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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

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“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention.

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?”

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud.

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward.

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?”

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you.

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...”

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring.

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch.

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you.

“Of being a hero?”

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.”

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

...

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?”

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone.

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you.

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts.

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years.

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm.

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand.

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on.

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand.

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you.

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music.

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him.

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck.��“So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation.

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip.

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you.

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly.

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even.

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips.

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down.

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting.

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs.

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.”

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder.

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you.

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure.

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle.

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered.

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?!

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you.

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled.

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused.

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere.

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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pettyprocrastination · 3 years

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If you wrote dad!oberyn I would swear fealty to you ngl (also you’re one of the few people I trust to pull it off so. you have my sword, ma’am.)

Your wish is my command!

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria Sand, no reader

Warnings: this is nothing but fluff babe. Short and unedited because it's almost 1 am and I need to sleep but I couldnt help myself

A/n: I made a post about how both oberyn and frankie's kids will wake them up in absurd ways and I couldnt help but think of this and the this magical ask came through so thank you nonny 💖 I tried to give Loreza some little kid manners like how they play with their clothes whome talking and sorta stutter and repeat half a sentence when they talk sometimes? Idk if I did it well but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless

The sun had begun to rise over the palace, it’s light bled through the linen curtains that hid the prince from the rest of the world. Sleeping sound in his lover’s arms and bathed in a golden glow of light that was not yet harsh enough to rouse him from his sleep.

Ellaria had already woken up. She had always been a heavy sleeper, but once she opened her eyes she could not close them again for a good amount of the day.

Oberyn’s breath puffed against her chest and she smiled. Throughout the night, the pair had become tangled together as they often did. Her leg was thrown over his hip and his arms were wrapped snug around her waist.

Eventually, she would have to raise her lover from his slumber with soft kisses and a not as soft tug of the sheets. They could not stay in bed forever. The children would be awake soon and the choir of their laughs and shouts would ring all throughout the palace, waking anybody in the vicinity who was still fortunate enough to be resting, with their insistence on breakfast and games of dragons versus knights.

But for now, she run her fingers through his hair and feel her heartbeat race when he leaned into her touch even as he slept.

A gentle patter of footsteps sounded outside the bedroom door that then slowly creaked open. A pair of brown eyes stared at her from a mess of dark curls, mussed from sleep and yet to be brushed and braided.

It would seem, as his youngest slowly crept along his bed, that the Viper had been the last of his family to wake up.

“Good morning Loreza.” Her mother spoke softly. She reached out and squished the cheeks of her daughter in her hand, who giggled and stepped back. “You slept well?”

The youngest sand snake nodded. “Dorea snuck out again to play in the water.” Her little hand was fisted in her shirt as she spoke. “She made me promise not-not to tell you but you told me lying was bad.”

Ellaria sighed. “Was she alone?”

Loreza shook her head. “Obara took her to go. She said that we-that we can go out but only if she comes with us.”

That was enough to soothe Ellaria’s worries. She knew her girls would rebel, they would sneak out and lie and play and have attitudes. They were children after all. But she simply wanted them to be safe.

“Alright, I’ll speak to her about this after breakfast. But thank you for telling me, my sweet.” She nodded her head towards the man who had still not woken, even at his daughter's voice.

Ellaria grinned, and her daughter grinned back. She had just lost her front tooth but still smiled just as wide.

“Would you care to wake your father for me?”

Loreza giggled, jumping from one foot to another with excitement before calming down. She reached a small brown hand over her mother and slowly moved to her father's sleeping form, before quickly grabbing his nose and pinching it shut.

Oberyn gasped, back arching and lurching forward as he let out a guttural shout like a dying man. Loreza pulled her hand back so he could breathe freely once more. Oberyn looked around in a moment of panic before he relaxed at his daughter’s loud laugh.

“Good morning baba!” She shouted with a giggle.

He chuckled and reached out to squeeze her face in his hand. “Good morning, little sun.” His voice was slurred and eyes still needed to be rubbed clear of the drows that threatened to pull him back under, but he was awake. “Are your sisters awake?”

“Mhm!” She rocked back and forth on her heels and whenever she smiled Oberyn felt his heart pull. “Uncle Doran said to wake you up to come eat!”

Oberyn hummed and scratched at his jaw. “And which one of you decided to wake me up in such a fashion? Hmmm?”

Loreza quickly pointed a finger at her mother. “Mama did!”

Ellaria gasped with such dramatics Oberyn had to laugh. “Betrayal!” She went to grab her youngest and tug her onto the bed, but she quickly danced out of her reach before scampering out of the room in a fit of giggles.

“She’s getting older.”

Oberyn yawned. “And louder.”

A moment of silence passed as she stared at the now empty doorway before Oberyn pressed his lips to hers.

“Good morning my love.” he whispered against her. He felt her smile and it soon grew to his own as well.

“Good morning Oberyn."

Throughout the day, Oberyn would have to bite his tongue and fight the urge to let his eyes shut during meeting after meeting full of discussions of trade tax and local marriages. He would have to join his lover and speak to his daughters about safety and rules, how he wished their hunger for adventure would never fade, but he expected curfew to be followed and for them to be smart while they played.

But for now, he would join his family for breakfast, fingers linked with Ellaria’s and smile at their complaints as he kissed them each on the head before sitting down to eat as a family.

#ask #asks #oberyn martell #ellaria sand #oberyn martell x ellaria sand #if you were expecting a reader fic sorry!! this one just got me excited

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katsucutie · 4 years

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i hate your guts (m)

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader genre: smut, humor warnings: smut, swearing (you know the good stuff) overview: class 1-a has this belief that you and katsuki hate each other, though one incident has their minds changed word count: 4.2k author’s note: this was written to fight my writer’s block and i happened to find a psycho-analysis of katsuki which helped somewhat and its quite interesting. anyways...the song choice while writing this was house of cards, also this was written in three days and i tried using any relevant medical terms i’ve learned so far in uni. hope you enjoy!! masterlist | ko-fi

Walking through the azure-rimmed gate you knew the day would be the same. Homeroom for ten minutes then classes back to back with a minor minute break in between, next an oh-so-needed fifty-minute lunch, and finally two classes to end the day. Not that you could complain, heroes in training must earn some type of education.

Though school wasn’t the worst thing invented, you can definitely say occasions in English class were not lackluster with Present Mic as the teacher. Or in math, when Midoriya yells out an inaccurate answer only to be corrected by Yaoyorozu. It's the little moments that bring laughter, or maybe it’s watching someone embarrass themselves in front of a class that's joyful.

And you could never forget the times where Jirou teased Kaminari for short-circuiting.

While all those moments are fun and dandy, 1-A can also be quite the chatterboxes and gossipy, especially when it comes to your feelings towards Bakugou. Believing that your relationship consists of mutual hatred, class 1-A constantly manages to tease both you and the blonde-headed male. Even All-Might manages to separate the two of you during training.

Although you never said anything against the rumors, it's quite humorous to see a school be so wrong in their thoughts. Is it not obvious that the glares the two of you send are not out of anger but endearment? Clearly not to Todoroki who claimed that Midoriya was All-Might’s secret love child, but that's beside the point. Additionally, you’ve yet to hear an accurate hypothesis as to why you and Bakugou would hate each other. Many of the theories revolve around Bakugou’s ‘anger problems’ but honestly, who doesn’t get mad?

Nonetheless, the rumors surrounding your alleged detestation toward the blonde sparked a little prank between you two. Pretending to hate each other until people catch on that you’re dating.

And the joke has been going on for quite a while, four months to be exact. Four months of pretending to hate in front of crowds, yet loving behind closed doors. Four months of experiencing the rush of adrenaline when you sneak around to his dorm room in the late hours of the night. Four months of leaving your friend groups to hang out during lunch.

Four months of waking up early to walk to class with Bakugou. And don’t forget about four months of the blonde-headed male constantly breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Oi Y/n, break out of that daze and let’s go, we have thirty-minutes before class and I’d like to spend that time not pretending to hate you” Bakugou calls while molding his fingers into yours.

“Oh please, I’m not pretending you know I hate your guts” You smile, leaning into the broad male walking towards homeroom. “Do you think today will be the same?”

“Yes, those idiots could watch us kiss and still think we hate each other, though I can’t complain, their oblivion is better than if they were to pester us about our relationship” he snarks.

Mindlessly nodding in agreement, you and Bakugou wander through the purple-stained floors of U.A., passing by random classrooms, and peering out the glass windows that overlook the campus.

After twenty-five minutes of strolling through the halls, Bakugou and you turn down the corridor leading to class 1-A, while unlocking hands and prepping for your fake and falsely-interpreted loathing glares.

“Today marks day ninety-six of the class believing we hate each other” you whisper.

“They’re hopeless….”

“But if at any point, you want to stop pretending let me know… I wouldn’t mind, jokes are funny but you’re my top priority”

“Is Bakugou Katsuki getting soft on me?”

“No.. shut up-”

“And they're back at it again Ladies and Gentlemen… the feud between Y/n and Bakugou seems everlasting” Kaminari calls sliding open the tall door leading to class 1-A. Way to ruin a cute moment.

“Honestly the two would probably be best friends if they didn’t hate each other, they both like the same things” Oh they wouldn’t believe the interests you two share.

“Yeah, but their personalities are so different, they’re just not meant to be and that’s fine” What a shock your relationship would be then.

“I’m so glad that you’re interested in my ‘relationship’ with Lord Explosion Murder… but I have more important matters to attend to such as earning my education so that I can be a top pro-hero” you remark sliding into your chair. Your comments are never intended to insult your boyfriend, but teasing his choice of a hero name couldn’t hurt anyone.

Waiting for the remaining two minutes for class to start, you check your phone and see a message notification from a familiar contact.

Babe 💗: storage room during lunch?

Quicker than your mind made a decision, your fingers don’t hesitate to press the send button.

You: i’ll bring the key

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Bakugou was a master of three things. Okay maybe more than three, but three traits excel. His talent, his mind, and his ability to use his fingers.

Bakugou’s talent is tremendous and has been able to advance his goals of becoming a pro-hero. He acknowledges that he was born with such an extraordinary quirk, and has a flair for using it. Notwithstanding the male’s breakdown and internal belief that he is inferior to his pre-quirkless childhood friend, Bakugou unceasingly exerts himself to be more than a student with talent.

His mind is magnificent and allowed Bakugou to comprehend multiple topics of interest. Placing third in the class’ midterm exam, it’s evident that he shines in academic settings. And though few peers in 1-A state that Bakugou fails in the social aspect, you claim the opposite. In their eyes Bakugou is brash, however, after spending time with the boy, you have viewed him as self-reflecting, with social skills that others cannot see.

While brains and talent may all be magnificent qualities of the blonde, nothing beats Bakugou’s ability to use his fingers. Combined with both his talent and his mind, Bakugou has the ability to make both inanimate and living things explode. And that isn’t related to his quirk.

“You’re imagining events that haven’t occurred yet. Am I truly that talented?”

Flushed and blinking in a shocked manner towards the male in front of you, you ask him if his quirk was mind-reading.

“Hmmm… No, but after seeing you so embarrassed I’d love to have such a quirk so that I’d be able to view the thoughts inside that mind of yours, but I was gifted with explosions... You, on the other hand, were blessed with the ability to swap items on your command. A quirk so useful, especially in times like these when I don’t have a key to the storage room”

“Oh please, just admit that you use me to gain entrance into forbidden rooms” You tease, giving Bakugou the janitor’s key to unlock the storage room.

The male chuckles unlocking the door to the storage closet, “Maybe a bit, though you reap the benefits of getting it” Change of thought, maybe he is brash.

Shutting the door behind you two, you finally express your raw emotions towards your boyfriend, engulfing him in a hug.

“I missed you”

“You came over my dorm last night” What an ass, couldn’t he just accept your affection?

“Yeah, but you go to sleep at like eight-thirty, which means I have to leave you dorm before then, and then I’m stuck in my dorm with nobody to talk to until I go to sleep at midnight, that’s about three and a half hours being alone”

“You’re so clingy… it's cute”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel less lonely since I go to sleep at like eight-thirty and leave you alone’”

Bashfully looking down at the floor rather than your boyfriend, you mumble your request.

Releasing the hug, Bakugou smirks, poking fun at your diffidence, “With that ask, I don't think you can be shy… Are you sure that's what you truly want?”

Nodding your head you look up to the red-eyed male, taking in his dilated pupils. It's always been him that you’ve desired.

Accepting your form of consent, Bakugou kisses you, enveloping your figure while you sneak your hands around his neck to deepen the embrace. And although the two of you are in a storage closet skipping out on lunch, the feeling of epinephrine dispersing within your bloodstream, inducing fast heart rates, is blissful. A salacious rendezvous with the man you’ve come to love could never hurt anyone… as long as they didn't find out.

And if one were to catch you two, would they truly stop two aroused students halfway from committing adultery? Would a teacher not be embarrassed if he/she watched as Bakugou hurriedly zips down your green skirt in order to slide his fingers inside of your warmth? Or would someone scamper along hearing the lewd mewls arising from your throat?

“You’re so loud Princess, we have to keep it down or else someone will hear us, okay?”

Yet the person to blame for such noises was Bakugou himself. One could imagine the boy having rough, unmoisturized hands from his explosive quirk, but his inheritance of glycerin allows him to easily travel in and out of you.

“You’re close aren’t you? I can tell. Your walls are contracting at a faster rate and tightening each time I pump my fingers into you. It's really hot too, especially knowing that the world believes you hate my guts when behind the scenes, I rearrange yours”.

Words cannot describe the pleasure Bakugou exposes you to. A thumb pressed against your clitoris, his middle and ring finger dug past your labia, and you’re unraveling beneath him. He has you under his full control. And how Bakugou feels will determine your release. An untroubled Bakugou can earn you multiple chances of release, whereas the current Bakugou you’re experiencing will rip your attempt at euphoria, despite you being almost there.

“Katsuki please, I was right there… I’m so close you even said it yourself” You plead, wanting to reach a climax.

“I don’t know… strenuous activities make me tired and I wouldn’t want to upset you with the hour I may fall asleep” Bakugou smirks while tasting his digits, “You taste like caramelized sugar, I wonder where that came about?”

“Suki please, don’t leave me like this”

“It’ll only be for a little while babe, but lunch is almost over, we have to go back to class. I’ll help you out at my dorm alright?”

What more could you do but nod, put back on your skirt, and pretend to hate Bakugou once more in public?

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The walk back to class was internally embarrassing. Arousal saturated your underwear, heat filling up between your legs and left you with a foggy mind. You couldn’t imagine pretending to hate Bakugou now when all you could think about was Bakugou hovering above you in his dorm room, aggressively ramming into your hole as you pleaded for mercy. But you’re in school containing students who are not Bakugou to distract you from your misery.

“Y/n pay attention to me, and why do you smell like caramel?” Well shit, is the cat out of the bag?

Looking up at the voice calling, you smile faintly in means of apologizing and mutter an incoherent response to Mina’s question.

“Sorry, and thanks I guess... It might be from the sweets I had during lunch”

“I see, well since you like sugary foods we should go to the bakery today after school, I’m sure the others would like to come too” The pinky bounces brightly.

“I can’t today, sorry! I’m super behind on work and barely understand what's going on in class, let’s go this weekend when I’m free?” What a Lie.

Fortunately, the promise of a raincheck is enough for Mina to back off from the situation and accept your rejection. Today would have been a perfect day to go out with friends, yet the blonde-headed boyfriend of yours decided to be unfair, leaving you to crave his affection. Though, the school day would be over soon enough with only two periods following lunch. And only then would you be able to gain some type of relief.

As if that ideology would be so simple.

Bakugou Katsuki is a man full of pride --rightfully achieved, of course, meaning he knew how and when to push your buttons. Right now being one of those times.

Despite wanting to pay attention in your world language class, Bakugou made it very difficult to do so. Especially knowing that he is the cause of your phone silently vibrating every three minutes in your pocket. He doesn't want you to forget he is the cause of your erotic thoughts. Rather, he’ll keep reminding you that he is controlling your excitement.

However, from the glance across the room, Bakugou didn’t look like the lead in this relationship. His eyes were majorly dilated, with his red iris visually smaller in circumference. Additionally, a prominent cherry hue spread across his cheeks, that one may call flustered from afar. Although, only the two of you understood each other’s physical response towards seduction.

Babe 💗: you look dazed

Babe 💗 : I don’t think that’s the best for someone who wants to become a hero, don't you think?

Babe 💗: this class is so important

Babe 💗: …

Babe 💗 : don’t look at me

Babe 💗: i'm not the teacher

Babe 💗: your so cute trying to ignore these texts

Oh how badly you wanted school to be over

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As the clock hit 2:45 PM, you watch everyone around you hurrying to leave the school and have freedom. And once five minutes go past, 1-A is a semi-empty classroom with two students remaining. Two hormonal, amorous, epinephrine-surged students patiently waiting for their peers to leave the school grounds, so that they can walk to the dorms together in peace.

Whilst hand-holding may be a shock to onlookers, if they had the capability to read your mind, myocardial infarction would sure to follow. Outstandingly too, if they did not foreshadow the events of you walking within the fourth floor of heights alliance and entering the second room from your left.

“Your room is so homey” You comment. Despite visiting the blonde’s dorm room on multiple occasions, the comforting aura never ceases to relax you.

“I would hope so, I don’t want to be reminded that we’ve been moved from our homes to our school campus in fear of malicious attacks against students”

“Thanks for that… truly an amazing choice of words” You sarcastically remark. Not everyone needs a reminder of the traumatic incidents students of U.A. have been through, especially when it's clear that students of 1-A (and others) have not received enough therapeutic aid to cope with the events suffered.

One would think that Bakugou of all students would be most affected by trauma, starting from falling victim to the Sludge Villain incident, to being kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains, though he shows the opposite effects. While you cannot see inside the mind of Bakugou and tell if he is extremely traumatized by the incidents and is repressing his memories as a form of coping, you can see what he is physically doing. And at this current moment, you cannot see someone disturbed by his past, but impassioned with the ideas of what is to come.

Tossing your backpack to a discarded corner of Bakugou’s dorm, you throw yourself onto his bed, relishing in the comfort of his bedsheets. You’ve always loved his bed, your favorite moments with him have occurred there. Random naps while cuddling on Saturday afternoon, binge-watching cult-classics after a big exam, or simply having Bakugou’s powerfully built arms wrapped around you like they are now is unforgettable.

“I don’t understand how you’re so built? We go to the same school, attend the same classes and both do athletic training. I mean I’m not complaining because you definitely look good, but it's interesting how my figure compares to yours”

“That's like me asking why you’re so attractive, it's just luck within life, plus I like your figure, it blends perfectly with mine”. A man with such words can only follow with actions that prove it, and the blonde was sure to do so.

Except for when his phone goes off multiple times.

“I think you should check your texts, it may be important”

Halfway sliding off of your body, Bakugou pulls his phone out of his pockets to read his text messages. “It's nothing important, Kirishima just wanted me to join him and the others to go to some bakery since you didn't want to go”

“Oh okay-” Again you were cut off by the sound of his phone going off, however this time, the alert was a long-lasting ring, signaling that Bakugou was receiving a call.

“He’s so persistent, why would I want to go to a bakery when the best dessert is in front of me”

Lightly throwing his phone on the floor of his dorm, Bakugou discards any form of human interaction outside of the bed, focusing his attention on the one he loves.

“You know I really fucking love and care for you?” You do. You fully understand his love for you, from the way his iris shrinks to the rosy pigments formulating on his cheeks when looking at you. And you’ve never once questioned his devoutness towards expressing his adoration for you.

In moments like these, where Bakugou gently strips clothing from your body admiring every crevice, you know the two of you are in love. The boy may come off as an entitled brat, but when push comes to shove, he will bend over backwards trying to make you feel happy.

“You’re so mushy when you're in the feels”

“Oh forgive me for wanting to praise my girlfriend”

“I’m joking, but it is nice to know the feeling is reciprocated”

His silence you took as acknowledgment. ‘I love you too’ was a phrase you didn’t say often, it sounds too forced. Being obligated to say a phrase in return is meaningless when both parties understand each other’s feelings. And it's even more worthless when the actions committed speak louder than words. Bakugou does not need to hear you say ‘I love you’ constantly when he knows you dragging the zipper down of his pants and springing free his cock from the restraints of his underwear means the same thing.

And when you free yourself from the fondling of your boyfriend to meet your lips with the tip of his enraged dick, Bakugou has fallen prey to submission. Having yet to insert the body part into your mouth, you take notice of the male in front of you. Cheeks flushes, head lolled back, visible veins peeking from his sand-colored skin, and light pants as a result of excitement. Hot.

One kiss to his head and you feel a little twitch. He wouldn’t last long. Understanding that thought you decide to mess with the male, putting half of his length within your mouth and pumping the other half. It was a shame he toyed with you earlier, now he’d face the repercussions. Light squelches filled the quiet air, and Bakugou’s groans got increasingly vocal overtime. The combination forming a sexual melody awaiting to be abruptly paused.

Releasing your lips from the now wet surface of the blonde’s dick, you hear the annoyed groan of the male. “Why’d you stop?”

“I’m sorry were you close?”

“Obviously, but that doesn’t answer my question”

“It’s just that strenuous activities make me tired Suki, and I wouldn’t to make you upset if I accidentally fell asleep”

Tch. The little sound of irritation fell from Bakugou’s mouth, only signaled one thing, rough sex.

“How I’ve come to date such a slutty brat is beyond me. Getting back at me isn’t going to help you in this situation. All you’ll receive is a punishment, though knowing you, you’ll probably enjoy it”

Although enticed by the proposition, you failed to speak out after being muffled by your boyfriend. Your own skirt which the male had managed to take off earlier now laid scrunched up in your mouth. In addition to that, your arms were now constricted by a gold-rimmed belt.

And while whining in complaint about the new restrictions placed on you, Bakugou alters your kneeling position into one laying beneath him. The primal glare he sends you would signal fear to others, however, you know that the fun is only about to begin.

Widening your legs apart Bakugou spares no time plunging two fingers into you, stretching the pair apart. Despite being unable to speak, your moans are heard loud enough by your boyfriend to increase his speed. Every sound encouraging the male to continue to berate your walls.

Thinking that the punishment you’ll receive is overstimulation by being one step away from ecstasy, you’re disturbed by the sudden absence of feeling in your core.

“I didn’t say you could come”

Twice today he’d done that. One denial was not enough for him, and that’s when you identified your mistake. Bakugou had the power to reject your advances to climax however many times he’d like. Maybe being a brat today wasn’t the best idea.

Granted that Bakugou could undeniably be the most ruthless person when it comes to sex, today marked the first time he’d ever advanced into you without warning. The thrusts he implemented assaulting your hole. Even so, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My god Y/n, you’re so tight, so perfectly made to take my dick”

“You make it so easy for me to unravel within the warmth of your pussy”

“Fuck I’m so close baby, I’m sure you are too”

He wasn’t wrong. The magnitude of the thrusts presented plus the physical restraints and multiple orgasm denials has sped up your ability to reach a climax. You were a mess underneath the man, hoping that soon he would grant you the gift of release. And by the looks of it, Bakugou would provide you with it soon. His cock inconsistently twitching in your warmth, notifying both you and him that he would come soon.

So when the removal of your gag began, you were not surprised. He was close and needed the extra aid of your uncovered moans to aid him to let go. Bare lewd noises ricocheted from the walls of Bakugou’s dorm, and you became thankful that Kirishima went to a bakery rather than located next door. Though had he been, he would have been overhearing an occasion so pornographic, one would think you’re in the business.

They wouldn’t be fully wrong either. Whilst uploading an adult video while training to be pro-heroes sounds absurd, Bakugou has no problem taping to two of you in the act. It may be the idea of possibly getting the video leaked or a similar exhibitionist-like kink, but the blonde constantly acts to videotape during sex.

“This would be perfect on video. The noises you make before you come are so fucking hot I’d replay them until the end of time”

Yet Bakugou is gravely mistaken. Yes, the noises you exhale are angelic, but compared to the rugged groan he calls while releasing his load in you is divine, and never fails in making you follow suit. So when you recognize that tone in addition to the feeling of warmth coating the inside of your walls, you have no choice but to mirror his actions.

“You’re so perfect” He states, slipping himself from your cunt and delivering pecks to your lips while he unbuckles his belt from your wrists. Post-sex always has Bakugou sappy, but how could you complain.

Wrapping your freed arms around his neck, you pull the male closer to your embrace while nuzzling your nose into his neck. You felt the rapid pace of his heartbeat begin to slow down.

“Are you guys done, because I still haven’t received a response from Bakugou about if he wanted to go to the bakery or not?” What the fuck.

“Did you not press decline when answering Kirishima’s phone?”

“I thought I did…”

“Is that a no or?”

“Of course it's a fucking no, and don’t tell anyone else what you heard. Why were you even listen-” He hung up.

“You think we can go another day pretending to hate each other?”

“Nope… he definitely told the entire class”

“That's a shame, it was fun having them think I hate your guts”

“Awe how tragic… now get up so we can clean you off, heroes in training don't get UTIs”

How sweet.

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The trek to school the next day seemed no different than the past. You woke up early to walk to class with Bakugou and strolled the corridors. Only this time while sauntering into homeroom, nobody greeted the couple at the door, rather class 1-A smiled awkwardly as you held hands walking to your seats. Although you wouldn’t have known the reason for the tension in the classroom had Kaminari not jokingly mumble to Sero that he would’ve never expected the blonde to be an exhibitionist.

“Hm, if I recall correctly, I said not to tell anyone”

“I’m sorry my phone was on speaker when I called you” Great.

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imlovethomassanders · 3 years

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Eyes are the Windows to the Soul(mates) - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

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One last huge thank you to @strongindependentcheesecake for beta reading this whole thing. I appreciate it.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Summary: The lucky few who have a soulmate are born with heterochromia, with their left eye being the color of their soulmate’s eyes and their right eye being their own color. Not only was Virgil one of the lucky few to have a soulmate, but he was given four. His left eye changed colors every time he blinked, rotating between his four soulmates’ eye colors. His rotating eye colors caused him to be a bit of an outcast growing up, but when he finally leaves for college, things start to fall into place. This is the journey of five strangers finding each other.

Pairings: DLAMP with background Remile

Warnings: None I believe

Words: 4999

Taglist: @touchstarvedvirgil @lamp-calm-sanders @ninjago2020 @confinesofpersonalknowledge @secret-novelisthost18 @phander-sides @sherlock-lives-on-bakerstreet @bookbingingproblem @viana-dascolli @sharktryingtofly @crofters-n-falsehoods @turnedthefreakingfrogsgay @little-kat07 @romano-hottopic

Patton was very, very, very excited. It was finally time. They had all finished school and they were finally moving in together!!

Patton couldn't help but be giddy as he helped bring up boxes into their shared condo. While it was more expensive than getting an apartment, with four of them (hopefully five, soon!), the extra space was very much needed.

Patton was just so happy to finally have his three soulmates together. He couldn't help but constantly be hugging on one of them. While it was a bit inconvenient while they were unpacking boxes, none of them dared complain about it when Patton was pressing such soft kisses all over their faces.

When they had unpacked enough boxes to be considered livable, they all collapsed onto the mattress on the floor, their bed frame coming later that week.

"We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. We can not live off the snack cakes and cheez-itz Patton brought," Logan said.

"That's how I lived throughout high school," Virgil said.

"I can not and will not let you resume such a diet," Logan responded.

"Well tonight, I'm ordering take-out," Roman said as he pulled out his phone.

Nobody objected. They were all too tired to even think of going to buy things to cook with. And then they'd have to unpack the dishes and dear god Patton was getting exhausted just thinking about it.

Forty minutes and a bunch of Chinese take-out containers later, the four of them were back on the mattress.

"The spare room can be a studio!" Roman mused. "Logan and I can use it for our writings while you two can use it to paint."

"I am quite excited to get the bookshelves up," Logan said. "The new ones we bought are very nice."

"I'll finally have a good place to keep all my records, and- hey, Pat? Are you okay?"

Patton wiped the tears that had quietly fallen down his face.

"It's just... I'm so happy to finally have all of us in a home together."

Virgil gave him a lopsided grin and pulled him against his chest. "I promise, the feeling is mutual."

"Well... almost all of us," Roman said, a hint of sadness in his smile. Patton paused to look at all of them, their beautiful eyes along with the golden one of their unfound soulmate.

"We'll find them soon," Patton whispered. "I'm sure."

"...I wonder what they'll think," Virgil muttered into Patton's hair. "When they find out that the four of us have been together for a while."

"I pray they're not alone," Roman muttered as he moved to spoon Vigil, reaching for Logan over Patton. "We've been so lucky to find each other..."

"It accomplishes nothing to fret over it," Logan said as he turned on his side beside Patton and took Roman's hand. "We will meet them when the time is right."

"I know," Patton huffed as he leaned against Logan. "But I can't help but be impatient."

"I wonder what they're like," Roman mused.

"Lovely. Amazing. Perfect," Patton suggested.

"Let's not set too high expectations," Logan said. "Whoever they are, they will be wonderfully flawed and wonderfully human. Not perfect."

"Hmmm, I don't know about that, Specs," Roman said with his cocky grin. "You all thoroughly and fantastically beat all my expectations."

Logan scoffed, but didn't feel like starting an argument.

Patton yawned, soon followed by Roman, then Virgil, then finally Logan.

"We really should put sheets on the mattress," Logan said, though made no effort to move.

"Yeah, probably," Patton sighed. No one moved.

"Okay," Virgil said after a moment as he pushed himself out of Roman's arms, causing Roman to whine at the loss. "Let's go get ready for bed. We can not afford a dentist's visit for cavities so get up."

Roman groaned as he fell on his back, but eventually pushed himself up alongside Patton and Logan.

Logan did manage to persuade them to put bed sheets on the mattress, and as soon as the four of them had their arms around each other they immediately fell asleep, the busy day finally catching up to them.

Virgil huffed as he pulled his hoodie tighter around him. Though he had lived here for a few months now, he still wasn't used to the large crowds and today the crowd seemed worse than usual. People were touching him from all angles and he just wanted to get home.

He stared at his phone, doing his best to text Patton while watching where he was walking. He thought he was doing an okay job when he accidently hit shoulders with another pedestrian.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Virgil said as he quickly got on his knees to help pick up the things that had fallen out of the stranger's arms: a book on philosophy, a stack of notes titled "Moral and Political Philosophy", a copy of "Lord of the Flies," and a pamphlet called "How to Care for Your Royal Python."

The stranger said nothing as he pushed up his sunglasses and quickly grabbed the papers on the ground. Virgil glanced up to see sharp cheekbones and scarring on the left side of the stranger's face. He glanced back down before he could observe much closer details, not wanting to be caught staring.

He handed the last of the papers to the stranger, and the stranger walked off with a huff. Virgil, rattled by the whole encounter, now really just wanted to get home.

"Hello!" a chorus of calls came from the living room when Virgil opened the front door. Virgil smiled as he slipped off his shoes and he heard the sound of Patton running up to him.

Patton wrapped his arms tightly around Virgil's neck and Virgil held back, grin growing larger.

Patton eventually pulled back to press a quick kiss to Virgil's lips, then leaned back to look at Virgil's face when his smile dropped and his eyes widened.

"What?" Virgil asked anxiously as his grip tightened around Patton.

"Virgil, your eyes!" Patton exclaimed. That got the attention of Logan and Roman, and Virgil heard the couch shift before the two walked around the corner.

"What about them?"

Patton frowned. "You... you don't know?"

Roman gasped and Logan's eyes widened as well, and Virgil ran to the front bathroom.

His face paled when he saw what they were talking about. In the mirror, two gray eyes were staring at him.

It could've been anyone. How many people had he talked to today? The attendant at the subway, the woman he sat next to, the barista, the employees at the art store, the man he bumped into, the woman at the crosswalk-

"Virgil?" Patton asked quietly. Virgil glanced to the doorway to see the three of them looking at him with worried expressions. It was just then that Virgil realized he was struggling to breathe.

He reached for them and immediately Logan took his hands in his, guiding him to sit on the toilet lid as Logan led him through his breathing.

"I- I don't know who," Virgil said. "I never noticed anyone's eyes today. I wasn't paying attention, I-"

Roman shushed him gently as he squatted down to be eye level with Virgil. "It'll be okay, love," he assured. "We'll find them. We know they're here, in the city. I'm sure one of us will run into them soon."

Virgil just nodded as Roman ran his hand up and down Virgil's arm. He let himself lean against Roman, head resting on his shoulder, trying to ignore his running thoughts of what is their soulmate is just a tourist and they leave the city before they get to meet them, or what if it's forever until they meet again because the city's population is so large and-

"Virgil, dear, you're spiraling," Logan said as he squeezed Virgil's hands, causing Virgil to blink back into focus.

"Come to the couch with us, hm?" Roman asked as he placed gentle kisses on Virgil's head.

"We'll watch your favorite movie?" Patton asked. Virgil couldn't help but smile. They were trying to distract him from his own thoughts. It wasn't easy, but a few kisses and cuddles were usually enough to at least quiet them down a bit.

"Yeah, okay."

It was only a few days later as Roman was rushing down the subway station steps. Today was an audition he really wanted to make, so of course it was just his luck that he was almost running late. He quickly swiped his card and went through the turnstile, running towards the subway platform.

Panic rushed through him as he saw the doors closing. And in a move that he would call "brave" and Logan and Virgil would call "idiotic", he risked it. He ran towards the door and just barely made it through, though his momentum caused him to run straight into someone standing, causing them to let go of the hand rail and stumble back.

The man glared at him as he pushed Roman off, dusting off his shirt and readjusting his messenger bag.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies. I didn't... mean... to..." Roman trailed off. He saw a man with a large scar down the left side of his face, sharp cheekbones, and some of the prettiest eyes he had even seen. His right eye was golden brown, while his left was Patton's green. The man's eyes widened as he watched Roman's left eye morph from his gold into Roman's own dark brown, and a large grin grew on Roman's face.

The subway started and Roman was jolted forward. His soulmate reached out and steadied him.

"Hi," Roman said breathlessly.

"...Hi."

Neither said anything for a moment when his soulmate realized he was still holding onto Roman and quickly let go.

"I'm Roman."

"I'm-"

"One of the most gorgeous men I've ever had the privilege of seeing?" Roman said, so quietly he was almost worried his soulmate didn't hear it, but the slight blush growing on his cheeks told him that he did.

"I'm Janus."

"You have no idea how wonderful it is to have finally found you."

"I believe I have a better idea than you think."

Roman flushed.

"I see you've met the others," Janus said, just a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Which one did I happen to run into that day?"

"Virgil," Roman smiled. "You met Virgil. He'll be really glad I found you. He was really freaking out about it."

"Virgil," Janus repeated quietly to himself.

"And there's Patton, the green, and Logan, the blue. Oh, you must let me bring you to the apartment, they'll adore you. They'll be so excited when I tell them-"

Roman was interrupted by the subway intercom announcing its arrival to the next station. Alarm shot through Roman when he realized this was his stop, but he had something much more important to attend to now.

"This is your stop?" Janus asked, though it wasn't really a question. "Where are you headed?"

"An audition," Roman said as the subway came to a stop. Roman hadn't grabbed hold of the handrail and had to be yet again saved by Janus to keep from stumbling. "But it's not that important."

Janus raised his eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"I can skip. Let me take you somewhere. Have you had lunch yet? I-"

"Oh, stop," Janus said as the doors opened. He grabbed a pen from his bag and took Roman's arm, pushing up his coat sleeve to quickly write his number. "I have a job interview to go to. And even if I didn't, I would not let you sacrifice your audition for a date."

Date. Date. It clicked in Roman's mind that he would not be able to take this gorgeous man out on dates and he felt his face grow red again.

"Call me when you're finished," Janus said as he pulled Roman's coat sleeve back down.

He then proceeded to take Roman's hand in his and bend down to kiss it gingerly. "And good luck," he looked up and said with what he knew was a charming smirk. He then proceeded to nearly push Roman off the subway right before the doors closed, Leaving Roman a bit flustered and speechless on the subway platform.

Roman walked out of that audition room fucking delighted. Using his newfound excitement and adrenaline, he felt he did really well at the audition, and the director and casting director seemed to like him pretty well. He was feeling good about his chances.

But now he could finally do what he truly wanted to do the whole time. He pulled out his phone and called Janus.

"Janus?" Roman asked as soon as the line was answered.

"Hello, Roman," Janus replied. And though Roman barely knew him, he could already hear the confident grin that accompanied the lilt in his voice. "Doing well?"

"Doing fantastic. I think it went really well. I think I really captured the intricacies of the character, and not to brag but I'm pretty sure the director loved me. She said that I- Oh. Uh. How did your interview go?"

Janus chuckled. "It went well. I'm glad to hear your audition did, as well. Care to tell me about it over tea?"

Roman was already too far gone. "I'd love that."

"I picked a spot a few blocks away from the subway station you got off. I'll text you the address. Shall I order you a drink?"

This cafe was not one of the quick and cheap coffee grabs Roman and Virgil would go to each morning. This one was larger, not crammed between two other buildings. It had floor to ceiling windows with hanging plants surrounding the edges. And inside, sitting at a table by the window, was Janus - sipping a cup of tea and reading.

Roman couldn't help the large grin that grew on his face when he saw Janus. The bell above the door dinged and a smile also grew on Janus' face when he looked up and saw Roman.

"Don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this-"

"I ordered your tea," Janus' smooth voice interrupted Roman's thoughts. "I also asked for honey. I know actors swear by it."

"Thank you," Roman smiled as he sat down, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

"So you're an actor?" Janus asked as he lifted his tea to his lips. Roman flashed a grin he hoped was confident as his hands gripped his pants.

"Indeed I am!" Roman said. "I have a degree in theatre and have been acting my whole life."

Roman's knuckles turned white in his lap. He was unfamiliar with nerves that weren't the exciting rush before going onstage - these nerves made his leg shake and teeth clench, no matter how hard he tried to smile his mouth into relaxation.

"What about you? What do you do?" Roman asked as he made sure his hands weren't shaking before picking up his own cup.

"I'm getting my doctorate in philosophy, but with exams coming up I'd rather not spend a second thinking about it longer than I have to. Please, I'd love to hear more about you."

Roman desperately tried to think of anything he knew about philosophy, but of course his final soulmate would major in the one class Roman had to drop in college.

"What would you like to know?"

"What about me scares you?"

Roman quickly looked up from his teacup to look at Janus' face.

"Wha- Nothing about you scares me! Why would you say that?"

"Honey, your leg has been shaking nonstop and you won't look at me."

Roman gaped as he put his cup down. Janus' face fell just a tad, and Roman wouldn't have been able to tell if he hadn't been only focusing on Janus' expression.

"It's the scar, isn't it? I know it's off putting-"

"No!" Roman exclaimed, a bit louder than he meant to. "No. Trust me, I have been taken by your beauty the moment I saw you. The scar doesn't bother me at all."

Janus blinked in surprise before quickly recovering.

"If not that, then what's got you scared, dear?"

Roman hesitated before sitting back in his chair.

"When I met Logan, I met up with him in a coffee shop. I then proceeded to thoroughly fuck up the entire conversation. It took two weeks before we were able to spend time together like soulmates are supposed to."

"And you didn't want to fuck up this one?" Janus asked. Roman nodded, avoiding Janus' gaze.

Roman was startled when a gloved hand reached over and gently tiled his face up. Janus was looking at him with soft eyes, juxtaposed only by the huge smirk on his face.

"Roman, honey, I don't know the situation with Logan, but when a handsome man literally falls into my arms, what else am I supposed to do but be utterly taken?"

Roman blushed, and his embarrassment only grew when he chased after the hand that Janus took off his face. Janus chuckled and took Roman's hand across the table.

"The man the universe just gave me then proceeds to compliment me then offers to drop everything to spend time with me? How sweet. Naive, and a bit foolish, but so incredibly sweet."

Janus ran his thumb over Roman's knuckles the whole time. He leaned in across the table, and Roman couldn't help but follow.

"Trust me, dear Roman. Beautiful, courteous Roman. You don't have to worry about me."

And Roman was already gone.

Virgil was just lounging on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr when Patton got the phone call from Roman. He was going to bring their final soulmate to their home.

The first thing Virgil felt was relief. Relief that he hadn't screwed up, and that he hadn't missed the chance to find their final piece.

The second thing Virgil felt was joy. The three of them were ecstatic as Patton and Logan quickly tried to tidy up the apartment. Finally, after so many years of waiting, they were finally going to see them - they were on their way to their home.

The last thing Virgil felt was, unsurprisingly, anxiety. What if their final soulmate didn't like him? What if he somehow screwed up the introductions and their soulmate decided they didn't want anything to do with him? It didn't matter that Virgil had done this three times prior - meeting new people always stressed Virgil out, especially when the person was so important.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only twenty minutes), they heard the lock on the front door click. Patton reached for both Logan and Virgil's hands and squeezed them, and Virgil didn't know if it was to calm him or Patton himself.

Roman walked in with a wide smile on his face, and the man who followed behind him made Virgil's breath hitch.

He was even more gorgeous than Virgil remembered from the day they had run into each other. Here, Virgil could truly appreciate his features. And with no sunglasses to cover his eyes, Virgil got to watch as his eye faded from green, then blue, and finally into his own light brown.

Virgil couldn't help but glance over to Patton and Logan. Their eyes were both now only green and blue respectively, and Virgil felt a wave of fondness tighten in his chest. Their eyes were so perfect, so them. Part of Virgil knew he'd miss seeing his partners' eyes in each other, but most of him now was just in love with how beautiful they were.

Roman closed the door behind them.

"So this is-"

Before Roman could finish speaking, Patton cried out an "Oh!" and launched himself at the unsuspecting man, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

The man was startled, and awkwardly patted Patton's back, but did nothing to push him away.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" Patton was crying. Their soulmate's mouth twitched up in a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you, too."

Patton reluctantly let go of their soulmate and gave him a sheepish smile.

"I'm Patton."

"Janus."

"Logan." Logan stepped forward and held out his hand. Janus shook it while Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing. It was an odd time to be so practical, Virgil thought, but another fond wave washed through him because that's just how Logan was.

Janus then looked over at Virgil.

"I've met you."

"Yeah, um. Sorry about that. Running into you I mean," Virgil said and immediately winced. Janus raised an eyebrow.

"Come sit!" Patton said as he ushered the four of them into the living room. "I'll make coffee! Or tea. Or cocoa. Which do you like, Janus?"

Virgil watched as Janus placed his now empty tea mug on a coaster. He couldn't help but watch him, even if it made him feel extremely creepy. He was a bit overwhelmed from the suddenness of everything, so he wasn't speaking very much. Janus didn't seem to mind as he conversed with the others.

Virgil could tell the others (and himself, if he was being honest) already adored Janus. With his smooth voice and sharp wit, it was easy to be captivated.

Patton, who was sitting in between Janus and Virgil on the couch, heard Virgil's stomach grumbled once the afternoon started to meld into evening. With all the excitement earlier in the day, Virgil had forgotten to eat lunch and hadn't thought about it until now.

After shoving a granola bar in Virgil's hands, Patton offered to pick up food from a nearby restaurant. Logan went with him, and Virgil graciously let Roman lead the conversation.

"I just prefer the more classic musicals of Broadway," Janus said with a wave of his hand as he reclined into the couch. "Many of the new musicals are too poppy for me."

"Even so, the new ones are so good!" Roman said as he leaned forward in his chair. Virgil himself leaned against the arm of the couch, waiting for a moment he felt comfortable interjecting. "Modern musicals may not have the same charm as the classics, but that doesn't make the music or script any less enjoyable."

"Don't even get me started on the Hollywood takeover of Broadway," Janus said. "I am so tired of these musical adaptations of movies. We need to stop letting film companies take the theatres and give chances to new playwrights and original stories."

"That... you're mostly right on. But the Mean Girls musical has some bops."

Janus opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Roman's phone ringing. By the scowl on Roman's face, Virgil knew he was going to decline, but then Roman hesitated.

"I don't mind if you take the call," Janus assured him. Roman gave him a grateful smile and answered it just before the final ring.

As Roman went to take the call in the bedroom, Virgil tried to quell the anxiety rising in him. It must've been important for Roman to have answered it at this time. Virgil hoped it wasn't an emergency. Maybe it was Remus calling him just to propose another crazy scheme of his - Roman could never ignore his brother. But it also could've been a phone call bearing bad news - Something happened to Remus, or Remy, or Emile, or something else terrible that would warrant Roman to interrupt his time with his new soulmate-

"Are you alright?" Janus asked, snapping Virgil from his spiraling thoughts. Virgil grimaced but gave him a smile anyways.

"Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment."

Janus looked Virgil up and down, making Virgil squirm under his gaze.

"Do I frighten you?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Virgil said. He sighed and turned more towards Janus. "I'm sorry. I just get inside my own head and freak out sometimes. You've been nothing but wonderful this whole time. I'm sor-"

"You don't have to apologize if you're anxious, Virgil," Janus said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Virgil gaped for a moment. While of course the others accepted his anxiety, it took a bit of a learning curve for them to get used to it. No one had immediately told him before that they didn't mind.

"But I shouldn't be," Virgil eventually huffed, sitting up straighter and just a bit closer to Janus. "We're supposedly made for each other - I know we're going to get along so why does my brain tell me I'm going to mess it up?"

"That's what anxiety does, babe."

Virgil barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, you're right."

"So let me ask again now. Are you alright?"

Virgil thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah. For real this time."

Janus opened his arms, and Virgil graciously accepted.

"I'm so happy we found you," Virgil murmured into Janus' chest as Janus wrapped his arms securely around Virgil. "I had been so worried these last few days - worried that we'd never find you again, or that it'd be years-"

"You don't need to worry anymore," Janus said with a smile. "I'm right here where you need me."

The bedroom door opened, and Virgil automatically went to sit up, but Janus gently coaxed him into leaning against his side - not tightly enough to force him, just enough to show him that it's fine, and Virgil reminded himself that neither Janus or Roman would judge him.

Roman smiled when he saw the two of them, but his eyes were heavy and Janus and Virgil frowned.

"Is everything okay?" Virgil asked. "Who called?"

"Yes, everything's fine. Don't worry, my little stormcloud. It was just audition results from the one last week. I didn't make the callback."

"Oh, Roman. I'm so sorry," Virgil said. He sat away from Janus, who moved to encourage him back, but stopped once Virgil waved Roman over. Roman immediately moved to sit between them, laying his head on Virgil's shoulder as Virgil held him and Janus took his hands, running his thumbs over Roman's knuckles.

"You'll make one of them someday. You're so talented." Virgil assured him.

"It's so hard to get started," Roman sighed. "They're more likely to cast people they know, but how are they going to know me if I never get casted?"

"The people that ignore your talents aren't worth your time anyway," Janus said. "If they're more focused on relations rather than talent, that's not a production you want to be associated with."

Roman gave him a weak smile and went to sit up straight.

"Don't let me burden you both with my dilemmas this joyous night," Roman said. "Please, continue telling me about your classes, Janus."

Janus just sighed. "I just told Virgil not to be ashamed of his anxiety. You, Roman, do not need to be ashamed of being disappointed.

"I hate to bother you-"

"You're not bothering me, nor Virgil I'm sure. There's no shame in seeking comfort when you need it," Janus leaned closer to Roman. "I want you to take care of yourself. No bottling up feelings, okay?"

Roman nodded.

"Good."

Janus sat up straight.

"Also, if you'd like, I'd be happy to help you with your monologues and scenes. I myself used to do theatre work."

Roman's face lit up again. "Oh really?"

Janus nodded.

Virgil was almost as happy as Roman to hear it. While of course he and Logan and Patton helped Roman when they could, Virgil knew they weren't exactly the best scene partners to work with.

"I would love that. Is there a chance I could also get you to sing for me, my star?"

It was Janus' turn to blush, and with that Roman seemed to have gained his confidence again as he sat up to tease Janus, who snapped at him in return, but his smile showed it held no real malice.

Virgil rested his chin on Roman's shoulder as the two quipped back and forth. Logan and Patton got back home shortly after. Janus encouraged Roman to tell Logan and Patton what happened over the phone, and two of them took no time to comfort him.

Once dinner was done, Patton was insistent on making Roman's favorite red velvet cupcakes.

"You don't have to put in that trouble for me," Roman had said.

"Your smile is worth it," Patton replied. Roman had gone a deep red and couldn't muster up any further protests.

It was cramped in the kitchen. Virgil was sitting on the counter, mostly just handing utensils to who needed it, while Patton and Janus made batter. Logan had started on frosting while Patton insisted that Roman did need to help - these were for him, after all! So Roman floated from person to person, stealing hugs and kisses where he could get it.

Patton booped some batter onto Janus' nose and kissed it off, which had been too adorable to process.

Virgil watched as Roman made the rounds into Janus' arms. Janus was the only one tall enough to be eye level with Roman. Roman's expression turned from blissed to thoughtful to hesitant. Janus, ever intuitive, knew what he was thinking and leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to Roman's lips. Roman's smile grew wide and his cheeks grew red as he rested his forehead on Janus'

Virgil himself could feel his heart swelling with happiness. He watched as Logan and Janus were able to discuss and debate about far more things than the rest of them could understand. Janus and Roman were able to throw clever nicknames at each other, their sharp wits bouncing off the other's. Janus was able to make Patton grow blushy and giggly almost as fast as Roman, using that smooth lilt in his voice to fluster him almost immediately.

Then Janus thought back to their brief time together on the couch - when strong arms held him tightly and grounded him, letting him know that he was safe - and Virgil knew that they were finally complete.

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asterekmess · 4 years

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Somebody tickled my salty-bone (in a good way. I love you. thank you.) and now I wanna vent about the absolute shitshow that is Stiles and Scott’s friendship.

Forewarning, I have a v faulty memory and I like to ramble. So. Obligatory Read More.

hoo boy. Now look, I am a salty little sea witch. I don’t like Scott. I love me some Stiles. Listen, I want to acknowledge here that Stiles isn’t perfect. He’s not the best friend that could ever friend, especially not at the beginning of the show. Yeah, he says stuff that riles Scott up. And yeah, he chucks lacrosse balls at Scott bc he’s pissed off at him. And he gets him beat up by blaming him for keying a car. These are objectively shitty things.

Now on to Scott. I’m starting at the beginning, because some brit chick told me once it’s a good place to start. It’s an anti-scott favorite to point out Star Wars. But I wanna talk about the history of Stiles and Scott’s friendship in general. We’re not explicitly told how long they’ve been friends. It’s implied “for ages” but there’s a lot of evidence that points to them not knowing each other until later (my preference is the 5th grade, just after Stiles’ mom died).

Stiles had a boa once, apparently. But Scott doesn’t know this. Stiles was apparently friends with Heather since they were in diapers but Scott doesn’t know her. Stiles has panic attacks and apparently a social anxiety disorder, but Scott has no clue about it.

Stiles doesn’t actually share many, if any, passions/interests with Scott besides Lacrosse. We know Stiles can skate, but Scott has never done it before Ice Pick episode. We know Stiles has other friends like Heather, but they’ve somehow never been introduced to Scott. Stiles plays videogames “Online gaming community that battles mythical creatures” but Scott has no clue what he’s talking about. Stiles has a favorite movie series that Scott has never watched. Scott, if I’m honest, got totally shafted by the show. He has no interests. We see a little dartboard on his wall in his room. We see posters. But he doesn’t do ANYTHING except play lacrosse and go to work at the vet. Then he gets a motorbike, which I guess....is supposed to count as a personality trait? We know jack-shit about Scott’s hobbies, even though he’s the main character. And what we do know is in Negatives. We know he has a shit vocabulary. We know he doesn’t like to read. (at least...before his “better Scott McCall program”) We know he doesn’t bowl. We know he sucks at literally all school related things. We know he has literally no other friends besides Stiles, until he becomes a werewolf.

But to me, what stands out is how...unobliging Scott is about their friendship?

It’s established that Scott usually runs around with Stiles when he’s got an idea, yeah. Two bros being dumbasses. Got it. But Stiles clearly has this whole mentality/joke view of them that’s Batman & Robin “I don’t wanna be Robin all the time” but Scott just sort of...shuts him down? “No one’s batman and robin any of the time”

I acknowledge that it’s a sort of tense situation...kind of? He’s sneaking into an empty bus lot to go sniff at the crime scene. He’s not really in danger here? But his tone of voice is so dismissive? Like he’s completely confused that Stiles would ever think that. But if they’ve been friends for ages, why would he only just now be finding out about it? And why would he dismiss it if they’re that close?

Then, of course, there’s Star Wars. Like...fine, whatever, Scott doesn’t like Star Wars. Except that it’s not that he doesn’t like it. It’s that he refuses to watch it. He knows nothing about Stiles’ favorite movie? He gets frustrated when Stiles makes Star Wars jokes because he doesn’t get them. But even KiRA is willing to watch it, and he just laughs about it.

Jackson and Lydia were supposed to be garbage to each other, but she still watched lacrosse videos with him and he watched The Notebook however many times Lydia wanted. If the couple we’re supposed to think is shitty is more kind to each other than Scott is to Stiles, what am I supposed to take away from that?

There’s also the part where he never just...believes Stiles? Not unless it’s in his favor. Sure, it sounds crazy that Stiles tells him he’s a werewolf and he’s gonna go crazy on a full moon. But Scott watched his bite completely disappear. He knows the shit he did on the field was bizarre and physically impossible for him. He doesn’t need his inhaler anymore. He heard Allison talking from Outside the School. There’s so much evidence to back Stiles up here, it’s ridiculous. And Scott still won’t believe him. Stiles tells Scott he thinks Matt’s the killer. Scott asks him why, Stiles doesn’t have an answer, and Scott immediately shuts him down. He tells Scott that it isn’t Lydia, and Scott argues with him, citing a test that he later admits he thinks is bullshit! Stiles tells Scott that virgins are being sacrificed and he’s scared he’ll be next, Scott laughs at him. Stiles tells Scott he thinks he was the one who wrote that shit on the board, the one who planted the bomb. Scott refuses to listen to him. He warns him about Theo, gets completely blown off. And Stiles is almost never wrong. But Scott continues to ignore him and refuses to believe him. Meanwhile Stiles believes Scott about Derek being dangerous. He believes Scott about Derek being the one in the bus. About how Peter is going after Allison (He must be going after Allison, the national archery finalist who’s always surrounded by hunters. Surely she’s “vulnerable.” It’s not like there’s someone way more vulnerable following Scott around, someone that Peter might force into helping him find Derek? HMMM?) Think about it, when does Stiles ever doubt Scott?

How he outright ignores Stiles just constantly? Even after he loses his temper with Stiles in the room in episode 1, he still goes to the Fucking Party. Even after Stiles tells him he can’t be in lacrosse anymore because it’s too dangerous, he ‘tries’ to quit and when he’s told that if he won’t play one game, he’s off first line, he outright ignores Stiles and fights with him until Stiles backs off and lets him play, where he proceeds to do EXACTLY what Stiles and Derek thought he would, and loses control. If ALlison hadn’t been there. People would have died. A kid from the other team saw Scott’s wolf eyes. He exposed himself! Then there’s the parts where he just pretends Stiles doesn’t exist. When he goes to hang out with Allison, and Stiles can’t get him on the phone, and when he finally answers he admits “did you get my texts?” “Yeah, all nine million of them” that he was literally just refusing to text Stiles back while he sat in the car with Allison and did nothing else. He won’t tell Stiles where he’s going, and he turns his phone off once they get to the woods. He also turns his phone off while Stiles is trying to take care of Derek, who IS POISONED and Bleeding and SHOT. Instead of trying to do anything he willfully ignores it and makes out with Allison, then wanders the house with Allison, then eats dinner with the family. He could’ve pulled the ‘i need to use the restroom’ ANY FUCKING TIME. He could’ve explained in a text at ANY TIME what he was doing and why it was taking so long. he just refused. When Stiles calls at the pool, Scott has no reason to hang up. Yeah, the phone made noise while it was ringing but after he hung up on Stiles he continued to just sit there with Allison and whisper to each other. He could’ve fucking talked on the phone! There was NOthing stopping him!

Then there’s how much danger he’s happy to put Stiles in? Like, he still hated Derek and thought he was a dangerous thug, while ignoring Stiles’ messages and leaving him alone with Derek. They knew Jackson was dangerous and had attacked Stiles before, and he left Stiles alone in the van with him?? Jackson wouldn’t need to break out of the vehicle, just the cuffs and Stiles would be dead. But for some reason Scott goes to school? LIke yeah I get it. He might fail his classes. But Stiles gave up first line just to check if Scott’s mom was the Alpha. Why couldn’t allison have watched Jackson with an arrow pointed at his head? She was better equipped than Stiles and in no danger of failing classes.

Look, I know I’m only talking about the first couple seasons but I have a rlly bad memory and I haven’t seen s3a or s3b in a long ass time. (gonna have to watch ‘em later tho while I work on the rewrite)

There’s probably more I’m missing. I’m just so damn cranky and sad. I’ll probably add more eventually when I get mad enough abt it.

#personal #Meta Ramblings #rant #anti-scott mccall #should I not be putting these 'read more' things in?#there's a weirdly big descrepancy in notes between my rants with read more's and my rants without

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yinyanchan · 3 years

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Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 1

Wanted to post this for my birthday. You guys get to see it here first before the parts are combined and put on AO3. I will update when that happens as I’d like to do POV’s I’ve written for housemates and Zoot Suit Riot as well. The rating on it will be M as we do have a lot a pervs to cover and well Lucky being Lucky.

Summary: In which Blue and Orange from Housemates end up getting sucked through the still active machine in the basement of the house and swaps them with Lucky (Underswap Mafia Sans) and Strike (Underswap Mafia Papyrus) from my fic. Zoot Suit Riot. If you haven’t read Zoot Suit Riot… you are in for a treat with Lucky. Rating is what is and you will find out soon enough.

Check it out under the cut!

Blue was cleaning up near the dryer as Orange was helping him fold clothes in the basement. Both of them zoned out at what they were doing… until…

“You hear that bro?” Orange looks around. He faintly hears a soft whirring sound but both the dryer and washing machine were off.

Blue pauses and looks around.

“I HEAR IT BUT WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? I MEAN I FEEL LIKE I’VE HEARD IT BEFORE BUT I CAN’T HONESTLY PLACE IT.” He hums as he continues to investigate with his brother.

“Oh crap. It’s getting louder behind the locked door.” Oranges’ sockets widen as do Blues.

“YOU DON’T THINK THE MACHINE STARTED UP ON IT’S OWN DO YOU!?” Blue looks highly concerned over at his brother.

“It doesn’t seem possible. Go get Sans… I’ll take it from here.” Orange says undoing the lock on the door only to have his hand gripped by his brother.

“I DON’T WANT YOU GOING IN ALONE. MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE AN UPDATE BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO IN AND IT POSSIBLY TAKES YOU FROM ME.” Blue is serious and Orange relents… he knows if he doesn’t comply he won’t even get the chance to investigate. Blue will ground his sorry behind that’s for sure.

“Ok bro. On the count of 3 we go in together.” Blue nods, getting that serious big brother mode game face on.

“1...2...3” They open the door and are instantly bathed in light and are instantly sucked into the room. Then moments later two skeletons who look eerily similar are thrown into the room.

They both groan slowly getting up from their awkward positions on the floor. They both look at each other only to do a double take.

“Brother, I know you are lazy but honestly?” The Blue look alike scowls at the orange hoodie clad skeleton next to him. The skeleton in question looks himself over and then scoffs.

“At least you can tell what I’m wearin’ unlike you bro… what even is that?” His brow raised in question.

The Blue imposter looked down at the battle body that Blue so lovingly wore in absolute disgust.

“THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SUIT!?” He raves then touches head for his hat… and instantly blue tears are welling up in his sockets.

“Strike… my hat is gone… my classy yet uniquely me bowler hat has gone missing… I CAN’T BE CLASSY, yet highly adorable, AND GET PUSSY IN THIS!!!” The blue skeleton has tears cascading down as he looks around for something far more wearable… he only can find more of what his brother Strike is wearing and aprons.

“Lucky, Look, it's a bit more serious than our clothes right now. Forget our soulmate was in the world we left behind?” Strike asks his brother who looks ready to combust.

“THAT IS THE PUSSY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! IF WE ARE HERE THEN WHERE IS SHE!? SHE BETTER NOT BE STUCK WITH THOSE ASSHOLES WITHOUT US BIDDING FOR HER AFFECTION!” Lucky looked positively pissed.

“Well she’s not here obviously.” Strike meanders to the machine listening to its soft dronning hum.

“FIX THIS NOW!!!” Lucky demands but Strike laughs.

“Unfortunately this is out of my league. My machine doesn’t even have one of these usb ports. I had to print orders on a card file for the machine to read it… one mistakenly placed card would throw everything out of order.” Strike sighs.

“Hmmm perhaps this may be a similar situation we were in… multiple versions of ourselves convening in one alternate universe. I say we go out there and pretend to be whoever these skeletons are and single out the one who is responsible for this mishap.” Lucky says lifting up the battle body attire with a repulsed look.

“Great plan bro but how are you sure that they will think we’re them.” Strike questions.

Lucky pulls out the photo in the chest plate of Blue and Orange posing for the picture.

“I think we can handle it.” Lucky smirks, his blue eyes sharpened to blue icy stars.

Strike chuckles as the pose gives everything away. They were just plain ordinary versions of themselves in a different universe… How hard could it be?

They go up the stairs and find themselves face to face with someone so strikingly familiar their soul about leapt out of their chest.

“Y/N?” Lucky asks almost in a whisper but loud enough for you to turn around and smile. Lucky is in a daze and he feels the familiar pull of his soul's longing.... Could it be that there was another soulmate version of you in this world.

“What’s up Blue? Done with the laundry already? From the way you were lecturing Orange about his growing pile of filth… I thought you’d be down there a lot longer.” You chuckle as you come up to pat his shoulder.

The silence was obviously starting to worry you.

“You ok…..” You start but are instantly cut off by Strike chuckling.

“It’s okay honeybun, he’s a little speechless after he found a snack in the pockets of one of these (Slightly lifts the hoodie for emphasis) and it’s well traumatized him a bit. He’ll be back to good ol’ Blue in a moment.” Strike knew he slipped up by the way you look at him puzzled when he called you honeybun but fortunately his deductions about himself in this world were correct. You snort making both Lucky and Strike ease up from the tense situation they were in.

You give Lucky a hug which he’s shocked but instantly hugs you back.

“I’m so sorry Blue. At least it’s not like when Red went on a full cursing rampage… You and Berry both were mortified for days.” From Lucky’s position he was able to make eye contact with his brother.

It was an unspoken acknowledgement of the information they had just gathered. So there was a Red and a Berry… then you leaned back to look at Lucky once more.

“I’m sure you’ll be my cheery, bubbly Blueberry in no time.” Lucky almost cringed and Strike couldn’t hold back his laughter. Leaving you confused and Lucky glaring daggers at him while your focus was off.

Lucky only used that persona as a ruse… He hated being cute but he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could get something he could use. Everyone usually thought Strike was in charge and were left confused when Lucky showed up and made sure everyone knew their place. Strike knows that persona works like magic… no matter how much Lucky hates it.

“MWEH HEH! YOU HAVE ME THERE Y/N” Lucky throws himself into the act. You give him a concerned look again but shake it off with a grin. Lucky saw it and knew that Blue must’ve given you a term of endearment that he must call you by constantly… He wished he knew what it was…

Luckily he and Strike were always a team and Strike has his back.

“Sorry honeybun but it looks like he’s still a little out of it.” Strike snickers and Lucky puts on a playful pout that instantly has you looking relieved.

“Well this homework isn’t going to do itself… If only…” You sigh and grab a backpack off the floor and start heading upstairs after waving to them.

“Strike, She’s not used to you calling her honeybun. She seemed okay with honey before the bun. Just call her honey but there must be something this Blue was calling her… I can’t think of anything at the moment of what it could be…” Lucky has his game face on again as they both stand around thinking about their gameplan.

Well… if they couldn’t get back to where they were… There was a soulmate for them here and they both smirked at one another.

“There ya are pipsqueak.” Both Luck and Strike turn to see someone who was definitely a shorter version of Sweets… Had the most atrocious shorts with a parka… but red and black per the normal color pattern. Also the gold fang that stuck out like a sore thumb… So that could mean that their version of Swisher was here too if his brother was.

Lucky actually looked behind him in confusion and worry like there was someone else that he hadn’t seen. Strike noticed the skeleton rolls his eyelights.

“You, You dumbass.” As Lucky turns to glare and Strike straightens himself a little… ready for a fight.

Then all of a sudden the other skeleton starts laughing.

“What? am I in trouble? I shouldn’t be cursing is that it? I hope I don’t invoke big brother mode.” The skeleton continues to guffaw only when he notices that the two skeletons aren’t really reacting the way he was wanting… in fact they seemed deathly serious.

“Hey come on… didn’t mean it. Ya not seriously gonna go inta big brother mode because of that?” The skeleton that resembled Sweets starts to look them over concerned.

“What the actual fuck are you going on about?” Lucky is seething. Strike coughs to let his brother know he’s slipped character because of his anger once again.

Too late the damage has been done.

The skeleton starts to eyeball them both a little more and starts to sweat.

“Who the…” He pauses in his question then in a blink disappears while yelling “Sans!”

“Well isn’t this a total shit fuck of a mess I put us in?” Lucky groans.

“Told ya ta watch yer anger bro… now all I can say is we gotta sell who we’re impersonating.” Strike sighs as both walk around and try to get familiar with things as quickly as possible.

Both of them find themselves wandering into the living room to be cornered by someone who looked like Black from their world. Only they almost had their jaws drop at his outfit. Bandanna with ragged looking black and red clothes that showed off his spine like a midriff.

“YOU TWO KNOW WHY RED IS SHOUTING LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD.” The new skeleton loudly hisses out.

Strike had to nudge Lucky as he saw his brother's eye sockets narrow in what was sure to be a retort. Shocking his brother to let out a “MWEH” as he suddenly remembers.

Strike was good on hunches and was definitely a walking talking lie detector… even though that doesn’t stop Lucky from lying all the time.

“Come on, Berry, don't be like that. Poor bro is traumatized enough as it is going through my laundry.” His hunch was right as he watched ‘Berry’ shudder in absolute disgust.

“INDEED. I’VE SEEN THE WAY YOU AND RUSS LAZE ABOUT… THAT ROOM OF YOURS MUST BE EQUALLY ATROCIOUS TO HIS.” Berry shakes his head.

“Where is everyone?” Strike grins as he knows this will get them names at least.

“FORGET ALREADY? SANS IS AT THE UNIVERSITY ALONG WITH PAPYRUS AND RUSS. YOU KNOW? DOING THEIR JOBS. EDGE IS AT HIS JOB AS WELL. AXE AND NOOK ARE IN THE GARDEN AND RED OF COURSE IS BEING AN IDIOT. DEAREST IS ATTENDING HER HOMEWORK.” Both skeletons flinch at the smile on Berry’s face when he mentions well… you… who else would it be that a skeleton like this would be so fond of?

Yet Strike and Lucky are grateful to the access of information that was just handed to them on a silver platter.

Lucky has been in thought while listening to the drivel of his newest rival. What would he call someone absolutely dear to him? Obviously it would be something similar to this Blue… would it be Starshine? He likes stars and the way they shimmer and shine… but even Strike seemed to be a little off with honeybun.

“YES! DOING HER BEST! S-ORANGE? AFTER ALL OF THAT YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEEDS TO GO IN THE WASH?” Lucky almost slipped but pulled through.

“I’m sure bro.” Strike says with a grin knowing where this would go.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. LET US TAKE ANOTHER LOOK SHALL WE?” Lucky and Strike begin to make their way upstairs leaving Berry… without realizing that Berry is looking at the stairs they chose weren’t the stairs they often took to go to their rooms.

Shrugging it off. Blue might’ve wanted to pop in to see how you were doing.

As Lucky and Strike crest the landing both look at each other seriously. You were in one of these rooms so they couldn’t go barging in but all skeletons were accounted for either not being here, inside, or upstairs… save for Red.

He was another problem. If he knew where Sans was he probably took a shortcut there but possibly could be in one of the rooms himself.

Strike shrugged and Lucky sighed walking over to the first door and knocked.

“Yes?” You called out and Lucky swooned.

“JUST CHECKING IF YOU NEEDED ANY HELP!” He calls out and you laugh.

“I might need some help with math later okay?” You tell him through the door.

“THEN I SHALL BE BACK TO HELP YOU.” Lucky preens but Strike pulls him away before he can say anything else.

“Bro, you forget that math is a subject you don’t excel at unless it’s you figuring out how to do something successfully in your own head?” Strike urges his brother to stop while they are ahead. Lucky was only good at numbers from his perspective and not from a textbook.

“Of course and by successful, it is! And Doing…?” His grin is lecherous as he looks back at your door.

“I will be.” He licks his teeth and Strike sighs.

“Bro, I feel the pull too but we need our head in the game, so we can win it before they find out we aren’t who they thought we are.” Strike pulls him to the next door and knocks.

No answer. Looking around they slowly open it to not make a sound. They see a room in squalor and Lucky nearly gags. Lucky might be a little lazy in the mornings but he likes things nice and tidy.

This must be Red's room from the shorts they see lying about and the red and black color scheme… the only thing that really just has them floored are the pin ups… Naked pin ups…

Lucky looks around and sees a magazine. As he picks up the magazine the centerfold unfolds to a nude woman in a very sensual position.

“L-Lucky put that down!” Strike is flushed with embarrassment as his brother looks awestruck.

“I feel jipped. Where was this stuff in our timeline!? The only things naughty I had were stuffy pin ups with people in their unmentionables but only some skin was shown… This. Shows. Everything.” Lucky wipes a little drool away instantly pinning your face onto what he’s seeing.

“Guys!? Are you in Red’s room!?” They both freeze and Lucky instantly chucks the evidence away from him by instinct.

Only for them to sigh in relief that you were calling out from the otherside of the wall. Yet strike sees Lucky quickly stuff something in his pocket.

“YES WE WERE DROPPING OFF A TURTLENECK SWEATER WE FOUND IN THE DRYER!” Lucky quickly lies at the drop of a hat. Something that was both a blessing and a curse for poor Strike.

“Ok, but you know he doesn’t like anyone being in there when he’s not!” You call out again. You were still pretty muffled due to the wall… which had them looking at one another in curiosity if you had heard anything they said.

Seeing as you didn’t seem weirded out or come over in a huff they speculated that it wasn’t something to be upset about. So they quickly left and shut the door loud enough behind them for you to know they had left.

They went over and gently knocked on the next door so that you couldn’t hear but any occupant would. No answer so they silently slipped in. It was a very nice simple room. Had some books arranged neatly on a few shelves and at least they could see the computer on the desk without piles of dirty dishes and… well they didn’t want to think about what all those kleenex wipes were doing there.

There was a picture on the desk and this one showed Red and a Tall skeleton resembling Swisher from where they were whisked away from. Strike narrowed down the names listed and since it seemed to go in pairs the way it was given. Russ was obviously Berry’s brother. Sans and Papyrus of course the originals… That left Axe, Nook, and Edge. Since Axe and Nook were working together they might be brothers so that left Edge.

“Edge right?” Lucky smirks as he also narrowed it down. Well this wasn’t either of their rooms so they went down another door. Gently knock only to be spooked by a loud voice.

“OH! IS SOMEONE THERE? I WILL JUST BE A MINUTE.” They listen closely, leaning towards the door. They heard water stop running and then the door was thrown open startling them to both jump back. Panic stricken as they see a lumbering disfigured Papyrus lean down quizzically eyeing them.

“Figures there’d be one of him too.” Lucky gripes under his breath and gets elbowed by Strike.

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY FRIENDS… WERE YOU NOT WANTING TO USE THE RESTROOM? OR WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?” They were at a pause… this was either Axe or Nook and since they had nothing to go by, playing it off was going to be a difficult feat.

“SCAVENGER HUNT.” Lucky blurted out and Strike looked at him like he’s lost his mind.

“WE DIDN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON ANYONE MWEH HEH HEH.” Lucky gets that big sweet adorable grin as he rubs the back of his skull.

“OOOH A SCAVENGER HUNT!? WHO ARE WE SCAVENGING!?” The tall lanky skeleton of nightmares looks positively joyous and ready to join.

“Ummm who?” Strike looks between the skeletons nervously.

“MEHH NO! NOT WHO BUT A WHAT!” Even Lucky seems at a loss as his shoulders droop.

“YOU HAVE ME PUZZLED BLUE… TO SCAVENGE IS A HUNT FOR FOOD.” Both Lucky and Strike look floored.

“Then why did you say who?” Strike chuckles nervously.

“OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I MADE A FUNNY. AXE AND PEACHES WOULD HAVE LAUGHED.” The one that is now known to be Nook poses dramatically and somehow his tattered cape like scarf blowing in wind that was not there.

Now the question was… who the hell was Peaches?

“MWEH! OF COURSE I GET IT NOW! VERY FUNNY NOOK!” Nook looks at Lucky weirdly but smiles.

“GOOD TO KNOW THAT MY DARK CANNIBAL JOKES AREN’T *Snicker* DRY.” He pauses and both skeletons seem to have no choice but to laugh while they are screaming internally.

“YES, WELL, NOOK PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP US?” Lucky quickly rebounds to change the subject. Lucky may have seen guts and glory in his line of work but the actual thought of eating someone was not something that sat with him lightly.

Nor for Strike who only sweats as Nook continues to chuckle and say “BONE DRY” under his breath.

“YOU SEE, ABSOLUTELY THE DARNDEST THING. WE ARE MISSING A SOCK. WE’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT BECAUSE ORANGE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE COULD HAVE LEFT IT… BEST TO RETRIEVE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE STUMBLES UPON IT… LIKE Y/N.” He does the best bubbly impression he has but that doesn’t stop the tall skeleton looking down at him, with a knowing that something isn’t right.

“STARLIGHT.” Nook says bluntly at Lucky who falters.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Lucky tries to keep his cool but even Strike knows when his brother is getting close to the ‘Fuck it’ stage and guns start blazing. Lucky was never really patient unless there was a type of goal that he really wanted to strive for.

“BLUE ARE YOU OKAY? YOU HARDLY EVER CALL PEACHES BY HER NAME ANYMORE. IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I HEARD YOU SAY IT OTHER THAN STARLIGHT… YOU ALSO LAUGHED AT AXE’S TERRIBLE JOKES. ONLY I AND PEACHES… SOMETIMES EDGE AND RED FIND THEM AMUSING. EVEN RUSS AND YOU ORANGE ABHOR WHAT WE HAD DONE IN OUR TIMELINE AND CRINGE WHEN WE SAY THEM. SANS WON’T EVEN LET AXE TRY THEM IN HIS PRESENCE… PAPYRUS ACCEPTS US FOR WHO WE ARE BUT EVEN HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT KIND OF HUMOR. BERRY STRAIGHT UP FORBIDS US…. THAT IS UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S OVER SOMEONE WHO WAS MEAN TO PEACHES THEN HE FINDS IT HYSTERICAL AND ENCOURAGES IT… CAN NEVER REALLY TELL WITH HIM…” Nook goes off on a tangent… seems to be because he often does. Both skeletons just worriedly shoot glances at one another until he seems done.

“CONSIDER IT US BRANCHING OUT IN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND! MWEH HEH! NOW WE MUST FIND THAT SOCK!” Lucky puffs out his chest.

“OH YES! IT WOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSING FOR PEACHES TO FIND IT. HAVE YOU TRIED LOOKING IN YOUR ROOMS?” Nook questions and Lucky falters.

“WELL UM YES WE THOUGHT BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD HELP US? MORE EYES THE BETTER AT FINDING IT!” Lucky is trying to persuade Nook into helping them find at least Blue or Orange’s room.

Strike smirks. His bro is really good at handling things when he tries.

“NO THANKS.” Nook shrugs and walks off leaving Lucky and Strike to their stupor.

“Uh… Ok…” Strike looks at him quizzically and Nook pauses with a brow raised.

“LOOK, I’M NOT PAPYRUS… WELL TECHNICALLY I AM BUT I’M NOT JUST GOING TO RUN AROUND LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S UNMENTIONABLES. THAT’S JUST… WELL UNSANITARY AND RUDE.” Nook scoffs at the other two and meanders off a ways… then turns and eyes them making them stiff.

“YOU TWO ARE ACTING VERY STRANGE. IT’S ALMOST AS IF YOU NEED ME TO FIND YOUR ROOMS ON THE OTHER SIDE DOWN THAT HALL.” He points and both skeletons waive their hands in defense.

“NO NO! OF COURSE NOT! IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY HELPING ORANGE GET THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY TOGETHER.” Lucky is quick on the draw to lie again.

“Yeah it’s been exhausting work waiting for the clothes to be finished… getting pressed…” Strike realizes he didn’t know what those machines were… he only knew dry cleaners… Lucky glares at him briefly.

“OH YES! PERMANENT PRESS! GOOD CYCLE! TAKES FOREVER BUT IT DOES GET EVERYTHING NICELY CRISP AND CLEAN.” Nook nods with a smile and then carries on down stairs.

Lucky and Strike both heave a sigh of relief they didn’t realize they were holding.

#Zoot Suit Riot #Lucky #Strike #Housemates #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Mafia Sans #Underswap Mafia Papyrus

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staeygoldenn · 4 years

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3 Days

Summary: Ethan challenges Grayson to a bet. If Grayson doesn’t fuck anyone for a month, he can get the master bedroom in their new house. If he loses, Ethan gets it.

Note: This was inspired by their video and @milliondollardolan‘s blurb about a girl showing Grayson her nipple piercings. ✨

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“One month, no sex, and it’s all yours.” Ethan smirks and sticks out his hand. Grayson shakes his hand back, “Deal.” “I totally got this, I just got laid like last week, I can totally make it through a month,” he thought to himself.

Day 1… Grayson makes it through the day not thinking much about the challenge. His Insta feed made him get a little distracted but he decided to just close out of the app. Ethan came into the kitchen.

“Yeah that master bedroom is definitely mine.”

“Dude it’s only the first day.”

“That’s exactly my point, you’re already Insta thirsting.”

“Was not.” Grayson looks away and puts his phone down.

“I remember those days but now I’m a taken man.” Ethan walks away.

“Fuck, he’s on to me.” Grayson thought to himself.

Day 2… Day 2 came and went and Grayson started getting a little frustrated.

“How dare Ethan make this challenge during the month of Valentine’s Day? Ethan already had a girlfriend but it’s more difficult when you’re single,” he thought to himself.

Grayson sighed and opened the Instagram app. A girl in a black bikini caught his eye. Her long black hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her full lips, her tits… fuck he needed to close the app. “I’ll just go to sleep,” he thought to himself. Grayson laid his head on his pillow still feeling frustrated. Hmm there was nothing in the room contract that ruled out jacking off. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Pornhub. He scrolled through the trending page. He found a video that caught his eye. The girl looked similar to the one he had been eyeing on Instagram. She was getting fucked from behind while the guy had her thong scrunched up in his hand. The sound of her moaning started to get him hard. He started rubbing himself through his grey sweatpants.

“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.

The guy smacked her ass. Grayson took off his sweatpants and finally touched himself. He tugged at his length and cocked his head back. He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing for extra grip. The guy in the video fucked her harder and faster and soon Grayson was cumming on his hand. “Fuck,” he got up to wash himself off.

Day 3…. By Day 3, Grayson had started to crave sex. How a girl’s pussy would tighten around his dick as he was fucking into her. The sounds of her moaning his name, boosting his ego. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. How he would grab a fistful of her hair and make her beg for it. He couldn’t let anyone on to this though, he really wanted that master bedroom.

“How you holding up, Gray?” Ethan asked him over breakfast.

“I’m fine.”

“There’s no way you’re lasting a month.”

“Yes I am, I’m gonna get that master bedroom, just like I’ve had at all of our places of residency.”

“We’ll see about that. Listen, I gotta go check on the construction progress so don’t get into anything while I’m gone or should I say anyone.” He laughed.

“You’re not getting that bedroom.”

“Bye, Gray.”

“Later, E.”

“Fuck, now he’s leaving me alone,” Grayson thought to himself. “I think I’ll just go take a nap.”

He laid down to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up to an Instagram DM. It was the girl whose pictures he had been looking at the night before.

hey 👀

“Hi 👀” he answered back.

I’m Lexi. I think we met at one of jake’s parties one time

Oh yeah hey how are you?

“That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna say that’s so boring.”

I’m good ☺️ I saw your recent pic you look good 👀

“Oh shit.”

You look good too 👀

do you have snap? 👀

Yeah

He sent her his snapcode and awaited her response. He got a friend request from lexi_96. She sent him a selfie and said hi.

Wow you look pretty

Thank you so whatcha doing?

Nothing just home alone bored

Same lowkey horny 👀

Same 😳

Hmmm

Hmmm what?

“Ugh this stupid bet.” He thought to himself.

Do you wanna meet up tonight? 👀

I would but I’m in this bet with my bro rn

What kinda bet?

I can’t fuck for a month so I can get the master bedroom

Lmao okay or you could get laid rn 😂 I just got my nipples pierced 🥴

It is tempting... 👀 send me a pic

I already did 😌

You know what I mean

Hey it’s your turn 👀

Okay fine

He took his shirt off and sent her a picture.

🥵

Thanks ☺️

I wish you were here 😫

Me too 😔

Fuck the bet and come fuck me? 👀

She sent him a picture of one of her pierced nipples.

Okay fuck it send me the addy

Grayson copied the address and put it into his maps.

otw

okay :)

Grayson changed into a fresh shirt and shorts and sprayed some cologne on. “Fuck, how am I gonna sneak out without Ethan seeing? Maybe he’s asleep,” he thought. He grabbed his bag and keys and closed his bedroom door. Passing through the living room, Ethan was on the couch FaceTiming his girlfriend. “Fuck,” Grayson thought to himself.

“Hey where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“Just out,” Grayson said, trying to leave.

“Okay,” Ethan said suspiciously. “It’s 11:30pm on a Wednesday night but okay.”

“Just gotta get some stuff…. okay yeah I’ll see you later.”

Ethan raised his eyebrow and shook his head. Grayson closed the door behind him and hopped in his Porsche. 30 minutes later, he arrived at the address.

here

He snapped her.

okay coming

He got out of the car and she met him at the front door.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“Welcome. My room’s this way.”

He put his bag down and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Thanks for coming. Sorry it’s sorta random.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled.

They started kissing and he put his hands under her hoodie, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel the cool metal where her nipples were pierced.

“Just be careful, they’re still sensitive.”

“Figured,” he smirked.

He gently rubbed his thumbs along them, feeling them harden under his touch. She moaned gently. She took her sweatshirt off and he took his shirt off. She gently pulled at his silver chain and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck and started kissing down her chest. He lightly took the metal pierced through her nipple into his mouth and she moaned and gripped his hair. He kissed down her body and kissed along the waistband of her shorts. He kissed her thighs. She took her shorts off and revealed her black thong. He kissed her over her underwear, running his tongue along the fabric. She moaned. He went back to kiss her, and she removed her underwear. He went back to kiss her pussy lips, teasing her. He lightly kissed her clit and felt her buck her hips for more pressure.

“Please,” she whispered.

He looked up at her and licked her slit and licked her inner lips up to her clit. He traced long, slow licks back and forth. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue. He grabbed her hand and held her thighs open. He started sucking her clit and with his other hand, stuck two fingers in and started stroking her G-spot. She was so wet and he felt his dick twitch. She started shaking and he could tell she was close. He moved his mouth off of her and removed his mouth.

“Fuck, please,” she whispered.

“Turn over,” he smirked.

She obliged and he rubbed her ass.

“Grayson, please, please let me cum.”

He smirked and ran his fingers through her folds. He started rubbing her clit and she moaned. He held her thighs open and tried to get her back to that same place. She gripped the sheets, “Please, please, please,” she pleaded and finally came on his fingers. She flipped over and he stuck his fingers in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re good at that.”

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“I think it’s your turn now,” she kissed him and moaned at the taste of herself also on his mouth. She kissed down his abs and reached into his pants to stroke him. He took his pants off and let her continue. She kissed his thighs and licked the tip, letting the saliva strand drip from her lips. She took him deeper into her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. He groaned and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck. She bobbed her head up and down. He cupped her chin.

“I don’t wanna come yet. Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes.”

She got up and straddled him. She lowered herself on his length and felt him groan in her ear. He wrapped his biceps around her and kissed her.

“Lay on your stomach,” he whispered in her ear.

She pulled herself off and laid down. He rubbed her clit and entered her. He started fucking her, the wet sound filling the room.

“Yeah this is definitely worth losing the room for,” he thought to himself.

She moaned as he kept stroking her G-spot. He laid his hands up under hers so she could grab onto him. She loved his weight on top of her and felt her pussy getting wetter. She loved feeling him deep inside her. Pleasure warming down her body. He slowed his strokes to try to steady himself.

“Please Grayson fuck me harder,” she moaned. She got up on her hands and knees and he started rubbing her clit and fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand. He smacked her ass and she gripped the sheets.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” she moaned out. He felt her tighten around his dick.

“Can I nut in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He pulled out and she started stroking him and he came on her tongue. She kissed him.

“Fuck I gotta go before my brother gets suspicious.”

She laughed. “You still think that room is yours?”

“I mean there’s a slight chance but if I lose the bet, this was definitely worth losing it for. You were great,” he smiled.

“Text me again when you’re not in a bet and you’re a free man.”

“Will do.”

He kissed her one more time and headed out to his car. He raced home and arrived to Ethan, still up.

“Three fucking days Grayson?” Ethan laughed. “I was too generous giving you a month, I would’ve thought you might at least make it to two weeks.”

“Fine. I lost.”

“Yeah, go shower you dirty fuck.”

Grayson defeated, went up to go shower but hey at least he got laid.

#writings

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mercieshana · 4 years

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What’s up, Doc? (pt.2)

Teaser: Your seductive stand-in gynecologist suggests a more thorough and private inspection at his place.

Characters: You x Jungkook

Warnings: Some more Doctor Jeon, a pinch of DADDY, a sprinkle of fingering, two shots of dominance, a trace of forceful fucking and a hint of cum-play.

Word count: ~1.9k

Note: I do not usually do pt.2s to stories, as I feel that they may not live up to my- or your standards and I am afraid that they won’t be nearly as good as the 1st. However, a couple of you were requesting a pt.2, so I don’t want to leave you guys hanging. I hope it isn’t utter trash >.<! Super nervous about posting this! Please enjoy, be safe, and excuse my typos! This is another 4am affair!!!

Read pt.1 here

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection… at my house.”

That thought consumed your mind, as you found yourself at his expensive place with your body, that was only shielded by your panty’s, pressed against the sheets of his bed with him staring deeply into your dark eyes. His dark orbs exuded danger, hunger, and dominance, as he peered into what felt like your very soul, making your heartbeat race yet again. He had you trapped between his arms, with his jet black hair a bit disheveled, his white doctor’s coat hanging open and his angry erection pounding visibly against the confides of his black pants. For a moment, there was absolute silence, with only the two of you staring into each other’s eyes; the sexual tension between the two of you being so thick that you would’ve easily been able to cut it with a knife.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence, after getting off of the bed. He slowly slipped out of the white cloth of his coat and then his shirt below it, exposing his wonderfully toned chest that heaved with every breath he took. The sight of that made you bite down on your lower lip and you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. While he was unbuckling the black Versace belt that secured his pants, he said: “(Y/N), let daddy inspect you, a bit more thoroughly.”

The second after that sentence slipped past his juicy, pink lips, his pants dropped to the floor and he pulled his large erection out of his Armani boxer’s. His cock was so big and angry looking, with precum just oozing out of the tip, with the light that was flooding in through the large wall of glass windows making it glisten, that it made your heart skip a beat. He could see the shock and horror that crept onto your face as his large hand wrapped around his dick to pump it a few times. He had nice big balls too and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your skin, but there was one problem... how was all that supposed to fit!? Nervously, you tried to think of some kind of escape plan or possibly a way to make him fit, but you just simply couldn’t think of one.

“J-Jungkook-,” your words were interrupted by him correcting you and reminding you to call him daddy in a dominant voice that made your insides turn.

“D-Daddy,” you started again, stuttering, “how is that supposed to fit?”

His loud, dark chuckle sounded through the partially dark room, sending a shiver through your whole body. He was going to destroy you! That demon!

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it will fit,” he replied and it was hardly reassuring. You watched him make his way towards you, slowly inching closer and closer to you who was located in the center of the spacious bed. You couldn’t help, but feel scared. Your mind was screaming that you needed to escape this beast, but your body was frozen in place with desire and want. You could feel the area between your legs burning up, burning up for Jungkook’s attention. Nobody had ever made you feel the way he did. He was like a drug and you were already addicted.

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you, attacking the sensitive flesh of your neck to leave more marks. You took this time to carefully trace the length of his monstrous cock with your small, delicate hand and what you felt made you even more anxious.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” you repeated, trying to wiggle out from under him, but his strong hand wrapped around your tiny throat without hesitation, choking you while simultaneously keeping you in place.

“Oh, I know you aren’t trying to run, are you?” he smiled deviously, his long tongue darting out to wet his sinful lips. Even if you wanted to reply you couldn’t, the grip he had on your throat barely made it able for you to make a sound, let alone breathe, yet it was still turning you on so much that you felt the fabric of your underwear stick to your pussy lips. You began to rub your thighs together for some kind of friction and relief, because the heat down there was starting to become unbearable.

Jungkook leaned forward, not loosening the strong hold he had on your throat and whispered into your ear: “Your inspection isn’t over yet. Be a good patient, so daddy won’t have to restrain you.”

His words made goosebumps form across your whole body. You had nowhere to run. All you could do was take the merciless assault he was about to start on your body that was waiting for him with excitement. Nipples erect and pussy wet in anticipation.

You watched him lean down to take your perky nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue circling the sensitive nub made you release a tiny squirm. Jungkook loosened his hold a bit, so he could hear you scream when he bit down on your nipple. The sound that escaped your velvety lips made his dick jump.

“Your boobs are still fine, but what about..,” your eyes widened the moment his hand wrapped around your soaked panty’s and tore them off violently, removing them from your body and throwing them onto the floor in one swift motion.

“..down here,” he smirked, staring into your eyes, as he forcefully parted your legs with his legs and ran a large digit along the ocean of your slit, only to thrust it in not even a second later. Your whole body reacted and Jungkook smiled triumphantly. He did not hesitate to go straight for your g-spot and inserted yet another finger for more pleasure. Not even two minutes later you were coming undone under his touch with him watching your every move. The pleasure he was dishing out had become too much for you to handle and your whole body was at his mercy. Beads of sweat had formed all over your bodies and the two of you were panting, but Jungkook was not done inspecting you.

“Hmm, it seems to be fine, but let me make sure that your pussy is working correctly,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his tongue coming out to sensually caress the shell of your ear. You squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation, further boosting Jungkook’s ego.

Suddenly, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, Jungkook’s hand aggressively tangled in your hair with your ass up in the air, facing him.

“Daddy, I-I’m not ready! It won’t fit,” you protested fearfully. You wanted him so badly and you knew it, but you just couldn’t see how he was supposed to make his way inside you. You felt him position the tip of his cock at your entrance. Scared, you tried to push off of him a bit, the courage that was left inside of you immediately fleeing your being as soon as you felt him rub his head through the wetness of your folds.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he said soothingly and you felt relieved for a moment. Your body relaxed. You couldn’t feel him at your entrance anymore.

“I’ll make it fit,” he suddenly and skillfully thrust his length inside of your tight core, earning a loud yelp from you. Oh, how you wanted to push off of his large dick that was stretching you out to the point where you felt like you couldn’t stretch out any further, but the hand he had in your hair was keeping you in place, no matter how much you fought.

“The more you run, the further in I go,” he threatened you. Your pussy started to tighten around him and it became even more aroused at the sound of his dominant words. You never knew that you were so into being forced into submission, but you were sure learning about it and yourself.

“Ah, daddy,” you shouted in pain and pleasure, but also to further play into the fantasy that you were having in your head. Jungkook fucked you like you had never been fucked before. He pounded your pussy so good and hard that you were left unable to form coherent sentences while you were tearing the sheets off of his bed. The pain that was present at first subsided and all you were left with was wild, animalistic pleasure and excitement that was rushing through your being. The way you felt his skin slap against yours, with his hard, big balls hitting your clit and heard his grunts and growls ripping through the hot air, made you want his cum. You wanted him to shoot his seed inside of you. Never had you ever had such crazy and wild thoughts. This proved that Jungkook was like no other that you had ever encountered before. You cried and moaned helplessly under his grip as his large frame towered over yours while he fucked you senseless. The way he was angling his dick and the spots he was hitting made it hard to hold on to your sanity. What felt like not even a moment later, you could sense yourself rushing towards your high and then you were inevitably sent over the edge, with stars now clouding your vision.

“Fuck, Jungkoooook~,” you cried out with your eyes screwed shut, cumming on his cock, hard. The way your pussy convulsed around him and gripped him tighter made Jungkook growl and pound into you harder. You could tell he was close, as his thrusts were becoming erratic and low grunt sere slipping past his lips more frequently.

“I’m about to cum,” he moaned, almost breathlessly, sweat dripping down his body and forming beads on his forehead.

“Cum inside me, daddy,” you stated erotically, as if possessed by some kind of a sex demon. With that Jungkook lost all control and his potent, hot seed made its way from his balls all the way to his slit and shot out inside of you to coat your sweet walls. It felt so good inside you and it was so much that you were sure it would flood out the instant he removed his dick from inside of you. However, you stayed like that for a moment, his cock still inside you while his sweaty body was glued to your sweaty, the two of you struggling to regain your breath. As he lifted himself off of you and removed himself from inside of you a while later to retrieve some tissues to clean you and himself up, you turned to face him, his cum leaking out of your pussy.

A smile consumes his face, as he saw your cute disheveled hair, your sexy “I just got fucked” expression and his seed dripping from your entance.

When he returned with a rag and some tissues, he saw you sitting up on the bed, a huge blush spreading across your face the second the two of you made eye contact.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, the caring and kind Jungkook you had encountered in the office a few hours earlier making an unexpected return.

“D-doc, I don’t feel so good. I think I should come in for regular checkups,” you whined suggestively and bit down on the finger that was positioned on your bottom lip.

A dark, mysterious, and devious smirk crept back onto Jungkook’s face and, from that moment on, you knew that this adventure was far from over.

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p-jiminaa · 4 years

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Play Date (Part 1)

Park Jimin and You.

Summary: It’s all started with a WhatsApp status.

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff, and little angst towards the end.

Gif is not mine, credit to the owner.

Masterlist

I am bored. Can someone come here and play with my heart.

Date me.

A text from your best friend, Park Jimin and yes, you know he has been crushing on you since you started being a friend and he never denied his feelings to you but it's just that he never initiates anything. Like well, he confesses his feelings to you but never asks you out so you were kind of confused whether his feelings to you are genuine or he's just playing with you.

Leaving his text with a blue tick you put down your phone. You know he'll call whenever you left him on a blue tick.

"Three... two... one..." and your phone rang. With a huge smile on your lips, you answer his call.

"Date me." He said bluntly.

“Why should I?” Jokingly, you replied to him.

“Because you need someone to play with your heart. I am here and I am ready for it.” He answered promptly.

You laugh at his direct reply. “Hmmm, what if I say no?”

“Well, give me a reason for your refusal.”

“Hmm let me think.” You paused for a few moments intentionally because you know he'll be annoy by this.

He let out a breathy chuckle. “You can’t even think of anything Y/n. So shall we go on?”

“Sure. So come and bring me food. I am starving.”

“Hah! so that why you want someone to come and play with you? So they could bring you food right?”

“Of course! But the real reason is that I know my you're viewing and will reply to it immediately. You're too whipped for me Jimin.”

“You witch!”

“So are you coming?”

“Never!”

“Fine by me because truthfully speaking you’re not the only offering themself to me.” Lied! Because you put your WhatsApp status on private that only he’ll be your only audience.

Letting out a groan, he replied to you. “Don’t you dare to reply to them. I am coming and delete that status now!”

“And if I don’t?” You answered gleefully to irritate him more.

“No chicken popcorn for you!” He said in a smug tone

“As I said earlier Jimin, you’re not the only one texting me. I can just ask others to bring it for me.” You can imagine his irritated expression right now.

“Fine then. I’ll tell your father what you did last weekend. I mean is it’ll not cause anything to you right?” Your eyes widened in surprise. No! He can’t do that or else you’ll be grounded for a month!

“I am deleting the status right now. So please come with my chicken popcorn.” You said, giving up and with a pleading voice. Chicken popcorn is more important than annoying him.

“Now that’s good Y/n. You should do that earlier you know.” He states and as you can imagine with a triumphant smile on his lips since he successfully frightened you.

It took him precisely twenty minutes to buy your food since you keep on texting him about the food you wanted to eat and another ten minutes for him to reach your home.

Hearing the bell and knowing that it was him behind the closed door you open it happily. “Where’s my food?” You say as you open the door for him without actually acknowledging his presence.

He lifted both his hand showing you all things that he bought for you with a wide smile. Gladly, you took it from him and walked merrily inside leaving him on the doorway.

“I am being used.” He says as he closed the door. You know he didn't mean that. He's not that pathetic to feel down just because you forgot to invite him in.

“No, you’re not. We’re dating now.” You answer him without actually looking at him since you’re busy munching on your oily chicken popcorn.

“Y/n... I thought you’re on diet.” He asks as he pulled the chair and sat opposite you.

“Maybe. But I am starving and been craving a lot of foods lately.”

“You know your father will be mad if he knows about this.” Sure he'll be angry. Like you have to lie to him about going to ballet practice instead you went out it with your group of friends including Jimin to eat.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well, if you’re not telling anyone then he will forever not know about this.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows. He squinted his eyes at you. “Please... It’s not every day I'm eating this kind of food.” But you see him not buying it. “Fine!” You put down your chicken, hesitantly. “I am not your date anymore.” You say with a pout.

He flicks your forehead while shaking his head, a smile emerged on his lips. "I am just kidding.”

Your lips quirked into a smile instantly. You know he can’t resist seeing you angry. “Now you’re my playdate again.” You say while sending him a wink.

He snorted in response follows by a laugh. “What did I sign up for dating you.”

“Hmm... a charming lady.”

“More like a baby.”

“Well yeah, a baby is alright since I am your date.”

“Oh, God!” He says in disbelieve.

***

“Hey girlfriend, can I come over later?” Jimin asks. You both are walking towards your lecture room and no, you’re not in the same class but your class is next to each other.

“Sure. Father is not home and his concubine is accompanying him this time.”

“You really should not call her that.”

“Well, she’s not my father’s wife. She’s just his P.A whom he asked to babysit me whenever he’s away which is unnecessary by the way and yeah, he’s fu*king my Dad sometimes so I think the name suits her so much.”

“Okay TMI.”

“I know. By the way, come after my ballet class.”

“Sure.” He stops. Since he reached his class. “See you lunchtime?”

You nodded your head and step away before he called up your name. You whirl around. “What do yo...” you paused abruptly when you feel Jimin’s lips on your temples.

“Study hard girlfriend.” He says, eyes locking with you before he walks back to his class. You heard some student hooray-ing and whistling behind and you can feel your face about to blow up so you march towards your class, embarrassed with the unexpected event.

***

You’re sitting alone at the cafeteria when Jimin suddenly took the seat next to you. “Hello, Girlfriend.”

You turn to him, shooting your eyes at him. “Jimin, seriously...”

“We are dating so I can call you any name.” He responded to you pronto.

“Yeah but I prefer a romantic one, please. Not just ‘hey girlfriend’. What is that supposed to imply? A friend who is a girl?”

“It’s correct though. You’re my friend who is a girl. I mean you don’t want me to call you ‘hey date buddy’. That just so unromantic.”

Rolling your eyes you turn away from him continuing munching your so-called lunch which only consists of salad and water.

“Awww you’re pouting.”

“I am not.”

But then yes you are. Maybe because you’re too confident that he’s serious this time. Well since he’s been so transparent with his feelings all this time and that made your feelings bloom and truly speaking, you were waiting for him to say the word or simple words asking you to be his.

Maybe he’s not serious with all of this. But then if he’s not why would his other friend keeps on eyes on you for him. You remember how before he tells you that he likes you so much that he can’t wait to graduate so that he can date you properly and asked Jungkook to observe you all the time since you both have nearly all the same classes and this comes to your knowledge when you caught Jungkook following you when you’re about to enter the lavatory and you urged him to tell you about it and yeah, without actually being forced he tells you everything. Not only that, he asked Yoongi to keep an eye on you when you attended that birthday party since he’s unable to come due to family function. Then there’s this time when he suddenly appeared in front of your house to give you a ride to college because your car was sent to the workshop. It turns out that Taehyung’s father owned the workshop so he informed Jimin about it and many others that you can’t even recall anymore.

“One thing you need to know about me is that it turns me off when a girl is sulking.” He said proudly.

You turn your gaze to him “and?” You asked him to continue because knowing him, he’s not done yet. “Take note of that.” He says as he tucked a hair behind your ears.

“But then this turns you on instantly.” You speak proudly before you wink at him as you slowly gnawed your lower lips with your teeth.

His facial expression darkened and you saw how his adam apples bobbled with a hard swallow. “Oh, that turns me on for sure,” He answers as he licks his lips.

“Perv!” You push his shoulder playfully.

“This perv is dating you remember?” He says in a whisper while staying close at you.

"We're in public." You remind him.

“So any plan for later?” He asks. But you know the meaning behind his question.

“You’re coming to play admit it.”

“I mean yeah. But can do the adult version of ‘play date this time?”

“Yeah perv, whatever!” You get up from the bench and while walking away he called you again.

“Can’t wait for tonight Girlfriend.” He says before sending you a flying kiss which you respond by rolling your eyes.

***

Abort mission. Change the date. Concubine is home.

-you

Lied! I know you’re still at the studio.

-PJM

How can he know that? Then you remember something. You lifted your head and your eyes meet with his friend, Hobi who is also a part-time choreographer at the studio.

Did he report to you everything

-you

That you were asked to stay because of your weight gain? Yeah, he did report everything to me. FYI, I am the one sending him the list of food you ate last night.

-PJM

How could he! This guy will be the death of me someday.

Hate you.

-you

Love you Girlfriend! I know you intend to send me this. Be proud of me okay? I am telling Hoseok about this because you ate like a pig last night and I am concerned about your weight.

-PJM

Rolling your eyes reading his excuse as you know he deliberately did this. He knows that even a little raise to your weight you will be having an extra practice which is usually ended you being stuck for three hours at the studio.

And you never wrong with your intuition. You were always right with your feelings because your coach finally let you out after three hours of practice not forgetting to weigh you again before going out.

***

“Aww finally done?” Jimin says as you were walking towards the gate of your home. Rolling your eyes, you press the bell. “You’re tired! How can we ‘play-date’ tonight?” He asks with a smirk on his lips.

“What about ‘sleep date’?” You replied as you heard your gate sound indicating it’s open. You're dead tired and you honestly just wanted to sleep.

“I know you’re not that innocent.” He teased.

“Honey, innocent had long gone leaving me. Now you’re up for it or not?”

“I am in.” He says as you both step into your home.

Okay, the reason you have a gate is that you’re born rich? Well, you’re not sure about that but since you’re well provided since baby then you just assumed you’re rich since your dad owns a company though it’s still growing and yeah, you have a housemaid and everything at home you’re so bored staying at home alone so that why you’re always out either permitted by your father or you just went out by jumping from the concrete wall gate and that's easy for you since your father sent you to the ballet class since you were a kid and you don’t even know the reason why. It's not like you wanted this but since he's been sending you so you just continue doing it except that now you're an adult so you usually absent from practice when you wanted to go out or feel like 'ah today should be a lazy day'.

Arriving at your room, you thought he’ll be pushing you to the bed and him jumping above you since he looks so eager earlier but you got it wrong when he placed his bag on your desk and he drops to your mattress. You stare at him, puzzled by his act since this is not what you expect. Like he’s the one that recommended to you about the ‘adult version of play-date’.

Seeing you're standing observing him, he tapped the space next to him, asking you to join him.

“You said you want to sleep date earlier or do you wanted to do that so much?” He asks voice laced with a teasing tone.

Rolling your eyes, you lay down next to him. He moves his body closer to you while wrapping his arm around yours and you head nestling to his neck. Hmm, this feel ... intimate.

Silence engulfed both of you as you lied down on the bed that the only thing that you hear is your and his breath.

"Y/n..." he finally speaks, breaking the quietness. "I know this sounds personal but I am just curious. Are your parents divorced because I remember seeing your mother during our first day at university and now, I hardly see her nor hear you say anything about her? It's always your father or his concubine."

"She's still around and lives separately." You reply followed by a sigh. "Both of them are too lazy to apply for the petition of divorce plus it'll cost money too. So they agreed on living separately but not divorced and will appear together if any event wanted both their present." You state nonchalantly. You're just too lazy to think about your face confessing about your parent's toxic relationship that you just blurted out everything to him. "And Mother is having you know her beau."

"Oh..." you hear he replied. "This is the first time I hear you talking about your parents."

"Yeah. Because no one is asking, not that I have many friends plus they don't care about me. What they care about is the free meal or things that they get when we're out. But that change when you come to me that one day asking me to be your fake friend because girls had been chasing you nonstop and yeah, that fake friendship turns into a good one right now and I never regret helping you that time." You speak with a smile remembering that day.

You remember how Jimin suddenly sat next to you while placing his arm around your shoulder nervously and says "Sorry to keep you waiting! My class finishes late today." Confused by his words and action you're about to shove away his arm before he mouthed 'help me' and you saw how two girls standing behind him eyeing you two.

With an awkward smile, you say "It's fine. It's only been two minutes."

You remember how his hard demeanor turn soft when you utter that and when you see the girl walk away so told him "They had gone."

He removes his arm from your shoulder. "I am sorry and thank you so much!"

“Hey Y/n....” Jimin’s voice breaks your train of thought.

When you look up he watches you with concerned eyes. You smile reassuringly. “Let’s sleep. I am dead tired.” You tightened your arm around his body.

He let out an airy chuckle before his word broke the calm atmosphere. “Yeah, but have you shower 'mi Girlfriend'?”

“No. And it’s too late for you to push me away.” You said as you felt his arm about to let you go. “Because you’ve been tainted with my sweat.”

“Y/n...” he said, giving up but didn’t let you go nevertheless.

***

You don’t know if you should be sad or happy with this ‘play date’ but one thing for sure is that you and Jimin are more intimate than usual.

You both spend the most time together and when you’re out with his group, by a group you mean his close friend; Jin, the eldest but always acted like the maknae of the group, Yoongi, second eldest the quietest one with a scary demeanor but a sweetheart especially when you were out to visit the dog cafe, Namjoon and Hobi; the same age friend of the group. While Namjoon is the brain then Hobi is the sunshine of the group. Then there’s Jimin and Taehyung; another same-age friend. Taehyung is the definition of cuteness especially when he let out his rectangular smile and when he sees a dog! This man loves dogs so much that he wanted to adopt one but unable to do so since his parent banned him to do so and Jimin? Well everybody knows him. The college sweetheart and you may add sweet talker remembering the first day you met him that when you conclude that this is the reason girls always went after him. And there’s Jungkook, the youngest of all. Handsome + Abs + Good at everything = Hotness. You can’t explain more about this since this equation concludes all and you know most girls will agree with this too.

Despite this, Jimin will always find a time to be together with you alone, excluding his friends and this makes you feel like having a real relationship with him when you’re dubious about it. He never really asks you out. You know this sounds pitiful but you just need to hear it from him so that you can be certain about this.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin’s voice disrupts your train of thought.

You both are actually at this cafe, far away from college because Jimin said he wanted time alone with you without any disturbance from his friends. You thought he was still at the counter, ordering food for both of you and you don’t even realize he had come back.

“Nothing.” You said calmly.

You feel his eyes studying your gaze, not convinced by your answer. “You can tell me Y/n.”

Exhaling a sigh before you said anything, you lifted your eyes to meet his. “Jimin...” You stop shortly, watching to his reaction, and when you see him waiting for you to proceed, you continue “We’ve been, I don’t know how to say this... but here it is, we've been dating for three months and...”

“And?”

This is so wrong. You should never say this in the first place but it’s too late now since he’s curiously waiting for you to continue. “Y/n...”

You smile awkwardly before you continue. “Well, I don’t know. You never properly ask me out.”

“Well, there’s literally no one to date right now and you know that.”

You face fall when he said that. It’s hard for you to formulate a reply but you did it anyway. “Ah... well, what about me?” You wanted to hide once you uttered this because... oh God! That just sounds so pathetic!

“What I mean with no one is excluding you Y/n.” Ah, so I am someone then. Good to know that.

“But you have Casie.” And there you go again. You super uncontrollable bubbly mouth.

“Casie is my presentation partner.” He says with a frown on his face.

“Casie can be your date.” You pointed out.

“I literally just said that there’s no one to date except you.”

“Yeah but I don’t know... it just makes me feel I am your last choice. Hearing you said that doesn’t make my heart at ease.” You admit.

“I am not ready to be tied down.” He answers in firm tones. “That why I never ask you out properly.”

“Okay. I... understand.” You say slowly. You don't understand actually!

“Listen Y/n...”

“Y/n.” Your head whips to the source of the voice. Your eyes widen in surprise and you got up abruptly.

“Father...” His hard gaze never left you before he scanned Jimin who is standing up too.

“Home.” He said fiercely.

You turn your head to Jimin while taking your bag with you. You let out a small smile before you walk to your father. He then turns and walks towards the exit while you followed him closely behind and before you realize that Jimin ran towards both of you and stopping you dad.

“I am sorry sir. It was my fault bringing Y/n out at this time.”

You could not see your father’s expression since you’re standing behind him. But you’re quite surprised with his reply although there’s a hint of anger in his tone. “Thank you for your honesty young man. But I need to speak to my daughter.” He said and walks away before Jimin could reply to anything.

You watched Jimin’s panicked expression but hold his hand to assure him. “It’s going to be fine.” You say before you followed your father’s back.

Arriving at his car you’re not surprised when the back seat is occupied by his concubine who is smiling devilishly at you. You rolled your eyes to her before you took the front seat while your father sits beside her.

“Home.” Your dad instructed his driver and he started to drive away once he heard your father’s order.

“See. I told you she’s been missing from her practice. You’re so delusional with your defense saying that your daughter will never lie to you.”

“Shut up will you.” Your dad spat out the word angrily at her.

You’re unable to hold your smile with your father reply at her so when you look at the side mirror, you see how she glare at you and so you lifted your middle finger at her. You saw her flustered expression but could not report it to your father because your father is not in a good mood at the moment. However, you keep on reminding yourself not to be too happy because you don’t know what kind of storm you’ll face later.

#bangtan #Jimin #bts jimim #park jimin #jimin series #jimin scenario #jimin imagine #jimin x y/n #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts imagines #Bts imagination #army #bts army #bts series #ByNaa #PD1

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My Roommate’s a Demonic Deer Ch4 (1 Week and A Half Later)

AO3 Link Summary: Alastor and Anthony have small talk on the couch after a fun "game", leading to Al feeling choked up after the human gets a call. Words: 1,300 Warning: Gun use, drug (cigarettes, but just in case) use, and slight panic attack. ~~~ Cherri asked Anthony on the phone, “So, like, when can I meet this mysterious man?”

Anthony was currently in a play bunny outfit, hiding behind the couch, while listening to Alastor hum a little song. He thought Al told him that the song was “Placing it on The Ritz Cracker” or some shit like that. Either way, he was probably going to get killed for just playing around.

All Anthony did was just walk up to him, while he was reading the newspaper, and ask if he was ready to go hunting for the Easter Bunny. It seemed like Alastor was into it, even placing his hands on Tony’s hips. However, when the human felt something in-between his legs, he got shocked at seeing the double barrel of a shotgun.

He definitely didn’t expect Al to actually start shooting him. What was even weirder was that the bullets never seemed to cause damage to the furniture or walls and that he seemed to have an endless amount of bullets in the gun. Doesn’t matter, however, since Anthony was sure that they would still cause damage to himself.

Anthony spoke to Cherri as he watched Alastor from behind the island in the kitchen, “Uh...it’s kinda complicated. He’s a little...sensitive.”

Cherri snorted and joked, “Anyone is better than your boss and ya know that that’s the truth. Plus, sensitive guys are pretty cute. How old is he, by the way?”

The mortal hummed as he looked around the corner to see Alastor floating many objects around the room, while his antlers were growing outwards and angry looking. The radio demon’s eyes quickly glanced over at the kitchen, causing Anthony to quickly hide again. He whispered, “Probably like in his early to mid thirties.”

She went silent for a few seconds before questioning, “Dude, you okay? Why are you whispering suddenly?”

Anthony tensed up at hearing Alastor call out happily, while listening to his footsteps come near the kitchen, “Come on out, Anthony~ I heard that you were having a bad hare day, so I wish to help you~”

The human slid down closer to the floor and mumbled as he saw the double barrel appear, knowing that the tall demon could easily look down above the island. Tony mumbled with a long whine, “Do ya think I’d look bettah cremated or wearin’ my performance outfits in a pink and white coffin?”

As soon as Anthony asked that, there were suddenly numerous dull thuds against the floor, making the human slowly look up. He didn’t see Alastor anywhere, but did smell something that was somewhat spicy and sweet. Tony ignored Cherri panicking on the phone as he slowly stood up to see what was going on

Anthony saw the radio demon smoking a cigarette on the couch, causing him to slowly approach. Al was slumped over, looking slightly exhausted and even having small dark circles under his eyes, while his jacket was lying on the back of the couch. ….At least that’s what an observant person would notice, but this was Anthony. He just exclaimed, “Where did that cigarette come from? Did your gun turn into that!?”

Alastor blinked at him as he glanced up at him, blowing a plume of smoke, and smirked, “Everything that I’ve done so far...and this is what you question? What an odd fellow you are.”

The demon looked up and down at the human’s lightly bruised arms and neck, grimacing a bit. He then raised his hand to snap his fingers, hesitated for a few seconds, and then just snapped anyway. A blanket wrapped around Anthony tightly as a cigarette appeared in his mouth. The mortal squirmed a bit and huffed, “Look, I know yer weird about sexual shit, but ya don’t gotta wrap me up like this. Also, how am I gonna light my ci-”

Before he could finish, Al pulled on the blanket and brought Anthony closer to him. He lit the cigarette with his own after breathing it in and then pushed the human away. He breathed out smoke and mumbled, “You talk too much…”

Tony would question why Al was okay with intimacy like that and not others, but he didn’t want to deal with the headache. He looked down at his phone on the floor and saw his wallpaper, making him think that Cherri hung up. Luckily, the girl was still at work or else he would have to explain this weird situation. ...Well, explain it even more.

The mortal took a drag of the cig and then immediately started hacking harshly, getting tears in the corner of his eyes. Anthony broke away from his blanket prison and coughed a bit more before asking, “What the hell are in these!?”

Alastor mocked, “Probably tobacco. Have you never smoked before?”

“Ya know what I meant! Also, I have, but...does this not have a filter on it?”

“Pfft! Why would it? Cigarettes have never had…” The demon trailed off when he saw Anthony hold up a cigarette from a box nearby, showing that it had a yellow filter at the end. Al blinked and then shrugged, “Well, I suppose I’m wrong!”

Anthony tried to take another drag, breathed a bit of smoke, and then started violently coughing again. He held onto his chest and snuffed out the cig. As he mumbled about feeling as if he was about to vomit, his phone began buzzing on the floor. The mortal tensed up when he saw the message and who it was from. Tony leaned down and grabbed the phone, while Al suddenly had an odd feeling in his chest.

Alastor groaned at the chest tightness, as well as a churning feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was enough to make him get up and have the need to start pacing around. He watched Anthony get up and hurry up to grab a coat, announcing, “I gotta go. Val called me in and told me that I can come in as is, so that’s nice, I guess. Ya wanna come, Al?”

The demon looked at him and questioned as he paced, taking a long drag, “Hmmm...where do you work?”

“Oh, a porn-”

“Nope!” Alastor exclaimed as he felt an odd choking sensation come about, causing him to breathe quick, shallow puffs, as he heard Anthony mumble about him being a prude. He watched the human reach towards the door, pulled the cigarette out from his mouth, and shouted, “Anthony!”

The human flinched and looked at the demon with a confused expression. Al felt the feeling just slightly deflate, making him feel like he could breathe again. ….Perhaps it was nothing, and yet he still needed a bit more than just a stare. The demon grinned, “Pick up some shrimp on your way back. I don’t think I can take another mouthful of your oily cooking.”

Anthony blinked and then snorted, rolling his eyes as he left, “Yeah, love ya too, Al.”

The human left the apartment and Alastor alone. The choking feeling came back, but it was slightly eased and he felt a bit happier. He wasn’t sure why. Why did he feel sick whenever Anthony went to work? Al just shook his head snuffing out his cigarette and thought that maybe he was feeling too drained. He just needed to eat, that’s all. ...That’s all.

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embracescorner · 3 years

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Demon Slayer: Winds Of The Past Part 1

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yiaba: Winds of The Past

Part 1: Rebirth through tragedy

Prologue:

The skies glowed with a shiny blue, almost no clouds in sight. The light breeze brushed against the flowers that only now began to bloom. It was a beautiful day, one that had graced the young Embrace Lilith. She went through the fields, plucking a lot of red spider lilies, her favorite flower. It was a happy day for her, and for someone she held dear. When she was seven years of age, her younger sister Suniko was born, and today would be their first birthday. She looked to the skies, seeing the sun had already started its downward climb. She knew her mother would throw a fit if she wasn’t back soon, so she sprinted and made her way back home. Their house was small, but on the side of a mountain that overlooked a vast valley. She made her way to the front door. Sliding it open, she looked inside, seeing her mother, Hinoko Lilith, cradling young Suniko.

“Oh, you’re back,” said Hinoko, “I was beginning to worry, please don’t be out for so long.”

“Sorry, mama,” said Embrace.

“Hmhm, I see you’ve already got something for Suniko,” said Hinoko, “I’m sure she’ll love it, won’t you.”

She finished that remark while turning her attention back to Suniko. Embrace joined her, clinging to her side.

“Do you wish to hold her?” asked Hinoko.

Embrace nodded and was handed Suniko. Embrace lost herself gazing at her younger sister as she slept. She went and sat herself down in the dining area/living room.

“She’s awfully sleepy today,” said Embrace.

“It’s normal,” said Hinoko, “I remember when you were that small, you used to sleep day and night, almost never opening your eyes.”

“I know,” giggled Embrace, “But it’s her special day, she should be enjoying it.”

“She will,” said Hinoko, “I’m almost finished with dinner, could you please get the table and plates.”

Embrace set Sumiko aside on a pillow and pulled out a table, grabbing two plates and a bowl. After she was done, Hinoko joined the two, taking Suniko, and mashing her food in the bowl and feeding her the paste. The family of three had spent the rest of the day celebrating the birth of their little angel. Embrace and Hinoko cradled Suniko as they watched the sunset.

They didn’t have much, but they had each other, and that was all they ever needed. The three watched as the sun dipped behind the hills, giving way for the night sky.

“Embrace,” said Hinoko, “What do you wish to be when you grow up?”

“Hmmm,” mused Embrace, pondering the question, “I don’t know.”

“Well, whatever it is,” started Hinoko, “Know this. If you put your mind to it and go at it with all your strength and determination, there is nothing you won’t be able to accomplish.”

“Really?” asked Embrace.

“Yes,” answered Hinoko, “Always remember that.”

“I will,” said Embrace.

“Come on,” said Hinoko, “It’s time to rest.”

Embrace followed her mother inside, and the two got out mats for sleeping. Before Embrace laid down to rest, she looked into the cradle, gazing at her baby sister. She smiled and laid down on the mat and closed her eyes, not knowing that would be the last time that she would see her loved ones again.

Chapter 1:

Embrace was stirred awake by a slight sound. She looked around; her vision clouded by her brain slowly waking up. She was then jolted awake by the feeling of someone snatching her up. She looked and saw it was her mother, shoving her into the closet.

“Stay here,” whispered Hinoko, “It’ll keep you safe.”

“What’re you hiding?” called a voice.

Embrace had to hold back a scream as something beyond her imagination rounded the corner. It was tall, taller than any living thing Embrace had seen in her life. The creature was humanoid in appearance, having a similar structure, but there were several things that set it apart from a human. It had four arms instead of two, the two extra sticking out of its elbows. Its limbs were long and gangly, almost looking like it had starved itself for years. It’s fingers were like long claws, and the nails were sharpened to a fine point. It had four eyes, and long white hair that draped down past its shoulders. The thing that scared Embrace the most was its mouth and hands. They were caked with fresh blood which oozed from the mouth, mixing with saliva, and dripping onto the floor.

“You can’t hope to escape with your life, woman,” said the monster, “You can only prolong the inevitable. No matter what, you and your children are nothing more than food.”

“You took my only child,” cried Hinoko.

“You’re a terrible liar,” cackled the beast, “I saw two beds and a cradle. I also saw you scoop something up when you ran. Do you really think you can keep that one safe?”

“Embrace, RUN!” screamed Hinoko.

She then threw herself at the creature, sacrificing herself to give her daughter a chance to escape. As the creature grabbed onto her, Embrace ran from the closet, hoping to duck under the creature and run. It was all for naught, as the creature used it’s only free arm to grab onto her. Embrace looked back and screamed, tears filling up her eyes as she saw the creature feast on her mother, tearing into her chest.

“Please stop!” begged Embrace, “Please, just let us go.”

“That is not going to happen, kid,” said the creature, “Enjoy these last few moments, because soon it’s going to be your turn.”

“Please stop!” begged Embrace, “Someone, please help!!!”

“It’s useless kid,” snarled the creature, “So just shut up and-.”

The creature stopped, its gaze catching a glimpse of someone else. Embrace followed its gaze and saw someone standing in the hallway. It was a man, seeming to only be 20 years of age. They were garbed in a white haori, and underneath was a black suit and pants, seeming to be a uniform. In his hands, he held a black sword, but the mune of the blade was as white as a cloud and engraved on the blade were kanji that said one simple thing: “Destroyer of Demons”. Embrace was broken out of her trance by a strange sound. She turned to see the creature’s demeanor had changed, its body was now shaking, and she could see fear in all four of its eyes.

“You have taken the lives of too many,” said the man, “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Give me a break, okay!” yelled the creature, “I was hungry. Why can’t you understand that, we’re just getting our food!”

“You have killed many people,” said the man, “So in return, I will steal your life.”

“Stay back!” yelled the creature, dropping Embrace’s mother and grabbing onto her with all four hands, “If you come any closer, she dies here and now.”

“Fear not, little one,” said the man, “I will save you.”

The man adjusted himself, taking a strange stance. Embrace then heard the man breathe, and it sounded very peculiar to her.

“Mist Breathing: sixth form,” said the man, “Lunar Disappearing Mist!”

He then bust forward, almost too fast for either of the two to see. He jumped and flipped in the air. In the next second, before it could act, the creature found its arms, hands, and head to be severed, falling to the floor. Embrace hit the floor with a thump, landing next to her mother. She quickly reached out to grab her, trying to shake her awake.

“Mama,” called Embrace.

She got no response, just a dead silence. She shook further, not giving up.

“Mama, mama,” she continuously called, trying to get any response, “Mama, please, wake up!”

“I am sorry,” said the man, now standing over Embrace, “If I had gotten here sooner, maybe she would still be alive.”

“No, she’s still alive,” said Embrace, “She can’t be dead, right mama?!”

“I wish I could say you are right, little one,” said the man, “But she is no longer with us. I was too late, and the Demon took her from you.”

Embrace burst out crying. She didn’t want to comprehend it. She wanted all of this to be a bad dream, and that she would soon wake up to see her mother and sister alive right next to her. She was so distraught that she didn’t notice as the man picked her up and began to walk as he carried her. Embrace tried to break free, not wanting to leave her home, but the man had too tight a grip on her.

“What are you doing?!” screamed Embrace, “Let me go!”

“I couldn’t save either of them,” said the man, “But I can at least save you.”

“No, I want to go home,” yelled Embrace, “Please, let me go.”

“To walk alone at night is a dangerous thing,” said the man, “And now you know why. Now you know of the dangerous beasts that ravage our land.”

“Huh?” asked Embrace, “What do you mean? What was that thing?”

“That was a demon, dear child,” said the man, “The legends of old are true, at night, man-eating demons walk the earth, searching for humans to feast on. Normal attacks are useless, as they regenerate fatal wounds in the blink of an eye.”

“Then how did you kill it?” asked Embrace, “Who are you?!”

“My name is Yorokai Mizuguchi,” said the man, “and I am a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. We hunt demons in the dead of night and do what we can to protect humans with ours special blades. As I said, normal attacks are useless. There are only two things that can kill a demon: sunlight, or decapitation by a special sword, most commonly known as a Nichirin Sword.”

Embrace couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only did demons exist, but so did the ancient legends of the demon slayers. She looked around, seeing that they were traveling at a fast pace.

“So, what happens to me now?” asked Embrace.

“That is entirely up to you,” said Yorokai, “Your home is gone, and you are orphaned at a young age. What do you want to do?”

Embrace pondered the question but found herself distracted. She had lost her family, her home, everything she had. Tears once more welled up in her eyes as she wept for her mother and sister. That sadness then turned to rage as the thought of that horrid creature entered her mind. Not only had it taken everything from her, but it, and so many more like it had stolen everything from many others. She pondered the question, and in her anger, she found her answer.

“Mister Mizuguchi, sir,” said Embrace.

“What is it?” asked Yorokai.

“I want to become a demon slayer,” answered Embrace.

“Are you sure?” asked Yorokai, “That is a dangerous road to walk, and one that can so easily lead to danger and even death.”

“I now have nothing,” said Embrace, “you say that there are many horrible creatures that stalk the night and commit horrid acts upon others. I can never forgive them, and for that, I cannot allow them to continue. Please, give me a chance to end their reign of fear and terror.”

Yorokai didn’t speak at first, showing no expression, but then halted his pace and smiled.

“Very well,” said Yorokai, “I will take you to an old friend of mine. There, she will teach you the ways of swordsmanship and breathing. Then, after hard training, you will be tested to join the ranks of the Demon Slayer Corps. I ask you one final time; do you wish to walk this dangerous path with us?”

“I will,” said Embrace, not giving a moment’s hesitation.

“Hm, then it is settled,” said Yorokai, “What is your name?”

“Embrace,” answered Embrace.

“Well, Embrace,” started Yorokai, “Welcome to the world of the demon slayers.”

Embrace looked out towards the valley, seeing the first crack of dawn. As the sun slowly began to rise, so did Embrace as she was about to begin her new life.

Chapter 2:

It took a day’s travel for Yorokai and Embrace to reach their destination. Normally, it would take him half that time to do so, but he had let Embrace down, and demanded she follow him on foot. His reasoning was that she would be doing it a lot from now on, so there was no better time to get used to it. She was panting, and out of breath, but Yorokai was surprised to see that she had kept up at the pace he used, having had to use a slower pace for others in the past.

“We are here,” Yorokai announced, “I wish I could see you off, but I have many duties to fulfill. Rest here for now but prepare for challenges ahead.”

“Okay,” said Embrace, huffing and puffing, “Is there anything I should know before I meet this woman?”

“She is a friend of mine,” said Yorokai, “But due to the nature of the methods she uses to train people, do not suspect my recommendation will make her treat you any differently.”

“Okay,” said Embrace, “Before you go, thank you. You saved my life and even lead me here. For that, I am grateful.”

“No need to thank me,” said Yorokai, “I was just doing my duty. I wish you luck on the road ahead.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, “I wish you luck in battle too.”

Yorokai then waved goodbye as he entered the sanctum of the grounds. Embrace took this time to sit down and try to regain her energy. She sat there for what must’ve been ten minutes when she saw the doors fly open, and a relatively young woman stepped out. If Embrace could guess, she would say the woman was no older than her late mother. She was quite tall, standing at 5’11”, and seemed to have a strong build. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had piercing amber eyes, and a small scar ran between them like the rim of glasses.

“Ah, you must be the one Yorokai was speaking of,” said the woman, “My name is Natsuki Kogami, and I am a trainer for those who wish to join the Demon Slayer Corps. What is your name?”

“My name is Embrace Lilith,” said Embrace, getting to her feet, “I wish to learn from you and become a demon slayer.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” said Natsuki, “Fallow me, we will begin the trial to see if you’re worthy of becoming my student.”

Natsuki welcomed Embrace into the grounds. She looked around, shocked to see the size of the place. What seemed to be the main temple was massive, almost 50 times the size of her house. What seemed to be the training grounds was full of strange devices, and several training dummies, some of the posts were broken. She was led into the temple, going through the halls till they reached a big room. Embrace looked up, seeing no roof, seeing the sky as it started to shift to night time. The room was adorned with what seemed like a sort of obstacle course.

“This is what I use to test those who wish to become my students,” said Natsuki, “The test is very simple: you will go through that course for three laps. You must complete those three laps before the sand in this hourglass run out.”

“Is that all?” asked Embrace.

“Confident, are we?” said Natsuki, “Well, begin!”

Embrace was startled and took off. The course seemed like a simple track with a few hurtles, and some things she needed to climb over. She was about to reach the first hurtle when she felt the floor beneath her sink, and a strange sound came from beneath. She looked to the side and could barely react as a log on a rope came sailing in, knocking her over. She quickly scrambled to her feet and went back onto the course, jumping over the first hurdle. When she touched the ground, she felt it give out, and she slipped through. She grabbed onto the edge, pulling herself out of the tiger pit. She went on, coming to the wall with a few pegs sticking out. She grabbed on and began climbing up the wall. She grabbed onto the last peg, and gasped as it gave out. Before she could fall, she grabbed onto a lower peg, climbing more cautiously. As she went through the course, the traps became more frequent. As she finished the first two laps, she turned, seeing the hourglass was almost done. She sped up her pace, remembering where most of the traps were. Even with the knowledge of the first two laps, the traps were extremely hard to avoid. As she rounded the last corner, she saw there were only a few grains left. Embrace cringed as she pushed herself, running faster than she had ever run before. She tripped at the end, falling to the floor. She tried to get to her feet, but she felt weakness in her arms and legs, and she was gasping for breath. She then felt as Natsuki scooped her up.

“Just in the nick of time,” said Natsuki, “You passed, so, as promised, I will make you one of my students.”

“Thank you,” panted Embrace.

“Here, I’ll take you to your room,” said Natsuki, “Rest up, cause your training begins tomorrow.”

Embrace watched as they went through the halls, stopping at one door. Embrace was brought into the room and set down onto a mat. Embrace closed her eyes and began to rest, knowing she had a long road ahead of her.

Chapter 3:

The days passed by, and Embrace began her training to become a demon slayer. Her days consisted of grueling training that lasted from sun up to sun down. Her day began with her using a long wooden stick and striking a pole 3000 times. After that, it was on to running several laps around the grounds. After the run, it was sparring with Natsuki, and studying her movements while trying not to get knocked out. While waiting for her groups turn to spar, they were to practice striking the practice dummies, promised seconds at dinner if they could break the dummy post. The final exercise of the day was striking the same pole 8000 times. As she went through the motions, Embrace’s body became more accustomed to the strenuous regimen, thus making it easier for her to keep it up for the rest of the day. During sparring, for the first few weeks, she had been knocked out almost immediately during each session. She would awaken a few hours later and move on with her exercises. As she grew accustomed to life in the temple, she got to know the other students. Most of them were there for the same reason as her, others having learned the truth of demons and wanting to do something about it, and others who were found by Natsuki in dire situations and agreed to go through her training in return for help. She had begun to bond with some of them, starting to feel at home. Days turned to months, and Embrace made progress with her training. After a whole year, for the first time, she had been able to last in sparring sessions for a few minutes. She began to pick up on Natsuki’s movements and began learning how to block and even counter them. After another six months, she was then introduced to a new regimen. There, she learned of the secrets of the Demon Slayer Corps. and how their hundreds of members were able to fight against demons, despite their human form. She learned of total concentration breathing and began to train herself to master those techniques. On some days, she would be pulled out from the normal drills with others and begin learning the breathing forms of wind breathing sword techniques. With total concentration breathing, it was possible for demon slayer swordsmen to perform special sword techniques that aided them in their battle with demons. Embrace practiced every day since then, putting her body under great stress. Not only was it difficult to keep up total concentration breathing while under stress, but the techniques of wind breathing were very demanding, making it hard to keep it up for long periods of time. Luckily, the others were quick to see her plight and offered that they train together so that they could all progress and overcome their weakness. It was her the mark of her third year of training when she had noticed that the number of students had thinned significantly, and some that she had gotten to know were now gone. She had gone to Natsuki and asked her about this and was asked to follow. She was brought to another room, seeming to be a simple sparring chamber.

“Hmm, what are we here for?” asked Embrace.

“This is where I test those to see if they have completed my training,” said Natsuki, “If you can successfully strike me twenty times, then you have completed my training.”

“If I finish my training, will I be a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.?” asked Embrace.

“No, not yet” said Natsuki, “If you complete my training, I will approve you to go through the final selection. There, you will be tested, and if you pass that, then you will become a demon slayer.”

Natsuki then took a stance, drawing a wooden sword. Embrace responded by doing the same. She was ready to move in on her but was surprised to see Natsuki vanish in an instant. She felt hard wood strike her on the back of the head, and it all went black from there. Day after day, she would run herself through her drills and practice total concentration, but still failed with each attempt. Then, one day, after a year had passed, she challenged Natsuki one more time. The two entered the chamber and drew their wooden swords. Embrace took in a deep breath, ready to win this time. She and Natsuki burst forward, ready to clash. Natsuki whirled around her and swung towards Embrace’s head.

“What a shame,” said Natsuki, “Maybe next month.”

“Wind breathing: Sixth Form,” said Embrace, “Black Wind Mountain Mist!”

Embrace whirled around upward, swinging her sword. Natsuki’s strike was blocked and felt the tip strike her shoulder.

“Not bad,” said Natsuki, “Let us see if you can keep it up.”

“Wind Breathing: Second Form,” said Embrace, “Claws Purifying Wind!”

Embrace then made three upward slashes. Natsuki blocked the first but took the other two. Having felt pressed for the first time in a while, she decided to pick up the pace.

“Heh, it has been quite a while since the last time I did this,” said Natsuki, taking in a deep breath, “Wind Breathing: First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”

Natsuki burst forth at great speed, making continuous circular slashes.

‘If she has trained well’ thought Natsuki, ‘then this shouldn’t be hard to block.’

“Wind Breathing: Third Form,” said Embrace as she winded up, “Clean Storm Wind Tree.”

She rotated several times, unleashing a whirlwind of slashes. While the clashing against her had halted the both of them, Natsuki felt the sword brush against her twelve times. She smiled, impressed that Embrace had grown into such a capable fighter. She only needed to land five more strikes and she would pass the test. Natsuki jumped back and readied to strike again. Embrace seized this chance and burst forward. She readied and leaped into the air.

“Seventh Form: Gale Sudden Gusts!” yelled Embrace.

She swung her blade hard as she jumped, striking with great force. Natsuki raised her sword to defend and gasped as the force from the strike broke the wooden blade.

“Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind!” yelled Embrace.

Natsuki felt as she was struck on the back several times, exceeding the twenty required hits. Embrace landed on the floor, out of breath. She turned, seeing Natsuki smiling.

“Well done,” congratulated Natsuki, “You completed my training. Therefore, I will approve you for final selection.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, bowing in respect, “I would’ve never made it this far without your training, and for that, I am grateful.”

Natsuki invited Embrace to her chamber for dinner, treating her student to a feast. The two fellowshipped, recalling the day four years ago when she had first arrived. As Embrace left, she caught a glimpse of Natsuki grabbing some things. She went to her room and laid to rest, having one last trial ahead of her.

Chapter 4:

Embrace awoke the next morning, finding Natsuki waiting at her door.

“Good morning,” greeted Natsuki, “I wanted to see you off. Here take this.”

She handed Embrace a green Kimono and a black sword with a green mune.

“The site of final selection is to the north at Mt. Fujikasane,” said Natsuki, “This sword will protect you.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, “I promise to make you proud.”

Embrace got dressed in the kimono, then set off. She traveled far to the north, going from town to town, traversing the land till she reached her destination, the sun beginning to set. At the foot of the mountain, she found the beginning of a long stair case that ascended the mountain. As she walked up the steps, she noticed wisteria was all over the place. She eventually reached the top, finding many other people in an open area. They all seemed to be around her age, some older, some younger. Most of them only had swords like her, but some carried flails with them as well as swords. Embrace decided to rest under a tree and wait for the test to begin. She watched as the moon began to rise, the moonlight touching down onto the area. She looked over and saw two girls standing on a small little stage, both off them looking the same as each other.

“Greetings,” said one, “We are pleased to see so many people who wish to join the Demon Slayer Corps.”

“You have all gathered her to take part in the final selection process,” said the other, “To pass, you must survive seven days past this wisteria barrier. Demons who have been captured by demon slayers are on this mountain, so be careful.”

“Now, let the final selection begin!” said the two in unison.

Embrace and the others rushed forth into the forest ahead, leaving their safe haven behind. Most broke away from the group, but Embrace and a few others stuck together, seeing strength in numbers.

“Okay, let us move to the east,” said Embrace, “The sunlight will first strike there.”

The group followed her, making their way through the forest. Along the way, the party stopped, hearing rustling coming from all directions. They all stood back-to-back, ready for the next challenge. Suddenly four demons sprung from the trees, trying to catch the children off guard.

“Finally!” yelled one of the demons.

“I haven’t had human flesh in a long time,” said another.

The demons then closed in, all ready to tear the group to shreds. The group then prepared, took a deep breath, and burst forward.

“Water Breathing: Second Form Improved: Lateral Water Wheel!”

“Thunder breathing: Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!”

“Wind Breathing: First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”

“Flame Breathing: Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!”

“Stone Breathing: Third Form: Stone Skin!”

The user of stone breathing whipped their flai. around, repelling the demons back. This left them open, allowing the four others to close in and slice off the demon’s heads. They all saw as the bodies of the demons crumbled. Embrace was entranced by this, so entranced that she didn’t notice a demon coming up behind her.

“Behind you!” yelled the water breathing user.

Embrace drew her sword as she turned, and saw as someone else closed in, seeming to be an eight year old girl.

“Mist Breathing: Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash!”

The one behind burst forward, slicing off the demon’s head in an instant.

“It would do you good to be aware of your surroundings,” was all they said before retreating to into the forest.

The group decided to move forward. As the days gone by, the five stuck together, resting in the day time, and fighting off demons at night. They soon reached the end of the last night, heading back to the area where they first started this trial. They reached the wisteria as the sun began to rise. As they entered the center sanctum, they noticed many people from the beginning were missing. In fact, the only people there was the girl from before and three others.

“Welcome back,” said the two children from the beginning, “We are so glad that you all are safe. Starting today, you all are members of the Demon Slayer Corps. There are 10 ranks in the Demon Slayer Corps.: Kinoe, Kinoto, Hinoe, Hinoto, Tsuchinoe, Tsuchinoto, Kanoe, Kanoto, Mizunoe, Mizunoto. You will all start at the bottom at Mizunoto, we will now brand you with your rank. In addition, you will be assigned a Kqsugai crow.”

As they said that, one of them clapped their hands. At the sound as if it were a signal, several crows flew out of the trees. Embrace held her arm out and watched as a crow landed onto her forearm.

“Hello, little guy,” said Embrace, stroking its head.

“Now, for the next part,” said one of the girls, showing a table with a bunch of rocks on it, “Now, you shall select the ore that shall be used to forge your sword.”

Each of the survivors took turns stepping up, selecting their ore. Once everyone was done, they were all called up to have their measure taken for uniform sizes. As Embrace was being measured, she felt a small tickle on her hand. They were all dismissed, all setting off to wait for their uniforms and katana. Embrace returned to Natsuki’s temple where she was welcomed back with congratulations. Two weeks later, Embrace was sweeping the grounds when she heard the sound of chimes. She opened the gates and was surprised to find a man with a Hyottoko mask standing outside, a box under his left arm.

“Hello, I am Murako Tsuchinata,” said the man, “I am her to deliver the sword for Embrace Lilith.”

“Ah, I am Embrace Lilith,” said Embrace, “Please, come in.”

“I must be off to deliver another blade, so please draw it here,” said Murako.

Embrace opened the box and found a sheathed sword.

“Heh, I remember when my first blade was delivered,” said Natsuki, sneaking up behind them, “Go ahead, draw it.”

“Nichirin Swords are also called color changing katanas,” explained Murako, “It’s color changes depending on the one who draws it.”

Embrace unsheathed the blade, seeing a normal steel katana. After a moment of gazing at it, Embrace watched as it changed. The blade turned black, but the mune turned a dark green.

“What else was I expecting?” Natsuki said sarcastically.

“Well, I must be off,” said Murako, “I look forward to our business in the future.”

Murako then set off, heading to his next delivery. Embrace went back inside where Natsuki surprised her with her corps. uniform. Embrace got herself fitted in the black clothes, finding them to be a perfect fit. She stepped out in front of a mirror and looked at her reflection. As she looked herself over, she decided to make one final change. She pulled her long hair back and tied it into a pony tail.

“North! You must go north!” yelled a voice, startling Embrace.

She looked and saw her crow incoming.

“You must travel north!” shouted the crow, “In a town to the north, people go missing every night! Prepare, Embrace Lilith, this is your first mission as part of the Demon Slayer Corps.!”

Embrace sighed, wanting to spend a little longer her. She brushed it off, and left the temple, Natsuki seeing her off. With a mission to fulfill and her destination in mind, Embrace took off north, ready to begin her life as demon slayer.

Part 1: End.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge and Ufotable

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Writing Prompts (Applicable to Any Fandom)

This is just a compiled list of prompts I’ve collected from Pinterest and other random places and can be used in any fandom that I write for. I have other prompt lists that get more specific. If you want to use one in a request to me, just use the following ‘Character Name and Prompt No. 35 from the Any Fandom list′ for example + some details if you’d like.

There’s quite a bit on this list, so be wary.... I mean, it’s only like 800 prompts... Also, I did not organize it due to its vast size.

Key:

‘*’ Denotes something that could be used as dialogue.

[*] Denotes a swear word that I removed.

"I don't like [NAME]. I like you."

"You're a wonderful person, never forget that."

"I'd do anything for you."

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

"Can you picture it? You and I together?"

"'Us'... I like the sound of that."

"You always know what to say."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you ever going to listen?"

"Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me."

"I know for a [*] fact that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Sort yourself out first."

"Shh... I know."

"Tell me a story."

"My mum asked about you again."

"He already knows."

"I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart."

"You deserve so much better."

"I've never met anyone as rude and pigheaded as you. Marry me?"

"Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself."

"How long has it been since you've slept?"

"You're burning up."

"No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

"Because nobody cares about me."

"Because I care about you."

"You look sad."

"Please, don't leave me alone."

"Oh no, you're bleeding." (Exclamation point optional I suppose, this version without seems a bit too unconcerned)

"I heard you scream. Nightmares again?"

"Hey, just look at me. Breathe."

"Hold my hand. You're going to be fine."

"You need to eat something."

"Stop telling me you're okay."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Don't touch me!"

"I could just use a hug."

OTP on a hammock together. Person B is asleep on Person A's chest while Person A keeps one foot on the floor so they can rock the hammock in hopes of Person B

remained asleep.

"It's really not that complicated."

"Close the door."

"I should have told you a long time ago."

"Why are you helping me?"

"You have to leave right now!"

"Just trust me."

"I've been waiting a long time."

"You're in love with him/her."

"Come here."

"We could get arrested for this."

"What are you thinking about?"

"You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"I thought you were dead."

"Was that supposed to hurt?"

"I can explain."

"Love is overrated."

"Watch me."

"I've missed this."

"I don't believe you."

"You scream like a girl." I did not scream like a girl." "Well, you sure did a high-pitched scream." "I did not scream." "Oh yeah, so what did you do?" "That was me merely trying not to have a heart attack with a little dignity."

*He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.

*How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?

"I'm afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself."

"Did you guys used to be best friends?"

"Don't ever forget me. Please."

*They lived to be the greatest.

*The world stopped breathing that night.

"You're my regret."

"Don't tell me to give up like everything is meaningless."

"I screwed up."

"I trusted you!"

"Does it ever stop hurting?" "No, you just make room for it."

"I loved them more than anything in this world, and they're dead because of me."

"Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up."

"I'm trying, all the time, but it's just too hard."

"It's just you. You're all alone."

"I loved them, and now I'm going to kill them."

"They can't do anything to me. I have nothing left."

"How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through?"

"I don't care about you. No one does."

"I don't have a choice--I never had."

"Why are you glaring at me?" "I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust."

Imagine Person A of your OTP trying to secretly kiss Person B's cheek while they're asleep but Person B shifts and Person A accidentally kisses their mouth and pulls back flustered, looking down to find a wide-eyed Person B who pulls them back for a real kiss.

"I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life." "You are the WORST at this comfort thing."

"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."

"So, that's what you are..."

"Are you flirting or starting a fight?"

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

Imagine being unexpectedly cornered by your favourite character. They tilt your chin up to make you meet their intense gaze as they press forward against you, lean in so close you can feel their hot breath on your ear, and purr, "do you have any idea what I want to do to you?"

"So where were you when this all happened?" "Where was I? Hmmm... That is a very good questions." "You're not going to tell me?" "Nope."

He knew he was hope when her lips touched his.

"Stop that!" "Stop what?" "Doing that thing with your face when you're happy. It's making me nauseous."

"So you're the guy who saved my life?"

"You found me after all this time." "Of course, I never stopped looking."

"Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often."

"Look, I know you don't like it. But it's time to woman up and get. This. Done."

"Don't try to shut me out of this. I've been here since Day 1. I'm more a part of this than you are."

"Take my hand." "Why?" "I'm trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!"

"Are you insane?" "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Their eyes met, and suddenly, they were alone in the crowd.

"I love you." "That's pretty stupid of you."

"Love is scary. This feeling of falling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground. "Not if I catch you." "You can't catch me if you're falling with me." "Darling, I started falling long before you did."

He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen hum. "I guess I'm asking you to trust me." He said.

"We were always going to say goodbye, weren't we?" "Yeah, I think so." "I loved you though. I loved you so much." A pause. "I know, I know. I loved you too."

"Look, I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

"Mmm... You're warm."

"If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

"I think I might be falling in love with you."

"Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day."

"It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think in makes a person stronger."

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

"I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

"No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

"You know I'm/we're always here for you, right?"

"Please talk to me about it."

*I loved the woman you were before. Not this monster.

"If I'm dying, let me eat cake." "You're not dying." "Let me eat cake anyways."

"Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." He pleaded. After that, there was no going back.

"Sometimes it just gets too hard to keep pretending."

"I can't help but stare."

"Why am I always the one carrying you?"

"Is there a reason your knees are shaking and your hand is squeezing like there's no tomorrow?"

"You've got a little something.... Right there.... No, there."

"And if I don't?"

"Make me."

"Can't you pretend to love me?" Just once?"

"Is that b-blood?"

"Kiss it and make it better."

"Stay by my side... Please."

"Come on, dance in the rain with me."

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on m-"

"Just shut-shut up for one minute."

"Come here." "Why?" "Just come here." "No, you're gonna hit me."

"I'm way too sober for this."

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-" "At least a twenty."

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"

"Did you just... Agree with me?" "Oh, I wish I could--" "Nope! You said it! No take-backs!"

"Don't breathe on that, it's expensive."

"I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list."

"You have to listen to reason!" "But reason is boring!"

*I want to make her mine.

"That's not a happy story." "Well, I don't live a happy life."

"Is that blood?" "No?" "That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" "Yes." "What if I just break his nose a little?"

"You're okay, right?" You're not hurt?" "No, no, no, I'm fine. Totally fine, no, no, I'm fine." "Really? Because you are repeating your words, you look pale, and you look like you're about to topple over." "Yeah, you might wanna catch me."

"I love you." "Lying isn't a good look for you."

"Damn right I'm pretty." "I said petty."

The kidnapped [something] replies, "but I don't want to be saved."

"Your hair is so soft..."

"You're so cute when you pout like that."

"Just relax, I'll wash your hair for you."

"What, does that feel good?"

"HA! I found a weak spot on you, didn't I?"

"You are ridiculously comfortable..."

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"I'm in a mood to make some bad life choices!" "Don't sound so excited about it."

"But do you REALLY want your heart back?"

"This is the third time I've been kidnapped this week. It's getting old."

He would never forget that smell.

Dirt and leaves tangled in my hair as he/she pushed me to the ground. He/She pressed his/her hand over my mouth and whispered, "hush or they'll hear you."

"Take your mask off when you speak to me."

He was flirting with every woman in the room, until he saw her.

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge." "Can I pick?"

*My heart and this world don't fit each other.

*I knew if I ever saw him again, I'd never leave.

"Why do you have scars there?"

"I will never regret loving you."

"I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely."

"Do we need wine?" "No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on." "But life is so freeing without them." "Pants. On. Now."

"Just, take a deep breath or something!" "TAKE A DEEP BREATH?! It feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!"

"Oh no." "What is it? What happened? Who died?" "I think I just felt an emotion." "You've got to be kidding me."

"I think I broke him."

"Ohh, so you think I'm cute when I'm angry? Well, get ready because I'm about to be GORGEOUS!"

"I don't care if you're panicking--just do it quietly."

"You didn't seriously...?" "Yep." "You just...?" "Yep." "Does that mean...?" "Quite probably."

"Oh, you're still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed. I might think you don't like me."

"The real treasures are the memories we made along the way." "I almost died!" "Ah, yes, that was my fondest memory."

"Hello, Life Ruiner." "Oh, calm down, that was years ago. Your life doesn't look too

ruined to me."

"I-I can't stop it. I'm sorry..." "It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you."

*She has the favour of all the men. Why in the world would she choose a ____?

His eyes rose to meet mine. I was the only one left.

"Maybe one day, in my dreams, I'll find that perfect person." "Well, you must be dreaming because I'm right here."

"Hello, Darling. We are long overdue for a chat."

*How could he look at her like thaT? That was the look he gave me.

*We grew up together. You just never noticed I existed.

"What happened to your--" "I lost a bet." "Why--" "I don't want to talk about it."

"You gotta stop doing that." "What?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you."

*I wanted you back

"You're hurting me."

"Can you please stop?"

"Why did you come back?"

"Go. Away."

"What you said really hurt."

"I can't do this anymore."

"I'm not fine. I know I said I was, but I'm not."

"I can't love you. I don't know how."

"I had no choice."

"It's too cold! Come back!"

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

"Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

"He/She did it." "No, he/she did."

"I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

"No, no, it's alright, come here."

"I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

"Why did you come back?"

"What really matters to you?"

"I get why she/he chose you."

"I'm running from the mess I made."

"That was unforgivable."

"What are you doing here?"

*If only he knew she would be his downfall.

"I move with a dangerous crowd. The kind of men I don't want you to ever meet.

*Broken hearts win wars

"I can't breathe when I'm away from you."

"I can't have you, so I've decided I don't want you."

Handsome, broken and a mistake from the beginning. Are you sure you're comfortable with this?

"Are you decent?" "Not morally, but I'm wearing pants, if that's what you're asking."

*Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive.

*We looked at each other a little too long to be just friends.

"You're just not the same anymore."

"Why do you run away from your problems all the time?"

"You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do any good."

"Hey, I know you're hurting... But you're not alone, okay?"

"I hate you! I'm sorry it took me so damn long to realize that!"

"You lost your chance."

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

"You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!"

"Calm down! You're scaring me!"

"Don't look at me like that."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I'm done trying to help you!"

"Sorry doesn't fix everything."

"Your hair is really soft after you wash it."

"Shh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

"You smell really nice."

"Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

"Here, let's share the blanket."

"You're comfy."

"You are my new pillow."

"You are very endearing when you're half asleep."

"But I want to hear you sing."

"Don't be stubborn, try it."

"Don't get up, I'll do it."

"Will you let me rub your back?"

"Star-gazing was a good idea."

"You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."

"I'll always be here for you."

"I'll be here to protect you."

"I think I love you."

"How about something warm? It'll help you sleep."

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways."

"Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you."

"It's not morning yet."

"Shush and go back to bed."

"I heard you talking in your sleep."

"Your bedhead is really cute."

"How about a kiss?"

"This changes nothing... I'm still me, even if I'm with you."

"That kiss... Did you mean it?"

"No one has to known about us, I know this could ruin you."

"Yes, I love you, but I can't ignore everything you did in the past."

"Listen, we have to move on. Past is past, what we have now is everything."

"Are you messing with me? Because if you didn't mean what you said, I will kill you."

"Was that 'just a [*]'? I don't think so."

"You don't have to say you love me. No one means it anyways."

"Just let me love you, and you can pretend to love me. I don't mind."

"Don't leave me now, I can't bear it. We can go back to hating each other if it makes it easier, just don't leave me."

"I don't expect you to change. I don't want you to."

"People will talk. Let them. Their opinions mean nothing to me."

"It's us against the world now, isn't it?"

"Every time you kiss someone else, you'll be thinking of me, I know it."

"If fighting tells a person's true nature, than no one knows you better than me."

"If anyone lays a hand on you, I'll break their every finger."

"I've wanted you for so long, I could never say before."

"I can't go back to the way things were before. Being with you changed everything."

"We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did. And now we have a choice to make."

"You know every time you made me angry, I fantasized about you...."

"I don't regret one single moment, not one. It led me to you."

"I guess this means we belong to each other now, hm?"

"If anyone tries to talk me out of this, I won't hear them. I promise."

"Are you sure about this? There's no going back now."

"If you break my heart, I will deny everything and erase you."

"This may be the worst decision I ever made, I don't know. But we have to see if we can work."

"Woah, are you okay?"

"Get up!"

"W-what happened?"

"Steady now."

"What happened to you?"

"I got you, don't worry."

"You look like you're going to tip over at any second."

"Why am I on the ground?"

"Hey, wake up."

"Please tell me you aren't dead..."

"Please groan if you're awake."

"I... I need to sit down...."

"I have you, it's okay."

"Can you make it to that ___?"

"Do you need to sit down?"

"You belong to me."

"You're mine to own, understand?"

"No, you're not going out without me."

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that? You're body is for my eyes only."

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?"

"You're not allowed to see them anymore."

"You're being too friendly with them."

"I don't like it when they touch you."

"I can't stand how they're looking at you."

"You can't leave me. You couldn't live without me."

"I provide for you, you don't have to work now."

"I'm locking you in your room until you learn."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Come over here and make me."

"Stop thinking about him/her/them."

"You're beautiful/handsome and I'm not the only one who thinks that."

"I need your forgiveness."

"If you don't rest, you won't heal."

"You're the only one I can trust."

"Kiss me."

"I love you."

"I told you not to fall in love with me."

"I forgive a lot, but I never forget what's said and done."

"Please shut up, I can't stand how appealing your voice is."

"Shut up. Just shut up."

"Again?"

"I've been in love with you my entire life."

"I'm tired of being your secret."

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

"How dare you."

"I dare you."

"It's you, it's always been you."

"Well, this is awkward...."

"Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?"

"You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?"

"When you love someone, you just don't stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy... Even then. Especially then!"

"I think I've been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again."

"Those things you said yesterday.... Did you mean them?"

"You know we're supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it too. I know you do."

"I'm not going to apologize for this. Not anymore."

"I will protect you with my life."

"Please don't let me fall." "Never."

"You'll catch me right?" "Always."

"I told you that I'd never leave you; I've not going anywhere."

"Wait, something doesn't feel right."

"Did you hear that?"

"Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"You told me you were okay! You promised!"

Ẅhy didn't you tell me?!"

"How long have you been covering this?!"

"Who did this to you?"

"[NAME], this is serious!"

"Cut the [*] and tell me what happened."

"You've been trying to deal with this yourself?"

"You idiot!"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"We could have prevented this!"

"If you didn't want to be a burden, you should have gotten it treated right!"

"You didn't think it was that bad? Are you looking at it?!"

"You are not fine!"

"I'm in love with you."

"Please don't leave me."

"It's always been me."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"I've wanted this for so long."

"I can't wait any longer."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Can I touch you?'

"I missed you so much."

"Stay with me forever."

"I thought you didn't want me."

"I want you. Only you."

"The way I feel with you..."

"I'll always love you."

"Please marry me."

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

"Because I love you."

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen..."

"I can't stay away from you."

"I've been waiting all my life for you."

"I'm better when I'm with you."

"You make me so happy."

"I like the way your hand fits in mine."

"You have something in your hair, umm.... Do you want me to get it out?"

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

"Half the time I get to embarrassed to say anything."

"No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking with them."

"You're a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly."

"Geez, you always make me blush so damn much."

"I don't deserve you."

"Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood."

"I'm sorry, but.... I don't remember you."

"I wish I'd never met you." "No.... You don't mean that."

"Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It's not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It's.... It's the love. It's too trong, and you can't fight it. I've tried. Believe me, I've tried... But I'm always going to love you. And I need you to know that."

"I thought I could trust you!"

"I should've known."

"Are you just going to leave me here?!"

"Where are you going?"

"Why did you do this?"

"Don't. I don't need to hear your pathetic excuses anymore."

"You can still do the right thing!"

"You knew about this all along, didn't you?"

"I will remember this..."

"I thought we were friends!"

"Please, let's just go back, please."

"This is a joke? Right?"

"What are you doing? What...?"

"I still believe there is a good person in you."

"It was necessary."

"Did you think I really cared about you?"

"This was my plan all along."

"There was no other way."

"This is what you get from trusting me."

"It's too late to go back."

"I'm sorry this had to go down like this."

"That's right, I lied."

"It's all for a good cause."

"You were so stupid. You should've known."

"Just so you know... I don't regret anything."

"Shame. I kind of liked you."

"This is my responsibility."

"You will no longer love me if you see who I truly am."

"It's alright, I'm right here."

"Why did you choose me?" "You know very well why, [NAME]."

"I'm a monster." "No, you're not."

"You deserve so much better than me."

"Stop lying."

"Why are you being like this?"

"Please hold me."

"I can't take this anymore."

"Please don't cry."

"I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room."

"Don't shut me out."

"Give me one single [*] reason why I should/n't leave."

"Can't you tell he/she's broken?"

"You'd better put that knife down."

"Don't listen to them."

"Just leave."

"I don't need you."

"Get away from her/him/them before I break every bone in your body."

"No, wait!"

"Hear me out." "Why the [*] I listen to you?"

Person A doesn't talk much, but sometimes they shyly whisper cute/kind things into Person B's ear whenever they think Person B needs it.

Person A gently running their fingers through Person B's hair.

AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo. Every time you fall in love, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (i.e. a new tattoo appearing on a celebrity's body in new photos and a very lucky fan (who'd just met them,) realizing that it's their tattoo.)

"Whatever is wrong, I'll fix it. I'll fix it for you,"

"I've missed you so much."

"In a room full of people, it feels like it's just us two."

"I wanna be with you."

"Let me help you with that."

"There can only be you. I don't want anyone else."

"You look amazing in anything."

"I'm the luckiest person on earth."

"Don't forget this moment."

"I could never say no to you."

"I'm yours. I always have been."

"Kiss me and I'll forgive you."

"You're all I can think about."

"Man, I can't pay attention to anything else but you."

"Please me mine."

"When you look at me like that, it makes me want to give you my heart."

"Good morning, angel."

"When I'm with you, nothing hurts anymore."

"You're my everything."

"I'm gentle with you because I love you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I love waking up to you."

"You taste like forever."

"Sweetheart, come here. It's been far too long without seeing your face."

"You make me forget."

"I could kiss you all day."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"You don't have to do all the things you do, but I truly appreciate it, and I love you."

"Please look at me."

"Is he/she really just a friend?"

"I'm just disappointed."

"You know I'm not like that."

"Don't give me space. That's the last thing I want with you."

"I know you still love me."

"I can't think straight with you."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Don't do this here."

"Trust me on this."

"Please don't misunderstand me."

"You... You never had a problem with it before."

"I know I shouldn't be here."

"What do you mean by that."

"You deserve more."

"Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask."

"I'm scared."

"I swear I'll do things different this time."

"She/He's beautiful. I hope she/he makes you happy."

"I want to believe you. I do."

"Not everyone is going to hurt you."

"I'm... I'm trying. I really am."

"I can't sleep."

"How long will this go on for?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Do you ever mean the things you say?"

"You won't understand."

"You're making me think that what they told me about you was right."

"Am I too late?"

"I loved you first."

"You broke my heart."

"I was alone."

"We have to stop."

"You left me."

"I can't do this anymore."

"You should have been here."

"I need you."

"You never cared."

"I'm so afraid."

"Just stay."

"You mean everything to me."

"You mean nothing to me."

"I can't do this alone."

"Don't leave me."

"I should have told you."

"Sorry isn't good enough."

"I still miss you."

"We can't fix this."

"I'm broken."

"You should have trusted me."

"I had no choice."

"I'm not worth it."

"Where were you when I needed you?"

"I never meant to hurt you."

"You have to let go."

"I didn't ask for this."

"I tried."

"This was never going to work."

"I should have been there."

"I lost her/him."

"It should have been you."

"Ow, yeah, okay, that's starting to hurt."

"It's just a cut."

"I've had worse."

"You're bleeding all over my floor!"

"Shall we?" "Not even in your dreams."

"Darling, stop."

"Stop... Running... I swear to... I will tackle you to the damn ground."

Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss and who pulls back and says, 'breathe."

AU where people age until they're 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soulmate so they can grow old together.

"You mess with him/her, you mess with me."

"That's it, you're staying here until I can get this sorted." "But I--" "No buts!"

"You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I've

seen it. I know who you are."

"And if the world thinks it can keep us apart, then it hasn't been paying attention because there is nothing, nothing I wouldn't do just to stay by your side."

"I loved you at your darkest."

"I was just kinda hoping that you'd, y'know... Fall in love with me."

With one look in his eyes, she told herself, "this is going to hurt when it's over."

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

"I love you, you know that right?"

"Okay, so don't freak out, but I got [item/thing] everywhere...."

"Is it supposed to look like that?" "I think so?" "Is that a question or a statement?"

"Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!"

"Are you safe? I-I don't know."

"Cuddle me you weirdo."

"Are you... Crying? You? Mister/Miss 'I don't cry, I'm tough as hell'?" "Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!"

"You're part of the family now, don't ever think you're not."

"Breathe, can you do that for me?"

"I'm a burden to you!"

"'I'm better off dead." "You're better off alive, with me."

"You're beautiful, and if anyone says that you're not, know that they're damn well wrong."

"You're warm, s'great for cuddling."

Character B's head hurts and Character A fusses as their thighs are used as a cushion, saying it's probably not comfy and Character B says that it's perfect because they get to stare up at their face and it has a great view. (Of their nostrils).

Character B is in so much pain and Character A knows it, so they let Character B hold their hand as tight as they want, even when it hurts and it feels like a finger just broke.

"Show me your scars," he said. "But... Why?" She asked quizzically. "I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"I thought that if I acted like it didn't matter, then it wouldn't."

Your father taught you a strange language when you were young. On your 18th birthday, you find out why...

"I don't need help! I just want the pain to stop!"

"We can be friends instead..."

"I tried to move on, but nobody is you..."

"Do I look like I've moved on?"

"I don't remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?"

"I can't take the loneliness anymore."

"It feels like everyone just forgot I exist."

"Maybe I'm meant to be alone."

"I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back."

"I've been alone for so long..."

"But you promised..."

"Isn't this, like, illegal?" "Probably."

"You're really drunk right now, I don't think you're going to remember any of this." "No, I'm not drunk at all. You're just blurry."

"I have a feeling we should kiss." "Is that a good or a bad feeling?"

"You go ahead, I'll hold them off for as long as I can."

"I'm not afraid to die, but I am afraid to lose you."

"Go on, a little liquid courage might make this easier."

"I miss home."

"Honey, I will punch you in the face and steal your food, do not cross me."

"Ew, rain."

"How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"How long are you guys going to stand around my bed like a bunch of creepers?"

They were looking, but I didn't care. I ran to him anyways.

"Stay for me."

"What's this between us?"

"I don't want your apology."

"You know I have feelings for you."

"Yeah, I remember the drill."

"You've never hurt me. Ever."

"Then leave her/him/them at home."

"I don't believe it."

"This is breaking my heart."

"You've met me at a very strange time in my life."

"What keeps you up at night?

"I wish you were here."

"I let you down."

"Something strange happened here."

"You're not safe here."

"I wasn't ready to say goodbye."

"We are not the same and never will be."

"You own my heart."

"You'd be a great dad."

"You'd be a great mum."

"I want to protect you."

"What's the matter."

"Stop being so cute."

"You're making me blush."

"You're teasing me again."

"This is why I fell in love with you."

"You're the best."

"They're going to love you, don't worry!"

"Oh, are you ticklish?"

"Of course I remembered?"

"You're one hell of a guy/girl."

"Are you jealous?"

"Hold me and never let me go."

"Stop hogging all the blankets!"

"Let's run away together."

"Tell me where it hurts."

"How did this happen?'

"Let me see."

"How bad is it?"

"Can you carry me?"

¨I can move.

"Don't move!"

"This is gonna hurt."

"I can't feel anything."

"You're burning up,"

"I-I threw up."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you."

"How long ago did this happen?"

"How long have you felt like this?"

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt so bad?"

"Your pain can't be a ten, it's only a scratch--o-oh..."

"I fell down."

"Please, make it stop."

"Stop moving around, you'll make it worse."

"I don't think I can get up."

"I can't do it myself, I need you to do it."

"I'm too squeamish for this."

"It's only a scratch."

"Was there a scuffle?"

"This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well."

"Tell them how you screwed up."

"Until the day you learn how to start a normal conversation, I will have to be there to fix the messes you make."

"I don't know what the question was, but without a doubt my answer is 'I don't know'."

"Try not to gasp."

"Am I doing it right?"

"I am the backbone of this household."

"I know I've kissed you like, ten times, but just another ten, please."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"I think I might be pregnant."

"I want to try for a baby."

"You would make the perfect mum/dad."

"Think about it... The little patter of children in our home."

"I want to marry you."

"You're just not the same anymore."

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Why do you run away from your problems all the time?"

"I'm just tired...."

"I'm not crying, I just have some--okay, I am crying but if you tell anyone I'll make you regret it."

"Just leave me alone."

"...You're kind of an ugly crier."

"Should I come back later?"

After it happened, everyone tried to comfort me, and told me it would all be okay. That everything would turn out alright in the end. I sure hoped it wouldn't. Because little did they know, I was the one who had caused the problem, and I had done it for a reason."

Terror. Disgust. I don't really know. It's kind of a toss up when you wake up covered in blood.

I stroked his/her tear-stained cheek. His/Her eyes met mine, and I tried my hardest to remember them, because I knew that after today, I'd never see him/her again.

"You know how you always thought I was brave?" "Yeah?" "Well, I'm about to prove you wrong..."

"I've never had a child before...."

"How about [NAME] for a name?"

"Does it hurt?"

"You need to rest."

"Let me look after you."

"You're huge!"

"I want to feel it kick."

"Can I feel the bump?"

"Come quick! The baby's kicking!"

"How many months along are you?'

"Y-you're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"I think I'm pregnant."

"The baby is/isn't yours."

"I don't know who the father is."

"Is it mine?"

"You're beautiful, stretchmarks and all."

"We'll be okay, all three of us."

"I'm so scared."

They told me I'd never get pregnant, that it was a complete impossibility. In my hurt,

youthful, rebellious rage, I'd made the most of that. Oh, how I took advantage of it. You can imagine how the tiny heartbeat on the screen shocked me. But the doctors, they're accusing me of being someone else. That's how certain they'd been that my childhood injuries had rendered me completely unable to have children. Except I'm still scarred, inside and out, and I'm most definitely, one-hundred percent pregnant and I have no idea how. (Note: This one would be tweaked if used in Tolkien's universe or something similar).

"It's okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think. To me, you're perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You don't have to be alone."

"I feel like I'm being stabbed." "How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?"

"Does he know about the baby?"

"You're kidding right? Hold on, you are kidding, right?"

"You came back."

"I promised, didn't I?"

"I love you a lot more than you believe."

"You're pretty."

"You have a nice smile."

"You look nice."

She ran as fast as her pregnant belly would allow her to.

*Her screams were like windchimes, stuck in a storm.

*It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything.

When she walked into the room, everyone gasped. She was... Different.

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a guy/girl." "I didn't either."

"You're special," he/she smiled, tucking a lock of the (h/c) hair behind the young guy/girl's ear. "I get why he/she chose you."

"It's a long story." "You conned me into thinking you were dead for [x amount of time]. I have time."

There was something about him. Something about the way he watched me.

"It's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around her as she shook with terror. "It's over now." "No, it's not." She whispered back, "it hasn't even begun."

"I never stood a chance, did I?" "That's the sad part. You did once."

"I don't know why you're freaking out about being fake married to a guy/girl you're basically married to."

He squinted his eyes, looking over her. "What's the matter with you?" He asked. She glanced down at her feet and mumbled, "I don't know."

You're vacationing in a city you've never been in before, when you suddenly find yourself in a place you've seen hundreds of times in your dreams. The person you always see in those dreams is there too, and they slowly turn and ask, "is it really you?"

He didn't even know her name, yet he felt sorry for her--for all the pain she was going to live through.

"Wait," I forced the word through my clenched teeth, but he/she was already gone.

"She/He deserves better than me."

"We're more than 'just friends' and you know it."

"It's me! It's me! Calm down [endearment], please."

"What have you been doing? Actually, don't answer that, I don't want to know."

"Touch her again and I'll kill you." "Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don't do [*] [NAME]. They just piss me off more."

"You don't mess with my family."

"This isn't anything like how I'd imagined it."

"Don't worry, it hurts a little less each time."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Go ahead--rip my heart out."

"I don't care what you talk about, can you just keep talking?"

"I'm not afraid of thunder, that's silly--"

"I can't sleep, so can you sing to me?"

"Stop laughing at me."

"Is it okay if I steal your heart?"

"I will protect you with my life."

"Hold this, I'm gonna go kick his [*]."

"How many of these do you have?"

"You're the one who said to be quiet, and you're not being quiet."

"I was kidding."

"Hey, do you wanna fight?"

"Where did you get that?"

"And then--hey, are you listening?"

"Watch, this is the best part."

"How long have you been standing outside?"

"Did you just throw that at me?"

He/She knew one hundred little things about him/her, but when he/she kissed him/her, he/she couldn't even remember his/her own name.

The rain bit into his/her skin like needles and he/she screamed and cried until the taste of blood was all he/she knew. But still, he/she clawed at the drt with his/her bare fingernails like that which was buried beneath was all he/she had left--because it was.

They were like fire and ash. So similar, yet so different. She was beautiful, lively, destructive. He was lost, scarred and totally in love with her.

"Go to him. He waits for you."

"The truth? I like you a lot. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You're smart. You're different. You're a little crazy and awkward, and your smile alone can make my day."

"Did any of these [*] mess with you?" "No, you've marked your territory so hard they're scared to even say 'hello'."

"Don't you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always [*] chose you."

"You don't need to protect me."

"You fainted... Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."

"You have to make a choice."

"You have the most amazing eyes."

"You have to remember!"

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"You know, it's okay to cry..."

"You lied to me!"

"You look beautiful!"

"You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

"You need to leave. Right now."

"You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

"You shouldn't have even been there!"

"You walked away. Not me."

"You weren't supposed to hear that..."

"You'll be the death of me."

"You're not alone."

Imagine Person A talking about how much prettier their friends are then them, and getting really down about themselves and Person B just responds with, "I find that hard to believe."

Imagine your favourite character running up to you and picking you up, spinning you around and then setting you back down with your head against their chest and their chin resting on your head. Before you can ask what's got them in such a good mood today, the whisper, "I just realized that I'm in love with you and it feels fantastic."

Imagine Person A picking up sleepy Person B and carrying them to bed, and Person B just snuggles their face into Person A's shoulder.

Imagine at your OTP's wedding, Person A says their vows and then Person B surprises them by saying their vows in Person A's first language, which Person B hadn't known. Person B had studied and learned the language special to surprise Person A.

Person B kisses Person A, normally the bold one, in a crowded public place. This leaves the normally shameless Person A a flustered mess.

Imagine Person A lightly tracing 'I love you' over and over again on Person B's back, assuming that Person B is asleep. When Person A is lying on their back, getting ready

to sleep, Person B moves closer and wraps their arms around Person A, whispering softly; "I love you too." Bonus if that's the first time Person A has ever declared their love for Person B.

Character A is hypothermic and progressively getting worse. How far will Character B got o keep them warm and alive before help comes?

"Catch me." Character A murmurs, wavering on the spot. "What?" Character B says before Character A promptly collapses, (presumably from an unknown injury/illness).

After years of being told to 'man up' or 'stop acting like a baby' or 'somebody else has it worse, you're fine' when sick or injured, Character A hides their injuries/illnesses for the sake of others being treated first... That is until their situation turns out to be much worse than anticipated.

Breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you're murmuring into each other's mouths.

Moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed.

Kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person's.

Throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss.

Hands on the other person's back, fingers pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that makes them break the kiss with a gasp.

Lazy morning kisses before they've even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up.

Someone taking a hot shower/bath with a fever because they 'felt cold/were freezing' and stumbling out of the bathroom, holding onto the doorframe for support, realizing this was a very bad idea and only barely managing to weakly call for help before they sink to the ground, overheated, their fever significantly worse than before.

Imagine Person A has been teasing Person B all day. Whether it be slapping their butt, whispering things in their ear, or kissing them in their most sensitive places (neck, collarbone, etc.) Person B finally gets sick of it and pins Person A against a wall. Person B whispers in their ear, "you better stop."

Building a wall of pillows between them and they still wake up in each other arms.

Person A calms Person B down when they wake up gasping.

Person A soothing them by stroking their hair and they fall asleep in their arms.

Person A keeps snoring and Person B kicks them every time.

"Person A hogs all the covers and Person B's solution is to spoon them.

The two of them wake up smelling like each other when they wake up.

Person A and B are sleeping but Person A wakes up because Person B is having nightmares, moving around and mumbling. Person A doesn't know what to do at first, but then Person A slowly comes closer to them and hugs them. Person B then calms down and they both proceed sleeping.

Person A gently kisses Person B on the head and tells them it's time to get up. When Person B doesn't respond, Person A trails kisses down from their lips to just below their navel, leaving Person B incredibly horny the rest of the morning.

Person A and B are on the couch. Person A is lying on Person B while Person B gently

massages their fingers through their hair.

Imagine your OTP sitting in a room quietly, doing their own thing. Person A looks at Person B and just smiles. Person B starts blushing and they both start giggling and laughing uncontrollably.

Imagine that Person A is kissing Person B's body all over, but Person B keeps ruining the mood by giggling due to their excessive ticklishness.

Person A and B are dating and Person A's friends are always 'awwing' at the lovebirds whenever they're so much as around each other. Person C narrates their love life. "He leans closer, brushing a strand of hair out of her--" "[NAME], I am up to here with your--"

Person A is taking care of a very sick Person B. They eventually end up cuddling because Person A wanted to comfort Person B and keep them warm, despite Person B's objections that they might be contagious and don't want Person A to get sick. Then Person B throws up on Person A. Person B apologizes profusely, but Person A insists that it's okay and works on getting them both cleaned up.

Imagine Person B asking Person A to find something in a drawer in their room. Person A frantically searches through all the drawers in Person B's room. All of them, so far, filled with clothes. Finally, getting to the bottom drawer of the dresser, Person A accidentally finds Person B's underwear drawer.

"That's information only I know and I'm not going to tell you," Person A told Person B. "It takes the fun away from watching you squirm."

"I know you care and that you're hurting but..." He/she took her/his hand, "I know you love me too..." "Being with me will only bring you trouble."

"I swear if I had a choice, I'd take you with me."

*I didn't leave because of him, but he was why I never went back home.

"[NAME], I am so not in the mood..."

"Go talk to her already. You've been standing here staring at her and it's starting to get weird."

"Hey," she/he snarled. "You've been avoiding me."

Imagine Person A sitting in their bedroom, crying over something, trying to be quiet but Person B hears anyways and slowly enters the room to see them on their bed with their arms around their knees and their head resting on their knees. Person B walks over to them and wraps their arms around Person A.

His face was cloaked in shadow, but it didn’t matter. I would recognize thate (voicetone) voice anywhere.

“I got lost the other day...” “Where?” “In your eyes.”

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Reggie//Heartbroken (part 2)

part 1 part 3

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re what?” Reggie’s jaw dropped as he stared at you. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered and you nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Bu-but you can’t be. We only did it like once.”

“It only takes one time Reggie.” You whisper yelled and he looked at the table.

“So what are you gonna do?” He asked and you looked at him in disbelief. Did he really just say that?

“What am I gonna do? What are we gonna do? You also made said baby.”

“Well, it could be Sweet Pea’s. It probably is Sweet Pea’s to be honest so do you have to bring me into this?” He replied and this time it was your turn for you jaw to drop.

“Bring you into this!” You shouted and he looked around the busy dinner, then back at you. “You’re already in thi-”

“Can you be a little quieter?” He asked and you stared at him.

“You also agreed to sleep with me, Reginald! So you need to help me figure this shit out, because I’m scared and I don’t know what to do.” You eventually broke down, tears streamed down your face and Reggie looked every where but at you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I can’t deal with this.” He said quickly, shaking his head before leaving you alone in the booth. Despite how busy Pop’s was, nobody really noticed you crying in the corner, well no one apart from Sweet Pea. Great, just what you needed.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked and slid into the seat opposite. Concern was written all over his face but you really couldn’t be bothered to deal with his fake pity and shitty advice.

“Fine.” You muttered and wiped the tears from your face. “Just fucking peachy.” You added and he stared at you.

“Are you sure? Because you don’t look it.”

“I’m fucking fantastic Sweet Pea. Can’t you tell that from the fact that I’m crying alone in a booth at Pop’s.” You said sarcastically.

“Y/n. We dated for almost a year. You can talk to me.”

“Exactly Sweet Pea, we dated for a almost a year until you broke up with me to be with your ex-girlfriend. Forgive me if I don’t want to tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Its a bit too fucking late for that Sweet Pea.” You replied as you stood up, grabbing your bag angrily. “Oh and Sweet Pea?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck you.” You replied and threw your half empty milkshake over him before storming out.

Admittedly, it did feel pretty good. You had been daydreaming about doing that for a while now. But now your craving for strawberry milkshake had skyrocketed and you think the baby could sense that you’d just wasted half of one. Oh yeah, the baby? How could you forget? The legacy of the massive fuckup that your life had become. You were pregnant and you didn’t know who the dad was. One of the possibilities had dumped you for his ex the first chance he got, and the other one had ran at the first sign of trouble. You were well and truly fucked, and not in a good way.

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“Y/n! You coming to Tommy’s party tonight?” Archie asked as he walked into the student lounge. You quickly closed the baby book you were reading and shoved it into your bag.

“Er, I don’t think so.” You shook your head.

“”What!?” He said loudly and dropped beside you. “You always come to parties.”

“Hmmm, not always.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh come onnnn. It’ll be fun! They’ll be drinking and dancing and throwing up and much more teen fun!” He tried to persuade you and you sighed. “Plus, the opportunity for teen fun is gonna end soon, especially for you.” He replied and you looked at him panicked.

“What do you mean by that? Who told you? Was it Reggie!?!” You asked, panic rising in your voice and he stared at you dumbfounded.

“I just meant how you’re moving away to college and when you get there you’re gonna be such a nerd. Its gonna be all studying and no parties. Thats all.” He shrugged. “What did you mean?”

“Nothing!” You stood up annoyed. “I said I didn’t want to go, now just drop it Archie.” You added and stormed out the room. “Shit!” You said, louder than you anticipated causing a few people to stop and look at you. “What are you looking at?!” You shouted.

“Okayyy.” Reggie grabbed your arm and you glared at him. What does he want? “Lets go somewhere quieter.” He took you into the bathroom before leaning you against the sink. “Y/n. You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” You asked, laughing bitterly. “Calm down?! You want me to calm down? I’m in my senior year of school and pregnant. I don’t know who the dad is, and neither of them want anything to do with me let alone this baby. I don’t know what to do, my parents are going to kill me. And I’m alone and I can’t handle this because my life is ruined and I had plans. I was gonna move away and go to college and make something of my life, but now I’m going to be stuck in this stupid little town for the rest of my life with no ambition, no dreams with three kids with three different dads and then divorced by 30. I’ll spend the rest of my life alone, with my children resenting me.” You rambled while you cried.

Reggie just stared at you while you paced. If he was being honest, he hadn’t envisioned being a possible dad at this age. Yeah, someday, but not while still at school. And not when the other father of his child could possibly be a serpent. And just any serpent, Sweet Pea. But right now, you needed him, and you were right. He was just as much to blame as you were. You needed someone and you could possibly be growing his child. He couldn’t turn his back on you. He didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, but he knew what he needed to do now. And that was calm you down. This stress wasn’t good for the baby, or at least he thinks it isn’t. He made a mental note to buy a baby book on the way home tonight.

“Y/n.” He said sternly and grabbed your hands forcing you stop moving. “Look at me.” He continued and you briefly made eye contact. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be here for as long as you need me but right now you need to calm down. Its not good for you and its definitely not good for the baby. I’m gonna buy a book tonight and google some stuff and we’ll get you a err-a scan! And I think the midwifes can help figure out who it belongs to. And if not we can wait until you give birth and do one of those DNA tests. If its mine, I’m going to be here for the two of you every step of the way, and if its Sweet Pea’s, I’m still going to be there for you. Okay?” He told you and you nodded, you’re breathing evening out slightly. “And you have options, so many options. Plus, if you really want to go to college you still can, it might just have to be a bit closer to home. But there are loads of great colleges around here, and I’ll stay and look after the baby.”

“I can’t let you do that Reg.” You said softly.

“Why not? It could be my baby. Plus, lets be realistic I’m not getting into any colleges.” He shrugged and you cupped his cheek.

“Reggie, there are so many colleges you could get into. You’re a smart guy.”

“Cleary not that smart, I got a girl pregnant in my senior year of high school.” He replied, a soft smile on his face which made you giggle slightly. “But. I promise, if the baby is mine, I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you’re both safe and loved.” He reassured you and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Thanks Reg.” You smiled. “What are we gonna do about Sweet Pea?”

“I er-I haven’t really got that far yet. I’ve used all my brain cells for today. Ask me tomorrow, yeah?” The bathroom door swung open and you and Reggie jumped apart.

“Reggie, get out of the girls bathroom and take your latest conquest with you.” Cheryl rolled her eyes and stepped around the two of. You and Reggie shared a look before he gently grabbed your hand

“Come on. Let me drive you home.”

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green-valkyrie · 4 years

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Untapped Abilities

Untapped Abilities- Reader X Loki fan fic (Chapters)

Read Chapter 1 Here

You, your friend and the two men get back to your house. You’re nervous about letting a man you just met in your home, your friend does it all the time... but two? what if this goes wrong? After some conversation, you finally know who the men are.

Content: Oral, smut, romantic (Kind of?) gotta add the fluff, humor (again kind of, i’m trying)

CH2 The Discovery

The four of you make way to your home. You begin to wonder if you had kept it clean enough to receive spontaneous company. It didn’t matter. The men weren’t coming over to critique your housekeeping skills. Your friend brought home men on a semi-regular basis, but tonight you were also bringing someone home with you. Your mind wanders to thoughts of the dark haired man’s body grinding against yours.

Walking to the door of your home triggers the nervousness that held your mood earlier this evening. You aren’t bold like your friend, and certainly not as used to inviting strange men into your home. Your friend pulls the blonde man through the door. “Come on. The kitchen is this way. Let’s make some drinks. What do you like to drink?” her voice trails off as she makes her way down the hall. You start to head inside, but hesitate. It felt too weird to invite a man whose name you don’t even know inside. “Can you please tell me your name?” you turn to him. Once again, he is staring at you with piercing eyes. “It wouldn’t be right to invite you in without knowing at least that much about you. The man lets out a soft chuckle. “I grabbed a handful of your ass and you’re worried about my name? Who do you want me to be, dear?” he steps forward, closing the gap between you and him. “Tell me, what is your greatest desire?” His eyes narrow, looking at you as if he already knows. “Well, uh, I’m not really sure. I don’t know much about my own desires.” you say, stammering. Your cheeks heat up again and you can’t look at the man. He puts a finger on your chin and lifts your head to meet his gaze. “I know what you want.” he says and kisses our lips tenderly. “Will you invite me in now?” You nod your head and follow him through the door. Why is this happening? You normally would never let someone just kiss you like that, but this was so different. In some strange way, it feels as if you know more about this man than possible.

Once inside, the man stops. He stares at the large metal symbol of the Valkyrie hanging on the wall. “That is the symbol of the most powerful warriors ever to have existed, the Valkyrie. It originates from the Norse Pantheon. They control life and death for human warriors and it is said that they will be the ones to fight by Odin’s side in Ragnarok. This group is led by their queen, Freyja. Norse History is kind of my area of expertise. I’ve been in love with it since I was a child.” The man turns to you, smiling wickedly. “Is that so? I suppose you could call me an expert, as well.” Your eyes study his lips while they move. He is so familiar, but why? You only just met him. Is he a scholar, too? Excited by the knowledge that he knows about the gods, you can’t help but ask him, “Are you a scholar, also?”

“No, I am not.”

Oh, well how did you get your knowledge? Is it a hobby?”

“I wouldn’t call it that.” The man seems unwilling to give information about his source of knowledge. His eyes sweep your body seductively.

You feel your body move closer to the man, as if it has a mind of its own, and you reach for his arm, just as you saw your friend do at the club. “The Valkyrie are also prominent symbols of sex and desire.” you smile, and watch the man’s gaze sweep over your body and meet your eyes. “hmmm.” He smirks and walks past you, heading in the same direction of your friend. You think to yourself a moment, Okay, this has to be crazy right? Even if it is; thank you, Loki. There was something so fitting about the prayer you breathed earlier this evening and meeting a man of such raw seduction. You soon trail behind him, thirsty for another drink and something a little more…

“Jesus H. Christ!” You yell at your friend upon entering the kitchen. She and the Blonde man are all but fucking on your counter top. “You have a fucking bedroom, you know.” The two stop and your friend laughs wildly. “Well, you guys took too long to come get drinks. We got bored waiting.” she says.

“Well, well, brother.” the dark haired man smirks. “Aren’t you pleased I made you come with me tonight.”

You look back and forth between the two men. “Are you two actually brothers?”

“Yes, we are.” The blonde man says, moving to his brother’s side. “Can you not see the resemblance. It is uncanny.” Both of the men laugh, but you… you study them. The thought had crossed your mind earlier, but it wasn’t possible for them to really be… well who they reminded you of. “You two are brothers and you both bare a striking resemblance to the depictions of-”

You cut yourself off. You have always had a way of getting too into discussions about the gods.

There is a silence in the air, broken by your friend. “So, vodka drinks or whisky drinks? I have some White Claws, too if that’s your thing.” she says looking at the men. She already knows what you will drink. She makes yours and hands it to you while speaking. “Let me guess… Blonde over there is a whisky straight guy. I’m not so sure about you though.” she eyes the dark haired man.” “whatever you made her is fine.” He says as he points to your drink. She makes him one and hands him the glass.

The blonde man grabs his drink and your friend “I’d much rather drink you up instead.” he says into her ear. She grabs his hand and makes way to her bedroom. Once again you are alone with the dark haired man.

He thumbs the rim of his glass. “You think you know who I am, don’t you?” His eyes are narrow and piercing. You feel your heartbeat quicken. Surely he knew what I meant when I started to talk about his resemblance to his brother. “I, well, it’s just that you two remind me of the depictions of Thor and Loki. I know it sounds silly, but it’s true. You really do.” The man moves one hand from his glass and waves it in the air, manifesting a single white rose. He reaches his hand outward, offering you the flower.

You stare at him in disbelief. You try hard to understand what is happening. It is really him. He, and the rest of the gods are real. He is Loki. The man that just kissed you moments ago isn’t a man at all. He is a god. He is the god you have studied for years, admiring his hijinks, and he is in your house right now offering you a rose. “I- I just. What?” you manage to push the words through your lips. “Take it.” He says stepping closer to you. “It is a gift although, your beauty outshines it.” You take the rose from his pale, slender fingers and eye it. You bring it up to your nose and bask in the scent. It smells so fresh. So strong. “You’re real?” you ask him. Of course he is real, he is standing in front of you at this very moment. But still, you can’t help but ask.

“Did you believe me to be a work of fiction, darling?” He asks with a smirk, setting his drink down on the counter and moving closer to you. “Well, yes, actually. After the birth of Modern Christianity the old pantheons fell away. Everything that I have studied is believed to be little more than storytelling.” He sighs. “What a breakthrough you have made for your profession,” he says, shrugging the conversation off. “So now you know my name.”

“It seems that I do.” your eyes stay fixed on the rose and your cheeks flush.

“Say it.”

“I- uh, you’re…” Your words fail you. Your mind falls into a mild panic at the remembrance of your prayer from earlier this evening.

“Say my name. I want to hear your voice speak my name.” He says with a bit of a growl behind his words. He steps closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek, pulling your face up to his.

“Loki.” You breathe out just before his lips meet yours. Loki kisses you hard and long, slipping his tongue between your lips. Your mouth opens in acceptance. Hot breaths escape your lips with each kiss. He tastes like winter. His arms reach around you pulling you into a tight embrace. Your hands meet the nape of his neck, dropping the flower to the floor, and you tangle your fingers into the coal black locks. Your grip on his hair tightens and Loki lets out a sigh of pleasure. He pulls his lips from you. “I am going to ravish you.” He says wickedly and presses his lips to yours once more. Just as he does, sounds of rough pleasure erupt from your friends room.

The both of you stop kissing. “One moment.” He says and takes a hand off of your waist, waving it in the air and the sound stops. “That is much better. My brother is usually quite loud with women.” He rolls his eyes then fixes them on you. “How loud can I make you?” The warmth between your legs is now throbbing, begging for Loki to enter. Your cheeks flush hot. You can feel his arousal as he pushes it against your body. “Oh my god.” You whisper.

Loki drops his hands from you and steps back. “Yes, I am your god, dear. I heard your prayer and I came to fulfill it.” He doesn’t move his eyes from yours. “Now, will you bow down to me?”

You drop to your knees scooting yourself closer to him. Bowing wasn’t the only thing he wanted you to do when he asked. “Yes, your highness.” you say, Undoing the button on his pants, pulling out his cock. You take it in your hand, you can’t wrap your fingers around it. Lightly, you run your lips over the tip of his manhood and Loki’s body stiffens in excitement. “Put it in your mouth.” He orders in a growl of pleasure. You comply, the soft skin of his erection sliding across your tongue. His cock tastes even more like winter than his mouth did. You suck harder, enjoying his muscles flexing to your movements. His fingers find their way to your hair, grabbing a section, guiding your movements. His hips move back and forth too, thrusting himself deeper in your mouth. You relax your throat, breathe through your nose and swallow his cock.

“This is a wonderful tribute to your god.” Loki says between moans of pleasure. “For being such a devout follower, I must reward you.” He removes his cock from your mouth and picks you up from the floor. You are standing before him. He traces his middle finger over your wet lips and moves south locating the space between your legs. He moves your underwear to one side, slipping his fingers between your wet cunt. “My, my. Someone is quite excited.” His lips tighten in a devilish grin as he dives into your hole. Your moan is greeted with a kiss. You kiss hard as his fingers curl inside of you, rhythmically. Your hands grab his cock and start massaging. He lets out a deep growl of pleasure as he pulls his fingers out of you. His hands grab your waist and with one swift movement, he picks you up and sets you on his cock. Your legs wrap around his waist. “Fuck, yes. Loki.” you moan as he bounces you up and down. “You are an eager little girl, aren't you?” Loki breathes, pumping faster. The sound of wet slaps radiate from between you. Your hands grab Loki’s shoulders, gripping tightly as you take over the bouncing. You’ve never had someone so big inside of you before, but the slight sting only adds to the pleasure. “ Loki closes his eyes and looks upward, cradling your ass.

“Where are your bed chambers?” He says after enjoying your movements for a moment. You stop bouncing to answer breathlessly. “ Down the hall to the right.” Staying inside you, Loki heads to your bedroom.

Loki opens your door and walks you to your bed. As if you weigh nothing, he tosses you onto your bed. A green light surrounds him and his clothes disappear. Even in the low light of the room, you can see the definition of his skin. His shoulders and chest are strong. Your eyes trail down his slender, muscular stomach to his hard cock. “You want more of me, don’t you?” His voice rings in your ears. You bite your lip and with a pleading nod, answer. “Not yet. You’ve seen my body, now it is time to see yours.” A snap of his fingers makes your dress vanish. Nervousness takes over your body and you attempt to hide behind your legs.

“No, little one.” Loki scolds as he moves closer to you. “Spread your legs. Show me your beauty.” Crawling towards on top of you, his cock brushes against your exposed clit. You tilt your head back and let out a moan. Loki showers your neck in soft kisses, starting at your chin working his way down to your pulse. There he lingers, softly pecking. He pauses for a moment and looks up at you. “Look at me.” Loki orders and you comply. “You prayed to me that you wanted me to grant you love with someone like me. I will not grant that.” His frenzied eyes burn into you, causing more wetness to pool between your legs.

“You are mine.”

Loki latches on to your pulse, sucking your skin between his teeth. The sensation of his teeth on your skin makes you shudder. Your fingers find his hair again, stroking it gently. Loki moans at your touch and bites harder. A soft whimper escapes your lips. His bite stings, but not enough to to overcome the pleasure of his mouth on you.

Loki releases his grip from your neck and his lips start to wander toward your chest. Your heart is already racing, but it seems to beat even faster. You feel Loki’s mouth grace your nipple softly and latch on. His tongue dances across your skin. Your back arches as his hands caress your body. “Oh god.” you moan. “Yes, Loki.”

Loki hums into your skin, moving downward until he meets your inner thigh. Two fingers slip inside of you and you let out a groan of pleasure. Loki chuckles slightly and presses his tongue against your clit, flicking rapidly as his fingers curl inside you. He hums in delight and his movements speed up and you feel yourself close to the edge. “Oh, fuck, yes. I’m going to cum!” you scream.

Loki pumps his fingers faster as you clench around them. A shriek explodes from your lips. Not even you have invoked such a response from your body.

Something comes over you and you spring up pushing Loki away from your center. Loki looks displeased “I wasn’t done with you yet.” he declares. You grab his hand and place his wet fingers in your mouth, eyeing him. “I wanted to show my gratitude to the god who answered my prayer.” you say, pushing him to sit down. You get on your hands and knees, positioning your mouth over his cock. You slide it in and out of your mouth, as he leans himself back to rest on his hands. “Hmmm, yes.” Loki breathes, his hips moving with your motions. You trace your tongue around his crown, feeling his body stiffen. He growls in pleasure. You respond with a moan of your own and swallow his cock once more. Loki latches on to your hair with one hand, bucking his hips, guiding your mouth over his cock.

Just as easily has he did you, you shove Loki back on the bed. Your legs straddle his hips and you guide his cock inside of you. His hands grip tightly on your hips, nails leaving crescent shaped indentations on your skin. You lean forward, placing your hands above his shoulders to brace yourself. Your rapid bouncing is met with the sharp thrusts of Loki’s hips. You feel your cunt tighten around his cock. Screams of pleasure leave both of your mouths as Loki makes one last powerful buck inside of you, filling you to the brim with hot liquid.

Still on top of him, you bring your mouth to his. Loki’s hands slide up from your hips to your back, embracing you as he kisses back. His kisses linger as he holds you tighter to him. You stay locked in this position for a while, as if soaking each other up. He pulls himself from you and rolls you next to him, fitting you in the space between his arm and torso. Holding you for a long moment. He closes his eyes and rests his head. You don’t dare break the silence, so you lay motionless admiring the features of his face. He is incredibly handsome, just like you imagined he would be. You are so deep in thought, you don’t realize Loki has opened his eyes and is staring back at you.

Your eyes meet. He smiles at you softly. “That was amazing.” You say sheepishly.

“It was very enjoyable.” Loki chuckles, “Although, I must admit; I don’t usually let anyone push me around. It seemed fitting for you though, so I made an exception.” He kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you express. “I don’t know what came over me… it’s been such a long time since--maybe that was it.” you slink into yourself, embarrassed.

“It was simply a drive to please your god, darling.”

“I guess.” Part of you wished you could disappear.

“Believe me, dear. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” Loki says and Brings his free hand up to your hair, stroking it softly.

#tom hiddelson #loki #loki x reader #loki romance #loki odinson #loki smut #writing #fanfic

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Legion’s Wrath Pt. 1

(You know that thing I was talking about earlier? Here it is!! This is based off of an animatic from @missksketch which if you haven’t, please go check her blog out! She is such a sweet and amazing person and makes awesome art! The animatic was based off of the stories written by @reverseblackholeofwords who is also super sweet and please please please go read her stuff right now if you haven’t yet. I’m really proud of this! Enjoy!)

The Void was cold incarnate. It was like being trapped within an icicle, but Legion knew better than to think that their prison would shatter as easily as that. Those that had been to the Void before thought that the crushing isolation was the worst part of it. Not Legion, though. They wished they were alone. They would have preferred it over the taunting words and unwelcome touches from the Actor.

His presence was the most conflicting thing in their life, and that included the numerous shouted opinions from their various souls. They hated seeing him. He was a constant reminder of everything they lost as the DA. He was a temptation they couldn’t bear to give in to. He was a cockroach they couldn’t get rid of, and yet they were thankful in a way to see him by their side or over their shoulder. It meant that he wasn’t off somewhere terrorizing their family.

A while ago he left them with an old friend of theirs, a mirror. It showed them what was happening to the egos while they were trapped, much like how the Author had trapped them behind the fourth wall without letting them interact. Legion had clung to it ever since they received it. As much as they didn’t trust the Actor, they just couldn’t refuse this piece of home, this luxury they hadn’t been granted during their first visit to the Void back when they were trapped as the DA.

Legion watched as their family tried desperately to get them back. They watched as Host screamed narrations for Legion to appear until he lost his voice. They watched Mare cry himself to sleep because he “should’ve been there for them.” Even Phantom tried to bargain with the snake to open up a breach into the Void to retrieve them and broke down when it said that it couldn’t be done

“If they actually cared, they’d try a little harder to get to you. I guess with everything else in their lives, this is just too much of an inconvenience for them,” Actor whispered into their ear. Legion whipped around to try to land a hit on the narcissist, but he’d already backed up a good few feet away. He opened his arms to them and continued, “I care though. I’ve said so since the beginning. I like you. I appreciate all you have to offer, the good and the bad. I have never abandoned you just because of an argument or a mistake you never meant to make.”

Legion flinched a bit at the reminder of how Host had more or less “disowned” them. They had made up since then, but it still hurt to think about. “Shut up! Of course they care! But you most definitely don’t. You’re just the villain that’s keeping us hostage.”

Legion had expected some sort of negative reaction, but all the actor did was smile down at them. “Am I? I didn’t bring you here. I’m not keeping you here. The Void is much like a growing room that’s locked from the outside. All you need is someone to open the door. Sadly, old friend, I can’t do that. The best I can do is keep you company and keep you entertained.” He gestured to the mirror in their hands. “Now your supposed family, however… well I know for a fact that they have the key to get you out of here. So where are they?”

He smirked as Legion brought their eyes back to the scene playing before them in the mirror. A small portion of voices within their head were screaming that he was lying, but the greater majority rang out reluctantly with, “He has a point.” Tears formed in Legion’s eyes, but they wouldn’t let them fall, not yet. Seeing that he wouldn’t receive an answer, Actor turned on his heel and walked back into the darkness.

Legion watched vigilantly over their family day after day and waited patiently for their rescue. The egos all kept trying tirelessly to find their missing Legion until one day it changed. They stopped looking. They stopped calling out or even mentioning Legion’s name. Doc was able to get the Host to start taking care of himself again, and it was like they had never existed.

At first Legion thought that maybe this was one of Actor’s tricks or that the Author had gotten his hands on some ink and paper again, but by the way Mare flinched a bit every time he walked past a mirror, they knew it wasn’t that. It hurt more than words could ever describe. They had known the sting of bitterness before all of this, and so they recognized it again as it pierced their heart now. As much as they hated themselves for it, this hurt far worse than seeing their family in pain over losing them.

“A mere month, hmmm? Is that really all it took for them to give up on you? Even I expected better of my villains.” The Actor appeared in front of Legion, but this time he kept a healthy distance. He was immediately met with a glare that would cause the weak-willed to crumble. After staring him down for a good minute, Legion turned completely around to give him the cold shoulder.

The Actor saw what they were trying to do and let out a chuckle, “Don’t be like that, old friend.” Legion shivered slightly at the friendliness in his tone as he walked over to put his hands on their shoulders. “I just came to tell you that I have found a way out. I can help you get back to your… family.” He looked over their shoulder at the mirror. “That is, at least, if you still want to go.”

Legion didn’t give an answer. They kept their eyes trained on the mirror. The pain of what they saw clouded their mind to the point that they weren’t entirely sure what they wanted. “Conflicted? I’m not surprised. But I can help with that, too. I can send you back and give you what you need to defeat these villains.” The Actor tipped Legion’s chin up so that their gaze landed on what was within his hands. They immediately froze up as their eyes landed on the mask, their mask, sitting innocently in the Actor’s fingers.

Legion shook their head furiously and quickly backed away. Their hands shook to the point that they nearly dropped their precious mirror. “No. No, no, no. Why- How do you have that?” Legion’s voice distorted into multiple overlapping. Panic threatened to overtake them as they remembered how they hurt everyone they cared about while under its influence. “We can’t. We won’t!”

“Think about how good it will feel to finally have a little retribution. To give back even a portion of the pain they forced onto you. Think of how you won’t need to keep up this charade of always being fine, always being there for them and never needing anything in return.” The Actor cooed.

“No. It’s wrong. It was a mistake to put it on last time. One that we know better than to repeat.” Legion shouted and squeezed their hands over their ears in an attempt to block him out. They shut their eyes tight in a desperate hope that he’d somehow disappear.

Foreign hands wrapped around Legion’s own as they slowly guided them away from their ears. Legion opened their eyes only slightly to see the Actor with an almost fatherly expression on his face, filled with kindness and understanding. “Oh no, my little Legion. Your mistake was not in putting on the mask, but rather in getting caught. It was only when the mask was gone did you feel bad. Don’t you remember how good it felt with it on? Don’t you remember how much fun you had?” He petted and smoothed out Legion’s hair in a soothing manner.

Everything in them was telling Legion to turn away and stop listening, that nothing good could ever come from that mask or the Actor. But they were so tired, and if they closed their eyes, the Actor could almost sound like the Host. Pain shot through their heart at that thought. Legion looked back down at the mirror and saw the Host comforting Eric.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. And there was the Actor offering a remedy to make it all go away. The more they looked into the dark black of the mask, the less the consequences seemed to matter. They couldn’t see how the Actor smirked down at them. They couldn’t see how he slowly took his mirror from their hands or how it turned back into a piece of the Void when he did. All they could see was their own hands reaching for the mask and bringing it towards their face.

Cold washed over them just as they remembered from the first time. The hatred that coursed through their veins felt familiar. It felt right. They looked back up at the Actor who was smiling darkly back at Legion. “You’ve been gone from the story for far to long, dear Legion. I think it’s about time to cause a little chaos, don’t you?” He stepped to the side and used the Void around him to create what looked like full-length mirror. Legion nodded and stepped through it.

(This is just part 1. Part 2 soon to follow. Thanks for reading!)

#writing in theory #markiplier egos #the host #eric derekson #the actor #actor!mark #nwtb phantom #natemare #legion #reverseblackholeofwords #missksketch

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