, they found a silhouette standing in the doorway.

They were dressed in black, looking up a distinct shine came from his eyes, the figure wearing glasses.

Walking into the room, the figure spoke, "The question isn't what they are? The question is why there here?" He spoke cryptically.

Stepping closer the male agent came to meet the stranger halfway, "Who da Hell ah' you and how'd you get in here?" The male agent demanded.

Raising his gaze the stranger wore a smile.

The agent noticeably reacted. Stumbling back "F-f-f-father Cain... W-what are you's doin here?" He sputtered.

This 'father' just smile at him, "My associates informed me you acquired two new specimens." He looked at him, "I've come to process them." He spoke menacingly.

Father cain looked over the agents shoulder, gazing at him and Moxxie. "Excellent job My child. I always knew my faith was well placed." The father told the agent, patting his shoulder.

The agent seemed taken aback, "Th-thank you Sir." He spoke, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

"Father Cain?" The female agent asked, walking up to 'father' Cain. "Last I heard you were down at some beach on Spring break."

Smiling at the pair, father cain raised a finger, "Ive no time for such hedonistic pleasures. Not while the Lords work is to be done" He said happily.

"Now" He began cheerfully "I need a table if I am to do my work." He spoke firmly, raising a medium sized doctors bag, that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The male agent snapped to attention, quickly running about before rushing into the back room.

Walking forwards, Father Cain removed his glasses, staring down at him. "My, my, my, they certainly did a good job. Quite a pair of specimens you have here." He spoke to himself.

Raising a brow, Blitzø wore a little grin. "Oh yeah? You should see my junk, now thats a specimen." He spoke in his usual cocky tone.

'Father' Cain just smiled, slowly walking around to Moxxie inspecting him as well. "And unharmed, very impressive." The 'Father' told the female agent.

A moment later, the male agent returned, awkwardly dragging in a large wooden table. Dropping it down, he gave a few deep puffs, "There ya go 'Fatha', will this do?"

'Father' Cain smiled told him, gratefully telling him "That will do perfectly, thank you my child."

Walking over, the 'Father' placed his bag down before opening it and pulling out a myriad of odd and strange objects.

There was a series of shiny items and tools. Although a small wooden case caught his attention, the Imp couldn't help but think it didn't belong.

"Hey, uh, you guys seem pretty chummy and we'd hate to be a third wheel, so we'd be happy to leave you to it." He cut in smugly, hoping to get a rise from one of them.

And that he did, the male agent trying to snap at him, only to be tempered by this 'Father' Cain

Calming down, the male agent asked, "What did you mean, when you came in Sit. That it's not "What they are, it's why there here?'"

Smiling, Father Cain patted his shoulder, "I'm glad you caught that, I always knew you were sharp."

He smoke warmly, "I said that because, simply put. I know what they are. They are Imps." He said it simply.

That actually surprised him, even Moxxie reacted, releasing the slightest gasp.

Looking over the father just had a eerie smile, clearly happy with there reaction.

Both agents looked confused, "Imps?" They asked each other.

The father released a deep sigh, "Yes, Imps. Imps are the very lowest of the low in hell, as well as the lowest of the Hellbornes, or Hellspawn, I can never seem to remember which is the proper term."

Walking over, Father Cain placed a finger under his chin, raising his head to meet his gaze. "Your responsible for the death of a two hundred and sixty three humans." He told him coldly.

"Yeah, but I wanna know is why?" The female agent asked, "If they were just killing humans for shits and giggles, why not just kill wherever and whenever?" She asked.

Nodding his head, "Because..." Father Cain stood up, "They do serve a higher demon, but not Satan."

Standing up, the 'Father' walked to his bag, pulling a yellow folder out. "They've killed hundreds, and the only thing that connects them...? Death."

There was another pause, before he spoke again, "But not there deaths. Each person they've killed has had someone directly related to there lives die in the past decade."

Walking over to the Imps, the 'Father' showed them a series of pictures. Blitzø recognised them... they were targets they'd killed.

"There not killing them for a demon lord, there killing them for other human souls. I imagine with a the ability to travel to the human world, you've turned revenge into a buisness." He said simply, tossing the pictures to the side.

Crouching down, the 'Father' stared at him coldly before asking "Who's book did you use to get here, Demon?"

Blitzø stared back at him, the Imp doing his best to keep calm. But he could tell this human was clearly more dangerous than the other two idiot 'demon hunters'.

Standing up, 'Father' Cain told the other agents coldly, "Leave us. Remove any cameras. I dont want any sort of witness."

"What?" The female agent asked aghast, "We caught these 'Imps' there our score and we'll be interrogating them." She snapped at the 'Father', only for the the father to calmly stare at her.

Before he could speak, the male agent grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of the room he spoke hastily "P-please forgive her, Sir. She doesn't fully understand the importance of your work."

The female agent put a fight, but was quickly pulled out of the room, slamming it behind him.

Now with just the three of them, 'Father' Cain removed his glasses before placing them on the table.

Stretching his neck, he removed the white collar piece at the front of his shirt, placing it in his coat pocket.

"Now" he began coldly "shall we begin the fun?"

Turning around, Blitzø decided now was a good time to speak up. "Fun, aye? What kinda fun we talkin. Shots, blow, maybe a good old fashioned threesome?" He asked, hoping to get under this 'Father' Cain's skin.

He was surprised, however, when the 'Father' just laughed, glancing over his shoulder at him.

"Your tricks won't work on me demon. I'm used to your tricks by now." He spoke happily, grabbing a small gun like object. Placing that down, he inspected a series of bottles.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Blitzø spoke up. "You clearly know more us then those dumbass agent dickwads did, so... what's your game?" He asked, trying to be serious.

The human stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, he spoke up, "I know much about you. For instance, your the other Imps boss, hence he calls you Sir." He spoke coyly, still inspecting the myriad of items he'd brought.

"I also know you've killed people on three different continants, although I wonder how many you came up to kill specifically and how many were collateral." He spoke again.

Turning around he held a small bottle, walking forwards he leaned over Blitzø "I also know you can only get to the living world if your a succubus, a demon lord, or... you have a Grimoire."

Blitzø chuckled, "What is that some kinda fish?" He asked, trying to play dumb.

The 'Father' chuckled, shaking his head, "Besides how do you know I'm not a succubus, I can hold my own in the sack." He spoke smugly.

The 'Father' stared at him, an eerie smile crossing his lips.

"You want to know how i know what you are?" He asked coldly, cold eyes sending a shiver down his spine and not in the good way.

Before he could ask what I was, the father reach forwards, ripping a hole in his pants leg. "What the fuck?!" He yelled at him, "These are my good pants!"

Not minding him, the 'Father' removed a second bottle. "This" He showed him a small blue bottle, "Is poisen to Succubus." He said simply, opening the bottle and revealing an eye dropper, dropping two little droplets on his leg.

Nothing happened, the cool liquid sliding down and observing into his pant leg. Putting the bottle away He showed the original brown bottle, "This... is for Imps." He said simply.

Opening the bottle, it revealed another eye drop, holding it over his thigh, he dropped a single drop on his leg.

This time his whole body reacted, he pulled against his bindings as he released a blood curdling screech.

It felt like someone was jamming a molten hot poker into his thigh. It went on for minutes, the Imp whining in pain. "What the fuck do you want you sick fuck?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

A small smile crossed the 'Father's' lips before he stood up and told him "I want to show you something."

Walking over to the table, he grabbed that wooden case before bringing it over to the Imps.

Crouching down besides the both of them, he told the both of them "These are my most prized possessions." He spoke warmly, running his hand across the wooden case.

"What'cha got there? Ya dildo collection?" He tried to sound smug, though the Imp was still writhing in pain.

He heard moxxie tried to laugh, but it died in his throat, the smaller Imp still terrified by his boss's earlier reaction.

Opening the case, he revealed several colourful arrow heads, each one varying in size, shape and colour.

It took a long time, the imp looking over the arrow heads before he realised, 'Those aren't arrow heads... there demon tails.'

"Fuck..." Blitzø gasped, he heard Moxxie sputter out a similar cuss, just as scared behind him.

The 'Father' on the other hand, seemed quite proud, gently trailing his fingers across the tail heads.

"These are my life's work" He spoke calmly, "I've dedicated my life to hunting demons like you." He trailed his fingers across the tails, "Most of these are from Succubus. They can come and go from my world to yours the easiest, so most of the demons we find are Succubus."

He pointed to two crimson tail tips, "But these two... these two are special."

Leaning in, he spoke gently "These two... are from Imps." The revelation seemed to bring bile into the back of Blitzøs throat.

"Jesus..." moxxie said shakily, turning his head and throwing up.

Blitzø took a deep breath, doing his best not to throw up. Looking back at the human he found him holding up a tail head.

"This one" he told him, twirling it between his fingers, "I got at a little beach city. The city getting my attention after a giant demonic fish had popped up. Sound familiar." He asked with a smirk.

"Unfortunately most of them had used there demonic charm to escaped the police before I arrived... key word being, 'most'." He told him, turning his attention back on the tail head.

"I got this one from a succubus. She hid herself as a chubby little black woman. She played dumb, just like you, and much like you she was cocky and ignorant." Placing the tail tip into the container, he said coldly, "But now..."

He left the question open, clearly trying get in there heads. The problem being... it was working.

Standing up the human didn't speak for several long moments, before he placed the case on Blitzøs lap, gently telling him "Hold this"

Blitzø's whole body froze up, a deep sickness growing in his stomach as he felt the cool wooden case on his lap.

The human walked over to the mirror Blitzø only just noticed. The human stared at it for a long moment, the silence in the room becoming palpable.

Until the silence was dashed when the 'Father' smashed his arm through the mirror, before throwing his body back smashing the male agent through the mirror and slamming him into the wall.

Looking at his slumped form, 'Father Cain turned back to the now broken mirror, finding the terrified female agent standing there.

Releasing a deep sigh, the 'father' began climbing in through the now broken double sided mirror.

"It was your doing, wasn't it?" He asked, "I said I needed no witnesses, but you always did hold him back. What a waste of potential." The 'Father' told her, before grabbing her and dragging her through the window.

Bringing her to her knees, he grasped the sides of her head.

The woman desperately clawing at his arms. The female agent releasing a desperate cry for mercy as he began crushing her head.

Blood began trailing from her eyes and nose, crying out until her head splattered between his hands, sending a splatter of bone and brain matter across his face.

Dropping her now destroyed head, he realised it, the now sludge like head hit the ground with a wet splat.

Before the 'Father' flicked his hands, looked back at the Imps, "What the fuck are you?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

The human only smiled, walking over, he gently grabbed the wooden case before walking back over and placing it on the table.

Walking over to the now collapsed male agent, he placed his foot on the side of his head. "I... am alpha and Omega." He said coldly, staring him right in the eyes before crushing the other agents head beneath his foot.

Walking back to the table, he grabbed a red cloth, wiping his face before placing on his glasses he turned to the two Imps.

"Oh Satan... Oh, Satan please, please help me" Moxxie begged, clearly losing his shit. "Please just let me see Millie one last time, I don't want to die."

Before Blitzø could snap at his limp dick employee for showing weakness, the roof began to rumble, bit suddenly gave way, Millie falling through carrying a battle axe.

"MILLIE!!!" Moxxie practically cried, tears of joy beading in his eyes.

"MOX!" Millie cried back, rushing over and getting them out of ther bindings.

Just after that Loona broke through the door, Blitzø taking a moment to tell her how proud he was to see her in the field.

Now all free and together they turned to the 'Father', finding him still very much cool and collected, the sight sending a bone chilling shiver down his spine.

"Just in time" The human spoke, seemingly happy at the outcome "Its so good to see a family reunited."

"Now I imagine one of you have my Grimoire?" He asked inspecting his fingers. "Give it to me and I'll let you leave."

Now it was Blitzøs turn to chuckle, "Nah, I don't think so." He spoke cockily, reaching into his emergency pack for a gun.

The 'Father' just chuckled again, standing up straight he snapped his finger. And like it were choreographed, dozens of suit wearing humans burst into the room.

"Gentlemen!" He addressed them "These demonic scum have killed your commanders. And they shall do it again and again and again, until you send them back to hell." He told them, stepping into the back room.

The fight after that was one of the best Blitzø had ever had, although it would have been even better if he didn't have this injured leg.

Regardless, the whole thing was so bad ass and everyone was working together so well. He even got to see his Loony kick some ass.

Firing a missle, from his over sized launcher, he cleared what was left of the agents.

He'd though that was it, there weren't anybody left to stop them.

He was wrong.

The lights to switch to red, an alarm start blaring through the facility.

They all made for the door, only for a series of doors to slam in there face, locking them in the room.

His Loony tried desperately to read the book, but couldn't see anything in the crimson light that filled the room

It was then he heard a slow clapping, all of them turning to find the 'Father' giving them a condescending clap.

"Well done, Hellspawn, Well done. You've killed all the witnesses, depleted your ammunition and now I know you can't read the Grimoire in crimson light. Well done."

Standing before them, even outnumbered and unharmed, the 'Father' seemed to hold total control of the situation.

Before he could think of something any, all the air seemed to such out of the room, demonic whispers filling the room like shadows.

"You dare threaten my Impish little plaything~" the whispers spoke.

He knew this voice, but like his friends and family, he chose not to speak, too caught up in the moment.

Screens flew off the wall, avian footprints trailed across the floor. The bodies of the dead agents rose to there feet, eyes black as they began the intricate process of drawing some demonic symbol from there own blood.

Stepping back the 'Fther' looked about, before smiling, "Finally" He whispered, pulling out a flask and began chugging it.

Shadows seemed to slither like a million black snakes crawled across the floor, disappearing at the 'Fathers' feet.

There was a long pause before the human bent over and violently projectile vomited, throwing up what seemed like gallons of black liquid from his mouth.

The vomiting stopped, the human standing back up.

The back liquid slowly pulled itself to gathering, slowly morphing into a figure.

The black tar slowly formed into feathers, limbs and fingers, a set of crimson eyes appearing in the black goo.

The figure appeared to be Stolas. But this was not the elegant demon lord of hell.

This being was a wretched, wounded animal, covered in filth.

The 'Father' just wiped his mouth, that cold gaze returning to his eyes. Stepping forwards he grabbed Stolas by the filthy collar, staring him down.

The owl demon was a sputtering mess, coughing up black liquids as he tried to breathproperly.

The owl looked up at him.

And for the very first time in wjat was likely a millennia of existence, Stolas looked Terrified.

Not scared.

Terrified.

Grabbing at the arms of the human, the Prince of Hell sputtered out, "W-what are you?"

The human stopped, looking down at the owl, leaning down and whispered, "I am the beginning... and i am the end..."

The owl just stared up at him in horror, the humans hand coming to wrap around his throat, the demon feebly attempting to break free from his grasp.

There was a long moment where the only sound in the room was the prince's pitiful wheezing, frail little cries coming from the owl as the life was squeezed out of him.

The sounds were seemingly corked by a wet smack ringing out.

Blitzø had taken one of the agents weapons, a large knife and had impaled the 'Human' through the lower stomach.

There was a long moment of silence, before the 'human' slowly turned to look at him with that same cold gaze.

Without releasing Stolas, he pulled his arm back and smacked Blitzø, sending him sliding back to his friends.

Reaching down, he grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his back without hesitation.

Nothing came from his wound, and when pulling the knife out, no blood stained it's blade.

With knife in hand, he released the owl, letting his pathetic form hit the ground, the owl desperately gasping for breath.

Leaning down, you grasped Stolas' wrist, the owl releasing a pathetic little gasp of pain, followed by a frail little whimper as the 'Human' slid the blade across his wrist.

But what came next left them all shocked.

Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he pressed his mouth down before greedily suckling the foul blood straight from his veins.

He drank down the demons fowl blood, not making a sound cept the muscles of his throat contracting to push the fowl liquid down his throat.

The demons black blood flowed down his throat. Every demon in the room just watched, to shocked to think and to fearful to do anything as you had your way with the Prince.

After a few minutes of the 'Father' drinking the demons blood, he finally released the demons wrist. The owl quickly clutching his wrist to his chest as he desperately clawing to get away from the 'human'.

The 'Father' stood there, panting as a demons black blood stained his lips.

When he finally opened his eyes, they held a Unholy glint to them.

Wiping his lips he walked forwards, calmly packing what few items had survived the fighting into his bag before Putting on his glasses and placing the small white band into his shirt collar.

Walking past the now cowering demon Prince, he leaned over and pressed one of the buttons on the dashboard, instantly the lights returned to normal.

Stepping before the group they awaited some sort of attack, or threat, what they got instead was a single phrase "Excuse me."

He said it so simply, each hellborne took a moment to make sure they'd heard correctly.

Each of them just stared for a moment before Millie spoke up, "What?"

The human raised a brow, lowering his glasses he asked again, this time his voice cold, threateningly cold, "Excuse me."

The demons awkwardly stepped to the side, giving him a clear path to walk.

Walking past them he gave them a slight nod, "Thank you."

The demons were all in shock, silently watching the 'human' walk away from them.

"That's it?" Blitzø asked before he could stop himself, quickly slamming his hands to his mouth.

The 'Father' stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, he smiled, "Kill you later." He told them playfully, lowering his glasses and giving them a wink.

He walked away, the eerie sound of his shoes on cold tile floors permanently burned into there memory.

Hey Hey, I hope you enjoyed. I really wanted to try something a bit different. I had the idea for this in my head since episode 6 came out and I just really like the idea of an unknown entity showing up with either motive or intentions clear to anyone.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, I really wanna start writing more of my own original ideas, so expect more content in the future. Bye Bye.

[honeybunnybeez]

Did you even...? (ANGST)

♡ Prisoner!c!Dream x GN!Reader, (Mention of past poly!dream team x reader)

♡ Summary: You pay an old friend a visit. You just need to get something off your chest.

This place seemed to be even creepier on the inside than on the outside and stepping foot into the prison gave you immediate chills. You look over to Sam, who strides through the hall with no issue at all. Well, that does make sense, he did build the place after all. He knew the prison like the back of his hand.

He gives you a quick glance before breaking the silence and asking,

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"If I don't do it now, I'll never do it. Might as well take advantage of the situation while it's safe, right?"

He doesn't say anything in response, and while it does leave a slightly awkward tension in the air, you think it's for the best.

After going through the countless safety measures, you finally make it to the bridge.

"Stand back, let the lava wall fall first."

You nod, feeling your chest starting to tighten up from how nervous you're feeling. As the wall falls, you can see a cell in the distance, and in that cell, a very familiar figure.

You start to feel hesitant when you see him and soon you start to rethink your decision as well.

"I-"

"Last chance, (Y/n). Do you want to do this?" Sam asks, his voice now firmer than before. "I won't be able to follow you, but just know that he won't be able to harm you in there."

You take a deep breath and remind yourself once again, now or never. Do it while he can't properly hurt you, while he can't manipulate you, while you still want to give him a piece of your mind. If you don't let it out now you'll regret never taking this chance.

"Y-yeah, I want this. I have to do this."

Sam doesn't say anything else and turns his attention to the many switches on the wall. "Stand on the bridge and hold onto the railings tight. The moment the bridge connects to the cell hop off quick."

You nod and step onto the bridge.

Upon seeing that it truly is you, Dream is quick to walk towards you but the netherite wall stops him from getting too close too soon. You were here, actually here, visiting him. He hasn't see you in ages, not since he left you three and you still look so-

"Dream?"

...you still look so lovely.

Despite his blank look, he seems dead tired and for the first time in a long while, you actually feel sympathetic towards him, but that doesn't mean you were going to go easy on him. No, it's going to take a while before you find yourself comforting him. Though, despite what you tell yourself you still have to hold back from holding him like you used to do.

As the lava falls back down, along with the netherite wall, you let yourself step over that line, approaching closer towards him and he does the same too.

"(Y/n)."

You let out a sigh, a hand covering your face as you try to get your emotions in check. So many things to say but the dull ache you feel is a reminder that you have so little time, but you do know what to start off with. With a deep breath you finally say what you've been dying to tell him,

"You absolute fucking asshole."

You can't help the venom that seep into your voice as you utter those words and Dream can feel his heart break a little as you use that tone with him. This wasn't your usual teasing insults anymore, you were furious and your voice more than shows it.

"All of this, and for what, Dream?" You ask him.

'For power, for absolute control,' a part of him thinks to himself, but he can't find the courage to say it to you. He can't make things worse than it already is.

"I'm sure Sapnap told you, he never could keep his feelings to himself," the way he so casually says it makes you want to slap his mask right off. If only he was there to hear Sapnap claim that Dream never cared about them, how devastating it was to hear those words.

"You're a selfish prick,"

He is, isn't he?

"Such a greedy motherfucker,"

He's come to terms with that a long time ago.

"...An absolute heartbreaking bitch."

...He didn't expect to fall this hard, (Y/n), he didn't know he'd fall in love too.

Tears start to fall as everything grows to be too much from all the sorror and frustration you're letting out with each word you say. You try your best to wipe them away but it's no use. It just hurts. You wish George and Sapnap were here to comfort you, to hug you, but they weren't and you aren't going to simply hug the monster in front of you no matter how much you want to. As much as it hurts you can't find it in you to stop talking just yet though.

"Was what we all had just a joke to you?" You manage to sob out.

He stiffens a bit as his thoughts race. Inside he's begging you to stop, to please don't ask him that question.

"Was it fun? Y'know- stringing me, Sapnap and George along, saying such loving words. Sharing all those gentle kisses and late night giggles. Were those moments just fake to you?"

(Y/n) please.

"Dream,"

What can he say, what do you want him to say? Please, (Y/n) he doesn't know what to say-

"Did you even fucking love us?"

'Yes,' something inside of him screams, the part inside of him that he tried desperately to ignore ever since he left you three. He wants to shout out his answer, wants to hold you close and never let go, but he can't, because he knows damn well he doesn't deserve it and it kills him everytime he thinks about it. He doesn't deserve you and them.

His silence and blank stare breaks your heart, but at the same time, it also... relieves you, to know that you don't have to cling to any false hope. To know that you can just let go knowing nothing between you four were ever real to him.

You let out a hiccup and a shuddering sigh. Unclenching the fists you never knew you were clenching to begin with. You have so much to say, but you think you've finally reached your limit, so you focus on calming yourself, starting to feel foolish for losing it in front of him.

Silence between you two filled the room, with you looking down at the floor refusing to even glance at him and Dream not moving from where he stands, his thoughts fighting with one another as he thinks about what he should do or say.

Before Dream can open his mouth he sees you starting to sway a little bit. You feel yourself starting to grow weaker as your sobbing slowly stops and the dull ache from before is becoming unbearable, and that's when you realize the potion was still in effect. Your time was running out, you have to leave soon.

You accept whats coming, you said your piece, and even though you still feel like shit, a slight weight has been lifted off your chest . You got to meet him, and finally got to say what you wanted, face to face. You feel satisfied, at least for now.

"(Y/n)," his voice starts to sound like a distant echo as your head starts to throb.

"Don't... please don't say anything...," you feel the room start to spin and you're slowly losing your balance.

"(Y/n), please listen-"

"...I can't Dream. I can't-," and with that, you feel your heart stop and see the world around you turn black for just a moment before you wake up on the bed Sam had told you to set your spawn at. Your head is in a daze as you look around to check your surroundings. At that moment, it all felt so surreal, but you knew better than to think it was fake.

"...Fuck," you literally can't find anything else to say, feeling speechless and a little emotional.

"Feel better?" Sam asks as he walks over to check you over.

"Yeah, I think so..." a ping can be heard as your communicator goes off and it's from Sapnap.

You told him you'd be visiting the prison a few hours before but you weren't expecting him to come and pick you up, he even brought Quackity and Karl with him too. It's a pleasant surprise after that whole situation at least.

"Best not to keep them waiting, (Y/n)."

You let out a final hiccup before laughing softly, wiping away the remaining tears from your face.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Sam."

(Bonus!)

Before your souless body can hit the floor, Dream is quick to catch it and hold it as it starts to slowly fade. He starts to feel some of the tears he's been holding back fall and he doesn't bother to stop them. Instead, he just hugs your body closer to him. It doesn't feel the same with how cold and light it feels, but it's better than nothing.

As your body slowly starts to dissapear, he can't help but whisper out a string of apologies to it, pretending like you three can hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But no matter how hard he pleads, no voices answer back, only the soft flowing of lava and his screaming throughts return to be his only company.

Notes: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this if you did! I haven't written fanfic in ages so I may be hella hecking rusty. I'm also really sorry if this is beyond ooc and dramatic! I'll try to get better as time goes on!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)