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In The Room Where You Sleep

Summary: Dalton was just being curious and stumbles upon something he probably shouldn’t have. He then does something he shouldn’t have.

Warnings: Mentions of the Further, mentions of entities, Dalton being a creep, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), sexual fantasies

All credit to @glodessa who wrote the imagine that inspired this, so much talent there and you’re feeding my Dalton addiction

Dalton was your friend. His primary art class was in the studio next to the orchestra rooms where you practiced in. He’d wandered in on you playing a section piece on the violin after he’d forgotten that his class was cancelled.

Since you two had obviously seen each other on multiple occasions when going to and leaving from class, he’d felt comfortable striking up a conversation. He usually wasn’t into initiating introductions, but Chris had started forcing him to interact with more people and make friends. You were the first person he had introduced himself to without her assistance.

In a way, he felt a sick sense of possession when it came to you because of that. It made him feel funny, like he was gross and he tried to stomp it down, but it would crawl it’s way up his throat whenever you talked to him. He’d met you all on his on, without a buffer or cleverly charming segue. You knew him for him from the get go, and still liked him. You liked him enough to start waiting for him before classes for a chat. You liked him enough to exchange contacts and let him take pictures of you to save for his own personal enjoyment put into his saved contacts.

You liked him enough to let him walk you back to your dorms every time he had the chance to. Which he did, considering he started walking a different path to insure that he would run into you more often.

He didn’t think he was odd, not really. Lots of friends took secret pictures of each other. For fun, it was funny, like a secret joke. And lots of friends walked together in between classes, it was normal. Even if they didn’t share certain classes. Or if one of the friends wasn’t completely aware that the other friend was nearby.

Dalton didn’t consider it strange that he didn’t like when you talked to Chris, or any of his other friends. Or anyone that might find you attractive. In his eyes, that should’ve meant everyone. You were gorgeous and people should be falling over themselves trying to be with you, in his opinion. But you were his. His friend, at least. And he hated not having your full attention.

Nighttime was the worst, in some ways. You two had met up on occasion to help each other study or wind down from an intense test. But most nights, you turned in early to spend time with your roommate. Dalton hated your roommate, she was so clingy and always convinced you to go back to the dorms, cutting off his time with you. He thought she was off, or at least very selfish, and that she used every opportunity to guilt you and take advantage of your kindness and naivety.

Dalton would never do that, he was lucky to get to be your friend. You were beautiful, talented, kind and accepting. You even accepted his ability of astral projection without hesitation. You were beyond perfect to him, and if he wasn’t with you, he was thinking about you. Constantly, and usually aloud, much to Chris’ annoyance.

“Dolphin! Please, for the love of fuck, ask that girl out already. You’re driving me nuts!” She threw herself back onto the spare bed in Dalton’s dorm in dramatic agony, groaning loudly in complaint.

“No, Chris. She’ll just think that I became friends with her because I wanted to get in her pants,” he dismissed, tossing a dirty t-shirt into his hamper a little too forcefully.

“Isn’t that what all guys do? What’s the big deal?” Chris sat up again to try to convince him. It wasn’t the first time either, but she was almost positive that you liked Dalton back and would rather you keep his mouth too occupied for him to verbally obsess over you. Like he was doing right now.

“I’m not going to do that, Chris. Just drop it.” His voice was unnervingly firm and Chris snapped her mouth shut before another incentive could fall out. Dalton was usually mild-mannered, at least when it came to anyone but his dad, not really the aggressive type. Anti-social and surly, but not aggressive. Unless it had something to do with you.

Chris thought there was something not quite right about Dalton’s crush on you but she figured his abnormal childhood and resulting trauma made it hard for him properly process his feelings. And she was reluctant to ask in case it set him off.

“I heard her roommate is going home to her parents’ for her dad’s birthday, maybe y’all can hang out more this weekend,” Chris suggested instead, unfettered by Dalton’s tone. “She left earlier this afternoon.”

Something seized in Dalton’s chest. You hadn’t mentioned that to him. You didn’t have a reason not to. Was there someone else? Were you going to spend the whole weekend with another guy? Did you have a boyfriend? Anger and hatred for this secret man clouded his mind and he felt like throwing something against the wall until it broke.

“I hadn’t heard about that,” he replied to Chris coolly. “I’ve got some homework to finish, do you mind?”

Chris nodded slowly, grabbing her bag and quickly making her way to the door, watching Dalton worriedly. She gave a half-hearted wave goodbye and left without a word.

As soon as the door shut, he quickly locked it, tearing his ball cap from his head and flinging thoughtlessly towards his desk, knocking over a small stack of his sketchbooks and a tin of water. Cursing under his breath, Dalton begrudgingly trudged to clean up the mess before the water could stain or damage any of his work.

After mopping up the water, he flipped through his drawings to check if any of it ruined the paper. One of the sketchbooks was relatively new, but nearly full of pencil and ink sketches. Of you.

Most of them took up an entire page of their own. They were innocent, somewhat, just candids that he’d done while or after hanging out with you. You smiling, laughing, playing the violin, biting your lip awkwardly. Gorgeous and sweet.

There were some other ones, smaller in comparison to the rest and done with a light hand. You changing through the window of your room. You bending over at work. You crying to your mom on the phone after you tore your favorite dress right before a date you ended up not going on. Done in a hurry by someone who was sketching without a still reference.

It was not stalking. No, he wasn’t like that. He didn’t threaten you or send you lewd messages. He didn’t get off on scaring you or making you feel unsafe. He wanted you to feel safe around him, did everything in his power to make sure you were always comfortable with him. Plus, he never invaded your privacy, he just looked. Watched. It was friendly, protective even.

Plus, those sketches were nothing compared to the rest. Small enough for three separate drawings to fit on a page, and darkly filled in with a heavy and rough hand.

It wasn’t intentional, not at first. He was a guy. You were his crush. He couldn’t control his own thoughts, let alone his dreams. It happened, and it was completely normal and natural. Not at all creepy or perverted.

He dreamt of you often. He couldn’t keep his mind off you even in his sleep. Of course, his unconscious mind was different than his conscious mind. Mostly, anyway. A lot more eager for you, hungry for you.

The pencil drawings were of you as you appeared to him in his dreams. Bent over his desk, wearing a string of pearls and a sultry smile. You, on his bed with your legs spread out invitingly, your fingers scissoring your slick folds. There was even one featuring him, his lower face dripping with drool and your arousal as his tongue delved into your wet heat from under you. That one was his favorite, even if the drawing itself wasn’t exactly his best work skill-wise. He had a hard time balancing the pad with only one hand, which he was also using to draw.

Dalton sighed and picked up all of the sketch pads, putting them back where they were and collapsing on his back on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if he should bring up your roommate leaving and confront you about not telling him. You must have had a good reason, right? It’s not like you were getting tired of him or anything. Right?

As he drifted further and further into his thoughts, the room became darker around him. Standing up to fix his lamp, he caught the sight of himself sleeping in his peripheral. He’d fallen asleep and accidentally projected.

He didn’t do so often anymore, the Further was a scary and dangerous place and he was cautious of bringing something back with him. But it had its advantages, for pranks or finding out things that others couldn’t. Surprisingly, he’d never used his ability to watch you. You were too pure and beautiful to see through the lenses of the Further, he liked seeing you surrounded by light and color, with no potential of evil spirits ruining the experience for him.

But just this once…

No! He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

You trusted him, it would be so easy. And it’s not like he was trying to be a weirdo, he just wanted to see if you had plans that weekend without having to actually ask you. It would only be once, for a few minutes. He wouldn’t mess with you or your things. He would just listen in and leave.

He grabbed the lantern and walked out of his room. He could’ve found your dorm with his eyes closed, but since it was in a different building and he was traveling through the Further, it took him longer than he would’ve liked. But at least he didn’t encounter anyone. You lived on the second floor of your dorm house and yours was nicer and more expensive than his. You had your own bedroom and personal bathroom, not having to share with your roommate and the rest of your floor like Dalton did.

Your door was unlocked and after he entered your dorm, he locked it himself, knowing he’d have to unlock again it in order to leave. Your bedroom door was open and he could see you through it, sitting at your desk and typing on your phone. Silently and curiously, he peered over your shoulder to watch you text your roommate.

He rolled his eyes at seeing her contact but ignored it in favor of the messages being sent. Mostly average, just you being your considerate self and asking about her trip home. She, obviously, sent paragraph after paragraph detailing every insignificant second of her weekend away, not once asking anything about you. The entire conversation revolves around her and Dalton had to bite his tongue to avoid scoffing in your ear, which was inches from his mouth.

Finally she asked about you, specifically your plans for while she was gone. Luckily, she could serve a purpose for once, Dalton thought.

You mentioned work, homework and just relaxing and Dalton was tempted to leave and rid himself of his craving to kiss you. Then, he saw you type his name. You wanted to surprise him by inviting him over for a sleepover. Your roommate responded by teasing you about you and Dalton finally progressing to the next stage in your friendship; a relationship.

Huh, maybe your roommate wasn’t as bad as Dalton thought she was.

Dalton’s heart was racing as he continued to read all of your roommate’s suggestions for extremely sexual twists on common sleepover activities, all in order to seduce him. You didn’t have to try to seduce him, but trying any one of these wouldn’t hurt. He felt his cock hardening in his pants and knew that he probably should’ve left. Like, now.

But then you sighed loudly into the empty air. Your head dropped back, your lips parted and you shifted awkwardly in your seat, your thighs pressing together tightly. Dalton felt his mouth water just watching you and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He decided that he would wait until you either went to the bathroom or fell asleep. If he tried leaving before then, you might catch him.

So he stood off to the side and simply observed you from up close. You seemed more deflated when you weren’t around him, less animated and poise. Less…cheery. You continued to stay at your desk texting your roommate for a while before getting up for a glass of water. It seems like she was going to bed. You paced around the kitchen as you sipped your drink, looking slightly anxious about how the conversation ended. Dalton regretted not reading it along with you and now he couldn’t because your phone was off and locked.

Huffing out a tense laugh to yourself, you marched back into your room, passing Dalton to get to your phone. You continued pacing as you opened up your messages and scrolled until you found a particular contact, hesitating for a moment and then opening the chat thread. Dalton stood in front of you this time and read his own name from upside down. Why were you pausing when it came to texting him? Did this happen often? We’re you inviting him over?

He watched you type out a greeting and began pacing in your room. When the message delivered, Dalton panicked before remembering that his phone was next to his actual body. You wouldn’t catch him over his phone notifications sounding off in your otherwise silent room.

You turned off your phone and sat on your bed, your back straight and your eyes staring out into nothingness. Your leg bounced erratically and you started checking your phone every thirty seconds in case you missed his message. You were waiting for a response from him, Dalton realized. And he couldn’t do that while he was standing here with you.

Now was definitely the time to go and you gave him the perfect opportunity when you started collecting your things to take a shower, muttering to yourself about how desperate you were. It was clear that you were agitated from waiting on his message, and he supposed it was because he hardly ever took more than 20 seconds to start typing back. He only took long if he was busy, and he would always tell you beforehand if he was.

As much as he wanted to watch you undress yourself and shower, becoming aroused slightly once more at the idea, he wouldn’t cross that boundary when you were so vulnerable and unaware. It was completely different from the times he watched you change your shirt or remove your bra from outside your window. He was in your home and you were going to be completely naked. Dalton wanted go reserve that honor for when you would strip in front of him eagerly, at least for the first time he ever saw you naked.

*~*~*

Gasping, Dalton sat up in his own bed, his erection pressing against his sweats and his body feeling sweaty. He immediately opened his messages and read your message asking him what he was doing. Getting his own clothing, he walked to the common bathroom in his dorm house and stripped, sending you a picture of his shower stall with the reflection of his bare torso halfway in the frame.

He’d never been so forward with you before. You’d seen him shirtless on occasion, he wasn’t shy about his body, but never on purpose and he hardly ever sent you pictures instead of just telling you what he was doing. But now that he knew you felt the same way he did, he felt confident enough to give actual signals to tell you that.

He turned on the shower and waited for the ancient water settings to actually heat up the water. As he was about to step in, you messaged him back with a photo of your own.

You were wearing nothing but a robe, tied at the waist, but doing a very poor job at concealing your cleavage, and your hair was soaked. The mirror that you had taken the picture in was fogged and he could see streams of steam swirling in the air around your head. So you liked really hot showers, fuck, that was attractive to him. You smiled shyly into the camera with one of your hands clutching a towel in your hands.

You: “I just got out of the shower, how funny is that?”

God, you were adorable without even trying. He wondered if the placement of your robe was intentional or if you were just that sexy without trying to be. It could go either way, you were as effortlessly cunning as you were absurdly oblivious to your affect on others.

He quickly went through his shower routine quickly, not taking his time to enjoy the water and relax like he usually did. He didn’t want to keep you waiting again. He decided to toe the line of flirtation and idle conversation once more by sending you another photo. This time following your lead with a mirror pic. He was still shirtless and brushing his teeth with an overly wide and sud-filled smile. His shorts hung low on his hips and his entire frame was centered in the photo this time.

D: “What’s up?”

It was a lame line, but he wanted to keep the conversation going and see if you were going to invite him over. He spit out his toothpaste and gargled mouthwash, accidentally swallowing some as you replied back. Coughing at the strong taste burning his throat, his eyes widened as he memorized every pixel of the photo you sent, catching on to his little provocation.

The mirror in your bathroom was still slightly fogged but he could clearly see that all you were wearing was a t-shirt. It was big enough to cover your thighs, so Dalton didn’t know what you were wearing under it and he could see your nipples poking through the material ever so slightly. He dragged his lip into his mouth and bit down hard, hand clenching on the edge of the counter. He gathered his shower stuff and walked back to his room, keeping his towel gathered in a ball in front of his crotch in case he ran into anyone this late.

It didn’t occur to him to read the message you sent until he was about to send one himself. He was so distracted by your selfie that he completely forgot that he was in the middle of a conversation with you. He wondered if it was weird to be more turned on by you in your pajamas than you soaking wet and in a towel.

You: “Nothing much? What are you doing right now?”

He sat down on his art stool, and angled the camera at the mirror that sat in the corner between his spare bed and the wall. He hadn’t gotten the motivation to actually put it up so it laid on its side and only showed from his waist down at this angle. The picture showed his bare stomach, shorts and legs, with one of his feet braced up on the leg of his seat.

D: “Chilling in my room now, you?”

You responded a minute later in much the same fashion. This photo didn’t show your face either, but he could see your hair and the junction between your neck and shoulder at the top of the photo. You were stretched out on your bed, your legs propped up in front of you and you holding the weight of your upper body on your other arm as you snapped a photo of yourself. From the way your shirt rode up on your thighs, you weren’t wearing any shorts, but he couldn’t see your underwear.

You: “Same. My roommate left to her parents’ house so I have the place to myself.”

Was this your way of implying that you wanted him to come over? How does he respond to that information without sounding weird or letting on that he’d already known? Should he tell you that he already knew? He decided that now was the perfect time to reorganize his desk and actually put up the mirror in his room. It took fifteen minutes for him to respond and the guilt ate at him now that he knew how you reacted when he didn’t message back quickly.

D: “Oh, really? Yeah, I kinda always have my place to myself, haha :)Look what I finally did.”

The added “haha” looked so stupid that he wanted to jump out his window. He hoped the selfie he sent to you would make up for it. He was standing in front of his mirror, acting as if he was only trying to show you the mirror you’d been bugging him about putting up. He was still shirtless and a light sheen of sweat made his body glow slightly from the exertion of his impromptu redecorating. He angled his phone to show a grin, but the rest of his face was covered.

You took a few minutes to respond yourself and Dalton thought he understood your anxiety about having to wait for messages. He felt the anxiety was all the more potent now that you were sending each other photos of yourselves. But he couldn’t deny that he liked the tension, the anticipation ate him up and he was beyond keyed up.

You: “I got bored being here by myself so I’m doing my makeup :p”

You: “Oml, finally!”

You were kneeling in front of the camera with your legs slightly spread. The lighting in your room made it hard for him to see what your underwear looked like and he felt like a pervert for being disappointed. Probably not as bad as he would’ve felt before he knew that you reciprocated his feelings. Your hair was put up into an updo so it was out of your face and it reminded him of that Pamela Anderson hairdo that you complained about not being able to do. You looked beautiful, your makeup was darker than you normally had it, more like dark seduction than pretty fairy. Dalton wondered if that was on purpose.

He sent you a closeup selfie of half of his face, his eyes mostly angled down at the phone screen instead of the actual camera and a slight smirk on his lips. His neck, collarbones and one of his shoulders were on display for you as well

D: “Guess I got bored too. Your hair looks like Pamela Anderson’s, btw”

D: “I like your makeup, it looks good!”

You responded quickly and without a photo.

You: “Are you joking me?! The one time I’m not bending over backwards trying to do it right…”

Dalton had to take a minute to recover from the mental image of you bending over backwards, particularly the image of how your breasts would look at that angle when your next message came in with another photo.

You: “Come over?”

This time, your phone was placed close to the floor and angled up for Dalton to see your knees pulled up to your chest and you dramatically and exaggeratedly pouted at the camera, your dark red lips shining in the camera flash. The flash also, probably unintentionally, highlighted the junction between your legs and he could actually see your panties this time. White lace. Son of a bitch!

Instead of responding, he jumped around his room and tried to gather all of his shit to take to your place and was pulling up his jacket when he noticed some papers on his bed. His homework that he had told Chris about earlier and completely forgot about. It was due at midnight and his teacher was a hardass about homework.

“Fuck!” His curse echoed loudly in his empty and otherwise silent room and he slammed his things down on the bed in anger.

As desperate as he was to go to your room and potentially spend the night inside you, he was stuck inside his dorm unless he wanted his grade to tank. With a heavy heart and tense motions, he sat in his chair, a different one from his stool, and faced his mirror. He spread his legs so that he was man-spreading and propped a leg up on the edge of his bed. He held up his homework in one hand above his head and made a faux-angry face at the camera, his expression not even making at dent when it came to showing just how angry he actually was. He gave himself a minute of fantasizing about your lips kissing marks all over his body before snapping the picture and sending it to you.

D: “I was on my way when I remembered I had homework. Fucking sucks! Raincheck? I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning?”

He ordinarily didn’t curse over text, or in general. He wasn’t a prude about swearing, but he just didn’t feel the need to do it. However, he also needed you to understand that he wasn’t blowing you off, and then he genuinely was upset about not being able to spend the night with you. He felt it was probably too risky sending you a picture where he was very obviously at half-mast and worried that he was being too forward and would make you uncomfortable.

Two minutes of complete agony imagining all of the ways that you would dismiss him and tell him to forget about it, or get angry and misinterpret what he was telling you. Now that the conversation couldn’t go anywhere, the anticipation wasn’t alluring and fun, it felt like acid burning his skin.

You: “Oh, please do your homework! Grades are important. Breakfast sounds good! Goodnight x”

A kiss, you messaged him a kiss. And you were completely fine with it. For the first time in his life, Dalton felt the urge to do a chest bump with a bro. He was on top of the world right now. He was tempted to rush his homework and run over to you as soon as possible, but as soon as he sat down to do it, he knew that the assignment required all of his time and attention. Fortunately, the assignment itself was relatively simple, but it was incredibly time consuming, which is why he’d been putting it off.

Two hours later, he took some pictures of his completed homework and sent them to his professor’s email. It was fifteen minutes til midnight and he wondered if he should risk going over to you now. You weren’t expecting him, though, and for all he knew, you were asleep or something. He debated texting you that he was done and seeing if you’d extend the invitation to come over again, but you hadn’t even brought up his last picture and that made him a bit insecure. What if you were trying to just ignore it as a way to say you weren’t interested? Even back in your room, when your roommate was encouraging you to take advantage of having your dorm to yourself, you had only denied all of her sexual innuendos. He knew you liked him back, but maybe sending you a picture of like the one he sent was too much too fast?

Oh yeah, astral projector. He could always just pop in and check without actually having to check. It was fine the first time, right? No big deal anymore. He wasn’t hurting anyone.

He relaxed on his bed and before long, he was picking up that lantern once more and leaving his body behind, making sure that all of his lights were on to protect his body before he left the room.

You had been in your room with your door mostly closed when he came in again. You really should make sure your front door was locked, he thought. He heard little whimpers coming from your room and was immediately concerned, automatically assuming that you were crying. Your bedroom door was swaying on account of the industrial fan that you insisted was the only thing strong enough to keep you cool at night. He had no problem opening your door and putting it back in place, making it look completely natural in case you noticed.

From what he could see, you were looking at your phone and were mostly covered by your blanket. Only one of your hands was holding your phone, which Dalton found odd because you normally preferred using both hands. Finally seeing your face, Dalton noticed that you had no tears on your cheeks or in your eyes. You weren’t crying. What the hell were you looking at on your phone?

Him. You were looking at a picture of Dalton that he’d sent to you. More accurately, you were looking at the second photo he had sent you, the one where he was brushing his teeth. It took Dalton several moments to begin thinking again to put the dots together.

Oh. Oh.

Just as Dalton registered what you were actually doing, you threw your blanket aside in frustration and essentially showed him that he was correct. He watched in rapt fascination as you rubbed your clothed center over your panties with two fingers. You kept focused on your phone, swiping over to the photo of him after he hung up his mirror, as your index fingers slipped beneath your lacy white underwear and into your slick heat. Your breathing was loud and shallow, the occasional moan slipping through as you touched yourself.

Dalton should not be here. He knew that. He knew what was and what wasn’t appropriate, his mom made sure he knew how to respect women, so he knew what he was doing was the furthest thing from okay. He also knew that he would have to be dragged by his teeth to get him out of your room. His cock swelled and twitched from under his shorts as he stood over, watching you masturbate to a picture of him. In the low lighting of your mostly dark room, he could see the shine of your wetness on your fingers and over your folds. He wanted to drag his tongue over your labia and savor every drop you gave him. It was all for him, after all, he was entitled to it.

You groaned in annoyance through your teeth and yanked your panties down your legs. Dalton’s severely dilated gaze zeroed in on them and he made a mental note to grab them before he left when your shirt joined it in the floor. You were completely nude and sitting up on your bed, in a very similar position to the photo where you had shown him your makeup. He’d never look at it again without thinking of this. He wished he had a picture of this.

You looked like a goddess or some kind of celestial siren as you arched your back and groped at one of your breasts and toyed with your clit. The chill of your room and the sudden banishment of your blanket had your flesh covered in goosebumps and your nipples hard. Dalton wanted nothing more than to cover your body with his and discover new forms of pleasure using his tongue, hands and cock. You were everything, you surrounded him and took up so much everything. And yet, he wasn’t actually with you, no matter how much he wished he could be. He didn’t know why he couldn’t try, you were his now. You admitted to it. Maybe not to him directly, and maybe you didn’t know he was there, but it didn’t make it any less true.

Dalton approached your bed and was about to rest his weight on it when you grabbed a decorative throw pillow from the mountain of pillows you had on your bed. You shoved it between your legs and adjusted it so that the woven seams pressed between your folds. You rested your weight on it and rolled your hips experimentally to find a rhythm and angle that felt best. Soon, you were panting and gasping, and Dalton could barely hear you over the stupid fan.

As you rode the pillow, Dalton lost his restraint. He either had to take care of himself now and fully condemn himself as an actual peeping tom and a pervert, or take care of you and risk you freaking out and losing you before he could actually have you. He’d rather hate himself for a little while than you hate him forever. He reached into his shorts, cupping his erection and squeezing lightly. He bit his lips and tried to keep quiet. He didn’t think he would last long, and he didn’t really care to either. He’d worry about that once he was actually inside you.

Dalton started off with slow and trading strokes before working up to the rhythm you set for yourself. You were grinding down on the pillow with slow and long thrusts, lowering your body slightly so that the seam of the pillow rubbed your clit. Dalton imagined his face replacing the pillow and started speeding up the movements of his hand, spitting on himself to help his hand move more fluidly along his shaft. Coincidentally, you started to quicken as well, humping the pillow desperately instead of steadily rolling your hips.

“Dalton! Oh…fuck! Daltonnn…” you cried out softly into the seemingly empty room. As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, you lost strength in your arms and fell to the mattress, your hips still moving rhythmically as you came. Your limbs felt electrocuted and twitchy, and you could do nothing but gasp and whimper as you came down from your high. Rolling over, you reached down and caressed your soaked folds, moaning softly as your fingers became coated in the stringy remnants of your wetness.

Dalton nearly fell to his knees in his desire to suck your fingers into his mouth and devour your cunt. Luckily, he managed to stay upright and went rigid as he came in his hands, making sure the pearly white spurts of semen didn’t make a mess anywhere in your room, if they could. He wasn’t actually entirely sure how it all worked when he was in this state, but he wasn’t going to risk it.

He waited until you fell asleep to grab your panties and leave your dorm, falling back into his own body and finding it a mess. His shorts were soaked at the crotch with his cum because his actual hands couldn’t stop his real orgasm from staining his clothes. He tore off his shorts and decided to sleep naked, hiding your panties in his pillow case.

*~*~*

You woke up refreshed and well-rested the next morning, still not used to the stillness and quiet in the absence of your roommate, Carla. Usually, she was up by now blaring metal music while she got ready for the day and you would make the two of you breakfast. You went to do just that when you heard a knock at your door and remembered that Dalton was supposed to come over with breakfast.

You told him to wait through a text message and grabbed a pair of athletic shorts, yanking them on as you made your way to let him in. Much to your surprise, the door was unlocked, though you don’t remember leaving it that way. In all fairness, you also don’t remember the last time you had locked it, so it was fair game.

Dalton greeted you with a large smile, showing off his extended canines, and a bag from your favorite pastry shop. It was hard not to blush after what you did when you saw the pictures he sent you, but the food was also distracting. You excitedly took the bag from him and started rifling through it as he guided the both of you to your room. Had he ever been inside your dorm before? How did he know which room was yours?

Before you could ask him, he plopped himself onto your bed and settled onto his stomach. He then used a pillow to prop up his chin. The same pillow you had used last night.

There was something about the way he was smiling at you. The way he was watching you.

“So, did you sleep well last night?”

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Lemme know if you want a part two or maybe a “What if Dalton hadn’t had any homework?” situation.

This was super fun and sorry if it’s too long

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Yandere 42! Miles Morales feeling grumpy all day at school and getting a little more upset when his girl wouldn't answer his texts. Only to see her surrounded in a circle of students cause she's beating the breaks off another girl who was riling her up talking bout her man.

And miles ain't know she could fight like that‼️and how would miles feel about her extreme jealousy?

I absolutely love this wait a damn minute…

A/n: Finally got out of writers block smh, I’m sorry that this took so long to do cutie pie😞 I also made the reader poc cause I gotta give my poc girlys including myself some love yk? I hope you don’t mind that!!<3

Warnings: Violence, fighting, yandere theme, jealousy, blood, pet names (mamas and mami), and cursing

Continue reading below the cut! Be warned as this contains dark content!!

Miles: hey mami, good morning

7:44 a.m

Miles: why ain’t you answering me?

9:57 a.m

Miles: at least leave me on seen or sum shit so I know you seen it.

11:32 a.m

He closed his phone and groaned as he feels his grumpiness getting to him. “Yo Miles, you good?”

His friend asked him seeing Miles is more grumpy than he usually is. “I’m fine.” He replied as his friend knew he was lying but decided to not push it and just thought that he was just having an awful morning. The only times when he did have awful mornings is when Y/n wasn’t around, and this was one of those awful mornings.

The bell rang and Miles got up to leave and as he walked out the classroom whispers were surrounding him. The soft voices going in and out of his ears, they filled the hallways. He managed to make it to his class and sat in his usual seat by the window in the back.

All of a sudden, students yelling and running could be heard outside the class, curiosity got the best of Miles as he got up from his seat to see what the ruckus is about. He used his taller figure as an opportunity to see over the crowd.

He was shocked to see his girlfriend, Y/n on top of another female, punching her as the girl below her was screaming and crying. One of Y/n’s hands was gripping the girls hair to keep her head down and her other hand was in a fist as she laid blow after blow to her face. Her nose was bleeding and bruises started to form on her face.

The female under Y/n was kicking and squirming, trying to get out from under her but couldn’t from Y/n’s body weight being forcefully pushed on her to keep her down.

Students surrounding them were recording and yelling as others just watched in horror.

“You wanna talk shit about my man!? You’re shady and pathetic, say it out loud to me instead of going behind his back.”

Y/n’s voice spat coldly in her face as the girl looked terrified while tears were running down her cheeks.

He was shocked seeing the scene, he never expected Y/n to be the jealous type let alone fight someone who talked bad about him. Miles didn’t and couldn’t care less about people who talked bad about him. Cause he knows that he can easily beat them with no issue.

So seeing Y/n get jealous and protective because another female talked bad about him behind his back, almost made him feel proud, thinking about how he knew that Y/n is really the one for him.

After a while, the principal came and broke up the fight then took the girl and Y/n to his office. Teachers who were there, escorted and told the students to get back to their classes. Everyone went to their classes and as Miles was in his seat, he was wondering what the girl said that made Y/n so mad.

While he was thinking, he smirked to himself, knowing that his girl, his only, did that to another female for him. Pride filled his chest knowing that any other girl wouldn’t have done it. He was proud to call Y/n his and his only.

The school day ended, and Y/n was walking out of school but then was stopped by Miles.

“Ay Mami, what happened back there earlier?” His hand placed on her shoulder as he turned her body around to face him.

“Some girl talked shit about you, and I couldn’t let that slide.” She huffed out pissed off and crossed her arms. He only smirked down at her before letting out a small chuckle.

“Who would have known that Mami would be jealous and protective of me.” His voice teased her with a smirk on his face. She looked at him before rolling her eyes.

“I wasn’t jealous…I was only doing what I had to do.” She glanced at him which only made him laugh as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his before he started to walk.

“Plus, why would I be jealous of a white girl? One thing that I do question is why would that little white girl talk shit knowing that we don’t play around when it comes to confrontation?”

Her voice spoke as she scoffed with a small laugh.

“You know…I would kill any guy who even dares to breath in your direction..~”

He bent down to her ear to whisper in her ear. His voice was low and deep as it sent shivers down her spine, causing her skin to grow goosebumps.

“You don’t mean that though, right?” Looking at him with a raised brow as he just smirked and stayed silent.

“Don’t play with me right now…you don’t mean it right?!” Her voice slightly raised, giving him an almost flabbergasted expression.

“I don’t know Mamas..do you think I’m playing?”

The tone of his voice was low and deeper than before. It was almost concerning, she knew how possessive he could get. But the way his voice got deeper, it sounded dark.

She stayed silent, his hand reaching over to her chin as he lifted her head to look at him. He had his usual cold expression but this time it was even..colder?..

His eyes were completely lifeless. No sign of shine or life in them which made her a little nervous when he stared down at her.

“I asked you a question Mamas, and I expect an answer..”

The sound of his tone was like he was a robot. It didn’t sound human, no hit of emotion behind it. She thickly swallowed before answering.

“No, I don’t think you’re playing..”

She said and he smiled, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.

“See? It isn’t that hard now was it?”

His arm wrapped around her waist again as she walked with her close to his side. He didn’t let her answer his question before speaking.

“Now let’s go out. I gotta reward my girl for doing something, right?”

Requests are still opened btw!<3

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denim-devil · 1 year

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Consolation | J.C

Pairings - Jacob Custos x Male reader

Request - OMG U WRITE FOR THE QUARRY?? Can I request Jacob x Emma’s adopted brother smut? Even tho he’s adopted, he’s basically the same as Emma (attractive, nice body, small waist, and big kissable lips) but he’s nicer and loves helping people. Emma always makes fun of him and calls him a push over. Reader has always had a crush on Jacob but has never done anything abt it bcuz Emma was dating him and cuz he seemed straight. The story would take place after Jacob storms off after truth or dare and instead of Emma going to find Jacob, it would be the reader this time. They do the swimming scene, almost kiss, get interrupted by the werewolves, but instead of running into the woods, they hide in the kitchen. And then smut

A/N — I’m decided to leave the smut part out of it, hope you don’t mind, I thought this fic was kinda cute and fluffy so-

──────. • ☆:*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ• . ──────

You watched your sister lock lips with Nick, already you could sense the tension, it was thick, smouldering, you could see the pain behind Jacob’s eyes, his mouth hanging agape in shock, why would Emma do such a thing? Especially in-front of Abi too.

You coughed loud enough to break up the kiss Emma being Emma stuck her tongue out at you before plonking herself back on the log beside an angry Abi.

It took no longer then a look her way for her to practically jump to her feet, running away from the crackling campfire towards the forest.

“You like kissing my girlfriend asshole?”

Jacob bucked up his chest, glaring down at the Aussie counsellor. Nick looked guilty, of course he did, but knowing Jacob, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“It was just a game-“

“I’m nobody’s girlfriend”

You shake your head at your sister’s response, she had no remorse, not even in the slightest. You could sense the anger which irradiated from Jacob’s figure.

“The fuck it was. “Oh, it was just a game!” Yeah, the fuck it was, man!”

He began to mimic his best friend, still looking him up and down like he was really looking for a fight, or something, something to at-least show everyone that Emma was off limits. You were so sick of this Alpha-male bullshit but you really sympathised with him, especially with how everyone had been treating him this summer.

Jacob twists on his heel, stomping away from the camp which was a clear indication of how he felt, he had every right to feel that way, Emma dangled a carrot in front of his face, how was he suppose to act.

“Grow up, Jacob”

You gather your thoughts, immediately rising to your feet, fuck, somebody had to check on him and he probably really didn’t want to see Emma right now, not after tonight.

“Well done horse face, way to go-“

You follow in Jacob’s footsteps, quickly jogging after him in a pace that suited you.

──☆──

You were met with the glistening waters of Hackett’s quarry lake, the water slightly jiggling in place, the moon’s reflection shimmering over the slightly murky water.

You could hear splashes, ones that were not to big but big enough to give up Jacob’s where-about’s. You slowly made your way over the creaking wood, the small dock isolated, attached to the empty boat deck.

“Jacob?” You whisper sweetly, watching the bigger male forcefully throw pebbles into the lake, maybe it was a distraction, one that reframed him from replaying the exact moment his whole world tumbled down.

“Go away-“

“It’s me…”

You trail off. He wasn’t surprised, but glad, glad you had followed behind, at-least someone was fond of him. His frown settled into a small smirk, a weak smirk that hid away his true feelings.

You sit yourself beside him. Immediately you could tell he had been crying, from his slightly puffy, red eyes to the clear tears that stained his olive skinned cheeks

It was silent between the two of you, not that you minded, Jacob actually preferred it that way, enjoying your company with the silence that followed but of course, you were way to sweet to keep quiet.

“Jacob…look at me”

He did, but his smirk faded, instead it was replaced with that frown from before. You could sense how hurt he was from, judging by his sniffling he wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for himself any time soon and that in itself broke your heart, you had to do something.

“She fucking frenched him- in front of everyone…jesus wept”

You watched a distraught Jacob scramble to his feet, pacing back and forth. He could feel the dry tears on his cheek, the extra amount of spit clinging to his tongue from not swallowing as often, god…really.

“Well…lover boy, you can either stop sulking over her, and Nick, or…you can go grab us some towels”

Jacob stopped in his tracks before turning to face you, confusion written all over his features, his brows furrowed as if you had just stepped on his toe.

“What do you need towels for?”

You smile, which had Jacob’s heart thump slightly faster…fuck, what was going on.

“Well, since you agreed with Emma, summer fun an all and after that kiss, I’m sure she’s the last person you want to see…our Summer isn’t over just yet…”

Jacob watches you kick off your shoes, your fingers already grabbing at your zipper, Emma has already managed to fuck the night up for pretty much everyone, and your love for Jacob grew by the second, why not sweep up the opportunity to get closer, with it being just the two of you.

Jacob perked up slightly before muttering a more happier “okay”. You watched the older male scurry off, maybe it was the vibe, or the urgency to have some fun but Jacob seemed pretty into this…

──☆──

“There’s not towels!” Jacob shouted down from the upper boat deck. With the kids being rather rampant and destructive, you were sure a few smuggled some home, not that it was an issue.

“None?!”

Jacob stood glaring at the empty wooden panels, clearly his luck was non-existent by this point.

“There’s exactly zero.”

“You dick”

You joke, not that it was the right time but still, no towels, you were going to freeze to death, even in summer the air was cool, cooler then usual.

“Just get back down here, Jacob…”

──☆──

“Huh, okay well I guess we could just like, drip dry. Or I mean we could shake it out doggy style”

You blush at his comment, your eyes focusing on how eased and free he was, he felt a little more in the present now, not that he’s over Emma’s actions yet but it was something.

You both chuckle before slipping down your trousers, leaving you in just your boxers which immediately caught his attention. He watched as you practically hid yourself by turning away, facing the water.

“I-“

Before he could even speak you dive head first into the water with a short squeal, one that left Jacob with a blooming sense of joy, something that spread through his body, his chest…

“Hey- I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen-“

“Oh but you can. Because, you see, oh help, help, I’m- I’m drowning. And I- I need a big, strong not at all insecure man to come and save me…”

You giggle before settling your eyes on his naked chest…fuck, he really had you wrapped around his finger. He blushes at your comments, you helped him forget about her and you actually cared about how he was feeling.

“Okay…”

You watch as he pushes his shoulder forwards before slightly flexing, buffing up his chest.

“What’s this? A male in need?! Fear not, fragile thing- for Hurricane Jake is here!”

He jumps high enough to tuck his legs underneath him, his arms holding them up creating a ball-like shape.

“CANNONBALL-“

The splash was big, but you chuckle, watching his head dunk underneath for a second before reappearing, he grimaced at the coldness now surrounding him.

“Woah, cold! Oh! Cold, cold, cold. Oh my- Cold. Oh. Phew”

You giggle watching the older male shiver, you could tell he would get use to it though, you smile, finally he looked a little bit happier, if only for a split second.

“Hurricane Jake?”

Your smile only encourages the butterflies in his stomach to spread up into his chest, a rush of adrenaline running through him, or something of the sorts had a raspy laugh escape him.

You playfully splash him before scooting away a bit, knowing Jacob would do the same back.

“Oh, okay, okay, now you’re gonna get it. See?”

Scooting closer, Jacob uses his strength to his ability, forcing a big splash to topple over your hair, soaking it. You squeal feeling each, single droplet pass by your ears and neck, eventually back into the water.

You giggle once again before shooting him a despicable glance, splashing him back.

“Hey! Quit it!”

You roll your eyes playfully knowing full well he was having fun, maybe the most fun he’s had all summer, especially here anyways.

“Oh! Stop! Being! A! Grump”

You use both hands to paddle small splashes back his way causing him smirk, his arms dunk underneath the water disappearing from view before he slyly pushes water back onto you.

“Ugh! Attack!”

You flinch before shooting him a glare.

“Ahhh! Hey!”

Before you could even respond, the male takes a large breath before ducking beneath the water. You look around, trying to catch whatever plan he calculated in his head.

A forceful hand yanks your leg quickly, dragging you underneath. You yelp before the water consumes you. You can already hear the deep laughter erupting from his chest before coming back up to the surface.

Your eyes squint, stopping the water from blurring your vision.

“Dick move.”

You feel his arms secure your waist against his own, the water softening the fabric between you both even more…fuck, was this really happening.

“Jacob…”

You look up into his eyes, capturing that same glint he wore when he accidentally walked in on you showering, something dark, but not entirely lustful, the way his arms soothed over your lower back had you judging his motive.

“Yeah…”

He mutters back, his lips mere inches from your own, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek. You sigh, allowing the older male to pull your bottom half closer until your chest’s were touching.

“Is this okay? I can move away if-“

You shake your head before lifting it, close enough for his plump lips to rub against them.

“Please…Please don’t-“

Your breath hitches once Jacob pushes for the kiss, attaching your lips together. His arms keep you close, holding you against his front. He grunts, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, tugging on it.

He watches you closely once you pull away, a light blush dusting his cheeks a pale red. The air was getting cooler, much like the water surrounding you both which encouraged you to take ahold of one of Jacob’s hands, pulling him towards the dock.

“You’re okay with this?”

You mutter. You weren’t really sure what was happening between the two of you, jealousy doesn’t run far from the tree, yes you were super jealous of you’re sister, but now, now you had the chance to show Jacob how you really felt, especially with how inviting the situation had become.

You feel a tug back before you sink back into his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder blades, your faces close once again.

“Not in a million years would I imagine this…but you- I realise now…”

#male reader #x male reader #jacob custos #the quarry #zach tinker #smut #fluff #angst #damn girl all three-#jacob’s emotions are MESSY

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t00thpasteface · 4 months

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How do you like the mash movie?

I saw the series first, my dad is a fan and we used to watch it together, and was surprised at its more serious tone. Frank Burns also struck me as also a pathetic idiot but in such a different way and also has these evil vibes. Because of you I discovered the books, got them, and im having even more shocks!

i fucking LOVED IT. i was absolutely HOWLING the entire time. my favorite bits were:

the opening where you see the dangling arms of the bodies in the choppers??? oh my god. i was like GASP. the insane blood and gore was awesome and really drove home how petty and wacky everyone's being

hawkeye's stupid tinted glasses and bucket hat <3 sooo 70s.

mulcahy getting immediately ignored the second he's introduced. mulcahy basically acting like a frightened mouse in every scene he has. he is so sad. he's really not cut out for this

frank being introduced as an aggressive bible thumper (very funny contrast to the likeable and shy priest) so him cheating on his wife with margaret, who is also married, is even funnier

radar(!!) being the one who puts the mic under frank and margaret's bed

mulcahy hearing them bang, leaning in bc he thinks it's a radio program he enjoys, and going D: when he Realizes

suicide is painless. holy shit. did you know a 14 y/o wrote the lyrics? his dad said "i needed the lyrics to be extremely stupid, and 14 year old boys are masters of stupidity." mom just learned that and has been telling all her 50-60 y/o friends. also both versions in the movie are sung beautifully (and thus hilariously)

the unbelievable fruitiness of hawkeye and trapper at all points but especially in the golf related scenes

trapper spawning the olives out of nowhere. player.placeatme olivejar 1

bring me the sultry bitch with the fire in her eyes! (dramatic zoom)

RADAR STEALING HENRY'S BLOOD??

hawkeye's entire interaction with painless just SCREAMING "chaotic bisexual who's been out the longest of anyone in the friendgroup and will forcefully yank you out of the closet the second you start questioning"

racists do not get dignified with a response. racists get shoved out of their chair

DON'T LET HIM KISS YOU HAWKEYE!

frank getting carted away in a straitjacket and never seen again

margaret hating the idea of football until the general wants it and suddenly she's a cheerleader with pigtails bc she's completely spineless. god she's so evil in this i LOVE horrible evil women. full agency at being the worst person ever <333 i support women's wrongs and i love watching chicks who are just slow-motion car crashes

"i was thinking we should have some plays, cause yknow, football teams always have plays" "actually i took the liberty of drawing about seven or eight plays for us to try ^_^" "great! ...what do these arrows mean?"

MASH EM! SMASH EM! KILL, KILL, KILL!

OH MY GOD THEY SHOT HIM!!!

hawkeye suddenly not wanting to leave once he's actually able to 🥺

end credits being read over the loudspeaker like the other movie night announcements. so. cute.

okay sorry. good movie. i had fun and cried laughing ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#shebbz shoutz #mash #m*a*s*h #mash 1970 #ask

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im-actually-a-certified-idiot · 12 days

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They Should've Lived

"You ready, mate?"

Ron straightened his collar, and caught sight of Harry standing by his door in the reflection of his mirror. He turned, then wished he hadn't. Harry's eyes bored into him, like he was taking him apart layer by layer, analyzing him to the very core. It was unnerving, to say the least- Ron was pretty sure his best friend was hardly aware he even did that.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat. "Everyone else already downstairs?"

"Er- yeah, I think," said Harry. He hesitated. Ever since the war had ended, he'd been much more subdued and quieter. Tentative. Ron hated it. The war had taken enough from him; if he lost his best friend, he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it. "I think... your mum's in George's room, trying to coax him out."

"He doesn't want to go?" Ron didn't even bother to hide the disbelief in his voice. It seemed absurd to him that George Weasley was refusing to attend his own twin's funeral.

Harry shuffled his feet, looking a bit alarmed by Ron's reaction. He had never liked conflict among the Weasleys, or to involve himself with it. "I mean, I suppose it's painful for him," he said amiably. Ron would've knocked him on the head if he wasn't his best friend. Bloody prat, always playing the diplomat.

"Ron? Harry?"

Hermione shuffled into view, her voice hesitant. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, like she'd fallen asleep crying. Ron supposed she must have- they'd just attended Remus Lupin's funeral last night.

One funeral after the other. A constant chain of grief. Ron would be glad when it was all over- he'd never been around so many dead bodies, never seen so much heartache and misery.

"It's almost time." Her voice wobbled a bit, and Ron was consumed with the strong desire to grab a jacket of his and tuck it over her shoulders. Which was stupid; she wouldn't appreciate the gesture anyway, it made her too much of a damsel in distress. "Mr. Weasley says we ought to start gathering in the backyard. Guests have already arrived."

George's funeral would be hosted in the Burrow's backyard; the Weasleys had all agreed it would be best to have him as close as possible. Ron thought Fred would've wanted that as well. It felt improper to bury him away from home, in some graveyard full of other dead bodies. The atmosphere would've been too dreary and disconsolate whenever they went to visit.

"Suppose we ought to leave, then?" Harry looked at Ron for confirmation. "Ron?"

Ron swallowed; he wasn't sure where the large lump in his throat had come from, or the sudden urge to follow George and barricade himself in his room. "I hate this," he found himself saying. "We shouldn't have to do this."

Harry's eyes, so scrutinizing before, turned soft. Hermione moved towards Ron; he wondered, for a brief absurd moment, if she would take him by his hand and drag him forcefully out. He wouldn't blame her if she did- he himself was frustrated at his sudden mopey words.

But when she took his hand, she did nothing but stroke his knuckles. A tingle shot up his spine. "You're right," she whispered. "He should've lived."

Harry clasped his hand onto Ron's shoulder. His grip was tight, but Ron was grateful for his touch. "They all should've lived," he agreed, and there was no question as to who he was talking about.

Lupin. Tonks. Sirius. Moody. Cedric. Colin. Hell, even Snape. The guy was the biggest prick Ron had ever met (not counting Malfoy) but even he had done his part in the end. Been a hero.

They'd all been heroes.

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so this is basically my angsty post-deathly hallows fic lmao. i've always wondered how the golden trio had dealt with so many funerals.

#harry potter #hp fanfic #harry james potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #golden trio #fred's funeral #hp angst #post-deathly hallows fic #ron weasley fic #ron weasley centric fic #they're all traumatized children someone give them therapy

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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A Stolen Kiss Over Wine

Chapter 4

Summary: You and Aegon Finally Talk

(Authors note: Smut / 18+/ Swearing)

The air felt cool, the clicking of the clock above your bookcase was amplified in the silence. It was almost midnight. You were sat on your couch leaning forward, between checking your phone and taking a sip of your drink you didn’t know what to do. Your toes curled in the soft fabric of the rug, the wait was torture. Your shoes rested by the feet of the sofa, still Wearing your green dress - your eyes glancing to your thighs where you could still See the marks left by Aegon digging his fingers in. Your stomach flipping as you recalled the way his tongue felt against your skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on your lips-you craved more.

Aegon still hasn’t appeared, nor had he called. You started to worry, just as you got to your feet to pour another drink you heard three loud knocks on the door, you froze for a moment, placing your empty glass on the coffee table and heading over to the door-when you opened it, you were surprised as you were not met with Aegon standing there.

It was Zoe.

You frowned “Zoe…erm hey…”

She didn’t answer “Where is he?” she asked. Her makeup was slightly untidy, her eyeliner had completely faded on her left eye, she looked on the border of angry and sad.

“Where is who?” you asked holding onto the doorframe

“Aegs…I know he is here!” she said rather forcefully.

“Zoe he isn’t here …I came straight from the party .”

“Liar.” She said barging her way in to your flat

“Do please come in.” You said sarcastically closing the door.

“I know he’s here! Aegs? Aegs babe you here?”

“Jesus Zoe how many times do I need to say it? He isn’t here. I thought he was with you.”

She folded her arms after she rudely inspected the rooms , facing you she looked incredibly hostile- so much so that your hand remained tightly gripped on your phone.

“What’s the deal with you guys? Why you so fucking close? I saw the way he hugged you at the party.”

You scoffed “We’ve been friends for nearly twenty years Zoe what do you expect?”

“So what your saying you had nothing to do with him breaking up with me just now?” she said almost crying

“What…Zoe I had no idea….I’m sorry.”

You were not sorry. She wasn’t good for him, and both you and Aegon knew it.

“What happened?” you asked.

She took a deep breath “I don’t know he disappeared for a bit…then when he came back he just seemed out of his zone…said we needed to talk” she said impersonating him.

You swallowed nervously “What did he say?”

She inhaled and threw her arms up “That we were done…that there is someone else.” She said almost scowling at you, you did your best to mask your true emotional response “Funny how you disappeared from the party when he suddenly reappeared…”

Your eyebrows almost hit the ceiling “And you think what? Zoe don’t be silly Aegon and I are just friends…I would never come between you guys.”

“So why did you leave without saying goodbye to everyone? Or it was just him you wanted to say goodbye too?”

This was ridiculous, but you couldn’t back down now “Not that is any of your business Zoe but I felt unwell and didn’t want to cause a fuss…because if I told Aegon I was leaving he would only want me to stay and I did not want to ruin his birthday…”

She tutted “Well his Birthday didn’t go to plan…” her head span around “You sure he’s not here? Who could he be with?”

You lifted your arms up “Please feel free to check my whole flat…he’s not here…and I did not in any way suggest he break up with you…Aegon and I are friends…nothing more. Who he dates is his business…”

She scoffed “Hmph…well if it wasn’t you then its someone. I don’t believe you guys are just friends…You break up with that Jace...Jacob guy whatever and suddenly Aegs wants us to break up….but whatever…”

You took another deep breath “Zoe I promise you-” you started

“Save it. Good luck with him” she said heading to the door in a brisk pace “Don’t get your hopes up…his bedroom skills are average.” She said spitefully before opening the door, as she left she slammed it with such force one of your framed pictures fell down.

You took a moment and picked it up, luckily the glass did not smash but the frame had broke. You placed it on the coffee table next to your empty glass and sat back down. You picked up your phone and called Aegon

“Hiya…This is Aegon I can’t answer so leave a message…cheers.”

Voicemail, you started to worry “Aegon…where are you? Please answer me when you can…I’m worried. Call me back.”

It had past midnight and there was no sign of him, you were sick with worry. Perhaps he had just gone home or maybe he was still at the party, his friends saw that he had broken up with Zoe and just decided to keep him there to drink his sorrows away. Either way, you were unable to shake off the fear in your head.

You eventually dozed off on the couch, until you were awoken by some humming and almost rhythmic tapping on the door. The humming was then replaced by slurred singing which made your heart leap.

You got to your feet and opened the door, Aegon sat at the foot of the door with an empty bottle of whisky in his hand

“Saw the ghost…of a king today!” He sang very drunkenly “I saw the –“ he hiccupped.

“Aegon for god’s sake.” You said leaning down to help him up

“Ahhhh Y/N . See I made it. Better never than late eh?” he hiccupped again

“Aegon Jesus your hammered. Come on lets get up.” You helped in lifting him up, he giggled slightly as you got him to his feet.

“Your drunk.” You said as you helped him through the flat

“No I’m mer-loaded!” he said laughing again “It is my birthday …do I get a kiss?” he said

As appealing as a kiss was he dipped to try and kiss you but he was so unsteady he almost fell forward.

“Not tonight…come on. Bed.”

“Ooo er missus!” he giggled again, which made you giggle in turn. You lead him to your room and let him flop onto the bed, taking the empty bottle from him and placing it down by the side of the bed. “Its you…always been you…” he muffled into the pillow

You stopped moving when he spoke “Get some sleep knobhead…” you chuckled. You also fetched a bucket and placed it by the bed, just in case.

“mmm thank you…I’ll show you…just how much you mean….” He said before rolling over and that was it. He was asleep. You retreated to the couch and slept.

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When you knocked on your bedroom door, you saw the Aegon was already awake, he was sat up wearing a thick blue towel and nothing more-he looked slightly rough but still so very appealing in your eyes.

“Hey….” You said softly, lifting up a large red mug “Made you a cuppa…”

He smiled, but it was a different smile, it exuded warmth and something else. “Nice pjs…” he said suggestively.

Pjs…A Aliens T shirt with underwear. You didn’t respond just smiled slightly as you handed him the hot mug of tea, sitting next to him on the bed.

“Thanks…I don’t even…how did I get here?” he asked

“I was hoping you would tell me…You turned up here at 3 am singing and drunk.” You said.

He laughed taking a sip of tea “Stayed at the warehouse…after Zoe left Eryk said I needed a drink…or several…” he said sipping the tea again. He looked at you slowly.

“Yeah…Zoe came by not long after I got back….asking where you were.” You said

Aegon nodded “Let me guess…Aegs...Aegs where are you?” he rolled his eyes.

You nodded in response “Pretty much…she said you broke up with her because there was someone else.” You said slowly.

He smiled at you “There is…”

Before you could ask him another question his eyes widened in a moment of shock. “Shit we…Y/N…I’m in your bed we ….we didn’t…you know…did we?” he asked raising an eyebrow

You shook your head “No…we didn’t.”

“Thank fuck.” He sighed

Immediately you felt a twinge that unsettled you “Wow thanks…” you got to your feet

He almost dropped his mug as he also got to his feet “No Y/N no…I only meant…”

When you turned around he was only holding the towel across his front, he looked worried at you “I only…I didn’t want our first time to be a drunken stupor.”

You almost exhaled in delight but something made you even more precarious “You said last night…It was me…its always been me…”

He did not blink, he only looked at you so carefully you were sure he was staring into your soul.

“I meant it…I do…I feel like an idiot for not doing something about it earlier…”

A lump was in your throat, you did not know how to react, you only opened your mouth to speak but Aegon beat you to it “What else did I say?” he said sitting back down

You took a moment and looked at him “You…said You were going to show how much I meant to you….” You let out a short chuckle “But you were drunk so…I did not know if it was a serious gesture or…”

He lifted himself of the bed, putting the mug on the beside table, he was now only holding the towel around his waist, he held his hand out You frowned “What…?”

“If I’m gonna show you how much you mean to me…I’m gonna need a shower….” He turned himself around, dropped the towel in such a teasing way that his very firm arse was now visible. You blushed almost immediately “Je…”

He wiggled his fingers, encouraging you to take his hand, you needn’t be asked again as you stood up and took his hand, he lead you into your shower room.

He switched the shower on, he stepped backwards into the shower, his naked body now slowly getting wet-the steam from the heat of the shower made your legs quiver-he was so beautiful.

You pulled the t shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to him-his eyes widened slightly at the sight of your breasts, he couldn’t take his eyes off them, he gasped in awe at the sight. You hooked the elastic of your underwear and pulled down your pants-kicking them off into the laundry basket in the corner by the door. You stood in the shower with him, the water now licking your body too-you were both bare before each other.

After a moment he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in to him-there was no gap between you now, he gently kissed your lips so sensually , it felt like a dream. Your hands crawled up his chest, when you reached his shoulders you squeezed slightly on them. His other hand found the crook of your neck , his fingers felt so delicately delicious on your skin as the moved up to your jawline. Your hands both exploring each other’s bodies was paradise.

He deepened the kiss and swirled you round , he pushed you against the wall of the shower, he bit your lip playfully as he moved his hand down to your wet core. He left your lips and you moaned at the loss of contact, he knelt slightly and latched his mouth onto your breast, the tongue swirling around your nipple made your nerves tingle alive with pleasure, he kissed both of them, keeping his eyes on you as he made his lips moved to the valley between your breasts and then back up to your hungry lips.

You felt his thumb begin to circle your clit, which made you gasp into his mouth, you felt him smile against you and also his hard cock twitch against your hipbone-your lips were inches apart as he picked up the pace. You found your hand slithering down to his erect cock, palming it gently he grunted at your touch “ahh….fuck.” he exhaled.

You moved your hand up and down, both of you in sync as you pleasured each other, with your lips barely touching as you both felt your climax approaching.

“Aegon I’m…”you whispered

In mere moments you were both elevated in an ecstasy you didn’t think was possible, he moved his lips to the nape of your neck and bit down on your skin as he came-you in turn left your mouth open on his wet , bare shoulder as you felt overwhelmed by the orgasm you experienced. As the water continued to shower you both you both resumed kissing each others lips slowly. You both paused and smiled as you cupped his face, gently planting small kisses along his firm jawline. His hand reached to some shower gel you had on the shelf, he poured some of the cool pink liquid into his hands as you continued to kiss his jaw, neck and collarbone. Aegon massaged the shower gel on your skin, as you pressed against him in desperate need of contact with his skin the lathered up gel got on his skin too-both smelling like sweet vanilla and candy floss, you stood underneath the large shower head-kissing each other deeply whilst the water washed away the gel. Aegon’s hands roamed along your body, grabbing the curve of your arse and stroking it in appreciation, you found your hands pressing against his beautiful chest

After a moment or two he switched the shower off, both of you stepping out and onto the hard surface, he wrapped a towel around you so gently, it was so caring and delicate-you in turn grabbed a small towel and dried his head playfully which made him laugh and kiss your bare shoulders.

You both resumed the kisses as the towels you both held fell to the floor in a instant, backing your way to the bedroom, you fell against the mattress. Aegon took a moment as he knelt in between your legs, one hand on each of you knees, he admired your physique as you did his and he smiled so purely at you

“Your so beautiful….” He grinned.

The way he hovered over you kissing you slowly, it was romantic and so unlike what you had thought. He kissed his way up to your lips as his body lay on top of yours, you looped your arms around his neck as his hand found your thigh and pushed it against your chest, his fingers edged their way your throbbing core once again and without warning he pushed two fingers inside you-your lips broke from his as he went deeper, your head snapping back and all you felt were his lips and teeth on your chin. He smiled at your reaction, you brought your head back as he moved them in and out, one of your hands grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

You swoped our legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock against you once again you shuffled your waist, eager for him to replace his fingers-before he did anything he looked at you, blinking a couple of times “You sure…?” he whispered.

“Desperately” you answered with a kiss.

He smiled in relief, before removing his fingers and slowly aligning his cock with your entrance. You held onto him tightly as he pushed himself inside you, slowly, sensually, intimately.

“Christ A…Gods…” you said as he slowly moved inside and out of you.

He dipped his head briefly “Fucking hell Y/N….that feels so good.” He said meeting you gaze once more. He kept at a slow pace, he moved deeper as you arched your back slightly to welcome him further, he propped himself on his elbow, with his other hand caressing your forehead so gently as he fucked you. Your fingers grabbed the bed sheet, gripping it as your other hand cupped his cheek. This was where you wanted to be. Him kissing you , deep inside you making you feel such overwhelming pleasure you were sure to black out at any moment. You felt it, the coil building up beneath your stomach-the intensity rising and you could see it happening in the reflection of his eyes-He latched his lips onto yours for a few more thrusts and they broke apart when you both screamed together, his forehead fell to your breasts as he slumped over you-your head fell back as the wave came over you.

The silence that was between you was only tainted by the gasps of you both catching your breath, he finally lifted his head to see your face still processing the pleasure you had just experienced, he brought himself up to lay next to you, pulling you into him and firmly setting his arm around your waist. You couldn’t process words you were that out of sync you turned your head slightly, to be met with the lightest kiss to the edge of your nose. Your hand sat on top of the hand that rested against your stomach, he nestled his head against your neck, inhaling your scent and lightly kissing your soft skin.

He moved his head slightly and nudged you as if he wanted you to face him

“Y/N?” he said

You turned your head so that your eyes were locked “Yes?”

He looked so serious at you and somehow it was so loving, you were captivated “Love you.”

You grinned “Love you too…knobhead” he grinned at your response, planting another kiss “In twenty minutes your gonna pay for that…” he smiled suggestively.

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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Ok pain time!! IMAGINE if Scout came to Spy for advice/comfort and Spy was there for him bc he could tell how much the thing was bothering Scout. And Scout is so moved that he says "I wish you were my dad". Cue Spy mentally spiraling.

rubs my greedy lil hands together

I hope this satisfies that angsty craving my friend

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Scout had been acting odd for almost a week now. Quieter than normal, more withdrawn. He spent more time poking at his food at dinner than eating, and when anyone asked him what was wrong he’d just shrug. No matter how much anyone tried, they couldn’t get him to talk.

And Spy had enough of it.

After dinner one night, he followed Scout to his room, grabbing the door before it could close and forcing himself inside. He closed the door while Scout demanded (albeit not forcefully) to know what he was doing. Spy regarded him sternly.

“Scout, something is wrong. Everyone is painfully aware of this and the fact you are refusing to talk to anyone has become too concerning.”

“It’s.. it’s fine, Spy! I’m fine, nothin’s wrong, I-”

“Scout.” It came out harsher than he intended, but he was tired of this. It’s been eating too much at him and he needs to know. He still softened his tone. “Please.”

He shuffled and looked away. And then with a heavy sigh, walked to his bed to sit, looking at the floor between his feet. “I- I got a call from Ma. One’a my brothers, he..” Scout rubbed his face. “He got locked up. Said he’s lookin’ at 10 years.”

“..which one?”

“Ted, second oldest.”

“How is your mother handling it?”

“Not great. She just sounded so.. so disappointed, Spy. And that’s what got me thinkin’.” Scout got quiet, and tense. His voice shook a little as he spoke. “What if she’s disappointed in me, too?”

Spy felt his heart sink as he watched Scout rub his eyes, desperately trying to not get emotional in front of him.

“I mean, fuck.. ya know, I’m a mercenary! A contract killer! Am.. am I really any better?”

Spy walked over and sat next to him. “Scout, your mother loves you dearly. I think the list of things you could do that would make her disappointed in you, I could count on one hand. From the few times we have met her, she has done nothing but brag about you.”

“Ain’t much to brag about now.”

“That will be enough of that.” Spy cuffed him gently on the back of the head, smiling at him when Scout looks up to scowl. “You are a lot more than you give yourself credit for. And I know your mother is proud of you. This team is proud of you. I’m proud of you. And nothing is going to change that.”

Scout sat there, looking at Spy quietly. His nose turned red as his eyes got wet and he hugged him tight with a choked back sob. And Spy let him cry it out without another word. He just held him tight, rubbing his back gently.

And when he was finished, Spy made sure he was fine before getting up to leave. As he got to the door, Scout spoke up. “Spy.” He cut himself off, as if he immediately came to regret saying anything.

Spy still looked back, hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

Scout silently stared for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted to say. “You’re always here for me and you never judge me and I feel like I can always talk to you about things and- and I appreciate it. A lot. I wish you were my dad. Maybe if I had you around growing up, me and my brothers coulda turned out different.”

Spy held back letting anything show, only smiling softly at him. “Your father missed out on watching you grow up into being the man you are, and I hope he regrets it to his last breath.”

The walk back to his room after they bid each other goodnight felt like it took an eternity. He closed his bedroom door behind him and leaned back against it, sliding to the floor as he stared off. He hurt, all over. His chest felt so tight, it was as if his whole body was aching. He took off his mask and thew it to the floor to run his hands through his hair, gripping it tight as he leaned in on himself until his elbows were on his knees.

He felt sick, to his stomach and with himself.

He should have been there. He should have been there, for Jeremy. But he had to be a coward. He didn’t fight hard enough, he didn’t try hard enough. He could have found a way to have hidden them. Left his spying career in the dust and taken them all and ran off. He could have - and should have - done more.

He meant it, that he will always regret not being there. And he will always regret it until the day Death shows up for him. He could have made a difference for not only Scout, but his brothers. But he instead was just like the others who had entered their mother’s life. He was no better than any of them, even if he’d secretly still done more than them. What good was any of it if he wasn’t even there?

He sat there for almost an hour, alone with his thoughts, before he finally stood up and collected his discarded mask. He made his way to the bathroom to get himself ready to lay in bed all night, knowing already he won’t be able to sleep. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, not even a glance. He didn’t want to face that pathetic excuse of a man right now.

Spy was certainly exhausted by the time he got into bed. Just not tired. He just laid back and stared up at the ceiling as things echoed in his head. What Scout had said, things he’d said to himself many nights before, the many horrid things others have said to him in the past. It was his only company during the long, lonely night.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #bootleg jerma #handsome rogue #dad spy #dan writes tf2

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little-caeruleum-blog · 2 years

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LMK/MKR Sun Wukong x Reader Outline

The reader heard about SWK coming back from his journey and grew quiet while the others were celebratingThe Reader is playing with the monkeys at Flower Fruit Mountain

They are playing a game of tag and hide and seek with the monkeys

She recounts the time when she was washed up at the mountain, the first thing the monkeys did was play hide and seek with her

She met MK a few weeks after he was born out of the stone and the two became instant friends

She stops playing with the monkeys and grows sad at the memories of Wukong and her

Five-year-old reader yelling after Wukong when he jumped into the waterfall and cried when he survived

She remembers their first kiss when they were both around 13 years old

Took him months to even return the kiss back

How he left for 7-8 years to train under a Taoist to learn immortality

The two hugged and promised one another to wait for each other

The two dancing after he had managed to erase their names and the monkey's name from the book of death

She sits down on a rock and the other monkeys ask her what was wrong

She reassures them that she was fine, just a bit tired

They leave her alone with her own thoughts as she recounts her and MK's fight before he left for his JTTW

The reader was begging him to stay at the mountain a little longer before he left

MK, now a grown adult, pushes her away and says that if he could become a god, he would take the opportunity

He accuses the Reader of trying to hold him back

The Reader gets angry and says that he has been stuck under a mountain for 500 years

She accuses him of being selfish and how he’s not worthy of her love anymore

The two break up

The reader turns and just yells at him to just leave now

Wukong yells back how he will and won’t be coming back

The reader cries on the rock as she waits for Wukong to come back

Cut to 14 years later, with JTTW coming to an end, and SWK comes back home

SWK comes back to the island and is greeted by his monkey friends and brothers

MK introduces Tripitaka, Pigsy, and Sandy to his monkeys brother

The monkeys host a party inside their cavern for their king and his new friends

SWK notices that the reader is missing and asks one of his generals where she is

They get nervous and try to avoid the questions by giving him more wine

MK gets angry and throws the wine away as he demands to know where the reader is

Guards quickly give in and explains where she is

The reader heard about SWK coming back from his journey and grew quiet while the others were celebrating

A few monkeys notices she was quiet and ran off shortly before SWK came back to their island

The general asked her if she would attend the party but she refuses to go

So they decided to host the pary in hopes of distracting Wukong from noticing

MK gets angry at the reader and was about to throw a temper tantrum, Tripitaka stops him

Tripitaka gently grabs his shoulder and Pigsy tells him to calm down

Trip tells SWK that getting angry will not solve his problems and gives advice

SWK gets embarrassed and apologies to everyone before he leaves the party

The story cuts back to the reader, singing as she gathers water from the river and sings while SWK sneaks up behind her

The reader is washing their hair in the water as they sing Dear Love Across the Seven Seas

“Dear love, across the seven seas./ I hope you find it comforting that you are so far gone from me./ My hands are cold and bare from your lack of touch./ Dear love, across the seven seas./ I hope you can forgive me./ For when I am dead and gone./ Dear love, across the seven seas./ I wish I can see you one last time./ Before the sea swallows you and I whole.”

The reader then prays that SWK would forgive her once she leaves the island

SWK comes out of his hiding place and tackles the reader into the ground, yelling at her

MK comes out of his hiding spots and forcefully turns the reader to face him

The reader gets startled and falls to the ground with him on top of her

MK starts yelling at how he’ll never forgive himself if she ever leaves the island

The reader is shock and stays quiet as he rants/confesses his feelings for her

The reader is silent as she takes in the confession before she kisses MK to silence him and they apologize

She manages to sit up and pull Wukong into a tight hug,forgiving and confessing her love back to him

She pulls away and gives the two kiss one another

#lmk #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #x reader #fic #monkey king reborn #mkr #will write #later #probably not #maybe one day

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onmyoji-posting · 10 months

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Hello.

How Asura/Orochi/Shuten Doji/Taishakuten react to their S/O trying to escape them (yandere)? If you don't mind.

Thank you.

Oh boy this has been in my drafts longer than I would've wanted but now im back!!

Asura,Orochi, Shuten Doji & Taishakuten reacting to their S/O's attempt to escape

Asura

Asura took every measure so his S/O would never leave his side. This includes having them under heavy supervision at all times. Or at least that's what he assumed. So when he caught them just about to leave his realm, Asura lost it.

He would never take it out on his beloved, Asura would never lay a hand on his darling, but his underlings however was a different story. He had specifically tasked everyone to prevent their escape, but they were all stupid enough to let them almost get away.

Now Asura had no choice but to be with them 24/7, and when he had to be away, they'd be chained until his return. It breaks his heart to do this to them and hear their cries but they'll have to get used to it until Asura deems that he trusts them enough to not try to escape again.

Orochi

They swear that they have escaped Orochi's oppressive grasp, but in reality he is just messing with them. Since he wants to lull them in a false sense of hope only to take them back to his side where they rightfully belong. After all, they were the only one who managed captivate his dark and wicked heart.

This could go on for as long as Orochi would like, but as much as he hates to admit it, he can't bear to be away from his S/O for too long. Once he's made up his mind on bringing them back he won't simply show up out of the blue, he likes to mess with them before making an appearance. Most of the time he will make his snakes slither past by them or get close to them only for them to leave as quickly as they came.

When Orochi finally has his fun with them, he will simply appear right in front of them and wrap them in a tight hug and asking them in a sweet and terrifying tone if they missed him. Only for him to then pick them up and carry them back to their home, completely ignoring their desperate pleas for him to let them go.

Shuten Doji

He's been working so hard to please his S/O, everything he's done is for their own well being. So naturally, Shuten wants nothing more than to them be by his side for all eternity, since he doesn't want to go through the agony of rejection once more.

This was never supposed to happen, he always made sure someone was watching over you whenever he was busy. In this case it was Hoshiguma doji who had become their only friend and confident in this whole mess, he only wanted to free them from this madness and.

He was the only one who knew what Shuten Doji was doing was wrong, and was even willing to abandon his duties to protecthis friend.

But Shuten thwarted their escape as he forcefully grabbed them by the arm and dragged them back to his side. His S/O cried and begged to he let go, but Shuten ignored their pleas.

He wasn't going to punish them since in his delusional mind they did nothing wrong and were influenced by Hishiguma Doji, who insisted would receive a terrible punishment for his disobedience.

Taishakuten

He takes it horribly when he discovers that his darling has escaped. Taishakuten can't fathom the idea that they would ever want to leave his side. If he has been nothing but the perfect lover, in his mind he never punishes them or try to hurt them in any way. He also has been spoiling them non stop in a way to show how much he truly loves them.

During the whole search he is absolutely devastated, and with each passing moment his heart breaks even more. He still can't believe they had the audacity to escape his side. But he reassures himself that they won't be gone for long.

In the end, it doesn't take long for him to find them, and he is relieved to see that they are safe and unharmed. However, Taishakuten is deeply hurt by their actions and will let them know constantly how much it hurt him. Though he wouldn't punish them too severely since he can't bring himself to hurt them. And to prevent from them escaping in the future, he decided to force his S/O to be by his side at all times and if he can't be with them, he'll keep them locked up.

#onmyoji #asura onmyoji #orochi onmyoji #taishakuten onmyoji #tw yandere #also i may write something else about this premise and shuten doji 👁👁

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katiesautisms · 5 months

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Hi :D. I decided to try some writing Dramatically™ and I wanted to put it on here :>

This is about Cassidy from FNaF, she reflects on her death to William Afton while watching him succumb to the same fate. Enjoy!

TW'S: Descriptive gore and child murder

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I remember it like it was yesterday. How could I not? I’m forced to relive the pain of my death every single second of my existence.

My older sister was having a birthday party at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. My parents paid no attention to me, it was a day purely for her. This was far from an unusual sight; everyone ignored me when I was alive. But this time it felt different, the disregard for my existence hurt so, so much more. I ran away to a corner of the restaurant, near the backrooms, I felt sad and alone as I softly cried to myself. But then I met a friend, my favorite character from this accursed franchise, Spring Bonnie. He consoled me, told me it would all be ok. He told me that he even had a surprise, just for me. It’s been decades since then, I was only 10, how could I have known better?

He took me to a room far away from the party rooms and arcades, not a single soul other than us could be found. He took me to a place he called a “safe room” where lied Fredbear. But he looked different, he was slouched over, like his bones were taken out of him, contradicting his usual lively and joyous tone when he was on stage.

As Spring Bonnie shut the doors tight, I noticed that this wasn’t Spring Bonnie.

It was a man in the costume.

He took off his head, revealing the horrifying face that lied beneath the innocence that Spring Bonnie provided. He grabbed me, and forcefully shoved me into the Fredbear suit, there were metal parts and wires all over, but I managed to fit right inside. I fit so well that the slightest movement would result in one of the sharp, rusted, metal parts piercing my flesh.

“Hold still” said the man in the costume.

I was unnerved, despite this, I obliged, I trusted him.

I felt something being inserted into the back of the fuzzy exterior of my metallic prison. And I felt the man in the costume turning it.

Instantaneously, the metal parts were flung into my body, creating deep cuts everywhere. I cried as loud as my bloody body could.

“Shhhh,” said the man in the costume, “You wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for everyone, would you?”

I tried to escape, but that made it worse. Even more, sharper, metallic parts shattered my skeleton and punctured my organs. I couldn’t breathe anymore; I couldn’t scream anymore.

I looked up to find the man in the costume putting the Fredbear head on mine. The horrific process repeated, but this time it was in my head. I could only see red.

As I lied there, internally pleading to god for mercy, I started to choke on a metallic tasting liquid.

“Oh, did I forget to mention?” Said the man in the costume, “This is a slow process, so, very slow. The way you’ll leave this hell is by choking on your own blood.”

The pain was so great I didn’t even know I was fading in and out of consciousness. That’s when I died.

I was suddenly outside the suit; I could still see my body inside through the thin gaps. The man in the costume was laughing.

And now, decades later, the man in the costume is suffering the same fate. Me and my newfound friends appeared in the same room I decayed in. The fear on the man’s face emulated my own that very day.

He went back into the Spring Bonnie suit. At first, we were scared, momentarily reliving our very deaths. That’s when I managed to trip the so-called “springlocks” inside his suit.

We watched as he fell to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. My friends faded away, to where is unknown to me, but it’s clear that their business was done. I hope that they can go on to have their happiest day.

As for me? Well, this wasn’t satisfying enough for what he did to me. I know he’ll come back; he always does. But this time, he’ll posses his suit like I did.

When he eventually descends to the afterlife, I’ll follow him. I’ll construct a hell of his own making, customized by me. The man in the suit will learn that me, Cassidy, was the one he should not have killed.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #springtrap #fnaf cassidy #fredbear #spring bonnie #springlock #the one you should not have killed #vengeful spirit #purple guy

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scalproie · 9 months

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omg plz do 13, 16, and 25 for the violence ask meme on tekken FWKJFK sorry for so much im just interested to hear ur thoughts!!!

13. worst blorboficiation

Objectively, Lee is the "least evil" mishima and congrats to him for leaving (tho forcefully) that fucked up family and yeah his childhood sucked big time and I have to respect the hustle of him rebranding himself into the funny "excellent" flamboyant guy but GOD he somehow successfully tricked everybody into forgetting that he is also very not a good person. I KNOW we are starving for positive relationships in tekken but he is very much as egoistical and self-interested as the rest of his family, kazuya is his brother only by name only and lee not only doesnt care about him nor their father and he would happily throw him or both of them under the bus to get ahead LIKE HE IS DOING NOW BY WORKING WITH LARS AND JIN AGAINST KAZUYA. Lee could not have inherited raw power from heihachi so he got his manipulativeness, sketchyness and charisma, and lets not talk about how the devil gene is alienating both kaz and jin so there is no way lee could even keep up with that. But if he could I really doubt he would still be regarded as the meme man that he is now. I love lee but I feel like the only person that can see smth sinister lurking under the surface thats funny and approachable and even has friends. Thats not a negative btw I love that about lee but the overly kindness I see from people's interpretation of him sometimes take me out. Hes better, but hes still not good, yknow?

(as for mk im just slipping it there bc its fresh in my head, johnny cage holds the really heavy burden of being the only somewhat comical main character in a sea of dramatic people so he is doomed to be mischaracterized I think. Either hes treated TOO seriously and it feels... wrong in a way I cant explain OR he is subject to comical whorification. But thats just me hating fun I guess.)

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Heihachi has the worst fucking development in tekken 7 it genuinely makes me insane that some people would enjoy this botched attempt of sympathy toward him, all while making fun of his original reasonning like "haha lions dont push their cubs off cliffs" WE KNOW its a traditional asian misconception that even has a name and it makes sense bc heihachi is old school but also ITS NOOOT ABOUT THE LITERAL LION THING ITS A METAPHOR ITS ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND TOXIC MASCULINITY GNGNHGNH and its BETTER than a hypothetical witch trial that makes NO SENSE bc HEIHACHI YOU THREW THE KID SAYING THAT IF HE SURVIVED, HE HAD THE EVIL IN HIM. AND THEN YOU RAISED HIM??? WHAT??? Its stupid. I hope he stays dead goodbye forever funny cockroach grandpa.

(mk break again but you genuinely have to explain 80% of the mk ships to me. Maybe its me being idk, a shipping paladin or smth and took an oath to the One True Pairing or whatever and im now blind to the rest but yeah I dont see the majority of it.)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

EVERYONE SPEAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE AND EVERYBODY UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER DESPITE THAT IS ONE OF THE BEST THING ABOUT TEKKEN. FUCK YOU IF YOU WANT AN ALL JAPANESE OR ENGLISH DUB. ITS ORIGINAL ITS INTERESTING ITS GOOD TO HAVE CHARACTERS SPEAKING ACTUAL FRENCH, SPANISH, PORTUGESE, KOREAN AND OTHER IN A MAINSTREAM VIDEOGAME. FUCK YOU FOREVER IF YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT AWAY OR IF ITS "WEIRD" TO YOU BC ITS NOT REALISTIC, BORING BITCH.

ALSO "NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE PLOT" I DO!!! I DOOO!!! IM NOT GONNA LOWER MY STANDARDS FOR THEM TO MAKE A GOOD SATISFYING STORY JUST BC YOU CARE MORE ABOUT EVO TOURNAMENTS, MICROFRAME DATA, AND IF YOUR WAIFU MAKE IT BACK IN THE MAIN ROSTER.

#hi sorry got heated at the end #tagging later #kazooyah #ask meme

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qu1cks1lversb1tch · 8 months

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Hospital Flowers

Aurelia is an oc of mine that will be seen everywhere throughout different universes. Her last name will constantly change, but the character remains the same. Its easier for me to remember one character name than 20+.

TW: BLOOD, CAR ACCIDENT, ANGST (maybe???)

Nobody could've seen it coming.

Aurelia was driving to the apartment she owned with Steve when it happened.

She had stopped by the tower to drop off a couple gifts for Natasha and Wanda, her chosen bridesmaids, on the way home from a meeting with the venue coordinator in Central Park.

The wedding wouldn't be for another year, but their venue needed to be secured several months in advance, just to ensure they'd have it for their set date. Though it was well known that an avengers wedding took precedence.

"I'll call you when I get home." She promised Nat, a playful grin on her face. It was the same one she always had when she was with her best friends.

"We'll be making sure you get home." Wanda reminded Aurelia, hugging her tightly.

Aurelia laughed. "I know. . . But I have to go now, Steve's cooking tonight and I promised I'd be home by seven."

"Fine, we'll talk to you later."

Natasha and Wanda finally let her walk out the door, watching as she got into her car.

She pulled off into Park Avenue traffic and grabbed her phone from her passenger seat, dialing Steve's number. It rang three times before his voice filled the inside of her car.

"Hey, Sweetheart."

"Hey, you. How was your day?" Aurelia questioned.

"It was good, yeah, Buck and I went to the farmers market up the street and he spent most of his pocket money on homemade candles." The smile in his voice was evident as Aurelia laughed softly.

"How many did he get?"

"Five, one of each scent they had available."

"I don't blame him," Aurelia admitted. "Candles liven up the space, you know?"

"Yeah they do. So, how was your day?" Steve questioned.

Aurelia heard shuffling on the other end and the familiar sound of their dogs leash being taken off of the hook.

"It was good. I met with Danielle, our venue coordinator, and she ensured we would have the venue completely booked for ourselves, October 31st of next year. Once the meeting was over, I stopped by the tower to give something to my loyal bridesmaids and to say hi to everyone. . . I actually called to let you know I'd be home in just about an hour, maybe less."

"Alright, well I have to go make sure dinner doesn't burn. . . Be safe, Sweetheart. I love you."

"I will. I love you too, Captain. See you soon." The call ended and she was plunged into silence.

She drove along in silence, taking her usual route to the Brooklyn Bridge.

Aurelia was crossing the intersection at Bowery and East Houston Street when it happened.

A van ran the red light and full on collided with the passenger side. She couldn't react fast enough. The force of the van flipped the car twice and pushed her into oncoming traffic where she was hit again.

Glass was surrounding her, blood oozing from cuts on her face, neck, chest, and arms where glass had scraped her or forcefully entered her body from impact. Her ears were ringing from her head hitting the window moments before it shattered.

She felt like she was under water and couldn't breathe. Everything was blurry. She couldn't move. Everything hurt. It was far beyond any pain she had experienced in her past six years as an avenger.

Then the world went silent just as the sound of distant sirens met her ears and her blood ran cold. The lights seemed to turn off. Nobody was home.

Natasha burst into the two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. The red rimmed eyes and the look on her face was enough to pause any potential lecture from Steve on the art of privacy.

"Steve, you need to come with me right now." She said firmly.

"We're waiting on Aurelia, I can't leave. She's supposed to be here any minute."

"Steve. . . She's not coming. You need to come with me, and I'll tell you everything I know. . . You come too Barnes."

Both men looked at the cooling lasagna on the stove before grabbing their coats off the hook by the door.

Natasha led them to the roof, where a quinjet was waiting for them. "Go, hurry." She told Clint the moment the ramp was closed behind them.

"What happened?" Steve questioned, taking the empty seat beside Wanda. She had her head resting on Sam's shoulder, it was an unlikely sight.

"There was an accident. . . Aurelia was in an accident. Friday alerted us at the tower as soon as she detected the first collision. . . Tony got down there just in time for the police and EMTs to arrive. He called and told us to get to you."

"Does May know?" Bucky questioned, sitting down in disbelief.

"I don't know, maybe? If Tony hasn't called her yet, I bet he will." Natasha responded.

"Is Aurelia going to be okay?" Steve asked, trying to hide his feelings behind the Captain. Unfortunately for him, Natasha could see right through him.

"I don't know. . ." She answered honestly. "She has to be okay, I mean, you're supposed to get married next year."

"Yeah. . ." Steve trailed off, pacing at the back of the jet.

When the jet landed in a park near the hospital, they saw two ambulances with flashing lights and sirens speeding to the hospital.

The first one pulled in and before it could even come to a full stop, the doors were being swung open and a flurry of activity began.

Tony jumped out behind the medics and wiped his face.

The moment Steve saw him, he ran across the street ignoring Sam, Bucky, and Natasha calling out to him.

"Where is she? Where are they taking her?"

"Rogers, you need to listen to me."

"No, I need to see Aurelia. . . I need to know she's okay." Steve pushed past Tony but didn't get too far before his arm was grabbed.

It was too late, though. He had already seen her and the several bandages littering her body.

"They need to do some scans. . . Clearly something is wrong, her heart stopped beating twice on the way over here. . . They're taking her up for emergency surgery right now."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"Steve—"

"No — Stark, how are you so calm about all of this? She almost died twice and you're acting like it's a normal day!"

"That's my daughter in there! My sweet baby girl is fighting for her life! Her life means more to me than my own, but forgive me for not wanting to cause a scene! You may be her fiancé, but I'm her dad. . . You could never love my daughter as much as I do, even if you fucking tried."

The two stared each other in the eyes, finally realizing how bad both of them looked.

Steve was holding back tears, thinking he needed to be strong for everyone.

Tony looked tired and worn out, but just like Natasha, his eyes were rimmed red and his face was puffy.

Steve deflated, losing his defensive posture. He backed off and entered the hospital, soon followed by the few avengers that had time to be there for hours.

Bruce called every hour, with no updates. He finally went to bed at midnight.

Tony called May and she promised to come by in the morning with Peter.

After eight hours, the only thing they knew was that Aurelia was out of surgery and should wake up soon.

Part 2

#marvel #the avengers #domestic avengers #incorrect marvel quotes #daughter of tony stark #angst #accident #captain america #steve rogers would probably make bucky age prematurely #everyones done with steves shit #tony stank #steve rogers x oc #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #sam wilson #clint barton #wanda maximoff #hospital

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novvaable · 10 months

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Get to Know Me- Sims Edition

thank you @hurricanesims for the tag <33

sorry for taking so long to reply, for some reason it took me ages to actually answer these questions🤠

What's your favourite Sims death?

i hate when my sims die.. i can honestly say i’ve never forcefully killed any of my sims as I get so attached to them. in this case, id probably say death by old age.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

alpha! back when I used to play ts4 i gravitated towards maxis match.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

seems pointless to me lol

Do you use move objects?

yes!🫡🫡 impossible to build /decorate without it

Favourite Mod?

nrass master controller - it so universal and makes life a lot easier 🥺

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

my first expansion was university life. it will forever have a special place in my heart, I love it so much

Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?

never even thought about it honest, probably like alive??

whos your favourite sim that you've made?

my girlie marcie, she’s come so far with me so I just have a special kinda attachment to her lol

Have you made a simself?

no i think this would just make me miserable

Which is your favourite EA hair colour?

none. I always find the tones of ea hairs to just be a little off? i just use custom colours

Favourite EA hair?

well i dont use any EA hairs they look ugly I have default replacements hairs by maryjane

Favourite life stage?

young adult

are you a builder or are you in it for gameplay?

only recently have i been in it for the gameplay. but i use that phrase lightly. i wil forever be a builder at heart.

Are you a CC creator?

barely lol. sometimes i post occasional things for dl. my knowledge of cc making only scratches the surface. i can do the basics like make poses, and custom photos (alongside sims and builds - but who doesnt).

ive tried to get into cc making a couple of times but its so complicated? i have mad respect for cc makers in the community. ill leave that job to the professionals.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

back in my day... lol not so much anymore. after i took a fat hiatus a lot of the people i used to regularly talk with moved on.

@pixelevia is still my girlie. she doesnt post much, but we talk all the time off tumblr and regularly get each other excited about sims storylines that are yet to come to life lol.

Do you have any sims merch?

yes.. i am embarrassed to say that when ts4 was release i pre-ordered the deluxe version. it came with a mouse pad.. its long gone now. but i always remember it having a funky smell ??

also i dont wanna talk about the fact i paid an arm and a leg for ts4 (i dont even play it?!) and now its free. forever going to be salty over this fact.

How has your ''Sims Style'' changed throughout your years of playing?

i'd like to think it has! considering my blog is old, i feel like it has grown with me and that reflects in the style of my sims. recently ive been striving for a slightly more realistic looks to my sims

Whats your Origin ID?

i do have an origin id unfortunately. (is it stil even called that?)

i have a lot of opinions on this new ea app bs. but we wont go into that.

Who's your favourite CC creator?

everyone! honestly anyone who has the skills to be able to make beautiful and functional cc are brilliant.

but just to name a couple:

@rollo-rolls

@smallsimmer

@martassimsbook

@sourlemonsimblr

@satellite-sims

How long have you had simblr?

I had to check my email for this.. as of feb 2023, my blog turned 9 years old?! so I guess almost 10 years. (thats kind of mad)

How do you edit your pictures?

depends on the picture! usually for scenery pics I will just sharpen them and adjust the brightness / saturation / contrast.

for sim pics it really just depends on how bothered I can be.

I’ve recently made the change to gshade so that’s been doing all the heavy lifting for me.

I use hunnybee’s moon syrups preset <3

What expansion/ stuff pack is your favourite?

university life!! it was the it was the first expansion pack i got and so it holds a special place in my heart. its also a pretty awesome pack too.

tagged:

@satellite-sims / @smallsimmer / @pixelevia @kitty-pixelz

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 tags #asks

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lovememadly92 · 4 months

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Hello everyone! This is for @emilee1421, hope you enjoy your Secret Santa gift dear, and that you are having a wonderful day! I wrote two parts, hopefully they don't disappoint! No disrespect to the real veterans, only pure actor portrayal from the show. Happy Holidays everyone, enjoy your weekend!

@hbowardaily

Part 1

October 1944 – Schoonderlogt, Holland

“Lew.”

I groan and don’t even bother looking at the time on my watch. All I want is some sleep but Dick being Dick, he is up and ready as usual. Sometimes I don’t know why he and I are friends, he is an on-time person, while, I personally don’t give a fuck if I am late or not. But for some odd reason, he and I understand each other.

“Wake up, they want us back at the regiment.”

God, the one damn time I find a comfortable place to sleep that isn’t a foxhole, I get woken up.

“Come on Nix get up.” He claps his hands and that irritates me even more. This man can go on little to no sleep. “Let’s go.” He opens the curtains next to the bed and I can feel him leaning over, looking at me.

Probably thinks I am hungover. Then again, cannot blame everyone, everyone thinks I am a damn drunk.

“Come on, something is up, Strayer’s orders.”

This damn regiment, it wants and wants yet does it let me sleep? No.

“Okay go ahead, I’ll be right down.” Hopefully, he goes away. “Let’s go come on, you have ten minutes.”

I groan for the millionth time this morning. “Go away.” I hold on to the pillow for dear life. I don’t want to leave; I need this sleep. The job of an intelligence officer is not easy; calculating the risks of every tactic we want to use, and making sure it does not blow into our faces, is damn difficult.

“Come on big guy, let’s go.”

“Ah, leave me alone,” I mumbled.

He sighs frustratingly. “Okay.” Then I feel something wet and cold spill all over me, causing me to jolt up.

“God damnit,” I complained and took a whiff of my hand and it infuriated me, causing me to sit up on the bed. “Oh, that’s my own piss for Christ's sake!” Grabbing the pillow, I wipe myself with it before throwing it at Dick’s face.

“Son of a bitch,” I muttered and got up from the bed, pushing him while he was laughing at me.

I am going to get him later, that is for sure.

“Dick, are you guys ready, they need us at headquarters!” I hear a female voice call from downstairs and I groan internally. Of course, he had to bring his little sidekick with him just to torment me and rush me.

That is so Dick and Charlie.

When she walked inside the room, Charlie scrunched up her little nose and started to take a whiff around the room, until she was right in front of me, then proceeded to glare at me. Not without her pinching her nose.

“Oh, poor Lewis. Did he literally piss the night away or what?” She teased and chuckled. “God Dick.” She turned to look at him. “I told you many times to watch over our dear intelligence officer. Don’t want him to fall in a pool of piss again.” She backed away and crossed her arms, keeping her stare on me.

I smile forcefully and wave at her. “Always the damn charmer Charlie, can you go somewhere with your insults and let the adults do the work?” Dick shook his head. “We don’t need children interrupting.”

She scoffed. “Hey, fuck you rich boy. At least I am not falling into piss or into things like you always do. Besides I am close to the same age as you, asshole, only off by three years. So, I am an adult as much as you both are.”

I groaned. “Can you just get out Charlie?! I want to shower right away.”

“Pssh well good luck with that, this house has nothing but cold water anyway,” she huffed and then proceeded to walk downstairs.

It is always like this between Charlie and me. If she wasn’t attractive, I would find her even more annoying than…wait, what the fuck are you saying Lew?

Dick turns to look at me and rolls his eyes. “You two need to get along for God's sake, your bickering is going to get a lot of us killed. Plus, you know as much as everyone else, she is one of the best lieutenants this company has ever had. Hell, even the men like her, she is lenient but hardworking when it comes to training them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Charlotte is the best, blah, blah. Can I go shower now?”

Dick rolls his eyes once more before he walks out. “No one is stopping you, Lew.”

*****

After finishing my shower, which was fucking cold, we all headed back to headquarters. As I was ranting to Dick, I could see Charlie mocking me along the way and shaking her head. I wonder sometimes how in the hell she became a lieutenant, better yet getting promoted to 1st lieutenant.

When we got off the Jeep, Charlie stood there with her arms crossed. “Do you fellas want me to pick up your mail?” I smirk at her.

“You can get me a cup of coffee while you are it.”

She scoffed and proceeded to flip me off. “I am not your fucking maid, get your own damn coffee.” Charlie marched away and I could see Dick smirking while shaking his head.

“What? She offered if she could get us anything.”

We walked into battalion headquarters and got to talking with Strayer, Moose, Colonel Sink, and Colonel Dobie, who was part of the 1st British Airborne. Turns out, Dobie needs help with the rescue of 140 of his men who are trapped across the Rhine River. So now we are sitting in his office, trying to coordinate an operation.

We are discussing the tactics, when suddenly, Charlie walks in with a coffee and sets it right in front of me. But she doesn’t say anything, she is quiet. When she sat right across from me, her eyes were red-shot, puffy. Like she was crying. She was happy and chipper this morning, teasing me but now she is quiet and somber.

That oddly had me worried. I even felt my heart sink a little. God Lewis, you are stupid, you and this girl are supposed to have out for each other and now you care about her feelings and how she feels. You are stupid. Besides, she is probably on her period, and she is being a negative Nancy right now.

“So tonight then,” Colonel Dobie asked.

I nodded. “Yes, the sooner the better it will be. You do not want to waste any more time.” Then I turned to Charlie and Moose. “Moose, would you mind if Charlie goes along with you and Harry to help with the rescue operation?”

“I have no problem. Charlie, would you like to help with the operation?”

Quietly, she got up and walked out of the room. Of course, she would throw her tantrum here. I excused myself momentarily and followed her outside headquarters.

“Damnit Charlie, this operation is important for you to be acting like a child. If something is asked of you, I expect you to follow fucking orders.” I turn her around for a moment and she is in tears. Her once, light green eyes, turned into an emerald color.

“Look Charlie,” I sighed. “You cannot be acting like a child and if you are on your period…”

Her tiny nose flares up and she shoves me away. For a small lady, she is damn strong. “Oooo nice one, rich boy. What other insult can you come up with besides me being on my period and being a child?” She sniffles. “I don’t know how the fuck you became an intelligence officer, so damn out of touch with fucking people. If you must know everything, I just got a letter, my older brother is dead. As for me following orders, of course, I will go, Captain.” She salutes me sarcastically and walks away.

Charlie did not even give me a chance to say anything, she was gone. Aside from her extroverted demeanor, she never really talked about family to anyone, not even Luz who is her best buddy.

“What was that about?”

I turn to Dick and shrug. It’s best not to say, no one needs to know.

“Nothing Dick.”

Hours Later

When the 140 men were rescued across the Rhine, Dobie decided to celebrate and invited Easy Company to celebrate along with his men. As the men are competing amongst themselves, climbing rope and whatnot, I look to my right and Luz is trying to convince Charlie to come and join the rest of the group.

She gave him a smile, a beautiful smile I might add, and she shook her head. “You fellas have fun, don’t let the party pooper ruin a good time.” Luz gave her a smile and then joined his friends while Charlie made her way outside.

I decide to follow her outside the barn, and I find her leaning against the wall, looking at the beautiful, starry night.

“Come to bug Lewis, I don’t need your pity,” she sneered and turns to look at me. “As you can see, I am not in the mood to talk at all.”

Reaching for my pocket, I grab the pack of cigarettes and try to hand them to her. “I come in peace dear Charlie of mine.” She tries to reach for them, but I pull them back towards me. “But first, you tell what is going on then I will hand you the pack of cigarettes.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I already told you, my brother died, there is nothing more to it.”

“There is if it has you riled up like that,” I retorted, and she sighed. “And walking you out of a meeting like that. I know you act like a child, but you are the one to listen to superiors when told something to do.”

Charlie huffs and backs herself against the wall again. “For someone who calls me a child sure pays attention to what I do half the damn time. Do not tell me our dear, old intelligence officer has gotten soft.”

I huff and lean against the wall with her. “Me, get soft, you have to be shitting me, Charlie. I am not a soft guy, now if you want someone that is in touch with his emotions, go talk to Dick or Harry, hell go talk to Luz if you want.”

Then it got quiet, except for the noise inside the barn and the occasional crickets chirping. She turns to look at me and shrugs. That somber look appears on her face again. “My older brother, Anthony, was with the 4th Marine Division in the Pacific. A fucking radioman like Luz, hell even happy and cheery like Luz. You wouldn’t shut him up even if you wanted to.” She sighs and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Out of nowhere, I find myself wiping the tears from her cheeks, ever so gently. Charlie is taken aback but continues her story.

“They killed him during a night raid assault back in Saipan; they found him along with his radio right next to him. My parents, being the assholes that they are, did not let me know until August and I just received the letter this morning.”

She shook her head, and I could not help but feel an ache in my chest. “He was always so happy, so loving and caring. Tony would sing along and dance to Fred Astaire, Billie Holiday. I remember one time when we went to Paris, he managed to sneak me into a cabaret to watch Josephine Baker dance the night away. We got in so much trouble, but we laughed about it after.”

“Wait a minute, Paris, cabaret…” Now it dawns on me, oh Charlie is a sneaky one. I should have known from the start. “Whose family do you belong to rich girl?”

She chuckled softly and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. “I am not Charlotte Anderson, I am Charlotte Rossi, from the Rossi family back in New York City. You never met me because I was in boarding school half the time along with the rest of my siblings. Anderson is my mother’s maiden name. I am surprised that it took you this damn long, especially being an intelligence officer.”

“I did look up your family, I did not find anything on you,” I admitted. “Anderson was a really good cover-up.” She shook her head and started laughing. I look at her in shock, for one minute she is sad and the next, just laughing the night away like nothing.

“You are a strange creature, Charlie,” I snorted and started laughing along with her. She really does have a contagious laugh. Why did it take me so long to see it?

Things got quiet between us, then I decided to speak up. “I am sorry about your brother Charlie, I really am. He sure did sound like a good fella. But him taking you to a cabaret? Really Charlie?”

Charlie nods and looks at me, with a sad smile on her face. Even then she looks beautiful as hell.

God Lewis, again?

“That was Tony for you, fun, loving, smart, and overall, a great man,” she sighed and little tears sprinkled on the ground. “We were supposed to survive this, you know, have a drink when this was over. Sigh, I am going to miss him.”

Slowly, I turn around pull her into an embrace, and let her cry on my shoulder. I hold her tightly, closing my eyes. Even though she hasn’t showered, she still smells like roses. A scent that just does not fit with anyone but with her, it just did. Why did it take so long to notice these things?

“Am I interrupting anything?”

We both let go of one another to only find Dick starting at both of us, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“No, no interruptions whatsoever, touch me like that again Lewis and I will beat your ass,” she huffed and walks away back to the barn with the rest of the fellas.

Then Dick crosses his arms and just stares at me. “Is there something you want to tell me, Lew?”

I groan and take a swig of my decanter. “About Charlie? Nothing is going on and please wipe that smile off your face before I do.”

Dick lifts his hands up in defeat and gives me a smile. “There is nothing wrong with liking Charlie, I like her the men like her…”

“Okay enough, don’t you have paperwork to be done or what?”

Dick just chuckles and then walks away back to the command post and leaves me outside here with my thoughts.

I place the cigarette between my lips and light it up.

“What the hell are you doing to me, Charlie Rossi?”

#band of brothers #hbowarsanta23 #lewis nixon x oc

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