#and eventually I started to catch the like frustrated groans he would let out (which sound like growls with the helmet on) and now I can’t

[xx-maemae-xx]

The way Qimir would kind of growl under the helmet during “Night”[1x5] whenever someone would stop him from getting in a hit on Mae. Just— fuck.

[cowboygenesis]

18+ knuckle up | astarion x reader

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summary: after a drunken night and a dumb bet you're left in an emotional (and physical) chokehold by your favourite vampire companion.

pairing: astarion ancunin x afab!bard!reader tags: 18+, smut, fluff, switch dynamics, m/f, fingering, unprotected sex, resolved tension, playfighting, sex after training session. word count: 7.8k notes: this fic was SO fun to write even if im a gale girlie myself. this is my first attempt at writing ANY bg3 character, so i really hope i did okay. if not, let me know! comments help me improve my writing (and warm my heart, seriously, thanks to anyone taking the time out of their day to comment). anyways gang, no beta as ALWAYS, you know how we roll. ENJOY! masterlist.

It still made little sense to you.

You had honed your skills at the most prestigious music schools in Faerûn for years, pouring your heart into every note, every chord, only to find yourself shamelessly ridiculed for an entirely different kind of performance. And by a man you’d grown to like, no less.

"Get up, darling," Astarion’s voice drips with amusement, the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips with infuriating smugness. His crimson eyes watch you with a predatory glint, locking onto your vulnerable form sprawled in the dirt—a definitive result of his frustratingly agile moves.

You groan lowly, propping yourself up on bruised elbows, wincing as a dull ache pulses through your body. A stray lock of hair falls in front of your face, and you blow it away in frustration.

"I’m starting to think this isn’t educational at all." You glare at him with all the venom you can muster, eyebrows furrowed as his arms cross.

Your eyes absentmindedly scan down his body, taking note of his slightly disheveled shirt and tousled hair. He looks… good. Beautiful, even. Basking in the soft moonlight seeping through the vast greenery above, he stands there like he’s in his element.

He chuckles, seemingly unbothered by your vapid tone. "Oh, but it is, my dear. Think of it as a new, humbling experience. Valuable in its own right."

You bite back a retort as he offers you a hand, his expression making your eye twitch. You never thought you’d fall for arrogance, yet ironically it’s your own conceit that might have brewed your upcoming downfall.

After a particularly boisterous night of drinking in camp—brought on by the recent victory over a pack of gnolls—you foolishly accepted Astarion’s challenge to best him in hand-to-hand combat. Your alcohol-addled brain had been more confident than your body, and now, after a series of harsh jabs and sidesteps, you were being taught the harsh reality of “real” combat.

Defeated, you eventually obliged a quick lesson from the master himself, which he had (admittedly suspiciously) made you take after losing your bet.

At the very least, the bruising would rid you of your lingering hangover once you were done taking the thrashing. Plus, you hoped it would bring you two closer. Figuratively and physically.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your hesitation. "Come now, my dear, don’t be so stubborn. You seemed so eager at first,"

"You told me you’d teach me to fight, not fall on my damn face," you lament, but begrudgingly accept his help, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

His grip is firm, and the coolness of his skin sends a small jolt of electricity down your spine. You had often imagined what holding his hand would feel like during the colder nights alone in your tent, and while the circumstances ended up being less than ideal, it was good enough for you. For now.

You rub at your sore arm with a frown and catch that Astarion, unmistakably, stands completely unscathed, his pale complexion almost glowing in the ambient light.

"I’m thinking…” he muses, glancing at the weathered lyre resting peacefully by the roots of a tree. His lips curl into a smirk, and you can feel the teasing jab sting your pride. “Perhaps you’re better suited to the more... delicate aspects of life,"

Your jaw clenches. While bards famously went underestimated— a fact you were reminded of frequently— it hurt more coming from someone you so badly wanted to fuck.

"Oh, I don’t know," you say with a saccharine tone, brushing the residual dirt from your pants; your favorite pair, yet you’d probably end up having to toss them out after your poor performance today. "I think a harp string could make a fine garrote in the right hands."

Astarion’s laughter rings out clearly, and your heart skips a beat unbeknownst to you. "Dully noted. Fortunately for the both of us, we’re stripped of any weaponry in our current pinnacle."

Your eyes roll, running a hand through your disheveled, sweat-slick hair and adjusting your posture to the one he had taught you: one foot forward, back straight.

"Again," you demand, squaring your shoulders. If he wanted to mock you, fine— but you wouldn’t go down without a proper fight.

Astarion’s eyes widen, but his smirk never falters. He sighs in faux exasperation but quickly matches your posture. "So eager to be tossed into the dirt again, darling."

Your face flashes with heat at his painfully languid remark, your mind going places it probably shouldn’t. You knew the pet names were simply an inherent part of his vocabulary and that he used them generously, with everyone, yet a part of you liked to imagine they were reserved for you, and you only.

“Try me again,” you reply curtly, lowering your gaze as you feel the tension sprawling through your aching body.

He shoots you an arrogant smirk, his gaze penetrating your soul with an intensity you didn’t think possible. He bares his fangs, licking over his bottom lip lazily. “Let’s see it, then.”

Astarion approaches, but this time, you’re ready. As he moves to close the distance, you anticipate the first jab, ducking low before he can catch you off-guard. You dart to the side, aiming a swift thrust toward his midsection. It’s clumsy and unpracticed, but it seems to work.

Your fist connects with his toned stomach. He topples off-balance, but only for a fleeting second. His reflexes are too sharp, too honed through his century-long life for you to overcome with your pitiful attempt.

He catches himself with a graceful pivot, turning the stumble into a curt spin that has him facing you once more.

"Fast learner, are we?" he muses, watching you closely through his fists. "I might actually have to try now."

"Don’t flatter yourself," you shoot back, heart racing. At that moment, you recognize you can’t win. Not this time, probably not the next. But you don’t want to forfeit, even if it means enduring a day or two of terrible muscle soreness.

Every sidestep, every deflected blow, brings you closer, the air between you growing heavy with static. You aren’t sure if it’s the heat of the fight or the dangerous proximity, but you can feel it—an irresistible, undeniable pull.

"Careful now," Astarion purrs as you barely miss his face with a rugged swing. He catches your wrist, holding it tight as he leans in, breath ghosting over your ear. "You wouldn’t want to harm me, would you?"

You swallow hard, your body tensing under his tight grip. The closeness is intoxicating, but you force yourself to stay focused, pushing back against the growing heat in your chest.

"Maybe I would." You don’t.

For a moment, neither of you move. The world seems to narrow, the charged atmosphere thick with tacit suspense. You can feel your pulse hammering in your throat, senses sharp, attuned to every breath he takes as they intermingle with yours.

"Darling," a dramatic pout creeps onto his lips, only to be replaced by a sly grin seconds later. You feel his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to slip free. It’s a calculated move, once he grants you himself. "You wound me with your words."

You take a step back, breathless. This isn’t over, not by a long shot, yet your muscles fight against that thought. They scream at you with pain, worn and stretched by what feels like hours of sparring.

“Sounds like you’re the one trying to wound me,” you taunt, shooting him a lowered gaze. “Why’d you take me out here? Trying to make your next kill less obvious?”

The vampire had insisted you two train away from the bustle of camp, even if it meant missing out on tonight’s feast. While the rest of your companions enjoyed the finest ale Baldur’s Gate could offer, you were stuck trying to prove something to your crush.

Astarion's grin widens, his eyes flashing with amusement as he takes a slow, calculated step forward. “Now, now,” he purrs, voice dripping with mock innocence. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have seen it coming— no need for childish theatrics.”

You hold his gaze, refusing to let him see the slight tremble in your legs from the strain of the sparring—or maybe it’s from something else entirely, you can’t be sure. You know he’s dangerous, that this game you’ve been playing with him has always had its sharp edges. But there’s something about that edge, about the way he dances so easily between teasing and threatening, that weakens your knees and makes you breathless every damn time.

"Then why are we here?" you challenge, taking a step back to match his forward one. Your voice is steady, but your pulse is hammering in your throat. The woods feel like a world apart from camp, the sounds of chatter distant as you sit in your isolated little bubble of the world. “It’s a little… intimate, don’t you think?”

Astarion tilts his head, studying you with a curious twinkle in his crimson eyes. “That sharp tongue again,” he says quietly, “Do you truly believe I’d go through all the trouble of bringing you out here just to end you? If I wanted your death, I’d make it enjoyable for both of us.”

Your breath catches at his words. His words drip with venom, but somewhere deep down, in the depths of his blackened heart, you swear you feel an instance of temptation.

“What’s the game then?” you ask, holding his gaze despite the anxiety twisting in your chest. “Because by the Gods, I know you love those.”

Astarion’s smirk softens, but the intensity in his eyes never falters. He steps closer again, until there’s barely any space between you, his presence intoxicating. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’re capable of,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. “Maybe I wanted to see how far you’d let me push you before you push back.”

His hand hovers near yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin, but he doesn’t make full contact.

“And maybe,” he continues, leaning in just enough that his breath grazes your cheek, “I’m curious what could happen once we both stop playing.”

Your heart is racing now, and you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline from the sparring or the charged air between you that’s making your head spin a hundred miles an hour.

“You’ll never know,” you murmur, meeting his gaze with a boldness you don’t quite feel. “Because I’m not backing down from this.”

His grin widens at your rebellion, and with a swift, fluid motion, the man’s playful smirk turns into a vicious one. Before you can react, he spins you around, movements smooth and practiced, making you lose your balance.

Your back hits his chest, and within seconds he wraps one arm around your neck in a tight headlock— his grip is firm, but not painful. Your mind strays to his other arm, feeling it press against your waist to keep you securely against him.

“Such a feisty little thing,” he purrs into your ear, his breath warm against your sweat-slick skin.

You struggle against his hold, trying to twist free, but his grip is relentless. “Fuck you,” you manage to scowl, though the words are strained by the pressure on your throat.

Astarion chuckles softly, and you feel it reverberate through your body. “Oh, she bites back,” he teases, his voice a dark, seductive buzz. “Are you taunting me, darling?”

You try to shift your weight, to find a way out of the headlock, but his grip doesn’t waver. “You’re projecting,” you growl breathlessly.

“And you’re persistent,” he replies, “Suits you well.”

You feel a warmth spread through your belly, tickling your nerve endings and making your thighs squeeze. You thank the Gods he can’t see your flustered face right now.

And suddenly, he releases. Not fully, but his grip weakens enough to allow you a moment to slip out again, stumbling over your own feet as you face him.

“Here’s your second freebie,” he chuckles, getting into position again. “Careful, next one might come at a price.”

“Like I need a third one,”

You recalibrate, then in the spur of the moment, pounce. Your arms extend as they barrel toward him. His eyes widen, but he manages to catch them mid-air; his hands clasping into yours and pushing against you.

“Fair strategy,” he commends, and you sense it might at least be partially earnest. “Desperate, but fair.”

You strain against him, breath hitching when he periodically pushes back. Whenever he does, you feel his gaze boring into you with a crazed intensity.

Then, you try not to think about the fact your digits fit together really damn well— and fail. Take what you can get, right?

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he sneers, slender fingers tightening around your palm. He leans in, your chests threatening to collide. “Getting distracted?”

You grit your teeth, leaning in with your full body weight, but he barely budges. “You wish,” you shoot back breathlessly.

“I feel it,” he corrects in a whisper, leaning in just enough that his lips hover dangerously close to your ear. “It’s in your eyes. You’re not even thinking about our little lesson anymore, are you?”

Your breath hitches at his words, the undoubted truth in them cutting through the haze in your mind. He’s right. The bet, your lesson —somewhere along the lines, your sparring posture went lax. All that matters to you now is the palpable closeness, your hands in his, and his hot, idle breath on your neck. Your throat threatens to cast a strained groan, but you withhold.

“I—” you start to protest, but your voice falters. His chest is now pressed flush against yours, pushing you forward.

“Admit it,” he murmurs, his voice low, seductive. “And I’ll let you win.”

Your hands tremble in the small space they lock with his, the smoldering red of his gaze telling you he knows exactly what he’s doing—how his actions leave you a mess in body and soul.

“I won’t, I— I can’t,” you manage to stutter, but the words sound weak and unconvincing even to your own weary ears.

He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through you like a slow current. “Liar,” he whispers, and you catch a glimpse of his pearly fangs in your hazed peripherals. “Not a good one, either. Another thing I should school you on.”

Your eyes roll, but the implication accelerates the growing tension within your guts. “Just how generous you are.”

His head tilts gradually, and you go pale as you catch his tongue running along the length of his bottom lip.

“No, darling,” he purrs, “I haven’t shown you generous just yet.”

And then, you catch his eyes darkening. There’s a certain mania to them when they widen, pupils blown out like a cat’s when he suddenly pushes firmly against you. Your feet stumble backward, staring into him as a wild grin plasters on his face.

You yelp when you lose balance, lips ajar and eyes closed shut as you feel your back crash into something soft, or at least, soft enough to leave you un-bruised.

When your eyes flutter open, he’s on top of you. You study his broad shoulders, the pale neck between them, and finally let your half-lidded gazes connect in a silent, tension-filled juncture.

The ambiance of dusk quiets down to a soft murmur, crickets chirping in the distance as his strong body hovers inches above you, hands placed firmly around your wrists to successfully lock you in place.

“Seems to me you’ve lost our little bet,” he purrs out, and your breath hitches as one of his legs slides between yours, slowly inching to put a distance between your knees.

All you can do is stare up at him hungrily, desperately, drinking in his weathered features and pray he’d let you run your fingers through his flaxen locks at some point in the night.

“No clever retort? That’s not the little bard I know and love,” he teases, and your hips almost buck into him at that one word. You know he doesn’t mean it, yet your teeth still clench when your body jolts in response to his familiar lilt.

“You’re playing dirty,” you finally breathe out, cringing at how strained your voice sounds as you lie under his weight.

“No one ever said this would be a clean game,” he retorts, his crimson gaze boring into you before gradually disappearing into your neck.

His lips hover over your skin, hot breath tickling the soft spot near your pulse point as you gasp quietly. You feel him hesitate, arms tensing and releasing over your own as if soaked in apprehension. You strain your muscles, eyes shutting in preparation for the inevitable, sharp bite coming onto your poor vein. Gods, was this his plan all along?

But then, you feel the grip on your wrists loosen.

Your eyes flutter open, and you quickly catch the tousled white locks in your neck as the vampire looms over you.

“Here’s your chance to run,” he hitches, and somehow he sounds just as out of breath as you do.

You lie on the blanket of moss, chest heaving and gaze tracing languidly over the treeline as you feel your body go limp. He’s giving you one last opt-out before… before something happens, be it a bloody massacre or... Or?

Your mind shrieks at you: take advantage, prove yourself on top in this stupid bet— but the little voice in your heart urges you to stay under his firm body; find out if your instincts rang true after all.

You stay. Not only that, but you let your hands slip out of his, one of them snaking down his shoulder while the other runs through his waves. They’re silky, and soft, and when you catch a whiff of rosemary in the air, your grip tightens.

“Astarion,” you whisper, voice surprisingly steady as your heart beats a constant rhythm into the space between you.

His body jerks abruptly, albeit subtly, and you feel him smirking— smiling— into the soft flesh of your neck. “So I was right, after all.”

His face withdraws from you slightly, the residual condensation of his warm breath leaving you shivering. You catch his gaze, half-lidded and scanning your expression with apt concentration.

“Feisty, spirited little thing,” he continues, inching towards you again.

Your stiff body jerks, grazing against him as your shaky hand snakes to his cheek. You cradle it gently but with urgency, and there’s a beat of silence before you finally understand what to do.

You inhale softly, catch his questioning gaze, and crash your lips onto his.

He groans softly when you meet in the middle, lowering himself with his arms. Your chest thrums with the beat of your heart, shooting waves of dopamine down your worn spine.

When you feel his nimble hand on your jaw, your lips part with a sigh. He matches your buzz with his own self-satisfied murmur, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

You smile. He’s sweet and bitter, and you whine gently into the kiss when you recognize brandy on his tongue.

This is what you’ve been waiting for all these lonesome months.

The culmination dawns on you like a powerful current, making your eyes squeeze and your hands tremble in his waves.

He seems to notice your tremor, but instead of slowing down or (Gods forbid) stopping, he dives deeper. You moan into his mouth as he wriggles a hand around your waist, holding you close to his hips and suddenly, you feel a steady pressure grinding into your crotch.

The movement is slow, precise, practiced. His hips buff into yours in a controlled rhythm, making you sense his already taut erection through the thick material of his linen pants.

“Do you get it now, darling?” he murmurs, breaking the kiss to stare lazily into your glassy eyes. “Look what you do to me.”

His hand snakes to your blouse, and before you can register what’s happening, you hear three ivory buttons pop off followed by the cool, evening breeze tickling your heated skin. You don’t need to open your eyes to know your nipples are standing taut in the chilly air, yet the image makes you redden.

“How— how unceremonious,” you croak out, moaning softly when his large hand begins palming at your right breast.

His thumb and forefinger squeeze at your erect nipple, toying with it in smooth, tactile movements and relishing the way his name sounds coming out of your kiss-swollen lips.

“Mm, forgive me,” he chuckles darkly, planting a quick, ardent kiss on your lips before lowering his face to your chest. His tongue licks a slow, tender strip up your sternum before he looks up to smile at you; it’s a genuine look of satisfaction, untouched by the plague that is his faux arrogance. “I’ll make sure to be good next time.”

’Next time?’

You look at him lazily, gaze puzzled and lips ajar to ask but he doesn’t even offer you the chance. His hand dips from your tits to the band of your pants, sliding underneath it with his finger, the coolness of his skin making you gasp.

His mouth assaults your other nipple with sucks, nibbles, and gentle bites, making you mewl under him as his hand continues to travel down the soft flesh of your thigh. He rubs it gently, lovingly, starting under your hip and slowly stroking his way toward the inner region, where you’re most sensitive.

“Divine,” he mumbles against your chest, pressing a kiss to your rib. “So divine.”

His free palm moves to your exposed belly, massaging it gently. You sigh at the slow, consistent pressure, moving your trembling hand to the back of his neck.

When your one eye pops open in curiosity, you see him snug against your body, face contorted with empathic fixation as he labors down your body. It’s intimate, yes, but also… loving. His tongue is warm against your breast, and his palms caress your skin with slow, delicate strokes; the same hands you’ve seen wield blood-soaked daggers and longbows.

He runs two digits along the stretchy fabric of your bottoms, lip caught between his teeth. He catches you staring and smirks up at you.

“Enjoying yourself?” he husks out, and you’re desperate enough to nod wordlessly.

He chuckles at your enthusiasm, hand smoothing down the waistband of your panties that peers from behind your bottoms. Not even your cutest pair, but oh well. He doesn’t even seem to notice, as his digits play with the elastic.

You’re already so exposed, but nothing can prepare you for what he does next.

With a few more kisses to your breasts, he tugs at the two waistbands, pulling down your pants and panties in one go.

The material slides off your legs and you hiss out, feeling the coolness caress your slick core. Your hands instinctively reach to cover up, but you’re stopped in your tracks by a strong grasp around your wrist.

“Oh no, no,” He looks up at you with an arched eyebrow, and somehow, despite his collected mien, you catch a soft dusting of pink across his cheekbones. “Don’t you dare deny me this view. Not after I’ve waited for so long.”

Your face heats up at the brazen comment, but that only seems to draw him closer. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and he takes the hint immediately.

You connect in a heated kiss, and this time, Astarion is the one groaning against you. You work in tandem, like a gentle, effortless dance, heavy breaths intermingling in a sweet symphony of hums and sighs when…

You feel a touch against your heat. The contact is almost impalpable, yet your eyes flutter open in shock as the man’s fingers trace over your slit.

He withdraws from your kiss, hovering inches from your lips with a soft smile.

“S’unfair,” you slur, gazing up at him with a pleasure-drunken gaze. He exhales loudly, and you gasp. His fingers dip in, rubbing slow circles around your clit. “You— Gods—”

“Yeah? Tell me,” he taunts lowly, continuing his torturously languid movements with a devious smirk plastered on his perfect face. “What’s got you so bothered, my sweet?”

He dips down, teasing your entrance with his index. You pant softly at the prolonged stimulation, trying your damn best to stay focused on furrowing your eyebrows in mock anger.

“Got me so exposed and—” you trail tensely as his finger probes your entrance. “—And you’re still in your damn clothes.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but you doubt he’s even listening to you by how he surveys your body, bottom lip caught between his fangs. “I’m about to show you ‘generous’, like I promised.”

And then, he bottoms out. You moan, feeling two of his digits sliding into you, the slickness of your opening making it an easy feat.

You squeeze around him, and he pumps into you once, then twice for good measure. The sound of his movements is unbelievably and utterly obscene, making your stomach knot in delight.

“So wet already,” he purrs through a smirk, watching you writhe under him, “Don’t tell me our little sparring session got you this bothered.”

You roll your eyes, thighs squeezed tight around his wrist as you move your hips in tandem with his rhythm.

“Come on, talk to me,” he taunts again, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and letting his fingers fuck you in a steady, purposeful rhythm. “Now’s not the time to get coy.”

He switches gears, stopping his movement so he can curl his fingers inside you. He presses against the sweet spot, his thumb reaching to simultaneously rub slow circles against your swollen clit.

You cry out at the newfound pressure, the warmth in your belly twisting into a vortex of fiery delight.

“I—” you mewl against him, wrapping your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. “I’m gonna— c-cum—”

His movements quicken at your desperate words, digits working hard against your favorite spot.

“Cum then, my darling,” he taunts firmly, his free hand roaming under your jaw and holding it in place. “Cum for me. Let me— let me look at you, sweet thing.”

Your glassy eyes struggle to focus on his face, but once they do, he hits something white-hot inside you.

His lips crash desperately onto yours, but you struggle to kiss him back through the blinding pleasure of your climax. It thunders down your legs, up your belly, making you cry out against his mouth as everything melts away into a wonderful oblivion.

The last thing you see before your muscles go lax is red.

He rubs your clit methodically through your high, letting you ride it out peacefully as he burrows into your neck again.

When your breath steadies, you feel his fingers slowly withdraw. The emptiness that follows makes you cry out softly, helplessly watching as the man runs his palms up and down your sides.

He presses a soft, soothing kiss against your swollen lips, and you can’t help but glare when you see that he’s still fully dressed, even after your heated orgasm.

He catches your pouting and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, darling?” he purrs, pulling away to take you all in. You’re caught speechless when his hungry gaze scans down your nude body; starting at your smitten face and ending with a lingering glimpse at your spent pussy.

“Please,” you mewl out, raking your hands down his clothed abs. “Gods— Please take these off, I can’t—”

He does.

His hands momentarily withdraw from around you, and with a swift, deft move, he tosses his shirt off.

The silken cloth comes flying into the night like a phantasmal figure, and you watch it catch onto a stray branch to your right.

Your gaze skims hungrily down his sculpted body, watching his muscles tense and release with every little movement. Yes, you’ve seen him shirtless before, yet the context of your current predicament somehow makes it feel like it’s the first time all over again.

Unbeknownst to you, his hands work at his bottoms, swiftly unbuttoning the waistband and letting it sit loose against his hips. You catch a soft, white trail against the edge of his undergarments, leading down to a straining, tented mess below.

Your hand reaches out absent-mindedly, still drunk off the high of your climax and so, so desperate to finally feel him for yourself.

“Not so fast, darling,” he scolds, gently slapping your hand away and letting it wither at your side.

“Let me touch you,” you retort desperately, but he only chuckles as his fingers begin working at his waistband.

“You lost our bet,” he explains, sliding a thumb under the elastic and letting it lower. You catch the very base of his straining erection, and that taunting alone makes you gasp. “Gives me the upper hand.”

“Says who?” you hiss under your breath, failing to give him the glare he deserves as your eyes bore into his.

He gives you a once over, gaze drawing languidly over your exposed body, and only then does the extent of your nudity finally dawn on you.

“Don’t make me laugh.”

You shift under him, shimmying within the small space he allows, and he takes your brief distraction as a moment to unravel his pants completely. They drop to the ground behind you, leaving him in his undergarments, and you bite your lip at how dangerously lax they sit around his hips.

“I think I’ve left you waiting long enough,” he mutters, and your lips go ajar.

The thumb hooked into his briefs starts sliding down his waist, lower and lower until you’re finally even in terms of undress— and you’re ever so starstruck by the sight of his bulging cock hovering over your belly. It stands thick and taut within arm’s reach and you find the fact makes your mouth water.

Then, before you can think of touching him, you feel him place either hand below your knees. He looks up at you with a sly smirk, and you gasp softly when he pushes your thighs flat against your torso, feet in the air and scandalously exposed in front of him.

“You’re playing with me,” you mutter breathlessly, hissing as you feel his length stroking against your inner thigh.

His arms compress you tighter as you feel him lowering, the underside of his cock slapping against your tummy. The gasp that leaves your throat at the sudden contact widens your eyes, and he catches your gaze with his self-satisfied one.

“Do you like that I’m playing with you?” he follows up without a beat, his hips rutting forward. The movement is gentle, yet the pressure is enough to make you whine out in desperation— it’s also the only answer you manage to choke up for him before his cock slides between your wet folds.

“A-Ah— you fucking— fucking prick,” you hiss at the vampire, and so he bears his fangs at you through a wide grin. You find that it makes your breath hitch even amidst your despair.

“Now, now,” he reprimands, words syrupy, “bold words coming from someone so vulnerable.”

His nails dig into the soft flesh of your legs as he slides back and forth, taking meticulous care so that the head of his cock butts against your clit with every dip. The stimulation feels electric, and soon enough, you feel your still-sensitive body ramp up with heated energy for a second time this night.

A minute passes, yet it feels like an eternity. The air between you is thick with tension and the soft, repetitive harmony of your strained moans and his little gasps. You watch his eyes close in concentration, and despite his otherwise relaxed facade, you can tell he’s struggling to resist you by the way his eyebrows knit in the middle.

“Fuck me,” you breathe out, one of your hands extending to claw at his withholding forearm.

When your gazes meet, he looks surprisingly spent; eyes glassed-over, mouth ajar, and the slightest hint of sweat glazing his pale forehead. You realize that his domineering act seemed to come at the expense of his stamina: a resource you had slowly replenished in your comfortable position.

“Not— not yet, darling,” he hitches out, but the words appear tender and helpless to your trained ears. “I— I want to enjoy this— enjoy you—”

Your grip on his forearm tightens, making the bucking of his hips stutter. His eyebrow raises at your touch, but before he can shoot you a witty comment, you’re pushing him forward.

It happens within seconds.

Your knees straighten, feet slamming into his abdomen. He coughs at the sudden, unexpected impact, and you take the opportunity to grab tight onto his forearms. He falls backward, and just before his spine hits the soil beneath, you use the momentum to push yourself onto him.

When his eyes flutter open, you’re straddling his waist.

He blinks in brief confusion, surveying his surroundings before the crimson gaze finally turns to you.

He surveys your face, and you let him. The moment is like a silent meditation, heavy breaths intermingling as he takes your raw beauty in; the longing in your eyes, the soft dusting of pink across your nose, and ultimately, the plush of your lips he had ravaged mere moments ago.

Next, he moves to your body. His eyes scan down your taut nipples, down your tummy, and to the softness of your thighs squeezing his midriff to the ground. When he reaches the junction between your bodies, your hips buck as if on instinct.

“My, just how courageous we are,” he purrs under you, hands reaching to rub down the outside of your thighs. “I wouldn’t be so nice about your dirty tricks if I didn’t find this view thoroughly delectable.”

You shiver at his honeyed words, yet your gaze stays determined on him. Your palms go to rest atop his, marveling at the eccentric softness of his knuckles and the polarizing edge of the nails.

“No one ever said this would be a clean game,” you grin playfully, rocking your hips back to feel his hard length against the curve of your ass. When a soft hiss escapes his lips, you feel your ego inflate. “Sound familiar?”

His eyes roll, but the grin creeping onto his lips deceives him immediately.

His head tilts at you, fangs bearing in the soft moonlight. “You’re trouble.”

The mischief of your smile spins into a warm fondness. Your cheeks warm, and your heart swells, but you don’t quite understand why. “Oh how rich that is coming from you.”

And then you’re rising on your knees, hips hovering over his throbbing erection. Your palms connect, digits intertwining with his as you lower yourself onto him.

You test the waters first, letting his tip brush over your slit with feather-like touches. You hum gently at the teasing pleasure, and so does Astarion.

When you feel your tummy tightening with anticipation, you dive in. With a light shimmy, you line your hips with his, and with more desperation than you planned, you slide down.

You both hiss as the head of his cock penetrates you, the stretch making your palm tighten against his. You bend at the knees, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim after such a long, lonesome time.

Finally, you let your hips slam against his. The sudden, harsh movement makes you gasp out into the tantric air as his tip pokes against your womb. The dull pain quickly shifts into a flat, resonant pleasure, and you waste no time.

Your hips begin to buck against his, building a slow, steady rhythm until you’re confidently riding your vampire lover with a self-satisfied smirk on your lips.

Each thrust makes you mewl, moan, and cry out into the night, that pleasant angle of his cock hitting that same spot his fingers did just minutes ago.

His head rolls back into the ground, and with the remnants of his energy, he issues an occasional, quick rut into you. As it’s rare, you decide to savor it. You squeeze around him with the thrusts, and soon, you feel yourself running out of breath.

“I— I could let you do this for—hells— forever,” he hisses out, and suddenly, you feel his hands unclasp from yours and snake around your waist. “Where have you been all these centuries?”

Your upper body is dragged forward, your tits colliding with his toned chest when he pulls you into a tight, possessive embrace.

You gasp at the warmth between you, and your eyebrows soon furrow when you realize the position limits your hip movement. As you’re forced into a pause from your delirious riding, his lips crash onto yours.

Your tongues share a private, slack dance, heads tilting to adjust as you both hum and groan into the fiery kiss. You attempt to rut into him, and soon enough he gets the hint.

Keeping you immobilized against his chest, his hips pound up into you. The first few smacks are scandalously loud, and you revel in the newfound angle.

You’re lost in him, completely and utterly. When he moans, you respond with a hum— when his embrace tightens around you, you kiss him harder.

The familiar, fiery heat in your tummy bubbles up again. You feel it amp up, grow, and send jolts up your spine when suddenly, you’re being pushed up. When your eyes flutter open, you catch his still closed.

His chest stays firm against yours as he positions you upright, letting you straddle his hips as you’re both left sitting in the soft patch of grass and wildflowers.

With your body regaining its mobility, you start grinding against him again. The position allows for a deliciously intimate closeness, his cock burrowing deep into you as you resume riding him.

The pressure within you grows, emerging as a knot— threatening to unravel with every other thrust. Your clit rubs against the base of his groin, amplifying the pleasure into a sensation you’ve long forgotten about.

“A-Astarion—” you mewl out between kisses, and his hot breath tickles your face when he chuckles.

“Cum for me,” he sighs out, and the assertion comes off soft and pleading as it settles into the groves of your heart.

“O-Okay— I… I—”

He tightens his hold on your waist with one hand, as the other moves to cradle your cheek. His touch is unbelievably delicate and affectionate, and out of all the stimulation he had so graciously provided you this night, it’s that soft touch that sends you over the edge.

Your lips connect in one last kiss, and you moan throatily into his mouth. Your hips still, thighs squeezing as your pussy tightens around his cock in a moment of pure bliss. The steadily rising pressure in your belly finally tips over, sending a wave of bliss down your entire being.

Still, he keeps moving. You almost want to scream against him as his hips begin pounding into you again, the soft slaps quickening as he slowly peaks with you.

Withdrawing from the kiss to lean against your neck, he cums. Hard.

Your slowly declining climax seems to slam the gas pedal as you feel him release deep into you, the warmth spreading through your body like a genial embrace, a fact that makes him groan loudly against your mouth. Your breath stills in your throat, before finally releasing into a long, guttural moan— it echoes into the night, and your vision blurs.

White-hot bliss envelops your body, and you melt into Astarion’s for solace. You feel him grip you, caress your face, kiss away your adrenaline-fueled tears, and pant softly against your lips as your pussy spasms again.

Your orgasm envelops you in slow, pulsating waves as it withdraws, and you’re soon left huffing into the vampire’s flaxen locks. You think you hear him speak, but the ringing in your ears is too potent to know for certain.

Then, as the ringing finally retires, you hear him whisper your name. It’s a soft, patient call against the burning skin of your neck, one you commit to memory as you’re finally awarded your senses back— if only partially.

The forest feels exceptionally silent as you fall into his arms. You recognize the soft chirp of crickets in the distance, perhaps a distant hoot of owls, but it all seems to blend into an indecipherable blur as exhaustion floods your system.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, and your mind sinks into the soft, languid thumps of his heart. His hand caresses your back, and you sigh deeply.

You sit there for what feels like hours, drinking each other in. You’ve waited so long, and finally, you’re at ease— it’s a feeling you wish to cherish, and if it wasn’t for the pesky passage of time, you’d choose to stay in this damned forest for eons; with him.

You feel him shift against you. His hands withdraw from your waist, and he whispers softly against you. “Come, my love.”

You hum in disagreement, face burrowing deeper into him. Yes, rosemary and brandy— now it’s clear to you.

He exhales sharply, and you smile into his neck. He waits for a beat, before placing a soft kiss to your temple. “Wait here.”

You nod gently and finally allow him to withdraw. The separation makes you sigh, your body shivering in the newfound cold of the night, but you persevere. In the longing to hold on to the moment for a little longer, you keep your eyes closed and hope he’ll return before you open them again.

You hear him shuffle around, walking from left to right, before finally returning to face you. “Hands up,” he mutters softly, and you do as you’re told in your pleasure-drunken stupor.

You feel him drape something silken over your sweat-slick body, the soft material draping your hips before coming to a stop at your thighs. When you breathe in, you immediately realize it’s not your shirt, so you grin.

When you’re comfortably wrapped up, he leans in. Once you finally sense the familiar warmth of his chest, you lean against his shoulder and breathe in his scent.

You’re surprised he does this for you. Tenderness is not exactly something you’d connect with a man of his past, of his skill. Yet, when his hands move to rest under your knees and back, you don’t resist.

He lifts you off the ground, letting your fatigued frame rest against him. He takes it upon himself to get you back to camp, safe and sound, and only slightly perturbed.

You drink in everything you can, letting yourself be greedy for once. The steadiness of his breath, his warm chest, the crinkling of leaves under his feet— it’s an image you swear to place, no matter what difficulties might threaten to befall you in the future.

And he’s silent up until you reach the campgrounds. The chatter of dinnertime has long died down, and when you open your eyes, you spot the crackling embers of firelight flickering away among a circle of stones. The flames cast a soft, warm light onto the closed tents, and you revel in the intimacy of the moment.

“Everyone met their bedtime while we’ve been naughty sneaking out,” he murmurs with a chuckle, and you close your eyes hurriedly in hopes of feigning slumber. Still, you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face at his brazen comment.

You reach the outskirts and finally spot his tent just below an old, sturdy oak tree. You recall the talks you had out front so many times before, back when your feelings were just sparks of something much stronger and much, much warmer.

He crouches down and with an unsurprising agility climbs into the little shelter with you still in his arms. You lie slack against him, letting his arms lay you gently onto his woolen mat. You melt into the warmth almost immediately, sighing out dreamily when you feel his presence beside you.

It’s silent for a moment, and when your eyes finally flutter open, you catch him staring at you. His gaze is thoughtful but warm, lingering over your form with a certain glimmer.

“I guess it’s official, then,” you sigh out, closing your eyes again and letting a lazy smile drift over your features.

He pauses for a moment, then clears his throat. “What… what is?”

You chuckle softly at his awkward tone, shifting to the side and letting one of your eyes pop open to glance at him.

“My victory,” you state matter-of-factly before quickly shifting to your other side, facing away from him just to let a satisfied grin creep onto your face.

You don’t witness it, but his expression goes from tense, to disconcerted, to irritated in a matter of seconds. His eyes roll, and you suddenly feel a flat slap against your ass.

“Woah there, hey!” you gasp, followed by a cheeky giggle. Your head turns to face him from your comfortable position, and you catch him mirroring your grin.

“Quiet, now,” he commands softly, pivoting to lie beside you. His arm comes over your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Bet’s over, darling. I’m sorry to say, but you’ve not proven yourself capable. Shame, really.”

You blow a raspberry through your smile and shimmy closer to him, your body melting perfectly into his— a fact that has you near to falling asleep.

“Shame indeed. The look on your face was priceless when you ate dirt,” you shrug nonchalantly, “At least that’s the version I’ll be telling everyone come morning.”

He scoffs, the low rumble of it vibrating against your back, but his arm only tightens around you. You feel his face in your hair, breathing in your scent.

“If you do that, I might just have to kill you,” he mutters, but despite the intensity of the words, his voice is soft and loving against your head. His hand drifts to your belly, fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft skin there.

“You would never.”

He’s silent for a beat. Your lips open to build on your clever retort before you feel his sharp exhale on your neck.

“Sleep, darling,” he reprimands, squeezing your midriff gently.

You sigh contentedly, your lips brushing against the pillow as you settle deeper into his embrace. The tent is cocooned in warmth, but you feel the cool kiss of the evening breeze filtering in through the small opening at the entrance. Outside, the campfire crackles faintly, the last embers glowing like distant stars before fading into fine ash.

As you drift closer to sleep, wrapped in the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the world around you blurs into the peaceful haze of near-dreams.

Just as the veil of slumber begins to pull you under, you feel his lips press against your hair, a soft whisper brushing against your skin.

“As long as I'll live, I never could.”

[i2rizz]

Stuck in a storm Pt.1

Summary: You get stuck in a storm with the Blue Lock boys.. how will they react?

Featuring: Isagi,Rin,Bachira,Kunigami,Chigiri

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Yoichi Isagi

•At first, he tries to act calm and logical. He scans the surroundings, pointing out where to find the best shelter. "Over there—it looks like there’s a covered bus stop. Let’s head there before it gets worse."

•He’s the type to immediately offer his jacket even if it means standing in the rain himself. When you insist you don’t need it, he shakes his head. "No, seriously, I’m fine. Just take it. You’ll get sick if you don’t."

•Checks his phone obsessively for weather updates or to see if the storm will pass soon, only to groan when the signal cuts out. "Figures. Of course, the one time I actually need my phone…"

•He’s not used to moments like this and fidgets awkwardly while trying to keep you comfortable.

•When thunder cracks loudly and you flinch, his protective instincts kick in. Without thinking, he grabs your hand, his voice soft and reassuring. "It’s okay, I’m here."

•Later, when he realizes what he’s done, his face heats up, and he stammers out an apology. "Uh, sorry. That wasn’t weird, was it? I just… wanted to make sure you were okay."

•Deep down, though, he’s secretly happy he got to hold your hand, even if it was for a brief moment.

Rin Itoshi

•The moment it starts pouring, Rin groans in frustration. He pulls his hood up but glares at the storm like it personally offended him. "Just my luck," he mutters, his tone icy.

•He doesn’t say much at first, just scanning the area for shelter. When he spots a small abandoned shed nearby, he gestures for you to follow him. "Over there. Let’s go."

•The atmosphere is awkward at first because Rin doesn’t exactly know how to be comforting. Instead, he silently shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders, avoiding eye contact. "Don’t argue. Just take it."

•Stands stiffly by the entrance, crossing his arms and muttering about how inconvenient the storm is. "I could be doing something productive right now."

•You try to lighten the mood by pointing out how pretty the lightning looks, and he gives you a sidelong glance. "It’s just light," he says flatly, but the faintest smirk tugs at his lips when he catches you staring at it in awe.

•When thunder rumbles and you instinctively grab his arm, he freezes but doesn’t pull away. His voice softens slightly. "You don’t have to act scared. It’s just noise."

Meguru Bachira

•When the rain starts, Bachira laughs like it’s the most exciting thing to ever happen. "This is awesome! Free shower, anyone?"

•He doesn’t even bother running at first, instead splashing through puddles like a kid. He turns back to you with a playful grin. "What? You’re gonna stand there and miss all the fun?"

•Eventually, he notices you shivering and drags you under a tree for some shelter, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and accidentally spraying water all over you. "Oops! My bad."

•To keep you distracted from the cold, he starts playing silly games like “Would You Rather” or “I Spy,” but his answers are always bizarre. "Would you rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck?"

•When thunder strikes and you jump, he doesn’t miss a beat. "Woah! Scary stuff, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!" He says it dramatically but ends up clinging to you instead.

•By the end of it, he’s convinced this whole situation is a “romantic adventure” and teases you about it. "See? Told you we’d make the most of this. Now we’ve got a stormy love story to tell everyone."

Rensuke Kunigami

•The responsible one, Kunigami immediately takes charge when the storm starts. "We need to find shelter before this gets worse. Come on, let’s move quickly."

•He keeps a protective arm around your back, guiding you toward the nearest safe spot he can find, which turns out to be an old pavilion.

•Once there, he insists on giving you his jacket, brushing off your protests. "I’ll be fine. You’re the one I’m worried about."

•Always prepared, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you to dry your face. "It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing."

•To keep the mood light, he starts joking about how this feels like the beginning of a survival movie. "Think we’ll have to start rationing snacks soon?"

•When thunder rolls, and you cling to his arm, he chuckles softly but doesn’t say a word, just pulling you closer. His steady presence alone is enough to make you feel safe.

•After the rain lightens up, he looks at you with a gentle smile. "You okay now? Let’s get you somewhere warm."

Hyoma Chigiri

•When the rain starts, Chigiri lets out a dramatic sigh, already annoyed. "Great. Just what I needed today."

•He’s not a fan of running in the rain but picks up the pace slightly to make sure you’re not completely drenched.

•Finds a small overhang and guides you there, pulling you close so you can both share the limited space.

•Starts fussing over his hair, muttering about how it’s going to take forever to fix. "You don’t know how much effort it takes to keep it looking this good."

•Offers you his jacket with a teasing smirk. "But only because you’ll owe me after this. I don’t just hand out my stuff for free, you know."

•When thunder roars and you instinctively grab his arm, he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he smirks and leans closer. "Scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. You’re welcome."

•By the end of it, he’s back to teasing you, calling this the “most dramatic storm adventure ever.” But there’s a warmth in his eyes that shows he secretly enjoyed looking out for you.

[vicolette]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, bullying (affectionate), curse words, not proofread

"Are you cold?"

The match against Real Madrid was over with Kounde's dream goal, securing a win for FC Barcelona with a 3:2 score. You, as one of the media interns and a cousin of Hector, had watched it with the staff and your uncle and aunt, actually enjoying your time.

Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had quite literally screamed when Lamine appeared and the camera zoomed into your face, laughing in front of millions at how absurd his new hairstyle was. His lovely curls were dead – the ones which you have adored ever since he had first debuted.

Gone.

"Sorry for my reaction." You apologized as you tilted your head, being greeted with the sight of him grinning at you, and his bleached blonde hair. As you slightly scowled and sets till inspected his look, you couldn’t help but smile.

"You little rat." Lamine whispered under his breath, shaking his head as he wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you closer, embracing you into a hug. His arms were caving you within him, but you liked it that way.

Even so, as the stadium slowly started to get empty, the noise of the fans began to fade away, yet you could still hear them. His teammates were probably waiting for him to enter the locker room and join their live, but Lamine didn’t move an inch.

A soft kiss was pressed on your forehead, right after you had placed a hand on his chest to push him away and tell him to go. Lamine should celebrate his win, not stay here with you.

Nonetheless, it was what he wanted as he didn’t let go of you, shaking his head as he frowned when he realized what your intention was. Moments like these were rare, when you could simply breathe and bask into each other’s embrace without feeling pressured.

And yet still, you insisted on him going back to his team, while you would go to the staff and continue doing your work.

"Baby, don’t move…" You could sigh as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with a gaze that made him stare for a second, before moving his head to hide his blush. "We have time."

As you parted your lips to speak up, to demand him to go back into the locker room instead of standing in the middle of the tunnel, Lamine turned his head around again and stole a kiss. It was annoying to hear you like this, he had thought, yet it didn’t matter if he could have you like this.

Now, whenever you tried to push him away and tell him to go back, Lamine interrupted you with yet another kiss, enjoying the way you looked like in his arms. At some point, he eventually stopped once you also stopped, reluctantly sighing in defeat.

"But I look good, don’t I?" He muttered into your ear, smirking ear to ear as he saw you fondly smile at him. Exhaustion was starting to build up inside of you, especially from all the traveling, yet you merely caressed his hair as you gazed up at him.

"Mhm. Now that I look at you…" His ego was boosted as Lamine raised his arm and showed his muscles, shrugging his shoulders as if he knew that you would say it. In response, you chuckled at his delusion, lightly slapping his chest.

Even through the thin fabric of his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat as you leaned closer. The peace for once didn’t disturb him, at least if it was spent with you. Adrenaline was still in his body as he tried to catch his breath, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. The moment was perfect, until-

"Get a room, lovebirds!" Alejandro yelled out out of nowhere, making you tense up as you turned your head to face him from across the tunnel. Lamine groaned in frustration, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Shut the hell up!" He screamed back, glaring at his friend when he saw more people pass by. Hector took a picture for blackmail, Pau tried to hide his laughter, Ansu rolled his eyes and Pedri stared at you two up and down before shaking his head.

'Kids these days.' He thought, all while Raphinha was laughing his ass off right behind him.

"Don’t mind them, Y/n." You stared back at Lamine as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, hiding your face while he struggled to comfort you from the agony of being tortured.

A sigh of relief escaped from his lips once everyone else was gone, making him lean against the wall with a hand on your lower back and the other on his phone. Flick had told him to come celebrate, but he didn’t want to.

"You tired, meu amor?" The question made you scoff, shaking your head as you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, wondering if he seriously thought that you would sleep after such an intense night. Lamine must have lost his head,

"As if."

"Hey, I was just asking! Who knows?"

– A/N : hear me OUT. (requested by @redbulldoesntgiveyouwings !!)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi I’ve been thinking about this request for poly!plastics for a while now. So basically everyone knows that Regina gets angry and when she does people just don’t part ways with her. However, y/n is worse especially when she doesn’t get her full sleep which she didn’t get bc Gretchen and Karen were up and loud. (Y/n would never fault them bc she just loves them so much and their quirks). So throughout the school day, everyone has been getting on Y/n nerves like making comments about her girls etc. at lunch time, cady decided to make a “joke” about Karen being dumb, Regina being a bitch, etc and Y/n just explodes. Maybe heavy make out sess or smut after to calm Y/n down.

Slow Boil

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader

(I myself am poly)

|| Warnings: swearing, reader almost punches Cady, reader has an attitude, little make out session at the end but nothing overly detailed or anything

|| Summary: reader doesn't get enough sleep, the next day people get on her nerves and it pushes her to a boiling point where she snaps at Cady for insulting her girls.

Requests open!

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To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You barely got any sleep the night before with Gretchen and Karen being up all night giggling and gossiping. How Regina slept through them... you didn't know, but God you were envious of her sleeping abilities. Though you would never blame or get mad at Gretchen and Karen. You would however be frustrated at yourself for not falling asleep sooner.

The day seemed to drag on. As if seconds were really minutes and minutes were hours. Classes taking too long to complete. In Health & Fitness you just gave up and fell asleep, head rested on your desk with one arm folded around it and other stretched out in front of you. Cady glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.

The bell woke you from your sleep and you groaned, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. At least it was lunch. You'd get to see your girlfriends.

"Sleeping beauty rises." Mr. Carr comments, getting a few laughs from some kids in the back. You roll your eyes at him.

"I bet you thought that was clever. Do everyone a favour and keep your damn puns to yourself." Mr. Carr seemed taken aback by your attitude, usually you didn't have one. You were known for being kind and laid back. Not snappy and agitated. For that reason, he decides to let it go. Not without giving you a small warning lecture first. It certainly didn't make your mood any better.

You left the class, a sharp (sleep filled) glare glossing over your eyes as you walk through the halls. Some conversations catching your attention, people seemed to be talking about your girlfriends a lot lately. The things they were saying weren't always positive and that just did nothing to improve your mood. One voice in particular catches your attention. Cady.

You snapped your head in her direction, seeing her chatting with those art freaks Janis and Damien.

"Honestly, Karen's gotta be the dumbest person I've ever met. When I went to Regina's house Regina told Karen she would help her with her eyebrows and Karen asked if she could still have two." Cady talked, Damien and Janis laughed. You could feel your blood boiling," Speaking of Regina, don't even get me started on her. She is such a bi-"

"The next word out of your mouth better fucking be "bi icon" or I swear to every God that's listening..!" You yelled, taking a step towards Cady who froze in place. Damien and Janis exchanged a look.

"Y-Y/N, I didn't think-" You cut Cady off.

"Clearly! What the hell, Cady?! They've been nothing but nice- well, to your face- and this how you repay them?" You were livid. The news about you fighting with Cady quickly spread throughout the school, eventually reaching your girlfriends who sprang into action. Hoping to stop things before it escalated.

Regina got there first and put herself between you and Cady right as you had been about to strike. You pause the moment you see Regina and your arm falls to your side. Gretchen and Karen link their arms around yours and keep you back while Regina sighs.

"Baby, take a breath for me." Regina says, you ignore her and look at Cady. She snaps her fingers in your face," Don't look at her. Look at me."

You listen. Reluctantly.

"Breathe." Regina urges, hand resting on your shoulder. When that doesn't work she grabs you by your wrist and pulls you to the bathroom, Gretchen and Karen quickly following behind.

Once there, they all turn and face you.

"What was all that about?" Gretchen asks.

"Cady was being a total bitch." You mutter, arms folded across your chest.

"You mean like Cady Heron?" Karen looks confused.

"No, KD Mac and Cheese." You snap, then realize who you just snapped at. Regina narrows her eyes at you. Karen frowned and you relaxed your shoulders.

"I'm sorry... I just- didn't get any sleep last night and my patience has been pushed to the edge today because of it..." You admit in a mumble, hand covering your face as you tilted your head down. You felt bad.

Gretchen took a step towards you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into her side as she moves her hand away from your face. Giving you a deep, soft kiss that you immediately melt into. Hands resting gently around Gretchen to pull her closer. You could feel as your body finally relaxed. Whatever anger you had being washed away.

She broke the kiss and rested her hand to your cheek," Better?"

"I could maybe use a couple more kisses..." You smile sheepishly, looking over at Regina and Karen. Your girlfriends laugh softly and the tension in the room seems to fade.

[vxnuslogy]

— 7:51 p.m. ft. alhaitham

— warnings: none

— author's note: an alhaitham word vomit and this may or may not be related to something i'll be doing in the future hehe.

“excuse me, is this seat taken?” you ask with a nervous smile gracing your lips as alhaitham’s mind swam with different ways of saying yes – when in fact it wasn’t – to try and avoid having to share a table with some stranger. but in the end, when his eyes fell on the book you’re holding, the tight grip on your bag straps, and that desperate glaze your eyes held he ended up relenting. “it’s yours.” he says plainly as you scuffle to sit down. it wasn’t long before another laptop was set on his table, just across from his own.

you were undeniably flustered; your eyes not so discreetly peeking at him, how your pen nearly kept falling from your grasp, not to mention how you kept your lips in a firm line. it wasn’t that hard to come to the conclusion that you may have something for alhaitham, but he made no comment; if he did, it would be akin to opening a pandora’s box. you were quite a chatterbox after all. 

surprisingly though, you had not uttered another word to him after you sat down and let a soft thank you stumble past your lips. after a few glimpses at alhaitham – all of which he caught on to leaving you to hide behind your laptop screen – he himself would take note of the items you had laid on his table. your laptop had multiple stickers of different characters from different franchises; a big coherent mess, he concludes. the notebook that laid on the table held haphazardly written notes, messy scribbles of black and green ink – the same black pen was in your hand being spun around like a rollercoaster – painted the inside of each page, sometimes there were little doodles in the corner. eventually you had taken out a black case with your glasses in them; he had noticed you getting too close to your laptop screen so his assumption of your poor eyesight was correct. but what caught alhaitham’s eyes the most was the annotated book by franz kafka that you had been flipping through all this time.

“letters to milena.” he softly muttered. alhaitham was sure you wouldn’t catch it, but in the blink of an eye, you were staring at him with widened eyes. the moment your eyes met, you ducked your head back behind your laptop screen with a nod. your fingers nimbly flipping to another page that was annotated with a burgundy book tab. “literature assignment. our professor requires us to write an essay about a book of our choosing each semester.” alhaitham hummed in acknowledgement and with that, the conversation ended. 

the two of you stayed in the comforts of the library for another twenty or so minutes before you started to pack up. alhaitham’s eyes followed your movement as you put away your laptop first, then your notebook, and finally your book tucked neatly on your arms as you flashed him a small smile. “i’ll see you around!” you whisper-yell at him with a wave of your hand. alhaitham simply nodded, not even bothering to wave back, but his eyes did follow your figure as you made your way out of the library when you turned your back on him. letting out another sigh, he pocketed the glasses case you had left on the table as he started packing up.

“how troublesome.” he said gruffly. putting on his headphones – putting the music at max volume – and slinging his bag over his shoulder he left the library.

–

“how do you lose a pair of glasses in the span of less than twenty-four hours?” you turn to glare at your friend who was making sure you didn’t trip and fall face-first on the ground. “i swear i’m not this forgetful, okay?!” he just snickered while you groaned, a hand dragged itself down your face as he led you to the art room.  you let out a slight scream when you nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to rack your brain to try and find where you last put your glasses. letting out another frustrated groan while your friend laughed, you sulked your way to the art room.

“there you are!” kaveh, the art club president, exclaimed with what you presumed was a wave. “good morning senior.” your friend greeted the blonde man. to your and his surprise, kaveh had suddenly handed you a black case that looked oddly like the one you were looking for. when you had taken it from his grasp, you let out a small gasp of surprise as you saw your glasses.

“where’d you find them?!” you ask while putting them on, letting out a breath of relief as everything finally started to clear up. “a friend of mine found it in the library.” your brows furrowed in thought. you do remember wearing them in the library yesterday when you were writing your essay. so that means–

both men looked at you in confusion as you started slightly jumping around the room with giggles bubbling from your throat and bursting into tiny little laughters. plopping yourself on the ground, hiding behind the case, you then lay on the cold floor – much to kaveh’s dismay. both of them urged you to not lay on the floor, but you just kicked your feet and giggled, opening the case again and holding it close to your chest.

kaveh just sighed as he urged your friend to start working on a project. “we’ll be back later. try not to go crazy now.” the blonde man said, amusement lacing his voice as he closed the door on you.

a little voice in your head said that it was a logical reason to giggle over.

‘don’t leave your things behind.

– A.’

seems like you’ll be writing another love letter to this particular senior that has won over your heart.

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[oizysian]

X. PUMPKIN

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 2.1k

AN: I’m so sorry I haven’t updated this on here lately. I’m gonna catch up with everything soon!

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"I can't believe I just spent a whole day with Lizzie and Robbie."

"Robbie? That's her husband isn't it?" Claire questioned.

"Mhm."

"How were you able to keep your cool around Lizzie with Robbie there?"

"I just kinda ... zoned out a lot. He's really nice and he made an effort to get to know me, but I can't help but feel guilty when I'm around him."

"Why?"

"Because I'm in love with his wife!" I threw my hands up in frustration, my headset almost falling off my head with the sudden action.

"Y/N, listen," I held my breath as I waited for her to continue speaking. "Don't feel guilty. You can't help it if she likes you."

"Which she doesn't. Not like that."

"Says you. What did Brie say?"

I groaned, the memory of our kisses hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"She thinks she likes me." I mumbled. "But, she likes me too."

"She? She as in Brie?"

"Uh huh. We ... kinda ... kissed."

"You what?!"

"We were drunk and high and she was busting my balls about liking Lizzie so I kissed her to prove I wasn't in love with her."

"And did that work?"

"No."

She sighed and I began to feel even more guilty. Between Robbie and Brie, I was never gonna get any sleep at night.

"What a surprise." Sarcasm dripped from her words. "Why can't you just be honest with yourself - and your friends."

"I'm not being honest with Lizzie. She can't know I have feelings for her. It would make things weird."

"Don't you think she's smart enough to figure it out eventually?"

"I mean, yeah, probably, but by then I'm hoping I'll be over it."

"Doubtful, but good luck with that."

"Thanks so much. You're no damn help."

"Yes I am. You just don't like my advice."

"Okay. What's your advice?"

"Keep hanging out with Lizzie and try to see if she's interested - married or not." She stopped me before I could interject. "If she is, see where it goes. If not, then at least she's your friend."

"I was just gonna skip the first part and just stay friends with her."

"Go ahead and do that, then. But, you're gonna suffer not knowing if there could've been anything between you if you don't test the waters."

I was quiet for a moment, taking in her words and thinking hard about them. She was right, of course she was. But, the risk of losing Lizzie as a friend just to see if we could be more than that, which was nearly an impossibility anyway, outweighed any feelings I had for her. I didn't want to lose her in any capacity. I just had to stop liking her like that.

"I'll think about it. I just ... I really like her. As a friend, even. I don't want to lose her 'cos of some schoolgirl crush."

"You're definitely not crushing. The way you talk about her." She let out a dry chuckle. "You're absolutely in love."

"She doesn't even know me. She'd think I was insane if I told her I had feelings for her. We've only hung out three times."

"Once for like three days though."

"Two days."

"Okay, two days. So, that's a weekend. Plus all the constant texting."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly. This was the worst situation I had ever been in and it was all my own fault.

"Look," I started. "I know you mean well, but I'm just gonna stay friendly with her. If something happens, that's great! But, I won't be making the first move. Or any moves."

"Whatever you feel you should do, I'll support your decision."

"Thanks, bestie. I really appreciate you listening to all my griping."

"That's what I'm here for. Now get your head in the game. I'm tired of reviving you."

"Sorry." I laughed. "I just have a lot on my mind lately."

"I know."

She was interrupted by my phone going off, indicating that I got a text.

"Is it Lizzie?" She asked excitedly and I shrugged to myself.

"Not sure. I'm playing the game, not looking at my phone. Like you told me to."

"Oh my god, just look at your phone. I'm dying from the suspense."

I hid myself in a bush while I checked my phone. It was Lizzie.

"Well?" Claire asked with excitement in her voice.

"Lizzie wants to hang out before she heads back to LA for some business."

"And? Are you gonna see her?"

"Of course I am." I stared at the message for another moment before I felt my controller vibrate, signaling I was being shot at. "Shit."

I put my phone down and got myself back into the game. The intensity of the game provided silence, which gave me ample time to think.

"You didn't see how she looked at him, though." I said quietly. "She looked at him with stars in her eyes."

"And what about you? How do you look at her?"

I was silent. I knew how I looked at her, it had been pointed out to me few times already. But, what did that matter? She only had eyes for him.

"I look at her like she's the only beautiful thing in the world."

"Exactly, you mush."

"But, she doesn't look at me like that."

"Maybe she does and you haven't noticed."

"Maybe." I whispered to myself, my eyes flickering to my phone as it went off again.

I'm outside.

"Shit, I gotta go, Claire."

"But, there's only two teams left! We gotta finish this game!"

I hesitated for a moment before relenting.

"Damn, okay, let's kill them quickly, then."

We continued to play, my mind on the blonde outside my apartment rather than the game I was in. She was waiting for me and I was playing some stupid game.

I rushed into the battlefield, shooting indiscriminately to try and end the game quickly. I killed absolutely no one and got myself downed, which left Claire alone to win the game.

I picked up my phone and started texting Lizzie, telling her I was being held up and I'd be out in a moment.

Claire was able to clutch the game and we won, but I still was in another world.

"Go get your girl. You're not here with me anyway." She laughed and I sighed apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm going. I'll talk to you later."

I shut my game and tossed my headphones on the bed before rushing to the door, slipping my shoes on and practically running out to meet her. Brie was right, I was down bad.

As I approached her car, she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. Her smile was damn infectious and I was happy to catch it.

I opened the passenger door and got in, closing it swiftly and buckling up.

"So what was so important that you kept me waiting fifteen minutes?" She asked playfully, a mock angry look on her face.

I laughed and raised my hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was in a game when you messaged me. I had to finish what I started."

"Mhm." She grumbled, a small smile still lingering on her face as she started to drive.

I leaned back in the seat as we fell into a comfortable silence, the soft music coming from the radio all but ignored as we took in each other's presence. 

"Where are we going?" I asked after a few moments, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"I was wondering when you were gonna ask." She giggled, her eyes shifting from the road to me and then back again. "We're going someplace yummy."

"McDonald's?" I asked excitedly.

"Yummier." She laughed, shaking her head.

"What could be yummier than McDonald's?"

"Absolutely anything. Wendy's for example."

"Oof. She's got superior burgers, but McDonald's fries all the way."

"Fair enough. But no, we're not getting fast food."

"Bummer."

"Hush." She said as she lightly smacked my thigh with her right hand. "You'll love it."

"Oh," I whimpered pathetically, holding my leg. "The pain."

"Aw, poor baby." She teased. "Here," she kissed her hand and placed it on my leg, and my heart fluttered. "All better."

"All better." I repeated, dazed from her actions, and currently riding a high from her touch.

She left her hand there for a moment longer than she probably should have before giving me a pat and returning her hand to the steering wheel.

"Do I get a hint?"

"You already got a hint!" She laughed.

"Yummier than McDonald's is not a hint."

"Well, that's all you're getting."

I huffed playfully and sunk into the seat, noting how damn comfortable it was.

"I could fall asleep in this seat." I told her, closing my eyes briefly before opening them again and looking at her.

She had been staring at me as we were stopped at a red light. A faint blush crossed her cheeks and she had a small smile on her lips. How long was she looking at me?

"It's green." I whispered and she snapped out of her stupor, returning her focus and attention to the road.

I smiled to myself, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could be looking at me the way she looked at Robbie. Maybe I could be someone special to her.

We drove for a while longer before she pulled up in front of a small ice cream shop somewhere in the city.

"Ice cream!" I cheered as I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I looked at the signs on the windows, my face dropping when I saw the seasonal flavors. "Oh no, pumpkin."

"Oh yes, pumpkin." She smirked as she stood next to me. "You're gonna love it."

"Can I get a different flavor and taste yours?"

She thought for a second before nodding, playfully nudging me.

"Of course, silly. What flavor would you like?" She asked as we entered.

"Chocolate." I hummed softly. "Chocolate sounds so good right now."

"Pumpkin sounds even better."

"Absolutely not." I laughed.

We walked up to the counter and she ordered for us, which I was grateful for, and as I was about to pull out my wallet, she beat me to it and paid with her card.

"My treat."

"Lizzie." I whined and she smiled at me. "You can't keep spoiling me like this."

"Says you."

We got our cones and sat down in a booth hidden away in a corner. She sat facing away from the door and I sat across from her.

"This is so good." I spoke as I ate, chocolate undoubtedly getting all over the place.

"I see that." She laughed softly, offering me her cone. "Just try it. One lick."

I looked from her to the cone, wincing as I remembered I promised to try it.

"Stick out your tongue ..." she said as she raised it up to my lips.

Without a second thought, I did what I was told, taking a generous amount of ice cream onto my tongue.

"Good girl."

I would've choked if I hadn't already swallowed the mildly repulsive treat. She smiled widely as my face went from disgust to indifference, taking that as a win.

"I've tasted worse things."

"I told you."

"No. You told me it was good. I didn't say it was good."

"Oh, c'mon." She laughed and I laughed with her.

"It's okay. Chocolate is definitely better."

"Lemme taste yours."

I took another lick of my ice cream to get the pumpkin off my tongue before holding the cone out to her, watching as she kept eye contact with me as she licked delicately at my ice cream.

Jesus shit fuck -

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" I snapped out of my daze and returned my attention to her, an amused smile on her face. "You okay?"

"I'm great." I smiled back, realizing that if she wanted to play that game, even just in a friendly way, we could play that game.

I reached across the table and ran my thumb along her lower lip, wiping the remains of my ice cream off of her mouth.

She sat, dazed, mouth slightly agape as I wiped off my finger with a napkin, holding back every urge in my body to stick it in my mouth and suck it clean.

When she snapped out of her daze, she picked up a napkin, leaned across the table, and started wiping my entire face.

"Hey!" I cried, laughing at her actions. "I'm not that dirty!"

"That's what you think." She giggled, finally bringing the napkin to my mouth and wiping it clean. "There. Now you're all clean."

"Thank you, mom." I started eating my ice cream again, careful to keep myself spotless.

She hummed as she ate her ice cream, and we sat in, yet another, comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Maybe Claire was right. Maybe there could be something between us. Or this was just harmless, friendly flirting. There was only one way to find out, whether I liked it or not.

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Helloooo! Can I request a Leo x gn!reader (can be male if you'd like)

I'd love a good established relationship but also rivals as lovers. My s/i is a child of Hecate and I've always imagined that as fascinated as he'd be, him and reader would be in a constant competition of like mechanics vs. magic, which can do it better.

HELP also side headcanon I think reader would tease him for being short when they're losing one of their little competitions because I'm taller than him (I'm likr 6' he's like 5'6) and I think it would be hilarious to tease him.. in a nice way tho!

Anyway tysmmmmm I'm crying screaming sobbing Thank you I love reading your fics 😭😭😭

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Trope: Rivals to AND Lovers |Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x gn!Reader | Art Creds: @/chakichakiman on tumblr | Word Count: 2417

Whenever the two of you returned to camp, the rest of the campers knew to stay out of your guys’ way. For the two to three days you stayed there, there was a constant war, a fire that just didn’t seem to burn out. It was so intense, that it made even the usually laid-back campers wary. Some of them thought you two were actual enemies and hated each other's guts. Enough to think your hatred extended to the pits of Tartarus itself. But as time passed, the campers began to realize something: it wasn’t hatred at all. Quite the opposite. It was your love language.

The Hephaestus kids would cheer Leo on with enthusiasm, some even choosing to cheer for you and getting called traitors by Leo in the end. Campers from all cabins quickly learned: you and Leo’s rivalry wasn’t just a battle—it was a spectacle.

Today? Today was the grand finale. It was no longer just about the pride of being the best. It was about testing yourselves, testing your bond in front of the entire camp. Days before you had asked your boyfriend–Leo– to a battle (a never-ending one at that.) You two had been consistently trying to one-up the other, show each other that Magic–or inventing– was just as good as the other. They initially started with an intense seriousness but eventually fizzled out into a way to bond once the two of you started dating. It was your ultimate challenge: a music box. Not just any music box, but one that had to represent your creative strengths. The problem? You were way out of your element.

You sat slumped over your desk in the Hecate cabin, frustration building up. Why was it so hard? Magic should be easy, right? You muttered to yourself and threw a half-baked potion out the window, wincing as you heard a groan of pain come from outside shortly after. Yelling out a quick ‘sorry!’, your shoulders sagged. You let out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto your bed, curling up with the crochet Festus Leo had commissioned from an Athena kid for you.

The magic just wasn’t working. You’d tried everything—from enchanted metals to potions to magic-infused spells. But nothing was going right. You needed a solution, fast. You’d even tried asking Annabeth earlier in the week for ideas. You thought she could help, being the strategic mastermind she was, but her response hadn’t exactly been what you expected.

"Annabeth, you’re a genius with plans, right? Got any ideas for magic-infused parts for my music box?" you had asked, your voice tinged with desperation. You stood (more like groveled) where you had managed to catch her, at Arts and Crafts of all places.

Her eyebrow arched. "You do realize I’m the last person to come to about magic, right?"

"But you know people who know things! Like—maybe a Hephaestus kid or—" You were interrupted by a kid presenting their macaroni abomination to her, she praised it then turned her attention back to you.

"Try Rachel," Annabeth suggested flatly, "She’s the one with the insight and the artsy thing going on. Not me." You could say she was trying to be nice, especially with the way you practically got to your knees in desperation.

Right! You had forgotten that Rachel was here. She hardly was aside from when she delivered prophecies. She usually stayed with her very rich, and decent-looking father.

You had approached Rachel with a bit more hope, but her response had been as underwhelming as Annabeth's: a polite nod followed by an awkward look as she handed you a much too-enthusiastic "Good luck!"

Now, here you were, hours before the competition was about to start, and you were stuck with a pile of half-finished magic-infused parts that weren’t working at all. Magic potions? Fizzling. Enchanted metals? Not behaving. In the end, your solution—like any sensible demigod in a pinch—was to rely on the Mist.

Standing at your desk, you muttered an incantation under your breath and tried to twist the Mist in order to ensure that Leo and everyone else would see something other than your current disaster of a music box. You focused harder, willing the Mist to distract anyone. This had to work.

And then… it didn’t.

"Uh, I’m pretty sure I can see through the Mist, you know," Rachel’s voice cut through the tension, amusement thick in her tone. "You’re not fooling anyone."

You froze, eyes wide, as you scrambled to cover your project, but it was already too late. Rachel had walked right into your trap, her sharp eyes scanning over your half-baked attempt. She shot you a sympathetic glance and patted you lightly on the shoulder. "Maybe just stick to magic next time? No need to cheat." She retrieved a few art supplies she had leant Lou.

You didn’t have the heart to argue. What was left to say?

"Great. Just great," you muttered to yourself. "I’m definitely going to lose this one."

The challenge began a few hours later, and as usual, the entire camp filed in, surrounding the area in front of the Big House. Even Chiron looked slightly amused. Leo stood confidently in front of the crowd, giving his final tweaks to his music box—a mechanical masterpiece that gleamed under the sunlight. The soft whirring of gears and the steady tune it produced were perfect. The Hephaestus kids cheered, whistling and clapping.

You could practically feel the weight of their expectations. It wasn’t just Leo’s music box that had to be flawless—it was your magic, too. You had to show them that you were more than just a witch with fancy spells. You had to prove that you could be just as impressive as Leo. The pressure was building up and the sweat beading on your forehead didn’t help.

Your turn came, and you approached the podium with your music box in hand. The whole camp seemed to lean in as if they could sense the tension hanging thick in the air. You took a deep breath, steadying your trembling hands as you placed the box before you.

You activated the spell. Magic swirled, light flickered—but the tune? Nothing.

The camp held its breath. Silence rang out like a slap in the face.

You could feel Leo’s eyes on you, the smugness in his expression evident even from the corner of your eye. "Everything okay?" His voice rang out like a challenge, teasing but soft enough for only you to hear.

You forced a tight smile, trying to cover the panic in your chest. "Just... testing it out. Magic takes time." You turned the music box in your hands, pretending to adjust something. To find something you weren’t even sure you were looking for.

The silence felt like it was going on for too long. Campers shot you looks—some sympathetic, others ready to receive their money from placing bets on who would win. You could feel Leo’s gaze burning into the back of your neck, practically tasting his victory.

Then, as if the universe had a sick sense of humor, your music box sputtered to life in the most horrifying way. It wasn’t a sweet tune. No, it was a screeching, wrenching noise like a cat stuck in a dryer. The enchanted gears rattled and shook as if they were trying to escape from the agony that was existing, and then, just as quickly, a burst of sparkles shot from the sides, shaking fervently.

Your eyes widened, and before you could register, Leo shouted out for you to throw it. You did, you hauled it into the air using a boost of magic to propel it. Instead of what was supposed to be a magic music box, It ended up exploding and shooting into what resembled a million shooting stars. You heard a few gasps and some ‘wow’s.

The camp watched in stunned silence as your music box exploded into a shower of sparkles. The brilliant bursts of light shot into the air, scattering in all directions like a constellation gone rogue. Some campers gasped, others laughed in awe, and a few exchanged confused glances, unsure of whether to be impressed or concerned. You could feel every eye on you, every moment of awkwardness seeping through the ground beneath your feet.

Leo, of course, wasn’t fazed by it in the slightest. He had a way of taking everything in stride, especially when it involved you. As the final sparkles settled into the air, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, that’s… that was amazing," Leo said, his voice laced with both amusement and a hint of something else—maybe respect, but above all, awe.

You looked down at the remains of your music box, the pieces scattered in a chaotic pattern across the field. The failure was so spectacular that it almost felt... impressive in its own right.

"Yeah, uh, definitely not what I had in mind," you muttered, running a hand through your hair, trying to keep the heat from rising to your face.

Meanwhile, Leo’s own music box, the one he’d been tweaking obsessively all day, sat pristine and flawless, playing its perfect, sweet melody. The sound seemed to mock you, ringing in the background as if it had been orchestrated just to remind you of your defeat.

Despite the beauty that was your constellation/firework, it wasn’t what was to be completed. Evil won again and so Leo was declared the winner.

The Hephaestus kids in the crowd gave Leo a round of applause, their cheers echoing across the clearing. Some were nodding approvingly, others with wide grins. You couldn’t help but shoot Leo an exasperated glance, wishing you could pull out something else from your sleeve. Anything to save face.

"Nice job, Leo," you said, voice dripping with feigned sincerity, trying to hide the frustration behind it. "You really… nailed it."

Leo’s smug grin widened, and he walked over, stretching out a hand as if he’d just won a world championship. "I know, right?" he teased, his eyes gleaming. "I’m a genius."

You rolled your eyes. "And here I thought you were the humble type."

"Humility isn’t really my thing," Leo replied with a wink, but then he paused, giving you a thoughtful look. "But hey, I gotta admit, your music box… Well, it wasn’t exactly a failure. I mean, it did explode into a thousand little sparkles. That’s got to count for something, right?" He chuckled, clearly amused.

You shot him a glare, but beneath it, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something else—maybe pride? Your heart tightened as you realized that even though your creation was a complete disaster, it was still yours. It wasn’t perfect, but it had its own charm.

You crossed your arms, leaning in slightly toward him. "Yeah, well, maybe I’ll let you have this one. But seriously, Leo," you said, pointing a finger in his direction, "you’re way too confident for someone the size of a garden gnome."

Leo stopped mid-laugh, his eyes widening comically. He blinked, clearly processing what you’d just said. The amusement didn’t leave his face, though. In fact, he leaned in a little, crossing his arms as well, mirroring your stance.

"Garden gnome?" Leo repeated, his voice playful but with a hint of challenge. "Well, I’ll have you know, I’m not that short."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I’m pretty sure that if we stood any closer to each other, I’d have to look down to see you."

Leo’s grin grew wider, and he chuckled in response, the sound as contagious as ever. "Keep talking, shorty. You’re not exactly a towering giant yourself." He motioned toward you with a hand that mimicked your supposed height, giving you a playful smirk. Despite the fact that you were very well towering over him.

Your eyes narrowed, but a grin tugged at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. "Alright, alright," you said with a huff, "Says the person who needs to stand on their tiptoes to reach the top shelf."

Leo laughed at that, his voice almost ringing with triumph. "I can’t help it if I’m just perfectly proportioned." He leaned back, mockingly stretching his arms wide as though to show off his nonexistent height.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. "Perfectly proportioned, huh? More like perfectly delusional."

Leo only laughed harder, and for a moment, the entire competition, the stress, and the rivalry felt like it was just background noise. Even though you’d lost, and even though the entire camp had watched your music box explode in a spectacular display, you couldn’t help but feel… Well, you couldn't help but feel like you’d won something, too.

Despite Leo’s teasing, there was this warmth between you two, this undeniable connection that had come from all those ridiculous competitions, all the insults, and the playful arguments. You might not have won the battle, but Leo's unwillingness to back down and his constant teasing had somehow become a form of support—one that didn’t involve telling you to give up or settle.

"Next time, I’ll win," you said with a determined gleam in your eyes, squaring your shoulders as if preparing for another round.

Leo shook his head with mock pity. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, but I’ll be ready when it happens." He grinned, his voice dripping with sarcasm but also affection. "After all, we both know I’m the best."

You shot him a look that could kill, but deep down, you couldn't help but admire his more recent- genuine, confidence. And maybe, just maybe, you’d keep coming back for more.

As Leo gave you one last teasing wink, you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. It was just like him to turn something so frustrating into something that made you want to laugh instead of throw a potion at his face.

The crowd around you began to disperse, the campers chatting and laughing about the spectacle they’d just witnessed. You and Leo exchanged one last look before you both turned to walk off, your competitive rivalry continuing—but now with an unspoken understanding.

"Next time, you’re going down," you muttered under your breath, but Leo, with his never-ending grin, caught up to you and bumped your shoulder with his.

You walked off towards the Dining Pavilion.

"I’ll be waiting," he said with a laugh as if he knew you’d never truly give up. And he was right.

You never would.

[mayashesfly]

Some thoughts I have about the differences of my Forgotten Radio AU and Canon. (Mostly focused on Vox since he's my favorite character despite this being a SilentStatic AU. Unfortunately I'm not well-versed at writing Alastor's character even if I wanted to :')

After calming down Valentino's tantrum just like in Canon, Val tried to rile up Vox by mentioning Alastor. However, since Vox has already wiped his memories and added some… preventive measures, he merely dismissed Val's comments.

But because the Princess of Hell was involved, Vox still brought more spy drones onto the Hazbin Hotel to monitor the happenings there in addition to the drone Valentino already sent in to inform him.

They didn't bring Sir Pentious or someone else to spy on the Hazbin Hotel for them because of this.

Sir Pentious takes some time recuperating after being Team Rocketed by Alastor before he'll eventually strike again on the hotel again.

Ever since Alastor's return and seeing the remnants of his partnership with Vox first things first since he returned (The Radio sHack in the Pilot), he was bidding his time for Vox to get wind of his return and react explosively in some way for his entertainment and to take advantage of.

However Vox didn't do anything of the sorts. Unlike how he would've reacted otherwise if he still retained his memories.

When Alastor caught sight of the painfully obvious Vox drones around the hotel, he purposefully posed in front of them a few times, hoping to finally gloat out the tv-headed demon from his hiding. Much to his growing annoyance and confusion though, nothing happened as the drones flew passed him due to the corrupting footage in order to clearly see what else was happening in the hotel.

He did this for a few times a day in slowly increasing frequency for the entire week before Sir Pentious attacked the hotel again and proceeded to get fucked over for ruining Alastor's coat. Alastor barely letting the poor demon alive thanks to Charlie's pleas.

Vox and Velvette discussed to one another who should be the one to attend the Overlord meeting. Valentino is forever banned from attending any of these things after a particular incident that the Vees would rather not repeat again.

It took some back and forth between the two of them before they agreed on Vox going to the meeting. But the only reason Vox's head wasn't ripped out like the torn up models Valentino so gracefully provided her is because she has a big fashion show incoming and those fucking models aren't going to dress themselves.

"Seriously Vox are you sure you don't have anything better to do? Like that bullshit Angelic Security of yours?" "Carmilla would be there. Which is all the more reason for me to go there myself" "Just don't forget the plan you flat-faced fuck, who knows what would happen if we screw this up?" "Well someone else could get screwed instead~"

Groan

"Shut up Valentino! I'm being serious!" "Who says I wasn't being serious too, Velvette~?"

"GUYS"

"You have nothing to worry about. I have this all handled, just trust me alright?" "Well you better keep your words Vox, cuz I have a show to run and no time for a shitshow to fix" "That's my boy~"

After Alastor's wonderful talk with Zestial, he finally meets Vox again outside of the meeting room. Being on time for the meeting unlike Velvette.

Vox introduced himself to Alastor, thinking he was a new Overlord because he never saw him before. Much to Alastor's slowly growing frustration and realization.

Thankfully, Rosie took note of Alastor's presence and promptly lead him away from Vox before he tore out the other's head before the meeting started. Being able to catch up with him and tell him to visit her in Cannibal Town sometime.

Upon taking his seat besides Rosie, Alastor makes a comment about his reappearance, hoping that it would distract him from whatever the fuck Vox was on. Unfortunately, just like in canon, Carmilla does not give a shit. Causing Alastor to steam in his frustration.

While whispering quietly, Rosie admits to Alastor that she doesn't exactly know what happened to Vox. But three years into his absence, something about Vox has changed when he was suddenly more active after three years of mostly being inactive.

It only makes Alastor's head swim in confusion and possibilities of what might've happened.

Unlike Velvette who instantly hijacked the meeting upon entering, Vox waited for the perfect opportunity to present the information he had about the Angel's death. He first showed the scene of the crime on the screen Carmilla was using in her presentation before bringing out the literal Angel's head once he was questioned about the credibility of his source.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't bring the entire body with me. But surely this is enough evidence to show you that what that screen is showing isn't faked?"

Alastor became curious and impressed by such information. It was a rather valuable information he could use for himself after all... Perhaps finally having something for the Princess...

Though it didn't completely ease the discomfort he had from Vox's strange behavior. Vox was barely glancing his way, if at all, during the entire meeting when used to feel those stolen glances from him, even after their partnership ended and he had teamed up with that disgusting pompous moth instead.

His gaze never failed to land on him one way or another before.

Unlike now.

Vox still pitches a similar idea to Velvette with a bit more professionalism, noticing the odd reaction Carmilla had upon seeing the golden blood stain the table. But saying nothing of it as a musical number rolled around.

The complete details and differences between this AU and Canon's Overlord Meeting eludes me since there's a lot of character dynamics at play. But the meeting does end up much shorter than usual as Vox tries to casually take his leave, if not a bit annoyed by the words thrown his way.

That was the very first time Alastor saw Vox fight someone else for once. Except for him.

But regardless of his feelings on the matter, he has a sneaking suspicion that Carmilla may know something even when Vox said nothing of the sorts.

Without Sir Pentious and thus the Egg Boiz in the picture, Alastor couldn't easily eavesdrop on Carmilla and Zestial without possibly outing himself as the eavesdropper.

And unfortunately for him, he couldn't hide in his shadows in Carmilla's office to hear the information straight from the Overlord's mouth.

Vox never said his suspicions about Carmilla's involvement during the meeting, however he did say it to the other Vees about his findings and suspicions. Perhaps that private meeting with Carmilla would yield more results than just for Angelic Securities after all.

Time passed and Alastor was utterly bored. There wasn't as much development between his thralls and Angel Dust's relationship ever since he joined the hotel. They have already tried "trust falls" and "show and tell with the group" and whatever else nonsense the Princess had thought about. But nothing of interesting was happening.

He never caught wind of the TV demon as well besides his usual drivel despite seeing the bumbling drones around the hotel.

It was strange, knowing that his rival didn't give him any mind unlike before. And it was just making him inch for a bloodcurdling fight to ease his boredom.

It was only during a traumatic experience in the middle of a turf war did his thralls and Angel Dust bond.

Much to Sir Pentious' misfortune, he just had to attack the hotel while Alastor was in a bad mood about Vox, the dear Princess nowhere in sight.

And well…. he still very clearly remembers Sir Pentious now after he ruined his best coat.

[serotonins-stuff]

☁︎ 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ~𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 . • °

Sypnosis: During the last day of the jujutsu training camp, Gojo can't help but admit that you've snatched his heart. • ° • .• ☁︎

Featuring: Gojo Satoru. . • ° • .•°

Warnings: Just kisses and fluff ♡︎

•••

It was a typical training camp for the students at Jujutsu High. You and Gojo were the assigned guardians for this trip and frankly, you weren't fond of the idea.

You have never been fond of Satoru ever since the first day you met him, and the idea of having to see him every day irritated you. Yet, this camp showed you a side of him you never thought you'd see. The softer fatherly side that cared deeply for his students, the side that gets giddy from the smell of his favorite food. Little things like that reminded you that he had feelings just like you.

Eventually, you started to soften up when it came to him. Your stomach would fill with butterflies whenever your name would drip from his lips like honey or whenever he passed you a cheeky grin.

You sat next to the bonfire near the beach. Smiling to yourself as you watched your students run and splash around the waves, their shouts of joy echoing off into the nearby buildings.

You were so focused on them that you weren't aware of the presence nearby, so when a rich voice spoke up next to you it caused you to flinch violently. Your butt came into contact with the sand below and you could hear Gojo cackling above you.

"Don't go falling for me already" he teased, reaching his hand to you, offering to help you up as his blue eyes stared you down.

Once you were on your feet you delivered a punch to his arm and he yelped in surprise.

"Is that the thanks I get?" He pouted.

"You're the reason I fell in the first place" you deadpanned, dusting off the sand that was on your backside.

"Need some help?" He asked cheekily when he saw your hand moving back and forth against your butt.

You rolled your eyes at the question"You can help by toasting me a marshmallow, and not saying a word".

He let out a hum and walked towards the fire. Stick in hand and marshmallows in the other.

"Don't you wanna take a walk?" he questioned, his focus still on the flame before him. "It wouldn't hurt to enjoy the last day right?"

"That's the first thing you've said this whole trip that makes sense" you praised, swiftly catching the roasted marshmallow stick he threw your direction.

"Finally something we can agree on" he stood up and started walking with you following closely behind him. He strolled to a more peaceful part of the beach, far away from Itadoris eavesdropping.

The stars scattered in the sky were beautiful, particularly their natural glow which illuminated the ripples of the sea.

You were so focused on the beautiful view that you didn't realize that Satoru had stopped completely and you bumped into him.

"Hey, what-" you protested but he cut you off by hooking an arm around your shoulder and pointing to a random spot in the ocean. Your heart jumped at the sudden touch of his fingers on your skin and the warm tinge of his breath against your cheek. Yet he was so immersed in whatever it was he was trying to show you that he didn't realize the effect he had on you just with the touch of his fingertips.

"I can't see that far" you whispered, squinting your eyes in an attempt to get a better look but you still couldn't see what he was seeing.

He groaned in frustration and realized that you didn't have the same amazing eyes that he did, so he would have to find another way for you to see.

He looked around and spotted a cliff, one that was small but would have to do for now. Suddenly, he lifted you piggyback style and jogged towards it.

You were getting dizzy. Not from the running but from the subtle touch of his hand steadying your thigh. From the feeling of his toned back against your chest. You were too flustered to even protest so you let him carry you past the sand and up the hill.

He wasn't even panting when he got to the top. Instead, a smile was painted on his face and once again your stomach did backflips.

He put you down gently and pointed towards the deep part of the ocean.

"I still can't-" you paused, your breath being caught in your throat from the beautiful sight. There it was, a big blue whale launching itself above the water, the droplets cascading around its form before it plundered back into the ocean. The ripple effect of its presence immediately being masked by the waves of the blue, making it seem like nothing had ever happened.

"It's beautiful Satoru," you said in awe, your eyes still focused on the exact spot.

"Thank you for showing me this-" you said genuinely, a feeling of surprise washing over you when you look at the man beside you.

Instead of his eyes being focused on the beautiful sight in front of him, they were focused on you.

"Were you looking at me this whole time?" You asked bashfully, your arms stiffening by your sides.

"And what if I was?" He retorted cheekily.

"Then it would mean you're stupid for ignoring something so beautiful, what if you never get to see something like that happen again?"

He shot you one of his signature smiles, one that had goosebumps trickling your skin.

"You have a beautiful smile y/n," he said softly "One that I can't seem to stop admiring."

Your heart did a backflip, and your knees buckled slightly from his words.

"Woah" he chuckled before placing his hands on your hips to keep you steady.

"Just caught me off guard that's all" you shrugged, avoiding eye contact with the man whose chest was literally against yours. The man whose hands were caressing you ever so gently.

You were embarrassed, to say the least, never in your life have you reacted that way to one of Satoru's comments so why today?

"Y/n" he called out to you but you just hummed a response.

"Look at me," he said softly, and your shoulders stiffened. Slowly you turned your head and once again your eyes met his blue ones.

His palm crept up your arm, to your neck, and stopped at your cheek. You've never really noticed the way Satoru would look at you until this very moment. His gaze was always so warm when it came to you, and now you wondered why.

"I think I'm ready to admit that I've fallen for you." He stated, paying close attention to your face for any expression. "I've fallen for you and I can't get up"

Were you supposed to tell him that truth? That you've also been head over heels for as long as you could remember?

"Well that's too bad" you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck with a smile on your face "Cause I fell first"

He leaned his head down slowly until his lips were just brushing yours. He was waiting for you to close that gap on your own, and when you did it felt like time had ceased to exist.

It was everything you wanted it to be passionate. It felt like no one else existed on the planet but you and him.

His lips parted against yours, and you swiped his lower lip with your tongue, earning a small gasp from him in return. Your fingers were entangled with his white locks, softly pulling on them occasionally to deepen the kiss.

Then as if on cue, a whale bellowed somewhere on the surface of the deep blue, catching your attention and softly you pulled away from the kiss and closed your eyes against Satorus's chest. He did the same, resting his chin on top of your head and savoring the moment.

"This is perfect" you whispered and he hummed in agreement before.

"Yes, yes it is"

𝒆𝒏𝒅

•••••

A/n

I know I've been gone for a bit but I'm back now :)

[ash5monster01]

Goes On Chapter Five

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

word count: 2.1k

Four ←→ Six

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Ridge Academy, NY

1/28/60

“Bullshit” a voice mutters behind Evelyn in the hall. Normally over the bustling of other students the word would have never been heard but Evelyn picks up on it instantly, turning to find a flustered Charlie Dalton stomping down the hallway.

“Charlie, wait up!” she calls out and does not miss the way his shoulders lift up and down with a heavy sigh. She has no intentions of annoying him further but clearly she can’t help but figure out why he’s annoyed in the first place.

“I’m not really in the mood Ev” he mutters once she catches up to his side, yet based on the way he slows down so she doesn’t have to struggle to keep up with him says otherwise.

“I’m just worried, I’ve never seen you so frustrated before” Evelyn says with a heavy sincerity and Charlie sighs again before softening his eyes and looking at the girl.

“The dean called me down to the office today. Says I need to have at least two clubs or sports and since I’m so late in joining all they had left was pole vaulting and planning committee” his words shock Evelyn just slightly and Charlie seems just as annoyed as before now reminding himself of the situation.

“Well look at the bright side. You said you did rowing at your last school which means you have strong arms. Pole vaulting should be a breeze” then Evelyn surprises Charlie by reaching for his bicep and giving it a firm squeeze. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them how her hand could barely curl around the size of it. “See strong”

“I’m just not in the mood for a team sport” Charlie says, trying to brush away the feeling of Evelyn’s fingers on him.

“Don’t think of it as a team. I mean technically you’re doing the event by yourself. As for planning committee at least you’ll have me” and Evelyn’s words have him stopping in his tracks.

“You’re on planning committee?” this was worse, so much worse than Charlie had imagined. He already struggled to keep himself away from Evelyn and now he just had to see her all the time and try to stay away.

“Yes sir, actually the head of the committee. I’m kinda a control freak but at least I put it to good use” Evelyn says with a confident grin and Charlie struggles to not smile at her. She surprised him every single day.

“So now you get to boss me around, yeah this definitely isn’t going to work” he says starting to walk down the hallway again and Evelyn rolls her eyes, grabbing his arm again and pulling him back into step with her.

“I’m not going to boss you around, we just get to plans things together” she tells him with the shrug of her shoulders and Charlie nods before glancing at her.

“What kind of things?” he asks and Evelyn smiles a wide grin.

“Well for starters, this week we get to start planning the Valentines dance” Evelyn says and doesn’t expect the groan that reverberates from the boy beside her.

“Doll you are not helping this at all, red and pink candy hearts, teenage kids fawning over each other. I’ll pass” and as much as Evelyn wants to take offense to his words she can’t help by feel her body buzz over the name he just called her.

“I promise it won’t be bad, I’ll make it bearable even. Then next year I’ll remember to remind you when sign ups are for stuff you actually want to do” and Charlie’s exterior completely softens at the sweet words of the girl who is being completely genuine in wanting to help him.

“Thanks Ev, and I promise I won’t be a burden. I’m just still trying to get used to this whole new school thing” he tells her, a large hand coming to squeeze her shoulder and Evelyn can only grin.

“So you’ll plan the dance with me?” she asks with wide and hopeful eyes and Charlie can only sigh before caving.

“Yes, I’ll help you plan the dance” he agrees which has Evelyn squealing from excitement.

“I can’t wait, we’re meeting tonight at 6. See you then!” and just like that she’s pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and scurrying down the hallway in excitement. Charlie just stands there, a bit shocked, and a red hue covering his face. Evelyn kissed him like she had done it thousands of times before when in actuality she never had.

“Careful there, gonna ruin your book” Marty says to Nate as they both witness this interaction in the hallway. Nate’s knuckles are white over the spine of his Biology textbook as he sees the girl he loves kiss Charlie on the cheek.

“I don’t care” Nate grumbles, annoyed and heartbroken. Mainly disappointed in himself for not taking his chance when he should have.

“Well you should, no use taking it out on the book when you can just go and get the girl” Marty says, confused why Nate never did make a move. It was easier for Marty though. He had never been rejected and also had been with Violet for the entirety of High School.

“It’s not that simple” Nate grumbles and Marty just chuckles.

“Whatever man, it just looks to me like you have to make a choice because you can’t be mad at her when you never tried” and Nate hates how right he is because it truly wasn’t fair. To be so indifferent to not only his best friend but his roommate who had truly done nothing wrong. So what if the guy wanted to keep to himself, that was his choice, and Nate’s disappointment in not having a new friend shouldn’t be taken out on him.

“Hey guys, any chance either of you do track in the spring? Specifically pole vaulting?” Charlie appears out of nowhere beside the two. Nate nearly jumps considering he was just thinking about him and the fact he initiated any conversation at all.

“I’m in track but I throw discus” Marty responds a soft shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m also in track but I run a few events. I’m not particular on launching myself in the air” Nate responds quickly and much to either of the boys surprise Charlie actually laughs.

“Yeah well neither am I. Maybe the dean has a death wish out for me” Charlie says once his laughter has calmed down and both Nate and Marty chuckle at this.

“Possibly but don’t worry too much. Thing about track is you don’t actually have to be good at it and I do have a buddy who pole vaults. He could give you a few tips” Marty tells him as he gives his shoulder a squeeze and Charlie nods.

“Perfect, as long as he is willing to work around planning committee” neither of the boys miss the sarcasm that comes from Charlie but Nate doesn’t have time to focus on it because he knows exactly who runs planning committee and now he regrets not joining when she asked.

“Oh he will, no one is willing to face the wrath of Evelyn. Especially when she’s planning something important” Marty says and Charlie laughs again which earns him a wide smile because the boy is finally socializing with them.

“Does the Valentine’s dance fall under important?” Charlie asks and both boys nod quickly.

“That is probably number one. The holiday alone is important to Evelyn” Nate says and it finally dawns on him. Charlie may be planning the dance with Evelyn but Nate could at least ask her to it. Thing was, how do you ask the girl you’ve been friends with for years to be your date to the most romantic dance on campus?

“Well shit” Charlie mutters and the boys laugh again.

“I better get to biology” Nate finally says, noticing how the hallways had slowly cleared out. He shows both boys the textbook he was strangling not that long ago.

“Yeah, little Nate here can’t blow his perfect attendance record” Marty says with a slap to his back and he quickly rolls his eyes.

“You tease but who’s the one who helps you with Trig” Nate says and Marty rolls his eyes which has Nate laughing as he starts off and down the hallway. Leaving the two boys to talk alone.

He knew one thing. Getting upset would be useless and it was finally time to take action and put himself out there. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

“Guess who just joined planning committee?” Evelyn says with a chesire cat grin as she slides into her seat beside Violet and Laurie. Both girls tune into her instantly, desperate for gossip after a long day of classes.

“Who?” Laurie is the first to bite, blonde hair perfectly curled and falling in her face the closer she leans towards her friend.

“Charlie” the girl lightly squealed and instantly shocked faces are painted across both the girls faces.

“So you’re telling us Mr. Unsociable not only joined a club but your club?” Violet says, just as surprised as the rest of the group.

“He had too, the Dean said he needed at least two sports or clubs and since mostly everything is taken he got put in mine” and neither of the girls miss the dreamy look on her face. Evelyn already liked Charlie more than she even knew and as much as they were happy for her, they both knew exactly who it would kill.

“What else did he get?” Laurie asks curiously, never really knowing there was a rule in place for taken outside class activities.

“Pole vaulting. He seems pretty disappointed but my afternoon wouldn’t be entirely wrecked if I got to see that” Evelyn says that has the two girls giggling at her and her openness. Evelyn never kept anything to herself and having such an outspoken best friend had its entertainment.

“Only you could romanticize pole vaulting” Violet says with the roll of her eyes and Evelyn quickly scoffs.

“Romanticize? I’m just excited to watch those biceps strain as he literally launches himself in the air. I bet he looks sexy all sweaty and in his track uniform. I hope it has no sleeves” and as she says it Evelyn realizes very quickly that romanticizing is exactly what she’s doing.

“Shit, I am romanticizing. Whatever, I felt his biceps I have every right too” and both the girls laugh.

“So what’s the goal here?” Laurie asks, already backing off Charlie the minute she realized her brunette friend who never had crushes on anyone finally did.

“I don’t know. Get him to open up, get to know him. We’re planning the dance together, maybe he’ll ask me” Evelyn shrugs, opening her textbook unaware of the soft smile on her face.

“If he doesn’t ask you Ev, he’s crazy” Violet says and Evelyn smiles widely. She knew deep inside there was a confident and cool Charlie. One who wasn’t afraid to flirt with her and she was going to find a way to bring him out. One way or another. Maybe in the process get to kiss the shit out of him too.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see” she grins and both girls laugh at their friend’s antics. As much as they were hopeful for her they also were saddened for their other friend. The only thing the group could do was hope and pray that the new kid didn’t destroy their friend group entirely especially since he had been actively avoiding them the whole time. Clearly Charlie held burdens they could never understand and they didn’t need to give him something new to carry.

Both girls watch as Evelyn grins at the boy the minute he enters class and goes to sit in the very seat Evelyn saw him in the first time. Charlie smiles back if only briefly before slumping in his chair and Violet and Laurie share a look because even if Charlie denied it he clearly liked Evelyn too. After all he had no reason not to, even if he avoided everyone around him. A pretty girl was a pretty girl but that girl just so happened to be Evelyn too. She was the kind of girl that turned heads, the kind of girl that had it all. The personality to match her looks and a confidence that matched the one hiding underneath Charlie’s surface. It was only a matter of when Evelyn would finally get it to come out. When it did, there was no doubt of how good they’d be together.

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Let Me Make It Up To You - Nolan X Karl

MDNI

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x Karl Jacobs (established)

Summary: After a particularly difficult MrBeast challenge, which Nolan wins, Karl gets upset due to already having a bad day on top of losing. They talk about it, and Nolan apologizes for the shitty day in the form of sex.

Warnings: NSFW, Hurt/Comfort(?)

Author's Note: I’m super proud of this fic, I think it might be some of my best work in a while! I got this idea from a random prompt generator online, and also because I need Karlan content, even if that means writing it myself.

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“Damnit!” Karl groaned, picking his, now cracked, phone off the ground. He accidentally dropped it while walking out of his house and now it’s practically shattered.

Well, shattered, seemed like a bit overdramatic, but it was definitely cracked nonetheless.

He had already woken up in such a bad mood and now he’s lucky if his phone still worked normally. He had woken up from some stupid nightmare, hardly able to catch his breath. On top of the nightmare, he had barely been able to sleep in the first place.

He would much rather stay home today and allow himself to cool down, but unfortunately for him, that wasn’t a possibility. He had agreed to partake in an upcoming challenge video, and he’d feel bad having to cancel on Jimmy not even an hour before filming starts.

He sighed as he got in his car, using the bit of silence before starting it to think to himself. He would be surprised if his car wouldn’t give him any problems too. He’d been meaning to get a new car or get his fixed, he’s just never really had the time, constantly busy with content creation.

Besides having a horrible start to his day, he was excited for the video. He wasn’t sure what the prize for this video would be, but he knew it was a challenge in which whoever kept their hand on the prize longest, they won. They were always fun, and he loved seeing his friends, especially since that meant Nolan would be there too.

The pair had been going out unbeknownst to the rest of their friends for just under four months now. They made it official after the two decided to have a spontaneous sleepover just for the hell of it. As that night went on, they got to talking and realized there seemed to be more between them than they had been acknowledging.

It’s not as though they didn’t want to tell everyone, it was just somewhat comforting to have something between only the two of them. Karl was sure they would get to that point eventually, but keeping everything on the down-low just sounded like a better situation for right now anyway.

He finally started his car to begin the drive to meet his friends. Well. He tried to anyway. Of course today is the day for his car to die on him.

“Oh, come on!” He sighed. He put his head down against the steering wheel. He honestly felt like just saying fuck it and going back inside.

He got out of his car and shut the door. It took everything inside of him to not slam the door. He pulled his now cracked phone out of his back pocket and opened his contacts. The cracks on the screen made it somewhat hard to see who exactly he was looking for, and it was extremely frustrating.

After pressing the call button on one of his contacts, he held his phone to his ear, praying for an answer.

“Hello?” A voice came through the other end of the phone.

“Nolan, hey, can you come pick me up?” Karl asked, relief practically rang through his voice as he spoke.

“Yeah, are you…okay?” Nolan asked, sounding concerned at why Karl was all panicky sounding.

“Um, yeah, but please, I’ll just explain when I see you,” Karl sighed.

There was a pause before Nolan spoke again, “Okay…um, yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”

Karl thanked him softly before ending the phone call and sitting down on the curb, staring at the ground. He traced circles into the sidewalk while he waited.

This day seriously could not get worse.

Thankfully, it was only a few more minutes til Nolan got there, leaning over and opening the passenger side door from the drivers seat.

Karl got in, not really even saying a word at first. Instead he waited for Nolan to speak first, which he did soon after he started driving again.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, offering his hand to Karl, who took it after a moment.

“It’s been such a bad day, Nolan, I just…I woke up from a nightmare this morning, felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I hardly slept either! Oh, and then,” Karl started, pulling his phone from his pocket using his free hand to show Nolan the cracked screen, “I dropped my phone, and then my car died!”

Karl’s voice practically broke when he finished speaking, causing Nolan to squeeze his hand softly in comfort.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, we’re gonna go do this video, have fun, and it’ll take your mind off of everything,” Nolan reassured him.

Karl appreciated the sentiment. Every time he was around Nolan his day seemed to just get better. Even though he was having such a horrible day, it was okay now, right?

Nolan pulled into a parking space near everyone else’s cars, seems as though they were the last to get to their filming location.

“You gonna be okay today?” Nolan asked as he shut his car off without worry that it wouldn’t start up again. Something Karl was jealous of right about now.

Karl had to snap himself out of his thoughts and jealousy before he nodded in response.

Nolan smiled before leaning over and kissing Karl’s cheek.

“C’mon, we should go,” Nolan said, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car, except he made it a point to hurry over to the other side of the car to get Karl’s door for him.

It was such a small gesture but it was something Karl appreciated greatly, especially after the shit day he had been having.

“Thank you,” Karl said, stepping out of the car. He wanted to take Nolan’s hand again but he could see their friends from here, and he didn’t want to raise any questions.

“Why’re you two so late?” Chandler asked, once they had joined the group.

“Long story,” Karl answered, rolling his eyes as he remembered the hell-sent morning he had.

It was then when Karl saw what this video was all about. There was a beautiful, brand new car.

“Is this what we’re competing for?” He asked, admiring the car.

“Yep, this video’s gonna work the same as all the other ‘last to move your hand’ challenges,” Jimmy answered, quickly explaining it to Karl and Nolan since they hadn’t been there for the initial explanation.

After everyone had been set up and ready to go, cameras were on and they were filming. Karl had taken a spot sort of close to Nolan, wanting the company and closeness of his boyfriend, even if nobody else knew that.

Just like that, the challenge began. Karl shifted a little so he could sort of lean against Nolan, making sure his right hand didn’t move from the car whatsoever. Nolan didn’t mind, as it wasn’t particularly odd for the two of them to be sort of clingy in front of cameras anyway, nobody would suspect a thing.

It felt like hours went by, even though it’s only been a half hour at the most. It was getting to be extremely boring, not being able to move his hand. His arm had started falling asleep, and he was pretty sure if he allowed himself to, he could’ve easily started to go to sleep somehow.

He was sitting on the ground, his right hand planted against the front tire. Nolan was next to him, his hand against one of the car doors as Karl leaned back against him.

And he probably would’ve fallen asleep, if it weren’t for Jimmy realizing everyone had gotten probably a tad too comfortable and making them stand up. Karl got up, though his body was tired from the lack of sleep, he was determined to win this car.

It felt like another ten years went by, and Karl didn’t really feel like himself at all. His lack of sleep was definitely catching up to him, and he at first thought he might fall backwards when standing up, which would've been just his luck today. Thankfully, he didn't.

The first of their friends to get out was Kris, who unfortunately moved her hand when trying to get a drink, which just left Chandler, Nolan, and Karl, who was still so determined to get this car. It was a nice car, and it was much more expensive than what he had ever been willing to spend on a car, which just made it all the more desirable.

The next part of the video was of course another challenge set by Jimmy to make time pass a little quicker. Not only did they have to stand, but they had to walk and move around the car, keeping their hand on it at all times.

Lots of laughter and jokes were being made by his friends around him, but Karl was honestly just over today, his head continuously reminding him that he broke his phone today and that he now didn't have his own car.

"You sure you're okay?" Nolan asked him softly as they walked, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them.

"Yeah, nope, I'm good!" Karl said, a faux smile on his face as he forced himself to sound happy.

Luckily, Nolan didn't push further and the video continued, and Karl continued zoning off into his own world.

Chandler was out next after his hand moved ever so slightly from the vehicle, which he didn't really even notice at first.

This left just Nolan and Karl in the challenge together, and for some reason, Karl dreaded that happening.

He tried partaking in jokes and stuff about it, but mentally he was pleading for Nolan to just let him win, even though that wouldn't be fair- nor would it be very entertaining for youtube.

Jimmy intervened with yet another challenge, except this time, it was to determine who wins, in the most annoying way possible.

A coin flip.

"Karl, call it in the air," Jimmy told him as he flipped the coin up.

Karl didn't have time to think and there definitely wasn't a strategy behind winning a coin flip. This was it, win or lose.

"Heads," He said, unsure of his choice as Jimmy caught the coin and revealed it.

Tails.

He lost.

"Sorry, Karl," Jimmy apologized as he laughed and announced Nolan as the winner. Finally, the video ended. Normally Karl would've joked, he would've laughed and celebrated, but today? He was just upset. He tried hiding behind another fake smile, he wasn't sure how believable it was anymore.

Karl excused himself for a moment, needing to just go on a walk or something to clear his mind from this bad day.

He didn't get very far, because Nolan caught up to him soon after, "Where are you going?" He asked, starting to walk with him.

Karl shrugged, "Not sure."

"What's wrong? You've had a bad day, I know, but let me help, talk to me-"

"Nolan, please, I'm not a kid, I don't need babied," Karl defended.

"I'm not babying you, I care about you," Nolan said, stopping in his tracks.

Karl stopped and turned around to look at him, "I'm not in the mood for this, please," He asked. His voice started to just sound so over everything.

Nolan knew this wasn't just over losing a stupid video, it was over his phone, and his car, and everything else that had unfortunately happened all in one day. He felt bad.

"Can I at least give you a ride home?" Nolan asked softly.

"What? In your brand new car?" Karl retorted.

"Not if you don't want to take that car," He replied, "Please just let me give you a ride," He added.

"Fine," Karl gave in.

Karl didn't know why he was being so unreasonably mean right now, Nolan hadn't done anything wrong.

Nolan led the two of them back to his car and once again, opened Karl's door for him. He wouldn't admit it, but it made Karl smile a little at how unbothered Nolan seemed by the rudeness.

Both of them got in the car and started the drive back to Karl's house. It was quiet, which was abnormal for the two of them. They were almost always talking and laughing with each other, but now they sat in almost complete silence.

When Nolan pulled into Karl's driveway, he looked over at him, waiting for one of them to speak first.

"Do you want to come in?" Karl asked after a second.

"You don't wanna be alone?" Nolan asked, a little confused because Karl had seemed to push so hard to just be alone earlier.

"No, I changed my mind," He admitted softly.

Nolan smiled a little bit before shutting his car off, both of them leaving the vehicle and walking to the front door, entering the house.

He stopped Karl from walking very far by pulling him into a hug from behind.

"I'm sorry today hasn't been very good to you, let me make it up to you," Nolan said softly, apologizing for things that were completely out of his control, yet still wanting to make up for it.

"You don't have anything to make up for," Karl said, turning around in Nolan's arms to face him. They were still standing so close to each other, which was something they had both always enjoyed.

Nolan's hands made their way down to rest at Karl's waist.

"I want you to have at least some good to your day," He said, leaning down, almost burying his face in Karl's neck, pressing soft kisses to wherever his lips could reach.

"Nolan..." Karl sighed.

"C'mon, let's go up to your room, okay?" Nolan suggested, speaking softly against Karl's neck.

The feeling gave Karl a chill, and suddenly he was extremely okay with whatever Nolan had planned.

"Okay," He smiled softly, as Nolan pressed one more kiss against his neck.

He moved to make eye contact with Karl again, smiling a little back at him, "Yeah?" He asked wanting a confirmation.

Karl confirmed his answer by nodding softly, then leaned up a little, kissing Nolan gently. Nolan returned the kiss, continuing to hold Karl close to him.

It was those moments that it was nice knowing this was just between the two of them. It made it so much more special in Karl's opinion.

When Nolan pulled away, he took Karl's hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom, shutting the door behind both of them. He pulled Karl over to the bed and pushed him down, Karl laughing a little as he allowed himself to fall backwards onto the mattress.

"I like seeing you actually happy," Nolan said, taking his shirt off and discarding it to the floor somewhere before getting on the bed as well.

“You make me happy,” Karl replied, pulling Nolan down into another kiss.

Nolan kissed back, deepening it. One hand was against the mattress beside Karl, the other found it’s way to Karl’s waist again, slipping up under his shirt ever so slightly. He swiped his tongue across Karl’s lips.

Karl practically surrendered all power to Nolan, which is how it usually went, and it felt so perfect every single time.

The kiss became somewhat messy, Nolan finally pulling away to let both of them breathe for a second. Their bodies pressed close against each other, Karl’s arms around Nolan as their lips met again.

Nolan rocked his hips slightly against Karl, causing the other to whine at the friction.

“Nolan please,” Karl mumbled, bucking his hips up slightly to try to get more friction than what he had been teased with.

Nolan responded to this plea by sitting up and helping Karl remove his shirt. Karl worked to unbutton Nolan’s jeans, then undoing his own.

After the two were able to shuffle the rest of their clothes off, leaving both of them in their boxers, Nolan leaned down and kissed Karl’s neck again. He adored the little noises that would escape the other’s lips when he would gently nip at certain spots he seemed to have memorized.

Karl bucked up against Nolan again in an attempt to grind against him to gain some sort of relief.

Nolan let out a shaky breath at this movement, gliding his hand down Karl’s body and starting to palm him through the light fabric of his boxers.

“Shit- Nolan, God…” Karl said under his breath, unable to hold back the small smile that formed on his lips afterwards.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, this is about you, Karl,” Nolan said softly, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of Karl’s boxers, dangerously close but not close enough to where Karl desperately wanted him to be.

“Touch me, please, Nol, need it so bad,” Karl begged, his voice sounded so broken yet Nolan had hardly done anything. He adored the amount of attention Nolan paid to him, now, and all the time.

“All you gotta do is say so,” Nolan reiterated, pushing Karl’s boxers down.

Karl swore under his breath at the relief he got from the movement.

His cock was painfully hard under Nolan’s touch as he felt him start to stroke the length at a mostly slow but absolutely perfect pace. Karl bit his lip to suppress any noises from escaping his throat.

He allowed his eyes to close as Nolan sped up ever so slightly, whining when his boyfriend would move his wrist in just the right way or when his thumb would graze over his tip, using the precum that had formed as lube. Karl gripped onto the pillow behind his head as he opened his eyes to look at Nolan. God why did he always know what to do?

“You don’t gotta hide your pretty noises from me, Karl,” Nolan praised, continuing to stroke Karl’s dick while he leaned down and pressed more kisses to his neck, chest, and anywhere else he could reach.

“Mm, Nolan, need you so bad…” Karl whimpered out.

It didn’t take much for Karl to become completely undone and submissive in bed, but God was it fun to be the reason. Nolan practically thrived knowing he was able to make Karl such a mess without hardly touching him.

Karl was a whining mess within the next few seconds, and Nolan could tell he was getting close, “Please, want you to fuck me so bad…” he groaned. Nolan could tell Karl was getting closer and closer to his release, so he slowed his previous movements down to a stop, moving his hand from Karl’s dick.

Karl looked like he could’ve cried right then and there at the loss of friction, though he knew he was in for something better.

Nolan pushed his boxers off, where they were then thrown to the floor to join the rest of their clothes. He reached over to Karl’s bedside table to grab the lube that he knew was there.

He repositioned Karl slightly, just to allow himself better access.

He squirted some lube out of the bottle and onto his fingers, using his hands to warm it up some.

“You’re still okay, right?” Nolan asked, wanting a final confirmation before going any further.

“Nolan, I am so okay right now,” Karl said, adding a small laugh towards the end of his sentence.

Nolan lined his index finger to Karl’s hole and pushed it in, slowly. He watched how Karl got used to the feeling, already letting out more soft noises.

He started to push his finger in and out, listening to Karl whine at even the smallest movements.

By the time Nolan introduced a second finger, Karl had been gripping onto the bedsheets, or anything he could hold onto, really. He felt so desperate with the way Nolan’s fingers just barely reached where he needed them to the most.

“Oh my God, need more, please, Nolan,” Karl whimpered again, “need you.”

Nolan pulled his fingers out of Karl once he felt as though the other was ready, squirting a little more lube onto his hand and spreading it onto his own cock, groaning a little at the sudden attention to his dick. He lined himself up with Karl’s hole and pushed into him slowly.

It was enough for Karl’s eyes to roll back some as Nolan began to move, grabbing onto Karl’s legs to help build a bit of a steady pace.

The only sound falling from Karl’s mouth was Nolan’s name.

He sounded so pretty.

Nolan fucked into him a little harder, causing Karl to get louder.

“Fuck, Nolan, can I touch myself?” He asked through an almost broken voice.

“You don’t gotta ask,” Nolan reminded him, wanting Karl to enjoy himself however he wanted to.

Karl’s hand moved to his dick and started to pump himself at the same pace Nolan had been fucking him at. He was getting so close to his climax, craving his release so badly.

Nolan was getting close too, his breathing hitching as he sped up his thrusts some more.

“Close, ‘m so close,” Karl panted.

When Nolan hit Karl’s prostate, time after time, Karl’s words became less and less coherent.

“Nolan, shit, I’m cumming- ah…” Karl whined as he finally let go, cum spilling out of his cock while Nolan fucked him through his orgasm, Nolan cumming inside soon after.

Once both of them had calmed down, Nolan pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside him.

“Shit, Karl,” Nolan said through heavy breaths, laughing a little.

Karl smiled softly, feeling too tired and fucked out to even wanna talk right now. He cuddled up against Nolan while Nolan grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and cleaned them up.

He threw a blanket over both of them and kissed Karl’s forehead.

“I love you,” Karl whispered a little. It was the first time either of them had ever said it romantically, and as much as it caught Nolan off guard, it made him smile.

“I love you too,” He replied, continuing to just hold Karl as they laid together.

“I’m glad you won that video today, sorry I got so upset,” Karl apologized, kind of embarrassed for how he’d acted.

“No don’t apologize. I was actually gonna give the car to you anyway…” Nolan admitted, causing Karl to look over at him.

“You were gonna give the car to me?” He asked, kind of surprised.

“Well I mean yeah. I know you need a new car and well…It’s yours if you still want it,” Nolan explained.

“You’re sure?” Karl asked, wanting confirmation.

“Karl just accept the stupid car,” Nolan laughed.

Karl smiled over at him, “Thank you.”

With that, their conversations slowed to a stop, and they both fell asleep together.

Not all bad days have to continue to be bad.

[lesbiansanemi]

🌧️☔️ :3

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP

I've been working on Gyutaro and Ume's backstory for the role swap AU off and on the past couple of weeks, and honestly the whole thing is super fucking depressing, but this little bit about Gyutaro being happy to eat locusts kinda hurt ngl

Locusts squished in his mouth. Wings and legs caught in his crooked teeth, guts burst over his tongue, and he couldn’t help the stifled groan that escaped him as the bugs slid down his throat. They were the first thing he’d eaten in three days now, and he’d never tasted anything better. Already he could feel his stomach settling. Not enough to be full… He’d never been full before, but some of the nausea and twisting hunger pangs began to abate.  That was one nice thing about the height of summer, something to make up for the soul-crushing heat. The locusts came out, so if he had the energy, he could catch them and eat them. It was one of the closest things he ever got to a steady food source.  Locusts in the summer, and the rodents that infested their home during the winter.  He shoved another bug into his mouth, felt his cracked and broken nails scrape against his chapped lips.  Another nice thing about summer was being able to avoid home for longer. There was no risk of freezing to death. He could sleep in the gutters and the alleyways. His mother wouldn’t come looking; she never came looking. Hell, she probably hoped he had finally fucking bit it and was rotting in a garbage heap somewhere.  Not that it should matter. She didn’t feed him, didn’t spend a single bit of her earnings on him.  She used to, back when she’d had some slim hopes of selling him to one of the houses, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen now… Not with the way he looked. Now he only existed for her to take her frustrations out on. His shoulders still ached from the last beating he’d been on the receiving end of.  Now Ume got the meager money that didn’t go towards drugs.  Which was fine. It was good. A day that Ume got something to eat was a good day. 

I have a lot of feelings on Gyutaro in general, but role swap Gyutaro especially gets to me

☔️ Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

There's a ShinoMitsu fic I would really like to write, but just don't know if I ever will. Part of it is because I'm having some trouble figuring out the logistics of it (timelines, how it would even work, etc etc) but also because... It would be pretty long and take a lot of effort, and it's kinda disheartening to work on a big long project and know it would get barely any response because it's f/f but ya know, it's whatever. I need to get over that and write it regardless. Be the change you want to see in the world, etc etc, I know like four lesbians would love it Anyways!! The basic premise is Mitsuri ends up finding out about Shinobu's plan to kill Douma, and decides she can't let that happen under any circumstances, she can't let Shinobu kill herself like that. So she decides to take matters into her own hands She starts an investigation, and is able to eventually catch onto rumors of a "haven" for women running from abusive situations... but then none of them are ever heard of again. Seems a bit suspicious, so she looks into it, and discovers Douma's cult. She knows she can't tell Shinobu about this, because she might do something rash, so she decides to go undercover in the cult and hope for an opportunity to catch Douma with his guard down and kill him I'm also heavily considering adding another AU element of this, where Douma didn't kill Kotoha after she threw Inosuke off the cliff, but rather dragged her back to the cult because he liked her too much to kill her. For once, his reasoning beat out his hunger. So she's had a lot of years for her resentment to build, and for her to lay some plans for Douma's death herself. I think it would be fun for Mitsuri to meet her in the cult, so she has at least one ally there, and I want the opportunity to actually work with Kotoha, since I've never gotten to write for her before So on one side, we have Shinobu losing her mind because Mitsuri has disappeared while looking for Douma and tearing up Japan trying to find her, and on the other side, we have Mitsuri and Kotoha planning to brutally murder Upper Moon Two but trying not to get caught over it Like I said, I think it'd be a lot of fun, but I doubt many people would be interested in it, and I'd have to fuck with time lines a lot to make it plausible

[seonghwaddict]

★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 006 ] that's for the breasts, sir.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. none? word count. 2.7k

　　　　　　　　chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii

Before the four of you could finally commence the journey to the mall, you had to go through one small but very loud obstacle.

As soon as Yunho pulled off from the side of the road, a body flung itself across the front of his car. It seemed that Wooyoung booked it out of the house and locked the front door from the outside, which they apparently only had two keys to—one with Wooyoung and the other with Hongjoong.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the thud, but after realising what it was, couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as the others groaned. You looked to your right at the house, catching a glimpse of Mingi’s leg sticking out of the kitchen window in an attempt to escape and recapture Wooyoung.

“You’re gonna take me with you whether you like it or not!” His voice was muffled, but due to its natural volume, you could all hear him perfectly well. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho unlocked the car and Wooyoung all but pranced his way into the backseat, squeezing you in between him and Hongjoong.

“What if there’s a fire in the house? How are they gonna get out?” You asked jokingly.

Hongjoong piped up with an amused grin, “There’s a back door. I’m actually surprised they didn’t think of that yet.”

And with that, Yunho continued the journey to the mall, ignoring the way Seonghwa ran after the car for a couple of metres while cursing out Wooyoung until he gave up.

The ride there was also pretty short. It was a relatively popular mall that offered a variety of stores and a fucking amazing food court with all your favourite restaurants. As the five of you walked through the mall, Wooyoung had his arm linked with yours, leading all of you to the store that housed an assortment of technology ranging from phones to massage chairs to music equipment, which is exactly what they needed.

“While you guys do your thing here, I’m gonna go ahead and find something to wear.” You excused yourself politely and were surprised when Yunho tagged along—Wooyoung joining you was less of a surprise. But you didn’t complain, spending the last few weeks with him created a small soft spot in your heart.

After spending so much time with him and meeting all his friends, you came to the conclusion that you seriously misjudged them and told yourself you would make it up to them one day. When you brought it up to Wooyoung to apologise for being such a stubborn jerk at the start of the project, he merely waved you off and said something along the lines of “It doesn’t matter now anyway, we’re best friends forever! Unless you want to be more th-” and then you punched him in the arm.

As much as you wanted to deny it, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and that entire ensemble of frat boys were incredibly handsome. Without meaning to, you sometimes found yourself staring, tracing their silhouettes with your eyes and your fingers itching to whip out your sketchbook and draw their perfect proportions. San’s physique, for example, was so nice to look at it frustrated you sometimes, jealous of his lean figure and waist so tiny you could wrap a hair tie around it.

“I’d rather get to know you than watch Hongjoong-hyung spend an hour trying to find the perfect speakers or whatever it is he needs.” Yunho reasoned, falling into step on your left while Wooyoung took your right. It was then that you noticed how tall he actually was, having to quite literally crane your neck to smile at him understandingly.

“I heard you major in acting, is that what you wanna do in the future?” You asked, then immediately realised how stupid of a question that was. Your face scrunched up with embarrassment. “Sorry, that was a dumb question.”

But Yunho laughed, not at you but rather at how endearing you are. “No, no. Don’t worry. Yeah, that’s what I hope to do in the future. But… how do you know what I major in? I don’t recall meeting you, let alone telling you what I study.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, smiling at the way your eyes bulged from your skull at his insinuation.

“One of my friends also is an acting major!” You blurt, quickly explaining yourself. “You know, Kim Gahyun? I’ve heard you’re great at it.”

At his deep chuckle, you looked up at him, confused. But before you could question it, Woyooung pulled you into one of the stores abruptly.

“I love this place, you should get your stuff here!”

After observing your surroundings for a second, you realised what store you were in. Well, you didn’t realise the name of it, but rather the fact that everything would be very costly.

“I don’t know, Wooyoung…” you trailed off, stepping to the nearest clothing rack and checking the price tag of the first blouse you could get your hands on. You nearly choked at the number displayed on the pristine white tag, quickly and carefully placing it back on the rack. “Everything is too expensive and I don’t get paid enough to be able to afford more than a pair of socks here at most.”

Wooyoung and Yunho looked at each other, blinked, and then returned their gazes to you.

“I thought you were aware we were gonna pay for you.”

“Oh,” you looked between the two of them, “oh, no, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“You didn’t ask, we’re offering. And in this matter, we won’t take no for an answer so go ahead and explore, find things you like, try them on and then we’ll pay for you.” Yunho smiled warmly. “Consider it a gift.”

You narrowed your eyes at both of them. “What will I have to owe you?”

“Oh, Y/N,” Wooyoung sighed coming to your side and dragging you further into the store. You watched idly as he sifted his way through the clothing racks, occasionally pulling out a piece of clothing, observing it, and then putting it back. “A gift is a gift, you won’t have to owe us anything.”

“Fine,” you agree begrudgingly after two long minutes. “Where should I meet you when I’m done picking out my stuff?”

“I have to go find something to wear for our dance video, so we’ll leave you to yourself and when you’re ready just come find us,” Wooyoung said before pulling Yunho away with a smile, leaving you alone.

Browsing the racks, you realised everything seemed way too fancy to be worn to some frat party. On top of that, a lot of the things were form-fitting—a look you don’t usually go for unless it’s a really special occasion. Sighing you continued your search. The problem wasn’t the clothing, really. You felt bad about using their money. Yeah, they were rich and all, but you didn’t want to feel in debt to them.

After around five minutes of searching, you hear a soft voice next to you. It was a very pretty woman that seemed to be in her late twenties. She wore a very chic-looking black pencil dress with her hair in a sleek bun. Once she saw you notice the name tag on her chest, she offered you a friendly smile. “Hello, Ma’am. Is there any way I could help you?”

“Oh, uh,” you contemplated her offer. “Yes, actually. I need something to wear to a party. Nothing too fancy though.”

A smile overtook her features as she ushered you to follow her. Apparently, you were looking in the wrong section because she led you to a corner of the store that held things that would be more suitable; sparkly shirts and skimpy short dresses.

“Is there any style you prefer?”

You explained you’d prefer clothes that weren’t tight fits or too short. Once asking you if you had anything underneath your hoodie (a sports bra), she asked you to take off the thick material to get a better idea of your body shape. Despite hesitating for a moment, you peeled it off you and turned around slowly, letting her get a better view.

The woman—Hana, judging by her nametag—hummed and nodded. “You have some very nice curves, are you sure you wouldn’t want to show them off?”

“Well… I mean, I wouldn’t mind. But it’s just that I’d prefer comfort.” It’s true that you didn’t really mind your body, most of your weight residing in your hips and thighs. Sometimes you liked it, thinking the plump flesh gave you a softer look.

She regarded you for a moment before turning and pulling some things off the shelf. With enthusiasm, she presented some clothing items by laying them on the long bench in the middle of the section.

The first outfit she pieced together was a very short pleated black skirt accompanied by a black corset-like top. The next was made up of flared black pants and an oversized dress shirt.

Looking at them closely, you looked back at the assistant, who was watching you carefully. “What if I wear this,” you picked up the hanger with the unbuttoned dress shirt, “on top of this?” You tucked the corset top into the dress shirt and set it down on the bench, stepping back so she could take a look.

“Oh, that would work beautifully!” She smiled brightly, picking up all the items you chose as you put your hoodie back on. “You could wear a waist chain on top of the corset, it would accentuate your waist a bit more and look even more splendid. And if you’re uncomfortable you can always just button up the shirt.”

Hana led you to a smaller section of the store next to the dressing rooms, letting you go through the accessories and shoes. As you looked through the various pieces of jewellery, a hand brushed against your waist and you felt someone stand beside you. Looking to see who it was, you find Yunho, his eyes looking at the jewellery rather than you.

“Are you looking for a necklace?” He picked one from the turning display—a thin silver choker with a diamond that would rest right in between your shoulders and at the base of your neck. “I think this would be nice, no?”

“It’s very pretty.” You took it from his hands, fingers brushing against his much larger ones and inspecting it closely before you set it back on its hook. “But unfortunately, it’s not what I’m looking for. I need a waist chain.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He stepped around you, looking at some of the longer chains. “Hongjoong-hyung probably has a better eye for jewellery, but I’m sure I can find something.”

“Speaking of, are they still in the other store?”

Yunho held up a thick golden rope chain, placing it back after you shook your head. “No, they’re helping Wooyoung choose his clothes. He’s very indecisive ad perfectionistic when it comes to anything related to dance, which I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

You did in fact notice that habit of his. He made you sit in the dance studio and watch him choreograph and practice, he said it was so you could get a better idea of what movements he would make ahead of time so you could already start thinking about the composition of the paintings. But you were perfectly aware he just wanted to show off to you, noticing how he would beam every time you applauded him.

However, you also noticed that if he got a move wrong, he’d beat himself up over it. Dancing it and trying to perfect it over and over and over again until he could execute it the way he wanted. Sometimes he would crumble to the ground and just lay there while you came and sat next to him, reassuring him he did great and forcing him to drink some water. You understood him completely, often feeling like that yourself. That you have to get everything right, make everything perfect just to be good at what you love to do.

There had been countless times when you scrapped your artworks. All because something felt off—the colours, the proportions, the harmony, a tiny mistake you couldn’t seem to get rid of. You understood him completely because you also knew what it was like to fail at your craft and feel like everything you worked so hard for was a waste of time.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” You nodded, a small frown on your lips and furrow in your eyes.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before Yunho spoke again, a laugh resounding in his voice as he held up a series of multiple chains connected with each other. “Hey, what’s this for? How the hell would you put this on?”

He tried tying it around his waist on top of his hoodie but stopped once Hana cleared her throat.

“Sir, that’s– uh– that’s for the breasts, sir.”

“Oh.” He blanched, putting it back hastily, a light blush forming on his cheeks as you laughed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “A word of this to anyone and I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” You saluted him mockingly.

Eventually, you found something that matched your preferences—a dainty plain silver chain with a small heart clasp. Right next to it, you spotted a matching set of dangling earrings.

“Oh, look at this one! It’s so pretty!” As carefully as you could so as to not get anything tangled, you picked it off the shelf and showed it to Yunho and Hana with a bright smile on your face (Yunho nearly cooed at you).

“It’s perfect!” Hana nodded approvingly, readjusting your outfit in her gentle grip. “Are you ready to try everything on?”

“Yes, I think so– Wait.” You spun around and walked over to the selection of shoes, quickly choosing a pair of platformed Mary Janes. “Okay, I’m ready now.”

You followed Hana into the dressing rooms, Yunho going off to find the rest of the guys while you tried everything on. In the end, you were very happy with your choices. You didn’t mind that it seemed a bit fancy for a frat party, at least you looked spectacular. Besides, the oversized dress shirt added a bit of casualness to the outfit, so overall it seemed quite balanced out.

When you stepped out of the curtains of your cubical, Hana clapped and complimented you endlessly, especially when you took off the shirt and gave her a little spin with the skirt and corset top. Satisfied, you changed back into your sweatpants and hoodie and met the guys by the cashier with your outfit neatly folded in your arms.

“Ready?”

You nodded, placing your pile on the cashier’s counter next to Wooyoung’s pile. As you watched the lady scan each item and the price on the display going higher a higher, your face contorted with guilt and you looked away.

“Are you sure I can’t at least pay some of it?”

“Y/N.” Hongjoong grabbed your attention with a firm but somehow still gentle tone. “We’re part of the richest families in South Korea, I don’t want to make you feel bad about yourself or your financial status or anything, but this is barely even putting a dent in our bank accounts.”

Mouth agape, you blinked at him, looking at each of the men individually before you settled your eyes on Wooyoung, narrowing them ever so slightly and opening your mouth to speak. But before you could ask, he answered, knowing exactly what you were about to say.

“For the last time, we’re not part of the mafia.”

Jongho, who found this a lot more amusing than his hyungs, let out a series of bubbly laughs, his lips stretching into a smile and showing off his perfect gums and his shoulder pulling up and shaking as he laughed. Despite seeing him so often, you’ve never seen him display so much happiness (except for the time your bookstore was selling signed copies of one of his favourite books and he caught you giving him a small discount because you saw how excited he was) and it warmed you inside.

“Okay, if you guys say so…” you trailed off, cutting your fond gaze on Jongho off and you accepted the stylish white paper bag with your clothing from Hana.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] and here it is!! i love reading and writing shopping scenes in fics so much omg. but anyway, next chapter we'll be getting the party!! and happy pride month everyone! my birthday is coming up soon and i'm gonna be travelling, so i'll most likely miss the update after the next one, please don't worry i'll be right on track as soon as i get back :)

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Crimes Of Passion

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Clint is tired of his relationship with Laura, that’s where you come in. 

Tags/warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, cheating, language, breeding kink (this man has 3 kids you can’t convince me otherwise), slight praise kink, slight age gap but both parties are consenting adults, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, orgasm denial (only once), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: I can’t even begin to explain how self-indulgent this thing is gonna be. Tumblr is seriously lacking Clint content, so I came to the rescue. I’m not very experienced in writing smut yet and this isn’t proofread so go easy on me. Also please don’t read if cheating offends you :)

“No one can hear us here, just let go for me, baby.” 

Clint could feel your muscles relax underneath him at his words. Your hand fell away from your mouth and moans started to spill out from your lips. 

“That’s it, good girl. God you sound so pretty like this.” he muttered. You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your clit before he stuck his tongue back into your pussy.

“Fuck, Clint!” your hands gripped his hair.

You and Clint had gotten so used to sneaking around, making sure that no one would see or hear you, that having the freedom to completely let go felt strange to the both of you. Usually you had to make do with broom closets or your room in avengers tower, which was less than private considering the avengers couldn’t help but stick their nose into everything but their own business. And Clint’s house was just off limits. 

You tried it once, but had to cut it short because Laura was home earlier than expected and Clint had to pretend he was showing you the house as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside you 10 minutes ago. It had been the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, but somehow you got away with it. 

There were a few times you had nearly been caught, but the two of you always managed to talk your way out of any situation. And although after a year of fooling around the avengers might have their suspicions, his wife was still absolutely clueless.

Having an affair with a married man was definitely not a walk in the park, but as you were laying here with Clint eating you out like a starved man, you didn’t care about any of that. You didn’t care about getting caught or all the consequences you would eventually be facing. For now it was just Clint.

His hands were firmly holding your hips down as he fucked every coherent thought out of your mind with just his tongue, only leaving room for him. You know you should feel terrible, but how could you when he was making you feel this fucking good. He had completely ruined you for any future partner. 

“You taste like fucking heaven, d’you know that?” He paused his actions and looked up at you from his position between your legs. You whined at the loss of his touch and let your head fall back on the pillows. You could see his lips glistering with your juices in the dim light of the hotel room. 

Clint looked at you in your blissed out state.

You cried out when he slowly pushed one finger inside you without warning, lazily pumping it along your walls. His pace was torturous and you tried moving your hips to meet his trusts, but his other hand still held you down. 

“Clint, please.” 

He crawled over you, making sure his hand kept moving in the mean time. 

“Patience, baby.” the archer muttered into your ear. 

Your groan of frustration turned into a moan when he pushed another finger in between your folds. He quickly cut you off with a deep kiss. You were hungry for him and he for you, devouring each other with a passion Clint hadn’t had in years before he met you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, grabbing his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, only pulling away when you needed to catch your breath. 

Slowly Clint started to increase the pace of his fingers and you could feel yourself getting closer as he switched between crooking his fingers inside you and pumping them in and out.

“I-I’m close-”

And with that he pulled away his hand away from you, leaving you with an extremely unsatisfying and empty feeling. 

“The fuck Clint?” 

“Only way I’m letting you cum is on my cock.” He leaned back and started undoing his belt, throwing it across the hotel room, followed by his pants and eventually his underwear

“I hate you.” 

“No you don’t” he grinned as he crawled back over you. 

“No I don’t.” you pulled him back on top of you, kissing him hard. 

When he managed to get out of your grasp he lined himself up with your cunt, slowly pushing himself into you, dragging a moan from deep inside your throat.

God you loved the feeling of him inside you, he made you feel so full. Every time it would feel like that first time he fucked you in some broom closet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. 

He gave you a second to adjust to his size again. When you nodded he started to move inside you. He started slow, too slow for you liking, you were done with all the build up. 

“Please, Clint.”

“What do you want baby?”

“F-faster.”

“God my wife never gets this riled up anymore.” There was something so arousing about him calling Laura his wife instead of by her name. It added to the thrill of it all.

He immediately picked up his pace, rutting into you like it was his last day on earth. Every thought left your mind, except for the way he was fucking you. You firmly held onto his shoulders as Clint started to kiss you from your neck down to your stomach.

“I know you said no marks... but what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?” 

It was a rule the two of you had established to keep others from finding out, and while it was unfortunate you could live with that, Clint however found it very difficult to keep it.

“Really?” you breathed out.

“I can’t help it, darling, I just want you so bad.” how could you deny him when he was looking at you with those stupid puppy eyes. He could get you to do anything with those eyes. 

Since you could barely form a coherent thought or word at the moment all you did was nod at him. Just when he started to make little love bites all over your stomach his phone rang and he stopped all of his movements. 

“Shit.” 

“Just let it go.” you voice came out as barely a whisper. You tried to pull him back onto you as he started to reach for his phone, but it was no use.

“Just gotta check if it’s important.” you groaned at his response and fell back onto the bed.

He reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand, almost falling on top of you in the process all while still being inside of you. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Laura. She probably wants to know if we got back in once piece.” 

“Well, what now?” 

“Guess you’ll just have to be real quiet, sugar.” you couldn’t quite place the smirk on his face as he answered his phone.

You found out what he was up to soon enough when he brought his free hand over to your clit and started rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to control yourself, giving Clint a murderous glare in the meantime. 

You were able to contain yourself fairly well until he started rolling his hips into you, making you clench around his cock. 

“Fuck.” you screamed. Just not fast enough to slap your hand over your mouth, but Clint made no sign of stopping. It was a miracle he was able to contain himself so well.

“Oh yeah, she just hit her toe on the cabinet nothing to worry about, you know how she is.” Clint calmly said, no doubt covering the scream Laura had heard over the phone. 

“Of course, I’ll look after her, always do.” he smirked at you, slightly increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah.” His mind was half only half in the conversation as he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him, fighting to keep those pretty little sounds from slipping out. 

“How are the kids?” You were sure he could see the frustration in your eyes and just asked to tease you a little bit longer.

“Okay, love you too, see you tomorrow.” Fucking finally. You could hear the words held no real meaning from the way you had heard him say it to you. It missed the passion he had when he declared his love for you.

When he finally hung up the phone he threw it across the room, probably cracking the screen from the impact with the wall of the hotel room. 

“Asshole.”

“That was fucking hot.” 

“It was fucking stupid, you could have gotten us caught.” you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing, how much that had turned you on, no matter how frustrating it had been.

“I know, now where were we?” 

“You were finally gonna let me finish.”

“Right, yes.” 

Clint didn’t waste a second, immediately starting to pound into you at an unforgiving pace. After all the build up you didn’t need a lot to bring you to the edge anymore. 

He shifted his position above you, changing his angle inside of you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. When he started to rub your clit again it all became too much.

“Fuck, Clint I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish you sentence as you were cut off by another moan. 

“Cum for me baby, I’m right behind you.” 

With one precise thrust Clint ripped your orgasm out of you, screaming so loud you were sure the people in the room next to you could hear it. You fell back on the mattress, completely limp and fucked out. 

“I love you. So, so much.” he mumbled against your stomach, which was now littered in marks that would soon turn into bruises.  “Your skin's so soft... so smooth... so warm.” he rambled.

You could feel Clint was close too, his rhythm started to falter and his breathing became faster as he fucked you through your orgasm. His face was red and his eyes filled with lust for you, but before he came he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“C-can I-?” 

You knew what he wanted, nothing quite got him off as cumming inside of you. You weren’t on any birth control, never had been because you didn’t like the side effects and he knew that. You didn’t always allow him to do it, the risk of getting pregnant was too big. But every once in a while you let him, because even though you hated to admit it, taking that additional risk to your already secret relationship was thrilling as fuck. 

“Yeah, baby, cum inside me.” 

And that did it for him. You groaned as you felt him spilling inside of you. You loved the sounds that came out of him whenever he released inside you. Exhausted of all the effort from tonight he collapsed on top of you. 

In the meantime you had gotten your breathing back under control and started to play with Clint’s hair, it was messy and sticking out in all different directions. Your bodies were drenched in sweat, but you couldn’t find the energy to take a shower. 

After a while Clint finally pulled out of you and lay down next to you. 

“You know our flight doesn’t go until 12 tomorrow.” he pointed out. 

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning I’m exhausted right now, but I could totally go for round two in the morning.” He turned to lay on his side to face you, smirk plastered on his face. 

“How can you already think about sex again?” 

“I won’t be able to see you for a month after tomorrow, gotta make a lasting impression.” 

“Go to sleep Barton, we’ll see how you feel in the morning.” 

You knew he would still want to do it when you woke up. You also knew that you would give into him, after all you have never been able to refuse him before. But you didn’t mind. Even though you knew you could never truly be together, you didn’t mind being his ‘mistress’, letting him do all the things to you his wife won’t.

 In fact you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

A/N: I have written a lot for Clint before just not xreader fics, so I hope you enjoyed it!! I also don’t have a taglist for Clint yet, so if you wish to be added please let me know :)

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Omg can you do a Myers (or maybe even Demogorgon if you write for him lol) with a Surviver who is basically IMPOSSIBLE to catch? Like their looping skills are insane and if he ends up getting them he cant feel good abt it bc all gens have been done in that done or everyone escaped😭

i love looping the killer for 5 gens <3 also sorry for not posting for a bit, been focused on my personal life and trying to hit a higher killer rank for the reset. but, i am still here AND alive !

Michael Myers

When Michael saw you in his trial, he knew it was going to be a tough one. After all, word from the other killers (and some matches himself) always groaned and complained how you could run them until everything was done.

He wanted to be the first one to finally kill you.

Thankfully for him, where the Entity had sent everyone was Midwich. Granted he brought the offering and was running scratch mirror but we won't talk about it..

Deciding to go into the trial with a plan: he wanted to lure you out through your teammates and pursue you immediately.

After downing half your team, Michael waits patiently for you to slip out and make your appearance...

To be expected, you finally made your grand appearance and Michael made his first move towards you.

You were trying to quickly patch up Nea, knowing for a fact it was a stealth killer as you heard no terror radius. That only solidified when a knife swept your back, making a deep cut. A yelp scream from your lips, forcing you to stop healing and start your chase.

With you injured, Michael thought he could easily down. Well... He was wrong.

You took him everywhere you could, going to different loops, winning his mind games--even him falling for yours--you tried your damn best to keep him distracted as the others did gens.

One, two, three... Michael lost track as his bloodlust intensified, only wanting to catch you. At this rate he would be incapable of salvaging this trial if he left now. So his only goal was to get you.

You made a mistake, a fatal one which pretty much landed you directly in his arms as he ripped you off the pallet.

For as silent as he can be, you could hear a frustrated exhale come from his mask as he went to throw you on a hook.

At least you know you wasted his time and made him resent you...

The Demogorgon

My sweet, sweet, demo...

An apex creature, causing quite a bit of trouble amongst survivors with its ability to track down anyone injured.

Of course, nothing that you couldn't handle.

Your team had a rather rough start, you were on Coal Tower and some of your team had been hooked which left you to be the only one that was never hooked once.

Neither was any gens done, so it was an anonymous agreement to have you distract the beast.

Not that you can complain, it was preferred you take chase anyways.

You walked through the blue realm, searching to find it. Thankfully it didn't take long as you stepped into direction line of sight of it.

And so the chase begins, not wanting to let your team down and to at least give them some hope.

Running around, you narrowly dodge its shreds, baiting them out by faking a vault and letting it smack against it.

Even if you got hit during chase, it never deterred you. You wanted to run for a million dollars.

As gens popped, the more the chase got intense. You were getting tired, and you know the Demogorgon was just as frustrated and tired. How could a human like you give it so much trouble?!

Eventually you were smacked to the ground and took to a hook. As soon as you were placed on it, the sound of the exit gates powering alerted the killer.

Although you may not be able to tell, you certainly did demotivate the demon as it ran off to go and get the rest of your team and try to get a second kill.