#but hey uh if you have additions yes please

[jo-harrington]

The Boy Is Mine (Jo's Edition)

Summary: A romantic night in at the trailer. And a first date.

Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: First Date, Fluff, First Kiss, Teasing, Banter, Geekery

Notes: My submission for @carolmunson's The Boy Is Mine Writing Excercise. This was a fun one, and I know the idea was for it not to be an AU...I guess technically it isn't (although I definitely thought of my STFF Eddie who...well...it's fanfiction *wink* especially since we're not gonna see their first date in the story). Thank you for putting together a fun game Carol.

Tagging a few friends who I think would have some great additions to this prompt: @eddiemunsonbignaturals @undead-supernova @storiesbyrhi

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Pizza? Delivered.

Twinkies? Vanilla frosting. Not Banana.

Trailer? Tidied.

Sheets? Changed.

There was a knock at the door and Eddie took a breath and held it as he stared at his bed.

"You're not gonna end up in here," he muttered to himself.

Ok but maybe you would. He could be hopeful. Maybe a kiss would lead to something else.

"No idiot. It's just a study date."

There was another knock and he turned on his heel and rushed for the door.

He paused at the last second--glanced around, ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, and put the most casual smile on his face--before he opened the door.

And then there you were.

A backpack slung over your shoulder, 6-pack of Dr. Pepper hanging from your fingers, looking...hot effortlessly gorgeous...or at least he thought so.

"Hey," you greeted. "Sorry if I'm late."

"No," he shook his head quickly and shifted to the side to let you pass into the trailer. "Right on time sweetheart. Hope you like pepperoni."

Of course you did. It was your favorite.

"It's my favorite."

Eddie clenched his fist in victory as he shut the door and then stood back and watched indulgently as you took in the wonders of the place he called home. He committed it all to memory; the way your eyes lingered on Wayne's collection of mugs and hats from over the years, or your nose scrunched up cutely at the sight of family pictures on a shelf--

Please god, don't see the picture of him missing his two front teeth.

--or the way it scrunched further, more in annoyance than fondness, and your eyebrow quirked at the stack of video tapes beside the television.

Shit.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and swooped in, arm hovering around your shoulders as he led you to the couch where the pizza and his history homework waited. His hand drifted to yours so he could grab the sodas. "Lemme put this in the fridge so it gets cold. I have Mountain Dew...or beer, if you want one."

"Mountain Dew's fine."

"As you wish," he bowed and you giggled. He cursed himself as he headed to the kitchen.

What a fucking nerd--

"So you read the Princess Bride?" you called out to him.

"Y-yes."

"It's one of my favorite books! A story within a story and all of that. And it can be critical of itself. It's perfect!"

Eddie's heart soared.

The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes discussing the merits of the book and the way it provided so much suspense and adventure and escapism; something it seemed, and Eddie wasn't surprised to find, you both had needed throughout your relatively-young lives.

Before long, he shuffled out of the kitchen with two cans and two solo cups to find you comfortably settled on the couch with your legs criss-crossed and a throw pillow settled in your lap. You looked right at home, at ease with him, and he had to say...he liked that sight quite a bit.

"I ran out of like, nice cups," he changed the subject so he wouldn't focus too much on how much he enjoyed the sight. "Hope this is okay."

"Ok, well what are the nice cups?" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Because I see plenty of nice cups right in front of us, Mister."

You gestured at the shelves lined with mugs and Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.

"Those aren't nice cups Madam," he scoffed. "Those are family heirlooms. The nice cups are the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi glasses I got from Burger King. Obviously."

"Well excuse me," you straightened in your seat and rocked your shoulders back and forth haughtily. "The fine crystal."

"And don't you forget it."

"And here you are, presenting me with...plastic. Like a peasant."

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

He held out the red solo cup filled with fluorescent green liquid and you snatched it from him with a quick flash of your tongue.

Then the two of you got right down to business: homework.

You pulled a small notebook from your backpack and then asked to see his notes from class so you could help him get a better idea of what was important for an upcoming quiz that he'd mentioned the day prior. He was ashamed to say he wasn't the best notetaker, but you pivoted easily as you flipped through a few pages and went from sparse notes about Civics and the US Constitution to long drawn out paragraphs about the Riders of Rohan and graphic descriptions of the Meduseld.

"Don't be like that," you scolded him. "That's not even true. What is this?"

"This?" He waved dismissively. "It's just...notes for Hellfire. Ahem...Hellfire Club...my Dungeons and Dragons club at school."

"Oh yeah?"

"Planning a one-shot for my buddy Jeff's birthday in a world where Theodred doesn't die and goes on to become...well...it's just nerd stuff."

Eddie sniffed and thought back to the many times that he'd been cut short trying to explain his ideas to others; even Ronnie got on his case when he got too into it.

How many times had she heard him get into an argument with himself over the benefits of Mithril vs. Adamantium?

"Excuse me," you looked at him expectantly, breaking through his thoughts. "Nerd stuff?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Nerd stuff. We're supposed to be focusing on History."

"Ok, yes but..." you reached out and poked him in the the dimple in his cheek. "You didn't say in a 'we should just focus on history instead' way. You said it in a 'you don't want to hear about this' way."

"Well do you? Do you actually like that?""

"Did I not just tell you that Inigo Montoya is the real hero of Princess Bride and not Westley or Buttercup not five minutes ago?"

Eddie stared at you like a deer in the headlights.

Ok. You got him there.

But...but...God...old habits died hard.

How many times had people not given him the time of day when it came to silly little stories and make believe worlds? How many times had the people closest to him not even taken the time to listen?

He'd already been sold on the fact that you weren't just a dream; how could you be real and actually be his dream girl too?

God, it was too good to be true.

Eddie swallowed hard and centered himself back in reality. He was gonna have to salvage this moment before he made a real fool out of himself and asked you to marry him or something. That would be a little too strong for a first date...and a study date, at that.

He grumbled something under his breath.

"'Scuse me? What was that?" you leaned in closer to him.

"It was 10 minutes ago," he spoke up, staring at you matter-of-factly, a fiery challenge in his eyes to hide the fact that he was actively falling for you. "Actually."

You threw your head back in a laugh and slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder.

"You shithead," you cackled. "Ok fine. 10 minutes. Now. How about we actually study for 10 more minutes, and then you can tell me about this...Dungeons and Dragons while we eat ok?"

He happily agreed.

Towards the end of the night, pizza and sodas had been devoured, homework demolished, and Eddie actually felt like he had a shot at getting a decent grade on his next History quiz.

"Alright," he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. "I think we're done here. A success if I do say so myself. I guess I'll keep you around."

"Keep me?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, more like, will you please come back and help me study again?"

"Are..." Eddie scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You volunteered!"

"I volunteered for one study date."

"What, so a second one is out of the question?" he asked as he leaned forward and edged into your space.

"Well," you began with an expression that oozed contemplation in an exaggerated fashion. God, you were almost as dramatic as he was.

You were perfect.

"Well, if you're asking me for a second date, Edward? Then the answer is yes."

He clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Haha, see I knew that you couldn't get enough of--"

"But," you stopped him, and he stared, open-mouthed with words half-falling from his lips. "If you're asking me to come back to study? Well, then the second session is gonna cost you."

And he fell for it for a second. Just a split second. He thought that yeah it made sense if he wanted your help, he was gonna have to give something in return.

But then he saw the sly little smile that you were fighting to keep off your lips, saw the adorable little scrunch in your nose that he'd memorized earlier in the night, and the way your fingers fiddled on the couch cushion, as you slowly inched closer to him.

And he understood.

Oh...

"Oh yeah?" He narrowed his eyes at you in faux-suspicion. "Alright...name your price."

"It's not gonna be cheap," you insisted.

"I can pay anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh," he leaned closer to you now, volume and timber getting lower the closer he got. "I'm absolutely sure sweetheart."

You bit your lip slyly.

"I think fair market price...is a kiss."

"Just one?" he teased, lips absolutely within smooching distance from yours now.

"Maybe two."

You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay and Eddie had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

"Two?! Well," he sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. And who am I to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime deal?"

"Just a nerd," you whispered against his lips.

"Just a nerd," he repeated, and then slotted his lips right against yours, ending your perfect first date with the perfect first kiss.

Just like on TV.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #prompt game #the boy is mine #stff updates #stranger than (fan)fiction #carol <3

[theminecraftbee]

Doc wakes up slowly. He's had a lovely night of sleep, cozy in bed, dreaming of fantastical misuses of withers. Hotguy gave him an autograph and personally thanked him for finally blowing up Scarland's sound system and getting one over on anyone who might make a button. For some reason, Scar's alien from season six was also there, and then it exploded. That was pretty great too. And everyone had clapped for him, and told him he was the best, most important creeper in the world, and that all of his enemies were just haters, and that they would absolutely listen to all of his opinions, which were perfect, always. And they covered the Hermitcraft server in fresh, ripened tomatoes, and everyone helped him garden them.

It really was a lovely dream. He didn't particularly want to wake up, except perhaps to tell everyone about all of the aforementioned perfect opinions. But alas, even after a perfect, lovely, cozy night of sleep, mad doctors must wake up--

--and scream, as a menacing figure holding a knife looms over his bed. He throws a punch at whoever the person is before thinking and hisses, overestimating his strength and knocking them over. He scrambles for his light.

"Owww," says someone from the floor. Wait.

Doc peers over the edge of his bed. "Grian? What on earth are you doing, man?"

"Almost falling on my knife. You know, this is harder than I thought it would be," Grian says. He is holding his knife in one hand and cradling his now very crooked, bleeding nose with the other. Doc would feel bad, but... ehhh, it's Grian. Who had been standing over his bed with a knife. He probably deserved it for... something or other, Doc'll figure it out.

"You need help?" Doc asks.

"Right. No. Let's get back to this," Grian says, standing up and brandishing the knife again. The effect is much less frightening now that the lights are on, there's blood dripping down the front of Grian's sweater, and it's clear Grian is a bit uncertain of how to look intimidating. "I need you to know Mumbo only has one best friend."

Doc blinks.

"...okay, man?" Doc says.

"What?" Grian says.

"Yeah, like, I don't know what you're talking about. Mumbo and I sometimes talk about redstone, but--"

"You talk about redstone? How dare you! Mumbo is mine, you hear? Mine!"

Doc blinks again, slower. He considers pinching himself. This would be an odd addition to an otherwise lovely, perfect dream, but dreams can become weird nightmares pretty quickly, you know? That would explain why Grian's doing whatever this is.

"I mean, I don't know, he normally comes to me about it?" Doc says.

"Cheater..." Grian says.

"What?" Doc says.

"I can't believe you two! Guh! That was my offended noise!" Grian says.

"Look, uh, I don't really understand what you're doing here man--"

"I'm warning you off of Mumbo! I heard around the block you're his best friend now, so I'm going to kill you now unless you stop that."

Doc squints. "With the knife?" he asks.

"Yes, with the knife!"

"And why am I his best friend?" Doc asks.

"You got the crown! Mumbo said whoever got the purple crown would be his best friend! That's not allowed, only I'm allowed to be his best friend! So I'm, I'm being all threatening! And stuff! Please tell me I'm being threatening," Grian says. "It's been a while since I had to do something like this, I'm modeling off of a different guy I knew, but you know, it's very important to me that you're warned off properly! So there!"

Doc looks at Grian for a while.

"Yeah, uh, man, sure. I'm... really threatened," he says.

"Really?" Grian says.

"Yeah. Really. Very threatened. Hey, uh, my elevator buttons are Grian-proof, supposedly, but I don't know if--"

"Are you--are you trying to distract me by offering me buttons? I'll have you know that doesn't work anymore! Not when it comes to Mumbo!" Grian says. "Although. Hypothetically. If you were telling me there were buttons I could press that you think wouldn't have consequences no matter what I did. That sounds like a challenge."

"Yeah, man, I mean, uh. No. Don't press my buttons--"

"Gotta go bye," Grian says, very quickly, and he shoots out of Doc's bedroom. Doc stares after him through the door.

"I'm going back to fucking bed," Doc says, because frankly, this has convinced him he doesn't need to be awake. And also a security system. A security system that can roast pesky birds. He's sure he can come up with something. Mm. Roast bird. He falls back asleep, vaguely convinced he'd dreamed up the whole incident.

(In the morning, he finds a very grumpy Grian stuck in his elevator. Well. He supposes having to fix it is worth the expression on Grian's face there.)

#hermitcraft #docm77 #grian #a bee fic #okay look just saying grian is NOT gonna be normal about this one folks

[reidslovely]

Something about helping frat!blonde! Peter touch up his roots. Like he calls you and reader must think its for hooking up purposes - then he surprises her w “can you. uh..retouchmyrootsplease” and she’s like “??? 🤨wat” and you just go over to his place and spend time with him, washing his hairr, he making eye contact with reader through the mirror, etc. But he’s still stubborn about his feelings so he’s like “this was a one time thing only don’t let it get to ya head”

sorry if this was jumbled I just had this in my head for a while now

Yes this idea is so so so so so cute. I have written something vaguely similar before but I love it so much I don't care to write it again

please reblog or comment in place of liking/hearting this post 🫶🏼

“Pete?” You questioned picking up your phone, your eyes locked on the clock that read 4:00pm. “It’s far too early for a booty call..what’s up pretty?” 

“Ya flatter bashful.” His chesty laugh could be heard on the other end of the phone. It sent your heart doubling in speed, your cheek pressed lovingly into your shoulder. 

“You still with me bashful? I need you to do me a favor.” 

“So this is a hookup call..you only ask me that if-” You're cut off by him rushing out a string of words. None of which you caught. “Pete..baby. I need you to breathe and say that again.” You laughed softly, already gathering your stuff up to head over to the Theta Tau. Regardless if this was a hookup situation or not you were tired of your homework and Peter always seems to take any type of stress away. 

“Can you uh..” There's an awkward cough and sigh. “Retouchmyrootsplease?” 

The questions still came out as one word this time around but at least you actually caught what he was saying. 

“Sure, Pete.” You tried not to laugh. “Do you have what you need or do we need to run by Sally?” 

“No, no I have everything here for you. Thanks for this.”

“Course Pete, anything for you.” You hung up before you could get any type of snarky reply. 

Peter’s blond locks were a new addition about three weeks into your situation ship and you absolutely loved them. They flattered his face, and made his little baby deer eyes even more baby deer like. Which made you want to kiss him even more, and made it hard to say no when he’s asking you for another round. 

“You’re literally the best for this. Just moved up to like number two in my ranking.”

It was a joke, you were easily number one if not the only girl in Peter’s ranking but you have to play along or else you’ll scare him away. 

“Offended, whose number one.”

“May..sorry.” Peter sighs dramatically, leading you up the stairs to his bathroom. Tossing a few nods and hey’s to his brothers walking down the steps. 

“Mhm can’t be mad at that.” 

Peter laughed sitting on the chair he’d tucked away in the bathroom, pulling off his shirt. 

“Awe did you go ahead and set everything up for me?”

“No I was gonna do it myself but that's how we ended up in this scenario in the first place.”

Peter would never admit to it but he had set everything up for you. He’d done it before he even picked up the phone: not that he knew you'd say yes but he could hope. 

“Mhm I see.” You hummed running your fingers through Peter’s hair. He grabbed his phone starting his music, looking at you in the mirror as you started sectioning his hair out. 

Admittedly the whole time he was locked on you. Every move you made he was locked on you, not wanting to miss a moment. His head lolled back as you ran; you painted the bleach on his roots. Earning soft little ‘stops’ and ‘hold your head up’ from you as he relaxed. Your eyes were fixed on his hair making sure you’re applying everything evenly and correctly. Peter held his phone up in the mirror snapping a quick photo of the two of you. The photo falling amongst the others he’s sneakily taken of you or the both of you that you had no clue about. 

“Okay you gotta sit for a while and then I’ll wash it, tone it, all that after.” You said sitting on the toilet lid next to him taking the gloves off, tossing them in the trash can. 

“This is nice.” 

Peter's comment threw you off, you two only really hung out in the context of having sex or it being mutually beneficial for both. You hated to admit you had more moments like this. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm no pressure, at least not for you. I still gotta make jokes and keep you entertained.” 

“Tragic.” You tsked resting your arm on the sink hand to head as your free hand started a 30 minute timer. 

“Come on, we have enough time to watch some of that Hulu cooking show you like.” Peter stood taking your hand in his walking to his room. You flopped down on Pete’s bed watching him sitting next to you. “Careful you’ll get bleach on your..”

“No no, I'm good sitting up.”

You nodded and laid your head on his lap watching The Bear, Pete’s fingers combing through your hair switching between watching the TV and you. 

Pete’s head was tilted back in the sink, a towel under his neck for comfort. “Stop looking down my shirt, Parker.” 

“I’m not…I’m not.” He lied, turning his eyes up to look at you as you shampooed after toning his hair. “Do I look fabulous?”

“Oh absolutely.” You laughed wrapping his hair up in a towel helping him sit up. Ruffling the towel through his hair you laughed watching it sticking up every which way. You blow dried it for him smiling and singing under your breath as you fixed his hair perfectly. 

“How do you feel Parker?” 

“Amazing..I look great thanks bashful.” He says turning around, capturing your hips in his hands. “Let's get dinner, and then we can come back here.” 

“I hate sex after dinner.” 

“No, no we come back here and finish the show.” 

“Oh I get to come back to the Theta house? And not have sex?” You fake a gasp of shock. 

“I know it’s a rare occurrence. This is a one time thing though, don’t let it get to ya head.” Pete taunts, hand rubbing your side grabbing his wallet off his dresser.

“Oh baby it has.” 

Peter knew and even in his playful disdain and stubborn personality you were slowly craving a spot out in his chest and making a home in it, and at this point he had no say in it.

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[firehosebvck]

hold my hand - spencer reid

title: hold my hand

summary: when your baby girl is missing you, spencer knows just how to cheer her up.

pairing: mentioned/potential spencer x reader

word count: 637

warning(s): none

a/n: three rewrites down, two to go! also, spencer as a girl!dad? yes please

“That is not what happened, and you know it!” The sounds of suppressed laughter surround you as Penelope and Derek—much to your chagrin—retell the story of how you unceremoniously streaked through the streets of downtown Las Vegas topless after several shots of Jose Cuervo with the two of them, Spencer and Hotch chasing after you.

“Yeah, sweet pea?” Derek throws you a broad, teasing grin. “Then, how did it happen?”

“Not like that,” you tell him with a defeated grumble.

“Hey,” Penelope interjects with a grin to match Derek’s. “On the bright side, your tits looked great that night.”

Her out-of-the-blue comment causes another uproar of laughter. As the ruckus calms, your phone starts to buzz incessantly. Digging through your bag to find it, you press the green button on the screen and hold it up to your ear. “Y/L/N.”

“Mama?” The tiny voice on the other end asked, and your heart twisted in your chest. “Are you on the p’ane?”

“Yeah, honeybun, I’m on the plane,” you tell her. “I’ll try to be home as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay.” You could tell that Y/D/N doesn’t like that answer, but she understands why you have to be away a lot. “Will you catch the bad guy for me?”

Your heart twists a little harder in your chest and the smallest of smiles pulls at your lips when you answer her. “I always do, baby. Hey, tell you what. When I get home, I’ll ask Uncle Hotch for a day off, and we’ll spend the whole day together, doing whatever my precious girl wants to do. Does that sound okay?”

Hearing her giggle makes your chest feel lighter. She pauses for a moment then asks another question. “Is Spencer there?” Your little girl has the habit of asking if Spencer is with you when the team goes on a case. She adores him, and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

“He sure is, baby. Do you want to talk to him?”

You hear her little “yes, p’ease” before you hold out your phone to the Baby Genius. “A certain someone wants to talk to you.” He grins brightly and eagerly takes the device from your hand and holds it up to his own ear.

“Hey there. How’s my favorite little girl in the entire world?" He affectionately coos to Y/D/N, and you can faintly hear her shriek out a giggle.

“Oh, yeah? Did you have fun?”

That wistful look that your mom always teases you about falls over your face as Spencer talks animatedly with your daughter. He is a happy addition to her life after her father decided not be in it, much like Spencer’s own father.

He is so good to her, and you cannot thank him enough for that.

“Well, here’s what I’ll do,” he tells her. “I’ll go with you as long as you promise to let me hold your hand.” He waits for her response before his grin reaches his ears. “Alright! That’s my girl.”

He pauses and his eyebrows raise as you assume she tells him something. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

His eyes widened, practically falling out of his head at her question. An adorable flush takes over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Well, Y/D/N, you’ll, uh, have to ask your mom about that. Okay?”

He says his goodbyes to her before returning your phone to you.

There’s amusement present in Derek’s eyes when he asks, “So, did she ask you what I hope she asked you?”

He utters a “shut up” to the other man under a sip of coffee, causing Derek to simply laugh at Spencer’s expense and shake his head.

Your gaze bounces between Spencer and Derek. “What did she ask you, Spence?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later.”

#e posts #e writes #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine

[hp-hcs]

😜💖 friendship is magic 😌✨ (Chapter Four of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

❕new addition of Regulus Black❕

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. just slow plot shit this chapter, i’m afraid

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Determined to find the source of the leak, Blaise tromps back out to the hall to find wherever the L/Ns stashed their pole hook to open the attic. Tucked away in a dusty corner is where Blaise finds it, and he carries it back into Y/N’s room with a pleased expression.

This was going to be a piece of cake. If Blaise could find the leak and patch it up, maybe the L/Ns would put in a good word with the courts and shorten their sentences. Or his, anyway.

Slowly raising the pole hook up towards the ring handing from the attic ladder, Blaise missed multiple times, the ring bouncing off of the hook.

“Hey.”

“Holy fucking-” Blaise startles and drops the pole hook, taking a step back. The figure standing in the doorway of Y/N’s room waves awkwardly.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Regulus? Er- Regulus Black? I’m the grocery boy for the L/Ns.” He trails off, motioning to the milk crate he held against one hip that was practically overflowing with produce and wrapped butcher’s packages.

“Oh! Yes, yeah, sorry. Uh, house just has me on edge is all,” Blaise rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Do you need help with the groceries?”

Regulus’ eyebrows raise and he smiles. “That would be fantastic, actually,” he turns on his heel, already starting down the stairs.

Blaise has to jog to catch up, following the spry boy ahead of him down to the kitchen. Regulus is maybe a year younger than him, but has far too much energy for five in the morning.

“So why are you lot here? The L/Ns aren’t exactly known for their warmth and welcoming-ness. If you’ll excuse my bluntness, they don’t really have a propensity for entertaining guests.”

“They’re on vacation. Uh, we’re here as part of a…community service punishment,” he winces as he skates around the truth.

“Ah, nice,” Regulus seems unruffled as he puts away a carton of eggs. “What are they making you do? House-sitting?”

“Uh, babysitting.”

Regulus hums. “Ah, really? They didn’t take Y/N with them? That’s pretty surprising.”

Blaise startles. “Please tell me you don’t also think it’s…”

“Alive? ‘Course not. But it’s better to just humor them. Mrs. L/N gets awfully upset if you mention anything about it being inanimate, and this job pays too well for me to want to piss off my employers.”

Blaise laughs. “That’s fair. So…was there really an Y/N? Like, an actual one?”

Regulus nods, handing him a stack of cans and motioning towards the cabinet they belonged in. “Mhm. We were never allowed to play with them when we were kids. My older brother always called them freakish. And Mr. L/N only ever described them—the one time I asked, back when I very first started working for them—as odd.”

Blaise pauses halfway through stacking apples in the fruit bowl. “You knew them? Like, you were the same age?”

“They were a year or two older than me, but yeah,” Regulus accepts the mug of coffee Blaise offers with a quiet thanks, sitting down with him at the kitchen table.

“Anyway, story goes that they were playing out in the woods with Brahms—he was their only friend, that I know of—and they got in an argument or something… Mr. Heelshire—that’s Brahms’ dad—found ‘im by the river, skull all smashed up. The police chief wanted to question Y/N, you know, just to cover all the bases, but nobody could find ‘em and then-”

Regulus makes a fwoosh noise, setting down his mug to spread his hands out as if to imitate an dramatic explosion.

“Boom! The L/Ns’ house completely burned down. The only person inside? Y/N L/N.”

Regulus takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Look, I’m not saying they’re connected, but…”

Blaise shivers, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “How long ago was this?”

“Oh, a while. Happened when I was real young. I think Y/N was…eight or nine. Should be just about a decade since then.”

“So why the doll?”

“Nobody knows,” Regulus shrugs. “They rebuilt the house after the fire, and then the doll just showed up one day. It’s creepy as fuck, I’m aware.”

“Just a bit,” Blaise drawls.

Regulus laughs. “You seem cool, man. D’you wanna come hang out with me sometime? I could take you to the good restaurants in town for like, lunch or something. Lord knows you gotta get outta this house.”

“Sounds great,” Blaise grins. “Would be nice to hang out with literally anyone other than those guys. I love ‘em, but y’know.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how ‘bout today? There’s this awesome old-school diner that makes the best onion rings-”

Regulus chatters on, promising to pick Blaise up at noon for lunch. Blaise smiles, actually smiles, and tells him he can’t wait. After walking him out to his car, Regulus calls from the window, in a sing-song voice,

“See you soon, Blaisey-Waisey!”

Merlin, he’d get along great with Pansy, Blaise muses as he walks back towards the house.

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[atinyniki]

nap of a star.

group: tomorrow x together !

pairing: idol bf!choi beomgyu x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationsips, petnames, crying, insecurities (beomgyu), txt is unknowingly hurting beomgyu, beomgyu teases members, just rlly sad :(

authors note: screaming and crying over this. i thought this would be the perfect title for this little fic. posting to see this if my work is unshadowbanned, and if so ill post my new jisung fic !! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1394

“name one thing you like most about yeonjun”

the order goes by age, soobin answering first.

“i really love… hm… his butt”

the four of them burst into laughter, disbelief evident on their faces. “his butt?”, taehyun asks incredulously.

“yes! it’s so cute”

“ok. ew. weirdo. next?”, yeonjun moves on quickly from his comment.

beomgyu just giggles, not saying a word. yeonjun rolls his eyes. “nothing? really?”, he smiles.

beomgyu shakes his head no, a smile still on his face. all of them laugh, yells erupting throughout the entire room.

“nothing.”, beomgyu repeats, a matter-of-factly.

“yeah yeah…”, yeonjun knows beomgyu loves him, so there’s no need to push it.

the game goes on, continuing with soobin, and then comes beomgyus turn.

he sits down on the stool, waiting first for yeonjun. yeonjun just giggles, parroting beomgyus actions from earlier. it was no surprise to him, so he just jokes around with yeonjun. 

soobins turn comes next. no answer. just more giggling. beomgyu knew that yeonjun wouldn’t answer, that’s just how they are. they love teasing eachother, but soobin?

beomgyu laughs it off, waiting again for more. no one said anything. they joke around for a long time, instead talking about things they don’t like about him.

they sure can name a lot…

beomgyu just sits back down in his chair, mood deflated and drained of all cheeriness he’s had before. nonetheless, he tries to keep a smile for the camera.

the game continues on again, beomgyus voice has gotten duller, but no one seemed to notice. the shoot ends, and they all finally let loose and begin to laugh about it.

“my butt?! soobin what were you thinking?!”

he giggles, “i was thinking about your butt!”

“oh my gosh. shut up.”, yeonjun fake gags.

they all giggle together. all but beomgyu. they still don’t notice. 

they go out to eat after, beomgyu continuously stuffing his face so he doesn’t have to speak. he just wants to go home. you, he wants to go to you.

his home.

“baby? i’m home…”, he calls out softly.

no answer.

he closes the door behind him, kicking off his shoes lazily and walking towards the kitchen. he sees you there, making yourself another bag of popcorn.

you turn around, gasping dramatically when you see him. “beomgyu!”

you rush into his arms, a smile erupting on both your faces immediately. “how was your day sweetheart?”

“oh you know… the usual. lots of filming, though”

“yeah i bet, you were there for a while.”

you dump the popcorn into the bowl, taking beomgyu to the bed to watch the remaining half hour of the movie with you.

“what movie is this?”

“uh… home alone? duh. how could you not recognize it? this is one of your favorites…”

you watch as he leans towards the screen again, when it clicks. “oh… yeah. must just be tired.”

you two finish the popcorn together, finishing the movie not too long after. after such a long day, it feels amazing to be in your arms.

he just couldn’t get what they said out of his mind. or… what they didn’t say.

you set the laptop onto the dresser, along with the bowl full of kernels. “hi dorky”

“oh… hey pretty”

you turn to him, smiling and pecking his nose. “you tired?”

“just thinking.”

he looks back up at you, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“yeah? what’s on your mind?”

the question sits on the tip of his tongue. you’ll be able to answer right?

you love him… right?

“what’s something you love about me?”

so many things came to mind. he’s so caring, so funny, and so incredibly perfect. he makes you and everyone else around him feel so loved and appreciated, even people he isn’t close with. he’s so snarky but it’s in the best way possible, and you just can’t truly express how much you love him in words.

small sniffles pull you out of your thoughts. it’s only felt like seconds, but it’s been an entire minute since he’s asked the question. he buries his head in your chest to muffle the sounds, and you immediately wrap your arms around him. it makes him feel safe.

he looks back up at you again, small sobs escaping his lips as he stares at you with bloodshot eyes. it seems as if your entire world has shattered just at the sight of him. 

“please… can’t you- can’t you think of something? just one thing? you love me… right?”, he begs desperately.

you immediately shut down his thoughts.

“what? no… no sweetheart no! i love you, my star. i promise. don’t ever doubt it for a second. its just… so many things came to mind, i didn’t know which one to say first.”

a sigh of relief leaves his lips again, and he sobs even harder, clutching onto your shirt and drenching it with his tears. “i’m so sorry… i didn’t mean to rush…”, your own eyes tearing up at his words.

“i love you, beomgyu. everything about you. i love how your heart is so incredibly big, and how you seem to make me smile with everything that you do. you’re perfect beomgyu.”

the sincerity in your voice makes him wail, breaths broken up by hiccups and more cries. “th-thank you.”

you hug him closer towards you, but you don’t ask about anything. talking would be too much for him to handle right now. he just needed you.

“you’re so incredibly funny, gyu. i love that about you. you care about everyone, even if you’re not necessarily close. i love that too. i love everything about you. the love i feel for you is just simply… unfathomable.”

his heart swells in his chest, head tilting up to give you a small kiss. “i’m sorry. i didnt mean to break down on you like that.”

you kiss his forehead, pulling him close again so that the two of you are face-to-face. “no need to apologize, i’m always here for you, my star. was there… something that triggered that?”

he frowns, eyes still pouring out tears steadily. he explains the entire thing, how filming went, what they said, and you cant help but feel for him. 

you run your fingers along his spine, “oh baby… why didn’t you tell me?”

“i didn’t wanna worry you. it’s kinda.. dumb… anyways”

“it’s not dumb, it hurt you.”

“it’s okay… i’ll get over it… i know i will. it’s just… sometimes i can’t help but think they mean it.”

you smile, hugging him close into your chest and kissing the top of his head repeatedly. curse his brain for making him think like this.

“they love you beomgyu. don’t worry.”

he laces your fingers together under the sheets, kissing your collarbone and parts of your neck and jawline. no one could ever make you feel more loved. 

you giggle, “that tickles…”

“i know.”, he smiles mischievously. instantly, more kisses are planted onto your neck and the parts of your chest he can reach, playfully nibbling and licking over your skin.

you look back down at him, love and adoration swimming through your eyes. you hold eye contact for a long time, as if your true feelings were passing through just by a look in that moment.

the love you feel for eachother is unexplainable, it’s a true miracle that you are such a perfect match. you lean down to kiss him again, watching as he chases your lips when you pull away.

“i love you, y/n.”

you kiss his forehead again, and you open your mouth to speak. you stop once you look at his face again.

his lips are slightly parted from your kiss earlier, hands loosely placed onto your waist and chest. its becoming difficult to resist the urge to smother him in kisses, but he deserves his sleep.

you bring your hand up, the one that’s still holding beomgyus, and kiss over his knuckles. you run a finger over his cheekbone, admiring his adorable sleepy pout. you could definitely get used to this.

if you aren’t spending the rest of your life with this man, you don’t want to spend it with anyone at all.

smiling, a tear leaves your eye at the sight of your boyfriend. you’re so lucky to have him, you just can’t believe it. do tears of adoration even exist?

“i love you too, my star.”

<3

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt angst #txt fluff #beomgyu #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu angst #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #atinyniki

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Skits of "Our magical party wiz you" and the staged reading ""A Mixer After the Mission"

Good day, everyone! I have translated the skits and the staged reading from the “Our magical party wiz you!” (Mahoawa) event on January 28-29th, 2024. It took me a while, and this is not the full translation for the 2-hour show. There are also Q&A activities involving seiyuus and some additional skits with characters. However, I translated all the skits featuring CaiOwe and the 20-minute main skit "A Mixer After the Mission" written by the devil Tsushimi Bunta!

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Characters: Oz, Arthur, Mithra, Rutile, Cain, Owen, Snow

(The Day’s skit)

Owen: Hey, are you kidding me?

Mithra: That's my line.

Cain: Hey there, you two. Let's not start off on such a tense note, alright? What's going on?

Mithra: The thing I just had for lunch is called Napolitan pasta. This guy has more bacon in his bowl than mine, not fair at all.

Cain: More bacon? How nice!

Owen: That's not nice, comparing to that pudding he has. Mithra's pudding is bigger than mine.

Mithra: Obviously, because I eat faster than you.

Owen: You were just eating everything randomly, weren't you? Ah, I feel sorry for that pudding, being eaten by someone like you.

Mithra: So you're not giving up? How unsightly.

Owen: Hah? You want to die?

Mithra: Just what I want.

Owen: Cuore Memini–

Mithra: Athrim—

Cain: Wait, hold on!! Let's not start a fight out of nowhere! You'll wreck the place.

Rutile: Ah, how about this? Since we're in a theater, why not have a competition fitting this place?

Mithra: A competition fitting this place?

Rutile: Let's have the spirits of this land as judges. Since they love singing and art, we could have a poetry competition. What do you think, dear spirits? (The audience applauds)

Rutile: Thank you.

Mithra: Well, okay. I'm the strongest at writing poems.

Owen: I won't go along with your ridiculousness. Such a stupid game.

Mithra: Oh? Is it because you don’t have confidence?

Owen: Aren't you just led by the nose?

Cain: Please don't start a new round of quarrels, guys. Owen, if you're not interested…

Owen: Fine, I'll participate. With Mithra's brain, my victory is assured.

Sir Knight, let's start quickly *kick*

Cain: Ouch! Why did you suddenly kick me?!

The theme is “Winter”. Owen, you first!

Owen: Eh? Me?

Cain: 321, GO!

Owen: The…the winter sun…on top of the sky…turns into…a frozen white jade…

Rutile: Wow, what a beautiful imagery!

Owen: On the snow field…there's…a fluffy dog…but his fur sheds…and vanishes with the wind…

Cain: Ahhh, he was so fluffy, though.

Mithra: That's it? Well, no surprise that you're at this level

Rutile: But the first part was great! I couldn't have come up with “frozen sun”!

Cain: I also love fluffy dogs, they’re like winter. When you see your dog getting shaggy, you know winter's here. It's a shame his fur fell out.

Owen: Oh, you like that? Then why don't I turn you into a big hairless dog and throw you into an extremely cold place where it snows all the time?

Cain: Why do you come up with words to insult me so easily?!

Cain: Next theme is “Northern Wizards”. 321, GO!

Mithra: On the snow field…there is a fluffy dog.

Owen: Wait, don't copy me.

Cain: It’s even the same dog.

Mithra: Standing there is a creature more majestic than a dog, a huge crocodile... and the strongest and most fearsome, me...

Mithra: Hmmm, sounds weird. Rutile, you are up.

Rutile: Huh!? Uh...if you step on the shadow...

Owen: Hey hey, it'd be cheating to ask others for help, wouldn't it? Rutile, don't say more.

Rutile: I'm...I'm sorry. I can't resist answering when someone asks me...

Mithra: Huh? Is there a rule against asking others?

Cain: Well...no, there isn't. Sorry, I forgot to set rules. But I trust the spirits (audience) will judge fairly. Let's hear Rutile's first.

Rutile: Yes! Owen's expression was particularly poetic, and Mithra was great at involving others.

Cain: I see. Both had unique elements in their poems. What do the spirits think?

(The audience applauds)

Cain: I see. Congratulations, Owen and Mithra, you share the victory!

Rutile: Congratulations!

Mithra: Winning was too easy. Poetry seems like child's play.

Owen: You just won without a fight. Let's start over.

Cain: The spirits seem pleased, making the atmosphere livelier and more energetic here.

Owen: That means…

Mithra: Then...

Owen/Mithra: *fighting each other* Cuore Memini/Arthim!

(The Night’s skit)

Snow: You're back too. Just walking around, not bothering anyone and not killing anyone?

Owen: You think I'm Mithra? I don't do those things. *sound of chewing*

Cain: What are you eating?

Owen: Dango from a nearby stall. It's right over there, by the red gate.

Snow: You're right, it smells sweet and delicious.

Cain: I noticed it too when I passed by earlier today. But I was so full that I couldn't eat anymore, so I didn't buy any.

Owen: Because you had too much Napolitan pasta, didn’t you? What a glutton, ordering such a large portion.

Cain: I couldn't help it! It was so delicious. After that, I walked around the streets with Rutile for a long time and started feeling hungry again.

Hey, give me one.

Owen: The song of hot dango.

Cain: What?

Owen: If you want one, sing. This is a payback for making me do weird things during the day.

Cain: Are you still holding a grudge over that...? Eh…Impromptu singing? I've never done that without a drink...

Snow: How about this? They also sell hot drinks near the red gate. It's slightly sweet and tastes a bit like wine, but it's actually non-alcoholic.

Cain: Thanks. Ohhh, it smells good. Now this can set the mood I need...

Owen: Cuore Morito

Cain: Ugh!?

Snow: Owen!? What did you--

Cain: ....He he he...there...is a pile of hot dango...~

Snow: Cain!?

Cain: Dango dango~~ Taran taran tan tan~

Owen: He's started drunken dancing and singing now. How clumsy and amusing.

Snow: Dear! Did you cast a spell on Cain? That kid took just a sip and he's already drunk.

Cain: Ha, ha ha...Let's take off our clothes to dance and sing, everyone...

Owen: Do it, do it~

Snow: Wah!!! Wait--! Noscomnia!

Cain: What just happened?

Owen: What, we were just getting to the good part.

Snow: Phew, that was close. Are you okay, dear? You were only dancing and singing, don’t worry.

Cain: I can’t remember…..But then that means I fulfilled Owen’s request?

Owen: Well, you could say that. Here, I'll give you a dango, catch it. *throw it away*

Cain: Ah! Hey, don’t just toss dango around like that!

The staged reading "A Mixer After the Mission" written by Tsushimi Bunta

Arthur: Look, Lord Oz, there are fireworks lighting up the sunset sky.

Oz: Indeed.

Rutile: It seems people are setting off fireworks to celebrate the resolution of the recent event. How beautiful.

Cain: Strange occurrences took place at Granvelle Castle. Although very dangerous and tricky, fortunately, we managed to solve them successfully.

Snow: That's right, the people on the street are also very happy. Beautiful music is coming from the square, it feels delightful.

Oz: Indeed.

Snow: Ah, dear Oz, the young wizards are all very happy now. You should sometimes respond to them with something more enthusiastic, like "Wow! That's fantastic!"

Arthur: Just watching the fireworks with Lord Oz makes me happy enough. And is this music the same as the one played during the inauguration ceremony?

Cain: Yes, the sound of fireworks, the music from that day, and the laughter of the people. Just hearing them makes me feel like I've been transported back to the day of the inauguration ceremony.

Arthur: The sages and their wizards gathered on the terrace of Granville Castle and waved many times to the people.

Rutile: After that, a lot of things really happened. Time has really flown by since then. Being able to become so close to Lord Arthur, Uncle Mithra, and others is like a dream.

Speaking of which, where are Uncle Mithra and Mr. Owen?

Cain: Hmm? Oh, I don't see them either. Weird, they were with us just a moment ago.

Snow: Maybe they went to confirm "The Legendary Wind Passage"?

Arthur: What is "The Legendary Wind Passage"?

Snow: The land in this area is blessed by the wind spirit, thus strong winds blow sometimes. The most famous one is a passage where there are always violent storms. It is said that only the strongest wizard can pass through this legendary passage.

Arthur: So it’s the strongest passage?

Snow: Exactly, the strongest passage, literally as the words imply.

Cain: I'm pretty sure those two are competing to see who can fly through that passage faster.

Rutile: I am very confident in my broom-flying skills and would like to participate too...

Mithra: Arhtim

Arthur: They're back. Welcome back, Mr. Mithra, Mr. Owen.

Mithra: We're back.

Owen: Ugh, that was the worst.

Mithra: Oz, it is said that only the strongest wizard can pass through the wind passage - the strongest path, and I have conquered it. In other words, I'm the strongest. Your strongest throne has been taken away by me. How about that? Don't you want to say something?

Oz: Wow, that's fantastic.

Mithra: Huh?

Oz: Wow, that's fantastic.

Mithra: What's that?

Oz: Wow, that's—

Mithra: Shut up, you're noisy.

Arthur: Lord Oz, your level of agreement is truly superb.

Speaking of celebration, it seems that Lord Oz, Mr. Mithra, and Mr. Owen have never participated in a mixer.

Oz: Mixer?

Arthur: A mixer is to celebrate an encounter. If possible, how about holding one now? I feel a bit regretful not being able to join the social gathering with Lord Oz and others.

I also want to plan a mixer for 22 people including the Sage.

But now that we are here, how about practicing this bonding event in advance?

Mithra: Interesting, I want to join this thing called a mixer or something

Arthur: Thank you, Mr. Mithra.

How about Lord Oz?

Oz: Yes.

Arthur: Thank you so much!

How about Owen?

Owen: I won't. It's boring.

Cain: Don't say that.

If we sit face to face in a social gathering, we can understand each other better and maybe become closer.

Owen: When did I say I want to get along with you?

Cain: I want to get along well with you.

Owen: I don't want to. As if I would go.

Cain: Uhmm okay, that's good then! I actually don't want to get along with you either, but I have to do this because my lord is here. Lucky for me that you refused me first.

Owen: Oh? So you actually don't want to get along with me?

Cain: Yeah, why should I want to get along with you? You took my eyeball.

Owen: Ha ha, what a pitiful Sir Knight.

Owen: Then I will reluctantly join this mixer. Let's get close to each other, shall we?

Cain: Is that so?! Thank you, Owen!

Owen: Huh?

Cain: That's good for you, Arthur.

Owen: What does this mean?

Cain: Everyone, let's join in the fun!

Owen: Hey? Hey!

Arthur: I see!

Speaking of which, the Sage told me once…in mixer, people are supposed to have some special events.

Rutile: Special events?

Mithra: No matter what those are, it’s not a problem for me

Arthur: I don't know the specific details. Let's try to find out.

Rutile: I think I have an idea! (Rutile starts singing)

Rutile: Why do you want to drink? Why do you want to drink? Because you want to drink, so you drink!

(T/n: He is singing a parody of なんで持ってんの, a japanese drinking song)

Arthur: *confused voice* W-what song is that?

Rutile: This is the kind of song everyone sings at the beginning of a mixer.

Cain: Somehow, it feels like I’ve heard it somewhere before.

Rutile: Really? I created this song, though.

Cain: Really? But it sounds a bit familiar… Anyway, since we have songs, there should also be dances, right? Like dancing in pairs at a ball.

Arthur: That sounds appropriate! Perfect for social occasions to celebrate new encounters.

Owen: So how about this?

Owen: We play a game where one person acts as the king and the rest are retainers who follow the king's orders.

Cain: This game might not be suitable for this event, right?

Owen: …it isn’t?

Cain: It could make the atmosphere tense. It doesn’t seem like a social game.

Rutile: Although it sounds fun, I don’t think it's suitable for social gatherings.

Owen:…Hmmm, whatever.

Arthur: So, what dishes do you think should be served at the party?

Rutile: Dishes, huh? If there’s a grand feast at the mixer, the atmosphere will be livelier.

Cain: You must be hungry, Rutile. How about roasting a whole pig or something?

Arthur: Sounds like the mixer will be quite lively.

Rutile: It does sound that way! A roasted whole pig would be nice at a mixer.

Owen: Hey, how about this?

Mixing a hot sauce puff into a plate of sweet puffs filled with thick cream.

Cain: Absolutely not. That's a terrible idea.

Owen: Why?

Cain: Well, it's just not feasible. People who eat the hot sauce puff would be in for a bad time. This is meant to be a rare opportunity to meet new friends, and doing this would definitely make the atmosphere tense.

Owen: …Wouldn’t that make everything surprisingly lively though?

Cain: No, absolutely not. This would make it difficult to warm up the atmosphere. Think about it carefully— putting hot sauce in the puff for people to eat. It's going to be very tense, I'm telling you.

Rutile: I would certainly feel nervous…

Owen: Hmmm, whatever.

Snow: Ah, now I remember!

Rutile: What is it, Lord Snow?

Snow: Dear Sage mentioned a "first impression" game that seems to be held at the mixer.

Rutile: A game of first impressions?

Snow: Yes, for example, a question like "Who looks the gentlest here, or the richest person," and then you point to someone intuitively.

Snow: I hope everyone points to me when being asked "Who is the cutest person here?"

Oz: He just blurts out his wish.

Mithra: I definitely don't think you're the cutest person. If you asked who the scariest person is, I'd probably point to you.

Snow: I'm not scary. I'm obviously very cute.

Rutile: Very cute, indeed. But since we’ve met before, it might be difficult to judge as if it were the first time.

Snow: No worries. If it's just for a short time, I can erase your memory!

Mithra: Hah?

Owen: Erase memory?

Snow: Noscomnia.

Snow: Great, now we can play the first impression game!

Snow: Okay, after preparing, let’s point out who the cutest person here is.

Arthur: What just happened?

Mithra: What kind of terrifying magic was just used?

Owen: Step any closer, and I'll kill you.

Owen: Cuore-- Mithra: Arthi-- Oz: Voz--

Snow: Wait, wait, don't be so excited yet

Mithra: What do you mean?

Owen: Who are you?

Oz: Voz–

Snow: I said wait! Now everyone is playing the First Impression game.

Rutile: First Impression game?

Snow: Yes, it is to determine who the cutest person here is in the first impression.

Cain: Hold on a minute, I don't remember anything, not even you or myself.

Snow: Well, don't worry about that.

Cain: Don't worry?!

Snow: Yeah, don't stress about it, it's no big deal.

Cain: Is it really okay?

…Well, I suppose it is!

Rutile: Great, I don’t remember anything either, so I feel relieved to hear you say that.

Mithra: What's going on? That boy's complete lack of any sense of crisis is making me irrationally angry. My stomach seems to be hurting too.

Rutile: Oops, brother over there, do you have a stomachache?

Drink some hot potion to soothe your stomach, it'll help. I'll warm it up for you now.

Ah, but... T/n: Usually Rutile calls Mithra "Oji-san," but he's addressing Mithra as "Onii-san" now.

Mithra: What's the matter?

Rutile: This potion is very bitter. Brother, can you handle it? Will it be difficult for you?

Mithra: Not a problem. If need be, I can even eat grass.

Rutile: Ha ha, you're quite the wild one.

My first impression of you, brother, is that you're a very wild person.

Mithra: Ah, thank you.

My first impression of you is that of a careless person.

Snow: Look like someone knows how to play the game already!

Arthur: Hm? If you look closely, you two have the same eye color.

Cain: Ah, you are talking about me?

Owen: Me?

Rutile: That's right. Maybe you guys are brothers?

Ah, I feel like I have a brother too.

Cain: Do I have a brother?

*look at Owen* Can I call you big bro then?

Owen: What a joke. First of all, how could I have a brother with such weak magic power?

Besides, just from the appearance point of view, my hair color is similar to that guy’s.

Arthur: Are you talking about me?

Owen: Your magic power is pretty strong. Maybe we really are brothers.

Arthur: …Big Brother!

Owen: What's wrong~

Oz: Wrong…!

Arthur: Ah. Oz: That’s definitely wrong, although I don’t know why. Arthur: You over there… Oz: …Are you talking to me?

Arthur: …Sir, you have been silent until now.

Can you say a little more? That way we can get to know your personality better. Maybe the cutest person here is you.

Oz: I have nothing to say to you.

Arthur: Why?

Oz: *Silence* Because I have nothing to say.

Arthur: But why?

Oz: *Longer silence* Because I don't have anything to say so I won't say—

Arthur: Why—!

Snow: So, you guys have nothing to say. Okay, I get it! Let's begin! When I ask who the cutest person here is, everyone points to me.

Mithra: Isn't this cheating?

Snow: Humph! Forget it, let's not ask you; let's ask the spirits of this land.

(Snow asked who is the cutest, who is the noblest, who is the sexiest, and who is liked by animals. The audience responded with Snow, Arthur, Mithra, and Owen. After that, Snow returns memories to everyone.)

Arthur: Where are we?

Owen: Feels like there's a gap in my memory...

Cain: And I feel like I just had a strange dream...

Snow: Ha ha, the first impression game was so much fun!

Oz: I don't remember anything...

Cain: I want to join in too.

Snow: But you already participated.

Cain: Eh? I did? My memory's a bit fuzzy.

Owen: Too bad for you, then.

Snow, did you cast some strange magic on us?

Arthur: I feel like Owen and I were brothers...

Oz: Wrong.

Snow: Ha ha! That was so fun!

Mithra: So, what about the mixer to celebrate our encounter? Is this the end?

Arthur: No, it's not over yet. It's been a while since we last met.

Let’s reminisce about the events from when we first met until now.

Mithra: Are we talking about my heroic deeds?

Arthur: Mithra, Owen, Lord Oz, Cain, Rutile, Lord Snow, and our other esteemed comrades. And let's not forget the heroic deeds of our dear Sir Sage.

Cain: From the Ancient Birds and Beasts to the Resurrected City of the Dead. Three monsters attacking Granville Castle. And the perilous adventures in the Western Kingdom.

Rutile: Too many to recount. Let's share our stories tonight as we delve into the memories we share with the Sage.

Owen: There might be some pages I'd rather forget completely though.

Arthur: Even so, these are the nostalgic scenes that shape who we are. No matter how embarrassing or heartbreaking they may be, let's hold them dear in our hearts. Like precious friends, let's cherish those dark pages with tenderness.

Oz: That’s just like you, who is good at loving others.

Arthur: It's thanks to you, Lord Oz, and the watchful eyes of everyone else, that I'm able to do this. Now, everyone! Let's prepare some warm black tea and sweets. Get ready for our trip down memory lane, with the sound of fireworks and the music we love, while listening to everyone's laughter.

--- END ---

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #translation #owen #cain knightley #Mithra #Rutile Flores #Arthur #Everything is cute

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of DIETER BRAVO'S dialogue/lines from the film THE BUBBLE.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Hi… right.

I don’t watch my own shit. You should never watch your own shit. You just wipe, you flush and you move on. 

Yeah. Where’s your husband? 

Course. Sorry… 

Right. 

Listen, I’m sorry. I’m trying to care, but it’s hard. 

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Yeah. Please. Thanks… wow. 

We’re fucked. 

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Anika. I was wondering if you could help me with something. 

Do you want to have sex with me? 

Amazing. 

When? 

Great. 

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AS GIO: 

Yes, but, uh, it is not news to me that Modelcorp is lucky to have hired all of you to make sure all the creatures of this land are respected and honoured. 

Five times is what I have heard. 

How does he fly? He has no feathers! 

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NO! 

These cliff beasts are so large, how do they fly? How? ‘Ow? ‘Ow do they fly? 

These cliff beasts are so large! 

I just want a safe place for the dinosaurs to live! 

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Where’s Ronjon? 

I said send Ronjon. 

Hold on. 

You don’t know me. 

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Send help! 

Goodbye, Howie! Goodbye! 

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I'm not wearing one of those, man. It’s radiation. It's EMF. Messes with my fucking brain waves. I don’t even wear wireless earbuds. 

Hey! 

What the fuck?! 

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AS GIO: 

The corporation will not be happy. 

What is this? 

I am not so optimistic. What is that? 

Is that Jarrar? 

But that is his belt. 

It is so large. How does it fly? 

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Pippa? Do you wanna have sex with me?

Sorry. Sorry. Gunther? 

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Make me smile. Hmm… 

Change me. Change me. Change me. 

Huh? 

That’s a lot of sex. 

Kate? Are you me? 

This is creepy. But I like it. 

Yes ma’am. 

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. 

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Bola, hold my hair. 

Hold my haaaaair. 

Bola. Bola… 

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Every day, I eat the Kitkat in the mini bar. And then I come back and there’s a new Kitkat. I’m not giving this up! 

Hey, little girl over there. Why are you always here? 

Well then you should have said out! 

Yeah. Yeaaah. 

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AS GIO:

Now I know. I must kill them all. 

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Anika. You're working the night shift? 

That’s amazing. 

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Oh, it takes so long to shoot action. 

Got any good notes for that, Mr Sundance?

I’m posing with my Oscar! 

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But there are drugs. 

Ah, jeez. 

Yeah, but it’s worth trying. 

Everyone! Do you think that I’m worthy of Anika’s love? 

She’s twenty-seven and she loves me. And I… love her. 

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You saved me. 

You are an angel. 

You do love me. 

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AS GIO:

I know a better way we can care for them. Let’s put them to sleep. Permanently! 

If we get them in the reproductive organs, their hormones are toxic and flammable. 

Well, you silly little girl, looks like Gio lied. 

The cliff beasts must burn. And if all of you stand beside them, then you will burn with them! 

Cliff beasts! 

Save me! Aah!

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Probably not, no-one’s getting hurt. 

Hahahahahaha!! 

Anika, you made it okay. 

I live in Sherman Oaks. 

Monkey in the bath! I don’t think he likes it! 

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We’re a beast! 

This is our friend Kate. 

Come on, Kate. Come on. 

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DELETED SCENE:

You don’t know me. Okay? Nobody knows me. 

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How do I know you're not going to sell it to the sperm bank? 

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AS GIO: 

Ah no! No! No! No! Ah-what? Nooo! Cliff beaaaaasts!

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FROM THE BUBBLE FEATURETTE: THE ULTIMATE RETROSPECTIVE 2022:

I have no idea what it's about, but there are cliffs, and there are beasts. For the sixth time.

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I'm so excited.

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FROM THE DIRECTOR SPOTLIGHT ON SET:

He's such an almighty fuck up. And I love him.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#dieter bravo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #PPCU #dieter bravo the bubble #the bubble #dieter bravo dialogue

[jaylienpotter]

Runaway

"Coming!" Incessant knocking vibrated the whole Godric's Hollow. Fleamont was still at work and Euphemia was far more patient than that. "Coming!" James ran down the stairs, wand in hand. They were dangerous times. He opened the door and pointed the wand at whoever was outside, only to find a somewhat familiar face. "Black?"

"Can I please come in? I don't know where else to go..." Her face was dripping with tears. Her black hair chopped to her jawline. White dress dirty and ripped in some places.

"Yes, of course!" He took her in and closed the door. "Sirius! Your sister is here!" The older brother nearly flew downstairs, both worried and glad to see Hydra.

"Bloody hell, are you okay?!" Given no time to answer, baby Black was squeezed in a hug.

"I'm so sorry Sirius... I should have listened to you... I shouldn't have stayed... You were right, they're evil. I just really wanted to be a good daughter, I really did..."

"What happened??"

"They were marrying me off to Amycus Carrow... I can't do this, Sirius... He's so odd and mean and..."

"It's okay, you don't have to. You ran off from the wedding?" Hydra nodded. "What happened to your hair?"

"I..." She looked at James unsurely but nothing mattered anymore. "I cut it. I cut it because I don't want to be like this anymore. I- I don't want to be their daughter nor- nor your sister, I... I don't want to be a girl..."

Sirius hugged his baby brother through his sobs "Hey, it's okay... It's okay. You could have told me."

"I was scared... And- I didn't want mother and father to find out..."

"Fuck them. They don't matter anymore. You're safe. James, do you think she- he can stay here?" The boy in the dress smiled at the masculine pronoun, feeling slightly better now that he knew he had someone supportive.

"Yeah, of course! You can come to my room or you two share. We'll take care of the logistics later. Black, did you bring anything with you?" He shook his head.

"Just my wand." Potter nodded and started going upstairs.

"I'll see what I can get you. Make yourself at home." After he was out of sight, the newly addition to the house turned to his brother sadly.

"I'm sorry Sirius..."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise. You were brainwashed. I'm sorry I didn't get you out of there..."

"I would've stayed. I wanted them to be proud of me but no matter what I did I was just a bloody prize to be handed over... Siri I... I have the mark..." He extended his arm painfully. He didn't want to upset his brother. But he wouldn't be able to hide it, either.

"What matters is that you're safe now. And you're not on their side anymore. Focus on what's important. Like getting a new haircut. You were not born to be a hairdresser." That had the wanted effect, a laugh. He probably hadn't smiled in a long time. Sirius always made everything better.

"I missed you."

"Missed you too. Dork. So, do you have a new name?"

"Oh. I... I don't know. I didn't think about it. With the denial and war and wedding and running away... But I don't like Hydra."

"When James gets you clothes, take a warm bath and you can think about that, yeah? No hurries."

"Thank you... I-" He bit his lip. Forbidden words, these were. "I love you."

"I love you too." The comfortable and intimate hug was interrupted by the sound of stair steps.

"Oh- sorry uh... I have clothes for you. They'll probably be too big on you, I did try to find things that don't really fit me anymore. I left them on your bed. We'll probably go shopping tomorrow."

"Thanks. Sorry for coming uninvited..."

"Well, we did invite you a few years ago. It's not like it had an expiration date so technically you're not uninvited."

"Thanks Potter."

"You can call me James. What should I call you?" Baby Black was still uncomfortable in this strange house so his brother jumped in.

"He's still deciding." James nodded.

"Alright, let me know when you do." Sensing they wanted privacy, Prongs went back upstairs, figuring Padfoot would show the house around.

"Shower?"

After being shown his new bedroom and how the bathtub worked, he took a much needed long bath. He tried focusing on his breathing, going underwater sometimes. After getting dry and clothed (he looked somewhat... muggle), he stared at the mirror.

"I really do need a haircut..." An unknown voice was heard from downstairs. A woman. Probably Mrs. Potter. He carefully went to the living room, where the three of them sat.

"Oh, hello! I'm Euphemia. You can call me Effie." He smiled politely and nodded. "My husband Fleamont should be here in an hour. Don't be afraid to ask us for anything, alright? This is your home now."

"Thank you, Euphemia. I really appreciate you letting me stay."

"Of course. Sirius is family so by extension, you are too. Are you hungry, dear?"

"A little..." Effie got on her feet and walked to the kitchen.

"Any food allergies? Things you don't like to eat?" She shouted from the kitchen, sounds of cupboards being opened.

"He's allergic to peanuts!" The youngest looked at Sirius, wide eyed. It wouldn't take Effie long to realise he was a female.

"What? Oh, we told her. She's cool with these things. Said she knew already when I told her Remus and I started dating.

"Are you, still?"

"Yup! He likes books a lot too, you know? Reads everything. You got that in common. Do you still play chess?" He hummed in affirmation and his brother kept talking (like the mouthful he always was, idiot). "Pete is amazing at chess. Bloody brilliant. Moony is good too but no one beats Pettigrew."

"Moony?"

"Oh! Yeah, that's Remus's nickname. We all have one. I'm Padfoot, James is Prongs, Remus is Moony and Peter is Wormtail."

"Why?" Those were quite strange, especially if the person didn't know the context.

"Oh uh..." Sirius and James exchanged glances.

"It's based on our patronuses." Potter spoke first. The pause was a bit suspicious but he couldn't afford to care. Miss Potter came back from the kitchen with a plate of cookies.

"Do you like cinnamon, dear?"

"I love it!"

"Here, have some cookies. I will prepare dinner in a few minutes so that it's ready by the time Monty gets home. Do you like spices? I use them a lot in my culinary. But I can make something softer for you."

"It's okay, I'll try. These cookies are really good!"

"Thank you! James and I made them."

A while later, Mr. Potter got home, introducing himself as Fleamont "but you can call me Monty". They were a lovely couple. Actually looked like they were in love, nothing like his and Sirius's parents.

At the table they had a completely different dynamic from the Blacks. They chatted cheerfully, laughed, joked, rested their elbows on the table... They would be seen as improper, indecent, and bad-mannered. But they were just happier. It was most noticible in Sirius, the only one Black had a reference to. He looked so much healthier there. All the resentment he had for his older brother for running away vanished. He had made the right choice.

"How do you find the food, sweetheart?" He was having a bit of a hard time, not used to this kind of flavours.

"Mhm, it's good."

"No need to lie, it's okay you don't like it. I made some plain rice and chicken without the sauce."

"Sorry, I don't want to be an inconvenience. I can eat it, I'm just not used to it." She got up and took his plate.

"Nonsense. I don't want you getting sick. I'll be right back with your food."

"Thank you..." She was absolutely lovely. A late mother, by her looks. Both of James's parents looked older than most. But they weren't by any means ugly. Neither was their son. The Potters had good genes, apparently.

When they were all nearly done with their dinner, the new house member made an announcement.

"Uhm... I think I've chosen what name I want to use." He had everyone's full attention. Felt pressured but pushed it down. "I'm thinking of Regulus."

"I like it." Monty agreed, tone casual.

"Me too." James smiled encouragingly. Regulus understood now why his brother liked him so much.

"Regulus, okay. What nicknames can I make out of it?" He rolled his eyes. Sirius couldn't be stopped. "Regul... no. Reg, yeah that's a good one. Reggie... Reggie!"

"Sure."

"Is it a star?" Effie's dark eyes were so warm. Opposite to Walburga's piercing cold gaze.

"Yes, from the Leo Constellation."

"Very well. Welcome home, Regulus."

#Hydra is the perfect deadname for trans Regulus #It's a constellation #And it means SEA SERPENT #Slytherin AND water?? From when he drowns?? #Perfection #trans regulus black #trans regulus #regulus black #sirius and regulus #the black brothers #euphemia potter #effie potter #monty potter #james fleamont potter #fleamont potter #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter

[spanishskulduggery]

learned the word "porfa" on spanishdict today and i read its just a shorter version of "por favor"

in your experience, do you see it used often?

and if so like, are there any more notable words that native spanish speakers say differently than ppl who are learning?

like sometimes i listen to ppl learning english, and they're good and also really formal and stuff but like, a native english speaker has less formal way of saying it?

if this makes sense

Yes, porfa is used somewhat frequently as very informal "please" and it's especially used online as a kind of endearing "pretty please". It's not appropriate for anything formal, but in everyday Spanish porfa can be used if you're trying to be a bit cutesy or have fun

Also por is often shortened to po and para is often shortened to pa. So you might see pa ti "for you" instead of para ti. One joke is like pa él y paella "for him and for her" but with pa ella "for her" looking like the word paella

Other expressions I've seen that you can adopt:

holi / holis / holitas = hola = hi [slang] aló = hello [from "hello", kind of slang but sometimes German-ish] chao / chau = ciao / bye [informal and fairly common] bye / bai bai = bye [adapted from English, informal] Nos vemos. = See you later. [lit. "we will see each other"; standard Spanish] ¿Ontas? = ¿Dónde estás? [though ontas is sometimes used as like... idk a fuckboy kinda thing like "where you at" or "you up?" like someone messaging you for sex/attention might say that; definitely slang but makes sense when you hear it] ¿Qué tal? = How are you? / What's up? [standard Spanish] ¿Qué hay (de nuevo)? = What's new? [standard Spanish] ¿Qué onda? = What's up? [informal, I think understood in most places but to me I associate it with Mexico because of that song] ¿Cómo va? / ¿Cómo te va? = How's it going? / How's it going for you? [standard Spanish; but you can hear it in the song Oye cómo va] ¡Buenas! = Hey! / Hi! [this is because of the expressions buen día "good day", buenos días "good day/hello", buenas tardes "good evening", and buenas noches "good night" all using bueno/a... Essentially ¡buenas! is a just all around "hello"... one of the youtubers I follow frequently starts his videos with muy buenas a todos which is like "hey everyone"; I feel like it's informal and a bit slang, but also widely recognized and understood]

I personally if I'm being cutesy and saying "hello", I will say things like holanda instead of hola [please also note: holanda means "Holland" OR it can be "fine linen" or "doilies"]

I've also been known to say ola "wave", olla "pot", holá which is just hola with added whimsy etc etc

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In texting you see even more slang, like xk meaning porque "because" or sometimes x k? / xk? as por qué "why?"

This is because por is also the word used for multiplication (x), so tres por tres is "three times three" or "three multiplied by three", shortened in math as 3 x 3

And if you want to be cutesy - like almost obnoxious - and say adiosito that's something like "toodle-oo"; it's just a little adiós

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Some additional regional things I know: ¿Qué lo que? "What's up?" which is Dominican and I think is sometimes used in the Caribbean.

And also ¿Quiubo? for "What's up?" or "How's it going?" which is more Central American.

...

I would also add ajá for "uh-huh", na for "nah" or ni modo or qué va "no way", sip for "yup", lo que sea "whatever", ay which is just a general "oof" or "yikes" or "ow" or "oh wow" like a general negative surprise word, and eh being "hey" as both a greeting and interjection

And every so often my friend from Puerto Rico will use jamón instead of jamás to be "never ever", like "that's a definite no" or "never gonna happen" - it's sort of a bigger jamás but if you didn't know the context you'd think it was "ham"

You will also sometimes see pos used instead of pues so it could be "well/then"

In Chile po is used a lot, kind of like an affirmative but used so often it's kind of like staying "of course"

And I don't know if this is used widely but clarostá is sometimes used as "of course", but it can be understood to be a more rural or country bumpkin kind of way of speaking...

The more fluent you are, the more your words will blend together so you'll end up with clarostá or claro está, or tol día for todo el día "all day", pa na for para nada, and that's actually how you get ontas from dónde estás

There are definitely bound to be others so if anyone else has any fun common slang greetings/goodbyes please let me know!

#asks #long post #followers? #langblr #Spanish

[sunny-speaks]

Hello ! I've read your fanfiction about a 14dwy academical rivals to lovers AU. I loved it... and know I'm obssessed. Could you please give us more headcanons ?

Academic Rivals! [REDACTED] x Reader Headcanons

Ahhh! This is my first ask and I am more than glad to answer! I am so sorry I took so long responding,,, but I do hope you enjoy!

Characters: [REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

(also to @14dayswithyou you can make as many additions as you want to this au, anyone can! a tag or two would be cool,,, but I don't mind not being tagged! i just can't believe i'm the first to write academic rivals-- but ill gladly claim the au!!)

So… [REDACTED], huh? Out of all the people at your post-secondary education institute, you chose the asshat fuckboi?

…Not a bad choice.

What, you falling for him because despite that hugeass brain (and his even bigger dick), he doesn’t make you feel like you’re dumb or inferior to him?

What, you like the fact that he treats you with borderline reverence on the inside yet willingly chooses to joke around and banter with you because it’s attention nonetheless?

What, you like the fact that he’s crazy dedicated to you and would never cheat (unlike a certain *cough* Teodore *cough*) on you?

What, you falling for him because deep down he is crazy, down bad for you and just wants you to want him as much as he wants you?

Well, you’re in for a ride if you even muttered a ‘...sure’ to any of those questions, because boy… does [REDACTED] deliver.

So maybe you say you hate him, but do you really?

Would your gaze drop from his eyes to other places on him and back up to him if you detested him as much as you say?

Would you continue bantering and teasing him like you do if you really wished he were dead?

Mmm, nah. He didn’t think so.

He knows you well enough to know you don’t actually hate him. You just rather think you hate him.

Oh, you loved the tension that came with rivalry, didn’t you?

Don’t worry, as long as you did, he did too. &lt;3

He may have gone to therapy for some of his family issues or deep rooted self-esteem issues, but that won’t change anything in the way he loves you.

He loves you sooo much, and he knows how smart you are as a person and believes in you so much… But he can’t help but worry!

He promised he’d leave his life of lies behind… but until you’re safe, he can’t stop what he’s started…

So, yes. He will ‘obsessively’ love you. But it would be less… ‘secretly following you in real life’ and more ‘just checking through the cameras.’

Something that hopefully you wouldn’t be aware of any time soon.

After all, you had a real communicative relationship with him now!

Why would he jeopardize that?

Better yet, if you ever feel unsafe from other stalkers, you could always stop by his place. He’s probably stronger than you if you want someone intimidating around to scare off the creeps!

“Hey, [REDACTED]?” You hesitantly asked, god, this was embarrassing… But he was the only person that you could go to that would hopefully not ask too many questions about your request.

You hated his guts, but at the end of the day, if you had to admit it (to yourself, never to him, God forbid), [REDACTED] was a dependable guy. And he seemed to respect you at times…

So that meant he was one of the people you trusted.

“Yeah, angel? Do you want some help with tutoring? Y’know, cause I’m sooo smart?” He made some offhanded comments with a snarky tone as he gathered his items into his bag before seeing you were serious. His grin fell. “Ah, sorry. …What is it?”

“Well- Uh— I-” You stammered, regret flashing through your face. Did you really have to ask him…?

No.

It was a problem, hopefully they’d help you out.

No matter how rude or condescending he acted, [REDACTED] was a good person nonetheless. He does realize that there are days you’re not up to bantering with him and leaves you alone… And days where he makes sure you’re not sick under the guise of it not being a fair fight.

Well, they wouldn’t like all this hesitation…

Better to be blunt about it. “I think I have a stalker.”

His face immediately fell to concern, “Shit. You’re sure?” He quickly shoved everything into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder as you gave him a brusque nod. He hesitantly hovered his hand over your shoulder, giving you a worried look, “That must be horrifying.”

[REDACTED]’s lip furled into a disgusted frown just thinking about the assholes out there who had even dared to scare you a bit. It was none of their goddamn business to stare, even breathe the same air, as his angel.

The fact that they had the gall to follow you around? Atrocious.

You let out a stuttered breath, body tensing at the adjective he had used. It was horrifying. You didn’t know where this stalker had come from… All you had known was that there was supposedly a creep on the loose and you didn’t need any sort of pervert interested in you… “I d-don’t need your concern, dumbass.” You gave him a quick, approving tilt of your head, letting him rest his hand on your shoulder, contrary to what you had huffed under your breath.

Something about the warmth of someone else grounded you, tethered you back to the world. It was a lot nicer than that paranoid feeling you’d been carrying with you lately. You hadn’t seen anyone you were close to, not wanting to bother them…

But with [REDACTED], it just felt… easier? You weren’t quite sure.

“I was just… y’know wondering if you might… wanna have me over for a couple days?” You awkwardly chuckled, maybe this was too much to ask of him… How could you phrase this so you didn’t seem too vulnerable…? Especially in front of your jerk rival. “I know you might not handle my presence with you for so long, you might even combust from being so close to me… My apartment just doesn’t feel… too safe right now.”

His face immediately softened, eyebrows unfurling from worry to concern and comforting features made their way to his face. He gave you a small smile, “Angel, you can drop by anytime you want. I don’t have experience with…creeps like that.” His mouth curled into a snarl, but immediately was washed over with a kind smile, “But if you feel more secure with someone like me around, then I’m more than glad too.” He paused, a smirk making its way to his face, “But I hope you aren’t doing this to scope out your competition. Wouldn’t be trying to find a flaw of mine, now are ya?”

Your body relaxed, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Before you heard his last quip at least.

You let out an annoyed and flabbergasted noise at his quip before rolling your eyes, “Oh? You’d be so flattered, wouldn’t you, [REDACTED]? I don’t even need to scope you out to beat you…!” You stopped before sighing, “But… Thanks for letting me stay at your place, I guess. I’ll need to pick up some of my shit at home before we go, that alright with you… 2nd place?” You jeered at the insult. After all, what were the two of you if not competitors for the highest mark in the class?

Friends? You scoffed at the notion fondly, if he were to ask, you wouldn’t say no.

But that was for you to know, and for him to never discover.

He softly smiled to himself, more than glad to see you back to your nature before looking down at you than winking, “Won’t be 2nd for too long, angel.”

You stared at him, beckoning him with you on your way out of the class, “Gonna walk me to the car? Can’t hurt to have people gape out my intellect without you there to rub it in. We both know I’m better anyway.”

He let out a series of breathless chuckles, “That’s my considerate rival now, always putting my needs above yours… I’m honored.”

“Good. C’mon now, [REDACTED].”

The two of you end up teasing each other, hurling insults, bickering and a bit of everything in almost every conversation.

It’s in your nature to be naturally competitive for some reason.

Maybe [REDACTED] just enjoys seeing how frustrated or worked up you get… It is kind of adorable.

The same goes for him too though…

You roll your eyes at him, a small scoff making it through your voice, “You beat me once. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He gave you a taunting grin, his eyes squinted, light blue twinkling with mischief. “Why? Are you jealous, angel?”

“What-” You made a sound of disbelief. He was acting like a child! “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, idiot! So you beat me by a couple points-”

“And you flaunt it when you beat me by even less…” He mumbled loud enough to himself that you could barely pick up on it.

“Hey! It’s different and you know it!” You huffed at him, “Whatever. Just… stop grinning like that, you look stupid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, a triumphant, lazy grin splayed on his features, “Make me.”

Your eye twitched at his threat. Ohhh, that punk did not just― You flexed your fingers as if that would calm you.

Of course, he had to beat you by a couple of points this one time… It was such a dumb project! You hissed at him under your breath, seeing that stupidly cocky grin on his face.

Why’d you have that dumb main character with little to no trauma, while he got the side character that hides all their insecurities but ends up projecting onto their kids?!

Unfair. That teacher was totally biased.

Giving [REDACTED] more work to analyze… making his grade go up from the research… Hrrr, so biased. So unfair.

He gave you a slitted-eye smile as if to mock your frustration. You grumbled in envy before glaring at him. You grab him by the collar, tough enough to pull him towards you but gentle enough for him to break out by choice, “You wish. What’s it take to shut that stupidly pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

Your eyes flickered between his widened, shocked blue eyes to those soft, kissable lips of his.

You did not like where this was going…

Or maybe you did.

You weren’t too sure, emotions get muddled easily… Love and hate have a fine line after all.

…So do fear and arou-

Nope! 

No way!

Those are not very ‘pure’ thoughts!

You pulled him closer to you by his shirt collar and tilted your head, “Maybe a kiss from a resident angel?” You practically snorted at the remark of that condescending nickname he used for you.

[REDACTED] stared at you, too stunned to speak as you huffed with pride, quickly letting go. You smirked, turning around after winking at him, shit-faced grin all on display, “Clearly, that worked.”

With no one in the class anymore, [REDACTED] was left by himself. Their jaw went slack for a bit before mumbling into his hand as you were far away, furious blush spreading through their cheeks.

“…Was that a promise?”

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Whumpee groaned when someone who wasn't Caretaker entered their room with a guard.

"Hey I'm Cass", the person spoke with a high pitched voice.

Whumpee frowned, "where's Caretaker?"

"Uh, Caretaker got extremely sick last night, so he is going to be out for a day or two", the guard sighed, "Cass here pulled the short straw, so your stuck with 'em till Caretaker is okay."

Cass looked at the guard with a frown.

Whumpee grinned.

"I won't lie. I was a little nervous when they asked me to take care of one of the human weapons", Cass made an awkward grin and rubbed the back of their head, "I was interested in your cases, but uh, I'm still a junior here so I'm learning. I hope one day I'll be able to help fully in the Special Containment Unit."

Whumpee looked at the clock in their room, "so what exactly is going on right now? I'm not due for anything yet."

"Nothing, we just wanted to introduce you to Cass before they attempt to feed you", the guard looked around the room, "a new experience that you can prepare yourself for, as Caretaker explained to me."

Whumpee looked at Cass, "do you plan on strapping me into a chair to feed me? If you are just don't bother, I'm not getting into one of those stupid wheelchairs without Caretaker."

"No, no. I wasn't planning that at all. Caretaker has texted me exactly what to do, everything you like and don't like", Cass smiled, "I will try my best. Starting with these", Cass pulled out a pack of cookies.

You could see how shaky Cass' hand was as they tried to hand over the cookies.

"You are terrified of me", Whumpee frowned, "how are you going to do this if you are that scared?"

"Honestly I have no idea", Cass admitted, "Caretaker just said to plan extra time for you, so it can be done on your time."

Whumpee's eyes lit up as Caretaker's most comforting line was said.

"Okay", Whumpee nodded.

"Just like that?", Cass gasped, "Caretaker said to say that line. I thought it was weird."

The guard smiled at Whumpee knowing what that line was to Whumpee.

"Caretaker and Whumpee have a close bond, that line just told them that Caretaker was working in this. It's a comfort thing for them", the guard looked at Cass, "the guards will also be monitoring through the cameras, if we are needed we'll come."

"You won't be in here with me?", Cass looked at the guard quickly.

"Nope, if you want to be part of this unit, you're going to have to get over some fears", the guard turned to leave, "Whumpee is a good start, and you'll be able to shadow Caretaker and the other two caregivers."

Cass went to follow them out.

"Where are you going?", the guard stopped.

"I was following you", Cass gulped.

"You just gave Whumpee cookies you have to stay in here while they eat", the guard grinned, "I have other things to do."

"Really?", Cass's shoulders dropped as they both eyed Whumpee, who was munching on the cookies.

"No I'm just messing with you", the guard laughed, "yes, you do need to learn to do this on your own though."

Whumpee sat up when their buzzer went off and Cass came in.

"Your meal is served, Caretaker says he normally sets it here and sits off to the side. He let's you do as you please with it", Cass sat down, "um am I forgetting anything?"

The Director and Andy watched from the monitor room while Whumpee and Cass interacted.

"Cass seems to be doing pretty well", the Director smiled, "they may be a good addition to the unit, which is good because we need more people in this unit."

"Do you think this unit will be long term?", Andy watched the monitors.

"It's here to stay, though the three have improved quite well, they are too dangerous to be released", the Director sighed, "each holding facility is working to build their units, so I have to do the same."

"I heard they'll be shadowing us for a while, but what are your plans for them?", Andy smiled at Whumpee patiently listening to Cass talk.

"For right now to help out where needed, if we do have another weapon transfer in to our care they may get that one", the Director smiled, "I thought this would be a good spot to start, Whumpee is normally fine with us testing things with them so I knew Cass would be safe. Whumpee seems to like them."

"I have to agree", Andy felt their buzzer, "oh geesh, excuse me. Aramais is having an issue with..", Andy squinted, "stomach pains I think, they didn't type it right."

"Good luck", the Director grinned, then went back to watching Whumpee and Cass.

'This is good... I think', the Director thought to himself.

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[skymoral]

🩵UNFORESEEN🩵

- Prologue -

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games)

Relationship: Bi-Han | Sub-Zero/You

Characters:

Liu KangJohnny CageTakahashi KenshiRaiden (Mortal Kombat)Kung LaoReaderOriginal Female Character(s)Original Male Character(s)Kitana (Mortal Kombat)Mileena (Mortal Kombat)Harumi ShiraiGeras (Mortal Kombat)Tanya (Mortal Kombat)Original Female Character(s) of ColorOriginal Male Character(s) of Color

Additional Tags:

Black Character(s)Family FluffFamily FeelsChildhood FriendsFriendshipAngst and Hurt/ComfortBetrayalBroken FamiliesTournamentsFalling In LoveFirst LoveNear DeathRedemptionPeople Change PeopleLin Kuei Clan (Mortal Kombat)Game 12: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023) .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

“OMFG Y/N turn off the damn ALARM ALREADY!” Someone said covering there head with a pillow.

”Ughhh”

you get up with the little energy you have to turn the alarm off the phone. You squint looking at the time on the phone, it shows that it’s 9:20 a.m

You quickly shot up, “FUCK! We’re going to be late for our first lecture. GET YO ASS UP RHONDA!” You quickly got out of bed. Snatching Rhonda’s leg that was exposed from under the cover. Dragging her in the bathroom, which Rhonda left alone being to lazy to fight against it.

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You both rushed out of your dorm room, running through the college to reach to there history class.

They peeked to see if there professor was facing the class, which luckily they weren’t. There back was turned, so you and Rhonda tipped toed inside and quickly head to both your seats, without being detected.

”Nice of ladies to join us today, I hope this doesn’t become a habit.” The professor announced as he was writing on the board.

”Yes Professor Major.” You and Rhonda said in unison.

about 30 min in the class he started going over Egyptian culture and it’s origin. Rhonda was sleep, and you had your headphones in listening to Nicki Minaj's new Pink Friday album. While scrolling through Instagram.

As you were looking at different posts, you had got a text from one of your other friends Tonya

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Tonya: “Hey Juicy Fruit, what you doing? :)”

“Nothing on the phone listening to music, and sitting in a boring ass class, PLEASE save a sister 😩😩”

Tonya: “Oof, damn that’s tough… Welp, I’m glad I ain’t you. Bitches like me need freedom 🤪”

”That’s because niggas like you don’t know how to act right. Probably would’ve not lasted either 😂😂”

Tonya: ”Bitch you ain’t funny 😒”

”I am, anyways will Jamika be at the shop today? I wanted to get some box braids done, I already bought some extensions.”

Tonya: “I do know she works today, I ain’t seen her yet. The shop open tho, and we don’t close until 8pm”

”Okay that’s fine, I’m a head straight there with Rhonda. After our classes, thanks boo😘”

Tonya: ”You welcome Juicy, make sure you study hard now. Don’t want my baby to flunk lol.”

”Girl Bye”

Tonya: “😂😂😂”

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You put your phone down, as you continue to listen to your music and take notes down from the board for you and of course Rhonda.

Knowing she’s going to ask you to do it anyway. The lecture was finally over and you slapped Rhonda awake. 

“Damn you almost knocked my weave off.” Rhonda told you as she was straightening her hair, putting it back in place. You chucked a little as ya’ll head to your next class.

”Then you need a new hairstylist, as in go to a professional and not do it yo damn self.”

”Nah bitch, just keep them motherfuckin hands to YO SELF.”

”Don’t fall asleep and I will.”

”Whatever, uh oh Ex alert.” Rhonda informed you. You looked up from your phone and noticed your ex-boyfriend Oscar.

”Well what a pleasant surprise, you look stunning as always Y/N.”

”Oscar haven’t you heard a song called, to the left to the left.” Rhonda did a little dance and hand gesture to the left, for him to leave.

Oscar rolled his eyes irritated but went back to his fake smile, “Oh Rhonda I didn’t see you down there. The adults are having a conversation.”

Rhonda wanted to back hand him, but you held her hand back. “What do you want Oscar? We’re trying to get to class.”

”I just wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend. I thought you two might get along, Jovanni!” He shouted behind him, she quickly came towards the group. Hugging him then giving him a kiss.

”Jovanni this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jovanni Simpson, Babe you remember when I told you about her.”

You looked at Jovanni, and you had to admit she was a beauty. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin, with a beautiful smile. Tall with an hour glass figure, long black hair and just everything about her was gorgeous.

”Damn girl, yo baby hair is on TEN! WHO does your ha-OW!” You nudged Rhonda’s side.

”I do my own hair I’m a Hairstylist and cosmetologist on the side and studying to be a nurse. I’ll be interning to the university hospital in Miami, this year. One of the biggest hospitals in our state!” Jovanni told them, with a huge grin.

You know she wasn’t trying to piss you off or try to come off that she’s better than you, but you still take it as such.

”W-Well, my girl Y/N is… you know… AN ACTRESS!”

Everyone looked at Rhonda confused, you gave her the angry smile. 

“Really!?” Oscar and Jovanni questioned looking at you. You just smiled at them nervously and embarrassed.

”Yep and she knows JOHNNY CAGE!”

”The JOHNNY CAGE! OMG! I LOVE HIM!” Jovanni bounced.

”Babe she fuckin wit u, she ain’t no actress nor does she know Johnny Cage.”

”Ha! How would you know? Its okay to admit, that I’ve accomplished more than you."

”Stop cappin! Just admit that you ain’t got shit goin for yo ass. I bet you ain’t got no proof.”

”Oh really!? I’ll show yo ass proof!” You snapped back.

”Yeah she gonna be in Johnny’s Cage upcoming, movie the movie he announced he's producing and directing called, ‘Mortal Kombat’. And you both are invited to the premiere when it comes out.”

“Rhonda hun.” You whispered to her, nervously.

”We’ll even take pictures while we’re on set and post it on all her socials.” Rhonda told the two who looked at Oscar irritated and Jovanni excited and shocked.

”Wow! Damn look at the time, we better getting going to class.” You said quickly dragging Rhonda to ya’ll class. You both quickly settled down, you slammed your head on the desk arms folded.

”Ughhhhh… Why can I never have a good morningggg… WHY DID YOU TELL THEM THAT RHONDA! I don’t know that nigga nor am I gonna be in any movie. I’m already irritated he has a hot successful girlfriend in the making… When I have no evidence, I’m a just be embarrassing my black ass for no reason…. I wanna go home…”

”Listen don’t let that clown and his thot get you down. I know what will cheer you up babe.” Rhonda pulled out her phone and put on BTS “Butter”

”Smooth like butter, like a criminal under cover.” Rhonda began singing to your favorite song and moving to the beat in her seat as they wait for the professor. You looked up smirking shaking your head as you knew she wanted you to sing along to the beat. "Gon pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that." You continued, She got up and pulled you up with her. ya'll started dancing, everyone staring at you both, you both sang " Ooh when I look in the mirror I melt your heart into two I got that superstar glow, so  Ooh(do the boogie, like)."

As you both were singing and dancing, there professor came in behind them looking at them. There professor started dancing behind them badly, the whole class started laughing. You and Rhonda danced turning around and completely stopped when you saw the professor. Rhonda turned the music off laughing at the professor, he stopped looking at the girls smiling. "I've been an ARMY sense 2013." You were definitely shocked by that news, "Well I guess were both apart of the ARMY." you laughed, you did feel a bit better, he had everyone settle down for the class to begin.

It was now 12:00pm ya'll only had two classes for that day, and luckily you didn't have to work at the movie store in the mall today. Like you said earlier to Tonya, ya'll was headed to the shop to get your hair done. You were thinking you and Rhonda could go out for some drinks.

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Ya'll made it to the shop and you greeted the ladies, "HEYYYYYYY!" The four of ya'll say in unison. You were friends with the girls at the salon for a month, but it's like ya'll knew each other forever. You meet them at a club Rhonda took you to, after Oscar cheated on you and you were balling your eyes out to her. So she wanted to do something to get your mind off it, so dressed up really cute but still depressed.

Jamika had complemented you on your outfit when you were at the bar, she came in with Tonya and another girl named Ashanti. You started crying again after saying thank you, and they wanted to know what was wrong. Rhonda gave them the rundown and Ashanti related with your pain, they tried comforting you and everything went well from there and ya'll became friends.

"So how long are we talking babe?" Jamika took you to her chair.

"45 inch and can it be curly at the ends, you know wavy and shit. You know what I mean, I already know it's going to be cute." You sat down giving her the hair. You already took out the old hair with Rhonda's hair.

"I got you babe." Jamika replied, getting ready to feel with what she's working with.

Rhonda sat in one of the open chairs next to you, "Ya'll ain't gonna believe what just happened on campus, I wanted to beat that boys ass so badly!"

Rhonda was telling everyone what happened, which you felt slightly embarrassed, because you didn't want everyone in your business. She even told them about the part of knowing Johnny and now she has to show proof and stuff, "I dug a hole for myself with that one." You said as Jamika was washing your hair. Jamika and the other workers looking at each other, "Is something wrong?" You questioned.

"No it's just that, We a-"

Jamika was cut off as Ashanti entered, "OMG! I'm so sorry I'm late. There was traffic and shit happened at the apartment, al-"

"Mhmm, set up please." Jamika chuckled, she put you under the hair dryer after adding conditioner.

"Hey Ashanti I think ya girl Y/N need to talk to you about something." Tonya shouted to her. "Sure! Wassup girly?"

Tonya pulled her to her whispering in her ears, Ashanti nodding understanding. Ashanti came and sat next to you after setting up her spot, waiting on a client. "So I heard the run down from Tonya, I can help you meet Johnny." She smiled, you looked her confused, "How? You know Johnny?"

As you were getting your hair done, Ashanti told you of how she met Johnny and how they became friends, as well as a date she had a couple weeks ago with one of Johnny's friends. You were so amazed and shocked that you knew them for a month and they never told you this. They didn't think it was there place to say anything and didn't know if they should, plus you were busy with school. You couldn't believe that Mortal Kombat mumbo jumbo was real.

"Johnny told me there having a big get together in a place called outworld next weekend. He invited me, I can ask to see if I can bring any plus ones." Ashanti smiled at you, you wanted to spring into a hug so badly. But remembered who chair you were in, you gave many thank you's.

"I'm up for meeting some cute sexy men." Rhonda said laughing with Tonya.

"You got a cute sexy nigga right in front of you baby." Malcolm blew a kiss and winked at Rhonda. Who only rolled her eyes laughing at him

"So my cousin told me about this bomb ass club down in chinatown. She said is fire, so are you ladies up for a little fun in China tonight after we get off! Malcolm you closing today." Jamika told the girls, Malcolm nodded.

"Girls Night! It's been a minute sense we last had some good fun... Now the question stands... Who paying?"

"NOT IT!" Jamika, Rhonda, Ashanti, and You said in unison quickly. Leaving Tonya to take the bill.

Tonya shaking her head working on a clients hair, "You hoes get on my nerves."

"Tonya make sure to bring me something back, when ya'll done, you know what I like." Fredrick asked her, she nodded.

"I gotchu big poppa."

You were excited, I think you need to let loose again and have some fun with the squad. You definitely gonna snatch a few eyes in the club.

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You wore a cute short black dress, stopping at you're thighs. Strapless just enough to show off your ladies, making them more define. Makeup on hair in a up due and 6 in heels.

Rhonda looked just as cute with her tight leggings and tight crop tight with big poofy sleeves. She had a green and gold look going, You were black and gold of course. The classic style, you were very simple but cute.

Jamika volunteered to drive all of you to the place, she picked you and Rhonda up at 8:30. She was supposed to be there around 8 but Tonya wasn't ready and still getting dressed. "Ya'll already know black people don't never know how to be on time for shit." Jamika said taking a smoke from her blunt before driving off. If ya'll wanted to have fun, ya'll first was going to get high for it.

Ya'll made it to the place, and you had to admit it was poppin. The music was on point and everyone seem to be having fun. You just hope the drinks ain't shit that is your best friend in any place, and you headed straight there. There girls followed you and everyone grabbed a shot of vodka.

"TO GIRLS NIGHT!" Jamika shouted, you and the ladies toasted to that. The burning feeling in your throat felt amazing, you're hoping to find someone nice while here if possible. Some of you took more shots, you having the most. Ashanti already told you and the ladies she'll try to be the most sober one, so everyone else can have fun and be white girl wasted.

Your song came on and you and the girls was dancing to the music, you were having fun as you were lost in the music. Then you accidentally bumped into someone, "Ooh sorry, got to into the music." you apologized, your were a bit tipsy and high but you could've sworn they said something in a different language.

He turned back to you as he was done saying something to his friends, "It's alright, I hope you are enjoying your time um..."

"Y/N! The name's Y/N." You said that louder than you wanted to as the music calmed down, he had an Asian accent and the cutest smile when you told him your name.

"I was going to get some fresh air from the crowd, would you like to accompany me?" He gave you another sweet smile, all you did was nodded slowly. The liquor kicking in stronger, he held out his hand for you to grab and you took it without hesitation.

You don't know why you weren't more caution about following a stranger, but he didn't seem like a bad guy to you and maybe it could lead to something fun.

As you made it outside, the cool breeze felt nice. He took you to the side of the building, he pulled you close to him. Kissing you hard, your eyes bulged out as you tried to push him off you but then you felt something go in the side of your neck. He finally pulled away, you were becoming dizzy. Before completely blacking out, you should've known better than to go with some weird ass man.

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You were slowly regaining consciousness, you had a massive headache. Hangovers are not your thing, as you moved you felt that you were tied up. You moved harder and when your vision cleared you see a bunch of other girls tied up.

You sat up looking around, you were in a car. Your mind immediately ran 80 miles per minute, you didn't know what was going. "W-W-Where am I? W-What's happening." You asked one of the women in the cart with you.

"We're being sold to the Red Dragon Clan, to be a concubine to the head of the Red Dragon." One woman answered you.

You were in the midst of human trafficking and being sold to see random bastard as his personal whore. FUCK THAT!

”We need to get out of here!” You slowly stood up, not trying to make your headache worse.

”And do what, there is no way for us to get out. The door is locked, nothing is in here and they have the keys. So you might as well make yourself comfortable little girl.” One woman looked at you irritated, you can tell she was was trying to make the situation worse.

”I’m sorry, If I don’t want to be sold to someone that wants to SCREW ME TILL I PASS THE FUCK OUT! LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL! If you aren’t going to give any ideas then please SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

All the girls in there looked at you with wide eyes, not saying anything behind that.

You had to calm down now, you looked around. You could tell the cart is wobbly, one thing she was right. There isn’t anything they can use to get out, except maybe… You looked towards the door, it looked weak and worn out. There was 10 girls in here including you. Only 4 big women, so only one option. You’re praying it works but it’s the only option, and you need to be quick.

”Okay! If you want to get out of here, you have to help me. This cart is not stable and the door looks worn out, if we all slam our weight on that door. Maybe… Just maybe it’ll break and we can get out of here.”

”While there in the middle of the road?” One girl said.

”It‘ll draw more attention if it’s in open place. They wouldn’t be able to risk being in the public eye.” You answered the quiet talking girl.

”And if it fails?” The agitated woman from before asked you.

You sighed, “Then we can have fun getting fucked to death. But if you’re only going to say negative shit, stay your ass over there. Those that want to at least try, stand up.”

They all looked at each other, you were happy to see all of them stand up. You had the biggest and thickest ones up front. Everyone in formation, “Ready… 1… 2… 3!” You yelled.

All the girls slammed on the door having there arms tied they slammed and put all there weight on the one side. Which made a loud sound, and the cart slightly leaned. The door bent a little.

The ladies could hear them talking, so you all didn’t waste no time doing it again. As it was working, and you all did it one last time. The door finally breaking open and all the girls rolled out, cart swinger hard to the right. Making the car lean with it and flip on its side.

You looked around, and noticed you were definitely far from home. You don’t know how long you were knocked out, but you prayed your friends knew you were missing and called for help. If help knew where this was. It didn’t seem like a place with not really anyone around to help you out here.

The men were getting up trying to get out the car. “RUN AND SCATTER!” You yelled to all the girls. You didn’t have to tell them twice.

You ran kicking off your heels, you dipped out as fast as your little feet could run. You heard the men not far from you, you continued to find somewhere to hide, as you were yelling for help. You don’t know why you’re not running towards a city but a forest. You looked behind you as you couldn’t see or hear the men following you.

You slowed down to catch your breath, as you doubled checked behind you. You bumped into someone, quickly turning around and gripped your throat. He looked as though he was dressed in Ninja attire Red and Black.

You were trying to break free as you were losing oxygen. “You’re the reason our pets got away. The master will not be pleased.”

”P-P-Plea… P-Please…” You tried to speak will trying to catch your breath. Tears coming out of your eyes, as your grip became weak.

”As punishment you will die.” He told you, and you couldn’t believe it was going to end like this… You wondered why this was happening to you. You didn’t believe you were a horrible person, but horrible things usually happens.

”I don’t want to die.” You squeaked out what you believed your last words would be.

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A/N: Sorry Bi-Han isn’t in the Prologue :) but he may show up in the next

I hope you ladies like it, I worked a hot minute on it and will be combining the other stories and adding ya’ll friends from the other stories💅🏾

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 32: In Which The Tower Begins to Lean

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"And uh, we have your daughters, Lady Dimitrescu."

"You - what?"

"We have your daughters, but they're unharmed."

Alcina was completely dumbstruck by the words spoken just now, unsure if she heard any of that correctly. 

Anjelica, a lieutenant under Dmitri's command had been the first to call at this ungodly hour to report another collapse in what had now been discovered as a whole new tunnel system under the already compromised cave.

"I-I'm sorry, what do you mean you have my daughters?"

"They were assisting in the exploration, as you'd sent them to do, my lady? They were the first to find the system - "

Blood boiling was a low, minimal, grossly understated, description of the fury Alcina was currently experiencing.

It'd been only two goddamn days since she'd spoken with Dmitri. How had they slipped their way under her nose and escaped to the camp? How had they known about the tunnel to begin with? How had she been so blind as to not notice the absence of her girls? How had she, a mother, been so irresponsible?

"THEY WHAT?!" she screamed, interrupting the explanation coming in from the other line.

Donna and Karl felt the undeniable shards of ice shoot from Alcina's energy field, her shriek a nerve pinching addition.

Donna was mortified the girls were there and had been caught up in this, a thousand and one thoughts of the situation crashing around in her skull, though simultaneously relieved beyond measure they were unscathed.

Karl was doing everything he could to contain the chaotic mix of anger and guilt that was bubbling grotesquely from his gut.

Hey eyes began to fill with blackness, her rage transforming her into the monster no one wanted to meet as she spiraled at the news.

Like a bomb hissing the hint at its explosion, Alcina's voice dropped to an eerie hush, "keep my daughters in your sights. Do not let them go anywhere. I will be there by the end of the day."

Anjelica was unable to respond as she slammed the receiver down with such a clang Donna and Karl jumped. Her nails began digging caverns into the wood of her desk as she fumed to the brink of implode.

"Tell my team they better be hot on my trail to the old tunnels because I am leaving now!" she barked, ripping herself from the cat-like, hunched stance over the phone.

She was gone in a flash.

"Karl!" Donna blurted at the man already dashing after her.

"Don't worry, I got it, I got it!"

Luckily for Karl, Alcina's perfume allowed him to follow her flitting through the vastness of the city, she was faster than lycans by a landslide but he finally caught up to her as she was headed for her exit.

"Alcina!" he called, "Alcina! ALCINA - WOULD YOU FUCKING WAIT?!"

Turning a sharp corner he about ran face first into her chest, "holy fuck!" he cursed, forcing his course change and slamming into the neighboring wall.

"WHAT?!"

"Listen!" he bit back, "I've got a very nice gift for you before you depart that I really feel like you NEED on this particular little venture, so would you chill your shit for JUST A SECOND?"

The black orbs that had encapsulated her eye sockets began to slowly sift away the darkness, her clenched fists relaxed slightly and her breathing mellowed to a point her lips were no longer screwed into a tight grimace.

"Yes?" she replied with a very prominent bite, annoyed at being stopped in the first place.

Karl huffed, "I uh, I made you a new suit. Will you please come with me back to my shop so you can change into it?"

Dropping the last of her guard at the very rare sincerity in his voice, Alcina released the tension in her shoulders, "oh."

The new suit Karl had crafted for her was impeccable. It fit very similarly to the last one but the blackness of the material was unlike anything she'd seen before. It was as ebony and absent of light as a void in space. However, the feel was soft and malleable, it moved well, and it was comfortable beyond measure. As she ran her glassine nails down the fabric on her arm, testing its resiliency, she noted how the material moved similarly to chainmail.

"I know it feels light and basically shreddable, ya know like some catsuit knock off from a shitty Batman movie, but I promise this is... dragon scales tier."

He was so eloquent.

Alcina threw her gaze to him as he scratched his head unceremoniously with his ragged hat, "it looks nothing like that. This is a beautiful piece of work... thank you. I assume you won't tell me what it's made of?"

"Nope! That shit stays in my brain."

"A scary place, I'm sure."

"You know it. Now come on, quit oogling my goods and get your ass moving."

A sharp eyeroll later Alcina was headed to the door.

"Be careful, ferocious predator."

All he received was a limp-wristed wave with her back turned as she ducked though the doorway.

~

Alcina arrived right on time as she had announced. The sun had set not seconds ago and she was now in the warehouse with Dmitri, her girls, and a few soldiers.

The warehouse was not soundproof and the vampires were struggling to ignore the chastising from the Matriarch behind a closed door. Gerard, Mateo, and Elina arrived just in time for the worst of it.

"How could you?!" she scolded, pacing back and forth in the stark, ugly, bleak bunk room at the very back, "how could you all do something like this behind my back?! And how dare you all LIE that I sent you to do this! You could have been killed! What were you thinking?!"

"Mama, please!" Daniella tried, "there's more to it than just - "

"I don't want to hear a word of it! I don't care your reasonings - this is easily the most irresponsible thing you all have ever done."

Cassandra huffed, brushing off some left over dust and rubble, "Mamă, dacă nu eram noi nu ar fi știut niciodată că există un întreg sistem de tuneluri! NOI, noi, l-am găsit!" (Mother, if it weren't for us they never would have known there was a whole tunnel system! WE, us, we found it!)

Alcina's eyes grew dangerously deep as she peered at her middle daughter, her nostrils flaring as she debated how much she could hold back; "Cu toții știați clar despre peșteră când ați ajuns aici și tot ați decis să faceți asta? A meritat gloria? Nu știu a cui idee a fost și nu-mi pasă că a fost o prostie și egoistă! Idiot!" (You all clearly knew about the danger when you got here, and still you decided to do this? Was the glory worth it? I don't know whose idea it was and I don't care, it was foolish and selfish! Idiotic!)

"Egoist? Egoist?" Cassandra tested. (Selfish? Selfish?)

Bela sat upright quickly, "Cass, nu" (Cass, don't.)

"Vrei să discutăm despre egoism?" (You want to discuss selfish?)

"Cass!" Bela hissed.

"Da mamă, hai să vorbim despre asta, ai ști multe despre asta, nu-i așa." (Yes mother, let's talk about it, you would know a lot about it wouldn't you.) 

"Cassandra Dimitrescu - " Alcina warned fiercely, but the strong willed, bull-headed daughter that was so much like her butted right back in.

"E egoist din partea ta să ne ții în întuneric! Este egoist din partea ta să ne tratezi ca pe niște copii - este egoist din partea ta să ne ignori și să te prefaci că nu vedem, auzim sau știm lucruri! Este egoist din partea ta să ne ții lucruri pe care le putem ajuta și de care ar trebui să fim conștienți! Suntem luptători! Așa cum ne-ați antrenat să fim! Nu ne mai tratați ca niște figurine de sticlă care se vor sparge dacă suntem scăpați!" (It is selfish of you to keep us in the dark! It is selfish of you to treat us like children - it is selfish of you to ignore us and pretend like we don't see or hear or know things! It is selfish of you to keep things from us that we can help with and should be aware of! We are fighters! Just like you trained us to be! Stop treating us like glass figurines that will shatter if we're dropped!)

Her voice reached the pitch Alcina's had taken not moments before and she rose from the bench she was sitting on, angry and waving her arm at her sisters, her eyes never leaving her mothers.

"Dacă nu ai fi atât de consumat în micul tău om, poate ai avea o idee despre ce se întâmplă cu noi încă o dată! Poate ai avea timp pentru noi... Dar nu, noi suntem egoiştii?" (If you weren't so consumed in your little human maybe you would have a clue what goes on with us once more! Maybe you would have time for us... But no, we're the selfish ones?)

The silence flooded the room like a tidal wave, slamming down everything in its path.

Alcina stood still as a statue, her eyes locked with Cassandra while the cold pit in her stomach grew heavier and more unbearable. She felt hot.

Finally dropping her gaze from the stare-down with Alcina, Cassandra placed her hand over her mouth and shook her head, "Mother, I'm sorry, I -"

"Tăcere," Alcina stated in the most unfeeling tone the girls had ever heard, "Mateo te va duce înapoi la conac. Vei sta acolo până la întoarcerea mea." (Silence. Mateo will take you back to the manor. You will stay there until my return.)

"Mama -"

"Mateo!" She called, shutting down Bela's voice. As he entered Alcina looked to him with sternness, "take my daughters back to the manor. You will occupy the courtyard with whatever comrades you choose. They are not to leave and no one is allowed to enter. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my lady." He replied with a curt nod, looking to the girls who were uneasily shifting and moving towards the door. 

With her eyes donning a sharp glance, she watched her girls shuffled by without moving a muscle. Daniella stopped just shy of her arm to touch it gently.

"Go."

~

The camp had progressed impressively since she had been there last and they finally looked fortified to her liking. There was a myriad of artillery boxes lined about and everyone was indeed armed to the teeth. Their readiness might have made her smile, but not tonight.

Dmitri guided her, Elina and Gerard to the new base closest to the cave. Sylvia was there going through photos and some kind of ground scans their men had produced before the newest collapse.

"Lady Dimitrescu," Sylvia smiled warmly at the Matriarch, "a pleasure to have you with us again."

"If only the terms were better. What do you know?"

They spent the next several minutes reviewing the data they had collected before and after the fact, all of which was interesting but still no solid answers to anything at all. The cave and the newly discovered tunnel system was still just as cryptic. When she was told that Angie was also on the frontline of the exploration expedition, Alcina raised a brow quickly and asked for here whereabouts. She had conveniently already made her way back to the underground city. Making a mental note to grill Donna when she got back was moved to the top of the list. Getting ahold of Angie for direct questioning would be as fruitful as catching a slimy fish with bare hands.

"Still no activity anywhere, thankfully. There is still one pocket that we have access to; these print outs here of the scan show that we might be able to slip one person through... if we can safely infiltrate it we might be able to continue our search for where the mutant came from."

Alcina pursed her lips at the suggestion.

"I don't think it is wise," Dmitri chimed in, "we still have no answers as to why the integrity of this place is so compromised or what is causing it. We had nearly the whole team down there when the faulty layers began to give. Had it not been for your daughters exceptional hearing, we might have all been lost."

While that softened her a little, it still left a sour taste in her mouth.

"I want to go down."

"My lady -"

"I want to go down," she reiterated firmly, "I will test the waters, so-to-speak. I may not be the lightest or the smallest, but I am fast and I will be as good as any candidate to push its limits. You will all be right there to aid me if I need it."

Everyone else exchanged glances as Alcina mulled over the scattered photos. Weary of waiting for any verbal confirmation she headed towards the crumbled cave entrance.

"Well?" Dmitri called.

Cramped but carefully navigating her way between rubble, Alcina grimaced as she pushed through some rocks, knocking them over with a cracking crash. Silence. 

"Nothing else is shifting thus far - I believe it's safe to follow."

It was blessedly dark in this stupid cavern and it smelled musty and was dirty. Alcina forced her displeasure aside and was soon joined by Dmitri and Petra, a small lycan who was the true scout on the escapade.

There was very little room to move any which way but forwards or backwards and it was a bit of a steep decline into the tunnel entrance that they were now facing. The pocket in question was directly to the left and Alcina crouched down to examine her next move.

"How's it look? Everything still alright?" Sylvia asked from the comm.

Dmitri huffed, "all fine. We're at the entrance. Will update as we go," he stuffed the comm back in the holster and held his flashlight above Alcina, "I think she misunderstood me when I said I would update her as needed... perhaps it is my accent."

Alcina smirked, "she's eager. I doubt I'd be any less unbearable if I were in her shoes."

"Indeed."

He winked as she peered at him over her shoulder.

After at least half an hour of rearranging rubble and rock carefully as they might, they managed to create an opening stable enough for Petra to slip through.

The moment she slithered her way in, the unfortunate grumble of shifting earth rumbled loudly and with haste Alcina grabbed for Petra, yanked her from the opening just as the rocks came crashing down on the other side.

Dmitri hoisted Petra up and shoved her through the way they came, he and Alcina racing to the surface behind her as everything began to collapse behind them.

Petra had made it out, Alcina and Dmitri were just to the birth of the cave when the ceiling above them came tumbling down. In the blink of an eye Dmitri grasped for Alcina and in his infinite wisdom and instinct lunged for the mouth with barely a split second to spare as the debris came down in a dust cloud that gulped everything up.

-

Your unease had started earlier that evening. Maybe 7, 7:30 or so. 

There had been no apparent reason except that perhaps tomorrow was Monday and you were generally dreading having to go back to work.

Still, you had memories of yesterday and it painted a smile on your face.

Today was Alcina's birthday and you doubted you'd see her tonight, for maybe even a couple days now, what with whatever vampire business was happening, and Donna. You didn't know Donna at all, but the way Alcina mentioned the ass-chewing she may receive upon return from her made you snicker. She seemed spicy but overall concerned and loving of her friend. The thought of what her life was really like down there in the underground kept your brain distracted for a while anyway. You so wished you could be part of it one day. Meet her daughters. Donna. Karl. You'd already met Angie and that was a wild ride all its own, you couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was really like.

The unease didn't really get any better as the night progressed and after a couple of episodes of The Nanny you turned into bed.

You'd wasted an entire Sunday being a complete bump on a log and that was fine.

With Alcina's gloves securely in your grasp as you snuggled into your bed, a small smile resided on your face as the haziness of sleep wafted through you, the image of her wearing the new ones you bought her still beaming in your chest like a bright beacon. You'd give her anything in the world if you could. Anything. And the thought swept you into the darkness.

There was so much blood.

So much blood, everywhere.

It was pungent.

Bodies everywhere. And in the near distance you could hear... crunching. A sloppy sound, lapping, sucking, something... terrible.

Wherever you were the halls were tight, the rooms dense, closed-in, blood on ever inch of every floor. Bodies scattered here and there. Massacred messes of broken bones and torn up flesh, faces, clothing, unrecognizable. 

You tried to be mindful of where you stepped, steadying yourself on the sticky cold walls as you searched out this chewing, crunching, slurping sound.

The building was rumbling. Low at first; like a train was passing by on wobbly tracks - it ebbed - pulsed, long, drawn out, like wind picking up momentum. It seemed as though every step you took was bringing about a harshness of the grumble, and each move you made you expected to hear something crashing to the ground and breaking. And nothing ever did.

Stairs.

Stairs that lead you up but took you down.

And you followed each creaking, shaking, unsecure step.

Down - up - sideways?

Light. Light at the end of a corridor.

A room, where the sounds grew louder and poignant.

The smells were so much more intense and you gagged as you rounded the corner. And there in the room, the only one flooded with red and purple light pouring in from the windows, was a figure hunched with a broken body in its grasp.

More bodies lay strewn in a haphazard manner, limp and bent and broken and rotting in their own dead blood.

The figure growled and began to stand, you froze in the doorway and watched unable to budge.

Tall. 

So tall.

The body dropped from its claws with a thud and white eyes met you as it turned.

Alcina.

She was gaunt. So thin. So much taller. Vicious and sneering at you. Covered in blood from mouth to toe. Fingernails long, protruding from her fingertips like scythes. Teeth jagged, bloody and sharp. 

You wanted to fall back, or call to her to remind her it was you, that it was you, just you. But those white eyes made you immobile. For the first time in your life you felt fear of her, terror, horror, the strongest desire you'd ever had to run from her.

'I am what I am.'

She said, her voice so unlike her own you didn't believe it was her. It was sickeningly sweet, yet bitter and slimy, breaking with a hiss.

'You know what I am - I will kill - I will kill - a monster is what it is.'

She moved towards you like a skip in a video and yet you still could not move from her advance.

'You cannot tame me - I kill - and I will kill you, too.'

Another glitch and she was closer, your breathing laboring harder and harder until you felt you may scream out the fear swelling inside you.

'Run - run - make me chase you, little mouse!'

She lunged.

You screamed.

"Fuck! Fuck!" you shouted as you shot up in bed, huffing and sweating, "what the fuck... what the fuck...." reaching for your phone with the utmost clumsiness, you looked at the screen hastily for a time.

4:55.

"Oh holy fuck," you huffed, still catching your breath, "oh my god... what the fuck."

The sheer terror of that dream was still too potent in your veins and you physically had to get up an out of bed to feel better. Fight or flight had never felt so real in a dream and you hated every second of it. What the fuck was that even about? 

You didn't want to be scared of Alcina. You knew that wasn't real. You knew her. You knew her. 

Fuck that dream, fuck that dream.

You promptly jumped in the shower.

~

Dazed, confused, and exceptionally wired energetically, you found yourself sitting outside on your lunch break, desperately needing silence and alone time.

Rustling overhead finally caught your attention and you looked up.

More than pleasantly surprised to find your crow family had followed you to work, you were now all smile from ear to ear as you shuffled on the bench in the courtyard while they landed and pitter-pattered around.

Today had been too weird for your liking but you were trudging through it. You used every bit of your willpower to ignore your dream altogether and gaslit yourself at every turn that it never happened. Work was wickedly busy and you weren't bitching about it for once.

"Well look at you beautiful little creatures - I uh, I don't have any goodies for you I'm afraid..." you grinned leaning forward on the bench, simultaneously pulling your scarf a little tighter around your neck, "happy for the company though."

The largest, once again, came up to your feet and eyed you with focus. The beautiful black of its feathers flickering the prism of color off the suns rays.

"You all need names," you blurted at the one below you, smiling still, "can I name you, or will I be cursed from the fae world?"

The crow didn't budge at your chuckle so you shrugged and pondered.

"Ok, I'm not even going to attempt to guess genders here, not that they are relevant, but... let's see... you," you stated softly looking at another one approaching you, "how 'bout Ash. Very clever, I know," you giggled, "and you... Onyx? Yeah, I'll be here all week with this brilliance," you said to another coming close, "you - Noir. And you - Shade - and you... how about Obsidian, call you Siddy, or Sidda for short? And... you," you hunched on your knees looking to the largest, the one at your feet, who seemed completely unafraid of you, "Ebony."

The six of them were gathered in front of you in a crescent moon shape. Silent. Almost as if they were pondering you as hard as you were pondering them. Each set of shiny, pitch black eyes watching you watch them.

"Do those suffice?" you asked the group, your gaze settling on Ebony.

Whether it was the faint wisp of a a whisper from the wind, or your own imagination slithering through to take advantage of your unbalanced state, you heard in your ear, clear as day; "yes."

Before you could react they took flight and left you there in silent bewilderment.

-

"LADY DIMITRESCU!"

The shouting and mayhem of everyone closing in with shouts and barked orders galore was quite muffled as Alcina pawed her way out from under a boulder or two. Dmitri was doing the same as the patrol of vampires and lycans reached them with haste.

"Are you alright? Are both of you alright?" 

Sylvia's voice permeated the haze in her skull. "Yes, yes, I'm - I'm fine," Alcina replied taking the hands that had been offered to pull her from the remaining rubble.

Side-eying Dmitri, he nodded his answer of being unharmed and she dusted off her new suit. Not a scratch or a snag.

"We heard the rumbling underground before the collapse - we tried to radio - did it not come through?

Dmitri patted off his uniform and ran a hand through his thick, white hair and twisted his neck with agitation, "no, we did not receive it. Though I'm not sure how that would cause interference."

"You heard rumbling all the way out here?" Alcina reiterated to Sylvia as the soldiers were now investigating the fully concaved disaster behind them.

The lycan commander nodded with a worried expression on her face, "it started from under us and moved in your direction... then spread like spider legs in all directions afterwards."

Silent thoughts and unspoken concern plagued the three.

"Your scan showed no sign of tunnels under the camp and outposts." Dmitri stated.

"Correct. Which makes this all the more baffling. And now we have zero access to anything underground that isn't blockaded by boulders and rubble galore. We can't very well start digging and drilling holes. We've already had a run-in with the Bureau of Land Management; we dropped your name to two officials before their dumbasses got word to fuck off from the higher ups. We don't need more issues with the humans."

Alcina was over this day. 

She scrunched her face as she rubbed her forehead, "does anyone here smoke? I want a fucking cigarette."

"M'lady." Came a gruff voice from beside her not five seconds after. 

A large burley lycan with his arm outstretch held a crunched, half used pack of Marlboros and Alcina plucked one without pause. He flicked open his lighter and lit the end while she took a long, drawn out drag. Marlboros sucked but she wasn't about to be picky.

"Thank you," she sighed out the smoke, nodding in return to him, forcing her focus to the task at hand, "well... I suppose this means more work, more man hours, more dead ends, and less answers and more questions than we ever had to begin with. Does this sound about right?" she questioned flatly.

Everyone nodded.

"Wonderful!"

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

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Tim is nervous. There are two keys burning a hole in the front pocket of his jeans. He wasn’t sure who he was more nervous to ask. Lucy or Tamara. He and Lucy had talked about moving in together many times before. That somehow didn’t make this any easier. He knew she would say yes. A good portion of her stuff was already in his house.

They tell Tamara frequently that she is a welcome addition to their family, but he’s not sure if she really knows that. He’s not even sure if she will want to live with them. She is old enough to live on her own, and most kids are in a hurry to live on their own. Though he thinks with her childhood, she may want to stay with her found family as long as she can. And while Lucy told him Tamara didn’t want to be around when they started having babies, that was still a ways off.

Lucy opens the door to his house just then and he startles, stopping where he is pacing across the floor.

Lucy looks at him quizzically, “Hey...”

“Hey,” Tim shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmhmm…” Lucy sets her stuff down and walks over to him. “Spill it.”

“What?”

“Come on, Tim, you’re terrible at hiding things. What is it?”

Tim opens and closes his mouth a few times. “…Fine. Close your eyes and put out your hand.”

Lucy raises her eyebrows at him challengingly and he returns the look. She concedes, closing her eyes and extending her hand in front of her, palm up. Tim very gently places one of the keys in her hand and she opens her eyes. “What’s this?”

“A key.” Tim states obviously.

“To what?” Lucy asks confused.

“My house.”

Lucy’s confusion grows. “I already have a key.”

Tim sighs, exasperated, “It’s symbolic, Lucy.”

Lucy remains confused, and looks at Tim. He looks at her expectantly and it hits her. Her eyes grow wide. “Oh! Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yes!” He exclaims as if it was the clearest thing in the world.

“OH! Yes!” She laughs and wraps her arms around him.

__

Tim knocks on Tamara’s bedroom door, Lucy by his side.

Tamara opens her door, removing her headphones, “Hey!”

“Hey, do you have a second?”

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?”

“Close your eyes and put out your hand.”

Tamara looks at him with a great deal of suspicion and Lucy does her best to suppress her laugh. Lucy tried to convince him to just ask her, but he insisted on doing it this way. It seems like a “bigger gesture” this way.

“Why?” she drawls out.

“Come on, please?”

“As long as you promise not to put anything creepy on me.” She says raising her open palm, before quickly closing her hand and pulling it back. “or anything gross.”

“I promise.”

She still eyes him warily but opens her hand back up and closes her eyes. When Tim drops the key in her palm, she opens her eyes. “A key?” Tim nods. “To what?”

Tim looks baffled. Is it really not obvious? “My house!”

“I already have a key to your house.” Lucy loses it, doubling over from laughter. Tamara looks even more confused than Lucy did. “Am I missing something?”

“Yes! It’s symbolic! Do you want to move in with me and Lucy?!” Tim all but shouts it, frustrated that nobody understands his symbolic gesture.

“Oh.” The tone in the room shifts to a more serious note. Tamara looks like she might cry, and Lucy straightens herself out. “Really?” Tamara asks.

“Yes, really.” Tim confirms.

“You are a part of our family, Tamara.” Lucy adds.

“There’s a bedroom in our house with your name on it if you want it.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Tim and Lucy say in unison, smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah,” Tamara repeats, smiling back.

“Come here.” Lucy pulls her and Tim both into a family hug and they laugh.

Forever a family, they will be.

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #keys #fanfic

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HEY, HELLO I wanted to ask if you can do and todobakudeku x Yandere!reader but if you have done this already plese tag me in it and also, I love your writing <3

TodoBakuDeku X Yandere!Reader

(First time writing yan reader, apologies in advance)

Here's a quick heads-up! I'm only finishing this half finished fic and I'm not doing any editing to what was already written, therefore you may come across grammatical errors and a sudden change in story-telling.

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"Good morning Momo, Uraraka!" You ran up to the two, tackling them in a hug. "Good morning, Y/N," Uraraka yawned and her lips tugged into a tired smile. "You seem unusually excited today. Did something happen?" "Ah, well.. no.. not yet, at least." "Ooh!" The brunette exclaimed with new found energy, "something's gonna happen today?" "I presume it's something good..?" Came Momo's addition and you pondered for a moment—what to say, exactly. "I actually have something to ask from you guys.. can we--" "Alright problem children, settle down already.." Aizawa's sudden voice made you jump slightly, and everyone quickly ran to their seats.

A few seconds after taking your seat you felt your phone buzz and checked it cautiously.

— - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - — - —

The three musketeers GC

Momo

I'm sorry about earlier. But we can resume the conversation after class...?

Uraraka

There's nothing happening rn, lets just talk here. It seemed like you wanted it to be private anyways @Y/N

You

Yeah, ur right. It also feels more comfortable over text.

Is that okay @Momo?

Momo

If it's that important, then I can't argue. I want to make sure everything's alright with you, since you're my dear friend.

Uraraka

Aww, Momo!

You

Thanks Momo, Uraraka ❤️

Uraraka

Alright, shoot the question bestie

You

😂 Alright, alright

So the thing is..

Ilikesomeonebutidontknowbowtogjfabkuttconfessing

Momo

Uh..

Uraraka

You like someone?? 👀🎉

You

Well, yes

Multiple someones, actually

Momo

I'm not trying to insult you, but what happened?

Uraraka

Come on Momo

They're flustered and just speed wrote 🤭

Momo

I wasn't aware there was something like that 🤔

By the way, @Y/N

You

Yes?

Momo

Who are you talking about? Are they in our class?

You

.. perhaps

Uraraka

OoOoOO

Don't forget any detail!

You

What detail?

Uraraka

Who they are, how many, do you want help choosing between them, etc

You know, what friends usually asks dear friends

You

You guys really like the term dear friend, huh

But I don't want to choose between them

Momo

Y/N I hope you're not thinking about something bad

Uraraka

Huh, wym Mom?

Mom*

Mom*

MOMO

GEEZ

Oops, i mean geez

😵

You

Lol

Momo

Are you.. okay? 😅

Uraraka

Yes, just autocorrect :/

Sorry

Where were we?

Momo

Right

So what did you think about doing Y/N?

You

Ever heard of polyamory? 😐

Momo

How do you know these someones would be polyamorous? Btw, yes, I had

You

That's why I wanted to talk with you guys

You are close to them

Uraraka

Alright, but WHO

You

.....

@Momo

Momo

We can't exactly help if you don't tell us.. 😅

You

😄

Uraraka

😶

Momo

I don't mean to pressure you or anything, just...

You know

Help us help you

You

😥

Fine

Uraraka

Finally!!!!!

Momo

😅

You

So it's kinda awkward, but there's 3 guys

Just um.. don't judge , ok?

Itsmidoriyaandbakugoandtodoroki

Momo

Please type one word at a time

Or space them

It's hard on the eyes

😐

Uraraka

Um

Momo

"It's Midoriya and Bakugou and Todoroki"

Uraraka

OH

Oh.

oh..

Are you sure??

You

Yeah, very 🙈

Momo

Well, I think Midoriya and Todoroki might agree to a polyamorous relationship if they like someone, but I don't know how they feel about you

no offense!

on the other hand Bakugou....

🤔

Well, tbh I don't know him that well

Uraraka

Balugou def not gonna agree

He's the type o guy who keeps his partners for himself and "doesn't like sharing"

Momo

Especially not with those two, yeah.

But @Y/N

You

Hoo boy, here we go

Momo

What?

Yk whatever not gonna question you anymore

But how come you like them all?

I mean, they're.. kinda different, personality and appearance wise. 🤔

You

Yeah, but it's not like I have an exact type either

Momo

Do you ?

I don't remember ever getting involved with your love life

Prior to now, that is

You

Cause I didn't feel this type of intensity before now

🥰

Momo

I see, well

How can we help

...

Speaking of we, @Uraraka

Smth happen?

Uraraka

What no

Y?

Momo

You just acted a bit off

Uraraka

How?

Momo

You didn't bombard Y/N with questions

Uraraka

Still haven't thought of one

It's so sudden

I never even noticed y/n liked someone...

Momo

Well, you have plenty of time to think about questions to ask

But we should help Y/N now

Uraraka

How? 😅

It's not like i or you have any experience, especially with more than one person

You

Ouch 😔

Momo

😅

We can still think of something

No?

Uraraka

If you say so..

I'll chat with you guys once I thought of something

Momo

Alright..

You

Thanks, again

This means a lot to me guys

❤️

Momo

Np 🥰

Uraraka

Yeah

😅

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IRL

You turned off your phone and briefly glanced at Uraraka and Momo. The latter seemed to follow through the lesson without fail after turning her phone off, while Uraraka played with her hair anxiously and chewed her lips. "Heh.." You couldn't help your lips tugging up into a small smirk at the sight of her—hopelessly thinking. Just the sentence "I have a crush on Midoriya" threw her off so much, you wonder what would happen were you to go further.

But it's enough for now.

For now.

~

"Y/N.. Y/N..." "Mmm.. yeah..?" You murmured softly—with your head nested on the desk and covered by your arms—, and, after recognizing the oh so familiar voice, you sprung up from your seat so quickly you knocked your chair back. "Midoriya! Hi!" The words left your mouth in the form of sharp breaths. "Ahaha, hi." The flustered boy scratched his face and you quickly apologized for the jumpscare, even going as far as to bow down. Which earned you an embarrassed chuckle from said boy. "I didn't mean to bother you either, just wanted to ask for your help with.. something." Midoriya averted his eyes and you took this chance to quickly scan the classroom, only to realize it was only the two of you in the room. You were happy, but also a bit disappointed that no one could witness Midoriya's adorableness and flustered state, though you'll definitely carve out every bastards' eyes who stole a glance when you finally get the chance to. But your top priority right now was the flustered boy in front of you, with his soft locks of green-black hair partially covering his eyes that glanced up once in a while and an awkward smile resting on his face. The sight of him made you feel as it always did—you could barely suppress the urge to pull him into your chest and pepper kisses on every. single. freckle on his body. The way he'd whimper and needily grab onto you, starving for your touch just as much as you do. You wanted to spoil him, to spoil ALL of them. The way all three boys would gaze up at you with glossy eyes, impatiently waiting for your return when you leave. When they finally realize how much you mean to them they'd throw away any silly dreams or thoughts, like wanting to be the No.1 hero. They don't need to work to gain the fake appreciation of those good for nothing members of society. So long as they--

"As expected, it's unreasonable from me, huh.." What?- Oh, for god's sake, you got lost in your fantasy. Again. Now look at the boy—that adorable pout on his face that makes you want to cup his face and force his mouth open to-- alright, Y/N, get your head out of the gutter. "I'm sorry if I upset you." "No, no no no no no!" Before you could regain your composure, your hands shot out to hold Midoriya's. "..?!" Midoriya's sharp gasp was the one thing that pulled you out of your daze as you kept rubbing his hands, which were unlike his face—rough, scarred and full of experience. There's definitely no way you'd be able to take him on in a one-on-one combat. "So-sorry!" You blurted out, but still didn't let go of his hands. "It's-it's just that--that, you know--you have verynicehands!..." "Um." "I-I.. I'm sorry--that sounded incredibly weirdbutididntmeanitinaweirdway or anything--notthatithinkyoucansaysomethinglikethatwithoutsoundinglikeacreep--but-but--you get it right??" "To-to be honest, you were talking a little bit too quickly. Can you repeat it?" Midoriya flashed an innocent smile making you feel as if a thousand butterflies would burst out of you at any. moment. You sighed, and regretfully, let go of Midoriya's hands, already missing the rough texture of his skin against your own.

"Nevermind. To be honest..." You began, looking at Midoriya—staring back at you with a heartbreaking look on his face. "...It's--I'd love to--that, yes... I'd love that..." You cursed yourself mentally for not having the heart to admit you weren't listening to whatever he was asking you and can only pray that it's something you're actually capable of doing. You'd rather die than to disappoint him. But that can wait, you'd rather try to engrave Midoriya's beaming face into your memory. The way he squeezed your hands. The muttered "thank yous" and that warm laugh that classified more as childish giggle will forever be a cherished memory to you, only overwritten with even more intimate moments with him.

"Really, Y/N, you're really nice— I'm sorry for involving you in something silly like this." Midoriya bowed to you and, before you could say anything, ran off through the second door. And as soon as his footsteps faded away, the first door of the classroom slid open—Uraraka held the door with her head dipped so low she might as well been bowing down to you.

"Uraraka-chan!" You called out in a sweet voice, expecting a giggle or smile from the naive girl. "What's wrong? Do you need me to help with anything, dear friend?" Instead, she raised her head and glared at you—god, that annoying baby face really doesn't work in her favor, but it sure as hell makes your blood boil. The mere fact that she was here, most likely expecting to find Midoriya all on his own, to take him away from you even when you told her already how much you yearned for him, for Katsuki, for Shoto—It's obvious!— you are the only one who can have them. Yet, despite making it so clear to her, how they all belonged to you, she still can't give up on Izuku?

"Y/N." Now what, does she want to play the victim—to make you out to be the bad guy?

Probably...

"Yes?" The word escaped through gritted teeth wishing to brutally rip her throat out, maybe that, that would make her curse-like presence perish.

She gulped audibly and took a confident stance as if she was facing a fucking low-worth criminal.

The nerve in her..!

"Wait, no, before you continue..." You raised a hand and continued shortly after, "for how long did you eavesdrop on us? What exactly did you hear? If what you heard was the reason why you're... Mad at me, then you have no right to." "Wha--" "YOU were not a participant in OUR conversation, at the most, you were just stalking me or (my) Izuku and only happened to hear it—that does NOT equal being part of it. So if--" "SHUT UP!!" Uraraka shouted and held her head, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

!?

"You knew it already, didn't you?" You cock your head, "what could you possibly be referring to?" Her lips form a straight line and the hurt in her eyes sells her out. "Oh, it's Midoriya. Well, I would've probably guessed that sooner or later." "You're so heartless.."

"You should stop, before something happens."

But she didn't.

"Seriously--"

/ Whack /

It stings... Your cheek stings and your ears are ringing..

Did...

Did she really...

She just slapped you...

SHE. SLAPPED.YOU.

You truly didn't expect for the dumb bitch to be this dumb. Not a single ounce of courage, merely stupidity.

"Oi." You slowly raise your head, only to meet with a truly horrified expression—all the blood left her face and she, mouth parted, made shallow breaths almost as if forgetting how to breathe, like a fish stuck on land. "I-I.." She stammered, robotically raising her hands in a defensive way, probably afraid you'd hit back.

Which you really wanted to. A lot.

But, alas, nothing goes according to your wishes.

Momo steps into the classroom with Todoroki by her side, and, judging by their expressions, they probably were witness to Uraraka's uncharacteristic melt down.

"Uraraka-san." Todoroki called out, but she didn't turn to face him nor Momo. "Y/N, are you okay?" Momo ran up to you and held your face in her hands, examing the red handprint that slowly formed on your cheek. Truth to be told, it wasn't anything more than a faint uncomfortable feeling and it's most likely gonna disappear after a while.

But.

"Hnn..Momo, did," you sniffled as small droplets of clear liquid trailed down your face and rolled down Momo's hands, "did I do so-something wrong??" "No, you didn't!" A golden opportunity was presented to you. She turned towards Uraraka, "We might've not been here the whole time, but I know that you wouldn't do anything bad intentionally. And so wouldn't Uraraka." Huh? "And I'm sure we can talk this out, right, Uraraka, Y/N?" "Momo..!" Uraraka smiled at Momo with shiny eyes, but you, on the other hand... You should just get rid of them already. They're only obstacles and they never helped you in any way. "Are you okay?" Todoroki's voice tore through the red clouding your eyes. Right. "I don't know why Uraraka-san would shout at and hit me." "That's--" "Why did you hit them?" Todoroki cocked his head and raised a brow, ever so slightly at her. "I..." Uraraka gulped and looked at Todoroki, then Momo. Then you. No. "Y/N's lying about me." "What?" Momo looked at you and Uraraka, a puzzled expression evident on her face. This is not. "Lying about what? You hit me! EVERYONE SAW IT!" "Y/N." Your name fell out of Todoroki's mouth, like a whisper. No. You hadn't prepared for this situation. And you're losing it. They're all looking at you. As if you're not the victim. And truth to be told, you weren't ever really good at acting, especially not under stress. This... THIS ISN'T RIGHT. What should you do...

"Is... Is this about our chat?" You put on your best pouty face and cling to Todoroki, peeking at Uraraka from behind him. "You're mad at me because you like... Midoriya?" "--Nnh...!" She grit her teeth and averted her gaze to the floor, clenching her hands so hard the nails dug into her skin. "Uraraka?" Momo stepped forward to stand before her. "Is what Y/N said true?" "No, I don't like him... I love him! But they knew!..." "Eep!" She pointed at you with a glare and you quickly hugged Todoroki from behind in an act of terror. He turned his head back, checking on you and smiled reassuringly. Aww, how cute. So caring. You almost feel as though you should get rid of Momo and Uraraka right now, before either of those idiots hurt Todoroki. But that's not right. Not yet. "Thank you, Todoroki." You try your best to put on a sad smile, but it's just so difficult when you're so happy. Even with the way things are, it doesn't matter as long as he only has you before him. Not those... Things.

But God does it piss you off how you can't just wrap your arms around him. Can't lock him up or tie him to you... Just yet.

Just a little more.

"This is a sensitive topic to both of you (I assume), so let's talk things out when we're back at the privacy of our dorms." Momo glances around worriedly and presents an uncertain smile, probably with the intention to lighten the mood. "Is that okay with you two?" Uraraka agrees to the suggestion without much hesitation, she trusts Momo's ability to find a solution for everything, after all. You, on the other hand, swallow every venomous word attempting to escape past your lips and begrudgingly nod along.

Your fingers twist the fabric of Todoroki's uniform tightly in anger, but the boy seemingly misinterprets it as fear— he turns towards you slightly and smiles. His hand twitched, contemplating whether he should comfort you with a reassuring touch, but to your disappointment he decided against it and settled with just a smile that turned awkward with uncertainty.

Momo releases a breath of relief and puts a hand on Uraraka's back comfortingly, and slowly leads her out of the classroom. But not before shooting a strange look to Todoroki that you can't quite understand, but you can guess it meant something along the lines of 'lets separate them' or... something, because the next thing you know Todoroki's walking out (in a different direction from the girls) and you instinctively follow him, still clinging to his uniform.

You don't say anything during the walk, and you only stop when you arrive to the entrance of the dorms and Todoroki turns around— forcing you to let go of him— and scratches his neck. "Y/N." "Yes?" You answer immediately, but it doesn't divert his attention from your intense staring. Though he doesn't comment on it. "...You like Midoriya?" "No! Yes– wait, um... This is a little more complicated than it seems." You huff and massage your temple, contemplating lying. Todoroki irks a brow, but doesn't speak any further.

Should you come clean? Todoroki's a rational person, plus he wouldn't judge you, right? Maybe telling him your feelings might provide a better solution than... Well, it's still a plan B, but you shouldn't jinx things just yet.

"So, let's say hypothetically I have a "crush" on Midoriya," you fiddle with your hands and avoid looking at Todoroki for fear of exposing yourself, "but at the same time— I have a crush on an another person too..... And one other. Hypothetically saying!" He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't seem to want to leave just yet, though you're still afraid from looking up and meeting his eyes, so you can't be sure. "What would that make me?" "... I don't know." He answers thoughtfully. "You like three people?" "Hypothetically only, it's a hypothesis! Like a "what if" question." You blurt out hastily, whipping your head up and finally meeting Todoroki's gaze. Fortunately or unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have an opinion formed, or he just doesn't show it with the stoic expression he's wearing.

"Okay." He says with a bit of a pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know what answer you want." "It's not– nevermind. Let me reword that— say, hypothetically, if you were the one I had a crush on... What would you do?" "One of the three?" "Y-yeah." You sigh and carefully examine as he raises his hand to his chin in thought, seriously contemplating your "hypothesis". "...What would that mean?" "What?" "If you had a 'crush' on me, what would that mean?" "That I like you? I really don't know what you're asking."

"Then I would say thank you." "....That's it?" "Yes... Was there something else?" "Sometimes I forget how annoying it can be to talk about certain topics with you..." You grumble under your breath, but you also know that no matter how dense Todoroki can be, he's still someone you genuinely love. Even if your love may be a little too intense..... sometimes.

"No, thank you for answering my hypothetical questions. But I have to go back to my dorm now, so see you later." You say dejectedly and wander into the building, and you feel a slight pang in your chest as you consider that Todoroki may be easier to convince under different circumstances.

~ At night ~

It's about time the bakusquad leaves for their respective rooms (and Bakugou will be alone), so you use your quirk to transform into a small cat and climb into his window to wait.

"...What are you talking about?" Your ears perk up to the sudden change in atmosphere, and you try your best to eavesdrop without being spotted. "Midobro! He told me he's dating someone." Kirishima exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile to Bakugou. "No way!!" Mina screeched, but even that ear-piercing noise couldn't deter your thoughts from wandering from what the redhead had said. "Are you sure it wasn't just a prank or some kind of test from the teachers??" "Kamibro, he was blushing and rambling the whole time we talked." Kirishima turned towards Bakugou for support, but didn't receive any. "The nerd's always blushing and rambling to everyone, besides, there's no idiot stupider than him who would date him." He grumbled, briefly raising his head from his phone, and quickly returned to it. "Man..." Kirishima groaned and looked out the window— you quickly ducked to the side, hoping he wouldn't see you—, then he looked around the room once more. "So you guys aren't interested in who's Midobro's date? Not even a little bit?" "No, dumbass. Because he doesn't have one. Tch!" Bakugou commented, not raising his head this time. Kirishima turned to the other two, receiving unsure grins. "I guess we should go to our own rooms already, it's getting pretty late anyways..." He pouts, and the trio leaves files out of the room, saying a brief "good night" to the blond, now laying on his bed and leaning against the wall.

"Mreow~" You quickly seize the opportunity and paw at the glass until Bakugou notices you, and opens the window. "You're early.." He says thoughtfully as you trot towards the soft bed, and curl yourself up next to the pillow. It's something you've been doing for a few weeks now, taking on the form of a small cat and hanging out with Bakugou late at night— the first time you were impatient, thus careless, and you almost got caught in your original (human) form inside his room. But a few days later, when you were on a walk you saw a young kitten and you got an idea— and to your delight, that idea worked out well and Bakugou allowed you inside his room, even petted you and allowed so many more things that would've been considered weird, or even creepy if you were to do it as a human. (Since then, you've also began visiting Midoriya and Todoroki in their rooms when they were alone, and when morning came you took something from there as a keepsake, of course being careful not to make them too suspicous).

He plops down next to you, but this time he lays on his back and pats his stomach. You happily climb onto him and nuzzle into his neck, purring and kneading as he gently strokes your fur. His lips tug into a small, silly smile and he sighs. You know how relaxing it is for him to pet you and you'd be lying if you said this isn't one of your favourite things to do. But in a few hours, after you made sure he was asleep you'd go to visit your Izuku and Todoroki, as you've been doing for the past few weeks.

Otherwise, how could you sleep peacefully, if there was a chance either one of them could be hurt or even worse... So you have to make sure they are safe, every night, even if they don't know, even if they never thank you.

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I really don't want to make this too long. I really didn't know how to end this, so this may seem abrupt.

Ps. I wanted a build-up, but it definitely turned a little awkward. I just didn't want to write the typical (and cringy) yandere falls in love and is immediately killing everyone who even looks at the subject of their love.

I might write another Yandere!Reader x The trio fic (that would be a 100% better) sometime in the future, but right now I'm just glad I got this one off my shoulders. Thank you for reading! ':)

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