#well the mask *might* throw you off if you haven't been here that long

[gamebunny-advance]

Hoo hah...

Well, this project is probs gonna take me a *little* longer than a few days to finish since I have to redo an entire part, but I don't wanna tease y'all too long without sharing a little bit about it, so here's the latest bits I've finished.

Probs totally gives away what I'm doing now, but the real delight is in the final product, right?

Some tiny shorts, and a tiny mask. I wonder who they're for...

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Yoichi Isagi's older sibling.

"Who's that?" In the middle of their gathering as this happened to be their first week off at blue lock, Chigiri was the first to notice the presence of other from afar. "Yeah, who's that? They've been looking at us ever since we got here." This time it was Bachira whom have been long aware of the other person presence ever since they have gathered in the cafe. "And they're good looking too." Eita spoke that causes everyone to look at the person they were talking about. It was a person wearing shades and a mask, so how could Eita tell they were good looking? "Who- ah. That's my older sibling." This time it was Isagi who spoke. "Who-?! What?!"

Imagine, as far as you are aware of. Your younger brother Isagi was supposed to be on that so called project, blue lock? Was it? So now that you have seen him in the midst of the crowd in the middle of your agenda. You cannot helo but to observe him in the far distance, was that really your younger brother? Come to think of it, your mother has been urging you to attend some game just a couple of days ago as well as making you come home last time. But you cannot, you are busy nowadays.

Imagine, just a couple of seconds ago you are pretty sure they were all looking at you. And now, they are all in front of you with Isagi at front leading them in tow. "It's really you kiddo." You spoke in awe once he was in front of you. "Are these your friends? That quite... a lot." With all sorts of hair color variety too causing you to sweat drop. "Well... things happened. But! These are my friends from blue lock, and this is my older sibling, Isagi (First name)." "It's a pleasure to meet my younger brother's friend." You chuckle, removing your mask as you throw your arm around Yoichi's shoulder and making a two finger salute towards his friend that have their jaw dropped. "You bastard! You never told us you have an older sibling let alone a them being a model!"

Imagine tagging along with them. Sure you were in the middle of your agenda butttt that could wait, you haven't hangout with your brother for a while now. Besides, it was fun to have them around, youths have their own ways of enjoying and it's really fun. So you tag along, paying things on their behalf as the oldest among them despite those punks being loaded as fuck. Damn, they even have the Mikage heir among them and that young model you have seen before. Still, the point is that you are the oldest, and you have taken a liking on these punks so it was your treat. Not that you played with them though, you just watch them from the side. Looking at your brother fondly with a smile on your lips.

Imagine having a smoke break, a piece of cigarette yet to be lit up on your lips as you lean against the wall on an alley when you heard a footsteps coming towards you. "You smoke?" You shake your head, finger reaching out for the cigarette on your lips before signing your brother to come closer. "Why are you outside? Aren't there more time left at the karaoke?" "Oh, I just went outside for a breather." You nod once again and silence take over the place. Suddenly you really want to smoke but held it in as you open your mouth. "So.. How's blue lock?" It was an unexpected question coming from you, at least for Isagi. You have never taken interest when it comes to such things after all. But now that you asked, his eyes sparkle unknowingly. You on the other hand listened as your brother rant about his life inside the blue lock.

Imagine in the middle of their bowling match, in the midst of fun, you receive a text message from your manager causing you to bid your goodbye to them. "Oh." You look back at them that was watching your departure. "It might be too much to ask but please take a good care of my brother." You bow before standing up straight again. "And Yoichi." Before he knew it, a card was thrown in his face. "Feel free to treat your friend and buy whatever you want, you're at home till the end of the week right? I'll come home tomorrow." You spoke looking at him. "Well then, goodbye." With a silly as salute and a wink, you turn your back at them.

Imagine, Isagi always found you intimidating. Maybe it was the age gap between the two of you or the difference in your personality but you were quite hard to get along with to be honest. But now that he think about it. "Woah, you have such cool sibling, Isagi." His friends- his team mates exclaimed, even Aiku and his team could only agree. And with a laugh, "Yeah, so cool, right?" Isagi said smiling.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[gilverrwrites]

Keep Me Forever ♥︎

“I will get you back. Might not be today, might not be any time soon. Hell, if it takes years, I will have you again.”

Black Mask/Reader, 2.3K Warnings: Non-explicit non-con, spiking, alcohol consumption, mild threats of violence. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT AN: This senario has been floating around in my head for a few days, and then I was struck by the writing bug in the middle of the night and just had to turn it into something. Side note: Story contains maskless Roman.

Roman has intentionally been dragging his feet with the divorce proceedings. Which is why you're outright shocked when you find him lingering outside your place of work one morning.

His commitment to maintain even a shred of control over you is almost impressive, you wish he’d shown that kind of adherence to mending your marriage before it was too late. The purposeful delay in signing the paperwork is the latest in a string of stunts to prevent the inevitable. Predictably it had started a lot more confrontationally, with threats of, and often actual acts of violence and criminal damage. He’d had people following you, he’d slandered your name across town, any dirty, underhanded tactic you could think of, he’d tried it. That had been difficult to handle for certain, but his newest strategy of outright ignoring the issue at hand came with its own issues.

Frightful that he's done a 180 and is here to yell and scream and demand you come home again, you spend a long time watching him from afar until you can't put it off any longer without being late for your shift.

“Roman you had better-” You’re disorientated when he greets you with a smile. Not just any smile. A round-cheeked, soft-eyed smile, the kind he used to give you when you'd first fallen for each other.

He pulls you into a hug and holds your face as he tells you that you look good, that he's missed you. “No, not like that, just, uh, yeah…”

There's an endearingly nervous energy to him that you haven't seen in years. He sure knows how to keep you guessing.

“Look, I'm sorry I dropped in on you like this.” His gloved hands gently squeeze yours, holding them against his chest. His dark eyes gaze at you through wispy lashes that you've always admired, if not envied. You've missed calm, close moments like this. “I want to take you out for dinner.”

When you wince, he squeezes you a little harder.

“No, no, no. It's not like that. Please, let me take you out, my treat and we’ll get this whole divorce thing straightened out, okay? I promise.”

Against your better judgement, you bite. As amiable as he’s being, you're certain there’s an ulterior motive at play.

The next night he sends a town car to pick you up, and you're all kinds of rueful when it pulls up outside the lions den; The Riverside condo Roman and you had shared for the majority of your relationship.

“I know, I know, I swear I didn't plan this.” He chuckles playfully when you pull him up on it. He’s dressed casually, or as casual as Roman gets in slacks, a linen button-down, and a novelty apron you’d bought him years ago. As he pulls out your chair and pours your drink you note that he’s removed his gloves and is still wearing his wedding ring. “I just thought it might be nice to stay in. I made your favourite, come on, you can't be mad at that can you?”

No, you suppose not, but you can be mad when he proceeds to spend the next few hours distracting from the dinner's intended subject in favour of trying to wistfully remind you about the good times you've shared, or cooing over how good you look. For all his flaws, Roman is very charming when he wants to be. Between the company, the food, and the drinks, it’s not an unpleasant night, but a trip down memory lane and honeyed flattery is not what you’re here for.

“Look, it's clear you have no intention of actually talking about our separation.” You finally crack over dessert, throwing in your napkin when he attempts to hold your hand.

“Well excuse the fuck outta me for tryina’ mend the bridge you burned.” His skin is growing hot, muscles taut as an all too familiar fury rises to the surface. There's the Roman you served papers too. So typical of him to blame you. To start seeing red the moment you refuse to be twisted around his little finger. 

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms. “You're not trying to make reparations; you're trying to kiss and make up!”

“Would that be so bad?”

“Yes.” No sooner does the word leave your mouth when he grips the table, lifting it to hurl in anger.

You dart up as well, instinctively grabbing for the plates and cutlery as it topples toward you. Roman’s red wine hits your chest, the sudden wetness causing you to gasp and all of a sudden, the table is back on its legs.

The embrace he wraps you in this time is much more forceful. One arm loops around your back and holds you in place by the elbow while he pats you down with tissues. A purveyor of white suits, Roman knows how to dab at a wine stain, and this is not the correct method. He's just moving it around, likely using it as an excuse to grope the body he's been missing as he murmurs through gritted teeth.

“It's okay, I got it, I got it. Stop fuckin’ squirming, let me help you.”

Eventually, you surrender, growing limp in his arms to get it over with. It's obvious he's taken aback by your sudden compliance but clearly, he appreciates it as evidenced by the smirk that lines his lips by the time he's done.

“I wouldn't have hurt you.” He says quietly, leaning his body close to yours.

“I know.” You lie, too tired of this whole show to fight.

His fingers are too familiar, too intimate as he caresses your jawline, taking advantage of your passivity. His own jaw grows tight when you turn your head to dodge the kiss he tries for.

“I should go.” At your words he lightens his grip, not enough to let you go, but enough for him to rub his hands up and down your back, trying and oddly succeeding to comfort you.

“Don't go yet, please.” Roman doesn't beg, but this might be the closest he's ever come. “Your wardrobe is still full. Get changed, I’ll pour us fresh drinks and we’ll… we’ll talk about the divorce.”

That chestnut is growing old, but if it means never coming back here again, you're willing to take a chance.

An attempt has been made to clean things up from whatever chaos Roman had caused after you left, but your old walk-in wardrobe is barely recognisable. The mirrors are all but gone, empty frames and missed shards litter the walls and floor. Your vanity chair lays on its side, missing all but one leg. About half of the clothes you’d left behind, the pieces that Roman had curated for you have been ripped or discarded on the floor.

It takes a while but eventually, you find something comfortable and undamaged to wear.

With no mirrors to check your reflection in, you detour into your old bedroom, glancing at yourself only briefly before you spot something that causes a funny feeling in your gut. On the bedside table, your bedside table is a singular hoop earring and a handful of hair ties, none of which belong to you.

The green monster can be a funny devil, it grabs you when you least expect it. This doesn't change your feelings, you have no intention of running back to Roman, to ‘reclaim’ him, but the thought of another woman in this room, in his arms, on your side of the bed makes your chest ache. So much so that you find yourself settling on the comforter, toying with the soft fabric you’d picked out as you attempt to process the situation. 

You must be gone for a while because Roman comes looking for you. Other than “Ah! There you are.” He doesn't say anything, just hands you a champagne flute and sits beside you in silence until you point to the foreign objects that litter your former space.

“Oh, erm.” He furrows his brows as he thinks hard. “Probably Candy or maybe Alexa.”

He picks up the earring, turning it over between his lithe fingers. “I think it might even be Francie… or was it Franny? Something with an F.”

You're not sure if it disgusts you that there's been so many women, all evidently interchangeable to him, or pleases you that none seem to have left an impression. A perplexing amalgamation of both, amongst other things.

To ward off the flurry of complex emotions you down the drink in your hand, chugging it all back in one go. The sharp taste and harsh bubbles that scratch your throat on the way down cause you to purse your lips and scrunch your eyes closed. 

Roman laughs at your funny face, not unkindly. It feels earnest, in ways he hadn't expressed in a long time. Affectionate even and you can't help giggling in tandem. The longer it goes on, the more flushed you start to feel. A strange warmth stemming from your stomach spreads throughout your body, making you feel light and giddy.

Roman draws closer and you sigh at his musk. You hadn't noticed earlier but he's wearing the aftershave you'd always fawned over whenever he’d worn it while you were together. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day we meet.” You maybe-kinda-sorta recall him using that line earlier over dinner, but it makes you weak regardless. Determined not to cave however, you shake your head, ignoring how your cheeks feel hot. Tentatively he takes your face in his hands and guides you to look at him. “No matter how you try to deny it, you always were, and always will be mine.” 

The weight in your chest is gone, replaced by the racing of your heart.

Obviously, you'd always thought he was handsome. The best-looking man you'd ever met, but from this angle, this close he’s really… wow.

You do say something in response, but you can hardly remember what.

Lightheaded, you fall back on the bed under the force of Roman’s lips on yours. As he presses you deeper into the sheets with his weight something cold clinks onto your neck, causing you to hiss into the fervid kiss. Roman pulls back to check on you, as he sits up the cold retracts with him. A gold chain has slipped out from beneath his shirt, dangling between your bodies. In lieu of a pendant, the wedding and engagement bands you’d returned to him hang between you.

That's the last thing you remember before you wake, alone, confused, naked, and sore as hell the following morning. You've no idea what he did to you, but it's not hard to put two and two together.

Your legs are weak, and the bright lights hurt your eyes, but you manage to find clothes and stumble down the hallway.

Roman’s voice echoes throughout the apartment, putting you on edge, but eventually, your mind wakes enough to realise he's on a ‘business’ call, which actually provides you with the perfect cover to get out without pursuit.

It doesn't last long, however, like the calm before the storm. Fate only spares you enough time to get home.

Two things are realised as you try to scour the shame from your skin under the hot stream of your shower. Roman realises that you’re gone and starts blowing up your phone with calls and texts, each ping disturbs your safe haven like a 21st-century omen. The second realisation comes when you feel something cool on your scalp as you shampoo your hair. Drawing your hands down to examine the cause, you realise that at some point Roman had returned the rings to your finger.

When the water finally runs cold you reluctantly head to your bedroom. Still damp, you scroll through the flurry of notifications on your phone. Skimming over each text, you can see his downward spiral as he descends from short, well-written messages to paragraphs upon paragraphs brimming with capitalisation. You’re prepared to turn your phone off and ignore him until a series of voice notes pique your morbid interest.

Bracing yourself, you pull the towel tight around your body like a comfort blanket as you press play on the first one.

[New Recording 001] 0:00 〇───── 1:23 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Nothing but a strange tapping can be heard for the first few seconds. You're confused until you hear your voice whining and huffing in sync with what you now realise is the sound of skin on skin. Of Roman’s hips as he drills into you. You must have been excessively wet to make for such a vulgar slapping sound.

[New Recording 002] 0:00 〇───── 1:46 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The second recording begins with Roman’s voice, whispering something low and indecipherable. You cringe when you hear yourself respond with a loud moan, and; “Oh fuck- oh FUCK, I missed your dick, Roman. Missed feeling you deep inside me.”

Heat rises through every inch of your body as you take it all. If Roman could see you now, stone faced and furious, he certainly wouldn’t call you beautiful. 

[New Recording 003] 0:00 〇───── 5:04 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“I love you!” “I love you too baby-” You choke on air, hitting pause on the third recording and taking a break to wallow before letting the rest play. “-you ever gonna leave me again?” “No, nonononono, I’ll never leave you, never ever.”

“Want you to keep me forever.” You sound dazed. Positively fucked. Every word out of your lips is slurred and breathless.  “I know you do; always knew you couldn't keep away from me.”

[New Recording 015] 0:00 〇───── 1:59 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“More? Only if you beg.” Roman sounds elated, like a pig in shit. “Please-”

Whatever he'd slipped you can't have been a roofie, you’re too lucid, too vocal. Possibly an aphrodisiac? He probably paid big bucks for something Ivy had cooked up.

There are so many more, varying in levels of filth and soppiness.

[New Recording 022] 0:00 〇───── 0:47 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

In the last one, he asks if you still want a divorce and your drugged-up, sex-hazed, idiot self cries “No, no Roman, I love you. I want to be with you forever.”

He follows it with one last text:

Call me, or I'm sending this to my lawyer.

[avatqr]

Please Stay [zuko x reader]

-please enjoy this one shot I came up with in the middle of night:3

-some extra info you might want: You are apart a noble family in the fire nation, Your father is a Commanding officer and serving in the war

Things have been so great with Zuko for such a long time. Since his he has returned from his banishment and started talking to his father again things were looking up.

We spent all of our days together, running through the royal palace, trying the best restaurants in town, sitting down and having tea with his uncle. I have one specific memory though, I wasn't doing so well. I was running a high fever and throwing up nonstop. The smell did not leave my bathroom for weeks! Zuko stuck by me the entire time though. He made me soup, tea, fetched me water, held my hair the whole deal. I could never thank him enough for that. Things were going well for not just him but for us. I loved him so much and he loved me. That's how it always was. That's how it was always supposed be. But after a few months something changed. I don't know when I started to notice the changes. Zuko was suddenly distant, less excited. It was was almost like the fire in his eyes has went out. I spent countless nights awake in my bed worrying about what could be wrong. Was it me? Did I make him angry?

I was walking through the palace, I had finally heard my father was back from Ba Sing Se. I make my way down the dark flaming hallway. I saw Zuko walking a ways down, I ran up to him and just walked by him silently waiting for him to greet me like he normally does but this time I get no greeting. We walked in silence for awhile listening to the flames rumble and the way our steps sounded together. The silence was tearing me apart. I finally broke.

"Why haven't you said anything?" I whispered. The tension was choking me. A chain is around my neck, a whisper was all I could manage.

"Me and Azula talked last night, and I have been thinking about some things. And I.." Zuko stopped talking. He let out a heavy sigh and turned to walk the other way.

"What has been wrong with you this past couple of weeks?" The chains that have been suppressing me suddenly start falling off. "I have done nothing but been there for you before and after your banishment!" I exclaimed. He was still faced away from me, he looked calm and collected unaffected by my words. "Your just going to stand there and say nothing! I bent over backwards for you, proving my love fixing your reputation. Fixing your mistakes!" I screamed. He turned and faced me he no longer looked calm and collected. He looked frustrated and hurt.

"I never asked you to do that! I never asked for your help. I never wanted or needed your help." He exclaimed.

I felt hurt by his words. I felt the tears starting to well in my eyes, "Are you saying you don't even apricate my help?" He said nothing. All of the sudden I was angry again. "I hate you! Be a coward and run away for all I care. Without me your what? A traitor to the fire nation and a fugitive?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." He whispered. He walked off and I never saw him again until 2 weeks later.

I woke up to the sound of my door being opened. I jumped out of bed and opened the curtain to reveal who it was. It was Zuko.

"What are you doing here? You don't talk to me for two weeks now all the sudden your in my room in the middle of the night! Who do you you think you are?" I said sharply. He was wearing all black with a mask and hood. really does no good because you can still see him in the full moon. I look down and in his left hand is a scroll rolled perfectly wrapped in a red ribbon with a nicely knotted bow.

"I'm sorry..I have to do this." He set the scroll on the desk and ran out of the room. I ran out after him.

I chased him all over town. He was trying to escape me but I wouldn't let him. I didn't understand what was happening. Was he running away? I cried and yelled out for him. I just wanted to talk. And I didn't want to yell this time I didn't want to get angry. I never meant to hurt Zuko. I still love him so incredibly much. I don't understand why we won't except my help, why he keeps running away from me. I continue running after him until we reach the docks outside the city.

"Please just talk to me!" I pleaded

"You wouldn't understand. The avatar is alive. I don't want to be around when the news gets around."

"That's really what your worried about?"

He looks at me, his eyes start tearing up. "Do you know what my father would do to me? He already disowned me once. I have made so many mistakes, I am an embarrassment to him! To our family! To the royal name!" He yelled. I could hear the hurt and the fear in his voice. It made my heat feel heavy. I just wanted to give him a hug.

"I have to kill the avatar. For my honor." He looked at me with tears in eyes. But after hearing him say that all my empathy washed away with the roaring waves that were crashing against the dock. I hate it when Zuko talks about his honor. His destiny. It fills me with rage that he lets his family dictate his path.

"Your honor!?" I shouted. I started stomping toward him. "Shut up with this honor thing! This is not your destiny! You understand what killing the avatar would do to the world? Of course you don't understand! Your running away because your afraid! Not because you feel the need to restore you honor." I grabbed the collar of shirt and pulled him to me and looked at him. My face filled with frustration and disappointment.

"You know what maybe I am afraid! Maybe I'm afraid my father will burn me to death this time! I am always the fool! I am looked down upon every single day! I am a fraud. I am not the great prince I am destined to be." He started to sob.

"Your going to throw everything we had away because your afraid? I'm here for you always, always Zuko. Please let me help you. Please don't run away from me." I started to cry too. It breaks my heart hearing him cry.

"I'm not the man you need. You need someone strong and who can protect you. Your right. Last time we talked, I am a coward. I'm running away from my problems and I don't want to accept the help that's offered to me."

"Zuko.. your are more than enough for me. I can't imagine myself with anyone but you. It's like you were put on this earth for me. Please! You don't have to go through this alone. You don't have to go through anything alone! Just please don't leave me!" I clung onto him and sobbed hysterically like a child. But in that moment my heart was being torn right out my chest.

"I'm sorry.. I love you." He didn't look at me, nor did he hug me back. He gently pushed me off and started boarding a boat. I couldn't believe it. He just walked away. He said I love you but did he even mean it? He didn't even look at me.

"So that's it?! Your just going to leave? After everything we've been through? Zuko Please!" I cried out to him. I begged on my knees even and pleaded but none of my efforts were enough to make him stay. I watched him disappear into the night. The walk home was depressing. It was raining, my pajamas were soaking wet and the smell of wet concrete and metal filled the air. I made my way home in the dark following the line of street lamps that have been extinguished from the rain. When I got home I sat on the edge my bed staring at the neatly tied scrolled placed on the table. I pick it up. I read it.

"My dear love, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. But this is the only way I can find my own destiny. Everything you have taught me about life I will cherish forever. Our memories I will cherish forever. Don't think because I am leaving means I don't love you. Because I love you very dearly. You encouraged and inspired me in so many different ways. I will be back for you. Someday I won't need your help. I am tired of finding the strength to keep going here. I am tired of being ridiculed and silenced. I wouldn't have made it any longer staying here. Please try to understand. I want to be strong so I can help you. And be strong for you. I have thought of you every single day since I have met you and I will continue to think of you."

I cried for the rest of the night.

[coarsely]

Find the word tag

Many thanks to @borisyvain for tagging me! My words were never, dog, burn and either!

For never, we visit Imperator V, who misses his Catholicism Assigned Chastity Belt™ dearly.

It has only been two weeks since he left the Temple of Eden and with it his Imperator’s mask, Imperator’s regalia, Imperator’s weaponry. They’d even taken off the mouthguard that kept him from eating anything unsanctioned, the belt that made it awkward to use the bathroom but kept him from committing any sins of the flesh, were he to be so tempted. It’s the longest time he’s ever spent out of it, and the absence is still felt keenly along his groin and hips, where it ought to be, a phantom of what he is, what awaits him when he returns to his city. He looks forward to the return. He feels too exposed, in this half-mask that leaves the bridge of his nose and his eyes exposed and digs a little too tight into his cheekbones, exposed without the thing of metal to keep him chaste. It was never a risk that he would be anything other than chaste, but the confirmation of the belt was comforting. The only other times before when it was taken off had been the standard resizing that had to be done as he grew from adolescence into an adult, and the occasional times for health checkups that every Imperator dreaded but knew was necessary to keep them in fighting standard.

Dog was weirdly hard to find, but I found one in a Diomede snippet.

For a moment, the two stand there, lonely inky shapes in a mostly-unseen basin of partial marsh-land. Nothing to hear but wind, and distant sounds of man and steed breathing in heavy synchronisation. Clearer, the howl comes. It’s a sound he knows well, but never before have the echoes of wolves and wild dogs in the distance made something like dread drop into his stomach. Goosebumps prickle like a rash across his arms and back. The leather strap he holds digs into his palm, becoming warm and clammy with his sweat.

Burn comes again from another Imperator V snippet, of course from the car that explodes, although funnily enough its use here isn't for the car.

Sharply coming into view, he can start to see the sparks of flame licking all around the vehicle, engulfed, the pockets of embers that fly around like passengers throwing themselves off a sinking ship. The air is so frigid that his lungs burn from exertion far easier than they would normally, but V doesn’t slow down, not even when his ill-fitting mask starts to become dislodged from his face, a second skin starting to shed. He only starts to slow when he is mere feet away, as glass that shattered from the windows crunches underfoot, staring at the warped chassis of metal from the impact it had, somehow having partially overturned.

Either comes from an area of the world I haven't spoken on here too much, featuring Nicolau and the rest of the Shimmerfolk, the cyborgs/androids of Nod.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust her. He does. Implicitly. They had to trust in each other, because they could trust nobody else. It was the foundation on which their people worked. Trust, blind faith in one another. It’s not that he doesn’t trust himself, either. He knows his body, or most of it–the micro-cables that run through his body in place of blood vessels, the titanium skeleton that mimics human bones, the processors in his cranium and ribcage where organs might be, the synthetic plastic wrap simulating soft organic flesh that covers these and hides them from sight. He knows the reinforced joints along his kneecaps, capable of drops up to 175 feet. He knows his body will automatically run a self-repair protocol if the fall exceeds that. He knows that death is not a certainty but a suggestion for him, that even if his body cannot self-repair sufficiently, so long as he stays out of the moss his body can be recovered and fixed.

I'm tagging @bebewrites, @words-after-midnight, @spideronthesun, @moonandris, @elvain and @digital-chance, as well as you! If you want to 😉 Your words are require, fasten, debris and humid. Bonus points if you have archaic in there!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

haii omg!! i don't know how many requests you have but if you don't have time to do this it's okay! it's just an idea i had! so, fem student,, smut,?,, a vampire that is generally quite sweet to all her teachers yet this fact perhaps drives marilyn even crazier because she can't understand why this student seems to have it out for her. she actively teases marilyn, perhaps in more flirtatious ways that marilyn probably doesn't see as flirty, and if she tries to bring it up with other staff she gets dismissed because she's 'so smart' 'so nice' and shit. she might take it as her being a normie but actually the vampire doesn't use this on her except maybe when she's really trying to get her angryyy - so one day when she's hanging around after class or comes to find her in the conservatory in a pretty outfit (i don't want to make it too specific i like when you add things!!), maybe marilyn snaps at the girl and she just finds it funny that she's in a way 'breaking' marilyn down? wearing her down? maybe just bringing laurel out and breaking her facade, in a sense. and marilyn kind of loses herself at this but this is what the vampire has wanted the entire time. she just wants marilyn's attention good or bad and to drive her fucking crazy and she might realise this then,, thank you <3

Yesss here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the laguage mistakes!!!!

Take your mask off

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Teasing, slightly smut (implied) a little dark

Word count: 2,481

Summary: You were testing how far you could go with her. You didn’t know that her patience would have its limits

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Wait a minute, I'd like to talk to you, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you, at the end of class.

You smiled mischievously and sat back down, gesturing for Yoko to continue without you.

“Have I done something wrong, Miss Thornhill?” You asked pouting.

You were that way, always so affectionate with everyone. Your classmates said that sometimes you were too cute, but you didn't care. You had been like this for 20 years, and you would probably be like that for 20 more. Your vampiric nature told you that you had to be more reserved, more introverted. Crap. You didn't know how to be any other way.

You didn't just enjoy your exaggerated displays of affection for everyone, there was something else. Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher. Cheerful, kind, affectionate and normi. You couldn't deny yourself the attraction you felt towards her, it would be absurd. But you saw her so shy, so innocent. Her eyes didn't say the same. You had seen enough eyes in your life to be sure of that. Your great desire and illusion was to get that poor woman mad, and throw all possible hints at her.

“No, you haven't done anything wrong, (Y/N), I just wanted to talk to you about the work about wild flowers you gave me last week,” she said, smiling as always. You sighed feigning frustration.

“Talk? Just talk?” You asked. You noticed that she blushed a little and made a strange face. She cleared her throat and went over to her desk to get the documents she was telling you about.

“Um... Well, first of all, I have to say that it's an excellent essay, like all the ones you do,” she said, with a slightly nervous voice.

Another hint that she hadn't taken, or she hadn't wanted to. You found it frustrating and exciting at the same time. How long would it take to realize your intentions? It was a funny challenge.

“I suppose that now comes the ‘but,’” you said with the soft and affectionate voice that you used to use. She nodded. You even seemed to see how her hands trembled.

“I think... I think the part where you say that "no flower can be compared to you" is a bit out of context,” she told you, pointing out the phrase in question. You looked at her and smiled mischievously. Of course, you had not put it by chance. You pretended to be surprised.

“Oh, what a mistake. I probably got confused. It's just that I was watching a love movie while I was writing… and I got a little distracted,” you said dragging your words. You leaned forward to pretend to take a closer look at the sentence, but not before brushing against the redhead's hand. Marilyn pulled away instantly.

“Well… Eh… It's okay,” she said, going back to her desk. You wanted to scream with rage. You couldn't be more direct, and it seemed that she didn't even flinch. “I'll ignore it, besides, the rest of the teachers also speak wonders about you.”

“Really?” You asked, surprised by that statement.

“Yeah. Everyone says that you are very friendly and hard-working…” She told you, leaning on the table.

“And what do you think?” You asked. Your mind was racing too fast trying to find a good answer.

“Me? I don't think they care much about my opinion. Whenever I try to have a conversation they ignore me. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with my problems.”

You got up, having a perfect opportunity to tighten the rope even more.

“Do you know why they act like this?” You asked. Marilyn shook her head, frowning. “Because you are smart, kind… They envy you.”

Her redhead laughed in surprise.

“What a nonsense,” she said between laughs. “But thank you, you are very kind.”

So the days passed. Your subtle jokes stopped being so subtle. You always attacked, with any excuse. Marilyn seemed unaware of anything. You started to get tired of her ignorance and what was worse, you started to think that you didn't interest her at all. You knew a vampire was hard to turn down.

“Kind? Let's see if she is able to resist this,” you said while you put on a slightly special outfit. You didn't usually dress so elegantly, but you were convinced that this would be the day you would set the record straight.

“Where are you going with those looks, (Y/N)?” Your roommate asked. You looked yourself in the mirror and shrugged.

“To take a walk.”

“A walk? It seems that you are looking for war,” she told you, amused. You stuck out your tongue at her mockingly.

Showing your belly button was not very typical of those dates, but you had to take advantage of the fact that the sun was hidden among the clouds. You would not need too much protection for your skin. The cleavage was low, very suggestive, matching the short length of your skirt.

“Maybe,” you said, combing your hair.

“You never tell me anything, who is going to be your victim this time?” Yoko asked, looking at you with curiosity and a puzzled face.

“If I told you, you would never believe me,” you said, winking.

“Try,” your friend challenged, crossing her arms. “You've been doing so many dumb things this semester that I wouldn't be surprised if you went after Weems.”

“Cold, cold...” You crooned, grabbing your bag and heading to the door.

“Hey! Don't run away!” You heard your partner scream when you closed the door. Everything you had that was good was naughty too, looking for absurd challenges often related to other girls. Since Marilyn arrived at Nevermore, all your goals have focused on her. You were fascinated by that woman, and all the secrets that she was surely keeping behind that angel facade.

Every time you passed someone you received a stunned look, probably because of your appearance. You didn't get that fancy or sassy even for the Rave'n dance.

There was movement in the conservatory. Surely the redhead was there, trying to spend her loneliness next to her beloved plants.

You timidly opened the door and the woman was startled to see you, hiding something behind her back.

“(Y/N), you scared me,” she said nervously. You smiled

“I'm sorry, I was really bored and I wanted to stop by here,” you said with a slightly childish tone.

Marilyn nodded, recovering from her shock, and then she stared at you.

“Aren't you cold?” She asked, not taking her eyes off your clothes. You shook your head and bit your lip.

“I'm a vampire, remember?”

“Sur... Sure...” She stammered. “If you're looking for fun, you won't find it here. I'm preparing some things for tomorrow's class,” she said, finally revealing what she had behind her back. They looked like some chemicals or something like that.

“Oh… Are we finally going to do something funny?” You asked jokingly, not giving it more importance.

She smiled and shook her head.

“You always have an answer for everything,” she told you, sighing.

“You know me,” you said, moving a little closer. Marilyn took a few steps back as you approached.

You told yourself enough of the niceties. The redhead's face, completely puzzled, told you that you were on the right track.

“Can I do something for you?” She asked as her back collided with her desk, making those strange vials shake.

“I don't know… Can you?” You asked, picking up one of those vials curiously. Marilyn snatched it from you immediately.

“Do not touch it! I'm still working on it. If it breaks and you come into contact with that liquid you could die,” she told you terrified, putting the vial to a safety place.

“I like danger…” You whispered, completely cornering the redhead. “I love  when my heart beats so fast, see for yourself.”

Without giving it any more thought, you took her hand and brought it to your chest, letting it rest on it gently while you closed your eyes. You could not see her face, but you could hear her breathing quicken. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” She asked you with a frown. You shrugged.

“Nothing.”

“Don't take me for a fool!” She shouted unexpectedly. Her gaze was filled with anger. At last her patience had reached her limit, and you couldn't be happier about it. You smiled ignoring her abrupt tone.

“I don't know what you're talking about…” You said indifferently. Marilyn's eyes widened and her lips pursed. She was really mad and you kept pulling the string.

“You lie! You've been after me for months. Making fun of me. You don't leave me alone. What have I done to you? Have I treated you badly? Does it offend you that I am normi?” She asked nervously. You shook your head, trying not to laugh.

“I would never make fun of you…- You said amused.”

“Oh, no? Well, you're laughing your ass off, (Y/N). I see what you want. You have fun playing with people, right? You find it pleasant to test people's limits, to know how far they can endure without collapsing,” she reprimanded you. Her tone of voice was getting darker.

“I think you're wrong…” You said, with a calm tone, tremendously mocking.

“You're the one that's wrong about me, (Y/N),” Marilyn hissed, grabbing your cheek with her hand. You took a step back and smiled even more.

“I like this better,” you said as you could, earning another look of surprise. For a moment her eyes went to your cleavage and looked at it with desire, with a shine that you did not expect to see. “Are you looking at my tits?”

The redhead tightened her grip and her face did not even look the same.

“Do you think I have any interest in looking at your pathetic outcast body?” She asked, pulling so hard that she forced you to lean down a bit.

“I think so,” you said hissing in pain. At last her true personality was out in the open, and you liked her even more.

“I understand... So that was it... You've come to show yourself off in front of me like a whore...” She said, finally letting you go.

You recovered your breath and agreed without any shame.

“Yeah, you finally get it. It's a relief, I was starting to get desperate,” you said, risking patting her on the back. The redhead jerked your hand away, keeping her dark gaze.

“Do you really think I was going to notice you?” She asked ironically. The Marilyn Thornhill you knew was gone forever.

“I don't think so, I’m sure about that,” you said defiantly, running a hand over your chest. “I bet what you want that you would like to see me without this top.”

“You are cheeky, (Y/N). And I don't like cheeky ones.” Now she was the one who was approaching you, stalking you.

“You're shaking, Miss Thornhill. I know you want it…” You whispered, letting her stand in front of you. Her hand went to your hair along with a snarl and she yanked at it violently.

“You're pathetic. A pathetic outcast who assumes everyone has to worship you as you walk past them. You are all the same, you are scum…” She whispered maliciously in your ear, while you endured that hair pull with dignity.

“But you like this scum,” you said with difficulty.

She laughed disturbingly, releasing you. You sighed in relief, until Marilyn grabbed you again and pulled you against the wall, turning you around.

“It's how you all are…” She murmured, unzipping your not very discreet top. “You are amused by the suffering of people…”

“I just want you to suffer for me…” You said, closing her eyes. You loved being right. They all had a dark side. You loved yours.

“If you don't shut up, you will be the one who suffer,” she whispered into your ear, letting your top part fall on the ground and squeezing close to you.

“Are you telling me to shut up?” You asked defiantly, letting her hands go wild on your bare chest. “I have to bite you...” Marilyn laughed incredulously.

“Try it, whore... It will be the last thing you do,” she threatened you, turning around abruptly.

You went in to kiss her, and she didn't reject you, but she did bite your lip. What a curious irony.

She had completely lost control of herself. There was no trace of kindness or good intentions in her words. She had become dangerous, just like in your darkest dreams.

She was crazy. Wild kisses while you were half naked in the old building. Anyone could walk in and see that show. You didn't care, you had finally achieved your purpose, and there would be no one capable of stopping you.

You weren't entirely sure it would work. It did it perfectly, bringing out that dark side that she had kept in the back of her mind. For a moment she scared you, but you weren't going to stop now.

The clothes gradually disappeared, while the caresses intensified.

It was not something romantic, nor affectionate. Somehow it seemed as if she was paying you some kind of irrational hatred. She made you believe that you were at her mercy, that you should obey her, that you had an obligation to give her pleasure. You did it. You hoped that she wasn't aware of your intentions, that she didn't know how you loved being on your knees in front of her, going through the areas that were supposed to be forbidden for a student like you.

Your mouth kissed, your hands caressed. Your whole body was dedicated to making her happy, to pleasing that person who looked like Marilyn, but wasn't Marilyn.

You got something wild from her, unexpectedly she started to fuck you under your skirt. Her words were insults, her attitude was arrogant, but it made you squirm with pleasure.

When your back arched and your muscles tensed, you breathed a sigh of relief. After that, you decided to put aside your absurd personal challenges, and focus on the redhead, could it be the closest thing to a stable relationship that you had? It didn't seem possible.

“Get out,” she told you with a gloomy voice, getting dressed again. You didn't, of course. You went back to the desk humming with satisfaction, looking again at those strange vials, and at that bright blue liquid.

“It's not right to play with these dangerous things. You could inadvertently kill us,” you said ironically. She smiled wickedly.

“It's what I plan to do, (Y/N). Even helpful outcasts like you deserve the same fate.”

You turned suddenly. For a moment you were scared, but she winked at you, which made you think that she wasn't serious at all. How wrong you were.

[chubbybubby]

Idea 🔞(kink with plot) 18+🔞

Sad Jack, bitchy Rhys, a little spoonful of fat shaming, then fat adoring, then Zane being the comic relief.

Rhys and Jack break up after being together for almost a year. It all comes crumbling down because Rhys wants more and Jack's still keeping a guard up, not opening up enough for Rhys to feel like he's committed to their relationship. Jack's never even said "I love you" unprompted. Rhys will say it and Jack will tease him playfully, or throw him a "well how could I not love a dumb-dumb like you", but he hasn't straight up said "I love you".

Jack acts like he doesn't care but he really does. He really really does. He can't stop thinking about Rhys, constantly wanting to rope him back in, sending him gifts or dumb notes, but Rhys is stubborn. If Jack won't take him seriously, then he won't give him the time if day.

Rhys stops even speaking to Jack for a few months outside of work. He doesn't reply to messages, doesn't respond to anything he says if it's not work, he straight up blanks him if their paths cross. It drives Jack insane, he misses Rhys like crazy, actually feeling sick that he's not in his life anymore, that he might be moving on and Jack will officially lose him forever...

The only thing that comforts him after that is junk food and carbonated drinks. Yeah, he eats his feelings, and of course, he gains weight. It's not egregious - he was already kind of chubby, classic beginner "dad bod" - but his bad habits become diabolical and the weight piles on more than he even realises (his best friend, Zayn, makes comments about it, teasing him, but Jack's in major denial).

Then there's a big fancy Hyperion party. Jack's squeezed into a new suit (because yeah all his old suits "shrunk"), and he's schmoozing with other boring high level executives, before seeing Rhys across the room, looking absolutely gorgeous with his slim fit suit and long legs and fresh face and-

It hurts Jack's heart, and having a hurt heart makes him angry.

So he excuses himself. He rounds the table of free food and grabs a plate of cupcakes and brownies and whatever else, and storms off out the party to some private room tucked away (like a board meeting room or something - somewhere unoccupied, you know). He pulls a chair out and collapsed and starts stuffing his face, wanting to replace his hurt feelings with yummy food...

"Seems weird for the CEO not to attend his own party."

Jack looks round to see Rhys standing at the door, arms crossed, face neutral. Jack jumps out of his chair and clears his throat, stunned that Rhys is talking to him; even if his tone is cold.

"Needed a break from all the ass kissing, you know how it is, pumpkin," he laughs, trying to come of suave and nonchalant, but Rhys just scowls, rolling his eyes, which (upsets) annoys Jack. "Why you even here if just being around me disgusts you so much?"

"God you're still so dense. Maybe I was hoping you'd finally changed after more than 6 months apart and realised what matters more than you're stupid ego, but I was wrong."

"Oh how would you even know if I've changed, huh?! You haven't freakin' spoken to me in God knows how long!"

"I can tell just from the last 2 minutes that the only thing that's changed about you is your damn waistline."

Rhys has always been catty, bitchy, and it was one of the things Jack loved about him...even when he was on the recieving end of it.

Jack scoffs and turns away. "Whatever. Least I'm not a stuck up pencil pushing twink-"

Jack suddenly cuts himself off when Rhys throws himself at him, slipping his hands under his suit jacket and grabbing his love handles. He pins Jack against the long table in the centre of the room. Jack gasps, his own hands landing on Rhys' shoulders instinctively, and a fast fiery blush bleeds across his face, thankfully hidden by his mask. Rhys leans in close, lips so temptingly close Jack can almost taste him.

"You got real fat." Rhys practically growls, squeezing hard at the fat deposits spilling over his hips. Jack can't help but curl his toes in his shoes; was this really turning him on right now, being fat shamed, or did he just miss Rhys that much?! "Did you miss me that much you had to comfort yourself with food?"

Abso-fucking-lutely. "No! Fuck you-"

"Awe, c'mon Jackie, be honest with me," Rhys smirks as his hand slides over to his midsection, rubbing wide circles into his belly before grabbing a roll of his fat, making Jack involuntarily buck his hips. "Without me around, you couldn't help but succumb to your own gluttony. Just admit you missed me."

Jack can't tell if the humiliation is a good or a bad thing. His dick knows, sure, but those walls that he hides behind, that he needs to keep his vulnerability safe and sound, it makes him want to run. He's frozen, staring at Rhys, letting him manhandle the fat belly he's been denying exists.

God, he's missed Rhys...he's missed those hands touching him, he's missed that face up close and beautiful, he's missed the smell of his cologne, the gentle brush of his breath, his everything. He's been trying to deny that too, that he's missed him, that he needs him, and having him here, being in his arms, being so fucking close to his lips...

He starts to tear up.

And Rhys' face drops. The smug, pissed off expression vanishes into concern, and that's Jack's Rhys, the sweet, kind, perfect man who loves being bitchy but wants those he cares about to be happy and wears his heart on his sleeve. Jack's missed him so fucking much, he can't handle it anymore, he can't stand being without him, and Jesus Christ the water works just start flooding his face.

"J-Jack? Oh, I-I'm sorry, I, uh...I should go-" but as he stars to pull away, Jack grabs him by the collar of his shirt and forces him into a deep kiss, and Rhys barely even needs a second to comprehend before he's kissing back, hands roaming Jack's body greedily.

They start undressing each other feverishly, before they're both left in just their boxers and open shirts. Jack's panting, staring at Rhys, eyes still watery, his expression so tender, like nothing Rhys has ever seen before. With his shirt open, Rhys can admire his body properly, and he really likes what he sees...yeah, Jack was chubby, and Rhys liked it, but now, his belly is so round and doughy and begging to be squeezed, accessorised by fiery raw red stretch marks, and it folds over from the way he leans, and Rhys wants nothing more than to cover it in deep love bites. Everything is bigger, his chest is fuller, his thighs are wider- God he wants to turn him over just to get a good look at how fat his ass must have gotten. Rhys is rediculously turned on, it's almost painful how hard he is.

Jack swallows down. "Rhys, I..." He chokes on his voice and clears his throat. Rhys steps in closer, cupping Jack's face, and Jack finally managed to muster up the courage. "I love you. I always have. I love you so much."

Rhys' face breaks out into a wide goofy smile. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head, tears pricking behind his eyes. "You do?" And Jack nods frantically, grabbing Rhys' arms, nuzzling into his palm.

"I've never loved anyone like I love you. I can't get you outta my mind, I think about you every freakin' day, missing you, wishing I was with you. I was so stupid, I was scared - scared of losing you, and even when I did, I still couldn't get over my own shit, but...but I don't care anymore, I can't live without you, Rhys, I can't a life without you. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love-"

He's cut off when Rhys kisses him, squeezing his face between his hands. "I love you too, Jack, you big dumb-dumb."

They laugh together, still crying, faces hurting from smiling so much. Jack lifts his hands to brush through Rhys' hair.

"It's getting long. You growing it out?"

"A little." Rhys looks down. He playfully pokes Jack's belly. "You gonna keep this?"

Jack rolls his eyes. "Yeah alright, I got fat. I'll start going to the gym ASAP-" Rhys slaps his hand over Jack's mouth, grinning mischievously as he shakes his head.

"Uh, I don't think so. I'll only agree to getting back together if you promise this doesn't go anywhere."

Jack's eyes bulge out. He moves Rhys' hand away. "You actually like the belly?"

"God, you really are an idiot sometimes, Jack. I always liked the belly. Now?" He moves his hands to slide over Jack's midsection, tenderly rubbing and squeezing at the soft flesh, making Jack inhale suddenly. "Now I love the belly. I bet it would jiggle real nice if I fucked you."

Jack can't help the pathetic whine that escapes him, squeezing his thighs together as his dick twitches. Rhys notices, biting his lip, which just makes Jack even more needy.

"I'm gonna cum my pants like a horny teenager if you keep talking like that, cupcake." But the admission doesn't stop Rhys from groping him more so, leaning in against his throat to kiss softly. Rhys glances over Jack's shoulder to notice the plate of goodies he'd snuck away with.

"You barely even touched your plate, big guy. I bet this belly of yours is so hungry." Rhys pulls a hand back to slap Jack's belly and chuckles when the older man actually moans through clenched teeth. He returns to squeezing his fat fondly, hard enough he'll leave nail bites. "I've got a proposal for you...why don't I fuck you hard over this desk while you eat? Make this cute tummy of yours happy and fatter?"

Jack's eyes involuntarily cross into the middle for a split second before he's nodding. "Please, Rhysie. Please."

And so Rhys throws Jack over the desk and gets him prepped before fucking him nice and slow, cradling his belly and whispering words of encouragement as Jack shoves the cupcakes into his mouth. By the time they're done, Jack's collapsed lazily on the table, face covered in frosting, while Rhys is kneading his plush fat ass cheeks, watching as his cum dribbles out between his cheeks. He helps get Jack's pants back on, then hikes him up with great effort to get the rest of his suit on. Jack's limbs are loose and lazy, and his face the epitome of dopey, and as watches Rhys' hands fiddle with the buttons of Jack's shirt.

When they're both dressed, Rhys gives Jack a quick kiss. "So you and me?"

Jack hums happily. "You and me, kiddo, forever." He wraps his arms around Rhys' neck. "I ain't ever letting you out my sight again."

Rhys rolls his eyes. "C'mon, let's get you to bed and into some pajamas."

As Rhys pulls Jack to his feet, the room's door is suddenly opened. The pair freeze as they're met with a new pair of eyes.

"Ah, I fucking knew you two were shagging somewhere," Zane laughs smugly, crossing his arms. "About time, too." Then he notices the icing smeared over Jack's face. "Jack, buddy, your sweet tooth is getting outta hand if you're scoffing down while Rhys plows you."

Jack sighs, much to Rhys' amusement. "Always appreciate the support, Zane."

Zane salutes theatrically. "You need a hand escorting fatty over here, boy-o?"

Despite Jack's offence, Rhys nods. "If you could. He is kinda heavy-"

"Oh so much for liking me getting fat!"

Rhys places a kiss to Jack's cheek. "I love you getting fat."

Jack raises a brow but can't help smiling. "Yeah...I love you too, kiddo."

..........

(WOW THIS ENDED UP BEING SO MUCH FUCKING LONGER THAN I PLANNED, ITS NOT A "FIC" BUT THIS IS A BIT MORE THAN JUST AN IDEA, HUH!!!!!!!)

[bxbblegumprincex]

1-800-Cum-For-Me

Part 1 | Kenma x Fem!Reader

i would write a gn!reader but i suck. also this one's dedicated to my friend who needed help sexting, amen. reblog to help a gurl out or whatuva

if someone told you you’d be a content creator on OnlyFans a month ago, you would’ve laughed at them. there was no way that was going to happen. you were a student at a reputable university, with a solid GPA. professors loved you, and classmates often came to you for help. you were a model student, there was no reason for you to get an OnlyFans.

yet, you were curious. and curiosity led you here.

you didn’t know what compelled you to actually press post. you blamed it on your now ex, who decided to body-shame you when you sent him a nude that he asked for. rage brew in your chest and right after you cussed him out for it, you had pressed post.

if you’re being honest, you didn’t expect your post to gain that much traction in just a few hours. you didn’t expect that just a month later, you’d have 100k followers. you didn’t expect you’d be celebrating by auctioning a phone call, but here you are.

of course you have to get comfortable. you begin by setting up your laptop and camera. placing them in just the right angle so that it catches your reflection off the mirror behind you, but the equipment stays hidden. you put on a lace masquerade mask. then, you press ‘stream’.

“hi,” you purr, “are you guys ready for tonight’s event?”

there must be just a few hundred viewers, but the comments are flooding. but one particular user stands out: KennyBoi5. it’s such a dumb name, but he was your first follower. he clearly has money, with the way he keeps dropping hundreds into your PayPal everytime you upload something. sometimes, he even transfers money out of nowhere.

"well, ladies and gents," you say, picking up your wand, "let the bids begin."

as soon as you pressed the wand to your clit, you moan. your eyes flicker to your laptop where several people have started to bid already. you wait for KennyBoi5 to place a bid but he's nowhere to be seen.

you push your disappointment to the side and start fingering yourself. you get to two fingers when KennyBoi5 makes an appearance.

$450, just a little higher than the last highest. you pout.

on the other side of the screen, Kenma is palming his cock on one hand, the other hovering above his keyboard to extend the bid when it was starting to look like someone else might have you.

he doesn't know why he's choosing to spend his Friday night watching an OnlyFans stream when Hinata had invited him to drinks. he doesn't know why he's hard looking at a stranger pleasure herself. he doesn't know why he's determined to be the highest bidder.

for a whole hour, the bids keep coming and coming. you have moved to a plain dildo now, gently rocking yourself back and forth. you've been edging yourself for so long, you think you'd come from just a tap to your clit.

"alright folks, bidding will end in 10, 9-," you start counting down, and watch as the remaining bidders race. $5500, $6000... Finally, just as you finish, the number turns $10,000, highest bidder: KennyBoi5.

Kenma releases a reliefed sigh and loosens the harsh grip on his cock. he throws his head back, and closes his eyes. he briefly contemplates leaving you with the money when his screen lights up with a call from you. without hesitation, he accepts the call.

the first thing he heard is your moan, loud and desparate. then, a whine.

"please kenny, can i cum? i'm too sensitive, please..."

Kenma groans, "no."

your thighs clench at the voice, gravelly, as if experiencing the same torture you're experiencing.

"please, sir. let me cum..."

"no," Kenma chuckles, "i'll let you cum when i want you to."

your eyes roll back. you curse under your breath. his voice and dominant tone is working you up, and you can't do anything but whimper.

"put your phone on speaker and close to your pussy. let me hear it," he commands.

you moan, shakily placing your phone right under your pelvis. you thrust the dildo faster into you so he can hear every sound.

"good girl. good litle girl."

"please sir, i really want to cum," you cry out as tears pour down from the overstimulation. "please, my legs are shaking, my pussy's twitching, it hurts, please i-"

"that's not my problem, is it?" Kenma asks as he strokes his cock fast.

you sniff, "i was rooting for you, you know? i wanted you to bid the highest. wanted to spend alone time with you."

Kenma can't help but moan. "is that right? then we should savor this moment, shouldn't we? we should make this even longer."

"no please. i haven't cum in over an hour. been waiting for you to let me cum. please, let me cum."

Kenma's hands stroke his cock faster, "tsk. fine," he sneers but even he can't last longer. "cum, cum for me, y/u/n."

with a strangled cry, you cum. your hips lift off the ground as you start squirting.

"nghh, i'm squirting. i'm squirting-"

Kenma growls at the sounds you are making, with a few final thrusts he shoots his load on his laptop screen, until your profile picture is covered with his cum.

"thank you, sir," you giggle.

Kenma can't help but smile. "you did good, y/u/n. i'm looking forward to more of your content."

you blush, "of course.."

the two of you end the call and go to sleep for the night. but not before masturbating to the thought of each other again.

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[cheerfulmelancholies]

The Moment Everything Changes

A little excerpt from my wip, The Set Up.

This will probably happen in some form or another waaayy into the story, possibly near the end? I haven't actually done anything for this in the proper order. I wrote one chapter so far, then another that cuts straight to the titular set up taking place, then this, followed by a whole bunch of random notes and snippets. So... spoilers, I guess?😅

Warnings: depression, abuse, hinted suicide attempt

Here we go:

Felix all but threw himself at her then, getting so close their noses were almost touching. He saw nothing but red and those cold eyes.

“You gonna kiss me again like that time in sixth grade?” she asked his face.

The red pulled out of his vision and any residual anger he felt was frozen with her stare. He backed away and slumped onto his bed across the room, refusing to make eye contact.

“I hate you, you know that?” he said after a long pause.

“You’ve made it abundantly clear and I’m not an idiot.” She closed her eyes and stretched out on her back with her arms resting behind her head. She opened them to stare at the ceiling.

“You just sit there and deflect everything I throw at you. It’s like you really just don’t care,” he went on, glaring at the side of her face. There wasn’t even a single taut muscle; she was as expressionless as ever. “You know, when we were kids, I used to think you had some sort of invulnerable armor. It used to keep me up at night wondering how the hell you managed to pull it off. What did you have that I didn’t?”

Maya felt her lips tug downwards at the harshness of his tone.

Felix didn’t notice. “Now I know that was never the case. You’re just a void. A… a black hole that sucks everything in and can’t be bothered to let anything out. You’re the embodiment of emptiness.”

She said nothing, the only sound coming from the storm outside. She focused in on the rain pelting the roof in an attempt to maintain her calm. She thought about the other campers and how they’d been lucky enough—smart enough—to have known about the storm so they could leave on time.

Felix scoffed at her. “I bet even your parents don’t know what to do with you.”

“It’s better than what yours want with you,” she said suddenly.

He looked at her in slight surprise before responding. “I strike a nerve there?” he asked with a sneer.

“You think you’ve got it so well-hidden,” she went on, closing her eyes once more. “You want your dad’s approval so badly.”

His shoulders tensed. “Someone’s salty.”

“Isn’t that why you hopelessly toil away with your wannabe startup? You know, the one you have no interest in doing? Entrepreneurship,” she stressed. Though she wouldn’t look at him, she knew what her words were doing. “You think if you can succeed then he’ll finally pay attention to you. Maybe he’ll even say he’s proud to call you his son. He might even tell you he loves you.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” he snapped, the crack in his voice betraying him. “You don’t even know how to feel your own emotions. What the hell do you think you know about mine?”

“It must be nice having someone who’s at least willing to give you that sort of attention.”

His anger simmered down again as her voice faltered. Despite the darkness created by the storm, he could just make out the twitches in her face. He could just barely hear her breath shake over the rain.

“You’re lucky in that regard, Felix. You’ve got something to work for.”

All the anger was gone. “I, um… Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked awkwardly, rubbing an elbow.

She faced him. “Depends if you’re interested in listening.”

He couldn’t say he was shocked at how quickly she pulled her mask back together. What shocked him was how nonchalant she was about it. It was as though, in her mind, hiding one’s true feelings was the social norm. The more he thought about it, the more the pieces came together.

“Something happened to you, didn’t it? Is that why you dropped out of high school at the last second?”

“A lot of things happened back then, Felix, and most had been going on well before that point.”

He met her stare, feeling guilty. “…I’m… sorry.”

“Why? It’s not like you had anything to do with it.”

“Didn’t I? All that time I spent harassing you, tormenting you, all so I could get under your skin. Didn’t that make it worse for you?” He broke eye contact with her. He felt miserable for never having noticed. Maya wasn’t a freak; she was hurting and alone and he’d only isolated her more for it.

“You didn’t make it worse for me, Felix.” She sat up and crossed her legs. “If you want the truth… You actually made things interesting for me. I felt better, being able to snap at you. I couldn’t say or do stuff like that at home, but you made it so easy for me in school. It was nice being able to let it out. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for using you like that.”

Felix stared at her, perplexed. His heart beat quickly. “I don’t understand. You mean, you were never actually angry at me?”

She shook her head. “Sometimes you crossed a line, but most times I was more amused than anything. I just didn’t show it. Since we’re having some sort of heart-to-heart right now, I guess I should tell you that I’ve always been thankful for the interaction.” She huffed out a laugh. “You’re about the only one I feel comfortable interacting with.” The window proved to be a marvelous distraction.

Felix didn’t know how to respond to that, so he joined her in staring at the window as rainwater slid down it.

“...I always had to be perfect. I always had to follow all the rules. So many rules… I could never keep track. I always slipped up, did something wrong.” She wasn’t sure if she was speaking to Felix or just relishing in getting it out of her system. In any case, there was no stopping it now. “I wasn’t allowed to have opinions, I got in trouble for showing the wrong emotions at the wrong time. If I so much as took it upon myself to do something that wasn’t asked of me, I got in trouble for it.”

Felix’s stare made her uncomfortable so she fell back onto the cheap mattress and faced the wall. It had nothing to do with the tears threatening to fall, she told herself.

“It was tiring, having to always be a living doll. So, when you started messing with me, I took it as an opportunity. I held back at first, and when nothing happened—when I didn’t get in trouble for barking back at you—I let it out. I used you as my emotional punching bag. I wanted you to get annoyed with me because I wanted to egg you on. I wanted to goad you into starting things so I could use you as a release.” She sighed. “It was an awful thing to do to you and I’m sorry.”

Felix’s chest tightened at just how broken she sounded. Part of him wanted her to switch back to her monotone and fire off some back-handed insult just so he could fall into his usual rhythm around her. He hadn’t missed the way she avoided describing how she was punished, the way she simply referred to it as ‘getting into trouble.’ As if she’d only been put on time out.

“You’re not wrong about me not knowing how to handle my own emotions. I’ve never been able to growing up. Now that I am…”

“Wait.” He felt sick at the realization. “Wait, wait… What do you mean ‘growing up?’” His panic rose as he faced the silence, rain merely white noise. “How long have you… Has this been happening your whole life?” He heard more than saw her shrink in on herself atop the sheets. “Maya…”

“I couldn’t take it anymore, Felix. Even you weren’t enough. It was just too much.”

“How could your parents do that?” he asked, disgusted. “What the fuck, Maya, they should be in jail or something.”

“It wasn’t my parents, it was my aunt.”

“…What?”

“Mom and Dad were always too busy for me. Mom had her travel agency and Dad had his real estate business… They couldn’t exactly bring me everywhere. They were going to hire a nanny, but then Mom’s sister stepped in, and offered to do it for a fraction of the price. Neither of them thought anything of it. Dad assumed it was her family being nice, and Mom forgot all about the whole ordeal with my grandparents’ will.

“When they died, they left everything to my mother. Her sister got nothing, just like she deserved. Wretched woman. I hope she burns alive.” Years later and her animosity still flared. Revealing everything tore open freshly-healed wounds and left them feeling raw and exposed. It hurt, but it was also cathartic. “She did this.”

The mattress sunk and before she could react Felix had leaned over and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly. She squirmed a bit before giving up on both escaping his grasp and stopping the floodgates.

Felix said nothing as Maya began sobbing, just held her and let her get it out. “I’m so, so sorry, Maya,” he whispered. “You didn’t deserve that. And you can say what you want, but you didn’t deserve the things I said to you.” He knew his words hurt her. All the times he called her a freak, an abomination, a failure of a human being—hell, he was pretty sure there was a point in time where he’d told her to off herself. Right around their end-of-year trip to D.C. back in the eighth grade…

“Maya,” Felix said suddenly, giving her a gentle nudge. He listened to her as she calmed down, breathing becoming a bit less erratic. “Maya, please tell me you didn’t… I didn’t… Back in eighth grade…”

“I had a nervous breakdown. I had spent so long trying to tell them, but she kept getting around me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I-” She choked on another sob. “It was stupid, I was stupid.”

He wanted to throw up. “I’m so sorry. I never should have said that to you.”

“You didn’t know.”

“But still-!”

“And it wasn’t like I hadn’t already been considering it.”

[ofthescrolls]

THERE WAS LITTLE THAT C.Y. ACTUALLY HAD DONE THAT HE WAS ACCUSED OF. Morbidly-inclined was one that was of a complicated sort; stealing from ancient coffins was one thing, but destroying said evidence was another.

There were very real reasons he was wanted and not just for mere Thievery.

Murder was another thing, but only because he had become sloppy in a heist. It wasn't as extravagant as stealing an elder scroll or breaking into the White-Gold Tower, but he was sure those of Summerset were extremely angry. Not to mention, that was sure the Thalmor had a massive bounty on him by now.

"That's," he says, chuckling for a moment, "better than most. I might not look like many things, but perhaps I am none of them or all of them. If I take off this mask, it won't change things." Not to mention that doing so wouldn't make much of a difference. Fate aside, there was little that could change his path now - even if he wanted to.

"And trust me, it most likely would be in a box for all to see. Protected so greatly that it would be a great feat for anyone to claim it as their own." Perhaps that was what could happen even now. That when C. Y. became too tired or frustrated, he would throw it all away. In turn, there was no doubt in his mind that he would return to claim it once again - though, the success no doubt would vary on his mood.

"I'd rather avoid it at all costs. I haven't stepped foot there in years." Nor did he plan to in all reality, it would have to be a cold day in Oblivion before he stepped foot there ever again. He did not want to deal with the freezing temperatures for who knew how long.

A small snort escaped escaped him at the comment about those who were in-between. Tricky was not exactly the correct word for it, but there were many who wanted his head attached to the mask. Maybe even Nocturnal herself. Though, he doubted Nocturnal would send people after him directly - at least during the current state of affairs, but he had been wrong before.

His eyes shift over to the merchant, who he would no doubt be taking stock of later. It was never too early nor too late to make plans for a massive heist.

Though, it was more like making every merchant in the settlement bleed dry.

Something that would cause chaos, but by the time anyone noticed? He'd be long gone. That was, if things went according to plan, which given his recent track record would.

"Mmm," he mutters, wondering if he shouldn't have swiped a few things while the merchant was busy for a few moments, but then he spoke again increasing his pace just slightly. "I never can pass up a drink." Though, it was mostly because someone else bought it for him. If it was any other time, he would have avoided it all together, but mostly because of the time he got into a drinking contest and woke up in the Cidhna Mine and only later found out that it was because he stole someone's goat.... among other things.

"Besides, I will be here for a while. Might as well enjoy the sights as I can. Before someone shows up wanting my head." A truth, which C.Y. would without a doubt defend, even if it was unlikely someone would try to come after him without just cause. "Or you know, get thrown in a cell for looking at a guard wrong."

NOSE CRINKLING AT THE BRIDGE, Ariveth's expression carries equal parts revulsion and amusement. "Ah, yes. The morbidly-inclined." She knows few would feel the same, but that was just a given when it came to her possession of what was considered a rather sick sense of humour. "Well, rest assured you don't look like a corpse fucker to me."

The thing certainly would've gone for a decent sum. She imagined the guild would've spared no expense in particular to get their hands on it, though then the issue would've been who was permitted to wear it, if at all. "Better worn by you than sitting on some shopkeeper's shelf."

Ariveth snickers at that summation of Winterhold's unique prison. "I can attest to that frozen hell." It had been one of the few times she'd served her sentence in full, preferring the cage inside to the prospect of facing the dangers outside in prison rags. "The atronach on guard is decent company, though."

She hums, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Those in-betweens are certainly tricky." She counts coin out of her pouch and sweeps it over the table toward the merchant, swiping a bottle of sujamma in exchange with an obliging nod. She looks over at her new acquaintance, then jerks her head lightly eastwise. "C'mon then, C.Y. Drink's on me. If it's your first time here, y'gotta watch the sun set from up on the Bulwark, and there's nothing better than a bit of sujamma while you do it."

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 8 Damian x reader

The school is shut down for a week ironically because of an attack by The Joker and Two-Face, that Robin and his team took down. The teachers sent out a notice with homework attached and told us to stay inside. Nightmare came back somewhere in the morning I couldn't tell the time because I apparently fell asleep along with Boy Wonder before the end of season 1 of The Highlander. I gently placed him down on the couch, gotten dressed, and made some breakfast, I only had eggs so I made some scrambled and put them on a plate for him and me. Nightmare got the last of the bacon. I put a plate over Robins while I ate mine sitting at the small table in the kitchen going over my homework. Sadly I finished my homework before my eggs and they have gone cold. I silently morn my eggs eating the cold carcass. "You stare any harder at that screen and you might break it." I jump, my head shoots upwards and I sigh, but then my eyes drop on my cat. My jaw drops the furball is purring in the arms of a masked stranger who is petting his head. Robin was petting my cat holding him like a baby and the demon is purring. Robin still had his eyes, and limbs not even a bite mark was seen on his skin.

"You traitor, you barely know him." I playful scold the feline, he meows nuzzling his face in Robin's chest.

"Your monster seems friendly."

"Nightmare looks like he's been introduced to catnip."

"Just a few scratches here and there." He smirks taking a seat next to me."Thank you for breakfast."

"Mhm." I turn back to the screen, "Will you be going back today Robin?"

"I might."

"Hmm." I finish the last problem for today closing the device, "Well I have to go to work, your welcome to stay if you want." I smooth out my clothes tossing one last look at the melting ball of fur. I quirk an eyebrow but move out to the door. I stop Halfway through the doorway and look back putting on my meanest face. "If you break a single window in my home I will find where ever you are and break you. Bye Nightmare, love you, I'll be back in a few hours."

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"Nightmare! I'm back!" my keys skitter across the floor but no black fur is seen. He's still in the arms of Robin though it's not Robin, Green eyes. My stomach sinks and my mouth goes dry. "Damian?" His is just as much shock as me, he puts down Nightmare and rushes to me the door slams behind me. And I'm being dragged then forced to sit, his hands grip my shoulders. "Your early, why did you arrive early, you not supposed to be back for another half hour." I hardly heard him, I scold myself now realizing the obvious. Why else would Nightmare feel comfortable around him he had been here before multiple times noticed how I treated Damian and that's why he was a purring mess in his arms. I said be nice to him when he was over not Robin, but of course, they smell the same Nightmare associated with both people. I should have spotted it sooner, the voice, the height, the tone of his speech. Dear God, I can mom telling how oblivious, like she did when she won Clue. It was right there, he asked the right question and baited me for answers. I don't know why this is a shock to me. Now that I think of it I have to stop myself from laughing

"What the hell," my voice quivers. "Damian, Damian Wayne. You help Gotham." I start snickering, pulling my hand over my face. I throw my head back laughing then fall over to the side. "Nightmare you knew didn't you! Haha, that's why you were you were melting like butter."

"Your laughing!"

"Did you assume I wouldn't!" I wheeze, my breath nearly coming out to form words. "I can imagine you fighting, but saving people that's something else entirely."

"Do you think so little of me?" He sounds disappointed.

"I don't mean it to offend you but what else can I say. I didn't expect this." I sit up, clearing my throat and looking him dead in the eye. "Can I just call you Damian now, or do I still have to you different names."

"Why aren't you more surprised?"I Smile sadly.

"I thought you would have read up on me, do you know who killed my parents that day at home." He stiffens, he opens his mouth but continues. "My Father's sister, my aunt, killed them both during dinner. All because my mother wouldn't let her see those journals you asked about. After that it many people took off their masks."

"That's all it took?"

"What should it take, she killed her own brother because she didn't get confidential knowledge. To be honest, I don't really care anymore."

"You need professional help." I shrug.

"Probably, but getting sessions is expensive and I don't enjoy answering "and how are you feeling?" questions. I had enough of that already from everyone else."

"Where's your brother, Emil?" I feel myself frown.

"He's with someone I trust, I can't tell you who, sorry."

"The file says you died, you also made a miraculous recovery, recovery from what?"

"I prefer not to answer that question, It's rather personal." I don't want to explain that either, I know the doctor was shocked to see me come back. They had to call the professor to have him take me and my brother. After that this entire fiasco.

"You know I'll find out either way."

"Listen, I don't know how I made it, I was tortured by my she who will not be named and left for dead. I prayed for anyone and everyone who would hear me, someone did, the police found me and I was rushed to the hospital. I decided to take a nap, and I woke up to the sound of Emil crying. He cried, even more, when I woke up, screaming even, the good doctor nearly fainted. I was plugged into wires of all sorts, and my uncle was holding a plug, I assume he pulled, tackled me. My body lit up in pain and felt like I was run over, the next I am separated from my family and rushed into a place where they check on me every three months. At least I got to choose the place, they pay for the school, and I cover everything else." I give in, it feels nice to tell someone, something even if it's not the whole truth. But it seems to shut him up. "Please don't go looking for Emil, they haven't caught my aunt yet. I don't know if she's looking for them next, I would prefer not to stand over another grave knowing she got them too." I stare at him gauging his reaction, his face is still stone, unmoving in the uncomfortable silence. I pick up Nightmare, who has been rubbing against my leg for a bit, and scratch his head as he wants.

"Fine, I won't push further but I have terms."

"Really?" What would he need terms for?

"1, you don't reveal my identity to anyone. 2, you will not acknowledge that you know my family’s identities. 3, I come whenever I like as Robin or as Damian. 4, I add terms whenever I please."

"Why would I agree to any of that? I'm the one who has your identity." He smiles.

"Because I will tell Batman this information, and he doesn't talk as kindly to people hiding something. You obviously still are, but for now, I'll let it slide I'm sure by now you've decided to watch the news, so you know what he does." I gulp, I did see his more recent victim and he looked traumatized.

"Alright fine, but I binge so if you fall asleep tough luck, I'm not going back."

"Fine," he reaches back and pulls out his mask which he puts back on, walking out to the kitchen. "I back in a bit, pull out your couch bed while I'm gone. I will be staying here a while." I get up after him.

"Hey, that offer is for when I thought you were some homeless bums who fights crime, gets money from villain's wallets. You have a perfectly good bed at home!" He turns back one foot on the railing and a grappling hook in hand. "Term 6, I will stay as long as I like." he jumps off like before, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Bastard! I need my alone time!" He's gone I don't even know if he heard me. I grumble pulling out the spare sheets and blankets to set up the bed. "He better be paying rent, smug rich kid."

"Meow." Nightmare looks over at the window Robin left of.

"Yes, he's coming back."

"Meow"

"No, I'm not going tell him, not until I have to."

"Merrow"

"Shut up." I kick the side of the couch holding the two large cushions that lay on it, the bed springs out and makes a satisfying thud on the floor. "Go and see if the data has finished downloading, then put it back in the box I'll make you something in a how you feel about tuna our downstairs grandparents gave me a can."

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The sheets are made, the cat is fed and now I am going over how I was going to cover for another person. How much would he eat, can he survive on pastries, ramen, and eggs. How long was he staying, would his family come asking about him seeing as he was here before. At both times, when he broke my window, and when they came for coffee.

"Hey, open the door." The voice is cold but still recognizable. I get up slowly taking my time getting there along with opening the door. He hurries in, dressed in some normal-ish clothes that still look expensive, but he still dressed like he came out of a photo shoot. He not only has a suitcase but some grocery bags, I frown at those. He seems to notice because he forgets his suitcase and charges into the kitchen. "Hey!"

"Y/N I am not eating ramen and eggs for god knows how long. I will cook a decent meal and you will have something healthy."

"How did you know I only had eggs and ramen?"

"I went through your fridge," He places a bag of tomatoes in the bottom drawer where I see green onions and various other veggies.

"I make stir-fry once a month, you have bought enough greens and reds to make that for two weeks. I don't even have rice."

"You don't like it when people spend money on you, do you?"

"I don't need other people's money," He opens his mouth, but I stop him raising a finger cutting him off. "And before you mention Molly, she remains the exception. Not that me telling her not to stops her."

"And why is that." He stops putting the food in the fridge.

"Because I've been friends with her longer," I look back at his bags and frown. "How long do you plan on staying again."

"For as long as I please."

"Won't they come looking for you? Your family I mean, the Detective stops by almost every day."

"Grayson won't be a problem, I left them a trail that leads to several other places." He stuffs the last of the food in the fridge, getting up and looking out the balcony window. "Should take a long while." I can hear the smugness in his voice.

"Your happy you tricked your brothers aren't you." He turns around forcing himself to frown but the corners of his lips twitch.

"Ho, you're a bastard Wayne."

"You're really gonna curse me?"

"You didn't tell me I couldn't Damian." I grab my computer and open Hulu putting on Star Trek; Next-generation where I left off. "Hope you enjoy space adventure, because I'm not starting this over its seven seasons and 4 movies. I'm halfway through season 3, if you want context just ask." I glance up signaling that I am waiting for a response, he leans on the wall in front of my kitchen. I can't read his face, but his face of neutral displeasure wasn't much better. "So, your done feeling good about yourself, or is there something else you need."

"It's been something I've been wondering for a while now, those iridescent pieces you fed me."

"Part of my mother's work." Not a complete lie,

"Was that what those missing journals about?"

"No." More of a lie but not wrong. He groans anyway, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, you really like to cut in deep and waste time. Just come here and watch some Star Trek with me I need someone else to groan in pain about Counselor Troy's and Will Riker's on and off slow burn romance." Begrudgingly he walks over plopping down next to me.

"Your tastes in tv are odd."

"You have no idea, my tastes in something go everywhere, after this and Highlander I have several old cartoons next. First, I might have to gather what you know about the Quack pack, Goof troop, Ducktales, and all that pizazz. Though I have a feeling that you would like Darkwing Duck more, or it could possibly be too relatable." He gives me a look.

"How could I relate to a duck?"

"We are a long way from that now, at the moment we must bear witness to Captain Picard and his adventures commanding the USS Enterprise."

"Has anyone told you how unbelievably weird you are?"

"Sir, you have entered my life for what looks to be the long run. You will experience the kind of weirdness only Molly has ever seen. But now that you are basically my roommate you might see more." I pat his shoulder. "So, buckle up, because this is now you've got a seat on this roller-coaster, and you can't get off till the car reaches a complete stop. Now can we please get back to the show I want to see some cosmic action?"

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"Was that a statement or a question?"

"He can achieve the perception of feeling with a chip that goes into his hyper-advanced brain, lets his brother take it but can't make his own."

"I lent you my computer to catch up to where I left off for one night and that's what you're hung upon."

"Yes," his eyes look serious while he shoves some oatmeal in his mouth. "You are the one who can't stand the slow burn."

"Touche."

Before we got to the last season, Damian had asked he could see the rest of the show before the finally. I didn't expect that he would binge because it was a weekend, he even made extensive notes on character weakness. He still went out on patrol every night but came back with no one tailing him. That's what he says at least. He looks tired, with bags under his eyes and just lacking energy altogether.

"While I'm at work please go to sleep, you look like you fought an energy vampire and lost."

"I wouldn’t have lost to a vampire, they’re not that hard to kill.”

“But they drink blood they need to get close; energy vampires are more psychic they don’t even have to be a real monster.” He stops eating/

“How so?”

“They could be emotionally, physically, and mentally draining people. You know like Deity Skimmer, the girl in our science class. You can’t kill the energy-sucking vibes she gives off, can you.” He snorts behind his hand.” I mean it, even creatures of the night need sleep.” I drop my dishes off in the sink. I walk off to the door putting on my boots, I hear the chair slide and I feel his judging eyes digging holes in the back of my skull.

“Once again your conditions said nothing about teasing you, suck it up.” He scoffs. “I’ll be back around 5, don’t break any more windows while I’m gone.” I close the door before I hear any remarks once more about the incident. Though I laugh to myself, I straighten out my outfit and head down to the wonderful smells of the coffee shop. I walk slowly down the stairs looking out to the crowd that had been seated in the lounge. My managers were out by the couches talking to one of the regulars. Pull me behind the counter and relieve my coworker Meg, she looks exhausted and excuses herself. She takes what I assume is her coffee and puts away her apron and rushes out the door. I finish out what she didn’t clean and wait for anyone to come up to the counter. *Ring* though it is loud I hear the bell for the door ring.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, I need to clean the nozzle here.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.” I flinch but catch myself, so it looks like I flicked something. I turn around with the best smile I can pull off. The sleep-deprived brother of Damian, peers at me from under his hair a frown tugging on his face.

“Oh hey! You came here with detective Grayson last time. Is there anything you would like?”

“Coffee.”

“Any particular kind?”

“Anything that will keep me from sleeping on this counter.” He knocks on the surface twice.

“I Can recommend our D&D potion bottle, it’s a personal favorite of the owners.”

“Why not, how much?” He fumbles around for his pockets, I stop him.

“How about, I make get it for you, and then you pay.” He brings his hands back on the counter and nods.

“I will only be a few minutes, please make yourself comfortable.” I pull out the ingredients for our powerful concoction, the pho fried ice cream, a large potion bottle with a straw, and 20-sided dice. I place the potion bottle in front of him and the ice cream but hand him the dice. He stares at the shiny plastic unmoving.

“I would roll that.” He does what I say and lands on a nine. “Well, sir after this one you can either have another potion or chose two desserts of any kind from our display or menu.” He takes a sip from the straw rather slow; his eyes perk up a bit.

“How Much did you say this was?”

“Oh! That will be $9.23?” He pulls out the exact amount, and I put it away in the register, placing it in the compartment marked D&D.

“And I would like another one of these to go.”

“Sure, would you like it now or before you go?”

“Well now should be nice, I’m leaving in just a bit.” I pull out a cup that is relatively the same size as the potion bottle. I go to give him his cup and notice that he finished the bottle and ice cream. Confusion hits me, but I don’t stare too long to turn to clean the mess. “Have you seen Damian at all?” And there it was.

“No, not since the Gala? Did something happen?”

“There was a…disagreement so he ran out, but if you see him,” He handed me a piece of paper with a string of numbers and an email. “Tell me. That is my number and email.” He does not say anymore and walks out the door, the bell signaling his departure.

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When I got back, I told Damian what happened, he isn’t pleased and is currently pacing the floor.

“My guess is that he knows.” I sigh over my tea and stare sadly at the replaced window.

“No doubt.”

“You know I was rather hoping not to be having another visit from the Batman. What will happen when they find out that I know about the caped crusader thing.”

“He’ll either force into secrecy, turn you into a child crusader, or confine you to the manor.”

“So in other words no privacy.”

“None.”

“As lovely as that would be you told me this was temporary, so why can’t you go back?”

“At the Gala I was supposed to keep you entertained at the table so that we could trap you into to talking about those journals.” I knew it.

“So, you lied to me.” I look at him, faking shock and betrayal.

“It was for the sake of the investigation; I didn’t think that I would end up-.” He examines my expression and face palms. “What’s wrong with you.”

“I like to call it “I laugh in the face of danger” Syndrome, in a moment of despair I crave comedy.”

“You're worse than Grayson.”

“I like him, so I’ll let this one slide.” I sip the warm liquid feeling soothed at the pumpkin spice. “What are you going to do now?” Nightmare jumps on the table noticing my concern and waiting for his answer from me. He walks to the corner where he put his bag then went to the closet pulling out my suitcase. He then grabs his outfit Robin outfit from the coat rack and his other materials. “Get packed, we’re leaving. I’ll grab Nightmare’s things gab whatever you need. And I mean need, don’t pick it up unless it’s necessary.”

“What? I can’t just leave, what about my job? School?!” He Pulls out my backpack and puts some food in it. “Damian!”

“Just trust me, I’ll take care of it! I don’t want you tangled up in my family’s nonsense.” He looks at me something odd swirling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Fine,” I grab my suitcase and pack my box and my compiece which hasn’t gotten back to me on its progress. I throw a few sets of clothes. I open the box to make sure the journals, the scales, and everything else, then I hide it under the clothing and my laptop in the front pocket. I thank myself for making sure to get a suitcase that has a double use as a backpack. In the living room, Damian is all packed the bag is strapped across his chest and he’s holding Nightmare.

“Let’s go.” He hands me Nightmare and pulls me to the balcony. He pulls out and belts with a ring pultruded out on one side swiftly put it around me connecting the loop to his belt. “Hold on tight, and don’t let go till I tell you.” I Sling an arm around him and grip on to Nightmare, he doesn’t hesitate and shoots across the balcony with his grappling gun. I screw my eyes shut. And wait to stop, my heart beats wildly in my chest Nightmare begins purring maybe in hopes to soothe me. I feel something wrong, but it would mean I was away from the Crows. I’m running again, even if it’s not me who chose this it still feels wrong. Because in the direction he’s going it seems that we were leaving Gotham. And for some reason, I feel like it would be a while before I returned.

[stay-tinystars]

Colors: Masquerade

Ship: Hyunjin x Fem reader

Non idol au, Soul Mate AU

Warnings: sarcasm, bitter feelings, tripping over things, slight hitting/slapping (nothing violent), Chan is a tease, reader is implied to be older, I think that's it.

Word count: 4.2 k

A/N: So I wanted to write something for Hyunjins birthday. I always have been intrigued by Soul mate AUs so I wrote one. I haven't seen this one done before, so I hope you all like it. I plan on doing a one shot for each SKZ member for this AU. So some skz members will feature slightly in this and future stories. The series will be called Colors.

I hope you enjoy! And Happy birthday to Hyunjin! He is amazing, talented, and just drop dead gorgeous! Happy 21st international birthday! --story published Mar 19 2021 6:00pm MDT

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Most people couldn't wait to meet their soulmate. The one person who would change not only your life, but your eyes.

Everyone was born with two different colored eyes, they say those colors determined your childhood. Overall they generalized the colors; Blues usually meant they were inspired kids, inspiring themselves and others to do great things. Green meant they had luck on their side. Brown had resilient personalities, bringing a sense of dependability to others. Purples were very independent and creative. Grays had a sophistication that most children lacked. And so on and so forth. By the time you reached middle school everyone knew what their exact eye colors meant, and some say it predicted how you would find someone.

Eyes however didn't remain two separate colors your whole life. Once you met your soulmate they changed almost in an instant, color shifting for a few seconds until your eye color perfectly matched that of your mates. Some say time seemed to stop once they noticed their mates' eyes changing, but one thing was for sure no one felt their eyes change color, the only thing they usually felt was their heart speeding up. 

You originally couldn't wait to find your soul mate. You got caught up in the feeling of it all. You believed he would be everything you wanted and more. During your teens it's all you dreamed about, how you'd meet in some perfect way, how he would sweep you off your feet. However the past few years had made you bitter, watching friend after friend find their mate leaving you in the dust.

"You'll be the same when you find your mate" they would say as you grimaced as they would kiss and cuddle in front of you. Most of those so called friends never invited you to things anymore, because you couldn't relate because you didn't have someone. They said it was because they didn't want you to feel like the third wheel, but mostly you knew it's because they pitied you for not having someone. "It's a shame you don't have anyone, I hope he's still around somewhere"

You were starting to feel like you had some sort of disease, because that's how you were treated by those 'friends'.

Things only felt worse as you stared at the flyer someone slid under your door.

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Hyunjin pov

"Mandatory masquerade spring formal." He read as he lifted the flyer from the pile of mail next to his door. Hyunjin hated these mandatory regional events. At least this one was just a formal instead of a full costume ball, like the last one. The large cities throw these balls, three times a year. Anyone over the age of 20, who hadn't found their soulmate was required to go. This would be his third ball, he hoped it would be his last. Sure he wanted to meet his soulmate, but mostly he wanted all the girls who came to these things to stop throwing themselves at him, staring at his eyes hoping to see a change. Most would find it flattering, in fact Hyunjin did back in high-school he always loved the attention. Curious which girl would try during lunch that day. Now it was getting old, he wanted someone who truly saw his soul, not just his good looks.

Hyunjin sighed as he looked at himself in the floor length mirror, black suit pants, navy silk long sleeve button up with the top three buttons undone. A dark night sky scene was painted on the mask that rested on his nose. His long dark hair pulled away from his face. His eyes unchanged, still two different colors. One burnt umber, the other ocean blue.

He was curious of what color his eyes would change to once he met his soulmate, he heard it depends on how and when they meet.

For instance, his dad had similar eye colors to his before he met mom. They met on a stormy day, each on their way their jobs enjoying the rain. They met while dancing out in the light spring shower while waiting at a crosswalk. Now his parents both had beautiful bright gray eyes, the same color as the storm clouds as they parted for the sun that day.

Would his eyes turn the Navy he had chosen for this dance if he met her tonight? He sighed to himself, shaking his head slightly as he grabbed his things and left his apartment.

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Reader pov.

At least the food they provided at these mandatory balls was delicious, it seemed the only incentive that was worth the trouble of being here. The numerous hors d'oeuvres were delicious, and you had a plate full of all the different types to make sure they still tasted delicious.

Truthfully you hated being here. You had been to too many of these things to count. At this point you wondered if your soulmate was dead, or lost somewhere. Simply because you hadn't met him yet, and it felt as if time was ticking. Maybe that's because your friends all found their mates within the year you all turned twenty. Now here you were five years later, still with miss matched eyes. One pewter gray, one lavender.

You wore the same dress you always did to these balls. At first it made you feel amazing, like a princess. Now it only brought you bitterness. The purple satin that faded to blue, a galaxy made of glitter across the bodice. The mask on your face was silver, making your eyes seem to shine.

"You look bored" a familiar voice got your attention, as he sat at the empty table next to you. Dressed in all black as he usually was. Looking devilishly handsome as always.

"Chan, I'm always bored at these things. You're the only one who talks to me" you sighed leaning on the table as you looked towards him. 

Chan was a god send at these things. He became your friend a few years ago, during one of these balls. His dimples made every girl swoon, it was the first thing you noticed about him, but what made you stay was the wonderful caring conversation that was so rare at these things. He actually wanted friends, not just a soulmate. He was truly a social butterfly.

"Maybe if you leave the table, and stop glaring at anyone who approaches, someone might talk to you." His mischievous eyes of emerald green and royal purple danced beneath his black mask, as he stole some hors d'oeuvres off your plate. Popping one into his mouth.

"Shut up Chan, not all of us are as charming as you!" you playfully hit his arm. He gasped softly and grabbed his arm in fake pain.

"I'm sure you could be somewhat charming. That is, if you took the "F off" stamp off your forehead." he teased making a face at you.

"Very funny" Rolling your eyes, looking back towards your plate of food, then towards the dance floor which was filled with eager young people, all dancing and talking. Switching partners every song or so. You watched as one couple suddenly stopped dancing, their eyes growing large. She squealed, jumping up and down as he hugged her. Another happy couple, another soulmate found.

You wanted to vomit.

"I want to know how neither of us have found our match, we've both been too far too many of these." You groaned, sliding down in your chair. Not caring how unladylike it was. You glanced towards Chan, who was just enjoying watching everyone.

"I suspect my match is elsewhere" his words wise, his eyes looking towards the newest happy couple fondly. "I think they might be at one of these in their own region"

"She probably is cursing your name right now, wondering why you are taking so long to find her." you started.

"Like you are cursing yours right now?" You wanted to smack that smirk off his face.

"Chan you can be infuriating." You stood, smoothing out your skirt. Chan chuckled following you. Knowing you wanted some fresh air.

"Maybe you don't want to crash the next regional dance with me." he nudged you as you both walked around the main crowd, towards the large outdoor balcony.

"Now that is a good idea, I didn't think you had any of those left" you looked towards him with a shocked expression. Your foot caught on something, then someone's body bumped into yours.

That's when you ended up flat on your back, your mask slightly askew.

The music seemed to stop. In fact it had. You looked at your converse clad feet which were tangled in the electrical cords from the DJ booth. Chan was laughing. The DJ scrambled from the booth to fix the electrical situation. You shifted, untangling yourself best as possible from the cords. Muttering a slight apology to the frazzled dark haired man, as he gathered the cords quickly.

"I'm so sorry!" A new voice said as he stumbled to his feet beside you. His navy shirt hanging loosely around him. "I wasn't even looking where I was going," he said, dusting himself off. Then looking at you, and offering a hand.

"It's my fault too, I wasn't looking." You said taking his hand, to help you to your feet. Then glaring at Chan who was beside himself with fits of laughter. "I was too busy chiding my friend" you gestured towards Chan, shaking your head.

"My name is Hyunjin" the handsome man smiled, his mask shimmered as the little iridescent stars caught light.

"Y/N " you said with a slight bow, fixing your mask.

"It's nice to meet you, I haven't seen you here before." he smiled, he was ridiculously attractive.

"Well she's been here, forever" Chan exaggerated as he leaned on your shoulder. You shoved him away.

"Shut up Chan."

"Well you have!" He put his hand up in mock defense.

"I'm so done with you!" You walked away, then turned to Hyunjin and gave a quick wave. He gave a small nod, as a girl approached him tapping him on the shoulder.

You took that as your queue to leave. You felt so done with everything, still hadn't felt that spark everyone gushed about. You felt slightly embarrassed about cutting the music with your own clumsy feet. You made a fool of yourself thanks to Chan, you just knew you needed out.

When you got home you were exhausted, and changed out of your gown, and quickly washed your face then just went to bed.

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Hyunjin

Hyunjin nodded, as the strange but cute girl practically ran away. Feeling a small tap on his shoulder his attention was brought to a girl in a pink poofy ball gown. The music was starting up again, he knew she was going to ask him to dance. Why had he come in from the balcony?

"So I've been watching you all night. And…." Her eyes widened. "What color are my eyes?" She asked quickly, her words stumbling out of her mouth.

"Um.." Hyunjin cocked his brows as he looked closer, kind of confused. "Dark blue, and light green?"

Her face fell, then he saw multiple emotions flash over her face, ending in anger.

"Why are you here if you already have a soulmate? Shouldn't you be with them!" She practically yelled. Hyunjin was confused, as the girl slapped his arm and ran away. What a strange turn of events. First he ran into that girl, Y/n? Now he just got some weird girl thinking he had a soulmate, these balls got worse every time, maybe he would call it a night.

He went to the bathroom, still bewildered by the weird situation that just happened. As he took off his mask he looked in the mirror.

"What the hell?!" He yelled at his reflection, leaning on the counter, getting closer to the mirror. Both ofHis eyes a bright flaming orange. He felt as if he was looking at a campfire in his eyes. His mind started reeling. How had he met his soulmate? He had barely talked to anyone all night, he had hid on the balcony outside for the first hour of this thing, just eating the hors d'oeuvres that were provided. He then came inside to try to make the night worthwhile, and while looking at the decorated ballroom, he ran into someone, literally. That's when it clicked, the girl he literally ran into, it had to be her. She was the only one he talked to!

"Y/N, I've got to find Y/N!" He grabbed his mask and ran out of the bathroom.

Two hours of searching later, Hyunjin sat defeated at a random table. He sat his mask down and slumped in the chair, as he watched happy couples in pairs all around the room. That's what was supposed to be happening to him right now, staring into his soul mates eyes, dancing the night away without a care in the world.

Who had ever heard of a soulmate who didn't know. A soulmate who didn't say anything. These stupid masks, they cover up half your face, distorting the eyes. The dark room. How did they expect people to see the change with those factors?

He always heard that when you saw the change and knew, but he hadn't seen her eyes change, plus she ran off so quickly. Maybe he should've gone after her. No, that would've been creepy, plus he didn't know at the time.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn't even sure exactly what she looked like. That's when he saw his chance. He swears that's Y/Ns friend from earlier, in the all black and black mask talking to the DJ right now. Hyunjin quickly stood and bee lined towards the man in black.

"Excuse me, your Chan right?" Hyunjin said, approaching him.

"Yes, and you're Hyunjin?" The man smiled, as Hyunjin nodded. Chan resumed watching the people on the dance floor in front of him.

"Yeah, I, uh, ran into your friend Y/N earlier" Hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah you did, quite literally." he chuckled, side eying and gently elbowing Hyunjin.

"Well that's the thing. I kind of need to find her."

"Did she break your phone or something?" He asked.

"No, she's kind of my soulmate." Hyunjin blurted.

"What?" Chan choked on air, as his eyes bugged out. He turned and grabbed Hyunjin's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he saw the orange in his eyes.

"She's the first one I talked to tonight at this stupid thing. After hiding on the balcony. I didn't even know it happened til another girl started to flirt with me." Hyunjin now turned his attention to the dance floor.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but she's long gone." Hyunjin felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

"I figured, since I've been looking for her for over two hours" he heard the other male grimace on his behalf.

"So I was wondering if you could help me out. All I know about her is her first name." Hyunjin looked towards his shoes, trying to distract himself with the nice polished shine.

"Well I could help," Chan smirked and Hyunjins head snapped up looking at him, "but I'm not sure I owe Y/N the courtesy of helping her out." Chans mischievous two toned eyes shone playfully.

"I thought she was your friend" Hyunjin was slightly confused, yet again this evening.

"Oh she is, she just owes me after bailing on me tonight." He looked at his phone. "And being as I have no messages from her freaking out. I bet she didn't even notice before she went to sleep"

They exchanged information, Chan excited to be in the middle of this. Curious of how you would react in the morning. Promising Hyunjin to keep him informed.

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Your pov

The blaring alarm on your phone made you groan, you silenced it and rolled back over. Some days you wish you didn't have to work, but being a manager over editing on the largest magazine in the city meant you couldn't miss work. Yet you still fell back asleep.

When your alarm went off to tell you it was time to leave you woke up in a panic. You quickly showered and dressed, grabbing some breakfast then you were out the door, not even bothering with makeup as you were going to be late.

"Oh my gosh! Tell me everything!" Joy, your second in command gushed as you entered the office.

"Nothing out of the ordinary at those stupid balls. Food again was the only reason to attend" you muttered as you set your things down on your desk, and plopped in your chair.

"Obviously that's a lie! Now tell me what really happened!" Joy pestered. Her vivid seafoam green eyes, staring you down. She found her soulmate just after she started working with you, but she always wanted to gossip and talk about those meeting their matches. It intrigued her for some reason.

"I told you everything. I went ate food, watched all the stupid romantic couples, headed outside. Tripped on the cords for the DJ booth then left." You huffed, leaning back. She put her hands on your chair making you face her. You cocked your eyebrows at her.

"You don't know? How can you not know" Her words confusing, and accusing.

"Joy, what are you talking about?" You groaned. She then dug in her purse bringing out her compact.

"I know I didn't do my makeup today." 

"Just look in the mirror"

"But-"

"Just look in the mirror Y/N" you grabbed the compact from her hand and looked at yourself, trying to see what she was talking about. Nothing seemed out of place, you didn't have any bruises from the collision last night. You went to close the mirror when you glimpsed orange. You immediately pulled it back to your face. Eyes wide.

"I…. What?" Your words lost and confused.

"Now tell me about him!" She sat on the edge of your desk looking at you.

"I only talked to Chan last night. And we both know he isn't my match" you sat staring at the mirror in your hand. Going through everything that happened, you grabbed your phone. Quickly texting Chan.

--What color are your eyes???

you hadn't heard of knowing someone for years before they became a soulmate but you had to ask.

"Well you had to have met someone new" she nudged your leg.

"That's the thing, I don't remember talking to anyone else. Just Chan annoying me, then-" the sudden realization hit you. "I ran into someone, literally"

"Of course that's how you would meet your match" she nodded. "You are kind of clumsy"

"Oh hush!" You pushed her slightly, she just laughed.

"So tell me about him"

"Um, he was handsome? I think his name was Hajun? No, Hyunwoo? I don't remember. I was a little frazzled last night. Plus we only talked for a second after we both ended up on the floor" you muttered, leaning back in your chair again looking at the ceiling. When your phone buzzed.

-why are yours perhaps a different color

-say orange? 😏

--Well I never expected you to be my soulmate after all this time….

- what are you going on about? My eyes are still a perfect green and purple.

--Chan what do you know...

- Far more than you think

--Chan tell me! Did you talk to Hyunwoo?

-I don't know a Hyunwoo.

-do you perhaps mean Hyunjin?

-- YES! Hyunjin! Are his eyes also orange

-- dumb question

--you told me orange before I told you what color my eyes are.

-this is actually very entertaining

- you're over thinking everything aren't you.

-- Shut up Chan!

-- Do you have his info

- Maybe, but you told me to shut up so I will!

--Chan! No!

-- Please!

--I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you! I need his number.

- Only if you do something for me

-- I don't like where this is going...

- you never do.

- dinner 6 pm tonight, at Ombu downtown.

- be there and I might give you what you want after you pay for dinner.

-- You only like me for my money

- I have more money than you!

--So you say, but I always pay.

- just meet me at 6.

"So Chan knows who it is, but won't give me his information" you said looking at Joy who was now actually working at her desk. Like you should be.

"Typical Chan, let me guess. Making you buy him dinner in exchange for the information." You nodded. "I swear whoever his soulmate is better cook well, he will do anything in exchange for food" she shook her head.

Work was over soon enough, and so you changed into jeans and a blouse, did a small amount of makeup and headed downtown. Ombu was your typical spot to go with Chan. Delicious Korean barbecue, their meat selections far better than the other places around. Which is why Chan always insisted on going there. 

"Welcome, Y/N! Chan is already waiting for you" Rose the usual hostess said guiding you towards your usual back corner booth, Chan loved this booth, he could people watch and it had the best hot plate.

"Thanks Rose!" You say as she motions towards the table. Your eyes grew as you looked at the table. Not only seeing Chan, but you couldn't stop staring at the orange eyed man next to him. "Hyunjin, right?" You said softly as you took your seat, he nodded a smile came across his face as he stared at you.

You finally started to understand why those couples would just stare into one another's eyes. His eyes were intriguing, bringing you a sense of peace. His eyes looked like the flames of the comforting campfires you enjoyed so much as a child. You almost wanted to just curl up and look in his eyes forever.

"Well, now I can see this is going to be awkward. So I'm just going to order food to get the dinner started" Chan said. You hadn't even realized the waiter had come to the table to take your order.

"Sorry" you and Hyunjin muttered at the same time. Followed by nervous giggles.

"I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," you said to Hyunjin. "Chan wanted dinner in exchange for your information. I didn't think he would bring you"

"Well, I asked him to keep me informed last night, after I couldn't find you. So once he told me you guys were getting dinner I wouldn't let him tell me no" his hand drifted towards yours on the table.

"So you're persistent," you noted.

"Very." He smirked moving closer.

"Look, guys I want dinner. Can't you guys make heart eyes at each other afterwards. I just want to eat. And if this continues, you guys are going to make me sick." Chan groaned.

"I'll try to behave," you said as you reached towards Hyunjins hand, taking it in yours.

"You don't know how to behave." Chan teased. You just rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You usually would say something back, but you were slightly distracted by the soft circles being drawn by Hyunjins thumb on the back of your hand.

Two weeks later you sat in Hyunjins apartment. Cuddling as you watched an action comedy. Your head resting on his chest as his arm draped around you. You started to get to know your match well. You found out he worked at the large musical academy. He taught dance, and music history. He was doing quite well for himself, he had a nice place, a car, and was decently responsible with his money.

Hyunjin was your soulmate, your match. Aside from that first night at ombu with Chan; the two of you did your best not to be disgustingly cute in front of those who didn't have their match yet. Such as his roommate Han, who usually ended up joining the two of you for movie nights.

Truthfully life was good, you felt less bitter about it all. Of course it wasn't perfect, and you still had a lot to learn about the other, but this was what you needed. You needed someone who was whole, who had a kind heart and soul. And that was what you got, it was just a perk that he was ridiculously attractive.

Hyunjin was grateful to have finally found you too. He didn't mind being younger. He loved your caring heart, protected by its sarcastic shell. He couldn't believe he met someone who already had so much drive and compassion. He loved your playful banter with his friends, he was grateful you accepted his friends and did your best to make them comfortable. Plus he couldn't ever take his eyes off of you. In his mind you were perfect in every way, despite the flaws you insisted you had.

He felt lucky being the first of his friends to find his match.

-- Orange meaning: warmth, enthusiasm, success, encouragement, change, determination, stimulation, happiness, fun, sexuality, freedom, expression, and fascination. --

[saeran-imagines]

Did you see the birthday chats from 2019? Specifically the one where Saeran (as "Unknown") invites you to come eat ice cream and watch Netflix with him? Since Saeran's birthday is coming up again, could you write what if MC had taken him up on his offer and gone to meet him? (Jindere has a video of the chats on youtube if you haven't seen it/want a refresher!) I'm obsessed with the idea of this happening and I love your writing so I'd love to read this from you 🥰

Heya! I remember those birthday chats omg, I just had to buy the picture that went along with them when it became available! That and the 707 version are just so pretty, I had them as my desktop background for a good while 🥰

I made this longer than I meant omg! I wanted to get it done in time for his birthday, which, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAERAN !! (and seven too but this blog ain’t about you ❤) I have a bias for the soft Saerans so I didn’t think I’d like writing for Unknown as much as I did, but I had a lot of fun with this 😊 I hope you all like it!

You fiddle with your phone, the broken looking chat room open to “Unknown’s” messages. That hacker… what kind of person is he? There’s no doubt he’s up to no good, but he’s never done anything that would put you in danger. Quite the opposite, actually. You have a feeling he’d rush to your rescue if you found yourself in a bad situation. “It’s my birthday today. Meet me outside the building at 8 and I’ll show you a great time.” Coming from anyone else it’d sound creepy as hell, it should sound creepy as hell, he’s a complete stranger who hacked your phone, but… the feeling of dread you imagine would come before getting axe murdered just isn’t there. And more than that, there’s something in the way he typed, in the long pauses between messages that seemed… lonely. You look at the clock- 7:50. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself up, pull on a coat, and take the elevator down to the first floor. You wouldn’t be able to stand not knowing what might have happened if you didn’t go meet this mystery person. And hey, it could very well be a great time.

You take up a position right outside the building and look around- nobody seems to be here yet. The sun has started its trek downwards, the shadow on the building long enough to reach the other side of the road. It’s a little late to be out. What does he have planned? You take another deep breath and try to relax, worrying won’t do you any good. You check your phone- 7:53. Has it really only been 3 minutes? It feels like you’ve been waiting here for hours. Footsteps followed by a figure rounding the corner next to you cause you to perk up, but another person follows shortly after and you quickly look back down again, dejected. The couple shoots you a suspicious glance, keeping enough distance from you that they end up walking on the road as they pass you on the sidewalk. You must look strange, you realize, fiddling with your thumbs and glancing back and forth in the dark shadow of a building. You sigh, this is a little ridiculous. Just as you’re considering going back inside and forgetting about this whole evening, you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Hey, doll,” a smooth low voice sounds from where your shoulder was tapped, and you whip around to see the source. “You actually came.” You notice his eyes first, a striking minty blue that almost glows in the dim light. Then you notice his white suit that matches perfectly with his hair, pink accents and all. Aren’t hackers supposed to be subtle? The only things about him that match your mental stereotype are the dark circles under his eyes and the mask covering the lower half of his face. Neither detract from his allure, though. He looks like you could find him on the cover of a fashion magazine. He chuckles at your stunned silence. “What, liking what you see?” 

“Ah! Uh-” you stutter out. “You just… weren’t what I was expecting.” You can’t see his mouth under the mask, but you know he’s smirking anyways.

“Oh?” he teases. “And what did you expect?” You try your best to regain your composure. This isn’t the time to be making googly eyes at strangers. God, it’s been way too long since you’ve interacted with someone. You haven’t had the chance to after temporarily moving into that apartment. 

“I don’t know, some weirdo in a ski mask?” you joke, making him chuckle again. You feel yourself starting to relax. He seems like a kind enough person, despite the teasing, and talking to him is comfortable. This night might turn out better than you expected. “So, what are we doing tonight?” 

“Well, I hope you like ice cream. My favorite parlor stays open late, I figured I deserve a birthday treat. You know, since I’ve been such a good boy recently,” he laughs. It’s a giddier laugh than you expected from him, he must have been looking forward to this for a while. He holds out his hand for you to take. “Shall we?” You pause, looking down at his gloved hand. You can feel that this is the last chance you have to change your mind, to take the elevator back up to the apartment and forget about this interaction. Taking hold of his hand would form a contract that binds you to his side for the rest of the night. After a moment of deliberating you grasp his hand, perhaps a bit too tight. You’ve already gotten this far, your curiosity won’t let the night end until you learn more about this strange man. You flash him the most convincing smile you can muster.

“Let’s go.” He weaves you through the city, taking more than a few sketchy shortcuts through alleyways and unexpected detours. He must have to be careful to avoid detection in his line of work, he’s walking as if he’s trying to confuse anyone who might be tracking him. He makes some small talk along the way, prying you for your thoughts about various RFA members and asking you about your life outside the messenger. You learn that he has a bit of a soft spot for Jumin, seeming to appreciate his cold honesty and business oriented mindset. From the short walk you’ve had with this stranger he seems to be the type to prefer fun over work, but you suppose you’ve only seen one side of him. So far, that is. 

You arrive at your destination after around 20 minutes of walking. It’s a small sweets shop painted white and baby blue. A chalkboard sign shows the flavors of the day through the window, around half crossed out due to the business day nearing its end. You feel a light squeeze around the hand that you nearly forgot was being held by the hacker. When you look up at him you can see sparkles in his eyes. When he notices your stare he looks away, is he embarrassed? “Sorry if I startled you, darling.” He apologizes for his sudden excitement, letting go of your hand “My flavor is still in stock,” he says with a smile. “Shall we go inside?” He holds the door open for you and you thank him, walking inside and losing yourself in the sweet scent. 

“Welcome!” the chipper cashier calls out. “Do you two know what you’d like?” Your partner wastes no time in calling out a practiced order, something with mint and a waffle cone that you don’t quite catch as you scan the overwhelming array of colors and flavors. Not wanting to spend too much time gawking, you throw out a fast ‘I’ll have what he’s having’ and make your way towards the counter.

“Good choice,” your partner of the evening says with a grin. You stop him as he starts reaching towards his pocket. He tilts his head at you with a questioning stare.

“It’s your birthday, right?” you state more than ask. “My treat.” You pull out and swipe your card before he has a chance to protest. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, not expecting this act of kindness, but he quickly recovers with a laugh and a thank you as he takes his cone. “Where to?” you ask once you both successfully make it out of the shop with delicious looking chocolate dipped mint chocolate chip ice cream cones. You want to see how it tastes, but a deep rooted birthday etiquette that lives inside of you forbids you from taking the first bite. That’s reserved for the birthday boy, after all!

“Just up there,” he points to a nearby hill. “You can see the stars really well.” You smile and nod before starting the trek. It’s a cool evening, luckily, so your ice cream only barely starts to drip on the way up. Talking to the mysterious hacker seems to get easier as time goes on. Any leftover anxiety you had fades as you make light conversation and tease each other. It feels like you’ve known him for years. You attribute at least some of it to the ice cream, his speech has become a lot more bubbly and a lot less guarded after he got his hands on his cone. You never thought you’d call the person who broke into your phone cute, but you can’t help but smile at how happy he seems.

You reach the top of the hill before you know it. A blanket is already laid out at the very top, and he guides you to sit beside him on it. It’s not a huge blanket, your shoulders are nearly touching. Which is NOT something to blush about, you tell yourself. He pulls his mask down for the first time tonight, leaving you to stare at him for a bit longer than you would have liked to. He was definitely handsome, but there’s a layer of familiarity that you can’t quite put your finger on. His pretty lips turn up in a smirk. 

“What are you staring at?” You almost miss it, but his hands fidget slightly as he asks the question. Maybe he’s a bit more insecure than he lets on? You try to get past some of your shyness for his sake, if he’s worried about his looks you’d like to reassure him.

“Nothing much, I just think you look nice,” you smile, feeling just a bit of heat creep to your face. “Now-” you quickly change the subject. “You have to take the first bite of your ice cream so I can have mine. Birthday rules, and all.”

“Okay, okay, whatever you say, doll,” he chuckles. He takes a bite, trying to catch all the ice cream that threatens to drip off. “There.” You grin and have a taste, too. There’s something about small shops that make everything taste a thousand times better. It’s the sweetest, creamiest ice cream you’ve ever had. 

“Good, right?” he asks, already knowing your answer from the big smile on your face.

“Yup!” you exclaim. You finish your treats in a comfortable silence. The stars really are beautiful from the top of this hill, they appear so much bigger and brighter without the light pollution from the city. You glance to your side to see him looking back at you. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks. He’s closer than you remember.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “The stars are beautiful.” His eyes are shining like stars, too. The darkness has made their unnatural color stand out even more, it would be so easy to get lost looking into them. You force your gaze back to the sky, trying to ignore how fast your heart is beating. “Are you? Enjoying yourself, I mean? It’s your birthday, after all.”

“Yeah, I am,” he says without missing a beat. “It’s not often that I get to go out like this.”

“Because of your hacking job?” you ask.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sighs and leans back, looking up at the stars once again. What kind of life does he have? It’s hard to get a read on him. You can talk to him like an old friend but you don’t even know his name. You get the feeling he wouldn’t tell you even if you asked. Better not to, then. You’re satisfied with the little snippets of him that you’ve gotten today, and if he wants to reveal more you’ll let him do that at his own pace.

“Well, I’m glad I came out to meet you then.” He looks over at you again, studying your face. Almost like he’s waiting for you to take it back, or turn it into a joke. You don’t.

“Yeah, me too.”

[dimonds456]

TOH Season 2, 4 Theories (SPOILERS!)

So we're only 4 episodes in, and there's a LOT going on. I have 3 theories (and one that's more speculation) that I want to share (that have probably already been discussed before, but I haven't seen them, so here I go), and they're all beneath the cut! I wanna talk about King, Belos, and a third one that might surprise you, but I can't say just yet because ~dramatic buildup.~

MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING!

THEORY 1: King is a Titan

This has been a theory since Season 1, but it's reeeeally getting expanded upon here. It's hinted at that King might have a deeper backstory than he's been given, if those carvings and his memory gaps are anything to go off of.

However, we can find proof in his design and the design in that of the Boiling Isles themselves. They were birthed from an actual Titan, right? We see the Titan's still-beating heart in Belos' throne room. The Isles are his organs and ribcage. His skull sits in the water, eye sockets looking out over all.

Lookit it all. Gross. :)

Now look at his skull specifically. He's got those two horns on top of his head, looking to be a similar-to-exactly-the-same shape as King's, which is even more apparent since his other horn is fixed now.

(Side theory, King's collar is a glyph, look at the design. What does it do? idk, but I think it's gonna be Epic, and perhaps only he or another Titan can activate it. But I have no proof and just wanted to throw that one out there for consideration.)

Different noses, sure, but this Titan is also more mature. And bigger. That could change as King gets older.

If this theory is true, then that means Emperor Belos- who is rumored to be able to communicate WITH THE BOILING ISLES TITAN- is going to want King at some point. If he is able to RAISE A TITAN, that would strengthen the theory that he has this ~special connection~ with the Titan and put him in so much more power. King is easy to please, too, meaning that he might go along with it.

Leading me to:

THEORY 2: Belos is a human

Look at this series of quotes from Gwen Clawthorne from S2E4:

(Starting with when she says "You're not the only human to have lived in Bones Burrow," but image limit, so.)

[Image ID: four screenshots from The Owl House. The first is a picture of Gwen with the quote "there's a rare substance called Titan's blood." The next is Gwen in a different pose, with the quote "it is extremely powerful, and oftentimes causes leaks between our realms." The third is a picture if Luz, with her eyes wide with shock. Gwen is still speaking though, with the quote "but humans... are rare." The fourth is back to Gwen, with her hands up and the quote "my great-grandmother told me about a human who once lived here, but one day, he just vanished." End ID.]

"a human who once lived here, but one day, he just vanished."

Notice the use of he/him pronouns here. I was originally thinking it was whoever wrote the Azura books- and that is not off the table, really- but... the circumstances of him just vanishing are suspicious at best and earth-shattering at worst.

What if he never left?

We have never seen Belo's face. He was breathing hard when we first saw him, implying he's sick somehow, but was better after he Murdered a Man and poured goop in his eyes. He's never actually used magic before that we've seen. The only hint of power is that he's able to "talk with the Titan" and therefore that makes him better.

If he truly is a human, then that would be why he wears the mask. His ears would look like Luz's, not like a resident of the Boiling Isles. He has no magic. Or, if he does, he's channeling it in a way similar to Luz herself. He's been here for a LONG TIME, meaning he's becoming old and frail- or he should be, if it weren't for the Miracle Eye Healing Goop.

This would explain the portal Eda found out in the woods, and why Belos knows what it is. It was his portal. But, because Eda had it by the time he realized he wanted it back for whatever nefarious purposes he wanted that portal back for, he never got it.

But he's living literally right next to the Titan's still-beating heart. If Titan's blood is what allows for dimensional rifts, like Gwen says it can do, that means his throne is located directly in front of Luz's way home. He just needs a way to open the rift, which is where the portal comes in. The portal is there to channel the blood and create a rift on purpose, just like Eda's old portal could.

In fact, Luz probably has the "key" to opening that rift already. She just needs the blood and a vessel to complete the ritual.

Really think about it. Luz comes from our world, pretty much just as it is, and enters the Boiling Isles, where there is no discrimination on the same level of humanity. You can love freely, be freely, and crimes are judged on the action, not the person. Belos would have come from that same world, and saw how free it is here. If he wanted to take control and power, the only way he could ever do so would be to have the witches living here willingly give up their magic. He could not force them. So, he came up with the lie he can speak to the Titan.

Or, if it's not a lie, he used that power for evil instead of good. This leaves the implication that,

THEORY 3: Luz can ALSO talk to the Titan

This one is just speculation, but if Belos can do it, why not she? And if this IS a real ability Belos has, and he's been lying to everyone, Luz could be able to actually speak to the Titan and find out what it really wants. I imagine that it's probably not happy with Belos, but it can't just move or the entire Isles get destroyed. Or, he's physically unable to. Or perhaps, she can find out why the Titan wants magic restrained and find a different way.

If Belos is a human, then he and Luz contrast each other in that their journeys are the same. They both stumbled into this world by accident, they came from a world that wanted to stifle them, they entered a free world, and they wanted to stay.

The difference here is the power. While Belos reached for it, I predict Luz will be presented with a similar opportunity and throw it away. She becomes powerful in that she has her friends behind her, and that's all she needs. Her power comes from her determination and selflessness, whereas Belos' comes from his lies and selfishness.

Though, that story sounds familiar doesn't it? Which leads me to my final theory...

THEORY 4: The Good Witch Azura

I have 2 theories for this one, but they can both be grouped under one, so here we go.

Theory A) The Good Witch Azura was a REAL WITCH.

If these rifts can open because of Titan's blood, then there's a good chance that people like Eda had found the human world, too. And decided to stay for whatever reason.

Azura may have been writing an autobiography, or wanted to share to the human world about the Boiling Isles without directly saying it exists. Maybe she/they wanted to just get away from it, but missed the way it used to be, and expressed that through writing that happened to get popular.

Another mini theory that falls under this one is the idea that maybe someone tried to stand up to Belos early on, a sort of mirror to modern Eda. She/they saw how corrupt the system would become, and decided to flee or find help.

Theory B) Belos WROTE the Azura books

Now hear me out.

Going back to the 'Belos is a human' theory, that means he came from the human world, and for a time, he had a way of going back and forth between realms before he either lost or rejected his portal. Well, I don't know what his plans are, but if the fact that he's trying to get back to the human world are any indication, then I'd say he wants humans to know.

What if he's trying to spread his power and control? He has all the most powerful witches working under him, right? So it'd be easy to declare war on humanity. Just drop in without warning, cause havoc, and leave before they can retaliate. Then, do the same to a different location and leave before they can do anything. Do this again and again at random, and eventually, they surrender.

So why the Azura books? Well, I'm not entirely sure, but he's marketing books that are shockingly similar to how magic works in the Boiling Isles to humans, with messages about cheesy love and acceptance and working together. Humans eat that stuff right up. He may be testing the waters somehow.

I gotta be honest, I don't know why he'd write about those things, and the only episode I have to go off of is the writing/crunchtime episode from Season 1.

Oh, and this.

[Image ID: The same scene with Gwen that was shown before, but a continuation of the quote. Two screenshots this time, the first with the quote "Rumor has it he left something in the library, and- if you can find it-" then continued, "and if you can find out more about him..." End ID]

Luz: "Maybe I could find out how he got here!"

What if that something is the Azura books? What if there's a secret hidden within their pages, asking the humans to seek the witches out? Asking them to be entranced with this wondrous world, just as he was? What if he's asking them to come here?

"Knock knock, human."

Seasons 2 and 3 are gonna be wild.

[three--rings]

hualian service (yes please) and/or wrightworth (love them) snippets for the fic meme :)

Ok, so the wrightworth fic is legit the oldest thing on this list.  I wrote it back in like 2015 before I ever returned to writing fanfic for real.  It’s honestly a fucking MESS and there’s not that much of it.  But I will tell you about it because it’s you and you would appreciate it. 

I wanted to write it because all the fic I found that had any d/s elements had Edgeworth as the dom and that just did not feel right to me (nearly wrote wright there lol).  So this is Edgeworth who can only let go in a sub context.  That’s the idea, basically. 

Went looking for a snippet for you and something disasterous happened.  I discovered it’s...not...bad...

When they had both relaxed back into their chairs Miles continued, “It's just slightly. . . unusual for a man your age to remain unattached.”

Wright shot him another annoyed look.  “YOU'RE a man my age, too, you know,” he challenged, the courtroom tone slipping into his voice.  

Miles huffed a surprised laugh.  “I'm different, Wright.”  He shook his head in dismissal.

“Well maybe I'm different too,” Wright threw back, stubbornly.  Miles' breath caught for a moment.  He doesn't mean what you THINK he means, idiot, he chastised himself.  Miles took a hasty gulp of his wine to cover his sudden silence.   He struggled furiously to get his thoughts back on track, to stop wondering what he might potentially have in common with Wright romantically, to stop imagining implications in Wright's words that were hardly there.  He was immensely grateful when Wright spoke up again, saving him from formulating a response.

“Seriously, I never expected to get a lecture on this from YOU of all people.”

“I'm not lecturing,” Miles said.  “I was just sharing what Miss Fey said for your amusement.”

“Objection!” Wright burst out, even pointing his finger at Miles half-heartedly. Miles snickered and Wright blushed slightly, his expression admitting the absurdity of his gesture.  “You WEREN'T just repeating Maya's words, YOU said I was abnormal!”

“No, Wright!  I said it was UNUSUAL for you to be unattached, not abnormal.”

“AHA! So you admit it!” Their was humor in his face, but Wright's face showed triumph all the same.  “And I submit that if it is unusual for me not to have a sex life then it is also unusual for YOU, seeing as we're both single men of the same age.  So, basically, you have no leg to stand on.  Admit it, Edgeworth!”

Edgeworth smiled at Wright's display, but quickly smoothed his face into a professional courtroom mask.  “But Mr. Wright,” he began, “you seem not to possess all the facts. You're making assumptions without evidence.  And in this case, your assumptions are false.”  Wright straightened his posture and raised his brows, ready to meet the challenge.  “The truth is,” and here Miles paused, before throwing his better judgment to the wind, “I DO in fact have a sex life.”  He maintained the pretense of his courtroom persona, raising one eyebrow at his opponent.

Wright on the other hand, had dropped his professional demeanor, and his mouth had dropped open.  After a moment he snapped it shut and flushed red, “Oh! I'm...of course, I didn't mean...err, umm, well, sure you do....right.”  By this time Wright was looking into the distance again and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.  Miles was already regretting his words and felt his own face heating.  But Wright wouldn't just shut up, “You have every right to...no reason not to...you're over here and I haven't seen you...” He seemed to realize he was babbling and trailed off.

Miles heaved a sigh and let his head fall to his palm.  

The knowledge that 6000 words of this is just sitting here is now haunting me.  I always meant to go back to it, but it’s been so very long.

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Feral Fatality

(Part 3)

Last update for now! I hit a wall and so...I need to shift direction, make way for my requests (up til now I merely wrote one word) so gonna forget this one for the time being and push this deep under every article I have in the works—

Anyways, some fluff before I disappear *insert peace out and fade meme*

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing extreme, a little blood only.

—

The masked killer gave you one shook of his head before he took off.

Saving you... for last?

Why weren't you afraid? Hell, you are going insane.

You looked down at the corpse under you. Time to clean up the mess, no one would want a rotting bitch on their doorstep.

Standing up, you decided to drag the body into the woods, maybe an animal would be happy to eat her flesh.

Huh, you were taking everything so well.

-

After you left her body a good distance away from your cabin, you went back to wash up, the red liquid on your skin was beginning to itch. You took off your clothing, the blood on your them was hopefully still removable, you wouldn't want to throw them away if you can help it.

Your thoughts strayed to that of earlier. You killed someone. You killed Betty.

And it felt good. Euphoric, even.

You never thought you could end someone's life, one of many that wanted you dead too.

"It was self-defense..." you assured. They intended to kill you anyway, the food they served for you was possibly poisoned. Even a fool would notice how suspicious they acted.

Not to mention Eloiza declared it straight to my face.

Then again, she would still die with the murderer out for her blood, it's just that I ended her myself.

Everyone's probably dead by now.

You stared at your hands– your palms, swollen from gripping your murder weapon.

"...Jason Voorhees. I wonder if he'll kill me too..."

You trailed off as your head drooped, your previous high fading out as your limbs felt heavy. Wobbling your way to your bed, gravity did its thing and you fell on the soft sheets and blacked out, the distant ringing of screams but a mere lullaby to you.

—

The ever-rising sun warmed your slumbering form as its rays peeked through the gaps of the window, stirring you into consciousness.

You groaned, rolling away from the prickles of their heat, wanting to get more sleep from last night's events...

Last night?

You shot up, rubbing your grogginess away as the thoughts of the past evening came rushing in. You couldn't believe it. Or did you? Did you really do it?

Was it all a dream??

You brought your hand to your right cheek, the action so sudden that you smacked yourself, instantly regretting it when you felt like you've just planted your face on nails.

"God fucking—" You clenched your teeth and squeezed your eyes shut, muffling your scream. Little tears threatened to pour out so you looked up to keep them in. When the pain numbed down, you exhaled and panted hoarsely.

Well, damn me if it was a dream, that fucking hurt!

A gurgling noise.

Right, I didn't eat anything for dinner.

You sighed, time to take care of your business before anything else! You could eat a whole stallion with the way your stomach grumbled. You stood up and plodded to the cupboards where you kept your food. Unfortunately, you didn't have a horse at hand, and you doubt you could even kill such a beautiful animal, so some easy-to-open corned beef would have to do. Maybe two-three cans would sate your hunger.

Knock, knock.

"Yeah, yeah, wait a bit, I'm opening dinner... breakfast. Dinkfast or breakner? Mm." You responded nonchalantly, still lethargic from both the pain and exhaustion. You pulled on the ring of the can. And it resisted like a lil shit. Three more tries and it didn't budge. You slammed it down the table, huffing.

Easy-open my ass!

Knock, knock.

Yeah, right, the door. You moved to grab the knob and whipped it open. Your face met with a broad chest, a bluish, dark gray shirt stained with what looked like dried blood and dirt. Slowly trailing up, you froze as you met two blue orbs staring down at you from behind a hockey mask. Your jaw dropped.

The silence dragged on for who knows how long before you broke away and fumbled. Absolutely lost, you did what a totally sane person would do.

You stepped aside and invited him in.

"I, uh, come in then, Mr...Voorhees." You uttered, your eyes unblinking as you looked anywhere than at the killer who took careful steps into the cabin.

——

Jason trudged to the cabin you resided few hours after he finished cleaning up the mess. Ten meters away and muffled words followed by a silent scream reached his ears. Five large strides and he was at your doorstep, coming to a halt and contemplating on barging in and scaring you even more, or knocking.

Knocking seems to be the calmer option, although he was concerned if you were hurt again. He doesn't know why he's feeling such...emotions towards you, technically a trespasser but different...

A minute passed before he knocked, twice. You answered something about eating and made-up words. He knocked again after he heard you slam something down and huff. Before he knew it you opened your door and stared. You were a lot shorter up close, craning your neck up to meet him.

You looked at each other for a while, before you moved out of the way to let him in. Even going as far as calling him Mr. Voorhees, which baffled him. So you knew who he was. If so, why didn't you leave or scream at him? That and a bunch of questions ran around his head.

He needs answers.

——

You stood to his left, facing his side as you felt awkward. You were in a room with a mass murderer, a legend. What's more, you were the one who let him in. You pinched the sleeve of your navy blue jacket from behind as you rocked on your feet. Was he here to end your life? No, no wait, if he wanted that he could have done it when you were asleep. You're pretty sure he could break down the door and crush you with it and you would never wake up again. Same as just now but he...he knocked? What will you even do if he decides to carry out the task now? You were, by no means, fit to fight back. You can't even open a fucking easy-open can! He could snap you like a twig any second now.

You waited, resigning to your fate and wishing you were reincarnated as a rock in your next life.

"..."

Well, nothing happened. He just stood there, unmoving as he faced the opposite wall.

A grumble and he whipped his head to you, making you flinch. Curse your stomach for being such a whiny shit. But you couldn't resist your hunger anymore, you need to eat. Moving a step at a time around him, you took hold of the can and pulled, swearing when it didn't budge. You were gonna die at this rate, if not by the killer behind you then by fucking starvation.

You felt a finger poke your shoulder, not even a flinch as you were too frustrated to care at the moment. You turned around to face the man, he was looking at the can you were holding.

"Oh, uh, I haven't eaten anything? The damn can just won't let me have what's inside." Since when did you talk this much?

He gestured, his gloved palm exposed, as if waiting for you to give him the can.

You placed it in his hand. With one tug, ONE TUG, of his finger it opened. It looked like he just touched it and the lid gave away. You huffed in disbelief as he handed it over to you with two fingers. You grabbed a spoon from the drawer and started wolfing down the contents. If you were gonna die might as well be full.

When it was empty, you glanced at the other can on the table, untouched. You looked back and forth a couple of times between the man and at it. You guessed he understood since he silently picked up the can and opened it for you. The corned beef ended in your stomach seconds later.

You set the last can down, only to pick them all up and dumped them inside a garbage bag you set up yesterday. Grabbing your tumbler from beside the sink, you took large sips from it.

Wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie, you walked past him and went to sit on the bed. He followed you. You stared at the one who murdered everybody else, standing in the middle of the cabin.

"..."

"So...Am I supposed to die now?" you asked. You sneaked a glance at the machete in his holster.

He didn't give you any response, but he stepped closer until he was in front of you. You didn't look up.

The man raised his hand, and you shut your eyes, expecting the worst— only hoping it was painless and quick.

You almost jerked when you felt his hand on your head.

But what surprised you was how gentle it was, no pressure at all, not even close to a killing move. Then you realized...

He's...he's patting my head.

His hand...wasn't cold nor warm, but the way he did it was akin to petting a little animal; stroking the top of your head so softly you sniffled. This made him stop and step away from you, his hands waving— hovering around you it was practically comical.

"N-No, I'm alright," you answered his silent question. "It's just...I've never been patted like that before and I...It was nice."

You've been subjected to abuse and degradation most of your life that a gesture, one that meant no harm or malice, made you cry. You wiped away the wetness of your eyes before you looked at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Voorhees. I actually wouldn't mind if you kill me, but I guess you won't...?"

He gave you a soft grunt in reply, and you giggled.

The man patted your head once more, before he made his way out of the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him.

You let out a quiet breath. Jason Voorhees simply appeared on your doorstep, helped you with your food, patted your head, and walked out without a word.

It's crazy and it wasn't a dream— if the throbbing on your cheek was any indication.

You're happy though. More than happy to be alive.