#if my roommate thinks i'm being odd right now. let her think i'm being odd

[katierosefun]

is there really a better combination than bread and butter. i love you bread i love you butter i love you carbs and fat

#caroline talks #was hungry. didn't have any real snacks lying around #really i just. went into the kitchen #toasted bread. slabbed on butter. #if my roommate thinks i'm being odd right now. let her think i'm being odd #i have just studied for two and a half hours straight i need. fun little snack #tbh. i just like the nice crusty bread that i get from my grocery store's bakery #literally i have NOT looked back ever since i got that bread from the store. #and sometimes it's genuinely cheaper than the regular degular factory produced bread #so like. a good time #and also. i'm a big believer in buying foods that genuinely make you happy #so if i spend a buck more on good bread and therefore feel excited and happy to eat. then so be it

[beenbaanbuun]

Late Night, Come Home - Kim Seokjin

It's been a while... sorry about that. I went through a period of writers block that turned into a year of writers block. Mix that with the fact that I travelled to the other side of the world for three months this summer. I've been a little busy lmaoooooo. Buy, hey, I'm back. No idea how often I'll be writing or posting and I wont promise anything, but this is a start, right?

Words: 3.2k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language, Making out, Jin being the nicest man alive

You stood there, dripping rainwater onto the door mat outside of your neighbour's apartment. It was a long shot given the fact that it was almost 3 AM, but you had no choice. You couldn’t get into your own apartment and you desperately needed somewhere to stay for the night. You knocked again, the guilt of potentially waking him up already gnawing at you. 

“I’m coming,” a voice said from the other side of the door. The jingle of keys soon followed and before you knew it, the door swung open to reveal Kim Seokjin. Your neighbour. 

He stood there, looking down at you with barely open eyes. Pyjama bottoms hung loose around his hips as if they’d just been thrown on before he came to open the door, but he hadn’t had the courtesy to throw on a top. The knowledge that your neighbour slept naked sunk in slowly, a pink blush steadily rising through your body. 

“Hi, Mr Kim,” you greeted, voice sheepish. 

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, “makes me feel old.”

It was awkward. You didn’t know what to say. After all, you couldn’t exactly just barge into his house, nor could you really ask him if he’d let you sleep there. Your mother had always taught you that it was good manners to wait to be invited in. The last thing you wanted was to add to that by making him think you were rude. 

“Sorry,” you spluttered. You couldn’t look at him, scared that your eyes would linger for too long on his toned abs or his plush lips that you hadn’t really paid much attention to until now. Instead, you looked at your feet and the wet patch that surrounded them. You were lucky the hallway was sheltered, although you doubted your clothes could soak up any more water if they tried. 

“No problem,” he was avoiding looking at you too. You’d clearly gone out for the night and the tight white dress that had gone see through in the rain left nothing to the imagination. As much as he wanted to take a good long stare, he was a gentleman. “I assume it’s an emergency.” 

Was it? It felt stupid to say that it was, especially when the whole situation was avoidable. But as you stood there, terrified of the thought of having to sleep in the hallway all night, you decided that yes, it was an emergency. With your phone, keys and money all in your roommate’s bag, there really was no other word for it. Of course, you couldn’t help but remind yourself that if you’d taken your own bag, you wouldn’t be standing on your neighbour’s doorstep wondering if he’d give you a bed for the night. Hindsight was a wonderful thing. 

“I’m locked out,” you muttered, embarrassed about your predicament, “Kate has all my stuff and she’s off with her man doing… something.”

At the mention of your roommate, he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. It seemed odd that he had an issue with her given that the two rarely spoke. They’d say ‘hi’ to each other in the hall on occasion, but that was the extent of their contact with one another. 

“You’d best come in then,” the door was opened wider and Seokjin stepped back so that you could enter his home. You gladly obliged, limping slightly as you stepped over the threshold. You hadn’t noticed how bad your shoes had rubbed on the way back. You guessed you were too busy trying not to catch hypothermia. The pain was immeasurable though, and you yelped out as you took the step. 

Seokjin just shot you an unreadable look and gestured for you to stay there. It was his home, so you listened to him. It would be impolite not to. He scurried further into his apartment, disappearing for a moment or two. You didn’t mind though; it gave you plenty of time to inspect your surroundings. 

His apartment was much nicer than your own. Cleaner too. The wooden floors didn’t have so many chips, and the sage green paint wasn’t peeling away from the walls. The mirror that hung above his hardwood dresser was polished and lacked all the makeup splatters and finger marks that gave your own hallway mirror character. Even the plants he kept in there were so much nicer. Each of them was thriving, a plethora of healthy leaves coming from the stems, whereas yours were all brown and decaying. 

You grinned to yourself, the thought of Seokjin waking up every morning and watering his plants filling up your brain. You wondered if he wore the same checkered pyjama bottoms as he shuffled around with a watering can in one hand and a coffee in the other. It was almost sweet, the way that you pictured him in your brain. 

“You’re looking mighty happy for someone who resembles a drowned rat,” the grumpy voice of your neighbour brought you back down to earth though, wiping the smile off your face entirely. “Here.”

You focussed on him, noticing that he now had a lilac hoodie on. It was hard to hide your disappointment in the fact that you could no longer sneak tiny glances at his tanned stomach, but at least now you could look at him without feeling like a dirty voyeur. 

In one hand was a fluffy towel, lilac to match his jumper. In the other was a set of clothes with a pair of fluffy socks placed gently on top. Given your height differences, you were almost positive that his clothes would be way too big on you, but you were still thankful for the kind gesture. Honestly, you’d wear anything if it meant that you no longer had to feel the cheap material of your dress clinging to you like plastic wrap. 

“Oh, thank you,” you kept your responses to him formal, despite the fact that he didn’t have the courtesy to do the same. He did live here, you supposed, and it was 3 AM. He was probably too tired to act polite to the girl who had shown up on his doorstep. You were honestly thankful enough that he let you in in the first place. “Is there a bathroom I can change in?”

He nodded. 

“Down the hall to the left,” he said, “take your shoes off first, though. I’ve done well to avoid any chips.” 

Once again, you felt a twinge of embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you were just about to stroll across his pristine floor in the very shoes that were responsible for half of the dints in your own. How very inconsiderate of you, you scolded yourself as you slipped them off. 

“Thank you,” you said again. 

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re changed, okay?” You nodded before shuffling your way to his bathroom. 

You were right, the clothes were huge on you. Not in a bad way, though. They were warm and cozy and the sleeves fell over your hands so you could make sweater paws with them. The material felt like clouds as it brushed against your damp, icy skin, and you were dreading when the time came for you to take them off and change back into your own clothes. How could you when you’d now felt the luxury of Seokjin’s?

The towel he’d given you was wrapped around your hair, slowly taking in all the water that had weighed it down. It felt good to no longer have long, wet strands sticking to your face and neck, and you were sure that with the quality of the towel, it’d be dry in no time. 

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, a shy smile rising to your face as you realised just what was happening. It was like something out of a romance novel, except for the fact you were pretty sure your neighbour was only doing this because he was a good person, not because he was secretly in love with you. You took a deep breath and controlled your expression before you opened the bathroom door and followed the sound of a microwave spinning to the kitchen. 

As you stepped into the room, Seokjin was busy taking whatever it was out of the microwave. It smelled of stew, and the thought of a nice warm meal made your stomach rumble. The sudden sound caught his attention, and once again, you felt a familiar heat in your cheeks. 

“Come sit,” he pointed at a chair as he finished preparing the food, “It’s leftovers from today, but it should still be fresh.”

Honestly, you didn’t care about the freshness. You were just flattered that he’d gone out of his way to get you some food, even if all he did was microwave it. 

“Thank you.”

“Is ‘thank you’ the only thing you’re capable of saying?” His question caught you off guard a little. What else did he want you to say? You sent him a questioning look in return. “Well, you show up at my doorstep at stupid O’clock and all you say is you can’t get into your own apartment? I want a little more information than that, don’t you think?” 

You guessed he was right. You’d given him as little information as humanly possible and yet he still had the kindness to let you into his home, lend you his clothes and feed you. 

“What do you want to know?” You asked. 

“Everything, really,” he replied, “from the beginning.”

As you started to explain how on earth you got stranded, Seokjin moved to sit down across from you with a plate full of warm stew in his hand. He pushed it across to you, briefly interrupting your story to tell you to eat. You simply smiled, thanking him once again, and took the fork from his hand. Every so often, he’d take a break from listening to you and gesture to the food to remind you to take a bite. It seemed you were so wrapped up in the events of the night that you couldn’t even focus on anything other than recounting them. 

You didn’t know why, though. It’s not like you felt angry or betrayed by your friend, even though you probably should have. In your mind, you couldn’t help but try and justify her actions. She was sad about losing her job, and how was she to know that Lewis would be there to seduce her? She probably thought that staying with Lewis for the night would help get rid of some of her frustrations. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. Explaining the whole situation just made you feel worse about the whole thing. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to blame her. She was your best friend after all. “She’s just forgetful.”

“Why are you defending her?” Seokjin grumbled. 

“She’s my friend. 

“And she treats you like shit,” his voice was loud, but he wasn't angry. Frustrated was a better word to describe it. Annoyed, possibly, at your ignorance of your friend’s actions. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of your instinct to forgive her no matter what. “She’s lucky you made it here safe, you know. Anything could’ve happened.”

You felt like a child being scolded, and yet you knew you needed to hear it. It was the same things you’d been telling yourself for a while now, but ignoring your thoughts seemed like the best course of action. Having someone else lay them out in front of you made you realise just how stupid you’d been to value your friendship over your feelings.

There was a familiar ache in your head and your eyes welled up with glistening tears. Everything had just piled up and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It’s just a shame you were sat with a man you barely knew instead of alone in your bedroom with a bottle of wine by your side to comfort you. 

And you half expected the atmosphere to get even more awkward. What, with you hunched over and sobbing into a half-eaten bowl of stew that was quickly going cold? It wouldn’t have been a surprise to you if Seokjin sat there in silence, unsure of what to do to help the woman he’d invited into his home. 

But then you heard his chair legs scrape along the floor, and the pitter patter of bare feet on the tile floor. And before you knew it, he’d squatted down next to you and placed a warm hand on your back. Soft, calming hushes left his mouth as soothing shapes were drawn onto your spine. 

“Get it all out, Y/N,” he whispered, “bottling it up never does any good.”

So you did. It was about 5 minutes before your tears ran out and all that was left were pathetic little sniffles every now and then. Seokjin remained silent, the only semblance of proof that he was still there being the hand that remained firmly on your spine. You were grateful; you didn’t need him to say anything else at that moment. You knew all you had to know. 

“Thank you, Seokjin,” you quietly snivelled out. He let out a snort of laughter. 

“I thought I told you to stop saying thank you,” you nodded, even though you knew you wouldn’t stop. You needed him to know you were grateful for everything he’d done. He didn’t have to let you into his home, just like he didn’t have to lend you clothes or feed you. He didn’t even have to sit and comfort you as you cried, and yet he did. As silly as you sounded saying it, you felt indebted to him. “And call me Jin. I think we’re past formalities.”

“Are we?” 

“I think so,” his voice remained soft as he talked to you as if he was still trying to help you through your mini-breakdown. “Practically best friends, by my standards.”

That fetched a laugh out of you. You’d barely spoken to the man before tonight, and yet he seemed intent on making you feel comfortable with him. And in a strange way, you did. He’d shown a lot more care towards you than he would if he classed you as a stranger, even though that’s pretty much what you were. You seemed to trust him more than a stranger too. Perhaps it was a mutual desire for something more to come out of this. A friendship, perhaps, although you wouldn’t mind if it led to even more than that. Seokjin was among some of the best-looking men you’d ever seen…

“Sure we are,” you gave him a sad smile, “Jin.”

He smiled in return. 

“That’s more like it,” the grin on his face was obvious when he spoke. “Now, how about you finish your stew and we can go get you settled into the spare room.”

You let out a chuckle as he grabbed the spoon and held it up to your lips. He made a show of blowing on the food to cool it down, and you couldn’t help but shudder at the proximity of his face to yours. As the spoon made contact with your ever-so-slightly parted lips, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

And it seemed as though he couldn’t either. As the spoon breached your lips he let out a heavy breath through his own. You didn’t know where the sudden tension came from, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Your only hope was that he felt it too. That he wanted to put his lips on yours just as badly as you wanted him to. 

And God, did you want him to. 

You didn’t even know where the urge had come from. The man had never piqued your interest before tonight, but perhaps seeing him in such a… domestic setting was what was getting you going. The pyjama pants that mismatched his hoodie in such a perfect way, or perhaps the bed head that he hadn’t even bothered to sort out since you’d stepped through his front door. Everything about him was just so familiar, and you didn’t even know the man. 

He did the same thing, grabbing a spoonful of stew before lifting it up to your face and blowing. Whether intentional or not, his breath tickled your face and you couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose. 

“You’re kind of cute, you know,” Jin whispered, once more pushing the food into your awaiting mouth. “I never noticed until now, but Jesus Christ, I could just…”

He trailed off, but you wanted nothing more than to hear what he had to say. You swallowed. 

“Just what?” 

There was a thud as the spoon hit the table and the hand that held it made it’s way up to your cheek. It rested there, thumb brushing your soft skin. 

“Just want to kiss you, baby,” he chuckled, leaning in a little closer until his face was just an inch from yours. “Are you okay with that?” 

Of course, you nodded. Enthusiastically, actually, which brought a bright smile to Jin’s face, but he made no move. 

“Words, baby.” 

“Yes, Jin,” your voice was quiet, “please kiss me.”

And with that, his lips were on yours. It was slow at first, as if the two of you were finding your feet. The way his plush lips gently caressed yours as the pad of his thumb matched the rhythm of the kiss on your cheek. 

It wasn’t long until you got a little braver, though, raising your own hands so you could grip onto his messy locks and pull him closer to you. He smiled against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip with his exposed teeth. There was a sharp intake of breath from you before you dive back in for more, this time with a little more urgency. 

Lips crashed against lips feverishly and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak as his tongue brushed against your lower lip. You let him in, of course, wanting nothing more than to feel Jin close. He seemed to realise that quickly, tugging your body to the edge of the seat and shuffling himself so that he was kneeling between your legs. You spread them wide so he could slot inside, as though the two of you were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. 

It was a little strange, actually, how well the two of you seemed to fit together. His hair in your fingers felt normal, as did the way his large hands felt on your sides, and even though you’d perhaps spoken 10 words to one another since moving in next door, the feeling of him between your legs felt… perfect. 

Like he belonged there.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air and soft, breathy laughs filled the air. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he laughed, leaning his forehead against yours, “I didn’t think I’d be making out with my neighbour at 4 in the morning, and yet…”

“Here we are.” 

“Here we are,” he grinned, “you must be tired.”

You nodded, although you wouldn't have minded staying up later with Jin.

But the man in question stood up, holding a hand out to you, and you couldn't help but let him pull you to your feet.

“Let's get you to bed.”

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts imagines #kim seokjin #bangtan fluff #bangtan scenarios #bangtan oneshot #bts oneshots #seokjin fluff #jin fluff

[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

#2024

[fezwearingjellybananas]

for the ask game!

6, 9, 13, 20, 26, 30, and 45

6. Have you ever started to write a relationship and had it develop differently than you expected? How so?

Actually the fic I'm writing right now, Gone in a Flash, was based on a Barriscowest idea but right now other than some brief references to crushes at the start it's turning out pretty gen so whether it turns out platonic or romantic has yet to be seen.

The Milk and Sugar 'verse had a similar thing too, although Barry always started with a crush on Eddie in the very first plan it was actually Cisco and Barry who were going to end up together, but then I started writing more with Cisco and Hartley and they went from roommates to a relationship and that changed a few things

9. When you write, do you plan out the stages of a relationship, or just let it flow? Do you have any works where the characters seem to "write themselves"?

Mostly I let it flow, I do sometimes have a bullet point list of plot points for longer fics but they often change and they're very brief bus stops on the way to the end rather than anything with any detail

13. Are there any consistent trends when you write a budding relationship, or does it vary by character? If there are trends, what are they?

I guess no one being willing to admit feelings because they're worried about the afterwards crops up a few times? And I sometimes find friends to lovers easier to write, I'm aro so it's kind of the version I find easiest to visualise I guess?

20. Has a character ever felt pulled in two directions as you wrote them? How did you resolve this?

That was the plan for Iris in The Questing Flower, on the one hand she's sworn to do her best to achieve this Quest and on the other, she's just found out her best friend is missing, but she makes lots of new friends to help her out

26. Do you have any characters that are arospec or otherwise wouldn't enter a romantic relationship? How do they interact with the story?

I have written Barry Allen as demiromantic quite a few times now (it's my go-to headcanon) so, while he does end up in relationships, it does affect the beginning of the story.

My novel I keep putting off because of nerves is kind of fairy-tale inspired except the princess is aro and the whole plot revolves around her figuring that out and accepting herself, and the antagonist is, rather than a bad person in himself, basically amanormativity personified, so the aro-ness is central to the story. Or it will be when I actually get up the courage to write more than the odd paragraph here and there.

30. What's the most interesting familial relationship that you've written? Found family counts.

There's a few I love writing, but actually, although Francine's not in the fic, there's a few bits in Gone in a Flash of Iris thinking about her mother and that's been interesting to figure out because it's a very complicated relationship

45. What type of relationship do you struggle most to write? Why is it difficult for you?

Romance is the one I'm least confident about sometimes, it's not like there's a shortage of romance in media and tropes to pull from, but I still sometimes wonder how actually convincing it is considering I have no experience and probably don't want any.

Thank you so much!

[Relationship Asks]

#replies #practically-an-x-man #*

[nientedal]

for the fic writers ask meme, i’m rather curious about 9 & 10; which of your fics did you find the easiest and hardest to write?

From this ask meme!

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Each fic has its own challenges, but right now, it's probably a tie between Swansong and the Cold Fusion series. And for similar reasons! Both have complex plots - Swansong's is primarily emotional, with Megamind processing complex grief and a broken (and then new) mental link, and Roxanne processing having a roommate going through emotional turmoil, plus some mental stuff of her own...and then Metro Man's whole thing, and holy shit maybe there's still a chance, and mixing hope into the grief mix is just a fucking nightmare for everyone involved, and djf;aldjfa;ldjadflj;afjdj it's a mess. And because it's written in third person limited, rather than omniscient, there's only so much that I can tell readers directly. Which, in a story with so much happening internally, was...extremely frustrating, at times!

Cold Fusion's complexity is more events-based, but in that one I am having to balance the fact that there ARE external plotlines happening against the fact that...the primary focus of those fics is on the characters and their development. Also, for a LONG LONG TIME, I did not actually KNOW what the plot was, I was just sort of winging it, and now I DO know, and it's a lot bigger than I expected it to be? Which I think some people may not like. And on one hand, fuck 'em, I'm writing for me, but on the other hand, I do write fanfiction with my end goal being to share it with people, so my readers' enjoyment is absolutely a thing I have in mind, I'm not JUST writing for me. So, aaaaaaaaaaaa.

I am now also having to grapple with the fact that when I started writing Cold Fusion, many of my headcanons were different from what they are now. I was originally very set on it being canon-compliant, on ONLY working with things we knew from the source material and not doing my own worldbuilding more than was absolutely necessary. And then I fell into a depression hole for like 3 or 4 years and could barely force myself to write at all, and when I finally came blasting out of that hole on the Wellbutrin-fueled jet pack I titled Dive, the amount I cared about "canon compliant" had plummeted to pretty much zero. Writing Swansong helped with that, I think -- I had basically been writing nothing but Cold Fusion for AGES, and then Ramendobe slapped me in the face with that prompt, and I discovered that writing universe alterations was a lot of fun! And then Dive punted my desire to stay canon-compliant into the sun. So now, rewriting Cold Fusion as I post it to AO3, I am working with characters who are different from the way I now write them in other fics. I'm bringing some of my newer headcanons into that universe for shits and giggles, but still. It's an odd feeling.

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Another tie! Because I cannot make decision.

By Chance, which I wrote because my buddy ElfKid dropped a prompt into my askbox when I was like, "holy shit the ADHD is BAD tonight and I wanna see if I can write a one-shot in one evening," I think...? aahahaha actually no I just went and looked it up, and I had tagged my 'weh ADHD sucks' post with #hey if anyone is reading this send me a writing prompt and let's see wtf happens when i can't motherfuckin think lmaoooo and...I basically sat down, put the best of black sabbath on loop, and waited to see what fell out of my hands. And it was that. (Here's the original tumblr edition.)

and everything emptying into white was originally just some tags I had put on an ask from another friend of mine about Megamind purring, and I couldn't stop thinking about them and that day at work just SUCKED ASS and so I copied and pasted them into an AO3 draft on my phone at work and churned that out over the course of my lunch break. And then added a bunch to it during the next couple days.

(and I gotta give an honorable mention to Dive. I basically churned that thing out in less than a week of HOLY SHIT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN YEARS AND MY BRAIN JUST WOKE UP AND REMEMBERED HOW TO ENJOY THINGS adrenaline, it was great. It wasn't as easy to write as the other two, simply because it wasn't as short & sweet, but it was easy and I owe that fic a lot. So.)

#askbasket #anonymous #nonny mouse #dal is a fanfic #megamind #actually now that i'm thinking about it i think kbjones ALSO sent me a prompt that night that i meant to follow up on #WHOOPS #time to scroll ye olde aske boxe #(fun fact: like 90% of my best work has come from prompts from other people) #(i don't write all the prompts i receive but you never know)

[builder051]

🪨 And 🎭

🪨Black soot

Confession— why would Santa put you on the naughty list? (And have you set it right?)

You all know I have autism and ADHD, as well as BiPolar type II. I have a-- the best way I can put it is as a social learning deficit--Like I've always been book-smart at/above my educational level, but meeting friends and having conversations... I'm a solid 5 to 10 years behind what would be expected for street smarts and cordiality expected for my age. I'd never use my mental health or learning delays to excuse behavior that's universally unkind or problematic. However, my combination of issues creates a fair number of misunderstandings--usually when someone is doing something that I find odd, my brain fills in with the most likely reasoning, and then my internal judgement assigns a probable reason for the action as either good or bad. In a perfect world, I'd love for people to give me a brief warning or explanation--like, "I'm opening the very loud door to let the dog in." Instead of just suddenly opening and slamming the very loud door, and when I look up at the person, they have a displeased expression, and I automatically want to know what is going on, if I have contributed to anything the person is upset about, and, if true, what I can do to not make them unhappy again. I know that's putting a lot of work on the rest of the household to accommodate me, and I absolutely shouldn't expect it. I carry a lot of stress inside, and I frequently touch base with DD (who is in better communication with the rest of the household adults than I am) just to gauge how everyone may be feeling and to respect their mindset rather than jumping to the conclusion that a slammed door doesn't automatically mean it is a rude behavior that is done because the person is in a bad or angry mood.

The worst "behavior incident" of 2022 was when I got really angry at the roommate with whom I share a bathroom. She's a CNA and works in a hospital/rehab center, so she has to shower and disinfect daily, which leads to her being in that bathroom more often than I am. (Due to my port and tubes, I can only do a thorough shower 2x a week, and rely on bath wipes, etc. for the days in between. Several annoying events happened subsequently (towels on the floor, not changing the empty toilet paper roll, leaving the shower curtain completely out of the shower, and, the final straw, leaving the toilet unflushed when... it really needed to be flushed.)

I let DD and the other roommate know, but they kind of blew it off, and I wanted to get the CNA roommate to get the message that I was quite aware of her slobbery and that, as a fellow bathroom user, I was quite happy to continue, or even step up, my share of the bathroom cleaning, but it was kind of necessary that she put in some effort as well. So I put a note in the bathroom advising some rules, like flushing the toilet, changing the empty toilet paper roll, etc.

I didn't think I was being incredibly out of line (-like-We put sticky notes on people's food in the fridge), but apparently I was way wrong really bad and had upset the roommate and disappointed DD in my behavior. I felt horrible, and I do not want to be seen as a mean roommate. I wrote an apology note (which none of them agree is written as an apology, but I specifically addressed and atoned for my actions--rudeness of leaving the note and overreacting to what amounts to normal bathroom use and mistakes that just happen, not because they're done to purposely be bad--this specifically referring to the unflushed toilet. I don't really know any other way to apologize in an honest and kind way. I can dismiss the stimulus that set off my actions, own that my actions were wrong and went too far, then express how we can keep working together for shared-space upkeep). And I bought her a bag of cat treats (Even with drama, she has the most adorable cat.

Now it's been, like, two months? No more toilet unflushed problems. But also no more action to work together to keep the shared space cleaner. I know now that I'm not permitted to give a name to the blame. I can just do my part, let the household know if anything dangerous happens or if anything breaks, and try to keep a less-judgemental open mind.

🎭Burgundy stage curtain

Who is “in the wings,” helping you and supporting you through the stress of the season? (Basically a thank you shout-out.)

@mohini-musing, My lovely DD, has always provided with me so much love and support. We were able to have some conversations to try to get to the bottom of what's screwing with my productivity lately, and we're going to start a fresh program soon. My ADHD meds are not working so well, we think, and I need, in addition to moving on to something else RX, to be held to a student-style daily structure so I can't run off chasing butterflies when I'm supposed to be painting or something.

I'm so grateful for my baby boy (he's almost 5, but he still fits in my lap. His age, looks wise, is kind of like a chunky 3-year old.) To paraphrase an absolutely horrid doctor's appointment, to which I chapparoned bby as note-taker and bby cuddler, somebody who somehow managed to achieve an MD told us something to the effect of 'everything with a brain can have a seizure, and given what we're working with...' Maybe I should find that doc again and make an appointment for me and baby boy, just to prove how wrong he is. Bby can sit up and briefly stand up in my lap (so he can kick the doc quite easily). He babbles around 10 individual words and phrases, including "I love you" and "Good morning." He knows several signs in ASL and connects them to either their correct meaning or a code word that stands for something bigger. (His stroller has a blue canopy, so he signs blue for the stroller.). Bby came to us blind, with "no functional vision." After working with him to get to know that he can see light and dark, bby has been able to recognize at least 5 colors, and he has a favorite color (green) and least favorite color (pink). We got one more major report of good news for baby boy this week--his doctor is evaluating him for a gait trainer (basically the forefather of a walker). Because bby is interested in putting his feet on the ground and stomping, he's passed the magical test to start working on putting weight on his feet and legs. I love all my kiddos, and everyone in the household, but this year, even after he's had a few health scares, I'm so happy to see my baby thriving. He brings much happiness, even when I'm feeling down.

[semper-legens]

181. Shadow Wave, by Robert Muchamore

Owned: No, library Page count: 343 My summary: James' final mission is set to be a normal CHERUB mission - babysit the kids of some bigwig for a bit. Mundane, but at seventeen James isn't the prime CHERUB agent anymore. But when his old roommate Kyle comes in with a lot of information about his client's past, James and Kyle start hatching a new plan of their own. Protesting is far easier when you know your target's every move… My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

The final CHERUB book! Or, at least, the final book that I'm going to be covering here, as this is the last of James Adams' CHERUB career. He's seventeen now, so close to ageing out of the CHERUB programme, and needs to start thinking about his future and his career. This is the book that wraps it all up, and once again the narrative makes some weird decisions with regards to its focus and exactly what it puts emphasis on. But anyway. I've not got much today for preamble, so let's get into it!

Again, we have this very strange decision where the book isn't actually about the kids we've been following this whole time. About a quarter of the book is taken up with some flashbacks including Kyle helping out with basic training when he meets Aizat, a local Malaysian kid whose village is being destroyed and bought out by an oligarch named Tan Abdullah. That's the man whose kids are being protected by CHERUB in the present day. And a large part of those flashbacks involves a reporter who Kyle has contacted investigating Abdullah's exploitation in the area, once again following a character we've never met before rather than our main character in the final book of the series. I'd have thought that this book would pick up on the Brigands thread from the last book - something that doesn't rely on exposition, so we can use the time to explore our established characters a bit better. But no, the Brigands mission is wrapped up in a pretty anticlimactic way in the early parts of this book, and the main mission that this book focuses on is the babysitting mission with Abdullah's kids that James turns down. It's just a weird choice.

Anyway, James turns down the mission, but decides to help Kyle protest Abdullah on the sly. It's not a CHERUB operation or a sting operation in general, so the outcome we're working towards seems a bit fuzzy, which makes the way that the book wraps up seems odd. After being protested all day, and after reporters were digging into his career, Abdullah decides to flee with his family and ends up shooting himself. It just seems all too neat a conclusion, for a mission like this. Adullah takes himself out of the picture, so everything is fine. We don't get much on what happens to Aizat or his community or other communities like it, but that's not really what this book was going to be about? I'm also side-eyeing the character decisions made. James has never shown much of a conscience before, so him taking a stand is admirable, even if it does ring a bit hollow in the fact that he's soon to be leaving CHERUB, and cancelling on the mission has no real negative impact on him. Lauren's reasons for staying on the mission, meanwhile, are sound - she's earlier in her career than James, and if she turns down something easy like this she won't get juicier missions. But then all of that is undercut with another character saying she just wants to go shopping with the rich kids, which strikes me as a strange beat largely because Lauren is the one with the conscience - she's the principled veggie after the animal rights mission, after all. Odd characterisation.

So, what do I make of CHERUB as a whole? It's been largely a disappointing return for me, sadly. The series has some strange ideas of morality, and overall paints things as being a bit too black and white for my liking with casting antagonists as out-and-out villains or protagonists as uncomplicatedly good despite the ethics of each situation being far more complex. James as a character really suffers from what I can only assume was an effort to make him more appealing to the typical teenage boy, meaning that he's wildly homophobic and misogynistic in a way that isn't challenged by the narrative in a satisfactory manner. The choice to have most of the non-mission story be taken up with relationship drama is largely uninteresting, mostly because that kind of teen-soap-opera nonsense is at odds with the spy thriller genre of the books. While CHERUB as an organisation could be an interesting idea for a narrative, the fact that its ethics aren't satisfactorily examined in the story lead it to feel more like copaganda than anything else. That's not to say there's nothing to enjoy here - I did enjoy the books, and I carried on with the series to completion - but overall I don't remember it as well as I did, and that makes me a little sad, not gonna lie.

Next, time for some Doctor Who, and adventures with the Ninth Doctor.

#Shadow Wave #Robert Muchamore #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #3

[gnattyplayssims]

1943 Pt1 - The Orphanage

It was late summer and the kids from Canal Creek Orphanage were finishing up an afternoon of odd jobs. "Hey we're close to Pigulock Manor. You should come meet my new friend."

"Not today, I'm too tired!"

"I'll take you home Sof. Go ahead, Kyler, I'll catch up."

Kyler ran ahead and soon he and Stefan were having a good time on the monkey bars. "Look I can climb under here like a spider. Ahh!"

Stefan laughed as Kyler lost his grip, "I've never heard a spider make that noise before."

"Awe man I was trying to be cool!"

"Maybe next time"

As Kyler tried to get ahold of the bars neither of them noticed Nikolas come up. "Showing off again I see. Careful you don't fall on your head."

Kyler laughed nervously, "Stefan this is my friend Nikolas from the orphanage."

Stefan was quick to invite "Want to climb with us?"

Nikolas made a show of thinking about it before he shrugged, "Yeah that sounds fun."

"Sof get home okay?"

"Yeah she's been watching Mrs. Miller's brats the last week. Those kids are terrors so I can understand her being tired."

"I can't believe you guys actually have to work!"

Later that night Sofia snuck into Nik and Kyler's room. "How's the new roommate, Sof."

Nikolas nudged him knowing what Kyler really wanted to know.

"Oh Kyler she's awful. An actual witch." She laughed. "I think she might actually be able to shoot fire from her eyes!"

"Ah but I'd die a happy man."

Nikolas couldn't help himself anymore. "Don't fool yourself, you'd be miserable. She's pretty, but we all know she's not your dream girl"

"Nope I got my dream girl right here, huh Sof?"

Sofia giggled, "My hero of the monkey bars."

"You told her!?"

Unfortunately Danika was very talented and ladylike. The kind of young girl that families adopted. Like Sofia's childhood bestfriend, Ann, who was beautiful with a voice like an angel. People didn't adopt dreamers.

"Lost in fairy tales again I see."

"Leave me alone Mathias."

Tears welled up in Sofia's eyes and she couldn't hold them back. Mathias came to sit next to her. "Hey don't cry. I was just teasing. You'll get adopted I'm sure of it"

"When? I'm already 8 years old. I'm working as hard as I can but no one seems to want a girl who can read"

"Hey," Mathias grabbed her wrist pulling her hand away from her face as she wiped her nose. "I want you. I can be your prince. Just like in one of those novels"

"That's not what I-"

Suddenly he was leaning in, his lips pressing against hers. She jerked away. "I...I don't..."

Sofia didn't know how to feel. She'd kind of liked it but it was her first kiss and it wasn't how she had always pictured it, especially with Mathias.

"Everything okay over here?"

Mathias jumped at the sound of Nikolas' voice. "Yeah yeah everything's fine!"

"Sofia is he bothering you?"

"I'm okay."

"I'll have you know me and Sofia just kissed. We're basically a thing now."

Nik's eyes narrowed. "You did what?" "Hey don't look at me like that. She started it...with the tears and everything."

"Scram Mathias before I get real angry"

Mathias scrambled off somewhere like the coward he was and Nikolas let out a breath scratching his head nervously "Seriously you okay?"

Sofia just stood there in shock. "That...that was my first kiss"

"Ah, yeah" He scuffed the ground with his shoe. "It wasn't a good one though"

He didn't know what else to do so he wrapped her in a hug. "It doesn't mean anything if you don't want it to."

"No one's coming for me are they? I'm really trapped in this tower and always will be. There are no princes...only dragons."

She held onto him and let the tears flow.

Downstairs the orphanages resident tattletale was seeking her daily audience with Maci "First, Danika wouldn't let me in the bathroom, then I caught Kyler stealing sandwiches from the fride, and THEN I saw Mathias and Sofia KISSING!"

"Thank you Audrina, I'll take care of it"

But that answer didn't satisfy Audrina. "What are you doing in here?"

"Getting a snack."

"You know we're not supposed to play in the kitchen"

"Don't be such a hypocrite I know Kyler steals those sandwiches to share in your little club"

"It's not a club, we take those to work"

"Oh so you think you're better than us? You think watching a couple kids makes you worthy of more food?"

"What are you even talkin about Audrina?"

"Kelsi and I work too you know."

"Yes, everyone knows you're Maci's favorite and that's why you get to clean her office."

"Exactly and that's how I KNOW I'm better than you. I've seen it."

"What are you talking about."

"There's not even a father listed on your birth certificate did you know that? And you know what else. You're a twin just like me but your mom kept him and left you here."

Sofia didn't know what to say but suddenly her attention was drawn to the smoke billowing behind Audrina. "Did you turn on the oven?

"Yeah what's it to you. You gonna try to tattle on me and get revenge. Good luck with that."

"No! Audrina fire! There's a fire"

The two girls ran from the kitchen as the oven burst into flames and smoke started to fill the room. "I hope you're proud of yourself. That was a real stupid move."

"Whatever! You made your point just run!"

Maci sighed in relief as they burst from the house. "Thank the Watcher"

They waited for the firefighters but unfortunately they weren't fast enough. Maci stood in the shambles of the kitchen. There was barely enough money to feed the children let alone replace the appliances. She was left no choice.

The Canal Creek Orphanage would have to close.

1943 Pt2 - Finding Sofia

#mizrahi legacy #classic generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[intrepidradish]

Media: Dragon Ball Z

Year/my age: 2002/12

What drew me to the media:

I came home from highschool everyday and had a small tv with a built in vhs in my closet. It was 4:30pm and toonami was on Cartoon Network. I watched the entire Cell Saga and Majin Boo like a fiend. It was a shitton of episodes! Ugh. It's almost impossible to watch all the way through now, but maybe because as an adult I want like...more plot motivated writing. One of the best fanfic foder aspects of DBZ is that so much is left open to interpretation. I didn't question the filler episodes as a kid. I just liked all the muscles and screaming. The animation/manga style remains super duper fun. But mostly I found DBZ memorable because of Vegeta. I got truly invested in him as a character, because for most of DBZ, he really lets you down. I think TV shows love to harp on tropes for children, ie the bad man becomes a good man and all his values change to match the good characters *sparkles*, because they think morally those are the stories that should be told to children. Which is sad, honestly. Vegeta doesn't fall into that arc. He remains...kind of a bitch... and his character arch is fantastic and long and hard and he fucks up a lot and he doesn't really apologize for any of it. This was amazing to see as a preteen. Teaching failure to a child is really hard, and I think that America's school system is really bad at even attempting to. But failure is super important. Because all of life that child cum adult is going to fail, and its going to suck.

What made me a fan:

In college, I did another pass of DBZ, and whoa, developing adult horny brain really went into spiral knots wondering...so what the fuck... Bulma and Vegeta... had sex? They made a child. They made Trunks. So they had sex, right? I think this is pretty common a reaction. And as soon as you think that, well... the next step is... 'wait wait wait, how did they have sex? why did they have sex? what did that even look like?' And that's what sends you scouring the internet at 1am in your underwear (covertly, because you're in a dormitory with three other roommates).

I wish I could put to language what is it about romance that sends people into fandom holes. Romance is really important to fandom. I think it has something to do with how regimented relationships are in mass media. They aren't diverse. Most main stream romance is very streamlined and never gets into the messy odd bits without being labeled as some kind of edgy cusp drama. I don't know. But relationships seem to be the spring board for fandom hijinks. I'm all about it. I'd rather have fake blorbo relationships in my brain to obsess over than the real world. That shit gets you into trouble.

Oh god, and what an indicator of future dispositions. If you get into the Vegebul fandom, a lot of them are rape stories (because god forbid, a woman could want a shitty asshole alien man to bone at night. Bulma has her own set of problems, specifically with vanity being high up there). But yeah they were hot and I was pretty ashamed about the whole thing.

I was such a baby then.

Have I written fanfiction for it?

YES. One winter vacation, I wrote a 40 page fanfiction. This was probably in 2010? It was UNFINISHED, but I was incredibly sweaty the entire time, trying to build up to a spanking scene. (Yes, 40 pages of build up for spanking. I'm embarrassed for myself.) My computer crashed and the entire document was corrupted. My first fanfic was lost. RIP

Opinion on the fandom:

Pretty chill. I didn't interact with it much besides reading secretly. Originally, I was reading on fanfiction.net. When I came back to it years later (once again after college, I got my husband into it) I was reading fanfic for it on Ao3. I run into other Vegebul's periodically. They are all in their late twenties, early-late thirties. I follow someone here on tumblr that wrote this fantastic long series (100+ chapters) called Pillow Talk which is on Ao3. It's fucking incredible about showing the ups and downs, ins and outs of their relationship, because they do wind up together in canon (which is wild).

The most recent interaction I had was in the kink community, which was like *sigh* 'god, we are so fucking predictable, aren't we?' We had a good laugh! But he was trans masc too, chilling in a femme body, so we clicked right away about it.

I also remember I had an annoying conversation with my stepbrother once about tattoos. I don't have any, so they were asking why I don't. I said "If I started to get tattoos it would be a slipper slop before I start making bad decisions like getting a full Vegeta arm sleeve." Their mouths twisted in that judging you face and said "yeah don't do that." Like...ahem. My point exactly.

I think people get pretty judgy in general about Vegebuls because its a 90s kid's show, and its not a very good one. But being a Vegebul is kind of like... realizing your parents have sex. It's part of 'coming of age'.

Would I participate again:

Hell yeah, I would. Once a Vegebul always a Vegebul. The biggest hurdle for me would be catching up on all the new material. I watched Dragon Ball Super and found it lackluster. GT was so bad, I cannot. Something that's commonly an issue for me is the amount of subject material required to understand a story in fanfiction. I'll get into it later with other fandoms, but if the lore gets too big, I suddenly don't know how to participate.

Master post

#my personal take

[sexywritergirl]

Don't Study Here

She sat at the end of the bar. You couldn't call it the quiet corner but it was a corner. She hoped that by being so far out of site that nobody would notice her sitting by herself.

Her backpack sat at her feet. The contents scattered before her on the counter. She had a glass of water which the bartender kept well and full. Long legs swung back and forth tanned and bare. Her short shorts left them to everyone's perusal. A short white tank top showed off her belly and breast. Large and firm men noticed the creamy white mounds instantly. Her short wavy brown hair was held back from her face by a headband.

She would rather be back in her dorm room but Eva decided that being fucked by the baseball team seemed like a good idea. Trying to squeeze past all those naked bodies with there phallus out, hard, ready and strong, was a feat . She refused to be touched or drawn into that gangbang. Her pussy clenched and throbbed with the images that went through her mind.

" More water there, Ann? You look kind of parched. Besides your starting to make some of the others nervous the way you keep running your tongue over your lips. The regulars aren't sure whether you're going into heat or getting ready to eat someone."

" I might need something more than water this time, Dye. Eva wasn't waiting for me to get my stuff and leave. Them images won't leave my head. She is such a bitch. I just want to have a room to myself. No noise. No guys. No mind numbing sex. I miss the mind numbing all night long fucked until I can't stand up sex. Whiskey neat please."

Her brother walks away shaking his head. Comes back with her whiskey. Ann swirls the amber liquid in the glass. Tilts the moisture and her head back and swallowed it all. She felt that ever present burn that whiskey has and smiles. She pushes the shot glass back towards Dye and told him thanks man.

Six rowdy males walked in. Ann surmised that they were there to watch the game on the big screen. Her finger's crossed that they wouldn't sit near her. Damn. No such luck. Well at least one wasn't to bad to look at.

He was the one to walk up and place the first round of beer. As Dye got the pitchers ready, he glanced towards Ann.

" You know there are quieter places to study?"

"Really now. And where would those places be at this time of night?"

" The library. Your dorm room. The commons. "

" The library closes at 5. My roommate is having a gangbang in there so they do not enough room for me. The commons. Really. Your talking about everyone who doesn't want to do their homework in the commons. Noisest damn place ever."

" Nice sarcasm. If you decide you want to be friendly, I'm over there. Just wave otherwise they will hit on you. Good luck with your classes. I will take my beers and leave. "

" Took you long enough, Doc. Find someone as boring as yourself?"

Doc just glared at his friend. He was here with them. Why did they seem to think he was being poor company? He let his hair down all the time. Why else would he be here hanging with his buds on a school night? He just didn't need a girlfriend right now. They required work and time that he just didn't have at the moment. When he graduated he would be doing his residency. After that he would start dating but not before.

His friends were still joking about him and the girl at the bar studying. He stood up , told them to grow up, and went to the bar.

" This seat taken. My friends are being jerks."

Ann turned towards the table. The five guys left stared right back at her. She stood. Her brother came over to watch in case she needed back up.

" Are you going to stop her? They will have a field day with her. It's five against one."

" Look, Bud...."

" Kevin. My friends call me Doc."

He held his hand out to be shaken. Dye took his hand.

" Name's Dylan. Ann can take care of herself but if you don't like the odds you might want to go help your friends. Otherwise sit down and see why she will be the best damn lawyer ever. I'm just making sure they don't need back up."

So that is what he did. Doc sat down on the barstool and watched this small girl chat politely with his friends. Her back was to him but her body language never changed. His friends looked impressed when she came back to her seat. He followed her walk back to the bar. He could care less about what his friends thought right now.

" You're right. They are a bunch of jerks. Why are you friends with them? Yes you can have the seat."

Doc sat down and explained his friends to her. They talked about their career choices and why they made them. When he heard the halftime buzzer sound, he stood up.

" I have a apartment if you would like a quieter place to study. I am the only one living there so you would only have to fend me off."

" Can we stop by the dorms and see if that tramp is finished yet? "

He agreed to that. His friends waved at them, made cat calls, and we're just plain outright asses. Neither one of them acknowledged their existence. Dylan made sure that Ann was aware of the danger and made Doc give him his address just in case.

Doc found a parking spot close to her dorm. He asked her if she wanted him to go with her just in case. Ann shook her head. She was hoping that Eva was done with the guys or them with her. But there had been a lot of guys in there. She wasn't even sure how they all managed to fit in that tiny ass room to begin with. The commons was still full of fans. The game still on. She asked about the score and if anyone had seen Eva yet. They told her halftime wasn't over and no she was still in the room. Someone thought she was still working over the baseball team. They heard moans when they passed the door.

Great Eva was still having her brains fucked out. Ann still went up the stairs. Her hand still clutched at the knob. Her hand shook as it stretched towards the door. Then Ann heard what she prayed she wouldn't. Moans came from the other side of the door. She threw it open. Not many guys left but they were still naked and hard.

"Want some too honey? "

" No thanks. I'm just checking on my roommate. She seems quite content to me. Let her know I will see her in the morning. I'm going to spend the night with a friend."

He just shrugged his shoulders. Ann breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to leave, her eyes land on the fattest, longest cock she had ever laid eyes on. Her hormones went through the roof taking out her wiring on the way.

" Does it ever go down? How many times did you cum? Did it ever need assistance getting hard again? Can I taste it?"

" Yes. 4. No. Let's see if you are better than your friend."

Ann nearly choked as he rammed that rod all the way in. His hips bucking and fucking driving her insane. That cock was fantastic. It wasn't long before Ann took all that beautiful cum down her throat.

" Got to go. Bye bye"

She ran all the way back to Doc's car. Boldly told him that she was all his. He could take her to his apartment now. Doc's cock jerk hard at her naughty words and the picture it painted. The drive there was silent but filled with tension.

They stayed in the car for a bit longer than necessary. Neither wanted to state the obvious, which was that they were alone.

" Have you had anything to eat? I'm a little hungry so I was going to go do some grocery shopping. If you want something to eat, I will bring back enough for both of us."

Ann's stomach choose that moment to growl out it's approval of food.

" Guess I am. "

Doc got out and unlocked the door. Together they walked into the living room. He showed her around his apartment. Told her to make herself at home. Then left to grab food knowing full well he wasn't the best of cooks. He called his mom.

" I have a girl over to study with. She hasn't eaten for a while and you know I can't cook mom. What am I going to do?"

" You have a girl over to your apartment!!!!!!!! Right now!"

Doc had to move the phone away from his ear because of his mother's ear piercing squeal. This might have been a very big mistake.

" First off don't buy those frozen pizzas. No girl in her right mind wants to eat those things. Second throw away the take out cartons. It makes you look like a great cook and a good catch."

He was standing in the frozen pizza aisle. Pizza rolls were staring him in the face. A snack tray sounds perfect. Doc grabbed two bags and thanked his mother for her advice. He raced down the aisles to finish his shopping and get home.

It was so quiet at the apartment that Ann jumped when Doc walked in with two bags and a case of soda. He looked at her for a bit before asking if she was okay.

" I'm fine. It's just so quiet and I didn't hear you come in. I jumped when I saw you. Funny really."

They break out in laughter.

" Anything I can help you with?"

Ann proceeds into the kitchen.

"What can I help you with? And don't tell me you got this."

Doc held out a bag of pizza rolls and lettuce mix. She laughed as she took the stuff to make salad. They worked side by side in friendly banter. Both of them felt comfortable with each other and wasn't quite sure when that happened. Trays of finger food, pizza rolls and the salad was taken to the sofa.

" Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you have more homework to finish up?"

" My homework is done. This is work work. I now work as a paralegal for the law firm that sponsored me during a court proceeding. They hired me on right after. I do the leg work and get extra credit."

" Wow. Wish it worked that way for doctors. When do you have to have it done by?"

" Next Friday. But I will have it done and copied by this weekend."

Doc sat playing with her hair. He was impressed with her in so many ways. They seemed to have the same goals. Maybe a roommate wouldn't be so bad. If she was willing anyway.

" Do you mind if I spend the night on your couch, Doc? I'm not really sure Eva is going to be done with all them guys by morning. Plus I don't want to put you out by taking me back at such a late hour."

He leaned over and kissed her. Her lips tasted like wine and he was thirsty. It surprised her. Her eyes went wide. Then she kissed back. It went from a thirst to a need to flames.

They broke apart for air. Panting he was trying to figure out how to apologize but nothing came.

"So was that a yes? "

The question was so quiet and tenitive that he just wanted to kiss Ann again. He smirked instead.

" Yes it is. In fact it is a invitation to become my roommate if you would like. I study all the time so it's quiet. I don't do gangbangs unless you want one. And I don't have a girlfriend unless you want to take that position as well."

Ann bit and chewed at her lower lip. He watched her like a hawk. He wanted to devour those lips again but she was thinking about all the things he said. She sat up pulling her legs under her.

" So you want me to be your live in girlfriend?"

" We can start out as roommates first if that would be better for you. I know I jumped the gun with my kiss. I won't take back what I did and I can't explain myself either. We move at your pace. I just know that this is better than what you put up with now."

She was back to chewing on her lip. Doc leaned forward and captured that offending lip between his teeth and tugged. When Ann moaned he devoured her mouth. His hand sliding under her shirt. He stopped just below her breast. His fingers splayed across her ribs. His other hand in her hair guiding her in the kiss.

Ann's hands grabbed at his ass. She kneaded at him like dough. Then she moved upward slowly feeling every inch of his body as she went. Her fingers finally tangling in his hair. She moaned in pure delight every bit of the way.

Ann pushed them apart.

"Okay. I will be your live in girlfriend. Are we going to have any ground rules or who buys what?"

Doc had a dumbfounded look on. So she laughed. He went to attach her but she called truce.

" You aren't a prisoner of war yet. So no truce."

" I want to know ground rules. So let's get them settled. I'm sure that your parents visit. I will have to let mine know of my move as well."

The mention of parents was like cold water to Doc.

" Shit. Mom is going to kill me. Fuck. You're going to kill me. Shit."

" Doc, calm down and explain to me what is wrong about the situation. If your mom is against you having a roommate of the opposite sex. I can continue to stay at the dorms. It is not a big deal. Really."

Doc told her how he had called his mother for culinary advice. That she most likely drove by to see how things were going along. They knew he hadn't dated since starting his medical education. It took all of his time and energy to learn everything. To learn that he had company and it wasn't his buddies, his mom wouldn't be able to help herself.

Ann began to laugh. She told him a similar story of her parents doing the same thing. Her's was a study date though. It didn't turn out as good as this was. She convinced him to call his mother and ask if she had been by yet. If she had or hadn't invite them both over in two weeks. She would be happy to meet his mother.

Ann uncurled herself from the couch and stretched. Doc drooled as he watched her young lithe body contort for maximum relief. He didn't hear her the first time she had said something to him.

" I wish to take a shower and get some sleep before my first class if you don't mind. Where do you hide the towels? Do you have something I can use as a nightgown as well? I don't mind the walk of shame but I hate sleeping in jeans."

" You are welcome to use any of my t-shirts. Towels are in here."

Ann complained about how small his bathroom was. He stood at the door and said it wasn't that small. She made the remark that you couldn't do anything else but shower in it. Doc asked her what that was supposed to mean. She told him that if she wanted help with a certain place he couldn't fit in the shower with her. He said I can too and I will prove it.

" So prove it. This i must see."

Doc wasted no time getting his clothes off and fitting his big frame in the shower with Ann.

"Wait. I need to rinse the soap off before it gets somewhere uncomfortable."

He stood outside the door till she had the soap rinsed off her. Watching her like a hungry lion watches his prey. She teased him. Rinsing the soap slowly from her body. Her hands chasing it from her curves with infinite care.

Doc leapt at her. She squeaked. Her legs left the floor as he lifted her to implant his cock deep in that cunt. As he slid inside her wet sheath, her arms and legs wound around him.

" Told you we would fit in here. "

Her sighs and moans were all the answer that he needed. He pounded then slowed down. Teasing her just as she had him. When she began to cry out at the loss of friction, he knew that they wouldn't be able to last much longer. He kissed her then. Stealing her breathe. Her ablity to think of anything else. When he picked up the rythm again both rushed over the edge. They were still riding the orgasm when he carried her out of the shower.

Taking her to the bedroom where he could dry her off, he laid her on the bed. Ann let go.

" I hope you don't think you are done. "

" Not by a long shot, Sweetheart. I want to devour you. We both have class tomorrow so after that you are mine."

Ann smiled. She couldn't help herself. He wanted her just as badly as she wants him. Now if she can get to sleep. It's already been a long night. She grabbed a blanket and went to the couch.

" You really don't have to sleep there. My bed is big enough for the both of us."

" I'm afraid I won't get any sleep if I go in there."

" Well if you change your mind, the door is always open. "

Doc kissed her softly on the lips telling her good night. Ann got weak in the knees and wet all over again. She would never be able to get enough of his kisses. She was hooked.

Dan had only on his boxers. He wanted to strip bare and wait for her. The thought that it would scare her to find him so hard and eager made him leave them on.

Moaning and groaning Ann tossed about on the couch. She was still horny. Frustrated and annoyed now that she couldn't sleep, she walked in the bedroom. Pulling the covers back for her, Doc let her lay down before wrapping the blanket around both of them.

" I'm used to having someone in the room with me. I couldn't sleep without the noise she made. Sorry."

" I'm not. "

His hand was roaming her legs, thighs and butt. As the shirt kept lifting higher so did his hand. He froze when he noticed what he wasn't wearing under his shirt.

" Ann were are your panties? "

" Hanging in the bathroom to dry so I have clean ones to put on in the morning. I hate wearing dirty underwear."

"So much for sleeping."

He pulled her ass against his growing hard on. His finger playing with her love button while he kissed her neck. Softly calling her name over and over. She moaned and wiggled against him. Her own need matching his. The fire in them blazing out of their control.

Ann rolled over. She kissed him with such passion it left them breathless. Doc rid himself of his boxers and she climbed aboard his rod. He wanted so bad to grab her hips and pound into her wet folds. She wanted to be in control though. Nothing sexyer than a woman who takes over.

Ann did just that. Fast. Slow. Bouncing. That was his favorite. Twerking. Made his eyes roll back into his head. And just grinding on him. That made Ann moan the most. It also made him come. They fucked for hours. Switching spots. He pinned her against the wall. She loved that. He would remember that.

Soon sunlight started to stream through the windows. They were still fucking driving each other over the edge into ecstasy. Wet spots could be seen everywhere. Ann started laughing.

" I hope your mother doesn't clean for you."

" Why?"

" Look at all the fuck fluids we have left for someone to clean up."

" That would be us , Sweetheart. I have always cleaned the house myself. Today it will wait till after class is all."

" If your mom comes in and sees it this way?"

"So what. We are adults. We don't have to have her permission to have sex."

Ann looked at Doc.

" I do believe I love you."

" Same here."

After her classes were over, Ann could not get everything settled with her dorm fast enough. Eva asked her all kinds of questions as Ann packed her belongings. Eva shut up when Doc appeared to help Ann with her bags.

" Hello, Gorgeous. Ready to go?"

Ann blushed red as a tomato as she smiled and shook her head. Doc pulled her in for a hot kiss whispering in her ear how much he missed her. Her body reacting to his nearness and words.

" So two bags, a box and I'm assuming that the hanging bag is your work clothes? Not much here for a girl. Guess that's good."

" I don't like spending a bunch of money. I have to pay for college myself. "

" I didn't mean to sound like that. I'm sorry."

Ann grabbed his shirt pulling him in for a kiss. She whispered don't ever be sorry that you have more than someone else. You can always help them make their life better.

" I really need to get you home now! Might be taking care of you in the parking lot if we don't hurry."

She giggled as the hurried down the stairs. They arranged the luggage in his car. He couldn't help but kiss her sweet lips again. Coming up for air, both forgetting for a minute were they are. Ann ran to the passenger side to get in. Off they go.

She to was so hot and needy that she pulled him free from his pants. Her tongue danced over his heated flesh. His cock jerking in her hand. She hummed at him.

" Remember to drive the speed limit now. "

" Fuck."

She engulfed his engorged cock with her mouth. Invch by aching inch she swallowed him whole. He fisted one hand in her hair. Trying to keep a eye on the road and an eye on her was making him crazy. He wanted to pump that sweet mouth of hers. Watch as his fucking cock slid in and out of her throat.

" Shit, Babe. I'm going to cum!"

Hot sperm hit her throat. She swallowed it all. Taking care to clean up any that got away. Her smile was so wicked it made him harder than before. She left his cock exposed to her sight and hands.

" Delicious. I'm ready for more of your cream love."

He pulled into his garage. Cut the engine. Walked around to open Ann's door. She stepped out and he pulled her pants and undies off. Flinging them who knows where. Lifting her up so that she was able to slide down his pole, they fucked against the car. Ann would have black and blue spots high and low.

He didn't let up his pounding piston until she screamed his name. Her orgasm made him release his own. Both were sweating and breathing hard now. Hunger for each other still burned in their eyes.

" Can you walk okay?"

Ann's legs shook a bit but she could walk.

" I'm fine. Let's grab the bags and get inside. "

" What about your pants and undies? Find them later?"

"Yes. I won't be wearing anything for a while. Will I?"

Doc growled at her as they raced inside.

[zi-i-think]

Emotional Support Himbo

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: none

Request: yes, @wist-elia

Prompt: Gen Z

23. “Will you be my emotional support himbo?”

AN: JSKINFINFS So almost a year later I have finally posted this. I'm sorry. I don't really have any excuse other than I've been busy and kinda forgot about them. I hope you like it nonetheless. It was basically halfway finished when I got back to it. I think this is the last request I had for the batch I got months ago so I might open the requests again in a bit.

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Okay, let’s be completely honest here. Y/n was nervous as hell. When she found out that her mom got a job in the Ministry of Magic in London, she was happy for her, excited even. But transferring from Ivermorny to Hogwarts turned out to be the most nerve-wracking part of it.

It was her sixth year and the school was more curious about the TriWizard Tournament than the new girl. She was thankful for it, there weren’t as many people asking her questions. But it was certainly annoying when people completely forgot she was new and picked on her for not knowing the way around. They were in a castle where stairs changed every couple of minutes, she figured people would at least be a bit more understanding.

As the weeks went by, things got better, for sure, but y/n was still struggling to fit in. She had some friends that she met from her House and classes, but none of them were close and she still occasionally got lost. Originally, she relied on Quidditch to find her place in the big school, but with the tournament, they were canceled for the year. So without strong friends or a hobby, she was basically alone.

That was until one sunny afternoon.

Transfiguration had just ended, marking the end of the school day and the beginning of the weekend. But y/n had to stay behind for a bit discussing a not-so-great grade in her last paper. McGonagall was not lenient on grades, but the best she could do was give her tips and points for the next time.

And once the discussion ended Y/n was eager to leave the class and go back to her dorm where she could take a nap or read a book. But once the door shut behind her and she stood out in the cold hallway, the realization settled in. She still wasn’t sure how to get to the Hufflepuff basement. She looked both left and right, down the long, daunting hallways wishing she paid more attention when walking back to the dorms with her roommates.

She took a chance and turned left, walked down some stairs, then up some again, then down, and with the complete wonder of how she got there, Y/n found herself in the lively courtyard. It was warm out and the sun was inviting, making it perfect for students to hang out and have some downtime.

And while the environment seemed like a great time, all the unfamiliar faces were scary to the new girl. She just wanted to get to her dorm. Spotting a small group of students wearing the same black and yellow tie she wore, Y/n pushed aside her fear for the moment and walked over.

“Excuse me?” She asked with a cheerful smile, getting the attention of one girl with brown hair and glasses. “Could you tell me how to get to the Hufflepuff basement?” She kept it simple, that way there'd be less room to say something wrong.

The other girl smiled and her head tilted to the side a bit in amusement.

“You’re the new girl, aren’t you.” She asked. But not in a friendly or curious manner, but in a taunting, humored way.

“Well, yeah,” Y/n answered with a shrug.

“And you don’t know where the Hufflepuff basement is?” She started the chuckle, her friends following along. “Honey, it’s been weeks, figure it out.”

And with that, she turned her head and kept giggling. Her friends chuckled along lightly, but largely just ignored that y/n was standing right there.

Y/n stood there dumbfolded for a moment. But each passing moment that she was standing there, her embarrassment grew and she took a few steps backward to leave the courtyard. She kept her head low to hide any tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her chest felt heavy and her throat tight.

It felt like everyone in the courtyard was now staring. Like on her first day where she was put with all the first years to be sorted. Like a black sheep. But now it felt like they were judging her.

Still, y/n felt too embarrassed to look up and ground herself back into reality. To see that no one was actually paying attention to her. Well except for one particularly bored Gryffindor. Fred Weasley sat up against one of the columns with an apple in hand when he noticed the new Hufflepuff loosely composing herself.

He noted two things about her. One, she was pretty. Definitely his type. And two, she was nervous. He didn’t recognize her from his previous years. There was no way she was in her first year, but she was also in Hogwarts uniform, so she wasn’t from Beubaxton.

He bit into the apple just enough to hold it in his mouth and pushed off the column he was on. Y/n had turned from the courtyard into the corridor of the school figuring that it was better to walk anywhere than wandering the yard aimlessly, walking towards the Weasley. He bit into the apple and right before she passed and then started walking right beside her.

“Apple?” He offered the half-eaten fruit to her.

Y/n jumped a little. She didn’t even see him approach her. She looked at him and then the apple. Her brows furrowed in confusion and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. It was obviously a trick to make her feel even worse about herself.

“Are you offering me an apple that has basically been eaten already?” She asked in annoyance.

Fred then just realized how insensitive the gesture was, so he tossed the apple into his other hand and chuckled at himself.

“I suppose I was. But, we can always go to the Great Hall for another one if you’d like.”

“Honestly, the only place I want to go to is the Hufflepuff common room.” She huffed, wishing this boy would just go away.

Fred’s face twisted in confusion then looked around the hall they were walking down. “You do realize you’re walking the wrong way.” He found himself laughing.

Y/n stopped on her tracks. That was it. She was embarrassed and alone, and on top of that, a Gryffindor was laughing at her. Tears were finally starting to drip down her cheek. “I knew that.” She lied through gritted teeth and turned around the other way.

Finally noticing that he might have done something wrong and that this girl had no clue where she was going, Fred stopped laughing and turned around as well to walk with her.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were upset.” He said. Y/n was now wiping her tears with the sleeves of her cloak. “The kitchens are in the same hall as the Hufflepuff common room. I know that much. How about, I walk you to the kitchens and you should find your house from there.”

Y/n looked up at him with slightly puffed eyes. “You’re actually being sincere?” She asked.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m not usually.” He chuckled. Y/n couldn’t help it this time. His laugh was infectious.

“Alright, I won’t.” She grinned and then stuck her hand out to shake. “Y/n L/n.”

“Fred Weasley.” He took the girl’s hand and kissed her knuckle rather than shaking it.

“You’re odd.” Y/n laughed at the strange gesture. “Will you be my emotional support himbo?”

Fred’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips were pressed tightly together as he thought. “Not completely sure what that means.” He admitted. “But yes.”

“Wonderful.” She smiled.

#fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #harry potter #hogwarts

[shadowworks]

Compulsion

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi X Reader

Warnings: dubconish themes, flirting with Hawks, blood, murder, blackmail, fingering. NSFW, quirkless AU!

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Alright! This piece is for The Smut Pile Mafia Collab

I have to give my wholehearted thanks to @hisoknen @some-kindofgnome , @pleasantanathema, and @ever-enthralled for reading this over the last couple weeks, and making sure it reads well! I am so happy to have you beautiful souls! Also a special shoutout to Raph for brainstorming with me when I was stuck at the very end. 💕

Edit: This has fanart! Beautiful @maewoahoah created a Mafia!Hawks piece right here and a Mafia!Dabi piece here! She’s very talented! ;)

On this ominous winter evening it begins snowing. 

You readjust your peacoat and step through the frosty glow of the street lamp to your front door. Your muscles ache a little more than usual, your steps a little heavier. It’s been a long and tedious day at work; far less stimulating compared to Toga’s position working for a bootlegger named Tomura. But both jobs pay the rent. You push papers and withhold your scowls towards clients. Now, you want a bath. 

The sound of a muffled radio plays on the other side, and it floods your ears as you walk in with warmth and an iron smell wafting your chilled nose. 

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary...

Seeeee, my baby there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table

She looks so sweet, so cold, so fair.”

Toga’s playing blues again. It’s a routine she has before the graveyard shift across town. At this time, she’s in the kitchen making something before she goes, but you’re having trouble figuring out what food smells like copper. 

“He-e-e-y,” you call lazily, a sing-songy tone in your voice. 

She doesn’t answer, though you hear the clacking of stiletto heels on wood, which makes you amble down the hall to see what she’s doing. 

“Think you can smuggle some whiskey tonight? I thought we had some, but Keigo probably polished it off last—“

You stop in the doorway. 

There’s a poor bastard lying flat on his back, head twisting too far towards the sink. Ribbons of blood streak down his colorless skin, pouring out from a dark and glossy hole just beneath his jaw. You see it puddle and stain the edges of his hair a sticky red, the only sound besides your heart thudding is the soft thrums from the parlor.

“ When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang'll know I died standing pat.”

You’re in a daze, one where you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring. It doesn’t seem real. Is it real? But it’s not until you hear the sound of heels clicking against the wood floors that you drag your gaze to the noise. 

Toga’s standing near the stove, her features vacant, shoulders slouched, and she’s holding a knife that’s still wet.

What the fuck? 

You want to scream, berate her, seethe what the fuck was she thinking, or if she was thinking for that matter. But the blonde speaks up before you do, with a voice above a whisper. 

“He was going to leave me. Said he was too dangerous.” Toga doesn’t look in your direction, moving to the rim of pooled blood which has stopped spreading out, “I told him I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your jaw goes taut, staring incredulously at her steely face. The lack of emotion gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The man wasn’t a random suit who bled out on your floor, this moron was seeing Toga on and off for months and had been trying to be more present.

Nights spent arriving at your door with flowers and sweets, and driving her to work was becoming a staple in his routine. He preferred staying in Toga’s room if they had the day off, and he always slipped out when the morning frost dusted the grass, a soft bluish hue painting the streets before sunlight. 

But that’s not the problem. See, he was a core member inside the Mafia running the northern side of the city, ‘The League’ they like to call themselves. The only men above this guy was his boss Tomura, and the underboss Dabi. You don’t know the former, but you’ve spent time with the latter.

You’re aware of his sadistic nature that flashes behind those teal eyes, and he doesn’t try to  hide it, either. The sideway glances during a poker match before he fucked someone over , the smile he wore when you asked about the purple bruises on his knuckles. 

So fan-fucking-tastic, the broad has some nerve.

You curl your lip, already shrugging your shoulders from your coat. You toss it over the table and start rolling up your sleeves to the elbows.  

Toga finally turns towards you after catching movement by her side, brows raising confused, “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna grab his feet and we’re gonna move him onto the rug in the hall.” 

You step in the blood, grabbing him by the rusty black colored jacket and dragging him from the puddle. Of course it leaves drag marks, your heels making tracks alongside, but you can deal with the clean up later. 

Toga hurries over to help, carrying him by the legs and letting you guide the body to the floral rug.

“You don’t want to know what happened?”

You stop. Immediately dropping the dead weight, his blond head lolls off to the side. Your palms sheen with red, but you straighten up and push a beach curl from your cheekbone with the back of your hand.

“Not really. All I want is this fucker out of my house.”

It’s her turn to stare at you incredulously. This is completely out of nowhere for you to be assisting in hiding a dead boyfriend, even if you two are roommates. You’ve only been living together for four months now.

“Toga, I need you to listen, okay?” you say, a bit mockingly, “I can look past the murdering business by pretending you acted in self defense, but if you don’t have the goddamn brains to realize this idiot has friends, then I suggest you don’t stab people!”

Toga flinches slightly at the lilted pitch in your voice, already suggesting panicky, “We can take him to the woods and hide him there?”

“That’ll work.” You don’t think Twice about it.  

Working together, you both hoist him a couple feet onto the rug, refusing to look at his face. You didn’t need to be feeling a pang of guilt. It doesn’t take long for you to roll him towards the front door, as the material wraps around his figure. 

The hardest part is retreating to the car. The moment you push through the door, you see the distance from where you stand and the car parked a little down the sloping street. You both give a hard look to the powdery snow dusting the ground, quiet and enchanting. It would be beautiful...had you not been carrying a corpse.

“Stop being a little bitch and heave!”

“I can’t! You’re making me hold all the weight!”

“He’s off the ground! How the fuck are you holding all the weight?”

“But my arms hurt!”

“Fucking hell, Toga. What if I had stayed at my sister’s tonight? What then?”

“Stop yelling at me! I get it, alright? I shouldn’t have done it in the house!” 

Your bickering toils through the winds, muffled by the falling snow. The burst of cold air is running through your buttoned blouse while crossing to the 1929 Chevrolet causing a shiver to roll down your back. When you reach the car Toga plops the rug down onto the snow first, then you. Your wet fingers feel numb against the metal handle. 

There’s one entrance on each side, which likely will make shimming the body to the backseat  much harder. You pause, looking at the front in thought. 

“I’ll go first,” you say, “when he’s in, you go and grab our coats.”

“Are we burying him?”

“Think the lake’s faster.”

“What if it’s icy? They’ll see the hole if we throw him in.”

You both ponder your options for a little while, this isn’t exactly something you’ve done before...You can’t say the same for Toga, but she seems just as puzzled, almost clueless on how to get rid of her ex. 

Meanwhile, the rolled corpse behind you starts to slip downhill, little by little. The slanting street gives speed and the rug starts to roll.. Red droplets trail behind in its wake. 

You just happen to see it first.

“Toga—Toga, the body! The body!” 

Toga cries out, taking off after the rug as best she can on a frozen sheet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The graceful snowfall flutters with pain and chaos.

Toga skids against the fresh ice, feet stumbling under her navy blue dress. She falls to the ground with a hard thud, and you see she isn’t stopping. She keeps going alongside the body, sliding until the two disappear under another parked car. 

You don’t have time to think, a chill strikes up your spine in your panic. 

“Toga!” you call out, taking off after her. Unfortunately you find yourself abruptly on your back, pounding hard on the stones and stealing the breath from your lungs. 

If you could sigh right now you would. Or rather, if you could punch Toga right now you would, as rage twists with a throbbing pain in your chest. Was all this worth having a mobster roommate? The odds were piling against her. You have a mind to push her in the lake when you get there.

Several silent minutes go by with you staring up at the cloudy sky. It’s brighter from the illuminating white snow, and despite the icy powder prickling your flesh, you have no choice but to wait for the ache in your chest to fade. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

You hear a new voice, male, and the suave tone tells you who it is before he treads near. He looks over you with half lidded eyes of honey gold. 

He’s very pretty. The drifting snow flakes above his wheat coloured head manage to enhance this, though the uplifted eyes lined in black, and nicely sharp features are the last thing you want to see. You’re nowhere near ready to start lying out of Toga’s mess. 

“That can’t be too comfy down there,” Keigo says, bending forward with an outstretched hand,“C’mon, upsy-daisy.” 

You take his hand, feeling another leather glove hold your waist and lift you onto your feet. When you settle, he starts brushing the caked snow off your back. Mobster or not, he’s at least a gentleman.

“You alright?” he asks, giving you a once over for any fresh scratches.

You give a slow nod, crossing your arms over your chest. Fear’s got the better of you, and you look anywhere but him., “What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“Oh I am! You could say I’m on patrol, need to pick up a few things.” 

Your gaze stills to your left, heart skipping. Keigo’s not alone. Standing nearby, a slim figure dressed in black from head to toe is watching you two lazily. A thread of smoke seeps from his parted lips, clouding a handsome face and spikes of black hair. Keigo keeps talking, but you can’t take your eyes off the ghostly presence you know to be Dabi.

“Unfortunately that includes loverboy. He was supposed to be back hours ago, but we figured he’s still fooling around,” a little smirk tugs at his mouth, suggestively “He’s still inside, right?”

You blink, turning back to face Keigo, “I wouldn’t know, I just got home,” you lie. 

“Look at you! You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He starts suddenly, swiftly slipping his arms out from his heavy coat, revealing a black three piece with pinstripes, and a brighter crimson tie. In one smooth motion he twirls the long, beige coat over your shoulders, letting it rest over your figure.

“Thank you,” you say, before your eyes catch something. 

Dabi moves towards the clumsy skid marks, head tilting down to the red dots in the snow near his polished shoe. You stiffen.

“You sure you’re okay?” 

Your gaze flashes from Dabi’s retreating back to a politely smiling Keigo, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m really cold is all.”

“Well, we should get you inside. You know you left your door wide open?” Shit, the door. You forgot about the stupid door—

(Dabi looms across the indents in the snow and follows down the hill like a dark shadow against crystals illuminating bright.)

“Ah yeah, I thought I left my purse in the car. It was just for a second, and then I slipped,” You force a smile. Relax. You need to relax. Keigo doesn’t seem convinced, reading something off in your features.

“Is that right?”

(He gets the edge of the old Ford, and notes the specks of red soak wider here. The spots lead underneath.) 

“I know, it’s pretty foolish. It’s um...It’s a good thing you showed up when you did, or...”

Your eyes drift over Keigo’s shoulder. The underboss starts to crouch low. Your pupils shrink, a new wave of panic tingles the back of your neck. Damn him, why was he so clever? 

“Dabi, wait!” you shout, pushing past Keigo’s shoulder. In your hurry you kick up the snowy crystals, rushing to the taller mobster in his long obsidian coat. Dabi quickly turns, standing up.tall before you hook onto his upper arm like a lover. “I saw an animal go under there that looked hurt. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

A smirk that breaks into a grin spreads on his face, a look of amusement blooming from your look of fright. You want to glare at him, though that could be dangerous. Why does he like seeing you scared?

 “An animal, you say?” he parrots back, adopting the same mocking pitch you gave Toga earlier. He’s not in the least bit on edge, and you really don’t like that. He flicks his teal eyes up to look behind you just then, “Good thing I have the city’s best exterminator right here.”

As if on cue, you hear the crunching boots of Keigo walking to the car. “Give me a break with the dirty work, will ya?”

“What, scared of a little pest?” Dabi taunts back coolly.

 “I’m not too fond of getting my knees wet, actually,” Keigo returns quite dryly, sharp eyes studying the long pattern marks. He places his gloved hands on his thighs and drops himself to a crouch in front of the vehicle.

You desperately hope Toga proves you wrong. Maybe she had the common sense to bail while no one was looking. It’s all you can do at this point, while Keigo dips his head underneath. You don’t realize, but your grip on Dabi’s arm presses tighter into the wool.

Keigo inspects below for a moment. There’s a long pause like a winter evening should be. Silent. Calming. You can almost believe in the soothing little lie. Then Keigo coughs a laugh  that echoes through the street. Bursts of manic giggles grow louder from the mobster, leaving you tilting your head at his pushed back hair, confused.

“There’s a pest, alright! I think I caught something—“

Keigo reaches under, and with an impressively strong yank, Toga’s head pops out in a doe eyed stare. Her arms are wrapped around a bundled rug with a fairly familiar head sticking out. 

“Hey there, Toga!” Keigo exclaims, “When did you become a rat?”

 Dabi tips his head down, drawing the lit cigarette back to his lazy smile. He’s shockingly calm which does nothing to ease your shivering panic. Toga however, seems fine. In fact, she’s moved on to livelier feelings.

“Hey! Does it look like a rat could’ve done this?!” she snaps, shaking the body in her arms. It bangs against the bottom of the car sending loud echoes through the nearly empty street. Specks of blood dribble on the white ground, and a couple more drops spray her cheeks.

You stare up at the clouds, rolling your eyes. Goddamnit Toga.

“Yeah, I guess a rat can’t hold a knife, huh? Ya got me there.” Keigo turns and beams you a smug look, eyes half lidded in an expression that reads, nice try, but you failed.

You scrunch your nose, quietly shooting him back a glare. Asshole might’ve caught you both red handed, but he didn’t have to be so fucking cocky about it. It’s only charming when he has a winning hand at cards. Beside you, Dabi’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, though you don’t have the guts to flash him the same glower. He is second in command after all.   

“Yeah, see? That’s what I thought!” Toga says in victory.

You blink very, very slowly at Toga when she finally meets your vastly unamused gaze,“...Nice work, Toga.” 

It comes suddenly. A fiery warmth ghosts the dip in your waist as Dabi leans in. It’s not unwelcomed, raw and soothing even, but it hardly lasts. His hand curls around Keigo’s coat collar and pulls it off your shoulders. The crisp wind rushes to your exposed arms.

“You got any rat poison on you, Hawks?” Dabi tosses the coat to Keigo. 

He catches it mid air as he rises to stand. “Nah, fresh out. But we have some back at the house.” 

“You want to take care of our rat problem then?”

“Can do, boss man.”

Before you can figure out what they mean–what they have planned for Toga–Dabi’s pristine leather glove presses at the small of your back and directs you toward the pouring light of the open door. “Don’t wait up.”

It’s barely there, but as you shift your eyes to Keigo, his features take on a darkened look toward Dabi.

“Play nice, now,” you hear Keigo say. This time though, the joyous tone is gone. 

A new song hums on the radio when you’re pushed through the threshold, you listen to the richly solemn blues as Dabi closes the door. He turns the lock with a click and pockets the key.

“I forgive you 

'Cause I can't forget you.

You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea”

He doesn’t give you a passing glance, instead he turns and strolls down the freshly bare hall. He hasn’t removed his coat, and each room he passes he tilts his head in to search for something, stopping by the parlor. With a twist of a knob, he shuts off the radio.

“Where’d she ice him?” he asks, still not looking at you by the stairwell. 

“In the kitchen.” You return. No point in hiding it now. 

His steps creak the wood as he ambles further down, knowing full well where to go. He’s been here a handful of times; of course, those were happier evenings filled with drunken laughs.

You watch him stand by the doorway, staring at the vibrant mess of a crime scene. He pops the tip of his cigarette in his mouth before slipping from your line of sight. Dabi’s got the key to the door, so it’s not like you can run away—especially with Keigo just outside. It’s too risky to try and you know it, but it does cross your mind. 

Summing up the courage, you decide to follow Dabi with measured steps, “What are you going to do with Toga?” 

When you face the kitchen, Dabi’s near the table where you threw your coat. He has a hand in one of your pockets, and he’s fishing for something inside. It jingles in his grip as he stuffs it into his own pocket. Your car keys. 

“Are you going to kill her?” you try again, a little irked he’s swiping your things left and right. He doesn’t release your coat either, laying it over the crook of his elbow.  

He draws a final inhale from the dying bud, and crosses to the sink to snuff it out. An exhale of smoke blows out from his lips, “Killing her seems like a favor, don’t you think?”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

He turns, flicking teal eyes sheening with energy at you, “That lunatic’s no longer your concern. Right now, you ought to be more worried about yourself.”

Your features go taut, which in turn makes Dabi’s sadistic smirk return.

 “I didn’t help her kill him.”

“No,” he agrees, taking a few strides around the blood to approach you,“but you were willing to stash the stiff.”

“Yeah, for this very reason. I didn’t want you coming after me!”

Dabi draws dangerously close, mere inches apart as he glances down with lidded eyes, the smell of tobacco perfumes from his shirt collar nestled under a violet tie. He crooks his index finger, embellished with a silver ring, ghosting it under your chin. “How’d that turn out for you, babydoll?”

With a ruthless smile, he breaks the fixed stare and rounds you to the hallway. He seems to be making his way towards the parlor again, but the swish of your peacoat in his arm, set you off.

How dare he? You don’t like how he’s walked inside, claiming what’s yours. You might have your life screwed over, but at the very least you want your coat back as some semblance of control.

You stalk after him, picking up pace to aim for his arm. The clacks of your heels are loud, but you currently couldn’t care less about being sneaky, “Give it fucking back. You’re not keeping that!”

You lunge for the black wool, but as your fingers brush the material on his left elbow, Dabi whips the coat, rotating arms. You’re not fast enough, but you try a second reach for his right arm, huffing out a growl at his stealthy reflexes.

“Dabi, I’m serious! You’re such a—”

In a twirling motion his newly free palm shoves at your shoulder, pinning you against the stairwell’s wall. He’s close, so close, the blue flames in his eyes are absurdly intense. 

“That makes two of us. You’ll get this back when I say so.” 

His voice is low, soft lips almost connecting to yours. You tilt your chin up, glaring at him with fearful, tentative eyes. His gaze flashes with mirth, and he huffs a small laugh at you.

“I’ve always liked this about you. That spark inside you.” He muses. The peacoat spills to the floor. Dabi lifts his slender fingers, pushing back a loose curl from your cheek. 

Your stomach flips, as shocks tickle your skin. There’s been subtle flirting between you two before. You just wrote it off as overthinking the moment. Even though he only called you, babydoll, and he sat next to you at gatherings. How he filled your glass with water instead of booze as the nights waned. Now, you feel foolish for denying the little signs. 

“You have a horrible way of showing girls you like ‘em,” you counter back, your voice’s quiet but leveled. 

“Yeah?” he asks. The arm holding your shoulder tightens, while the other lowers to collect your long skirt. He traces his knuckles on the soft flesh of your thigh. As his hand trails up, his eyes remain fixed on your facial features. “Maybe this will help.”

His slim fingers reach the cotton slip, and it’s easy to pull off to the side, exposing the lips of your warmth. He tests the waters, sweeping the tips of his fingers across your folds. Your mouth parts in a breathless hitch in your throat. Dabi parts his own lips drawing near, ‘til his lips touch yours but not quite pressing together yet. His pierced nose bumps yours.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts, just before sinking two fingers between your folds, pumping deep and slow inside. “You’ll go upstairs and pack what you need. When you come down—”

He thrusts particularly hard into you, sending a gasping moan to fall from your open mouth. His voice remains calm, a hint of glee can be detected. Fucking bastard.

“—You’ll be leaving with me. You’ll work for me...Live with me…And you’ll do everything I say. You got it, babydoll?”

He adds a third finger, soaking his knuckles deep with your slick. He’s hitting the right spots, the perfectly deep pressure. Your attention turns hazy as wakes of pleasure tighten just below your stomach. Your hips buck against his thrusting hand, yet still, you manage to nod your head. 

Moans flutter from your lips and vibrate onto his smiling one. To heighten the pleasure he begins swirling your wet clit. “Ah, Dabi...Oh god, Dabi—”

He slows his fingers suddenly, which makes you cry out. He pretends to ignore it. “If you try to escape me...I will hunt you down and hurt you in ways that will marr that pretty skin of yours. I’ll make you scream so loud, and no one will be there to save you. Tell me you understand.”

He curls his knuckles, pressing into a rough spot at the top, pumping fiercely against your slippery, muscular walls. You cry out, squeezing at his shirt collar and coat. “Fuck—I understand, I understand! Baby, right there, ah!”

Dabi gives you no mercy. He tugs and twirls the bud of sensitive nerves, swirling with driven circles that clench your walls in wonderous pressure. You’re close, he’s so close to sending you in high bliss. Your moans get heavier, and your clenching more and more and—

He removes his fingers. Another cry of protest sobs from your mouth only to be swallowed by Dabi’s lips on yours. His tongue massages the moans from your breath, his scent of cigarettes and smoke immerse your senses as you drown in the kiss.

He slowly breaks apart with a wet sound, looking deeply in your lust-glossed eyes. His voice is low and arousingly husky. “Now get your things.”

Before you know it, Dabi pulls away from your shoulders, and turns for the parlor. You try catching your breath, watching his slim, muscular back...Did that happen? Did he rob you of everything? Your home, your life, your orgasm?

Eventually, with light steps you do as you’re told, and turn to climb up the stairs. What choice do you have? He has your life in the palm of his hand. And right before you make it to the top, your hand drawn on the railing, the spinning clicks of your house phone perk your ear.  

A long pause. Then finally, Dabi’s rich voice speaks up from the parlor,

“Hey, I’ll be needing a few guys at Togas...Yeah, we found him….Toga did him in pretty good...No, we’ll need the good bleach for cleanup.”

***

P.S, this might be a mini series 👀

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[heshoes]

She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse

Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)

Uni Daze Masterlist

Chapter 1 (Word Count 4k)

Harry

Water droplets cascaded down my neck before I grabbed a towel to throw over my head. That shower was definitely needed. My muscles would be sore from my workout this morning, but I enjoy the ache. As I headed towards my room to put on clothes I noticed that my roommates door was still closed and for Michelle this can only mean one thing.

I pulled up my trousers and pulled my t-shirt over my head before layering it with a plaid button up. If she doesn't wake up soon, I'll be forced to take measures into my own hands. I walked halfway down the hall and then stopped to pick up the beanie that I let Michelle borrow last night. The hat was carelessly tossed on the floor along with a t-shirt of hers and a pink-ish orange lace bra. This was just one of the many downsides of living with a woman. Even if she is your best mate, finding the occasional bras and panties mixed into your clothes on laundry day can put a damper on your chances of trying and talk to a girl if you don’t have a washer and drier in house, and lets not even mention those four to five days out of the month when a tampon box is left on the bathroom sink and you have to explain that to a date. Not thinking, I picked all of the items up before I dropped the shirt and bra on the ground, feeling somewhat awkward touching something that was so close in contact with Michelle's...intimate bits.

"Michelle?!" No answer…

"Mitchell?! Wake up you're gonna be late for our first class!”

I laughed to myself at her lack of response before I sauntered back down the hall to my room grabbing the Ultimate Alarm; a fog horn that Michelle, the lads, and I nabbed from a school footie game. We each have one and have all have organized to use it with each other when the drink has made us more sluggish than functional.

Not much has changed since the first day I met Michelle. She's the only one here that I've met who seems to have stayed the same throughout all the three years of university that I've known her....That can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing.

Shaking the foghorn with devilish delight and biting my cheeks so that I wouldn't blow my cover, my feet stopped in front of her door once again. I cracked the entrance slightly sticking my arm in the room and turning my head away to shield my ears as much as possible from the noise. As soon as I pressed the button to sound it off, I heard a loud thudding sound followed by cursing. If she wasn't up before, she's up now.

"WHAT THE FUCK, HAZLAND?!”

I ran back to my room to put the horn down and grab my bag. This is the first year that I haven't strained my back to pick it up. Fouth year with a lighter load but more studying than I did in all the other three years combined seems pretty backwards to me, but I won't complain.

"What time is it?”

"Half- Oh-“

Michelle emerged from her room looking worse for wear. Her hair was in a nest atop her head and she only wore a long sleeved burgundy t-shirt and a black pair of boy short knickers on her lithe, lanky frame. I  swallowed deeply and turned my head away not expecting her to be so scantily clad. The colors contrasted with her warm honey/caramel skin tone and it was only then that I took in how much of her skin was actually showing. I've seen her naked before but it was an accident and brief. Very brief. I only saw her outlines really, nothing of real importance... not that I was trying to look or anything.

"Half past eight. Go put on trousers! I don't want to see your bajingo!”

Michelle primped her dry lips at me prior to moistening them with a swipe of her tongue, making sure to flip her middle finger up in my direction before she disappeared back into her room.

"Everyone wants to see my bajingo Harry and that's plenty of time for me to get ready. You didn't have to use the Ultimate Alarm. It's not like I was in a drug induced coma!”

"I called you twice but you didn't answer. I thought that-“

I trailed off my words as a gorgeous blonde walked out of Michelle's room. Her hair was tussled and she was scrambling to adjust her skirt as Michelle looked at me with a tightlipped grin, feeling out the room.Michelle walked her secret house guest to the door and gave her a lingering kiss that caused the girl to stand on tip toe before awkwardly waving a goodbye to her and shutting the door. I was left stunned.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor Styles!”

"That- that was a girl.”

“Yes."

"She was your friend?”

“No."

Michelle walked into the kitchen grabbing an orange juice carton out of the refrigerator. She took a sip straight from the jug causing me to grimace before she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed a  red solo cup. I was only momentarily distracted before I continued on my previous trail of thought.

"But, you were...and she…"

"Yes Harry, spit it out come on. You're almost there. I know it. I can feel it”

"She was putting her clothes back on.”

Michelle nodded her head in agreement as she continued to guzzle the rest of our citrusy, pulp free juice. After she finished it, she tossed the empty plastic to me and then walked out of the kitchen. I was right by the bin but set the cup on the countertop as my brain continued to navigate through what I think I want to ask.

"You didn't have on many clothes…"

"No, Harry. Neither of us did last night.”

Michelle folded her arms while squinting at me. The hint she's dropped allows what comes out of my mouth next to be uninhibited and honestly sound a bit too over zealous about the idea.

"You had sex with her?”

Michelle nodded her head up and down grinning slightly. Almost a smug look on her face I would say. She hadn't been in a relationship in a while. The last one I remember was when she was with my best mate Louis. It's how I met her as a matter of fact. Michelle and Louis are virtually the same person. It's freaky sometimes. She could be a reincarnate of him as a girl. They were inseparable, but when it ended it ended badly. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Neither of them will talk about it, but I managed to stay neutral in the whole situation and still be able to carry on a friendship with both of them. I'm still good friends with Lou, but he doesn't come around as much since I moved in with Michelle. Me and her got on so well while her and Louis dated it was hard not to become friends with her as well. Louis moved on and moved in with his bird earlier this year and I haven't really seen Michelle with anyone...Until now.

"So-so, you're a lesbian then?”

"Yes Harry. I've 'switched teams' as they say.”

"Since when?” I was just so shocked.

"Since over the summer...Does it bother you?” Michelle looked down at the ground and scratched the back of her neck as if she were bracing herself if I said it did and to be honest I was slightly offended that she’d think that way of me.

“No… No, I just never saw you with anyone over the summer.”

I could hear a sigh of relief escape Michelle’s lips as she turned to leave the front door.

I could have sworn she only hung out with me and the lads when Louis wasn't around. She hung out with us so much and we'd gotten so comfortable around her that we actually started counting her as one of the guys and calling her 'Mitch' or 'Mitchell' instead of Michelle. She always pretends to get cross with us when we called her that, but she can never keep a straight face long enough for us to believe that she doesn't like it.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't with anyone Harrow." Michelle winked at me and went back into her room coming out ten minutes later in joggers, a t-shirt, and Nike trainers with no backpack, one pencil, and a pen. Very prepared.

"Told you thirty minutes was more than enough time. Come now, Hazland.”

"...That's what she said." I smiled proudly at my own joke while Michelle gave me an unwavering a stale face.

"If I can say anything about growth in these last 4 years of our friendship it would be that you have made the least of it. You are the worst.”

“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle names. I thought it was funny." I grinned at her irritation grabbing all of my things in preparation to start the final year.

"Of course you did. Usually when you think it's funny that means it's not.”

Michelle exited out leaving me to lock the door to our new off campus apartment but I wanted to know more. 

I followed behind her and asked her all types of questions. You can't just spring on people that you've switched sides and not expect them to want to know all of the details. In all honesty it wasn't a big deal as long as she was happy. Perhaps I was just being nosy, but after usually seeing her with mainly men my underlying question to her was probably, "Why?"

"I wasn't having that much luck with guys, Haz. One night I went out for a drink and a girl approached me so I figured, why the hell not? What could it hurt, really? Nothing. I went for it, and I enjoyed myself.”

She didn't have a great track record with guys after her split with Lou. She was so unhappy at one point, but then again when you bring home assholes and expect them to turn into stand up gents tears are to be expected. They always looked like gutter grunge to me but at the moment that seemed to be her type, so I didn't say anything. I've actually spent a lot of nights with Michelle rubbing her back as she cried against my shoulder and handing her the odd Kleenex to substitute for my shirt. Now that I think about it, last summer I really didn't see her with any guys. I guess when I saw her with girls I always assumed they were just her friends.

"So...What's it like?”

"What's what like?”

"You know the, um, the switch...What's it like?" Michelle threw her head back and laughed as we reached the main building for our senior seminar class.

"You mean what's it like going from cock to fanny? Is that what you're asking me?" I raised my eyebrows at her bluntness and I could feel heat rise in my cheeks. There's no beating about the bush with Michelle, not anymore anyway.

"Pretty much, yeah. That's what I'm asking. I’m just being nosy. If it’s too much you don’t have to-“

"Honestly," Michelle shifted her eyes back and forth as if she was going to tell me the secret to life in her next sentence, "It's so much better. Guys have no clue what they're doing down there. It's so refreshing to have someone know exactly what it is that I want, when I want it, and how I want it without explaining myself like I'm a bloody rubix cube. Did you know that there are three holes down there?” She asked me sarcastically as if we weren’t both on track for Med school.

"I resent that! And no…no I didn't know that.” I replied to sarcasm with sarcasm, grinning to myself much like the purple devil emoji. I surely did know all the holes.

"Why is that, Hazland? The resentment issue?”

We took our seats in the half full lecture room at the back of the class as we normally do. Michelle, myself and the rest of the gang have started many an early weekend by sitting in the back of the class, signing the attendance sheet and then leaving when the professors back was turned. I don't think I'll do that this year though. I have too many important tests to take if I want to be a doctor. I mean to pass the UKCAT exam the first time.

"Because I'm not half bad at it. At least I don't think I am... Never got a complaint before and I don't intend to.”

Michelle laughed loudly as the professor walked in, drawing attention our way. I smiled and waved at the onlookers before Michelle chuckled again grabbing my hand to stop me as the professor started to speak.

"Just because you never got a complaint doesn't mean that it wasn't said, Harrow. Nine times out of ten, if you don’t hear a complaint it’s because she cares more about your ego than her orgasm...It’s a shame really.”

I primped my lips at her and we continued to whisper to each other back and forth while we took notes on what the professor wrote on the whiteboard during the lecture. There would be two major papers in this class. Thankfully for the twenty page essay that we'll be assigned to do later on in the quarter we can have a partner. Michelle quickly leaned her head on my shoulder choosing me to work with when the paper isn't even due until the last week of class. I of course accepted her. Not only is she my friend but she's one of those annoyingly clever people. I've honestly never seen Michelle open or purchase one required textbook in all of our three years knowing each other in our university careers, but every time marks are posted her marks are always first class honors.

By the end of class, I ended up giving Michelle a hefty amount of paper for notes in seminar and for the other classes she had throughout the rest of the day. It baffles me as to how she's this born genius, but the most unorganized person that I know at the same time. Her only response to my annoyance was, "At least I have writing utensils.”

"Was that girl this morning your girlfriend?”

"No. I'm an admitting fuckgirl. What’s the saying? If you can’t beat them join them. I refuse to be part of the played group any more. It's our last year after all. I figure it's time to up the ante. Let monogamy go.”

I laughed and shook my head before another question came up. It was always something I wanted to know about lesbians but was too embarrassed to ask. It's not like I have many lesbian friends who I could turn to and get the information that most want to know.  I'm never that embarrassed around Michelle though.

"So, erm, um...who's more dominant, when you're...You know?”

Michelle rolled her eyes at the question and I began to feel like an ass.

"When we're scissoring?" She spoke loudly making my thought about embarrassment wrong.

“Chelle!"

Michelle snickered knowing that she's put a vivid image in my head of her and the mystery blonde. I shake the thought before I get too carried away. I'm not supposed to get aroused with the thought of my best friend and another girl.

"Whoever feels like it whenever they feel like it? It was always a competition with men isn't it?”

“I don’t think it’s so much a competition as it is that some women don't like being on top?” I spoke presenting the idea causing her to pop her lips in disagreement.

“It’s never asked though is it? Sounds like male assumption to me. When I'm with a girl it's just flat out pleasurable for the pair of us. It's not about dominance, Harry. It's about getting off. Scissoring isn't a thing though, by the by.”

I nodded my head up and down still in awe that she of all people had taken a liking to someone who has the same bits as she does. It didnt' bother me like she thought it did earlier and I hope I didn't give her that impression by my line of questioning. Honestly these were just things I always wanted to know. I'm actually more hurt that scissoring apparently isn't a thing...They make it look so pleasurable in porn...I've been bamboozled.

"That's enough questions about me for now. What's happened to you?”

"What do you mean?"

"Harry full offense, but you were a slut when I first met you. You've since depleted in your numbers dramatically, except I'm sure the use of your hand. There were tissues in your bin the other night when I was cleaning the apartment and you don't have a cold…"

"I have h-hay fever Michelle! Allergies kick up at random times... Don't clean my room, I'll do it! It's personal in there. I knew I couldn't find any of my shit for a reason. And hang on-" I knotted my eyebrows playfully at her earlier slut comment.

I admit that I got around, but I moved very slowly. I've only ever had sex with seven or maybe nine girls in my twenty-one years give or take. I don't really keep count. It's not like they were souvenirs or notches on my belt for me to keep track of. All of them were an experience and I'm pretty sure I could name them all if I had to.

The first time happened my last year in 6th form or high school you could say and I didn't even know Michelle then. I got teased for that a bit, but I wasn't in a rush. The maybe other seven or eight happened here at uni but it wasn't as frequent as Michelle makes it out to be. The first two were in my first year when I met Michelle, one of them ended up being my girlfriend over a span of Five months. After that, I only was only ever active with a few more spaced out over the course of two and a half years, and they were regulars. That's not that bad when you think about it, especially for a guy my age at university.

"You were Haz! You had a new girl every weekend.”

"I did not! They were the same few people. They just kind of, alternated? You just never paid them any attention so you thought they were different every time. You're giving me more credit than I deserve." 

Michelle rolled her eyes and continued to tease me.

"Whatever. What's happened then?”

"I don't know what you mean. I got invested in my studies. I have to take the UKCAT this year.”

"When is the last time you fun bit wrestled, willy waggled, played 'hide the helmet', rolled in the hay as they say?" I scrunched my nose and then thought about it and then got frustrated that I had to actually think about it.

“Yet I’m the worst? Who’s this they you speak of?" I asked her, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.

"Everyone says those things when talking about sex. The more mature ones do anyway. Stop dilly dallying and answer the question. When is the last time you put your 'p' in a ‘v'?"

"S-spring? Early spring? Early Spring terms I guess…"

I could feel my cheeks turn red as I answered her question and Michelle bit her cheeks as an odd snorting noise left her nose while she tried to hold in her laughter. It's not that funny.

"You haven't fucked since the spring?" I  laughed more at myself than at the shocked look on her face and shook my head no.

"No, not actual Spring. Early spring terms, so February...My birthday.”

"Harry, we're at the end of August here! You might as well count yourself as celibate. Not that I can blame the girls for dodging you. You still call a vagina a bajingo.”

I chuckled before I spoke, "The word vagina is honestly just as bad as bajingo. And this is coming from someone who has over a hundred words and phrases for sex.”

"A hundred and counting, Harrow.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to make the red in my cheeks less noticeable by rubbing my hand over my face. Spring term is when I decided to get more focused. I threw myself into clubs and my books to try to get more into school and buckle down. I'm even president of our graduating class now, prepared to serve on the Alumni council after graduation and I for one am proud of myself for getting this far. The greater half of my first three years here at university was spent at frat parties and in my bed sleeping class time away. I barely know how I made it through this far with decent grades, but I'm grateful that I did. Failure isn't an option.

Michelle stood on tip toe, leaning her head on my shoulder all the while soothingly rubbing my back. When I turned my head to face her, she batted her long lashes at me and made her big brown eyes look like one of those odd cartoon characters whose eyes cover more than half of their face.

"It's okay, Harry.”

"What is?”

"That you haven't gotten any pussy in over six months." Michelle has officially taken a back seat and let Mitchell take the wheel. This is how she got the nickname in the first place.

"Sod off Mitch! It's not like it's a bad thing-“

"Like shit it isn’t."

"I'm busy anyway.”

"With your hand and those bin tissues." I nudged Michelle off my shoulder feigning to be fed up with her masturbation jokes.

"Well if you weren't in my room you wouldn't have seen them! Gosh, you do something one time and then that's what people automatically associate you with!”

Michelle lets out another awkward snort that causes both of us to laugh out loud as we walk through the halls preparing to go our separate ways for the rest of the day.

"That was actually kind of funny Harry. Your jokes are getting a bit better.”

"Yeah, I know. They're funny when they're at my expense.”

"Aw, Hazland. You poor, poor serial masturbator. I'll see you later, yeah?”

"Yeah," I grinned at her before I turned to leave.

"Wait, how much later?” Michelle walked back towards me with one eyebrow raised to the sky as I tried to quickly map out my schedule for the day in my head before spitting it out to her.

"Uh, I get done with classes at half five, then I have a class meeting at six, and then I work at the first year halls front desk from seven to eleven thirty tonight. So I'll probably get home around midnight."

I contently sighed and grinned at Michelle as a look of pure horror took place of her once relaxed features. Her eyes seemed to widen larger after every additional activity that I listed, but I truly enjoyed remaining busy. Michelle's face remained contorted with displeasure before she spoke.

"So you're still coming to the pub later with the lads right?”

"Uh-oh. Chelle I don't know. I kind of forgot all about that. I don't think I will though, it's Monday and-“

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm not taking no as an answer. You promised and it's welcome week anyway. The pub is gonna be live! Just swing by and have one drink.”

“Nahhh I think I’m gonna-”

"One drink.”

“Sit this one out.”

"One drink, Harrow. One. Come on its tradition. You can't just bum out on tradition. This is our last year." She held up her tiny pointer finger to emphasize her point before she spoke again, this time in a small whisper, “One."

“No."

“Please?"

“No."

“Please?” Her lips pouted and her eyes turned sad trying her hand at manipulation.

"No, Chelle. No. Stop looking at me that way...Oh! Gah! Fine. I'll head to the pub when I get off work. One drink. One.”

Michelle bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in excitement making me shake my head before I turned to leave. Before I could make a real step Michelle called my name again.

"Hey, do you think I could borrow a pen? I seemed to have dropped mine."

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harrystylesfanfic #harrystylessmut #harrystyleswriting #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x oc #harry styles x original character #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #harry styles recommendations #harry styles masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles drabble #woah woah woah I'm super nervous posting this here #I wrote this on Wattpad years ago and am just now fixing and editing it #long hair harry #short hair harry #friends to lovers

[miabrown007]

January, the posting date of the 2021 @mlbigbang fics, is fastly approaching; so let me present the fic I've been working on for the past six months.

The dumbest (post-reveal pre-relationship), the most intricate (fake-dating), and the maximum bearer of fluff in these miscommunication-filled times (they were roommates)!

Now with art from the amazing, the showstopping, the super sweet and talented @art-the-f-up and @lukalunar, my lovely collaborators! <3

seven is my lucky number (in the theaters read on AO3 from the 3rd of January)

“I took eight,” Adrien beamed. “Eight?” “Eight photos! So there wouldn’t be seven of them. That would have been unlucky,” he said with a smirk. Marinette snorted, wondering if he had always been such a dork. “You know that I don’t really dislike seven as a number, right?” “What? M’lady lied to me?" he gasped, his palm leaning flat against his heart. "M'lady lied to me about her lucky number? Oh! Oh! Friendship ended with m’lady! Friendship ended for one thousand years!” “Oh, stop being dramatic! Seven just isn’t like you!” Marinette said, before biting her tongue. She really should have gotten in the habit of thinking before she spoke, because she wanted to finish the thought with, I don’t have feelings for it. She couldn’t say that. But Adrien was looking at her expectedly. She had to say something. “You two are different because you’re odd!” Adrien laughed. Not with her. At her. It was clear as day. “I'm sorry, m'lady, but that's really bad. And not even true because seven is, indeed, odd. So we're just the same.” Marinette felt her face being consumed by flames. Unfortunately, they weren't real. She would have much prefered it. "Well, if you're the same, that makes it easy. Then I hate both of you," she grumbled, trying to hide her face in her phone. "Oh, come on, Bugaboo, you don't mean that!" Adrien coaxed, leaning so close to her, that the only thing separating them was the curtain of her hair. "You don't really hate me, do you?" "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Marinette looked up with a smirk that sang odes about the truth. She wanted to reach out to flick the bell in his neck, only… This was Chat in his civilian form. Adrien. Sometimes it sure was easy to forget. "I guess you'll just have to wait and learn it for yourself."

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #mlb #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #post reveal #post reveal pre relationship #roommates #fake dating #fluff #humor #fanfiction #miaraculous writing #ml big bang 2021 #ml big bang #I'm so hyped for this you can't possibly imagine!! but I guess me being so overdramatic takes the point through nicely #(Adrien is just like that in the fic so it's totally on brand) #hype!!

[abruisedmuse]

Fenorian as college roommates and then they realize they are into each other

This technically for day 2: favorite ship or day 7: Free Choice for @dorianhavilliardweek

Pairing: Dorian x Fenrys

Word Count: 5,715

Warnings: NSFW, Mentions of death (it's just backstory)

*I can't find my taglist in my docs. But since it's been a long, looong time for me with writing. I'm just starting a new one. If you'd like to be added for any future fics let me know! Thank you @moononastring for holding my hand while I did this and through all my writers block. Love you.

“What are we doing?” the question a heated whisper against the swollen lips of his roommate's face.

While his face caged between the firm, soft touch of capable hands became increasingly flushed. His head and heart were a war of thoughts and emotions. The most terrifying of all was how right this felt. A heavy, intruding thought and one Dorian never saw coming. A restless feeling he could never pinpoint found its mark tonight.

“Kissing?” moonlight glistening in those onyx eyes, a hint of teasing in his drunken tone. Fenrys dragged a finger down Dorian’s wet lips before leaning in again, golden curls brushing against Dorian’s cheek as the distance closed between them, lips molding perfectly together. Dorian slipped a hand through those curls welcoming his tongue when he opened his mouth to moan. A steady hand traveled down his shirt to the bands of his pants flicking the snap of a button…

“Dorian!”

Dorian blinked once, twice. A blank stare came from Aelin as her expression became wrought with concern. Did she have to look at him like that? Right now? It was the last thing he needed at that moment. For her all too knowing mind to piece together he was struggling with this. With what happened the night before in a whirlwind of alcohol-induced lust. That’s all it was. And they’d never speak of it again.

Yet, when Fenrys walked past him fresh from the shower that morning, slipping a shirt on and grabbing his bag, it was like Dorian saw him in a new light. As if he were seeing him, truly seeing him for the first time. He couldn’t focus on anything but the staccato beat of his heart. It didn’t pass Dorian that Fenrys hadn’t looked at him at all before leaving. That bothered him, more than he cared to admit. It was just a drunken one-night stand. With his roommate. Who he did not have feelings for. Right?

No, Dorian wasn’t thinking back on the four years they’ve lived together. The late-night talks, unwavering support for each other. For Dorian when he lost Sorscha and for Fenrys when he lost his twin, Connall. Dorian could still recall the countless times he ventured into his roommate’s room at late night hours. Offering comfort in any way he could. Putting his arms around Fenrys, letting him sleep there in that security. He thought nothing of it then. Just a way to repay what Fenrys had initially done for him within less than six months of living together.

Fenrys had lost his brother just last year. Now that Dorian was thinking back on it, how Fenrys would slump into him. It was almost as if Dorian was his anchor during a dark time. Now that he looked back on it, there was an odd sense of something…deeper stirring between them. Then the first time Fenrys truly laughed again. That moment too, Dorian recalled the thunderous way his heart reacted, his entire being coming alive at the sound. He simply chalked it up to relief. Happiness that Fenrys was smiling again.

"What happened?"

Tired icey blues landed on his best friend for a brief moment before flicking to the ceiling, his body leaning into the couch. He sighed heavily and Aelin's brows rose in question.

"Something happened last night. After the party. Something here," Dorian finally answered, keeping eyes firmly planted on the ceiling. Acting as if he's never seen a fan in his twenty-four years of life.

"Okay," Aelin paused waiting for a response until the awkward silence was too much. "What."

"I uh…"

Gods those lips. The perfection of them, the pleasurable moans they elicited from Dorian. The vibration of Fenrys' cool charmed voice against his Adam's apple while his traveling hand found its destination. Wrapping around the hardened length of Dorian, stroking him.

"Feel good Havilliard?" He said it in a way that Fenrys didn't need an answer. He knew. "Tell me you have lube and condoms."

Dorian nodded. "Left..shit" he groaned, his roommate gripping his cock tighter, "Left nightstand."

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Dorian. The way I've wanted to."

The way I've wanted to.

"Ow." Something heavy struck Dorian in the chest. Attention snapping to Aelin and the random book laying haphazardly in his lap.

"I skipped morning sex with Rowan because you needed me. All you've done is stare and stare like you're solving the most complicated math equation."

"Because it is complicated,” The bottom of his palms pressed into his forehead, burrowing his fingers into his hair gasping the strands.

"Fantastic. What is Dorian?" She questioned with mockery even as alertness rose in Aelin. Telling her whatever was troubling one of her best friends wasn’t anything small. She knew when it was family issues, school, other friends, but this was a matter of the heart. A subject Dorian hadn’t touched since Sorscha left him, going on a train to the southern continent never to return.

"Fenrys." he sighed in confession.

Aelin had to fight the oncoming grin. Unbeknownst to Fenrys or Dorian, their entire group of friends has placed bets on when something would happen. As luck would have it thanks to this confession, she won. Knowing Fenrys better than anyone, it was an easy prediction. This wasn’t the time to shout a whoop for a bet. Dorian was far from okay. Frustration rolled off of him in waves. The entire morning he had trouble focusing. Even now Dorian seemed to have difficulty with speaking of it. She wondered if Fenrys spoke his feelings aloud and were not returned in the way he hoped. She’d call him after hearing Dorian’s rejection. Aelin shifted to sit next to Dorian on the couch, rubbing comforting strokes down his back, her head resting on his shoulder.

Somehow simply stating his name was enough to unleash his thoughts.

“You know Ansel threw a party last night. We got drunk and came home. I stumbled on my feet, Fen steadied me.'' Aelin braced herself, hiding her giddiness. “I don’t know who started it. Suddenly we were making out.”

“He looks like he's a good kisser. The kind that makes your knees weak,” she added.

Dorian looked down on her, “Understatement of the year,” Aelin chuckled. “Before I knew it, we were in my room, my bed, clothes off.” Dorian let out a small smirk, “His clothes are in my room still.” Soon as that smirk arrived it faded into nothing.

“Sounds like you had fun.”

Dorian agreed with a nod, his cheeks heating recounting the night.

In a matter of seconds, their clothes were discarded. Both of them laughed freely as Dorian threw an arm around his roommate’s neck. Mouths meeting once more with hunger. His gut churned with primal want. A fire long put out now burned brightly within. Fenrys pulled away, anchoring himself lower and lower. Lips that caused Dorian to briefly forget his name wrapped over his cock. Their eyes met as Fenrys took in his manhood, heavy, hard, and leaking at the tip. Dorian wanted to close his eyes, becoming lost in the heady bliss. He was entranced by the way Fenrys dragged his mouth down his cock, tongue swirling along his shaft. He couldn't look away if he tried. Winding his fingers through Fenrys' hair, Dorian's hips jerked at the moment Fenrys opened wider, taking in every inch.

Dorian groaned, "If you keep doing that I'm coming in your mouth."

Mouth full of Dorian, Fenrys grinned, brows raised in challenge. His words were a hot vibration on his cock, "Then come."

Dorian watched in awe as Fenrys continued to take him in his hot, wet mouth. He teased in long and quick strokes. Switching between fast and slow. How Dorian hadn't erupted in his mouth yet he didn't know. This. Fenrys' worship of his cock was an image he never expected and the longer he remained there. A sobering thought struck him. Dorian realized he wanted him like this more than once. That he wanted him to show him this pleasure too. He couldn't explain it. The rightness of these images, a feeling of belonging to each other. He made a mental note to think about this later.

Fenrys fisted his own cock. Pumping with vigor, moaning against Dorian’s. His tongue swept over Dorian’s tip.

"Gods." Dorian moaned in a breath. "Fuck Fen."

"Come for me, baby. Fill my mouth." Fenrys murmured in command.

His fingers gripped golden curls as he plunged his dick good and deep, fucking the throat of one of his closest friends. Hips thrusting involuntarily as a surge of ecstasy coursed through his veins. His breath hitched, his balls tightened. Immediately his thoughts went to a future he never dreamed of. He and Fenrys, cuddled in a couch binge-watching, hand in hand down the street laughing, cooking, and kissing together, resulted in Fenrys against the counter, Dorian buried inside him.

"I'm gonna come." Dorian gritted his teeth, vision blurring as he hit a new high.

Quickly Fenrys wrapped a palm at the base of his cock, stroking fast as Dorian coated his mouth in ropes of come.

"Loverboy." Aelin snapped her fingers in his direction. "Back to reality."

"Sorry." His cheeks now a deep scarlet and there's a stiffness between his leg. Dorian adjusted the book on his lap.

"Well if you want my opinion. Which you called me so you do,” She reminded him. “It seems like a good thing. That is…” Aelin trailed off for a dramatic pause, “If you can't stop thinking about it" a wicked grin formed on her face, a twinkle in her turquoise eyes. "Happened. What's complicated."

"He's my roommate. I had a blow job and got fucked by my roommate Aelin."

She could have said a thousand different things starting with not needing the visual imagery of Fenrys sucking off Dorian. Aelin didn't feel the stress in his voice. "You want to do it again?"

Dorian was silent for a beat. Not long enough to daydream again.

"Yes. But not just that. Last night I thought about us. Him and I. I couldn't get it out of my head. Last night was just this wrecking ball that tore away the friendship and showed me that maybe we've always been heading here. He said some things last night that made me believe it. Then we finished. I said something stupid. He backed away like I don’t know. I turned into a ghost leopard. Maybe Fen was embarrassed. No, he was.” His eyes darted wildly thinking of the aftermath. He started rambling like a madman, “This morning he wouldn't look at me, wouldn't speak to me and I tried Aelin. I did. He didn’t even stop, I stood there,…"

"Hey," Aelin spoke with reassurance, pulling his arms away from him. Forcing Dorian to look at her. "First you need a deep breath and to relax. I haven't seen you this wound up in a while." Running his hands through his hair he did just that. Inhaling and then releasing a long breath. “Have you had coffee yet?” An oddity for him, being how he seemed to live off it.

“No. I woke up when Fenrys started to slip his shoes on. Left my room to talk to him, like I said he ignored the creak from my door. Didn’t look at me, just walked away. I called you and I’ve been sitting here ever since.”

Aelin jumped from the couch. “That’s why your thoughts are a mess. I’ll get you a cup.”

Before he could protest Aelin made her way to the kitchen. Desperately she wanted to tell Dorian her thoughts on the matter. The things Fenrys told her before he lost his twin. A part of her felt it was okay to speak. The other thought it would break trust with her friend. These are words that should come from Fenrys, not her. She settled on the choice of waiting. Seeing what Dorian said before deciding what part to listen to. From the way he was acting, Aelin had a sneaking suspicion Dorian felt the same. It just took him time to get there. He wouldn’t be at such a loss if he felt any other way.

The coffee machine was set up already with a fresh pot. Next to it a mug in the shape of a book stack. Three packets of sugar were laid out on the counter…Dorian uses three packets. Fenrys took his coffee the way she did. More creamer and sugar than actual coffee. A bright yellow note stuck to the machine caught her attention Reaching for it, Aelin broke out in a smile at the quick scripture.

“Idiot,” she muttered to herself. “Dorian?”

“Hmm?” she heard from the living room.

“Come here. You should see this.” As promised she poured his coffee, emptied the packets of sugar into the mug. A few moments passed and Dorian arrived at the entrance of his kitchen.

Dorian walked in, the tile cool beneath his feet, rubbing the back of his neck approaching Aelin with that wild grin she was known for, “Why are you grinning like that? I’m in a crisis.” he gripped taking the coffee inhaling the whorls of heat rising from the mug. “That was quick and my favorite mug huh?”

Aelin chewed her bottom lip. Dorian peered at her, brows knitted in confusion, “The coffee was already made, your mug brought down and sugar laid out.” handing him a sticky note, “This was attached to the coffee pot. His brows pulled together deeper, the mug he just took settled on the granite counter. The beating of his heart was irregular and steadfast reading over the note.

Dorian,

Didn’t wanna wake you. Coffee’s ready, your three packets next to your favorite mug. Um, call me or text me when you get this. We’ll get breakfast. Unless you’d rather not. Then I guess I’ll see you later.

Fen

Next to his name was a scribbled heart. Fenrys drew it, then thought better of it. Dorian read it over and over, his eyes reading the few words to the point that if he shut his eyes, they’d be there. Etched under his lids. Leaning against the counter he looked to Aelin for assistance. “What does it mean?”

“You’re not that stupid Dorian. He wants to talk about last night.” She took a breath. “This morning did he have his headphones in? The Bluetooth ones?” Dorian shrugged embarrassment flooding through him. “You know that-”

“He puts them on and jogs to the gym. Yeah.” He pressed his thumbs into his temples squeezing his eyes tight. “I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not. You got your back blown out, probably hungover and dealing with feelings you haven’t in a long time. A mess? Yes, but you’re not an idiot. Trust me, Fenrys is probably a mess too. The only difference is he’s used to the feelings whereas you, it's new..”

Dorian swore the floor shifted beneath him. His knees weakened, staring in disbelief at Aelin. She gave him one of those looks that had the word what plastered on her face. Until the realization of her words struck her. The what turning into a simple, oh. “Explain.”

“Your coffee is getting cold.” she pointed out.

“It’s fine. Explain.” Dorian folded his arms across his chest. Fixing a look at her. To Aelin’s credit, she stared right back unwavering. They stood like that for several moments. “Please. I can’t make sense of this and I need to. I feel like somehow I ruined everything.”

Aelin stared at him for another moment. She couldn’t resist the charming, emotion-filled baby blues. Not for a second. “You didn’t hear this from me.”

Aelin hopped on the opposite counter, and Dorian finally took a long drag of his coffee. Not as hot as the first pour but still warm enough he could manage. He listened with intent as Aelin told explained. About a week before Connall’s bike accident Fenrys brought up his attraction to Dorian. Intrigued by this story, the Havilliard heir ended up jumping on the counter behind him sipping his coffee as she continued. Dorian remembered that night. It was Karaoke night down at Skulls Bay. They sang Tongue Tied by Grouplove and several Taylor Swift songs together. Thinking, really thinking of that night, he visualized a moment of grinning at his roommate and the awestruck way Fenrys stared back. Fenrys acted off the remainder of the evening, almost shy when it came to Dorian. Why didn’t he notice it for what it was?

Pressing on Aelin went into Connall’s death. Of Fenrys pushing away his feelings, it wasn’t the right time. His long stage of grief wouldn’t allow it. And yet, Dorian learned through that time, Fenrys truly did use him as an anchor, a light in fractured darkness. Like the sun peeking out of dark gray clouds, his heart constricted at the knowledge. The odd times where Fenrys’ gaze fell to his lips and Dorian’s entire being felt an odd calling to push closer, but he never did. The things Fenrys spoke aloud last night began to click into place.

Dorian’s legs wrapped over his hips. Fenrys rolled his hips, thrusting deep and good into his backside, stretching and filling every inch. Inky black eyes met icy blues, Fenrys leaned in cupping his roommate's cheeks, kissing him hotly. His tongue dragged over his lips wandering to Dorian’s ear, in between panted breaths he whispered, “You…have no…” a guttural groan, “fucken idea. '' a moan from Dorian as rested his palms on Fenrys’s chest sliding up to his shoulders. “How long I’ve wanted you like this.”

“On my back?”

Fenrys chuckled darkly, sensually. “ No.” he tugged the bottom of Dorian’s ears.” Well, yea. But” Hips snapping against his roommate’s ass. “Mine.”

Then Fenrys kissed him again. Kissed him like a lover. A wanton blend of tenderness and desire. His hands touched him with the same, gentle and firm caresses. Touching every part of him as if Fenrys couldn’t get enough of Dorian Havilliard.

This time Dorian shook himself from the memory. Knowing if he kept at it he’d chub in front of Aelin and it was the last thing he wanted to do. A chime broke through the air startling them both. Aelin jumped down, locating her bag fishing around for her phone, “So now you know. Fenrys has wanted you for a while now. And you didn’t get it from me. This was your thought.” she warned. Tossing a glare over her shoulder. “ Why do you think you screwed up?”

Dorian winced, “When we finished I don’t know what happened. Word vomit I guess.”

She paused from looking at her screen to him, “What did you say?”

“I said well that was fun roomie.” If Aelin’s jaw could have dropped to the floor, it would have. Learning of Fenrys’ feelings Dorian understood why it looked like he slapped him after that. “ I know!”

“Well, that was fun roomie.” Dorian raised a hand for a high five. What the fuck is wrong with him? Fenrys…Fenrys looked as if he’d been slapped. Like his heart was torn from his chest. He never witnessed Fenrys stand and run from a room so quickly. “Fenrys? Fen wait. I’m sorry.”

Dorian slipped his boxer briefs on, running through his door to the opposite side of their apartment. The door to Fen’s room slammed shut before he made it halfway. That didn’t stop him. No. Dorian banged on the door. He was met with silence. He tried again and again. Even reached for the doorknob attempting to turn it and open the door. The foolish choice really but he was desperate. This was the best night he had in a long time. Not just the passionate sex, Everything before that. Just being with Fenrys laughing, flirting, dancing, and drinking. “Fenrys answer the door. Please.”

“Glad you had fun. Goodnight Roomie.” Through the wall, Dorian still picked up the bitterness in his voice.

Dorian knocked a few times. A deafening silence was his only answer. Sighing in defeat he dragged his body back to his room. A part of him longed to sit out at his door. He couldn’t handle the possibility of Fenrys waking up and moving past him. The mere thought was acid to his stomach. So instead he went into his room and shut the door with a click. A heady scent lingered in the air, reminding him of what transpired here tonight. Though the hickey on his neck. The pleasurable tiredness was a good indicator too. More than good.

Sleep was far from reach, His mind buzzing with Fenrys, Fenrys, Fenrys. With his touch, scent, lips, that easy smile, the way his eyes shine, and how he laughs with his entire body. A damn good body too. One he took great care in and Dorian now knew in the most intimate of ways. He should take the door off the hinges and go into his room. Apologize then make him laugh and Kiss him soundly. The thoughts kept circling for hours.

Why did it bother him so much?

“Oh no. It’s a voicemail.” Aelin pursed her lips. “From Fen. And he sent a text with a frowny emoji saying to call him, he thinks he fucked up.”

He had no right to ask but did anyway, “Play the voicemail. On speaker.”

And she did. A robotic voice came through announcing one voicemail and then his voice came through, “Hey boya, remember I told you I had this thing for Dor-” Dorian froze listening to Fenrys clear his throat. “My roommate. We hooked up last night. Don’t celebrate yet. Long story short, I don’t think there are mutual feelings. Just sex. He said it was fun.” There was a long pause before he continued. “After the initial hurt, I got over it and decided I’d talk to him today. I thought we could talk over breakfast, left a note on the coffee pot you know him, but-” the voicemail cut off. Ceasing whatever it was he was going to say. Dorian suspected the phrase but he never texted me finished out his message.

Everything in him felt weighted as unease drowned him. Why didn’t he go straight to the coffee machine? It’s the first thing he does every morning. Except for today. Too lost in thought. Too worried and consumed with thinking he screwed up whatever was happening with Fenrys, he caused it. For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Dorian groaned with irritation at himself burying his face back into his palms. How, over the past year had he not noticed the significance in his roommates' changes? Once Fenrys became himself again. Rethinking the past, his flirty remarks and teasing touches increased. On more than one occasion Dorian caught him staring in his direction in odd ways. Most of the time his gaze landed on his mouth. Dorian always questioned him and Fenrys shook his head saying nothing continuing about business.

They did more things together, reading the same book, cooking, and movie nights. And movie nights, wow how did he miss the signs. All the nights they fell asleep on the sofa. Not in an embrace. But close enough to where they could have. Close enough to kiss too. Sometimes Fenrys laid his head in Dorian’s lap, Dorian would do the same. They would talk about the movie. Then it struck him.

In a way, they’ve been dating for a year, and Dorian, hell probably Fenrys too was none the wiser. All this time. Now he set it aflame. Ruined what could be a profound relationship. A strong foundation, a partnership that would be deep and true. Two guys with wounded hearts, healing each other and finding love. He dropped it so badly the fragile hearts shattered.

A balled-up rag hit Dorian in the eyes. He glared at Aelin, “Dorian Havilliard, how would you like to have a boyfriend today?” his best friend questioned. Mischief glowed in her turquoise eyes.

“Did you not hear the voicemail? I Screwed up. It’s over.” before it truly began. It was over.

She jumped down with a thud. “Get dressed. I have a plan.”

He pursed his lip, the annoying glare now one of deep suspicion. Though he couldn’t be surprised she had one.

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“That’d ruin the fun.” she winked. “I will say you both are dramatic in the best and worst ways. Go get dressed.”

Dorian hopped down leaving his empty mug behind. “Not dramatic,” he mumbled.

“No? Did you not sit there and stare at your coffee table like it had the world's most unsolvable equation all because Fenrys had music in his ears and walked out the door?” She put her fingers up in quotations. “Ignoring you in the process? And Fenrys, who thinks you’re not interested at all because you said something stupid and didn’t get coffee asap this morning.”

Dorian continued to his room, Aelin hot on heels. “Do I need to remind you of all the times you went dramatic over Rowan?”

“This isn’t about me.” she snapped. He laughed strolling into his closet.” Now pick something out. I need to call Fen.”

His stomach dipped and burned. Dorian nodded, digging through his clothes. It was hard to focus overhearing Aelin and Fenrys. He stilled entirely when they discussed what Dorian said last. Listening to how it gutted him to hear that they just had fun and nothing more. Since those words were spoken, Dorian has come to realize it was more. Yes, he had fun. But it went beyond that. Whenever their gazes met, Fenrys always looked at him with affection, possibly love, definitely affection. Dorian felt it. Past his eyes. That look he felt in his soul. In his heart. And he was a fool drunk on the bliss of sex when those words came from his lips. He wishes he could take them back. Wishes Fenrys stayed in his bed last night. That he could be the one to please him and they would wake up and make love again before breakfast.

He would fix it. Tell Fenrys he was sorry, admit how he feels, and hope there’s a chance.

Dorian shifted through all his shirts on hangers. Knowing exactly what to pull out. Searching and Searching, stopping at shirts he thought were right. It took him less than three minutes to locate it. A basic navy tee soft as feathers. At least that's what Fenrys had told him when he purchased it. He said that Dorian put it back, he’d just buy it for his birthday. This was Fenrys’ favorite shirt that Dorian owned. The color helped deepen the blue of his eyes which could only work in his favor. Slipping on a pair of jeans and black shoes, Dorian did a quick check in the mirror. Making sure to brush his teeth, fix his hair, and then he met Aelin in the hall.

Aelin was saying her goodbyes to Fenrys when Dorian appeared. She eyed his outfit with a whistle, “Wow. That shirt makes me wanna drown in your eyes.”

He grinned in her direction, “I know.”

“Ready?”

Dorian blew out a breath, “Yes.”

Dorian became a flurry of the utmost confidence like he could take on all of Erilea or believing this would fail and wish that he’d sink to the deepest depths of the North Sea. Aelin instructed him to not text Fenrys, keep his phone in his pocket, and under no circumstances, touch it. Usually, to ease his nerves he would pull his cell out and scroll. Adhering to her request he opted to wring his wrists, toy with his fingers in eagerness or anxiousness. He wasn’t sure which presided over the other. Perhaps it was both.

Cavarre Cafe was only three blocks from his apartment in the upper town of Terrasen. It wasn’t a move his parents were thrilled about. But something he needed to distance himself from Adarlan. He took the warm breeze and the bright sun with no clouds in the sky, as a good sign. A sign of happiness and good fortune. Regardless of how this plan, he still didn’t know about, would play out. Things would be okay. They would be fine.

Standing next to the trellis outside the cafe, Dorian zeroed in on Fenrys sitting alone. His hair was pulled up from the gym most likely. Wisps of golden curls hung around his face. Fenrys chewed at his bottom lip, chin settled in his palm, the other hand mindlessly stirring a spoon into his coffee. With a hint of misery in his eyes, brows pushed together, and a pout on his lush lips, Fenrys held the expression of someone who…well who had been rejected. Everything considered, in his mind, he was. In Fenrys’ mind, Dorian wanted nothing more than roommates. It was the furthest thing from the truth. He was going to fix this starting now.

Blood roared in his ears, Dorian thought his heart would burst through his chest with how hard it pounded. Misery never looked so handsome then it did on Fenrys Moonbeam. Then again he made everything look good. Attraction aside, he wanted the misery gone. The misery he caused, he wanted to change it to joy. Dorian Havilliard led with his heart. Didn’t hear Aelin saying wait as he pulled open the door and stepped inside.

On cue, Fenrys stood throwing his arms open, “Boya.” When Aelin started dating Rowan, he thought to call her boya, instead of boyo as the Cadre does. His arms instantly dropped. The smile dipped when onyx met sapphire.

Dorian walked in stride, crossing the small cafe in a few steps. To Fenrys’ credit, he stood there confused. Stiffened when Dorian cupped his cheeks, thumbs pressed into his tanned skin dragging along the smoothness. His lips brushed against his roommates. Fenrys stood straight. Not reciprocating the action. Dorian’s heart threatened to crack, but still, he held steady.

His breath teasing Fenrys’ full lips, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. What I said last night.” He kissed him again, swearing Fen leaned in a fracture. “This morning, I was so torn up about how we left things and realizing I want you that I completely forgot about the coffee.” that earned a chuckle. Dorian didn’t give a damn about how desperate he sounded. “I’m also sorry it took me this long to realize it, but I do want you Fenrys. I’ve wanted you for a while, I just didn’t see it. I want to wake up with you, go to bed with you, Kiss you when I want to. I’d say all the other things like cooking for you or snuggling on the couch, couple things. We do it already.” He released a breath, “Look, I want to give this a chance if it’s not too late.”

Dorian lowered his hands, Fenrys watched him, studying him, weighing his options Dorian realized. So Dorian only stared back. His stomach clenched, heart thrumming. The longer the silence between stretched the more convinced Dorian was that no he would not be forgiven. Fenrys probably has a place lined up. Who would stay in such an awkward living situation? Hanging out with Aelin would be tricky…laughing. A laugh was warm and welcoming as the sun itself began. He knew that laugh. A sound he could never tire of, his favorite song.

“Let me ask you this,” Fenrys questioned. “When did you call Aelin?”

Dorian’s cheek warmed, a tinge of pink spread across his ivory complexion, “Right after you left this morning. I..” rubbing the nape of his neck, sheepishly glancing at the tiled floor, “I thought you were ignoring me. I couldn’t fathom the thought. So I sat on the couch, called her, and didn’t move until about twenty minutes ago.”

“A part of me doesn’t want to believe you. But if you didn’t feel this way your first instinct wouldn’t be to kiss me.” he tapped his finger to his bottom lip. “Then again I am hot. You might. You wouldn’t have said those words.” his heated gaze traveled from the top of Dorian to his toes, “I love that shirt.”

“I know,” Dorian added.

Fenrys stepped forward, hands finding purchase on Dorian’s waist. Dorian took the opportunity to slip his arms under Fens. Their cheeks resting against one another. “Words don’t get the best of me. That. That did.” His voice rumbled, a slight nerve to it. “I’ve been falling for a while now. Fought against truly falling, I’d rather you as my friend.” Fenrys pulled away just enough to look at Dorian. “Thanks for finally noticing. “

“You’re welcome.” Dorian teased. Then he kissed him for the third time. Slow and testing at first as Fenrys leaned in, the kiss became firm and wanting. Fenrys relished in it. For Dorian, it felt like his world was balanced now. Dorian grasped the fabric of Fen’s shirt twisting in the process. Fenrys ran his tongue along the seam of Dorian’s mouth. Greedily Dorian opened for him, that damned tongue plunging in between his lips.

“Not that this isn’t hot. You’re in a restaurant, friends.” Just as they were getting started, the pair broke apart with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Aelin clamped a hand down on Dorian’s shoulder, winking as she did so. He knew this was her plan. For Dorian to just follow his heart. He gave her an appreciative glance. “If you don’t mind, I’m sure you don’t. I have a bet to collect and a man who’s off today, You guys are good now yes? Great. Call me later and we can double date.” she winked again. Skipping away.

“Order takeout and have breakfast at home?” Dorian asked, holding his hand out. Fenrys took it, threading his fingers with Dorian. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Fenrys pulled him back, lips briskly touching the corner of Dorian’s peppering up to his ear. “I’m glad you feel the same, Dorian. For the stress you’ve caused me I suggest a sympathy blow job and a forgive me fuck.”

Dorian’s brows quirked in amusement, “That so?” he squeezed his hand tighter. “Pick something quick to order then.”

#dorian havilliard #fenrys moonbeam #dorian x fenrys #fenrys x dorian #fenorian #aelin galathynius #dorianhavilliardweek #day 2: fave ship #day 7: free choice #throne of glass #tog fic #look im writing again #can you believe it? #my writers block I think is completely over #So expect some oneshots very soon of #userbecs

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Pairings - Yuuji Itadori x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis - Ever since Yuuji moved away to Tokyo, you've been noticing some odd changes from him, it's almost as if...he was becoming another person all together.

Theme - Monster by Imagine Dragons

A/N - An idea hit me in the head while I was working and I wanted to try this out so badly with both Yuuji and Sukuna! A concept of 'What if the vessel wasn't just the vessel?'. The vessel would eventually merged with the being to become something new altogether, and I thought...yes. why the heck not. This is gonna be a long one, So let's hop right it! Because I really like this idea, theres a good chance this is going to be either split up into parts or I'm gonna keep visiting this every now and then.

Warning - The characters in this story will be aged up due to NSFW content here. Dirty NSFW scenes sprinkled in, Gore Warning, Abuse, Etc.

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He didnt want this...

All he wanted was to keep those he cared about safe. Lying to you at the time seemed like a good idea, especially since you weren't tied into the mystical world he was now tied to, and he didn't want you too. But now, perhaps he should've told you everything.

About the finger, about the school, and...

About Sukuna.

You couldn't exactly remember why you originally said yes to the pink haired boy when he asked you to join his occult club activities that night. Maybe it was because of the fact you have nothing really better to do, or maybe because traveling through a forest of possible gruesome death seemed the most attractive thing to you at the time, yet you an Yuuji grew close together that night. Truth be told, walking through those woods during the dead of night was actually creepier than you thought but he was there by your side to comfort you the entire time, holding your hand while cracking a few jokes every now and then to calm your nerves.

"You're not scared? You seem so..well calm?" You asked, looking up at Yuuji with furrowed brows as he just smiled down at you. "Nah, not really. It's just darker and a few trees are around. Not really anything scary, right?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck while chuckling.

Maybe it was because of the warmth of his hands wrapped around your own or how comforting the presence he gave off was to you but it was probably then that your feelings for Yuuji began to grow.

"What you're going to Tokyo?" You questioned, watching Yuuji prepared a few boxes to pack his things. "Yeah, transferring schools. I'm, um .. I'm recieving a sports scholarship at a school there." Placing a few more of things away was when he finally turned to see you, clearly upset over just now being told this. Sure, you should've been happy to see your best friend be able to leave to accomplish more out of his life but it was the thought of him leaving you here that hurt the most. When he saw your face and the conflicted look on it, Yuuji stepped over towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in your embrace.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just—" before he could finish his sentence, you stood up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck and simply smiled to him. "You don't have to say a thing, Yuuji, I'm happy for you. Just promise me that you'll stay safe out there for me, 'kay?"

Your words alone reminded him why he had to leave, why he had to go and leave you here. It was to keep you safe, safe from curses and safe from the curse lying dormant inside of him now. "R-right...Thank you, Y/N"

The school days were quiet once when Yuuji transferred schools. Sadly enough, the occult club had to disband after he left due to them not having enough members with Iguchi still hospitalized. Now it just seemed..boring without him there but he still seemed to have brighten your day with the photos he would send you every day of the bright city lights and bustling streets. His little messages and calls always well timed to reassure you that just because you aren't blocks away from each other anymore doesn't mean you won't still be friends.

So far, you've became pretty happy with Yuuji and how he's able to come so far in Tokyo. He speaks greatly about his sensei and his new classmates known as Fushiguro and Kugasaki, who from the sound of it, are a bit of a handle but great friends who still treat him well. Every week when he had his day off, he would spend time on video call to talk to you and even show you cool things that he either found around the city or around the school's campus.

Tonight however..he was late. Sure, it didn't bother you really if he was punctual or on time since this was Yuuji we were talking about here but there was a tad bit of worry lingering in your head. Soon enough, as soon as that ugly feeling of worry and doubt began to surface, Yuuji's icon appeared on the screen on the laptop as it began to ring to which you quickly opened.

"Yuuji, hey— oh my god, your face." You said right away, gasping a little at the cuts and bruises littered not only on his face but from the looks of it, his arms and shoulders too. Has he been fighting? "What? Oh, oh! These! Yeah, Fushiguro and Gojou-Sensei kinda roughen me up a little today during training but it's no sweat, really! Barely feel a thing," Yuuji tried to give you a reassuring smile while patting his right shoulder only to wince a little in pain from the impact of the pat.

"First the weird scars on your face, now bruises? Dude, I get that this is a sports thing but don't you think it's a little extreme?"

Hearing the worry in your voice, Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand nervously as he tried to think of a way to reassure you until a deep voice came from that same hand, chuckling softly.

"What's this? A woman talking to the brat...? How amusing." Sukuna.

Hearing the voice, Yuuji instantly flinched and lowered his arms out of the camera's view. Panic shot through his body as you stared at the screen with a raised brow. "Oh, is someone there with you now? Didn't know you had a roommate."

Oh good, you didn't see him. It wasn't as if he was afraid of you meeting Sukuna, he was afraid of telling you the truth about everything. About how he was now a vessel for ancient being, how he was studying cursed energy and jujutsu, how he died yet came back to life..dumping so much on you with the chance that you might never speak to him again out of fear, out of disgust. That you stop being his friend, and that he would never..he would never—

"Yuuji?" Tapping the screen a little on your laptop as it shook the camera, he soon stared back at you and laughed nervously. "O-oh right, he's only here for a little bit of time, so I figured what's really the point in telling you"

"Really now? Could've swore I was here to stay with you forever. You could at least introduce me to your friend here." Sukuna felt a great amusement watching Yuuji squirm just to keep you in the dark. Yuuji quickly began stammering on his words, throwing you off as he made a quick excuse to leave the call early. Before you could even say a single word, he clicked ended the facetime before sighing to himself and leaning back against his chair.

"...What is the point in keeping me hidden? We are practically one now, me as you and you as me, Brat." Sukuna said, his mouth now appearing on the left side of his cheek with the eyelid opening to stare up at the boy. "Are you scared of me paying your little toy a visit? Young and no doubt a virgin, I could have some fun with her—" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand against the mouth in attempt to hush the curse only for Sukuna to migrate to the hand.

"I won't let that happen, Sukuna." Yuuji said, frowning as he heard the curse chuckle. He didn't like the sound of how he described his bond to the soul sleeping inside of him, how they were one in the same. Shaking his head, the boy tried to reassure himself that he was nothing like Sukuna and simply went to turn off the lights and sleep on it. The last thing he heard before slumber took him were the ominous words of Sukuna,

"You'll see I was right soon enough, brat..."

A week later, Yuuji came back home to visit you. It was one of the days where the school allowed their students a break from their studies and classes and so he wanted to spend it with you as a surprise. And indeed you were surprised. When you had rushed downstairs, you did so wearing only a red sleeved t-shirt that the pink haired male might have left behind with a pair of gray shorts, and so when you opened the door to see the cheery face of your best friend well...it may have left you a bit flustered.

"Hey, Y/—" you quickly shut the door in his face, collapsing on your knees as you felt your cheeks beginning to burn. 'Why of all days, Itadori?!' You thought to yourself as she slowly stood back up and cracked the door open to see Yuuji's baffled face. He looked like a puppy..a sad puppy who was just kicked off his owner's bed and it broke you. Before long, he was now in your house and sitting in the living room couch while you were in the kitchen preparing tea. Your father was currently away on business while god knows what your mother was..it was just the two of you.

And it was awkward.

As you prepared tea on the kettle, Yuuji couldn't help but look at the shirt you were wearing as a small pink blush was lightly spreading on his cheeks. In a way, it filled him with a strange feeling seeing you walking around in something of his, seeing you wearing his shirt made him..prideful. didn't help with how short your shorts were either, it was practically hugging onto your as—

"So, it's just you? Dude, you should've told me you were coming! I would've been more prepared..I barely have any snacks or anything here right now." You grumbled, snapping his attention away to listen to what you were saying. "Hey, no worries, Y/N. Honestly, I'm just hungry for something else..." that last part through him off as he covered his mouth. That wasn't his voice. No, it was but that wasn't him speaking.

As he turned his head to the side to the balcony door, there the boy saw it in his reflection. The eye of Sukuna staring right back at him, causing him to quickly cover the eye.

"Huh? Alright, well what are you hungry for? Theres probably some ramen around here someone or we could just go out to a place to eat if you want.." you questioned, back turned away from him as you began to take the now whistling kettle off the stove. No, he couldn't deal with this now, not while you were only feet away from him. Yet the more he watched you in the reflection, the more he saw your curves in those pretty little shorts or your braless breasts bounce with ease under his stolen shirt...

Shaking his head, Yuuji soon stood up from the couch and placed on his jacket. "I'm sorry, N/N, But I have to go—"

"Wait what but–"

"Sorry, u-um, Gojou-Sensei said something came up and I have to go back! I'm sorry but I'll make it up to you— I promise!" Before you could even protest, he was already out of the door and gone. As he left, you could've swore you saw an eye on his cheek where one of his scars were but that was impossible, right?

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He honestly had no idea where he was going to run off to but the boy knew that if Sukuna had a chance to take over and you were in front of him, would've hurt you or worse. Seeing your disappointed face yet again almost shattered his heart completely and when Yuuji finally came to a halt, he found himself beside a small stream and sighed. This was all for the best. It was to keep you safe, or so he kept telling himself.

"Damn, to think you would actually run away when she was begging for you to take her there. What a wimp.." Sukuka said, mouth manifesting on Yuuji's neck as his eye looks up at frowning boy. "Its not often you get an open invitation from a woman. If I was in control, I would've taken her then and there and ram my co‐" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand over the mouth as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, him now thinking back to you and how pretty you looked wearing his shirt. "S-shut up. Don't go saying such gross crap."

"You know you feel the same. I can see that she affects you even now judging by the sight of your pants. You wanted to stuff her with your seed just as much as I did." Sukuna said, the mouth now on his hand. Much to Yuuji's surprise, his dark brown eyes quickly shot down to his pants and just as Sukuna said, there was a raging boner standing up at attention. Swallowing his guilt, he tried to cover it only for his pinky finger to slowly graze the fabric and giving his cock a small jolt. The boy hissed a little and quickly placed his hands to his side.

"I-i..I just.." "No need to be embarrassed. That girl isn't anything typically special but just seeing her, seeing her ass in such revealing clothing. Women of this era must be extremely dirty~" Sukuna chuckled "and hearing your thoughts, you certainly surprised me, Brat..." the more Sukuna spoke, the more Yuuji thought back to you. Seeing your breasts and ass was truthfully hot, even if you weren't exactly his type, he still found you beautiful. Slowly without him even noticing, his hand slowly motioned for his cock once more and in the silence of the forest, Yuuji Itadori thought only of you during his time in pleasure.

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It wasn't until later on into the night that Yuuji had finally texted you back, saying he would back tomorrow to make things up with you. Sure, it did cheer you up that he would be back but the way he was acting lately made you feel like something was wrong. If you ever asked, he would change the subject or just smile at you awkwardly as if admitting to hiding something but you won't force him tell you what was wrong. When He was ready, he would tell you for sure and you'll wait for however long he wanted.

"N/N, Everything alright?" Yuuji asked, gaining your attention as you snapped back to the present and out of your thoughts. Looking around, you found yourself staring ahead at a bag of popcorn and the large bright ights of a ferris wheel constantly in motion. That's right, the local fairgrounds, Yuuji had wanted to go one more time before he returned back to Tokyo and since you always liked the food here, you of course said yes. "O-oh, yeah! I'm fine. Just looking ahead at the wheel. Remember last time we were here some kid ended up puking on Sasaki from a cart above us?"

"Haha! Yeah, she smelled of salty tuna for weeks afterwards and it left a stain on her uniform" He laughed, staring at the wheel as he thought about the memory. As you stared at him and watch his smile, it had then reassured you that this was still your best friend and you smiled back. For a moment, the two of you were having a blast at the small fair, playing some of the games set up by the booths (and being turned away after Yuuji broke a few with his strength..) it felt like old times all over again. "Wanna play another game or play at bumper carts? We still have some time to kill before you gotta go back?" You asked, carrying some of the plushie prizes the two of you (mainly Yuuji) earned, you looked over to your side and saw a cotton candy display before your attention turns back to Yuuji, The two of you decided just for a moment to sit down at a small metal bench to rest your feet for a moment

Seeing the display, an idea popped up in his head and the words of Gojou appeared in his mind. 'You want advice on how to swoon a girl? Well take small hints when she gives them to you, if her eyes are lingering on something then that's probably a sign she wants it—'. Seeing as how you kept looking up at the cotton candy, he thought this might have been his chance and sat down his own plushies. Without saying a word, Yuuji got up and walked over to the stand, leaving you there by the table alone with your horde of plush creatures.

Seeing you seating there at the bench by yourself, a group of punks who looked to be close to your age strolled up to you, two of them taking a seat on each side of you while the third one was standing right behind you. "Fine evening, isn't it, love. What's a sweet little thing like you doing here by yourself, you looking for some fun?" The purple haired male said on your left side, lowering his shades as he stared noticeably at your chest. "Actually, I'm here with a friend and this seat is for him so if you could jus—" "oh a 'friend'? But I don't see this friend now, so maybe you could tag along with us back to our place and we'll show you a fun time." The punk behind you said, his hands now pressed firmly on both of your shoulders as he leaned in a bit closer to you, causing you to flinch at his touch. "I, um.."

"N/N?"

Turning your head back to in front of you, you saw Yuuji there holding a blue and pink cotton candy stick and face emotionles. "N/N, huh? That's a cute name. This your friend, N/N?" The purple haired punk said, chuckling while rising from his seat "....." Yuuji remained silent for a bit as he stared off at the hands touching you, gripping onto your shoulder and clearly making you uncomfortable. He was typically known for being a calm guy but see this angered him beyond words.

'You see what they're doing to your woman, brat? You're just going to let it happen..?' Yuuji heard the inner words of Sukuna in his head, his eyes dart away from you to the guy standing in front of him, smirking as he touch the cotton candy from the pink haired boy's hand and taking a large bite of the webby treat. "This doesnt have to get rough, all you need to do is walk away and we'll show N/N-chan here a good time she'll never forget." He said, licking his tongue over his lips.

As Yuuji's lips parted, he heard a groan coming from you as you squirmed in the other guys hold with the second punk was now leaning into your neck. Seeing your frown of discomfort, they way they were touching what was rightful his , All he needed to hear were those small words from Sukuna.

'They're touching your woman, they're hurting her. Finish.. them.. off.'

Yuuji stood there for a moment, remaining silent as he lowered his hand, a shadow now cast over his face. Opening one of your eyes as you squirm in the punk's hold, you saw something that made your heart almost stop beating altogether. That smile on his face, that malevolent smile and empty eyes as he held onto the purple haired Male's now broken arm.

The next thing was a blur. The screams of your harassers echoed around you and you heard a wet sound looping over and over again as well as hard thuds. Opening your eyes, you saw it. Two of the thugs bloodied and bruised as their limbs were bent in ways you couldn't imagine, one of them dangling up above you on a tree branch while the other one was limp inside of the cotton candy stand. Looking around for the third one, you saw him behind held against one of the food stands while Yuuji was there gripping his hand over the punk's neck. You couldn't exactly show him any mercy and yet Yuuji was clearly taking things too far, even when the guy tried to beg for mercy and claw his way out of your friend's hold, all Yuuji did was stand there with a grin you've never seen before. It wasnt one of his innocent smiles or mischievous grins, no, it was one of pure sadism. "P-please stop, I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." "you didn't stop when she wanted you too, So why should I?" Yuuji tilted his head to the side a little, chuckling a little as his grip tightened and the man gasped out for air "you'll pay for what you did. You'll all fucking pay..."

The air in your chest almost stopped filling your lungs completely as you watch this. That wasn't the Yuuji you knew, he would've never went this far just to prove a point! Slowly taking a step forward and then another and then slowly speeding up, you reached out and held onto the arm Yuuji was holding the punk up with. "Yuuji, stop it! You'll kill him if you keep this up!" You yelled only to feel a blow strike your face and send you tumbling back a few feet, causing you to scream out in pain. "Stay out of this." Was all he said until freezing and slowly turning back to see what he had done.

Crimson was spilling from your nose onto your shirt and it was gushing out by the bucket to which you quickly covered as you stared up at Yuuji with teary eyes. Regret instantly overwhelmed him as he dropped the thug and slowly reached over to you, his senses coming back to him. "N/N?" He questioned, almost checking to see if you were alright but you backed away as he stepped over to you. What has he done..? Why did he..? He watched you slowly back away with each step, fear in your bright (E/C) eyes and it broke him. "Hey, w-what's wrong? I was only trying to protect them from you, you don't have to be scared."

As people began to crowd in, brought in by the noise of fighting and your scream, Yuuji hand ghosted over the skin of yourself shoulder and you flinched. You flinched at his touch..So many feelings began to overwhelm him that he didn't notice the look of horror in your eyes as you watched what thought were scars slowly twitch and open up, revealing bright red eyes staring directly at you.

"They were going to hurt you," 'She's scared of you now after all you've done' "I saved you! They won't touch you like that again!" 'She sees you for what you are, brat.' "I just wanted to keep you safe!" With each yell, Yuuji watched as you grew more and more scared, the people around all of you terrified as they watched and some even grabbing whatever they could that could be a weapon. Gripping his head as he felt an intense pain through his skull, it was then he noticed..how small you looked as he towered over you. When did you get so small? He thought to himself, bending down to grab you when he saw his arm.

His nails were a dark purple shade, sharper and three black markings were on his wrist. Turning his head a little to one of the booth's and staring into the window was when the truth hit Yuuji hard. His body was different and taller now for some reason and Sukuna's markings were slowly appearing over his face. He was..slipping?

"Y-yuuji, what the hell is happening to you.." he heard you whisper yet before he could respond, there was the sharp pain of something blunt hitting his shoulder. Looking to his feet, he saw a medium sized rock and there another and another. The people were launching what they could at him, yelling at him to leave the girl alone and to leave. Yelling for his death, calling him a monster, calling him a curse. He stared at you for a moment, seeing how now tears leaking from your eyes and Yuuji stepped away before fleeing.

"Yuuji, wait!!" He heard your frantic yell from behind him but it didn't slow him down as he kept running further into the distance and leaving you behind. Your yells becoming drowned out by the mad laughter of Sukuna echoing in his mind.

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No, he didn't want this at all. The day was meant to go differently, it was meant to be just the two of you having fun together and end with the ferris wheel and him finally telling you that he...

Thunder crackled outside of the decrepit shrine the boy had taken shelter in, rain pouring outside by the gallons. As he watched the raindrops in silence, Yuuji saw how the scenery slowly began to shift around him as the sky became more malevolent and the cold concrete he was sitting on now a pool of crimson water with piles on top of piles of bones surrounded him. The memories of the fairground echoed in his mind over and over again on loop of him hitting you and your look of fear haunting him, causing his eyes to water.

"Aw, are you going to cry, brat..?"

Yuuji remained silent as he waited for Sukuna to appear at any moment, yet he never came, only his voice lingered around him. "This is all of your fault.." Yuuji whispered, staring off into the rain. "My fault? I don't understand. If I recall, you were to one who eat my finger. You were the one who signed up for being my vessel, everything that has been done was all you..I merely watched from here."

"Bullshit! You made me hurt her..you made me like this!" Yuuji screamed out, flashes of who he did to those thugs showing through his mind, "You made me hurt them!"

"...No, that was all you. You can blame me all you want but I felt what you felt, saw what you saw and you loved every second of that fight. Whipping those who displease you in place, kicking the asses of the men who touched what was yours. Gotta say, made me tear up watching everything unfold" Hear the curse's chuckle echo around in the shrine, Yuuji quickly stood up and yelled out for Sukuna to show himself, only for him to collapse on his knees when feeling an sharp pain in his torso.

"No need to show myself, I'm already with you as close as I can."

Gritting his teeth in pain it was then that Yuuji saw his reflection staring back at him in the water, grinning ear to ear with malice in those sharp fangs.

"You see , Brat, becoming my vessel didn't just mean I was trapped inside of you..no no..You would slowly become me. Your small soul means shit compared to mine and it will be swallowed whole by me. I just needed us to be bound for some time and you would be mine..."

As the reflection spoke to him, Yuuji screamed out in pain as he felt his bones inside of him crack and twist as if they were rearranging themselves. His stomach felt as if it was being cut open entirely as the flesh began to slowly pull apart while tearing open the yellow hoodie in the process, the meat of his torso was forced open as a tongue lulled out and licked his abs like they were lips. The sides of his waist felt as if someone was taking a pair of axes and were merely swinging it down as flesh began to bubble through and bones formed one by one until two new pair of arms were fully shaped. Taking a deep breath, Yuuji slowly chuckled as one of his hands reached up to his head and gripped it and the others wrapped around his waist.

"N-no..no..i.."

"You should be honoured, Yuuji. You get the privilege of becoming one with me, my power is now yours and yours mine." His lips, against his will, began to speak the words of Sukuna as they formed into a forced grin. "N-no..I haven't told her yet. I haven't told N/N that I love—"

"Yuuji?"

Once when he blinked, Yuuji found himself no longer in the shrine but sitting inside of his desk in his old desk with you standing beside him. Seeing you before him, safe and smiling at him, the boy quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around you which took you for surprise in the process but you simply allowed him to let it all out when you hugged him back. "Well hello to you too, welcome back to earth, how was your trip to space..?" You said, chuckling before feeling something wet on your shoulders. His tears.

"Y/N..I..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything, I should've told you everything. I should'nt have hit you. I just wanted to protect you because...because...I love you!" His words surprised you but you simply smile. "I love you too, Yuuji."

Staring back down at the reflection before him of the boy hugging onto you tightly as he weeped, dark brown eyes shift to that of a bright velvet shade. Sukuna chuckled while stretching out his newly formed body. How good it felt to be back in control, to have actual flesh again and to see this brand new world all to himself. Sure, his power was not what it used to be but he would regain all of his fingers soon enough. As his domain faded away and he found himself back in the decrepit old shrine, he smirked to himself while debating his next order of business.

"Y/N L/N...Maybe I should do this body a favor and seize you for my own."

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He wouldn't answer any of your calls or texts. No one has heard or seen of him but now there was a witch hunt for your best friend. As you laid in your dimly lit bedroom with bandages over your nose, you stared down at your phone anxiously awaiting something from Yuuji.

Ring~~~

Ring~~~

Hearing the sound of your phone vibrating, you quickly shot up from the covers an grabbed the phone, unlocking it right away and placing it to your ear.

"Hello?" There was nothing but silence on the other end, the soft howling of the wind being the other thing you could really make out. "Hello..?"

"N/N.." your heart practically stopped for a moment but you felt almost a wave of relief hearing his voice on the other line. "Oh thank god, Yuuji..Are you ok—" "N/N, open the window." Was all he said before then line went dead and you were left sitting there baffled. Did he make it back to your house? Slowly crawling out of the bed and slipping on your bedroom slippers, you walked over towards the window and moved the blinds down only a little to peep outside. Standing there in your backyard, shirtless and with his hands in his pockets was Yuuji, seemingly back to normal and everything. There were not increased height, no weird markings, he looked fine and apart of you wondered if it was just the force of his punch that made you see him change. No..because everyone else saw his appearance too.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted up the blinds and unlatched the window. The second that it was free and opened up, Yuuji had jumped above onto the roof and crawled inside to your room. "Y-yuuji, you have a lot of explaining to do— Whoa, whoa!" You took a step back cautiously but he soon grabbed ahold of your wrist and pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I know I do, but first I just want to say I'm sorry to you, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.." he said, whispering in a soft tone as his hold on you tighten a bit.

"I'm leaving here after tonight but I just had to see you to tell you that I..I love you. I love you, Y/N" Taken back by his words, you felt yourself being pushed onto your bed and watched as the boy loomed over you before crawling onto the mattress.

He loved you. Those words practically made your heart skipped over so many times that you were positive that you had stopped breathing. "Let me come with you, Yuuji." You said, reaching up to his face and caressing his cheeks, "I don't know what's happening but you can trust me. I won't let you go through this alone and I'll always be here with you."

He didn't say much after that. All he did was lower his head a little until your lips were merely inches away from each other before he pressed them together. The sensation you felt was one like fireworks. Those butterflies in your stomach exploding and multiplying over and over again as you felt his tongue licking your bottom lip but you pulled away before he could fully explore your mouth.

"Always..? So you will always stay with me, N/N?" He whispered, head dipping down to your neck as he left a trail of kisses down your warm skin until he kissed the base of your throat. "Yeah..I will." "Do you swear..?" His hands began to grip your hips, running the tips of his fingers against your clothed thighs while he began to press his own hips to your own.

"I-I swear.." you said, staring up at Yuuji with a small smile. He stared at you for a moment, smiling down at you before sitting up, his large hand covering the upper half of his face.

"That's all I need to make you mine." Sliding his hand upwards was when you saw it. Those spare eyes once again on Yuuji's cheeks, staring at you as if it you were nothing but glass. That sincere smile that calmed your soul became a mischievous grin, showing the sharpened fangs he now had. You watched as those pitch blackp markings began to spread over his skin and yet the moment you sat up, two fully grown arms pinned you down onto the mattress. "Almost as naive as the brat himself but I suppose there is some charm to the naivete of a woman. Makes it easier to influence, to change.." 'Yuuji' said, dipping his head down to your ear before biting down on the lobe of it. You gasped out, squirming in his hold.

"Let me go, Yuuji! I don't know what's going on but I want to help! Just let me help you!" You yelled out to him but soon silenced yourself as you noticed the scenery of your bedroom changing. All of your furniture began to disappear one by one as a red hue began to spread around the two of you

In the blink of an eye, you were taken to Sukuna's innate domain. The water that replaced the softness of your bed now causing your back to soaked and your hair now spread out and floating in the depths. "Yell all you want but that brat can't hear you anymore. Gone forever in a dream that will never come true, but I promise I will keep you company in his stead. By the time I am done with you, will forget all about him. All you'll want is me, all you'll ever need is me. The name Ryomen Sukuna will burned into your soul and you'll learn to worship me, N/N..."

With a single swing, the soft yet wet cotton fabric of your shirt and shorts was torn off of you with ease and revealed your now exposed flesh to the cold. Sukuna stared down at them, his tongue licked over his long and sharp fangs as his eyes motioned down to your folds. His hand traveled down your thighs before his finger swiped against the outer circle of your lips yet he looked displeased from what he felt. "Dry as a drought but that's fine. I'll be fucking you regardless" he said, his index finger slowly pushing inside of your virgin cunt causing you to gasp out for air and arch your back. "You tighten just now, dirty whore...Did you often fantasise Yuuji stuffing his cock inside of you...?" he whispered into your ear intimately, he kissed the bottom of your ear and moved onto your neck, sucking until he found the soft spot that made you inhale deeply. 

Sukuna sucked on your neck while constantly kept inserting his finger in you, pumping in and out, eventually adding a second digit. He curled his fingers and caused you let out a faint moan as his finger crept closer to your sweet spot over and over. It was too much, you thought as he bit down onto your soft skin, and you were feeling so good from it so far and it made you ashamed. this demon, this thing was in your best friend's body and now he was using it to currently assault your body but the feeling of it all was too good. You had to keep your eyes shut for looking up at Sukuna tugged at your heart as all you saw was Yuuji.

"Oh you are loving this..." parting from your neck,he looked pleased seeing the angry red hickey left behind.

"I-im not...I'm not..." A moan escaped your lips, feeling something wet replace his fingers. Lifting your head, you saw a mouth on the palm of his hand and its tongue gently licking the nub of your clit almost like a lollipop. "Feels good, doesn't it, N/N..?" His tone was nothing less than mocking, the mouth taking ahold of one of your lips with its teeth causing you to scream out. "I said, it feels good doesnt it? Speak when your master is speaking to you. "

"Y-yes! It feels amazing!" You tasted so sweet on his tongue, circling your clit, lapping at your clenching entrance, kissing your folds. "A-Ah~" You whimper when he folds your legs to your chest, He takes another nip at your clit, as he listened to your hushed whines. Your moans were music to his ears, yet what he wanted from you was his name. The thought of his former vessel's love screaming his name turned him on, the thought of keeping you only fueling the flames. It was harder and harder for him to contain hisself when you're drowning in the pleasure of his mouth licking and sucking at your sloppy pussy.

"I'll take you as mine. You'd like that wouldn't you? Being the woman of the king of curses, waiting for me to return to fill you to the brim." sweat felt like it was pooling out of your body from the attention he was giving to on your clit. Your bucking hips were a clear sign that you were close and so, he pulled his hand away.

"You don't get to come yet. You're only allowed to when you're milking my cock."

The things he did to were things no man has ever done before. Scratches and cuts littered your flesh and bruises were on your sore ass and stomach. There a few times to where you had even blacked out from the amount of pleasure he had given you..

Now you found yourself with you riding his swollen cock as he stared up at you with satisfied eyes, grunting while large hands were pressed against your abused breasts as his hips pumped up into your leaking cunt. Your head felt like it was spinning as you screamed out, orgasm crashing hard as your cunt tightened around his shaft.

As you felt his throbbing cock inside of you, his hand grabbed ahold of your chin and your lips made contact. Sukuna only pulled away when he silently cursed, his seed releasing inside of you for what felt like the billionth time. Taking a deep breath, he stayed inside of your warm hole, not wanting a single drop to spill and kissed your cheek.

Fucking you only assured his choice of keeping you as he own. Sukuna was going to original kill you while taking Yuuji's appearance after taking you but holding you close like this as you soon became limp (no doubt exhausted), your warmth against his own and staring down at your cum stained face..it made something inside him feel strange.

A weakness no doubt, but one at the moment that could keep him entertained. Combing a loose strand of hair behind your ears, Sukuna chuckled.

"From this day forth, you will be my bride. Consider yourself lucky..."

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