#anyways. surround yourself with weirdos and freaks always

[alias-mike]

twitter drama was making me anxious until i remembered

1) why would i care what some random guy thinks

2) this has no impact on the world

3) why would i argue with someone i dont even like. even if i convinced them, i would still never talk to them again. might as well save the effort

[supercorpkid]

This is why you should never trust an Imp – Part 2.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2376.

You are going to be ok. It’s what you keep telling yourself. So what if there is no you in the future? In two days, that imp is coming to pick you up, and you’ll go back to your own timeline and you’ll be written back into existence.

But what if he doesn’t come? What if that lying cheating bastard leaves you stranding two years into the future where no one knows about your existence and you’re totally alone? You need help. Who can help you besides your moms? Alex, Kelly, Jamie… Jamie! You wonder if Jamie is still around.

You fly to school. You’re still a teenager so, keep your head down, blend in. You can do it. Lucky for you is lunch time, that means you can talk to Jamie freely. You make your way to the table you two usually sit, but she isn’t there. Jamie is a few tables away, in a cheerleader uniform (wait, excuse her?), surrounded by a lot of people.

Ok. That makes sense. You don’t exist here, so she was never stuck with you in the first place, and the only reason why she doesn’t have any friends, is because she is always with a freaking Luthor. And people don’t like Luthors. So, what do you do now?

“Hey, Jamie.” Everyone stops what they’re doing to stare at you. You smile embarrassed. Jamie looks at you with curiosity for a second. Your heart beats faster. Maybe she’ll recognize you. Maybe she’ll remember everything, she’ll remember the conversation on the training center and she’ll know you did the dumb thing, but she’ll help you anyway.

Her face turns back to no expression, like you saw it on both of your moms’ faces. She doesn’t know you at all. Your heart drops one more time, and you can’t take this expression anymore.

“Can I, um, talk to you?” You force yourself to speak. You don’t even know what you’ll say to her, but still, you need to talk to your best friend.

“Why is that nerd talking to you, Jamie?” Someone says and she smiles at the joke.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen this weirdo before.” She answers, making everyone laugh.

“Scatter, nerd. We don’t want anyone to see you around us.” One of her friends says and you take a deep breath. You know when you’re defeated. So, you turn on your heels and leave. Before leaving school, you take one last look behind you. Jamie seems happy. Happier than you’ve ever seen her. She has friends and there’s a guy practically glued to her, and you can only imagine they are dating.

It’s a weird feeling. You always thought you and Jamie were an inseparable combo, but apparently a freaking imp can separate you two. Rao, you hate him so much!

No time to waste dwelling on this hate. You need somebody else to help you. Maybe you could fly to Superboy and ask for his help. He probably would believe you since he got in so many dumb situations himself. You just need to find him. You fly the whole country and you can’t seem to locate him. Where is Conner? Is he not in the future? Or in this reality?

You sit on top of a tower, and try to think. Lena found out how to combine the alien and human DNA, you know that much. You also know that you and Superboy are about the same age. So maybe, they’ve used Lena’s research to create him. If that’s the case, if CADMUS stole Lena’s research and created Conner, you not existing also made him not exist in this timeline/reality.

You fly back to National City. There’s one person who can help you with your time travel questions. One person who came from the future himself. You need to see Brainy. You wait outside the DEO, so you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone else.

You see aunt Alex leaving with Brainy later that night. They’re talking and laughing, and you just want to run to her and tell her everything. You feel your heart squeezing in your chest, and there’s a tennis-size ball stuck in your throat. What the hell have you done? Why would you do something so stupid like trusting an imp, when everything was completely fine?

They finally part ways, you wipe your tears and breathe deeply before running towards Brainy.

“Brainy! Wait.” He turns around and looks at you confused. He, too, never saw you before. He might not have a lot of face expressions, but you can see that.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met.” He says monotone.

“We haven’t yet. Or, maybe we have, and now we don’t anymore. It’s confusing.”

“I see.”

“I’m Kara’s daughter.” You smile and he tilts his head at you. “And Lena’s. Obviously.”

“There’s one percent chance that this information is correct.” He says, making you sigh.

“Brainy, please, just hear me out, ok? If after everything I say you still don’t believe me, I’ll leave you alone.” You ask and he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. You can see he has already agreed to it. You look around to make sure no one can see you. “First, you need to see something.” You fly a little off ground, just enough he’ll know you have superpowers, but not enough that people would turn their heads to look at you. When you land back, he has a different expression. You blow out so he can see your freeze breath.

“You’re Kryptonian.” He states, not looking shocked.

“Half Kryptonian. I also have Lena’s DNA.” You breathe heavily. “Ever heard of an imp from the fifth dimension called Mxytopolis?”

“You mean Mxyzptlk?” He corrects you and you shake your head agreeing.

“He said he would show me the future. And I am two years in the future, but no one here seems to remember me.”

“Interesting. Your story seems to be making sense. Although, people usually know they should never trust an imp.”

“Yeah, I know that now.” You scoff, but you’re really just mad at yourself for being so dumb. “Do you think I’m still in my reality? Was I erased from my timeline?”

“Unlikely.” He turns on his heels and walks from one side to the other with his hands clasped behind his back. “He could’ve, however, erased everyone’s mind, but I would say this scenario has a 45% chance of being true.”

“Ok. So maybe I’m in a different reality?” He looks at you, turns on his heels again and paces around himself for a while.

“73% chance.”

“Is there one scenario where we’re closer to 100%?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“You might be stuck in the fifth dimension. And this is an alternative reality playing only in your mind. Like a…”

“Dream.” You sigh. “Or a nightmare.”

“But the percentage is still only 86%.” He turns to you abruptly. “Were there any further agreements?”

“He said I had to stay here for two days, and then he would come and pick me up.”

“What would you do for him?” He asks and you shake your head as if you mean to say nothing. “Interesting. He didn’t ask for something in return.” He thinks for a while and you don’t say anything to disturb him. “Have you made any contact with any family members?” You nod. “Do they know who you really are?” You deny. “Great. Let’s leave it at that. Until we figure out what scenario is the real one, we better not do anything that might jeopardize that.” You agree again. “Meet me here tomorrow morning. I need some time to calculate further probabilities.”

“Ok. Thanks, Brainy.” You smile at him and he nods one time.

“Of course there’s still 58% chance you’re lying. So, I have to consider that into the calculation. Goodnight!” Brainy leaves and you look around, unsure on what to do next.

No one knows you, you don’t have any money, you have nowhere to go and you’re starving. You should’ve asked Brainy for some money, so you could eat.

You’re not really thinking about what you’re doing next. But you find yourself flying to L Corp and sitting on the rooftop listening to your mom’s heartbeat and her boring meetings. Hearing her voice calms you down. When you think about flying to CatCo and listening to your momma’s boring meetings, Lena decides to go home. So, you follow her.

She doesn’t go to your house. She goes to a very fancy building. You look through the window when she arrives at the penthouse. It’s all so pretty and fancy inside, but there’s something off. It doesn’t feel very homey. Kara arrives a few minutes later, and you hide better so she can’t see you.

You stay there watching them, and feeling empty inside. They’re fine. Honestly, just look at them, talking about their days, laughing, living their lives. Sure, they don’t know you exist, but you at least expected they would be a little less happy given you’re not in their lives.

Is this what Mxyptelk wanted all along? Did he want to show you that people’s life would go on without you, no problem at all? And that some of them, like Jamie, would actually have a better life?

You’re confused, scared, and you can’t help but feel like that asshole is going to double cross you one more time and leave you stranded wherever this is forever.

They go to bed, and you stay there. You sit on their balcony, hold yourself and try not to think about how hungry and sad you are. You listen to Lena’s heartbeat. She’s fine. They’re fine. You take a deep breath and rest your head on the wall next to you, and you fall asleep.

“Shhh… We’re being watched.” You hear Kara’s voice and open your eyes. It’s morning. Shit, they’re up. She knows you’re here. “There’s someone on the balcony. Stay here, love.”

You fly away when you hear that, but you’re not fast enough. Actually, Kara is faster. She grabs your leg before you go too far and you stop.

“Wait. I know you. You’re the girl from the park yesterday. The girl that looks like me when I was young.” She says looking shocked. “What were you doing on my balcony?”

“I’m sorry. I-I just…” You don’t know what to say. What can you say? Should you tell her the truth even though Brainy told you not to do anything that could compromise your future/reality/dream state?

“You have superpowers?” She finally realizes you are both flying right now.

You shake your head agreeing.

“And the watch. You said it’s a family heirloom?”

You nod one more time. Kara doesn’t speak for a whole minute.

“You have superpowers. You look just like me. You called me mom. And the watch…” She seems to be thinking out loud so you don’t say anything. “Are you? No, that’s not possible. You can’t possibly be…”

You nod again. Your stomach growls and Kara notices, looking at it.

“You’re hungry. When was the last time you ate, kid?” She asks and you shrug, still not using your words. “Come on, we need to talk, and you need to eat.”

She holds your hand, probably scared that you are going to fly away when she still has so many questions to ask you. You look at her expression while you fly back to the penthouse. She is so confused, it’s kind of cute. You both land at the balcony and go inside the penthouse. Lena is in the kitchen making some eggs.

“Did you find out who was watching us?” She asks without looking behind her.

“Yes, well, she is here.” Kara says and Lena looks back at you.

“But she’s just a kid. Wait.” Lena squints her eyes looking at you. “Wait a minute, I know you!” She leaves everything behind and comes closer. “You’re the girl who came by my office yesterday. Lexa! Right? You wanted to know about-”

Before she’s finished, you see the eggs she was making are on fire and you use your superspeed to go to the oven, and put out the fire with your freeze breath.

“What the fuck?” Lena asks when she realizes what you just did.

“Language!” You and Kara say unison and she only furrows her brows harder at that.

“Kid, why don’t you explain what’s going on here so we don’t make any wrong assumptions?” Kara asks and you walk back to them.

“I would love to. But I can’t.” You try to smile. Kara puts her hand on your shoulder and all you want to do is hug her tightly and tell her the whole truth.

“You can trust us. Whatever it is, we will believe you.” Kara says and your stomach growls again, this time so loud even Lena looks at you worried. Kara gives you a smile. “Come, let’s put some food into you.”

Kara grabs a cereal box and milk. She puts them on the counter so you can eat. You serve yourself, refilling the bowl three times until you’re finished with the whole box. You stare at Kara trying to tell her you’re still hungry. She seems to understand and doesn’t say anything while she takes another pan and fries some eggs for you. They’re still hot and you’re already inhaling them full speed.

“She can’t possibly eat that much.” Lena says furrowing her eyebrows at you, and you stop immediately.

“Sorry. I-I was a little hungry.” You get up from the stool. “Thanks for the food. I should get going.”

“Wait kid.” Kara holds your hand before you can leave. “If you tell me the truth, I’ll believe you.” She pleads with a gentle smile. “I will.”

“I-I shouldn’t.” You swallow hard so she won’t see your tears. “I have to go before I ruin something.”

“Ok.” Kara runs to the kitchen and comes back to you. “Take this, in case you’re hungry again.” She hands you some protein bars and you accept them, putting in your pocket. “If you need anything else…”

“I’ll call you, Supergirl.” You wink at her before flying away to your meeting with Brainy.

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Your Otaku

Leviathan x poly gn!MC x Mammon

Words - 2818

Content Warnings - panic attacks, lots of angst, but lots of cuddles too (mostly focused on the relationship between Levi & MC)

Prompt/Inspiration - loosely inspired by the “Ruri-chan is my Bae!” event (and I mean loose)

Summary -  You, Levi, and Mammon take a trip to the human realm together, and things take a sudden turn for the worse.

AO3

Arm in arm with Mammon, you walked through the convention center with Levi chattering excitedly at your side. You had managed to surprise him with a trip to the human realm to visit a popular anime convention, and he was just beside himself with excitement. The pure joy was practically radiating off him.

“That Q&A was amazing! Omg I never thought I’d get to see them so close. And they actually looked at me! Can you believe it? I know they were looking at me. There was a connection. I just felt it!”

His eyes were glued to the map in front of him, and only occasionally did you have to tug on his sleeve a bit to keep him from bumping into people. He started making plans about where you three should head to next, and come up with a strategy for maximizing the amount of limited edition merchandise he could acquire. He’d need your help obviously. And Mammon’s too. He only had so many arms after all, and as much as he wished he could stand in line for each item himself, he knew he had to be smart about this.

“So, we are gonna meet back up here in an hour, ok?” he said, “Set an alarm so you don’t get distracted and forget the time.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Got it. One hour,” Mammon replied. He wouldn’t admit it, but the idea of scoring limited edition merchandise actually had him rather excited. Perhaps he could grab a couple extra copies so he could resell them later? These nerds sure seemed desperate for these things, so he figured they’d sell like hot cakes and he’d be swimming in money in no time.

The three of you separated and went your different ways to go wait in line. You glanced at the shopping list Levi had given you. It was decorated with little doodles of Azuki-tan, color coded, and organized by priority. You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Levi working diligently to prepare this for you. You knew Mammon had one as well, but it definitely had way fewer hearts and stickers attached to it.

After an hour of line hopping, waiting, and more waiting, your DDD vibrated signaling it was time to meet up with your boys again and see how successful everyone had been. You glanced around and noticed Mammon right away. His face lit up when he saw you, and you returned his smile with one of your own. His arms were full of way more bags than you knew he needed.

“Did you get enough?” you teased, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“Oi! This is all Levi’s stuff remember? I might’ve grabbed a couple extras to make some quick Grimm, but most of this is his!” As much as he tried to deny it, you knew that less than half of those bags were for Levi, and you also knew that only a third were things he had intended to resell. You noticed some TSL merchandise peeking out from one bag that you were positive Mammon bought just for himself.  

“Ok, let’s go with that,” you replied, still laughing. Mammon blushed, realizing he had been caught. He should have known better. You always seemed to see right through him. He was thankful you had decided to keep it to yourself though and let him at least pretend you didn’t notice.

CRASH

You snapped your head up and looked in the direction of the loud noise - the same direction you were supposed to be heading. It was only a moment later that you could hear the sound of laughter break out, and you had a sinking feeling that Levi was involved somehow. You didn’t even bother explaining to Mammon what you were thinking, you didn’t need to, you just walked as quickly as you could through the crowded pathways just short of breaking into a full out sprint.

What you saw when you arrived at the meetup spot made your heart ache. Levi was sitting on the ground, on his knees, and scattered around him were what you could only assume were the bags of merchandise he had been carrying. His eyes were laser focused on the objects in front of him as he attempted to gather everything up and put it back into his bags.

Behind him, only a few yards away, stood a group of teenage boys that were cackling as they looked on. It didn’t take you long to piece together what must have happened - Levi had been in a hurry, and the boys knocked him down, causing him to crash into a display, and sending his things flying.

You could catch bits and pieces of their conversation over the laughter and buzz of the convention center. “Loser.” “Weeb.” “Freak.” It made your blood boil. You wanted nothing more than to march over there and deliver a swift kick in the groin to all of them, but you had something much more important to do.

Not wasting anytime, you made your way to Levi, gathering things up as you went. You crouched down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey babe,” you said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek lightly. You knew he didn’t like public displays of affection, but it was the only thing you could think to do to get him to shift his attention to you rather than his surroundings.

It seemed to work, for a moment at least. Levi turned to look at you, shocked to find you suddenly so close, but relieved all the same. You gave him a small smile, and rubbed his back. You could see he was struggling to keep his composure and not shift into his demon form in the middle of all these people. It was also obvious that he was only moments away from crying.

“C’mon, let’s go find somewhere to take a break,” you said, picking up the last of his bags yourself and rising to your feet. Levi gave a small nod and stood up as well, careful to keep his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. He dare not look around. He could feel the eyes of everyone boring into his back, and their whispers echoed in his ears. Freak. Loser. Weirdo. Creep.

He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. He just wanted to take off running, but he knew it would only make things worse. He’d probably fall again like the loser that he was. He really should have stayed home. Why in hell did he let you convince him to go out today? If he was in his room right now like he should be, none of this would have happened. He was an otaku after all, and this was clearly divine punishment of some kind for him venturing out of his cave.

Mammon soon appeared beside you, “Hey! Ya can’t go takin’ off like that! What if somethin’ woulda happened to…” His voice trailed off as he became aware of his surroundings and noticed the group of teenagers standing a ways away. Their attention had now moved to you, and they were whispering rather loudly amongst themselves, and Mammon did not like the look in their eyes as they stared at you.

He looked back to you and Levi and realized just how shaken up his brother seemed. He could feel the waves of demonic energy rolling off him as he struggled to keep it together.

“Hey, I got this,” he said, moving to take the bags from your hands, “Y’all go on ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit.”

You gave Mammon a small nod, before linking arms with Levi and leading him away. He walked forward, robotically, no longer the bouncing, happy go lucky boyfriend you had seen just a mere hour ago. How quickly things had changed.

You felt so guilty for leaving him alone. You should have stayed with him. You knew he didn’t like crowds. Or people. If you had stopped to think for a moment you would have realized that it would have been better for you all to stick together. But you had let yourself get caught up in Levi’s excitement, and convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about.

Soon you approached a hall lined with closed doors. These seemed to be conference rooms, and a quick look inside told you they were unused.

“Here looks good. We will just rest for a bit inside, ok? Enjoy the peace and quiet,” you said as you opened the door and motioned for Levi to get inside. He listened obediently, not bothering to really pay attention to where he was going or where you had led him. His brain was on autopilot now, and he was just so incredibly tired.

Immediately upon entering the room, Levi’s self control finally started to crumble as his tail made an appearance, dragging along the floor behind him. He leaned his back against the nearest wall, and slid down to the floor, utterly exhausted. Before he could curl into a ball, you had locked the door and climbed into his lap, straddling his legs as you faced him. Once you wrapped your arms around his neck, it was like something just snapped inside him. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, clinging to your waist, sobbing uncontrollably.

As Levi cried, you gently stroked his hair and whispered in his ear, “Its ok now. I got you. You’re safe. It’s just us here.” You repeated this over and over again, like a mantra that you hoped would settle into his heart and disrupt what you were sure were very dark, chaotic thoughts.

“This is so not fair!” he wailed, “Why are there normies here?! They shouldn’t be here! This is supposed to MY place. MINE.”

He noticed the shirt he was wearing, and felt incredibly foolish for thinking it would be a good idea to wear it out of the house, “I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have worn this. What kind of loser likes a children’s show anyways?”

He grabbed at his Ruri-chan shirt, and you were sure he would have ripped it off himself if you didn’t stop him soon.

“Hey, let’s not remove our clothes while we are out in public, ok?” you said as you gently grabbed his hand to stop the assault on his shirt.

He froze for a moment as he processed your words. You were right after all. Once again he was about to do something reckless and impulsive. How could you even stand to be around someone like him? He was just a gross, yucky shut in. When were you going to realize that and leave him? Surely it was only a matter of time. You would grow tired of his breakdowns. Get bored of his rants. Annoyed with his negativity.

You brought his hand to your lips and gave it a quick kiss before releasing it and pulling his head to your chest. He seemed to be calming down a little now, if only slightly, but you could still feel the rapid beat of his heart and saw his tail twitch beside him. You resumed stroking his hair as you had been earlier, whispering your affirmations and reassurances in his ear.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. Your words were starting to reach him, and he concentrated on each and every syllable as he tried to ground himself. You were here with him, so he knew it would be ok. Everything always was when you were around.

He hadn’t the faintest idea why exactly you loved him or put up with his eccentricities, but you had never given him reason to doubt you. Not even for a moment. And even though he shared your affection with Mammon, you always made time for him and took an interest in the things that were important to him. You never forgot about him.

And you were always there to encourage him when he was feeling down about himself. That’s right. He was safe with you. The only person that truly understood him and accepted him for who he was, flaws and all. And you were here right now, holding him close, pressing soft kisses to his head. He could feel your warmth in his arms, and his muscles finally started to relax, aching because of how long they had been tensed.

His grip around your waist began to loosen slightly, though he was still holding your firmly, and his body had stopped shaking.

“Feeling a little better?” you smiled, as you tried to sneak a look at his face, but he kept his eyes hidden beneath his bangs.

“Yeah,” he said. Now that he was calmer he was beginning to become aware of the situation he found himself in and it was making him somewhat self conscious, though he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“Alright,” you laughed, breathing a sigh of relief. You had your favorite otaku back. At some point his tail had disappeared too. As you continued to alternate between hugging him close, kissing the top of his head, and running your fingers through his hair, you felt the last of the tension leave his body.

“Ready to head home now? Or are you feeling up to checking out more of the convention?”, you asked, taking his face in your hands now and gently turning him to look at you.

He was not prepared for the love he saw in your eyes when he finally made eye contact with you. He was expecting something closer to pity, which was ridiculous really since you had never looked at him that way before, but this was a million times better. Without even thinking he kissed you gently on the lips. You could taste the salt from his tears in his kiss, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t often Levi initiated affection like this and you were determined to treasure every second of it.

He pulled away slightly, and rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed. You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs and smiled as you felt him lean into your touch.

“Thank you,” was all he could manage to say, and you knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed him having a meltdown after all, and you had begun to figure out what worked best to soothe him.

You kissed his forehead, “Of course. You’d do the same for me wouldn’t you?”

He looked up at you again as you started to wipe what remained of his tears from his face. He was sure he looked like a complete mess, but somehow you were still smiling at him so sweetly. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and you gave him a soft laugh. That was your Leviathan alright.

“Obviously,” he said, looking away.

“I think there was one more Q&A session scheduled,” you offered, trying to see if he was interested. Finally, he smiled back at you and you could see that familiar sparkle in his eyes. He definitely did not want to miss out on this, not when he had the chance to shake hands with his favorite manga artist. He bet they even had signed copies of the latest release available. And this artist usually had stickers and keychains to pass out. He just had to get a matching set for you and him. And maybe Mammon too. Maybe.

You stood up, your legs stiff from the awkward position you had been sitting in. You hadn’t realized just how uncomfortably you had been positioned until now, and your knees felt like jelly. You started to wobble slightly, but Levi had already gotten up himself and grabbed your arm to steady you.

“C’mon. Let’s go find Mammon and get to the conference hall. If we hurry, I bet we can get some good seats too. Oh is this the one that always hands out keychains and stuff?”, you asked as you stretched your legs and started to test out your ability to walk again.

He smiled even more brightly, knowing that you had remembered, “Yeah! I really wanted a chance at grabbing a matching set. If that’s ok with you, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He couldn’t help but blush again. How did you always manage to say just what he wanted to hear? How did you always know what would make him happy? He thought about all the fun you had had together earlier that morning, and all he had to look forward to this evening.

Yeah, he was glad he left his room today.

[hobiwonder]

Adventures of a closeted exhibitionist | 01 (m)

Pairing: hoseok x reader, f2l (future)

Genre: do i ever write anything other than smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: exhibitionism lol, hoseok is a FREAK freak, oral (f receiving), dirty talk.

Summary: where hoseok explores with his bff. i hope u like it pls validate me. 

a/n: this is an idea I pitched to @parkmuse​ and she n i were going to collab but then she got a cat and DITCHED ME (jeepers is v cute ngl). so instead of a full length one shot, im gunna make this a series. like a small one lol. this is unedited beyond microsoft putting the annoying red lines to tell me im illiterate. 

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It was roughly 9pm. Despite it being a Friday night, there were a fair few people still drifting about in the 24 hour library. This time of the semester being closer to the exam time you guess this isn’t such an atypical incidence. What was rare though, was you being here. On a Friday night. Where you’re usually getting shit-faced with your friends at Park Jimin’s weekly parties. Not here with your best friend Hoseok – who frequented the place more than you, actually – about to have sex with him. Yup. You heard right.

“Can you walk faster y/n? We’ll lose our spot!” His hurried whisper didn’t do much to mask and the nervous tremble in his voice. It was obvious your best friend wasn’t very adventurous and thus here you were, helping him out.

Slightly regretting your decision. This place was more crowded than you thought. You run forward to catch up with Hoseok’s long legs that kept weaving through the massive bookshelves with ease. Whereas if you were here by yourself – you’d certainly be lost.

“We won’t with the speed you are walking. Slow down, Hoseok.” Grumbling under your breath as you see no sign of him stopping to let you remember the way you guys had come to this part of the quiet library, you just opt to following him around like a lost puppy. Usually it’s the other way around.

Especially when Hoseok had asked you one day to try public sex with him.

“Well well well, never knew my reclusive best friend was such an exhibitionist.” You’d been whistling and hooting while smirking his way, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly. He was never too confident in speaking about his sex life and watching him squirm was so much fun to the evil part of your brain. Not that he had much of a sex life to expose. Hosoek was a sweet boy who did relationships. Long term ones. And he hadn’t even been on a date recently.

“W-Well, I’m not. Not yet. I’ve never tried anything like that. And you obviously have.”

You’d just shrugged nonchalantly in response.

“So… I want to try something. With you.” Naturally, your response had been to blink repeatedly, making sure you heard him right.

“No fucking way, Josè.”

“Please, please, please?! I don’t trust anyone other than you to do this with and not be weird about it.”

“What about you get an actual girlfriend Hobi? Hm? Ever thought of that.” He’d rubbed his temple with a pout on his face when you’d mockingly knocked your fingers against it. How did he not see how attractive he was? He could get anyone. Literally anyone.

“I haven’t had luck in that department, you know that.” Him gritting his answer through his teeth is probably one of the most frustrated you’d seen him and it makes you snort.

“Then just find someone willing and fuck her at the party?” The crude words bring a blush to his pretty face. How does he even plan on having sex in public?

“You know I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turns back towards you, “Besides… I don’t want it to be just anywhere. I want to d-do this at the library.” Your eyes had bugged out of your head once again at that. How did you not know how kinky your best friend was?

“Oh my god.” You can’t help the giggles that fight their way through your throat, “I cannot believe it Hoseok! You’re such a closeted freak.” Now you were full on cackling.

“Stop. I just wanted to try something.” The pout was back on his face and the little glazed look he had in his eyes had diminished slightly.

“Yeah and public sex from the get go? What will you be ‘trying’ next? Pegging and Anal?”

His brows furrow adorably. “What’s pegging?”

“Oookay. Let’s just get back to the topic at hand.” You didn’t want to give him any more ideas. Yet.

Somehow in the next few hours, you’d agreed to sleep with your best friend. At a library at that.

And here you were, nestled in a corner at one of the desks that were set up between the isles for people who wanted to browse journals and other various literature. Where you both sat was relatively isolated. Only the people who occasionally walked past the isles would be able to see two people sitting at a table – the table shielding your lower halves of the body – and only if they looked. The table was set against one of the isles and that would probably be the only concerning area. That someone on the other side of that shelf would be able to decipher what was going on. Okay maybe this was making you rethink your decision. Just a little.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok was panting slightly as he looked around you both repeatedly, making sure no one was lingering on the fact that two students had disappeared off to a section that they could do more than study in. But you couldn’t see anything of the sort. Just everyone minding their own business for now. Besides, how loud could you both be anyway? This shouldn’t take too long.

“Pretty good. You must come here a lot to know such a precise spot?” Brows wagging teasingly in his direction, making his cheeks flare up even more.

“I do. But to study usually so this feels a bit… exhilarating.” His face tells you how excited he is but he is definitely nervous as well if the sweating is anything to go by.

You bump your shoulder slightly with his to ease his worries. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Literally.” You can’t help the laugh that he then tries to muffle with his hand. “No really! I’m very good at quickies.”

Your wink makes him blush but he still seems apprehensive. “It’s not that… I’m. Well. I-I can kind of lose control sometimes.”

You continue to deadpan him. Hoseok and losing control? Were you hearing correctly? Your sweet, nerdy, studious, calm and collected, shy best friend losing control? It can’t be that bad, right?

“I’m serious y/n. B-But I’ll try to keep in check.”

“…Okay. Anyway. You ready?” There is a moment of silence and it is quiet. You can hear when Hoseok swallows, the way he drags his gaze all over your coat cladded form and then finally, looks into your eyes. You never noticed how attractive Hoseok was up-close and that was what was making you nervous.

“I-I think so? How are we going to do this? Shit I didn’t think about the logistics through before coming here.” Hoseok had started to nervous ramble so you decided to take matters into your hand by sitting directly on his lap, facing him.

“W-Wha…. Is this how we’re- Wouldn’t that look too suspicious.” You tried not to roll your eyes.

“We’re about to screw in a library surrounded by people. Anything we do will make us look like horny college kids. At least this way if someone catches us people will think we’re only making out or something.”

Hoseok’s pretty mouth falls open in an ‘o’ understanding your reasoning. The law library is more dimly lit compared to others so it was easier to fly under the radar. It was obvious that Hoseok had brought you here to take full advantage of that. If Hoseok tends to lose control as he's said, it shouldn't attract too much attention even if he's a tad too loud. Wait, is it even about his volume?

Leaning down you level your face to his baby browns while he leans back as if you're infectious and not about to have sex, "What do you mean about lose control by the way? You're not going to scream up a storm are you? I swear to god Hoseok if you get us arrested-"

"It's not me you should be worried about," the reply comes without any stutters unlike how he spoke before, making your breath hitch. He's calm and collected, gaze slithering down your body like you were an otherworldly marvel.

This was not how you'd seen your best friend act in all the years you'd known him. Never have you felt this attracted to your usually shy, meek friend who seemed to be the most quaint person in your group of friends. Perhaps that's why you'd never really sexualised him before. Though it did always baffle you how he managed to date the prettiest girls.

"Okay weirdo."

The tremble in your voice is barely masked but you try and regain some of your composure by aggressively adjusting and slipping down your panties to mid thigh. Effectively breaking Hoseok's bravado when he audibly gulps, looking around him. It doesn't take long for you to feel the effects of your activities as Hoseok already feels considerably solid underneath you. A flush of embarrassment evident in your cheeks when he rubs the damp material of your panties between his index finger and thumb.

"You're so wet, y/n." The skin of your naked thighs covered in goosebumps with each carrels of Hoseok's veiny hands. When did they get so callous? The feeling brought another embarrassing amount of wetness down your thighs.

"S-Sorry." You shook your own head at your apology. Why did you say sorry? Guys love that, you knew.

Somehow, it felt different with Hoseok. You were being a lot more conscious about his likes and dislikes instead of your own. Which should've been a red flag. Yet, you continued with the dangerous game you were both playing. The perspiration on Hoseok's forehead gave away how affected he was as well despite the cool temperature inside the library.

"Are you kidding? I've... I've never been this turned on in my whole life."

You don't get a chance to respond, only garbled gasps when his cool fingers slip between your thighs, massaging the slick in the sensitive skin that connected your inner thighs to your pussy.

"H-Hoseok." His thumbs spread the wetness from your nether lips back to the sensitive patch of skin.

"Is this okay?" You're too caught up in the heat of the moment and the thousands of nerve endings that Hoseok's fingers were stimulating.

Your head was lolling around like you were drunk and that was enough indication for him to carry on. It was terrifying how little he had done and you were already lacking the ability to comprehend anything other than his touch. Your hands were dropping beneath you carelessly, trying to find the hard length that was persistently pressing in you. You were turned on beyond belief and you needed to feel Hoseok inside you. Now.

Hoseok had other plans.

"Slow down, y/n." His chuckle is breezy, albeit a little throatier than usual. But it doesn't stop your quest to get your hands inside his pants.

"Hoseok I need you to get inside me." Your plan to be stern backfires.

You had hoped that telling Hoseok you meant business would get him to submit to you like it usually does. However, the heady look in his eyes tells you otherwise. You're proven wrong when instead, Hoseok locks his eyes with yours, as if challenging the autonomy you had in this situation. You're unable to move, just feel as the plunge of his nimble fingers inside you has you gripping his shoulders for a lifeline. Your head was already mushy and all basic comprehension had gone out the door. The sounds accompanying each agonising push and pull extremely erotic, making the blush bloom deeper on your already heated skin.

The onslaught of sensations had made it easy to forget about the world around you. If someone was to catch you right now, you weren't sure if you would let Hoseok stop the delicious friction inside you. The way he looked at his fingers sliding their rhythm inside you, completely entranced by your body, made another gush of wetness flow down his thrusting digits. He had barely fingered you for five minutes and you were already like a full damn ready to burst. Hoseok finally looked up when the scissoring motion of his fingers made you gasp loud enough to startle him.

it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your volume down. Now you knew why Hoseok had redirected the question about being quiet, to you. His other hands wrapped around your hips, just above the dip in your spine to keep you from thrashing off his lap. You were at the point where your body was so close that every thrust of his wrist bordered on pushing you over the edge. Body moving towards the movement and away from it in the same second.

“I don’t think I want that just yet.” His lips shone from the constant contact with his tongue.

Maybe he was giving you a tongue show on purpose. To be even more cruel when you were already suffering (in the best way possible). Hoseok was always mischievous. Not as obvious as your other friends like Taehyung or Jungkook. And you were finding out just how devious he is. Dragging on the assault on your pussy. Stretching the thread until you’re clawing your hands down his back, whispering ‘please’ like a symphony.

“You like this?”

“Y-Yes Hoseok. Please just f-fuck me already.” Your threatening growl only makes him smirk and fasten the pace of the three fingers inside you.

“I really wanna watch you squirt y/n. With all these people just a few feet away. Can you do that for me?”

His whispers near your ear makes you flinch away with each word. Body so sensitive to any form of stimulation that you were scared you were going to cum just from listening to the low timbre of his voice. Hoseok’s eyes were glazed over, the hard insistent bulge was digging in your thighs with even more ferocity. Yet, he denied himself the pleasure you were so readily offering. Why was he torturing the both of you like this, ugh.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the table behind you, making you grasp the wooden edges in order to brace yourself. However, the action left you exposed, skirt pushed up enough to reveal Hoseok’s hands rhythmically pushing forward and backwards. The open position of your thighs and the air now touching your heated skin making you feel everything just a bit more. His fingers were hitting the spongy spot on the top of your walls just right that you’re whimpering and clenching your hands around the wood, just not the type you wanted to be holding.

“F-Fuck Hoseok if w-we get caught p-people-”

“Will see your cunt swallowing my fingers? I know y/n.” His smile is devilish. He’s reveling in your fear of being found out and you know this is exactly what his fantasy is.

Your breathing is harsh and you’re bordering on being a little too loud. It becomes even more of a problem when you start feeling the zaps of pleasure in your core that are hurtling you towards completion. Hoseok’s angled fingers repeat the motions that elicited the response when he sees you thrashing.

“Right there huh? That feel good?”

You can’t speak. Biting so hard on your lip, trying to not scream blooding murder, that tears are pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. The strength in your arms leaves as you collapse on the table, head pushing back and one hand going to hold the one almost fisting inside you. You’re so close you can almost taste it. Everything is too much and it’s an impossible feat to stay quiet and inconspicuous.

“God, you’re being so loud. If you’re any louder people will hear you cumming all the way from outside.” And yet he doesn’t sound concerned.

Hoseok’s eyes are feral, watching you hold on to his hand while his wrist is snapping powerfully towards that one spot that has you seeing spots. You’re moaning even louder now and he has to get up from his seat to put his other hand around your mouth to drown out your sounds that are going straight to his dick. God, you were so sexy he was going to cum in his pants from just watching the tears roll down the side of your face.

“Yeah? You’re gunna cum baby? Squirt all over my fingers?”

He wasn’t expecting a response from you with how fucked out you were but your eyes peering into his let him know that you heard him. And that you were going to cum. Hoseok slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling it in tandem with his deep thrusts and within seconds, you’re screaming out your orgasm. Your cunt grabbing his fingers like a vice but Hoseok is still dragging his digits along your walls to prolong the pleasure. His whole hand is thoroughly wet because you indeed, squirted like he asked.

It’s hard to comprehend if what you experienced was a fever dream or you actually blacked out for a few seconds because of how hard you came. You’re still breathing hard and you feel hoseok’s hand ease around your mouth. He’s pressing kisses along your decolletage, fingers till lazily moving inside you until you’re pushing them away.

“That was so hot. Thank you y/n, you’re the best.” You were getting whiplash from how he’d turned back into his sickly sweet self when he was just giving you the best orgasm of your life a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, w-well, I may not be able to walk out of here.” you can’t quite look him in the eyes yet. Not when he’d just fucked your brains out and real fucking was about to come.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ve had enough today so that’s for next time.” He smiles his 1000 watt smile at you before sucking the wetness off his fingers. Your face is so red you might pass out.

Next time?

[thekillerssluts]

The Story Behind Every Song On Will Butler’s New Album Generations

Will Butler has a lot on his mind. It has, after all, been five years since his solo debut, Policy. A lot can happen in half a decade, and a lot has happened in this past half-decade — much of it quite dire. Butler was in his early 30s when Policy came out, and now he’s closing in on 40. He’s a husband and father. And he’s shaken by the state of the world, the idea of being an artist and a soon-to-be middle-aged man striving to guide his family through the chaos.

At least, that’s how it comes across through much of Generations, his sophomore outing that arrives today. Generations is a big, sprawling title by nature, and the album in turn grapples with all kinds of big picture anxieties. Mass shootings, the overarching darkness and anxiety of our time, trying to reckon with our surroundings but the system overload that occurs all too easily in the wake of it. Then there are more intimate songs, too, tales drawn from personal lives as people plug along just trying to navigate a tumultuous era.

Butler is, of course, no stranger to crafting music that seeks to parse the cultural moment and how it impacts in our daily lives. Ever since Arcade Fire ascended to true arena-rock status on The Suburbs 10 years ago, they have embarked on projects that explicitly try to make sense of our surroundings. (Not that their earlier work was bereft of heavy concepts — far from it — but Reflektor and Everything Now turned more of a specific eye towards contemporary ills and trials.) But as one voice amongst many in Arcade Fire, there is a cinematic scope to whatever Butler’s playing into there.

On Generations, he engages with a lot of similar concerns but all in his own voice — often yelping, desperate, frustrated then just trying to catch a breath. Butler leans on his trusty Korg MS-20 throughout Generations, often giving the album a synth-y indie backdrop that allows him to try on a few different selves. There are a handful of surging choruses, “la-la” refrains batting back against the darkness, slinking grooves maybe allowing someone the idea of brief physical release amidst ongoing strife.

Ahead of Generations’ arrival, Butler sent us some thoughts on the album, running from inspiration between the individual tracks to little details about the arrangement and composition of different songs. Now that you can hear the album for yourself, check it out and read along with Butler’s comments below.

1. “Outta Here”

I think this is the simplest song on the record. Just, like, get me out of here. Get me fucking out of here. I’m so tired of being here. No, I don’t have another answer, and I don’t expect anything to be better anywhere else. But, please, I would like to leave here.

I can play plenty of instruments, and can make interesting sounds on them, but kinda the only instrument I’m good at is a synth called the Korg MS-20. That’s the first sound on the record. It makes most of the bass you hear on the record. It’s a very aggressive, loud, versatile machine, and I wanted to start the record with it cause I’m good at playing it and it makes me happy.

2. “Bethlehem”

This song partly springs from “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats:​ “What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” Like a lot of folks, I woke up after the election in 2016 mad and sad and scared and exhausted. This song is born of that emotion.

My bandmates Jenny Shore, Julie Shore, and Sara Dobbs sing the bridge, and it’s a corrective to my (appropriate?) freaking out — this isn’t the apocalypse. You’re misquoting Yeats. Get your fucking head on straight. History has not ruptured — this shit we’re in is contiguous with the shit we’ve been dealing with for a long, long time. But still, we sometimes do need an apocalyptic vision to make change. Even if it’s technically wrong. I dunno. It’s an ongoing conversation.

There’s a lot of interplay with backing vocals on this record — sometimes the narrator is the asshole, sometimes the backing vocals are the asshole. Sometimes they’re just trying their best to figure out the world. This song starts that conversation.

3. “Close My Eyes”

I tried to make these lyrics a straightforward and honest description of an emotion I feel often: “I’m tired of waiting for a better day. But I’m scared and I’m lazy and nothing’s gonna change.” Kind of a sad song. Trying to tap into some Smokey Robinson/Motown feeling — “I’ve got to dance to keep from crying.”

There’s a lot of Mellotron on this record, and a lot of MS-20. This song has a bunch of Mellotron strings/choirs processed through the MS-20. It’s a trick I started doing on the Arcade Fire song “Sprawl II,” and I love how it sounds and I try to do it on every song if I can.

4. “I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know”

This makes a pair with “Close My Eyes” — shit is obviously fucked, but “I don’t know what I don’t know what I don’t know what I can do.” I’m not a proponent of the attitude! Just trying to describe it, as I often feel it. In my head, I know some things that I can do — my wife Jenny, for instance, works really hard to get state legislatures out of Republican control. Cause it’s all these weirdo state legislative chambers that have enormous power over law enforcement, and civil rights, and Medicaid, and everything.

The image in the last verse was drawn from the protests in Ferguson in 2015: “Watch the bullets and the beaters as they move through the streets — grab your sister’s kids — hide next to the fire station…” It’s been horrifically disheartening to see the police riot across America as their power has been challenged. I’ve got a little seed of hope that we might change things, but, man, dark times.

More MS-20 bass on this one, chained to the drum machine. This one is supposed to be insanely bass heavy — if it comes on in a car, the windows should be rattling, and you should be asking, “What the heck is going on here?” Trying for a contemporary hip-hop bass sound but in a way less spare context. First song with woodwinds — rhythmic stuff and freaky squeals by Stuart Bogie and Matt Bauder.

5. “Surrender”

This song is masquerading as a love song, but it’s more about friendship. About the confusion that comes as people change: Didn’t you use to have a different ideal? Didn’t we have the same ideal at some point? Which of us changed? How did the world change? Relationships that we sometimes wish we could let go of, but that are stuck within us forever.

It’s also about trying to break from the first-person view of the world. “What can I do? What difference can I make?” It’s not about some singular effort — you have to give yourself over to another power. Give over to people who have gone before who’ve already built something — you don’t have to build something new! The world doesn’t always need a new idea, it doesn’t always need a new personality. What can you do with whatever power and money you’ve got? Surrender it over to something that’s already made. And then the song ends with an apology: I’m sorry I’ve been talking all night. Just talk talk talking, all night. Shut up, Will.

Going for “wall of sound” on this one — bass guitar and bass synth and double tracked piano bass plus another piano plus Mellotron piano. The “orchestra” is about a dozen different synth and Mellotron tracks individually detuned. And then run through additional processing.

6. “Hide It Away”

This song is about secrets. Both on an intimate, heartbreaking level — friends’ miscarriages, friends’ immigration status, shitty affairs coming to light — and on a grand, horrible level: New York lifting the statute of limitations on child abuse prosecutions, all the #MeToo reporting. There’s nothing you can do when your secret is revealed. Like, what can you do? You just have to let the response wash over you. If you’ve done something horrible, god-willing, you’ll have to pay for it in some way. If it’s something not horrible, but people will hate you anyway, goddammit, I wish there were some way to protect you.

This song has the least poetic line on the record, a real clunker: “It’s just money and power, money and power might set them free.” But it’s a clunky, shitty concept — the most surefire protection is being rich and knowing powerful people. But even then, shit just might come out. Even after you’re long dead.

Came from a 30-second guitar sample I recorded while messing around at the end of trying to track a different song. I liked the chords, looped them to make a demo. And the song was born from there. This is the one song I play drums on. Snare is chained to the MS-20, trying to play every frequency the ear can hear at the same time on some of those big hits.

7. “Hard Times”

[Laughs] I sat down and tried to write a Spotify charting electro-hit, and this is what came out: “Kill the rich, salt the earth.” Oh well. Written way before COVID-19, but my 8-year-old son turned to me this spring and asked, “Did you write the song ‘Hard Times’ about now, because we’re living through hard times?” No, I didn’t.

In Dostoevsky’s Notes From Underground, the narrator is a real son-of-a-bitch—contrarian, useless. Mad at the strong confident people who think they’ve got it figured out. And they don’t! And neither does the narrator — but he knows he doesn’t, and he at times yearns for some higher answer, and he’s funny, and too clever, but still knows he’s a piece of shit. I read Notes From Underground in high school and kinda forgot how it shaped my worldview until I sat down with it a couple years ago. The bridge on this song is basically smushed up quotes from Notes From Underground.

I was asking Shiftee, who mixed the record, if there are any vocal plug-ins I should be playing around with. He pointed me toward Little AlterBoy, which is basically a digital recreation of the kind of pedal the Knife use, for instance, on their vocal sound. It can shift the timbre/character of a voice without changing the pitch. Or change pitch without changing character. Very fun! Very much all over this track. Tried to make the bridge sound like a Sylvester song.

8. “Promised”

Another friend song masquerading as a love song. I’ve met a handful of extraordinary people in my life, who stopped doing extraordinary work because life is hard and it sucks. People who — I mean, it’s a lottery and random and who cares — could be great writers or artists, who kind of just disappeared. And it’s heartbreaking and frustrating. I don’t blame them. Maybe they weren’t made for this world. Maybe it’s just random. Maybe they’ll do amazing work in their 60s!

We tracked this song before it was written. Julie and Miles came over and we made up a structure and did a bunch of takes, found a groove. Which I then hacked up into what it is now! The bed tracks are lovely and loose. Maybe I’ll put out a jammier version of this song at some point. The other big synth on this record is the Oberheim OB-8, and that’s the bass on this one (triple tracked along with some MS-20).

9. “Not Gonna Die”

This song is about terrorism, and the response to terrorism. I wrote it a couple weeks after the Bataclan shooting in Paris in 2015. For some reason, a couple weeks after the shooting, I was in midtown Manhattan. I must have been Christmas shopping. I had to pop into the Sephora on 5th Avenue to pick up something specific — I think for my wife or her sister. I don’t remember. But I remember walking in, and the store was really crowded, and for just a split second I got really scared about what would happen if someone brought out a gun and started shooting up the crowd. And then I got so fucking mad at the people that made me feel that emotion. Like, I’m not gonna fucking die in the midtown Sephora, you fucking pieces of shit. Thanks for putting that thought in my head.

BUT ALSO, fuck all the fucking pieces of shit who are like, “We can’t accept refugees — what if they’re terrorists?” FUCK OFF. Some fucking terrified family driven from their home by a war isn’t going to kill me. Or anyone. Fuck off. Some woman from Central America fleeing from her husband who threatened to kill her isn’t going to fucking bomb Times Square. You fucking pieces of shit.

In November/December 2015, the Republican primary had already started — Trump had announced in June. And every single one of those pieces of shit running for president were talking about securing our borders, and keeping poor people out, and trying to justify it by security talk. FUCK OFF. You pieces of shit. Fuck right off. Anyway. Sorry for cursing.

I kind of think of the outro of this song as an angry “Everyday People.” Everyday people aren’t going to kill me. Lots of great saxes on this track from Matt Bauder and Stuart Bogie.

The intro of the song we recorded loud, full band, which I then ran through the MS-20 and filtered down till it was just a bass heart-pulse, and re-recorded solo piano and voice over that.

10. “Fine”

I kind of think that “Outta Here” to “Not Gonna Die” comprise the record, and “Fine” operates as the afterword and the prologue rolled into one. An author’s note, maybe. It was kind of inspired by high-period Kanye: I wanted to talk about something important in a profane, sometimes horribly stupid way, but have it be honest and ultimately transcendent.

In the song, I talk semi-accurately about where I come from. My mom’s dad was a guitar player who led bands throughout the ’30s and ’40s. In post-war LA, he had a band with Charles Mingus as the bass player. Charles Mingus! One of the greatest geniuses in all of American history. But this was the ’40s, and in order to travel with the band, to go in the same entrances, to eat dinner at the same table, he had to wear a Hawaiian shirt and everybody had to pretend he was Hawaiian. Because nobody was sure how racist they were supposed to be against Hawaiians.

Part of the reason I’m a musician is that my great-grandfather was a musician, and his kids were musicians, and their kids were musicians, and their kids are musicians. Part of the reason is vast generations of people working to make their kids’ lives better, down to my life. Part of the reason is that neither government nor mob has decided to destroy my family’s lives, wealth, and property for the last couple hundred years. I tried to write a song about that?

Generations is out now via Merge. Purchase it here.

https://www.stereogum.com/2098946/will-butler-generations-song-meanings/franchises/interview/footnotes-interview/

[1899-newsboy-strike]

The Unexplainable Pt 2 - A Twilight Love Triangle

The Unexplainable Masterlist

A/N: Just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the same title, it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from over three years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing Also rewriting this made me realize I used to never use punctuation for dialogue and always used the word “said” and I also always tried making my characters clairvoyant for some reason. This part also just has so much self projection from younger me

Warnings: bullying

Summary: The back stabber

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Once you got home you got your things from your car and went straight up to your room. You got your homework done as quick as you could, and started working on your art project. You had to be done by the end of the month, and you wanted to work as much as you could because you wanted it to be perfect. The teacher said that it had to be something from our imagination, and it could be anything you wanted, so you chose a wolf. You didn't know why, but you felt like that's what you needed to draw. You heard Bella's truck pull up in the driveway, and you quickly got up to lock your door. You sat down again continuing to sketch the wolf, when you heard your door knob jiggle followed by a knock on my door.

"Hey Cassie can I come in?" You heard Bella ask from the other side of the door. 

"No Bella, I'm kind of busy with something for school and I can't have any distractions, sorry!" You called out, continuing what you were doing before.

You technically weren’t lying, because you really did want to get a lot of detail into your project, but you also didn’t want to talk to her if she's going to talk about you behind your back, and act like she didn't do anything when you are at home. You were almost done with half of the sketch, and by that time it was already one in the morning, so you decided it was time to go to sleep before you had to go to school. You woke up four hours later, getting lunch ready for school and dressing in whatever you grabbed out of your closet. You grabbed an apple on the way out the door, eating it on your way to school. 

You’d always been the first one there, which you were more than okay with. You usually stayed in your car reading a book, so you didn’t mind not having the chaos of a crowded parking lot. You got out of your car and went to your first class when you heard the bell ring, pulling your attention away from the book in your hand, and you couldn’t help but hope today would be better than yesterday. You couldn't help but notice Bella with her group of friends when you walked by her car. She didn't even give a second glance at you when she saw you, and you felt like you shouldn't have even been there. If your own sister couldn't even accept you in front of people, then maybe you were a mistake.

You walked by the Cullen's and couldn’t help but notice Jasper staring at me with what seemed like pity. You couldn’t help but feel confused, knowing it must have been your imagination. When you were about to look away, you felt a tear run down your cheek and whipped it away quickly, looking down and continuing your walk to class. As usual you sat down in the back and just listened quietly while the teacher was talking about equations you already knew the answers to. You heard laughing and whispering before suddenly there was a paper was thrown on your desk. You unfolded it and it read, 'No one likes you, you freak go kill yourself. You're just a mistake that your parents probably didn't want to make.' As the day went on you got more notes, and your mood just got worse by the time lunch came. You were sitting at the lunch table, picking at your food, thinking about what everyone had been telling you today. You suddenly felt a wave of what felt like happiness or joy wash over you, but just as soon as it came, it was gone. You shook your head to clear the confusion, putting your head in your hands.

Unknowing to you, the Cullens were sat across the cafeteria, their full attention on you. Jasper could feel your emotions the most out of anyone in the cafeteria, and it caught the attention of everyone sitting around him. Rosalie had also taken a liking to you, despite your blue and red eyes, you had reminded her of her younger sister. It had been her idea for Jasper to use his gift on you, but when they saw it backfire, every single one of them was even more confused by you than before.

You couldn't take how you were feeling anymore and shot up out of my seat getting your stuff hurrying toward the trash can throwing your things away, going to my last period of the day, art. You had debated whether or not to skip that period since you had already finished the sketch, and just needed to paint it, but you decided to stay. You let out a sigh when you sat down in your spot, and got out black paint, painting the wolf as realistic as you could. Once the bell rang you had surprisingly finished and handed the finished piece to your teacher, turning in the assignment early. After you were done talking to the teacher you headed home the day never leaving your mind.

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It had been almost a week and everything had gotten worse, and you didn't know how much more of this you could take. You’d been dealing with it for too long, and you didn’t have any control over it. You’d been crying yourself to sleep every night, trying to keep quiet so your dad and Bella don't hear and ask questions. You've had depression ever since middle school when everyone started bullying you about your eyes. You wore sunglasses most of the time which was weird because Forks wasn’t sunny, but you thought it was better than people seeing your eyes. 

You let out a sigh, getting up from your bed since you couldn't get any sleep the night before and when you looked in the mirror and your eyes were still puffy from crying so you splashed water on your face hoping that would do something and started heading down to school. Once it was lunch you sat down eating and drawing whatever came to mind. After you were done, you looked at it and got confused. You’d drawn two sets of eyes, one was red and the other was a sort of golden color. You looked down at the picture confused before turning the page, drawing something else. This time it was a picture of someone but you couldn't really tell who it was. 

"So Bella, your sister seems to be getting weirder lately." You heard one of Bella's friends say. You had been fed up with them talking poorly about you, but you were too scared to ever say anything so all you could do was sit and listen. 

"Yeah she just doesn't fit in, she belongs in a circus or something am I right?" Bella joked and that got all her friends laughing. You looked down at your lap feeling the tears start to stream down my face.

Before you could even think about what to do, the bell rang and you headed off to art. Instead of going to art you just sat on the steps outside of school and rested your head on the side of the steps. You silently cried to yourself because you knew the bell would ring soon, and you weren’t going to let anyone see you cry so you hid your face. The stairs were pretty long so you weren't really taking up space, and if you wanted to go home you could just get up and walk to your car since you were right in front of the parking lot. You heard the bell ring and you let out a quiet squeak shaking. You heard footsteps from people walking by and heard various comments. 'Freak' 'Weirdo' 'Mistake' 'Go kill yourself' etc.  

You heard what sounded as if they were walking together not like the bundle of kids earlier. You moved closer to the side of the wall, shaking trying not to let out a sob waiting for whoever was walking to tell you something. You heard some of the footsteps continue but one stopped and stayed. You waited for whoever it was to tell me something but to your surprise they didn't. The person suddenly sat down beside you making you flinch when they put a hand on your back. You looked to your right a little to see who it was, and saw Rosalie. 

"Hey, why are you crying?" Rosalie asked. You just stared at her, not knowing what to say. You just shook your head, looking forward, not wanting to say anything. "Well Y/N, my family and I were wondering if you would like to come home with us because we wanted to talk to you about something." She explained. You thought about it for a while and you guess it wouldn't hurt. 

"I g-guess so" You stuttered out, and as you said that there was a screeching making your head shoot up to see what was going on. 

Your sister was about to be hit by a car and you didn't feel worried one bit. You actually didn't feel anything. You felt numb and you just laid your head on the side of the brick wall closing your eyes. Before you knew it you were in a house you’d never been in before, and were surrounded by the Cullen's. You looked around and the room alone was huge and you couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of it looked like.

"Hey Y/N, you fell asleep and you were coming here with us anyway so we just brought you with us." Rosalie explained, making you look over at her. You nodded and looked around at the Cullen family silently, not being able to find your voice. "What we wanted to tell you will have to wait until my dad gets home from work. Don't worry, I texted your dad and told him that you were going to spend the weekend with us and he was excited that you were making friends, so he said that it was fine and that he'd see you when you got home on Monday." Rosalie continued and you nodded again. 

When Jasper sat down on the couch next to you, you looked up at him. You looked in his eyes and suddenly images flashed before yours. It was of Jasper, but it looked like it was a long time ago. When you saw an image where he had been bit by something you flinched, and suddenly saw that he had red eyes, along with the many people around him. You almost felt crazy, feeling as though you were seeing things. 

"You're not seeing things." Edward explained, popping out of nowhere. You jumped from surprise, looked at him not knowing what he’d meant. 

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking at everyone around the room. 

"Let's sit down Y/N." Carlisle explained when he walked into the room, taking off his coat before sitting across from you. "We’re all vampires, and we may or may not know why your eyes are different colors, and we’re trying to figure that out. I'm looking into it to see what I can find out. Some of us have gifts. Edward can read minds, Jasper can feel and manipulate emotions, and Alice can see the future." Carlisle explained, making you nod in understanding. You couldn’t have helped but think it was cool, and Edward laughed making you glare at him. 

"Don't go through my thoughts or..." You paused for a little thinking. "I'll try to find a way to kill you if you do." You continued, laying back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling closing your eyes. You felt eyes on you, and looked up at everyone staring at you. "What?" You asked. 

"Well you took us being vampires pretty well." Alice explained making you shrug. You laid my head on the side of the couch closing your eyes once again. 

"I'm weird, you're weird. We're all weird here." You explained not being bothered. 

"Come on Y/N, you're sleeping in Emmet and Rosalie's room since that's the only one that really has a bed." You heard someone say making you sigh. 

"But I don't even have any clothes to sleep in." You mumbled tiredly as you started falling asleep on the couch. 

"That's fine, we'll find something, come on." Alice said excitedly. 

"Give me a minute." You mumbled, falling asleep before you could stop yourself.

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Many times? What could he possibly mean by that? “But, you haven’t been there since Savvy found you!” “I know, Ametrine, but...I tend to forget things if enough time has passed. It’s not as if I want to! But… some things I’d rather forget.” “Was this place one of them?” “Sort of, yes.” The words got the new gem to perk up, seeming to be unknowing of what could possibly be the cause for such concern. “I know there’s a lot of beasts here, but-” “That’s not what this is about. This is about your jeweler, Andalusite.” “Anda- hm...hm…” They looked at Seraphinite nervously at the mention of that gem’s name, then glanced down, as if trying to avoid the eyesight of someone that likely wouldn’t even see them. “Did he do something to you?” “Let’s not get into that. However, I...hah, let’s just say I was tasked to keep him safe. We all can probably guess how that went.” “I cannot, I don’t even know who they are.” “Oh! O-Of course you don’t, silly little me.” The other green gem nervously laughed, looking at the gem who still won’t give us their name. “Would you mind explaining? If I did, we would be here for a while.” “Yeah! Andalusite was a bit of a weirdo, and though I never knew him personally, he always seemed to be hiding a lot behind his smile! He said he’d keep us safe from the beasts, though...knowing now that it was really Mr. Sleepster over here… Hah...maybe he wanted this place to go to ruin? But, that doesn’t make any sense, considering that-” “He died, didn’t he?” I know I should not have assumed such, but given how they spoke of him… He seemed to be in pieces. “There’s not much that could have killed him, you know. Nothing orange, anyways. Weren’t they all just-” “It was a horde of them, Demantoid.” Seraph looked down, seeming a little guilty. “There was no way I was going to properly hold them all off.” “Yet your injuries came from...Chronicle? When so many beasts decided to attack two people, and two alone?” “Half-truths get one far in this world. It will get you far so long as you call yourself Tsavorite, hm?” It was said in a teasing manner, but… such a phrase just made me even more worried for him. “But...Ametrine said the wounds weren’t that major!” “Half-truths get one far.” he repeated with a sigh. It sent me into a confusion. And as the three continued to speak amongst themselves, I struggled to shake off my own thoughts. Lying by omission? Is that what this is? Was lying what everyone just so happened to do so well? What...what was this unsettling feeling, that nothing could be real at any given moment? “Demmie?” Ametrine’s voice made my gaze dart out of my mind’s commotion. “I-I’m fine, just… how do I know he’s actually dead, then?” “We found his shards. There’s no need to worry, lying about any part of that would mean my death! It’s not often a jeweler dies, and to witness it…” “You saw him get shattered before you?” “Mhm. Killed by quite an...odd gem.” Seraph narrowed his eyes as he tried to make sense of it. “Andalusite was weak already, so I have no doubt in my mind that this was done with ease… But the gem that carried out the deed was a citrine. It wasn’t like you, Ametrine, I can promise, but something felt… off about it.” Ametrine seemed to be hit a little too hard that a citrine carried this out, their eyes wide and staring at the one being carried. They seemed too scared to speak, even though it’s a well known fact that citrine is very common… it could “What was off about it, then?” I asked for the smaller gem. “It looked...perfect. Too perfect, for something meant to be the exact opposite.” “A-And the only means of that happening is...” The unnamed gem looked to the floor, spotting a very tiny piece of Mica once more. It was surrounded by a few friends of its own. “If the gem were to be synthetic.” “But, why would anyone want to make a beast?” “A-A freak accident, I think.” they answered for me, scratching an arm out of nervous habit. The Mica were following. As if they were listening to every last drop of information… I dare not disturb them now, as much as I should. I’m worried for this

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@just-patchy it’s your boY!!

I think there’s a little bit of swearing in here,,

I’m a sucker for angst with a happy ending

Wilting flowers

Not enough. It wasn’t enough!! Jay cursed as she lifted her magic pen again, reciting the incantation she’d committed to memory. A flurry of magic surrounded her, but still it refused to take form. Why? Why wasn’t it good enough?! She felt her frustration build up in the back of her throat, tears threatening to fall and she choked out the words again. The magic was weaker this time. It wasn’t fair! She was doing everything right! Annalise would be able to do this. She practically shouted the incantation one last time, magic flurrying around her in an explosion as she fell to the ground, dropping her magic pen.

“Mum? Are you ok?” A voice was at her side in an instant, laced with concern. Jay jumped, hurriedly wiping her eyes in an attempt to hide her earlier distress.

“Ah, Gian! What are you doing out so late?” She instinctively reached up to scratch behind his ears, but he grabbed her wrist, gently guiding her hand away. “What happened?” His voice was just as soft as usual, but it lacked the laziness. It sounded concerned, like he was pitying her. Looking down on her.

“I’m fine, I’m fine~ but shouldn't you be in bed? I want my favourite cat to be happy and healthy y’know?~” Jay was painfully aware of how forced and fake her voice sounded, and she knew it didn’t slip past Gian. He frowned at her, leaning in closer and peering in her eyes. “You don’t look so good.. if you couldn’t do the spell you should just give up y’know? Overworking yourself could hurt you..” he sighed, his expression turning a little bit playful, “if you really need me too I could carry you to bed~ a good son knows when to look after their mum after all.”

Jay knew that the comment was lighthearted. She knew he was trying to help her. But still… give up? What? Was he looking down on her? She didn’t need to give up! She just had to practice a bit more and it’d all be fine! Who did he think he was?! She slapped his hand away, gritting her teeth as she looked up at him, words spilling out before she could stop them. “Of course you’d be content with giving up. Someone as incompetent as you wouldn’t have a choice… but I have people who expect things of me! Unlike you, I have a reputation to uphold! So why don’t you just.. just keep your nose out of someone else business!” Her words were harsh. She flinched inwardly as she saw the mix of emotions cross his face. Sadness, confusion, anger. She felt sick.

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. His brow furrowed and he looked around, and then back at her. “All I’m doing is trying to help!” His voice was a bit too strained, and he was painfully aware of the Kuro building in the back of his throat.

As if on cue, it started snowing. The white flakes only making the scene feel more melancholy. Jay shot it to her feet, no longer trying to hide her tears. “Help?! By telling me to give up?! If I give up then I’m nothing! But I guess you'd be happy as long as I kept buying you food! Is that it?!”

Gian got to his feet too, his brow knitted as he clenched and unclenched his fists, biting the inside of his mouth. It felt as if all the air had disappeared, and suddenly the inside of his mouth felt very dry. “No! I’d be happy if you weren’t working yourself half to death! But you’d never care about what made me happy! You’re too busy trying to fuel some… some hopeless delusion that you’re better than everyone! Well you’re not! You’re just a normal human like everyone else!” He wasn’t aware when he’d started shouting, but suddenly he felt unable to tame his voice. He didn’t feel guilty at the way she shrunk in. The way he could see the pain and betrayal flicker behind her eyes. This was for her own good, and she had to figure it out some way.

“How could you ever understand..? You’re just some fucking street rat who somehow managed to live a bit longer than the others… you’re just another asshole who could never understand!! And what makes you so much better than me anyway?! Huh?!” Jay furiously wiped her eyes. Who did this guy think he was?! He wasn’t better than her! She could pick out so many things that she did better than him! So why?! Why was he looking down on her?! She thought they were friends! She thought that he’d understand!

“It’s just like you said! I’m just some street rat! I should’ve died ages ago! Because then there wouldn’t be anyone to stand up to you, right?! Because then you’d be able to scare everyone off with your tears and your shouting! You’d get them to pity you, just so that they wouldn’t stop you! But I’ve seen my fair share of crocodile tears! I’m not letting you get away that easily!” Now he was crying too. Proper tears that fell from his eyes to the ground and left marks on the slowly building snow. He knew that she was going through something, but still! Damnit, couldn’t she see she was hurting him too?!

“I never asked anyone to pity me! You can’t get in my way for fucks sake! If god never gave me any gifts then I just have to make them myself!” Jay was angry now. It was the kind of anger that she always tried so hard to repress. The kind that seeped under her skin and made her cry at night when no one was watching. But it was here now. It’d broken out and all the years of shame and disappointment had broken out with it.

“Stop blaming god! You just don’t wanna accept that you’re not the best at everything! You wanna blame some supernatural force so no one can blame you! But I’m standing here, blaming you!” Gian stepped forwards, grabbing her arm. He forced it to the side, glaring into her eyes. His own vision was slightly blurred with tears that he desperately tried to bat away.

“Get.. off!” Jay snapped, her voice sounding weaker than she intended as she jerked her arm away. She stepped backwards, trying to regain her balance, but the snow shifted beneath her feet and she found herself falling, pulling Gian with her.

Thud.

The ground was soft, a cushion of snow saving her back. But the cold came in like a wave, seeping through her skin and into her bones. She inhaled sharply at the sudden change in temperature, trying to make sense of the last few moments. That was until she realised.. “Gian?!” She shot up, eyes darting around the snow. Her eyes quickly landed on the cat boy, who was slowly sitting up, rubbing his head and pouting slightly. They made eye contact for a second.

“Eh?” Gian was about to say something when Jay practically tackled him into the snow, openly sobbing as she clung onto him. “Sorry.. I’m sorry! I- I was just—! I just wanted to— I wanted to be good enough..!” She sobbed, burying her face in his chest. “I said some really horrible things! A— and I didn’t mean it! You mean the world to me and I—!”

She was cut off by a soft giggle. Gian patted her head, his giggle slowly turning into a laugh. “You think sorry will cut it? Eh? You said some really mean things y’know?” He was slightly surprised at how calm his voice came out. He bit his lip as it trembled slightly, tears still falling down into the snow. “If you really wanna make it up to me, you’re gonna have to do more than that, y’know?” He purred slightly as he spoke, his tale flicking from side to side as a sign that he was fully relaxed.

“Eh?! No fair!” Jay sniffled and wiped her tears, pouting up at him, struggling to hide the smile creeping onto her face. “What do I have to do then? Master Gian! Please, have mercy~!” She giggled and reached up to pat his head, hand snaking behind his ears to scratch the, smiling at how his ears twitched and he started purring slightly louder.

“Hmmm…” Gian paused, pretending to muse, before saying, “maybe head pats would help?” He grinned and pulled her tighter into a hug, shaking off the thin layer of snow that had settled on his shoulders and head. He paused for a second, then with a sly grin he continued, “winters pretty, right?”

Jay paused, slightly confused, before nodding and making a grunt of affirmation. Gian continued, “but flowers are also really pretty too. So if winter comes around, all the pretty flowers die.” Jay furrowed her brow, blinking up at him a few times to show she didn’t understand where he was going with this. She opened her mouth to speak but he quickly shushed her.

“But it’s the flowers that bloom in winter which are the prettiest.” Gian paused, smiling like he was proud of himself, before frowning and saying, “I don’t really know where I was going with that…” his train of thought was cut out when Jay kept out a wail, burying her face in his chest and sobbing something practically inaudible and him being ‘so poetic’.

Gian laughed, getting to his feet and pulling her up, drinking in the familiar scent which never failed to relax him. “Next time you decide to be some weirdo freak perfectionist, maybe do it when it’s a bit less cold.” She shivered and shook off yet again. The snow was now falling heavily, numbing the tips of his fingers.

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who's kids? | stray kids chapter 1

a/n : Hello lovelies, wahhh I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the prologue(❁´◡`❁). Since I don't start school until next week I might be able to update a bit faster but don't quote me on that lmao, I am starting a new school so it might be a bit hard at the start but I will keep you guys posted! I love writing so if I'm not able to get a chapter out in time I'll at least try to get out little oneshots hear and there. Also, the member's hair colours are going to be from Gone Days (Woojin's hair is from the Double Knot comeback), anyways I'll stop boring you, enjoy!

prologue

genre : supernatural au, fluff, angst, doctor who au.

pairings : stray kids x reader

warnings : bullying, swearing, mild violence.

summary : y/n, though born with a gift, is lonely. She met a boy when she was young who promised to be her friend and then left her waiting for so long that she forgot him. But what happens when y/n can’t seem to get rid of these 9 attractive creeps outside her house.

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there you were again.

running.

they never seemed to leave you alone. You don't even know what the hell you did this time. School had just finished and as you were walking through the courtyard of the small school you were confronted by a group of delinquents.

"where do you think you're going freak?!" the leader spat at you.

"uhh, home? where else?"

yeah, you probably shouldn't have said. You watch as the kid’s face starts to change colour as his fists clenched.

"heh, you think you're so fucking smart eh? well, go on, run home, not like anyone is waiting for you." The leader's followers burst out laughing, hitting the guys back shouting "you got em'"

you didn't wanna deal with this shit anymore so you started to make your way onto the street, you were only a couple of steps away from the courtyard before you felt something hard hit your back. You stumbled a little and looked at the ground behind you,

it was a fucking rock.

And that's what brought you to the present, running from these idiots, trying to avoid the rocks and pebbles that have already started to leave new bruises. Your skin though soft was colourful with different shades of purple and brown. You had a couple of bandages on your knees, fingers and face, all colourful since your medicine cabinet at home only has multicoloured bandages.

As you were running down a particularly steep hill you slipped in some water, soaking your already ruined uniform.

"Is this town ever fucking dry? it never stops raining in this hellhole," you muttered bitterly as you saw a grey cloud beginning to form in the sky, a hard pebble to side snapped you back into reality and you looked back to see the 5 guys running down the hill. You let out a breath and started to run again.

you were reaching one the walls that surrounded the town and you tried to slide into an alleyway but was knocked into another dirty puddle.

"are you okay?"

before you could start to curse out whatever you bumped into you heard a calming male voice. You looked in front of you and saw a tall male around your age who had black hair and gorgeous features. 'since when did this town have a prince?' you thought.

he reached his hand out to you but you slapped it away, picking yourself up. making sure your satchel is secured on your person. As you looked at the male again you saw that he was not alone, there were about 5 other males behind him, all close in age and all very attractive.

One of them who had curly brown hair turned to you and his eyes widened.

"Hey, it's you!"

why was this young attractive man pointing at you? Oh god is he another bully? Frankly, you didn't want to find out since there were six tall males in front of you right now, all of their attention directed at you. So, without another thought you bolted, passing the pebble throwing idiots on your way.

after a couple twists and turns you jumped the village wall and took a breather. You then made your way to the abandoned playground.

"Dango! come here baby!" you called out to you friend.

Out came a big fluffy samoyed who ran towards you. Dango was your baby, even though he wasn't the size of a puppy anymore he would always be your baby.

"come on Dango, let's head home."

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It was starting to get dark and you sat in the kitchen with Dango by your feet. You were reading one of Oma Alice's books that were supposed to help you strengthen your "gift"

you let out a sigh and concentrated on the candle in front of you. You watch the once still flame start to dance, you let it grow bigger, shape itself into a little Pheonix. You smiled at your work, fire was always the hardest in your opinion, you were always scared to use it. Your concentration was broken by the alarming sound of loud knocking at the door.

You huffed as you watched the flame go out. "who the hell is at my door Dango." He just replied by sniffing your feet. You climbed over the table from your seat on the couch, yes you had a couch in the kitchen. You came to the entryway of the house, slipping on your slippers and pulling your hoddie closer to your body, no longer comforted by the warm house.

You opened the large door but kept all the latches attached so you could just peek outside. Your heart dropped as you saw the familiar faces of the attractive males from the alleyway, but now there was even more! 9 you could count.

"Uhm, what are you doing at my house?" you asked, not even trying to hide the bite of your tone.

The curly-haired male from before decided to speak up. "you don't remember me? I mean I know it's been a while but we made a promise to each other." His tone started to falter from its bright tone as he continued his sentence, it probably didn't help that you were giving him the stink eye the whole time.

"look dude I don't know you, so can you take your little gang and piss off" the male and his companions frowned a bit at your reply.

as you started to close the door mumbling "fucking weirdos" you missed the dejected look on the curly-haired boy. You made your way back to the kitchen only to close the large book and call Dango out from under the table, you weren't in the mood to practice anymore, the effects of the rocks starting to weigh you down.

You took a bath, you looked emotionless as you stared down at your body, the fresh scars and bruises on your legs and arms slightly stinging as you poked them. You got out of the bath and dried yourself off, applying new bandages here and there. After changing into a worn red jumper you made your way to your bedroom. Even though the house was huge and had multiple big bedrooms you only slept in a small dark room. It could just fit a double mattress on the floor and a cabinet that stored the small wardrobe you owned.

You collapsed onto the mattress face first, avoiding Dango how made himself comfortable at the end. You let out a sigh as you rolled over, placing your arm over your eyes. You felt miserable, but you didn't cry. You taught yourself to suppress your true emotions at a young age, only Oma Alice saw how you really felt, and even then you made sure your cries were silent every night. You knew you didn't belong, but for some reason, you couldn't leave.

You fell asleep without any thoughts in your mind.

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You sat in the garden, letting the butterflies fly around you. Dango was rolling in the grass and trying to chase bees. You had your eyes closed and were connecting with the earth, you loved nature, it came so easy to you, yeah water was fun and air was exhilarating, but earth kept you grounded, it was always your favourite and you could always be found in the garden making new flowers and taking care of older ones.

The garden was your safe haven, the only place you felt happy, where you felt at home. That is why you were quick to jump to your feet and ready to attack your intruders. You clenched your fist as the earth clenched around the males in your garden.

"Now you're stalking me?" you frowned crossing your arms over your chest. The 9 males were either looking at you in bewilderment or at their feet in annoyance. "Okay, why the fuck can't I move my feet?" A brunette in the back called out.

"Look y/n, I'm not trying to scare you but it's me."

"seriously Chan why are you still trying, are you sure she's even the same girl?" A male with light brown hair directed his comment to the curly-haired 'Chan'.

Before Chan could reply you spoke up. "Yeah you should listen to your friend, I don't know a Chan" you sent the males a scowl before releasing their feet, a couple of them falling to the ground as others stumbled. "Y/n please can you just try and rememb-" before Chan could get any closer to you you made a strong gush of wind push them away.

"Get the fuck away from me and my home!" you screamed, making the wind stronger, watching the males flee from your garden. You dropped to your knees, Dango coming to comfort you. Who are they, and why is this 'Chan' guy saying that he knows you, fucking creep.

You dragged your feet back into your the house, Maybe you could find answers somewhere in there.

you walked upstairs, looking at all the closed doors, you went to reach for a painted door, flowers were painted like they were bursting out from the room. You retracted your shaky hand and walked back downstairs. "Maybe the basement?" you made your way down the dusty steps and flicked on the light, you sighed pulling up your sleeves to start going through the boxes.

after hours of memories and mysteries, you are left with more questions than answers. You fell back on a pillow that somehow was down here. Dango was lying beside you. "I just want to have an answer, why can I never have an answer, I'm always plagued with questions but never given answers." After a few silent minutes, you shot up after hearing something hit the concrete ground with a loud crash.

You picked yourself up and made your way over to the mess. You shuffled through it, not finding anything that seemed to help you. You picked up a blue silk material and was met with shoes. your shoes, your red mary janes, not as shiny as you remembered but there they were. You picked them up and gasped.

“I-I uh, I like your shoes.” “you like them? my Oma got them for my birthday, aren’t they so pretty?”

you were hit with a wave of bittersweet memories, memories of Chris, memories of waiting, waiting for so long, for years, until you gave up and forgot. “see you soon Christopher”, how pathetic. You couldn't believe you trusted him, and you were so foolish to even start crushing on the boy you had only met once, How gross.

You let out a bitter laugh, "Chan, of fucking course". you got up and walked up the basement stairs calling Dango to follow. You put on sneakers and walked out the front door. You walked down the long driveway, Dango trotting beside you on the gravel. You reached the old medieval-looking gate and saw the nine males. You climbed the brick wall and dropped in front of Chan.

He looked at you and gave you a soft smile. You smiled back at him.

"Hey Chris"

"Hey y/n"

and then without a second thought, you punched him square in the jaw.

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Lucinda signing off

[geekygee01]

Searching for something, I can’t reach

Mouth full of white lies

Character/s: Reader, Nancy Wheeler, Barbara Holland, Jonathon Byers (mentioned), Will Byers (mentioned, Joyce Byers (mentioned) and a handful of small OC's

Pairings: You’ll see ;)

Warnings: Light angst, secrets, developing plot

Chapter Summary: For the first time in a long time the whispers at Hawkins High aren’t all about you. No, this time it seems all anybody can talk about is Will Byers and what could have happened to him.

Word Count: 1558

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‘I find comfort in suffering and certainty in death.’ Your eyes trace the words. It was one of the many quotes on the walls of your middle school English classroom. Most of them were bright colourful positive quotes with cute little pictures but this was always the one your eyes were drawn to. Maybe because, even at the age of 12 it was something you could understand, something you could relate to. You have it printed out and stuck on your own wall. It’s surrounded by other miscellaneous pictures and quotes. Most of which have changed throughout the years but that quote has been a constant for about four years now.

“You’re going to be late,” your eyes dart from the quote to your little sister standing at the edge of your bed.

You roll out of bed, untangle yourself from the sheets and hop around trying to pull on some semi-clean jeans from the floor. You then shrug on a jacket over the top of your brothers' old concert shirt.

“You’re wearing your pyjama shirt to school?” your sister eyes your outfit with disdain. She’s one to talk, what with her outfit. Does she think jeans tucked into long stripey socks, a frumpy sweater and a pink skirt over her pants looks any better?

“Technically? It was a t-shirt before I repurposed it. Think of it as bi-useful,” you put your shoes on and reach for your backpack, shoving books and loose sheets of paper into it.

“Bi-useful? Why are you so weird?”

“Keep that attitude up and I won’t take you to school,” you snap but she just rolls her eyes, neither of you believes that you’d leave her to fend for herself “ugh, let’s go!”

You both head to your brother’s old car. A shitty, beaten up pile of metal that survives on tape, super glue and prayers. You get in first, climbing over the passenger seat and into the drivers because the drivers' side door doesn’t open anymore.

“Floor it!” your sister grins wickedly.

“You know as well as I do that ‘flooring’ it means about 20 or a breakdown,” yet you press down on the gas pedal anyway hoping to get to school on time. You stop first at your sister school “bye Mara, I’ll be back around 4.” Then finally arriving at Hawkins High School.

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People are whispering in the halls, glancing around and sharing secrets, the newest gossip spreading like wildfire. But for once those weird side glances aren’t directed at you for the first time since the death of your parents nobody is gossiping about you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved that you’re finally being left alone or pity for whoever is on the other end of this new gossip.

You notice Barb and Nancy a few lockers down from you and make your way over to them. “Do you guys have any idea what’s going on?” you ask them. Nancy eyes you warily, the same look people have been giving you for years. Not that it matters, she was never really your friend, just someone you talk to because of Barb.

“Apparently Will Byers went missing,” Barb explains.

“Jonathon’s brother?” asides from Barb and Joshua, Jonathon is probably the only kid at this school who doesn’t look at you funny, doesn’t whisper about you or gossip or offer fake sympathy. “I hope they’re all okay.”

“They?” Nancy finally speaks.

“I hope Will’s safe, wherever he is, and I hope Jonathon and Mrs Byers are handling it okay. Must be so hard for them, to not know where he is or if he’s okay. Is Jonathon here today?”

“Probably not, he wasn’t here yesterday. People thought the two of you were off together, they probably regret it now, knowing why he was actually gone,” Barb stares awkwardly as Nancy talks, probably expecting what she’s going to say next “where were you yesterday?”

“Yesterday was the anniversary of the accident,” you look away from the two girls “didn’t really feel like being at school for it.”

“You don’t find that odd?” Nancy presses.

“Find what odd?”

“That your family’s accident and Will’s disappearance happened on the same day?”

“Nance..” Barb lightly scolds.

“I guess it’s a bit weird, but it doesn’t mean anything. Besides the day it happened, the disappearance of a boy in the woods and a fatal car accident have nothing in common.” Nancy looks like she’s going to say something else so you quickly cut in “look, I’ve gotta go finish some homework, sorry.” And with that little white lie, you turn and walk away, hopefully, no-one else realises the significance of the date to you and cause a whole new lot of rumours to spread.

“You know I heard you skipped school yesterday because you were getting in a turf war with another gang,” Joshua appears next to you, his look complete with bulky glasses an armful of books and a cheeky grin.

“Oh yeah,” you grin “and where’d you hear that?”

“Alright, I made that one up,” he tries to push his glasses up with the back of his hand, almost dropping all his books in the process. “But I think it’s pretty believable, you got that whole gang vibe going on.”

“Gang vibe?”

You make it to your own locker and put away the things you don’t need. “Yeah, you know. Smart and mysterious, no real friends or strong connections to anything. A tragic backstory and some sort of secret hidden behind the walls you’ve built up,” rolling your eyes at Joshua’s explanation you close your locker louder than intended to, causing peoples heads to snap in your direction. You grin sheepishly before turning and hurrying to your first class of the day. Hopefully, you can just put your head down, keep to yourself, and get through the day without any more trouble.

But alas, it just isn’t meant to be. Even with the new drama, Will’s disappearance has brought, you’re still on some people’s minds, and in their words. In homeroom, almost everybody around you is whispering about Will or Jonathon, but some are still talking about you. Suzie R is theorising as to why you weren’t at school yesterday, Michael P is trying to convince his friends that you and Jonathon are behind Will’s disappearance, Donovan is telling anyone who will listen that Will caught you having an affair with a married man so the two of you killed him to keep him quiet. Well on the bright-side, at least they’re saying new things about you, not talking about the same old recycled gossip; like ‘I heard she cut the brake lines in her parent’s car’ ‘I heard her father found out she was sleeping with an older guy and the whole thing wasmurder-suicidee’ or ‘Apparently she has mental issues and they were taking her to a psychiatric hospital when she freaked out and caused the accident’.

Why people feel the need to put their shitty insights on an already horrible situation is beyond you, but they always do. No matter how small the latest drama is you can bet all of Hawkins High has their own rendition of it. You just try and tune them out and get through the class.

Donovan corners you in between homeroom and first period, trapping you by the bubblers. People walk past and stare, some stop to see what’s going on, but nobody helps you. “S’up weirdo,” you roll your eyes and try to push past him “no need to spaz out, I just want yo ask you something.”

“What,” you glare up at him.

“Well did you do it?” he looks back at two of his mates who cheer him on.

“What exactly are you asking me to fess up to?”

“Did you kill the freaks brother?” he asks with a grin. Your eyebrows narrow and you clench your jaw, bringing the hell of your foot down hard on his toes. He staggers away from you with a shout.

“Don’t call me weirdo,” you seeth, taking a step towards him as he takes one back “don’t call Jonathon a freak,” another step “don’t make jokes about a serious situation,” step “and don’t say shit about any of us again.” You stomp on his foot one final time as he crashes into some lockers. You turn and walk away from him and the forming crowd and right out the front doors, school can miss you another day.

You slam your car door with a huff, sliding into the drivers seat and peeling out of the parking lot. You have no idea where you are going, you just want to get away. Away, away, away. You’re driving along through the woods, tall trees casting shadows on your car and leaves blowing along the road when something appears, no someone. They run out onto the road and raise their hands, your car hurtling towards them. You quickly slam your foot on the brakes, hoping to either stop before you hit them or slow down enough that they get out of the way.

You screech to a stop just shy of hitting the idiot crazy enough to jump in front of a car, you shake off the dizziness that came with thudding to a stop and peer out the windshield at said idiot.

“Will?”

[br0ken-writes]

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Ask: Hey😄 Can you write something with Jae but Vampire Au?

Part 1

Word count: 1550 (Part 2)

“Wear something pretty but not too revealing,” Jae tells you before hanging up the phone, you sigh deeply before looking at the time again “Might as well go for the free food” You shrug to yourself before getting up to check your closet for something nice to wear, why would Jae invite you to a fancy party of all things. It takes you a while but you finally find something nice but comfortable to wear and slip into it before doing your hair and makeup before heading over to his place for the party. You stop by the liquor store and buy a bottle of wine so you didn’t arrive at his house empty-handed. You pay the cab driver your fee before getting out and taking a deep breath of the cold night air, you looked around and saw all the fancy cars parked in front of the house Jae sent you the address. It was a nice house, two stories with a modern look and clean landscaping in the front, you wouldn’t be surprised if there were a big pool and hot tub combo in the backyard.

You approached the front door and took one more deep breath before ringing the doorbell and waiting, holding the bottle of wine tight in your hands that your knuckles turned white. You hear laughing before the door is opened by Jae, standing up straight in a very nice button-down shirt that showed his broad shoulders well and was tucked into his dress and shows just how long his legs were and holding a glass of red wine. His smile as he laughed seemed to trap your eyes on him and he stared at you “You came,” Jae said, smiling “I came for the free food” You clarified with him and he just nodded while pursing his lips “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone” He said before taking one of your hands in his and lacing your fingers together, he brought you to the living room and you were thrown into a room of many beautiful people surrounding you “Guys, I’d like to introduce you to my friend” Jae announced and everyone turned to look at the two of you.

“Ooh, is she the main course?” A very beautiful female asked before licking her lips and smiling “No, like I just said, this is my friend, y/n” Jae said and you gave a small wave to everyone “Hello, nice to meet you all” You say and give a small bow to everyone “What did she mean by ‘main course’“ You whisper is Jae’s ear and he just smiles “It was just a joke, she’s like that” Jae whispers back to you and you just nod “So when does the live course come?” Asks a boy loudly “Just to be clear, there is no live course today, we have our drinks” Jae says and raises his glass of wine to the room “You told me not to eat because there would be food” You whisper yell at him as he takes the wine from you and walks it over to a table with other drink options on it and sets it down “There is, everyone else is just expecting something other than what you’re thinking” He tells you “What does that mean?” You ask him, taking a step away and finding yourself a little scared by the situation you’re in.

“Does she not know, Jae?” A man comes up to you both and Jae lets out a small laugh as he pours you a drink “No, Sungjin, she doesn’t” Jae tells him and the man, now labeled as Sungjin, smiles at you “What don’t I know?” You ask both of them and another guy comes up “There’s no reason to be scared, we’re not hostile” He says which makes you step towards Jae again this guy is standing close to you “Wonpil, come on” Jae says, and holds your shoulder “What? I told her there was nothing to be scared of” Wonpil shrugs before walking away and it was then that you noticed something, everyone’s smiles so far, they all have pointed K9′s. “Jae, are you in some sort of weird cult thing where you all pretend you’re vampires?” You ask him straight out and Sungjin laughs loudly while Jae hangs his head “Oh honey, we’re not pretending” He says simply before walking away while still laughing “Thanks Sungjin, I was trying to figure out a way to tell her” Jae calls after him and Sungjin just waves a hand.

“What does he mean by you guys aren’t pretending? Jae, vampires aren’t real” You laugh and he finally hands you the drink he poured for you and you take a big gulp of it in hopes to get a little tipsy at least “Come on, we need to talk” Jae said, taking your hand again and leading you upstairs and into a bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he closes the door behind you before turning around to look at you and sighing “Look, there’s something you need to know about me” Jae says and sets his glass on a dresser that's near him “Yeah, you’re some freak who thinks he’s a vampire! I bet that’s why you became a nurse! So that you could be around blood like some weirdo!” You exclaim, standing quickly from the bed. He takes your drink away from you and places it on the dresser as well before holding your shoulder lightly “No, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not some wanna be freak” He says sternly making you laugh like a crazy person.

“What? Are you going to suck my blood to prove it? Or maybe turn me into a vampire myself?” You taunt him and laugh as you push his arms off and pace around the room “Well come on, prove it” You say and extend one of your arms towards him “Go ahead and prove to me vampires are real and you’re one of them” You say, almost screaming now. “If you won’t, I can” You hear a women's voice say and notice the women from downstairs standing at the door and smiling at you “Get out of here, Chiyong” Jae yells and pushes her out the door before closing it again but locking it this time “I’m leaving, you’re all insane” You say and head towards the door “Just stop for a minute” Jae yells, grabbing your shoulders again and holding you against the door, bearing his teeth at you and his eyes now glowing a light red. You’re frozen in the moment and can’t move, your breathing has quickened, heart beating fast, and you feel weak in the legs.

Jae lets you go, stepping away from you and closing his eyes “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” Jae sighs and looks at you again, his eyes back to their normal color “Is this some kind of joke, Jae? What do you get out of this” You ask him in a small voice, feeling like a little child and hating it. “No, y/n, I’m being serious right now and I don’t know how to prove to you otherwise without you believing me,” Jae says, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands now “Okay Jae, say I did believe you” You say, walking towards him and sitting next to him “Why did you want to tell me?” You ask quietly and he now looks at you “I don’t know, I guess I just felt lonely”  He says in almost a whisper and you feel your heart drop. “How? It seems like you have lots of friends” You ask in the same volume “What? Those people downstairs?” He says and laughs before standing “Most of those guys are assholes, I also just wanted someone who didn’t always have to be on and feel like a vampire all the time” He says “Okay, and what about the other girls from work? It’s not like we were the closest anyways” You ask “I felt like you would be the one to understand me the most” He said, looking you right in the eye.

“Plus, those girls probably would have thought it was some weird kink I had,” He says, making the two of you laugh now and change from the serious mood “Look, Jae,” You said, standing in front of him and keeping eye contact “I don’t know if I really believe you but I’m willing to compromise and be friends” You tell him and he smiles softly at you “Thank you, y/n” He says “Now kiss!” The two of you hear someone yell making both of you look out the window to see one of his friends from downstairs “I’m about to ban you from my damn house, Brian!” Jae yells, grabbing a book and throwing it at the window where it phases through the glass and hits the guy. “It’s Younghyun!” The guy yells from the ground “It’s fucking Brian, deal with it!” Jae yells back, you walk over to the window and notice no place for him to have been standing or hanging from “Was he.... floating?” You ask and while pointing out the window and he chuckles “Do you believe me now?” He asks.

[sxance]

You’re lying on your bed scrolling idly through social media on your phone when you hear a knock on your door.

“Yeah,” you call.

“It’s Vanya,” says a voice on the other side.

What on earth could Vanya want with you? “Dave’s not here.”

“I know,” she says. After a brief pause, she continues, “Can I come in?”

You hesitate for a moment, and then sigh. “Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

The door opens in your periphery and your sister steps in and closes it behind her. She walks over to the foot of your bed and sits down. You move your legs to let her sit, but you don’t look up from your phone. It’s unsettling to look at Vanya now, with all the color sapped out of her, leaving her too white, uncannily white. If you looked into her eyes, you’re sure all you’d see was white, surrounding two dark pupils, deeper than black holes.

Maybe you’re being overdramatic. Whatever, you still don’t look at her.

“So, what do you want?” you ask.

“I just wanted to talk,” she says, throwing you for a loop, because that’s the last thing you’d expect her of all people to say to you of all people. “We’ve barely said a word to each other in years.”

“I thought that was by design.”

“Yeah, I know, you’ve been avoiding me.” You imagine her rolling her eyes, and her exasperated tone leads you to believe you’re right.

“And here I thought you were the one avoiding me.” You stop your scrolling for a moment to repost something and then continue.

“Why would I be avoiding you?” she asks.

“I was under the assumption you wanted nothing to do with me, considering I did get you shot.” If you were her, you’d want nothing to do with your brother if he impersonated your father to give your other brother an opening to shoot you. But maybe that’s just you.

Vanya sighs. “Yeah, okay, I guess I was mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I hate you,” she adds. “Though you have every reason to hate me.”

“What, because you tried to kill us all? That pissed me off for a minute, not gonna lie.” You loudly exhale and rub your face with your left hand. “Wasn’t too thrilled about all the shit you wrote about me, either.” She’s silent, so you continue. “But no, I don’t hate you. I can’t hate any of you weirdos, as much as I’d like to.” Insert some heartfelt comment about family bonds here, because you’re not doing it.

“Excuse me, who’s the weirdo, Mr. I See Dead People?” She continues, “I didn’t know you read Extra Ordinary. I didn’t think you read at all, actually.”

You shove her with your foot for that comment, and she pushes your leg away. You shove her again. “God, stop, your feet are cold as hell! It’s like being touched by a corpse!”

“How do you know what a corpse feels like.” Finally, you bite the bullet and put down your phone to look at Vanya. It’s not as uncomfortable as you’d thought it would be, but it’s still weird as hell to think that the sister you grew up with now looks like some shitty B horror movie ghost. “I heard the striking reviews from the others, so I decided to give it a read for myself. Did you really have to tell the world that I’m the most broken out of all of us and also the universe’s biggest asshole? That stung.”

She looks down at her hands, pulling at the hem of her shirt. “I wrote a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have,” she admits. “But I was just so... angry isn’t the right word.”

“Bitter?” you suggest.

Her head jerks up, startled by her comment, but then she sighs and nods. “Yeah, bitter.”

“Makes sense.” You pull yourself upright until you’re leaning against the headboard. “Considering the six of us ‘thought we were better than you in every way.’“

“Okay, I get it!” she groans. “Are you sure you’re not the one who’s bitter?”

“I said that I didn’t hate you, not that I’m not bitter. And honestly? I thought you thought you were better than us,” you add.

“What?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone look more confused.

“Because you were ‘normal.’“ Or so you all thought. “You got to get out of missions and help Dad train the rest of us freaks while you looked down on us, Little Miss Perfect Normal Vanya.”

“You know that’s not true,” she says, looking and sounding hurt. “You know he was just as horrible to me as he was to you.”

“Yeah, I know that now, but when we were kids? I didn’t know shit.” You pause for a moment. “I wanted to be normal, too,” you eventually admit, quieter. It’s something you’d never say to your other siblings, who’re proud of their powers, who aren’t tortured by them day in and day out. But you think Vanya out of anyone would get it. After all, she wanted to be like you.

“Oh,” she whispers, eyes widening, because she does get it.

Neither of you say anything for a while after that.

The silence is awkward. Vanya’s gaze wanders around the room, looking for something to stare at that isn’t you. You pick at your nails. The polish is starting to chip, you need to get them redone.

“So,” Vanya starts after what feels like ages. You glance up at her as she continues. “How’s, uh. How’s therapy going?”

“Fine,” you say.

“Does it help?” she asks. “Having someone to talk to about what you’re going through?”

“It does, yeah. He’s been teaching me some coping mechanisms, too. Ones that don’t involve drugs.” Now it’s your turn to look away again. Nobody else ever asks you about therapy, you hadn’t expected Vanya to, either. Today is just full of surprises.

“That’s good,” she says. “Do those help?”

“I don’t know, probably.” You shrug, and then add, “I haven’t actually tried them yet.”

“Klaaauuuuus,” Vanya says, exasperated. “You need to actually do the things you learn in therapy for it to work.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you retort. “I just keep forgetting when shit happens. Maybe I need to write a list of them on my arm or something.”

“Yes, do that!” she says, shoving your legs for emphasis. “Or I’ll do it for you in your sleep.”

“I don’t sleep,” you deadpan.

She blinks at you, and then, surprisingly, bursts into laughter.

“What? I don’t,” you repeat, and she just keeps laughing.

“I’m sorry, it’s just,” she breathes out between laughs. “The way you said it was so funny.”

“You always said my jokes weren’t funny. Even though that wasn’t a joke.”

“Death jokes aren’t funny.” She rolls her eyes, but she’s still grinning.

“And insomnia is? Geez, get your priorities straight.” And she says your sense of humor is bad.

“Fine, I’m sorry I laughed,” she says, and then sighs contentedly. “You know, I missed hanging out with you,” she continues. “We really haven’t since we were kids, before you and Ben became practically inseparable.” You try not to wince at the mention of your dead brother. She looks like she notices, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah, you’re right. We haven’t. Not since the old man caught us after hours that night. You remember, right?” you ask.

“Of course I remember. You snuck into my room so we could paint each other’s nails.” A nostalgic smile makes its way onto her face.

“And then Dad realized I wasn’t in my room. I hid under your bed, but he found me anyway.” You’d pressed yourself against the bottom of her bed for dear life, hoping he wouldn’t see you down there, but of course Dad knew everything.

“And then you kicked him in the shin, and we booked it to Griddy’s,” she breathes out a laugh. “We ate like kings that night.” You’d scrounged up your pocket money and the two of you gorged yourselves on donuts like you were prisoners on Death Row and it was your last meal. Which might as well have been the case, after Abhijat found you. Was that really twenty years ago?

“God, Dad was so pissed. Worth it, though,” you add.

“That’s when he started locking our rooms at night,” Vanya continues, the smile sliding off her face. “Goodbye, overnight adventures.”

“What, you never took the window?” You’d started going out the window practically all the time after he locked your door. Of course, he always found out anyway.

“No, it was too high up! How did you use the window?” You float above your bed as an answer, and she puts her face in her hand. “Right, of course. Lucky you,” she adds.

“I still got caught, though.” You lower yourself back onto the bed, crossing your legs. “Until he eventually locked the window. But by then I could pick locks, so it was kind of a moot point.” You were such an asshole when it came to locks. You made a point to leave your door and window wide open when you left to let him know he couldn’t keep you anywhere you didn’t want to be. And then eventually you pissed him off one too many times, and he kicked you out himself.

“Again, lucky you.” Vanya brushes her bangs out of her face. “I’d’ve given anything to be able to do that.”

“I thought we already established that,” you reply.

“...Do you still want to be normal?” she asks.

“Depends on the day,” you answer. “Are you glad you’re not normal?”

She hesitates. “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s still so confusing,” she adds, and then sighs. “But I also hurt people with the same powers I wanted for so long. So maybe I was better off without them.”

“Yeah, you tried to do the same thing Dad trained the rest of us our whole lives to stop. Good job,” you say with a sarcastic clap. The look Vanya gives you is not a kind one. “But then you wanted to stop it,” you add, “so kudos, I guess. Not as bad as you could’ve been.”

“Are you ever going to let that go?” she asks.

“Sure,” you say. “When I die.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

The two of you continue to talk for some time, until Vanya finally bids you goodbye and leaves you alone again, leaving you... conflicted.

You can’t say you’re not glad to finally talk to your sister again, but you can’t help but still be wary around her.

You’ll... you’ll figure it out. Probably.

Yeah, probably.

[moeruhoshi]

Sequal to my first NaLu week tribute (ง🔥Д🔥)ง

http://moeruhoshi.tumblr.com/post/176069831029/its-nalu-week-so-i-wanna-share-something-i-wrote

^first chapter

Pairing: NaLu

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Lowkey femdom, embarrassing ass shit, good eats

Rating: 18+

Words: 7,055

Lucy groaned as she blinked her weary eyes, slowly waking up and stretching her arms above her head. She hissed as she turned onto her side, her hips remembering the stress of the night before marred her body with soreness. A rough hand gripped her waist, pulling her against a warm body, her mind thrumming with the thought of the man that laid beside her.

"I lost control last night, didn't I?" She groaned into her pillow, pulling her blanket to hide her face as she flushed at the memories.

"You have no idea how fucking delicious you smell right now, Luce," Natsu growled, his eyes boring into hers as he hungrily abused her inner thigh with his sharp teeth. Lucy licked her lips, savoring the light onset of his kisses, running her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

"H-Hurry up, you demon..."

"With what, Lucy?" His voice was rough, her legs quaking as Natsu neared her dripping core at a tantalizingly slow pace. She tossed her head to the side, her back arching as Natsu bit her softly. "What do you want?"

She fisted his scalp and pulled him away from her, forcing him onto his back as she crawled over his frame. Natsu grunted huskily as she caged his head in between her thick thighs.

"You're messing with an impatient woman." She grinned wildly as he purred, his hands gripping her hips and relished in the delicate feeling. He smacked her ass with an erotic force, gripping the creamy skin of her behind as he dipped his tongue into her honey center. She clutched her breasts as she moaned, bucking her hips wantonly. He swallowed and lapped obediently, his mouth full of their mixed juices.

She blushed at the remembered scene, when had she ever been so dominant? She wasn't sure, but she wouldn't mind being in control again. Lucy shook her head of that embarrassing thought and turned onto her other side to get a closer look at her pink haired playmate. His arm still draped over her, she was practically pressed against his chest as she met with his closed eyes, surprisingly long lashes, and ruffled bed hair. She giggled as she watched him drool, noting that whatever kind of sex monster she was with last night, had a surprisingly adorable side. Maybe she hadn't really taken in his looks before, when they spoke at the bar, she could barely keep her eyes off the floor. And when they danced, she knew that her vixen had taken over for its long-awaited meal, she knew it wouldn't be paying attention to detail. While they had made endless love, there wasn't anything more than the heat of his eyes she could properly remember. Aside from the delicious ways he marked her body. (She'd never forget those).

Lucy sighed as she laid her head against his chest, reveling in its tautness, dragging a finger in the ridges of his defined arm muscles. She hadn't realized how she missed waking up next to someone. She had been with Dan far longer than she should have been, there was no way in hell she missed that freak, but she missed little things like this, not that Cana so graciously tried to fill that void for the blonde. She just liked the pure feeling of another close to her since she had been so starved for attention as a child. She was grateful for what Natsu had given her again and would be disappointed when he was to wake up and leave. This is why she didn't do one night stands, they were too hard on her heart. Even though she would enjoy more meals this way.

Although, she did have some questions to ask before letting him leave. She was referring to what precisely the pink haired demon was doing, drinking her dry like that. She could live without blood, she really only needed sex to power herself, so she hadn't minded when he did. She was surprised to find out she had really hooked up with another supernatural, one would usually be able to see these kinds of things beforehand. Maybe she had been more drunk than she thought.

She yelped suddenly, Natsu's arm pulling her flush against him, his lips ghosting against her forehead. "You stare too much, ya know."

"O-Oh sorry, I didn't know you were awake…" She laughed nervously, gulping as he peeled away from her, his hidden eyes now blinking down at her. Their deep onyx color sprinkled with emerald flakes surrounding his pupil astonished her, she had never seen such a beautiful color in someone's eyes before.

"Well, you've been squirmin' around and gigglin' on your own there for a while so I didn't think I should interrupt." He smirked as she blushed, wiping the drool from his cheek. She liked his dialect, it was rare for her to hear someone speak so informally, especially with the way she was brought up.

"S-Sorry about that," Lucy said shyly as the two continued to stare at one another, the air still for a moment as they took in the appearance of one another.

"What are you?" Natsu asked suddenly, breaking the silence between them. She was about to ask the same thing.

"A succubus," She said as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the color of her cheeks failing to extinguish as his eyes widened. "Purebred."

"Eh, I didn't think there were any pure breeds left lyin' around Magnolia. Sure does explain a lot of last night, you're one wild girl." Natsu snickered as she pouted, slapping his chest lightly.

"I'm not usually like that, thank you very much… It had just been a while since I let myself eat properly is all." She huffed as his laughter died down.

"You don't feed yourself? Sheesh, makes sense why I was gettin' low on energy for a little while there." He hummed, one hand coming to caress my cheek as he stared absently at her.

"W-Well, what about y-you, Mister Drink-Me-Dry?" Lucy stuttered at the warm feeling of his palm, she was seriously acting like a high schooler right now.

"Half-dragon, half demon." He shared with a grin, red scales flashing against the side of his for a moment before disappearing.

"Oh, that's a rare crossbreed." She took slight delight in the short appearance of his transformation, she would have loved to see more. "How interesting…"

"Not as interesting as you, Miss Sex Eater, I was wonderin' why your eyes looked different this morning." He said, leaning in to get a better look at the brown orbs. "How can you survive without blood anyways?"

"Obviously because I'm a s-sex eater." She muttered and crossed her arms as he pulled his hand away. "You gave me enough energy to sustain myself without it."

"Wow, so this is like a two-way street, huh? I can snack all I want on ya, and you can get all the sex you need from me." He said with a proud grin as if the idea hadn't wholly mortified the blonde.

"E-Excuse me?! How could I agree with something as vulgar as that?!" She guffawed, springing up from her place beside him. His grin grew for a moment as he eyed her body, her hand instantly moving to cover herself with the blanket.

"This way I don't have to mess with the humans, and you don't have to go around starvin' yourself and lookin' for the next best dick. Trust me, you won't find someone who can keep up with you like I do." He reasoned, his gross logic somehow making sense to her. She did like feeling at her one hundred percent again, and she definitely enjoyed the sex with Natsu, but they were immortal. Was it smart to attach herself to someone like him?

"I don't even know you, Natsu." She huffed, scooting to sit against her wall so she could align her back properly. "A-Anyways, we don't love each other either."

"We've literally got all the time in the world. I'm sure I can get you to look my way." He rolled his eyes as he sat up. She giggled slightly at his words, trying not to make it obvious that she was staring at his chest. Goodness did her other side know how to pick 'em. He even had battle scars, she was weak for battle scars.

"I'll think about it… though I might not be against it." She said with a fake glare, Natsu's features suddenly filled with a boyish grin spreading across his face. "...You sure don't seem like the same person as you were last night."

"Well, that's because I was on the hunt, weirdo. I'm not always trying to stalk and sex up a girl." He scoffed, making her blush for the umpteenth time. Would it be so wrong to seriously consider such an arrangement with a total stranger...? Especially one that often made it his pass time to eat random women. She wasn't the type to take risks like this out of nowhere, but he was stupid good at making her feel stupid good, and she knew she was undeniably hooked on that stupid good feeling.

"I suppose I should shower now, I'm still a bit sticky from last night." She said as she crawled past him, pulling the blanket with her.

"You know I've seen you naked, right? No need to be embarrassed." He chuckled, his manhood now on full display as he crossed his legs. She unconsciously licked her lips, it was hard not to appreciate what was right in front of her.

"I-I just think things might start up again if you see me." She answered honestly, turning to go into her bathroom. Natsu quickly grabbed the end of the sheet before it slipped off the bed and yanked it away, leaving the poor Heartfilia girl exposed to the air.

"You might be right," The deep growl in his voice had returned as he stared at her delicious and embarrassed state. "You look all kinds of tasty in the daylight."

"D-Don't say that!" She whined as she walked swiftly into her bathroom, her hips swaying a bit more than usual. She could feel it rising like bile as she shut the door, Mavis did she want to toy with him. Her more rational thoughts were saying to actually sit down and have a meal with this guy before she made any decisions to have a sleeping arrangement with him, but Maaaavis did she want him! She tried to shake her head of these thoughts as she turned on the water, flushing her face with cold water to wake herself up from her lame ideas. She washed the dried love juice from her inner thigh, some still fresh inside and flowing down into the drain. What she wouldn't give for another creampie… She often became obsessed with semen, it was like a light snack for her kind. Any amount would be simple enough to push her into overdrive, and Mavis, she was getting there. Her skin crawled with sudden chills, her body shifting into a more sensitive one, her tongue out and panting as she rubbed her legs together.

"I can smell that, missy! You sure you don't want me takin' care of that for you?" Natsu called from the bed, her cheeks burning as she weakly fell against her shower wall. Dammit. Though it's not like it was all bad, she wouldn't have to clean up their mess if they were screwing around in the shower.

"H-Hurry up…!" She cried, her mind falling victim to her better instincts to devour the boy. She really couldn't stop herself once she got going...not that she wanted to either way.

Natsu pushed open the door with a slight force, his eyes grinning as he pulled open the glass door to her shower and stepped in. The water splashed against his thick chest, rolling down and coating the rest of his body with lukewarm water. She bit her lip eagerly as he took her in both arms, one hand reaching to caress her cheek while the other gripped her lush bottom. His hips ground against hers with mouth-watering friction as he lowered his head to allow their lips to hover over one another.

"I knew you couldn't resist, slutty girl." Her heart pounded at the nickname, oh was she a fan of nicknames now. He hungrily pressed their lips together, her arms wrapping around his neck to push herself into him even further. Her mouth ached for his tongue, greedily pulling it in as their bodies fell into rhythm. She moved her tongue fervently down his body, her target his growing hard-on that began to drip beads of precum. She licked her lips as she held his shaft, lips pressing against the pink head as she begged for the meal hidden within him.

"Oh already? You move fast when you're horny." Natsu grinned as she swallowed him, her eyes glued to his as she bobbed her head up and down. She couldn't help herself, it had been too long since she had fed so pleasantly, she wanted the food she didn't know she had missed. He groaned as she teased her way down his cock, her lips wrapping around his groin as she delighted herself from his constant gasps and moans. His hand fisted her hair roughly as she moaned against the tip of his member, thrusting sadistically into her mouth again. Her eyes watered, watching his dark eyes and sharp snarl as he finished himself off against her tongue. Now that was what she wanted. She happily drank his spunk as he pulled his dick from her warmed cavity, her tongue reaching for what still stuck to him. Kissing up his waist, she mewled wantonly, her lips caressing his nipple as he panted, eyes hungry for him.

"I want more, Natsu~" She whined, flashing a sultry look at him as she lapped lightly against the pink bud, tweaking the other slightly. "You can give me more, right?"

"You're gonna get it alright." He growled, pushing her away and forcing her against the tile wall. She mewled as his tongue splayed against the plain of her back, his teeth nibbling softly into her skin as he trailed down her body, his lips stopping to kiss and suckle the sensitive spots he had marked last night. She moaned as he especially paid attention to her delicate behind, massaging and spanking her smutty ass in efforts to rile her up. Though he knew if he weren't reliving her soon, she would gladly force him down to get his mouth to comply. Which he rather enjoyed the few times she had last night.

"N-Natsu…!" She cried as he drank her indulgent honey, hands spreading her thighs apart as he feverishly attacked her pleasure center. He smacked her supple behind, greedy for more of her lewd sounds. The back of his head tapped lightly against the wall she was pressed against as Natsu maneuvered into a new position. He sat with his legs crossed, holding Lucy's open as he pulled her away from the wall, watching as she bit her lip at the sight of him in between her. He grinned as he spread her inner lips, his mouth watering at the sight of her dewy folds. Her eyes flashed hungrily down at him as he slowly dragged his tongue against her perverted core and latched his lips onto her bundle of nerves begging for attention. Lucy buckled at her knees, her hand going to fist his pink locks as Natsu helped keep her upright. He lapped salaciously as she writhed above him, his ears filled with the sound of her pleas for release and shudders of euphoria. She mewled as two digits were thrust into her, the movement of his tongue matching the friction of his fingers, the coil in her stomach tightening as his hand warmed up. Fuck, she forgot he could do that. Natsu grinned as she arched her back and held his head firmly in place as she came into his heated palm.

"You sure are sweet, Luce." He smirked, licking the sticky cream from his fingers as she watched him with the eyes he had already been well acquainted with. He might have developed a kink for pulling out this side of her.

"I'm starting to fall of that mouth of yours." Lucy sighed as she dropped into his lap, taking his hand from his lips to clean it herself. He grunted as her other hand gripped his newly formed boner, eyes locking with his as she continued to lap at her juices.

"You're really fired up, huh?" Natsu shuddered as his dick penetrated her folds, Lucy guiding it steadily into her.

"I can't help it," She moaned as his tip hit the deepest part of her, the demon surrendering as Lucy began to move on her own. "Your body is such a turn on."

Natsu was silenced by the fierce onslaught of her lips, his spirit grinning as she ground down on his cock. His throat rumbled with carnal lust as she bounced on his lap, his canines gripping her bottom lip to draw out what blood had regenerated in her. The red liquid slowly filled his mouth as their spit swapped, slowly refilling his energy and the desire to give the girl what she had asked for. Natsu latched onto the sensitive crook of her neck as his hands gripped her soft hips eagerly before pounding into her suffocating folds. Natsu took an obsessive delight in seeing her ahegao as he rammed wildly into her. The water from the showerhead continued to soak the two, creating a wet heat Natsu was able to manipulate between them. He felt the fire in his belly dancing dangerously within him, the dragon side he often suppressed while with a woman was attempting to take control and ravage the slutty girl begging for her ache to be relieved. His lips captured her pert nipple, Lucy gasping as she finally received the attention her breasts were craving. He felt his eyes slip into their counterpart as her scent filled his head as well as the sight of her wet eyes and drooling mouth. He dropped a hand to pleasure her sex as he continued to toy with her soft globes and thrust hungrily into her. Natsu wasn't dumb when it came to how he felt or what his body was telling him, although there were a couple of people he knew that would claim otherwise, it wasn't long after Natsu learned that Lucy was a supernatural as well, that something inside him wanted her. And he knew he'd have her.

"I-I-I'm…! N-Natsu…!" He was rough with her as she neared her climax, her mind filling with his endless drilling and torture against her most sensitive place. Natsu's groan was drowned out as Lucy recaptured his lips, the pink haired demon releasing his seed vigorously and chain reacted the blonde's orgasm. Her release came roughly as his cum coated her inner walls and fed her thirsty body, the vixen disappearing from her pupils as Natsu's last shot of his spray filled her womb.

"You alright there, Luce?" Natsu hummed as he removed himself, her head resting on his chest for a moment.

"Just wrapping my head around what we just did," She sighed, spirits lifting as Natsu let out bubbly laughter.

"You shouldn't feel bad, y'know. You were hungry, yeah?" He smiled as she looked at him with a pout.

"I don't think that really excuses my behavior…" She whined, pushing herself out of Natsu's hold.

"You're allowed to feed from me all you want, ya weirdo. Didn't I say my body was yours?" He smirked as she blushed, biting her already healed lip as she looked at him.

"I suppose this arrangement might not be all bad then," She humphed, her cheeks flushing a brighter red as she felt Natsu's semen begin to flow out of her.

"We should get cleaned up now. Otherwise, I might get hot again lookin' at you waste all that good honey." He snickered as she glared at him, standing up to help her to her feet.

~000~

"So, what were you thinking about that got you all worked up again? Last night I hope." His grin pulled across his features as she rummaged through her drawers to find the clothes Juvia's boyfriend usually left behind when he visited.

"What if I was?" She flushed at her words, peeking at his wild smile, shivers trailing down her back. Were demons always this sexy? She wished she knew before spending so much time looking for men on the pure side of her kind. He growled happily and licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her wrapped tightly in a towel.

"Say stuff like that, missy, and I'll fuck you real good all over again." The roughness of his voice excited her, she could feel the intensity of her other side trying to break through again with such a simple sentence. She shook her head to rid of the thoughts, pushing the clothes she found for him into his chest.

"Q-Quit that! I don't want us to start all over again." She huffed as she absentmindedly dropped her towel and began to slip on her underwear in front of her new (sex) partner.

"You say that, but you're letting me see all the good work I did." He smirked at the sight of the various love bites coating her body, her behind also red and riddled with marks from his earlier torture.

"I-I just wasn't thinking!" She yelped, frazzled as she forgot her bra and slipped a loose tank top on along with a random pair of cloth shorts that hugged her behind.

"It's not like I'm plannin' to attack ya, Lucy. I know you'll do that all on your own if you want me." He grinned his stupid boyish grin, examining the items I had given him, his nose turning up at their scent.

"Oh, those just belong to a friend, he has a stripping problem, so I'm always finding his stuff around my apartment after he visits. But don't worry, I washed them." She said, noticing he was hesitant to wear the boxers.

"I wouldn't be surprised you know that idiot ice for brains," Natsu mumbled, tossing the underwear on the floor as he put on the sweatpants and t-shirt he held.

"Eh? You know Gray too? I've only met him a few times, my friend thinks we'll steal him from her if he spends too much time with us." I laughed as Natsu pouted and crossed his arms.

"That freaky stripper is always following me around, makes sense I end up wearing his forgotten clothes." Natsu sighed, eyes following the blonde as she rung the water out of her hair with a towel. "I figured if you had anything lying around they would have belonged to that Dan guy."

"E-Eh?! How do you know about him?!" She asked anxiously, her cheeks rivaling the hair of a certain descendant of Athena.

"I overheard you and your friends at the bar," He chuckled as she puffed out her cheeks. "Who is he anyway? Someone you needed to forget with sex?"

"N-No! My friends just used him as an excuse to take me out… We broke up yesterday." She forced herself to say, her blush still remaining as the demon nodded his head.

"So how long did ya date his lame ass?" Natsu spoke with slight irritation in his voice, though unintentionally. The dragon in him had a problem with his women being handled by other men, he was a possessive creature after all. Lucy had really no idea what she had become wrapped up in.

"Four years, really it was nothing." She scoffed; a year was basically a month in human years, so she wasn't especially attached to Dan or anything. She had always seemed to end up with weird guys like him, Natsu was a nice change of pace she had to admit.

"I hope I at least did my job right and got you to forget about him," Natsu smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, indulging in how embarrassed she became when he teased her. He probably would never get tired of messing with her.

"...He's nowhere near your level…" She mumbled, batting her eyelashes shyly at him as the words rolled off her tongue. A happy growl vibrated in his throat at her words, he really had a hard time keeping his hands off this girl. Lucy shuddered slightly, knees weak from the sound of his growl. Why did she love it so much when he did that? Her vixen stayed tied in its place, but Lucy still felt the strong urge to kiss the demon that held her. Natsu seemed to be ready for it, his eyes glued to her puffy pink borders as he licked her lips. She sated her desire as she fell victim to the claim of his scorched lips…when did he push her against the wall? Lucy was weak to his warm palms roaming under her shirt as Natsu filled her with the taste of his tongue. She panted as he pulled away, his eyes now a striking gold, the shape of his iris thinner as well. Curious only for a moment as Natsu fondled her breasts and desperately marked her neck.

"Lulu-tan! I'm here to apologize! I didn't me-" Lucy's bedroom door swung open, immediately startling the two tangled up with each other. The brunette stood shocked in the middle of her room as Natsu wiped the trail of spit from his chin and Lucy quickly adjusted her shirt.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment?!" Lucy shouted angrily at the man in question, stepping around Natsu to stand in front of Dan, arms crossed, and her weight settled onto one hip.

"I remembered where you hid your key...Lulu, who is this man?" Dan glared at Natsu, the demon boy rivaling it with his own.

"That's none of your business, Dan. Just get out, we're not together anymore!" Lucy held her glare, her anger steadily rising because Natsu had been feelin' her up real nice just a second ago.

"Did this low-level demon brainwash you into falling out of love with me, Lucy?! He was violating your sacred body! A gentleman like me would never do something as impure as that to a princess like Lucy-tama! You've even marred her body with your indecency!" Dan spouted, puffing his chest out to try to intimidate Natsu.

"Eh? You wouldn't even do something as vanilla as that with Luce? No wonder she was starving, don't you know how to take care of a succubus? At least a low-level demon like me knows how to satisfy a woman. Those marks are proof of all the fun we had with one another." Natsu tsked, his dragon features leaking onto his face, red scales and the still present golden eyes staring down the descendant of Hephaestus.

"I challenge your filthy magic! I will free my Lucy of whatever evil spell you have her under and take her back into my lovi-" Lucy cut the swordsman off with a swift uppercut to his jaw, successfully knocking out the annoying brunette and calming the sudden humidity Natsu had caused as his body had begun to heat up.

"That's the last time I date someone through my father," Lucy grumbled as she hoisted the man onto her shoulder, leaving her room to roughly toss him out of her front door. "I'll have to get my locks changed too."

"Wow...I didn't know the power of a succubus was so great, you carried him like he was made of paper." Natsu whistled, leaning against the doorway of her bedroom, his scales still present but eyes back to normal. The red traveled down his arms as well, possibly lining other parts of his body too.

"That's mostly because I ate your energy, so I have your strength or at least a sum of it." Lucy shrugged as she moved to enter her kitchen, pulling open her fridge and sighing.

"Sorry, Dan is a complete idiot. He said something rude to you. He's a descendant of Hephaestus so you would think he had some sense of logic in that big head." Lucy pouted as the pinkette approached her a small smirk on his lips.

"As if that lame-o has any idea how great I actually am. There's no way he and his lame weapons could handle me when I take on my dragon form." He hummed, peeking into the fridge behind Lucy.

"Hoh, I'd love to see that fight actually. I'd pay good money for it." Lucy laughed as Natsu nudged her out of the way.

"We'll keep it in mind then if he gives us trouble again." Natsu laughed along with her. "You go sit down, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Eh? You can cook? You don't strike me as the type." Lucy mused, watching as he pulled out a few things from the groceries she had.

"I don't always like eating people, I'll have you know. Human food isn't bad, so of course, I learned how to cook." He stuck his tongue at her, making her giggle as she turned to wait on the couch in her living room.

"I'll leave it to you then, Mister Drink-Me-Dry."

~000~

"You really don't seem like the type to be able to make crepes, especially such fluffy ones…!" Lucy cried happily as she clutched her face with her hands, enjoying the strawberry and creme crepes Natsu had miraculously prepared.

"I guess you have more than one reason to keep me around then." He chuckled from his seat across the table, watching as she happily ate his food. Was it his goal in life to embarrass her? But she was already getting used to having such a warm face.

"I was curious about something, Natsu," Lucy said as she looked up from her plate, her nerves buzzing at the sight of his scales. She was weak she had to admit, she was the cliche faux innocent girl who couldn't keep her eyes the faux bad boy in front of her. You'd probably be able to get away with blaming her father for it. Angels and demigods never had cool transformations. "What happens to the girls you eat?"

"No one's asked me that question before," Natsu laughed, her eyes absently following the sharp points of his teeth. Was it safe to say she'd been a little obsessive? Probably, but she knew most of her ogling was due to prolonged starvation. Natsu was good eats, okay?! "It's like soul purifying? I pick those who didn't get cleaned properly, they need to get sent back down, ya get me? Their bodies usually turn to dust either way."

"E-E-Eh?! W-Why'd you pick me then?!" Lucy shivered as she clutched a hand to her chest, jumping as Natsu began howling with laughter again.

"Don't worry, not for your soul." He continued to laugh at the mortified look on her face.

"Your blood smelled really good."

"M-My blood..?" She cringed, picking back up her fork to slowly finish her food. "Well, what'd it smell like then?"

"Sweet, like strawberries. It's really thick too, so that makes it better." His foot lightly ran against her calf, a shiver crawling up her spine as she felt her other half wanting another round with him. How about next time she doesn't go on such a lengthy hunger strike, then maybe she wouldn't be so eager to jump on Natsu. His scales were definitely making her more eager.

"O-Oh that's interesting." She ignored the playful attempt from Natsu as she got up to put her plate in the sink. Lucy gulped as she felt the demon approach her from behind, his hands resting on her hips as his grin spread eagerly the tainted smell she gave off.

"I couldn't help but notice how you kept staring at my new look, Lucy." The blonde was hyper-aware of his bulge pressed against her, she licked her lips before looking over her shoulder, her body trembling at the addition of the golden horns curling out of the sides of his head. Fuck.

"I think it's...nice…" She feigned her innocence as she turned in his arms, holding a moan in her throat as his hard ridge teased her hip.

"Show me yours, won't you?" Lucy flushed as she softly pushed him away, moving out of the kitchen to lean against the back of her couch.

"That might be dangerous, Natsu," She laughed awkwardly as he followed her, his eyebrow quirking at her answer. "I haven't released that side of me in a long time."

"Awe, c'mon, what's the worst that could happen? Can't you tell that I want you?" His eyes flashed predatorily, the air thick with her scent. He loved that scent, he could practically taste her.

"You're responsible for whatever happens, I'm not good at turning back on my own." Lucy huffed, pouting as Natsu nodded and waited for her transformation. She let out a breath, her tense shoulders releasing their nervousness as she unraveled the chains that kept the vixen inside her tied down. Her clothes melted away, replaced by a thin black corset ending at her waist and cupping her breasts. Her shorts fading away into a low-rise lace panty attached to garters wrapping around her thighs. A heart tattoo sprouting small wings appeared below her navel and a thick leather choker bandaging her neck, her pointed tail growing from below her lower back.

Lucy mewled as she felt the onslaught of her heightened senses gripping her body, a smile crawling on her face as Natsu drank in her appearance. She shivered as his lips puckered lightly against her nape, his hands taunting the ticklish skin of her torso. Her fingers daintily maneuvered his chin, her tongue parting Natsu's puffy pink borders. She grinned as he buckled at his knees and fell to the floor, panting heavily as he grit his teeth.

"Sorry, Natsu," Lucy giggled as she moved the suddenly weak boy onto his back. "I wanted to be in control for a little while,"

"W-What'd you...ngh...d-do?!" Natsu choked out as Lucy lazily dragged her tongue along the ridge of his left horn; they were more sensitive than usual, his nerves were buzzing with an intense pleasure the succubus had fed him.

"I used a bit of my magic on you," She hummed, tapping lightly on her lips. "Doesn't it feel nice? Your body is reacting so well, I can smell your dick already, greedy dragon."

He snarled, slightly irritated he couldn't use his strength to toss Lucy onto her back and pump her full of his appreciation for calling him a dragon. Her mouth moved lewdly down his neck, marking him with the shallow bites and purple hickeys, his cock twitching in his pants from the light sensation of her torture trailing down his collarbone. She took sadistic delight in his powerless state as she pulled off his shirt, mouth watering at the sight of his pert and swollen nipples. Her tail swished behind her energetically as she watched him writhe, eyes glaring and back arching slightly as she prodded the heated nubs.

"Moan for me, won't you, Natsu? I want to hear you~" Lucy tempted the demon to further give in to her ministrations, licking her lips as his eyes followed hers, bathing the taut bud with her keen pink appendage. Natsu's canines gripped his bottom rim as he flinched, not used to affliction against his nipples. She bit faintly onto the throbbing peak, inwardly smiling as a groan verberated from his throat. He felt her magic overcoming his senses as he continued to let out winces and whinges, the ravenous pleasure pulsing through him and nearing him to his climax. Lucy's tail wriggled as it unsheathed his length from his pants, Natsu hissing as the cold air hit his fevered manhood. Her tongue tweaked his other nipple, eyes grinning as she suckled wickedly, his features twisting as his cum spurt onto his stomach without warning.

"L-Lucy...G-Goodness…" Natsu strained out, panting as he came down from his orgasmic high. Had he ever come from such simple stimulation before? It felt better than he would have figured, he wouldn't mind it if she were to do that again.

"How yummy," Lucy smirked as she moved down his body, cleaning the perverted juice from his abdomen. "Thank you for the treat." He jerked as her lips swallowed his still rigid shaft, sucking whatever else he had held on to.

"You're dangerous…" He sighed as she slipped off her panties and sat on her knees above him.

"Think you can handle a bit more?" She purred as he shuddered, her wet pussy sliding against his shameless rod. He bucked his hips and nodded, his body still racked with her liquid pleasure. Her eyes were excited as her tail wrapped around the base of his length, acting as a tight cock ring that forbade him from finding another release. Natsu hissed as she teased him with her movements, Lucy panting above him as she rode the slathered arousal. He groaned as he watched her massage her chest, grinding on his oozing cock. He was enthralled by her seduction, not used to the take over she had accomplished. His shaky hands fell to her hips as he whined, her movements quickening. He wanted to sheath himself in her and watch as she'd fall apart because of his rough touch. Natsu bucked his swollen head against her hardened clit and growled sinfully at the sight of her nearing orgasm. Lucy moaned as he flowed into her, her tight walls squeezing him as his thick member coaxed her to spasm wildly around him.

"F-Fuck…! Let m-me…! Luce…!" Natsu cried as she unraveled around him, thrusting into her as he heaved and emptied his spunk into her begging folds. Lucy mewled and drooped forward onto his chest as he slipped out of her, her regular clothes returning and replacing her slutty outfit as she reverted back to her previous state of mind.

"Now we have to clean up again." Lucy sighed as she rolled onto the floor beside Natsu, flushing at the sight of his wide grin.

"Works for me, you can do that to me again whenever you want, Luce," Natsu snickered, pecking her lightly on her forehead as he felt his strength return.

~000~

"You really didn't need to take me out, Natsu," Lucy huffed, feigning annoyance as he returned her to the front door of her apartment. She was glad the night was cold, giving her an excuse to wear leggings and a turtleneck dress to cover up all the bruises Natsu had left riddled on her.

"I'm tryna keep you for myself, ya know, so of course I'm gonna take you out. Let's call it a thank you for showing me so many sides of you today." Natsu chuckled as she blushed, his hands falling to her hips once more. She was starting to like the small tingle she got every time he did that to her.

"You don't have to try hard to get me...j-just saying." Lucy pouted, her lips curling into a small smile as Natsu bent down to offer her a chaste kiss. She savored the soft energy his lips provided for a short moment before he pulled away with a faint sigh.

"I think if I do any more than that we might get caught up in everything again." He laughed as she giggled and smiled as well.

"Y-Yeah,"

"Here's my card, give me a call whenever you want. I want to see you again as soon as possible. The reason doesn't matter, you can use me if you need to." He winked before turning to walk away, waving a hand as he did so.

"E-Eh?! I-I'd nev-" Lucy's words were cut short as she caught sight of her friends that had somehow mysteriously appeared beside her.

"Well no wonder she wasn't answering her phone all day," Cana whistled, snickering as Lucy's blush exploded on her face.

"He's so cute, Lu-chan! Were you together all day?!" Levy begged for information as she grabbed onto the blonde's arm.

"Y-Yeah, we just hung around." I shrugged, Cana and Juvia sharing a look and shaking their heads at the blatant lie.

"I hope he was a gentleman, after all, you just met last night." Erza huffed and crossed her arms.

"Oh no, he's actually pretty nice...we had a fun day." She bit back her heavier embarrassment as they all flashed information wanting looks. She definitely wouldn't give them all of the details.

"Let's get inside, you're spilling everything, Lulu," Cana said as Lucy hurried me to unlock her door.

"Ugh, don't even get me started."

[rhomsfanfic]

Main characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Koge (OC) Genre: AU, Fluff Rating: T for swearing

He really didn’t like this place, no matter how often he visited the small coffee shop. But sometimes, people don’t come for the coffee and Katsuki might be one of those.

a/n: First time writing something for the BNHA-Fandom and it was... interesting. He really swears a lot, that was kind of new for me xD So, because I was so unsure I borrowed my friends @hvalross-art OC, because Koge is just so damn cute and it was fun writing for her, so thank you for letting me borrow your OC!! Hope you guys enjoy!

Normally, he really hated these kinds of places.

There were these huge, red chairs people could lounge in and the enormous curtains hanging from the top of the windows, falling down to the ground like a mess. Hell, the coffee wasn’t even good or, well, not to Katsuki’s taste at least. Sometimes he liked the bitterness, sometimes he preferred sweeter drinks. Or energy cans. It varied.

He really couldn’t stand that particular shop. Every day it was swarmed by all kinds of students, getting their mocha frappuccino with soy milk and iced-blacks in a variety of cups and mugs that they offered. Without being really aware of it, he could literally recite every order there was after visiting the store a few times already. That’s just how much he hated the place.

In Katsuki’s opinion, it smelled terrible in here. Worse than when he gets caught in his own bombs. It was an old, coffee-soaked smell with a hint of vanilla. Katsuki despised vanilla, it was too sweet in his opinion. And these old chairs mentioned? Awful, they make you want to stay in them and sleep for a while. However, even though he complained all day long and throughout the whole trip, the idiots that always invited him always wanted to come here.

And so they did.

And he hated it.

Well, admittedly, there was one thing he didn’t absolutely hate. It irritated him, and he hated that, but he didn’t actually hate the reason for his irritation. The reason being: The barista. Now, one could argue that of all people, that girl shouldn’t be a barista. She was obviously unsuitable for this job. She didn’t smile, spoke in a way to monotone voice and her eyes never even sparked up when she was told jokes. Katsuki saw people come in all day long, making fun with her, but she just never reacted. At all.

She just stood at the counter, never moving at all, barely even breathing as it seemed. Katsuki wondered if she was doing okay or if that was actually something very serious she should be treated for. But she did a decent job, that much credit he had to give her. Katsuki took another long slurp on his straw, the end of it already hitting an empty bottom. The sound of air being drawn out annoyed him, so he bit down onto the plastic, crunching it with his teeth.

Another awful function of the chairs was their rotating-mechanism. Who in this day and age used rotating chair anyway. With a stomp of his right foot, he swung around to the people he was with, taking his eyes of the charming barista, to focus on the group of idiots around him. They all sat very close around the small - annoyingly way to small table - books spread out and their drinks standing around messily.

Apparently, Momo had promised to help Eijiro with some of the homework, while Deku and Ochaco probably just joined because they were able to awkwardly hold small talk. On Momo’s other side sat Denki, too busy looking into his books to notice Katsuki staring at him. And next to Katsuki himself, Shoto was peaceful drinking on his iced coffee. Maybe that was like his thing, drink hot drinks that are cooled down to repress his emotions. Not that Katsuki really cared for him enough to question this.

With a click of his tongue, Katsuki turned in his chair again, standing up when his legs had more room to spread. “You’re going somewhere, Kacchan?” Deku almost immediately asked when he saw his fellow hero-in-training get up. “Get more coffee,” he simply explained, going a few steps away from the group before hearing Denki shout out to him. “Can you get me a-” He didn’t come further as he was harshly interrupted. “Get it yourself, you dick!” Katsuki shouted, loud enough for the store to get quiet for a short second, the bustling setting in almost immediately.

“No coffee for me, I guess,” Denki said, staring at his empty, dirty mug.

Standing in line was annoying. If he had used his quirk, everyone would have surely walked out of his way. Though admittedly, the store wouldn’t stand anymore afterwards and Katsuki knew from experience it was a hell to explain why he blew up the building. So he took his stand at the end of it, whipping on his feet as he waited. The empty mug in his hand suffered a great deal, being used as an anti-stress toy and squeezed by his grip quite a few times.

“Multiple uses, my ass,” he mumbled, giving the lady in the line before him a growl as she turned around, wondering if he was speaking to her. With every second he seemed to get less patient than the second before. Standing on tiptoes and leaning side to side, he tried to see if the queue was moving at all, figuring out quickly it wasn’t. The reason? A young, slick gentleman, leaning against the counter, talking to the barista.

Oh, of all things, he hated that the most.

There was no one behind him and only two other persons before him, but that asshole of a human decided it was time to flirt the hell out of the barista, and Katsuki was so not having it. When he listened intently, he could hear the somewhat one-sided conversation they were having, going back and forth between the two. He had seen many people trying to warm up the girl on the counter with the long, white hair and the just as ice-cold, blue eyes. They actually had a beautiful, pale blue color, but who really looked at each other’s eyes anymore, not he.

“You are so pretty, you should be a model!” that man leaning on the counter said. She would be if you let her do her damn job and earn money, Katsuki thought.

“Thanks,” the barista replied, tapping on her pad to make orders. “With cream?” she asked, indifferent to the man's words.

“Honey, you can put all the cream you want on top of it.”

That comment made Katsuki gag. So he was a real asshole now as if stopping the line in a coffee shop wasn’t enough already.

“Okay, so with cream, is that correct?” she reconfirmed, the man wiggling his brows in reply. Dis-gust-ting, Katsuki thought, seeing the provoking gesture.

“On top, you can add your number, how’s that?” Mr. Fantastic asked, sounding more like a demand than a question really. Katsuki groaned loudly, irritating the people around him and even the man seemed to get the hint, as he finally stood up from his leaned position, swiftly taking out his wallet and handing the barista a credit card. Black AMEX, of course. “But you know…” he started again. Katsuki could feel his last strings of patience dissolving in his brain. How hard could it be to get a freaking coffee in a coffee shop?

“We should totally hang out some time. I can introduce you to a lot of big people with a lot to offer and they-”

“Hey, kissass,” Katsuki’s voice sounded from behind. Funnily, the man turned around, feeling called out. “Who, me?” he asked, pointing his finger at himself before straightening his back. Wrinkles emerged from the skin on his face, and he opened his mouth to complain but was cut off by Katsuki. “Yeah, you. Don’t see anyone else standing shit-deep in his own word-vomit, do you?”

To Katsuki it was funny seeing the man’s head get deep red at the insults, though he didn't pity him. He got what he deserved after all. “Are you going to let her do her job now or do you want to rub your old, greasy face all over the counter for the rest of all time? I’ve been waiting for my coffee since a while now, you fuckhead!” Much to Katsuki’s own surprise, the people before him agreed with him, letting out their own frustration, even though they were quieter while they were at it, than the young hero.

With his head red and a sour expression, the man took back the credit card which the barista held out to him, letting out a frustrated, “Outrageous!” and stomping to the back of the register, waiting for his coffee. “Have a good day,” the barista said after him, though he probably didn’t hear it over his own mumbling. Finally, there was some movement in the line and in just two minutes it was finally Katsukis turn to order.

Even though he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he banged the mug on the counter. The poor thing was nothing more than a sad pulp by now, mangled and deformed. Both of them just looked at it for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. “I want another one,” Katsuki explained, sounding more demanding than anything. He was still kind of bitter for having to stand in line for so long.

“Would you like a new cup?” she asked in return, giving him a wry side-glance as she looked up at her order-pad again. “I guess,” he replied. It got quiet between them again, the barista taking the mangled mug and shoving it under the counter, probably into a bin beneath her. It finally gave him a small chance to give her a better look over.

Katsuki guessed she might be pretty. But being surrounded by weirdos all day as he was, made her look awfully plain. Her white hair was dutifully braided into a long braid, hanging over her shoulder and her eyes seemed very focused on the pad before her, brightened by the light it emitted. There was a name tag on the brown apron she was wearing on top of a black shirt. Katsuki would have had to look over the counter to determine the color of her pants or whether she was even wearing pants. But since he saw other baristas running around before, he figured black pants and a black shirt was just their dress code. Her name was Koge. Or at least, that was the name she wanted to show to the customers.

“Another large mocha frappe with a double shot of espresso?” Koge asked, her hand halting for a second until he replied. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered, realizing he was very fixated on her. “My name’s-” he wanted to add, knowing they had this stupid policy to ask for names so no one would get the wrong drink in the rush hours. “Katsuki, I know,” she interrupted him, and for only a moment he could have sworn that his name was accompanied by a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah…” he confirmed, watching her write down the information on his coffee intently. “That’s an explosive mixture,” Koge noted, a small smirk returning to her lips, together with a light flush of pink on her cheeks. These little reactions fascinated him, not knowing if he had noticed them anytime before that he had visited this place. A big, cocky grin spread over his mouth, and he replied, “I like it that way.”

He heard a soft chuckle from the barista as she set down the cup to the side, so her co-worker could pick it up and work on the order. She told him the amount he had to pay, and Katsuki fished for his money in the depths of his pockets, bringing forth some crumbled notes and coins that jumped all over the counter. Koge helped him sort things out before handing him the receipt, and he plunged it right back into the same pocket.

“Enjoy your coffee, Katsuki,” she said, smiling softly at him. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she did seem to smile at people. Very different from what he had assumed. “You too,” he said before leaving for the end of the counter, noticing way too late that it was idiotic to say that to a barista. He groaned inwardly about this mishap, waiting for his name to be called and picking up his drink.

It wasn’t a long walk back to his friends, and he had maybe spent ten minutes of his life in the queue and at the counter, but they still looked at him as if he had returned after a long period of being missing. “Where’s my coffee?” Denki asked, just getting an annoyed look back from Katsuki. “Told you, get it yourself.”

Shaking his head, Denki muttered “Rude” before returning to his studies. “We heard you all the way to here. Sounded like you were having a good time,” Eijiro teased, big smirk on his face. “Not exactly a good time,” Katsuki replied, slurping on his drink for the first time. It still tasted awful, but man, that stuff was really explosive, Koge wasn’t kidding there. “You seem to get along well with the barista,” Deku noted, flinching when Katsuki replied in his usual booming manner.

“What’cha mean, Deku-dumb-nut?”

Suddenly everyone seated around the - still annoyingly small table - looked up and at him. Or actually, at his cup, giving him serious and questionable looks. “You might want to turn that,” Momo advised, twirling the pen in her hand around to put emphasize on her words. “Huh?” escaped Katsuki, as he tugged his hand in to look at the back. Sure enough, there was more than just the usual ticks and his name written on it.

“Thanks for ordering! Hope to see you again tomorrow.”

Katsuki couldn’t help but swing the awful, big chair around, facing the counter again and sure enough, even though there was a customer in front of her, Koge looked back at him, smiling for a short moment, before returning to her work with the same dull expression than before.

Normally, he really hated these kinds of places.

Maybe he’d hate it a little bit less tomorrow.

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: A Different Time

Summary: The Lothbrok family finds themselves in very strange and different place.

Pairing: Undecided

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A/N: This damn idea has invaded my dreams since I started the show and I really wanted to do a poc reader imagine so I killed to birds with one stone.

Waking up to an empty and quiet house is something you feel in your heart you will never be used to.

You always wait to hear your mother snoring, your younger sister singing in the shower and your little brothers watching TV.

But no noise reached your ears.

You mother was still in a nursing home, you sister is God knows where after she ran off to travel, and your brothers were both in special needs boarding schools.

You lay there in bed, thinking over your plans for the day, your vacation starts today so no work. If it hadn’t been for it being Sunday you’d visit you mother, or your brothers, but the nursing home was strict about visiting hours and you couldn’t afford the across state trip to see them.

With a grunt you got up and freshened up lazily before getting dressed in your favorite cookie monster onsie. Why get fully dressed to not do a damn thing?

You sat on the couch and settled for a marathon of Supernatural reruns, you were only half watching, looking through your phone.

Suddenly you heard a loud splash coming fro the pool, making you jump and look out the window.

There was an entire group of people in your pool, more pulling themselves from it.

‘The hell?’ you asked no one as you grabbed your bat and got the cops on speed dial before going outside.

‘Who the hell are you?!’ you yelled, trying to act as if you were not scared shitless.

None of them paid you any attention, they were all focused on the water of the pool.

With a curiosity that you hated you looked at the water and saw a person was struggling to pull themselves to the surface.

‘Oh-oh my God!’ you panicked before you jumped into the cold water, the freezing temperature shocked you but still you swam down the twelve foot deep end.

You wrapped your arms around the person and kicked your legs as hard you could to carry the both of you up. You notice that the person in your arms, while, moving their arms, was not moving their legs at all.

Finally just as your lungs began to burn you made it to the surface.

Taking in a lung fill of air before dragging the poor soul the edge of the pool, where the other trespassers helped pull the person out.

Once you were sure that had gotten out you pulled yourself from the pool and cursed the chlorine in your eyes.

Blinking away the burning in your eyes you looked at the strangers closer and saw that they were standing around the person you pulled from the pool.

It was a man, a man in strange clothes like a cosplay, he was also not breathing.

‘Shit.’ you groaned, pushing past the rest of the strangers and rushed to give the man CPR.

You pumped his chest, remembering everything from your lessons.

When still no water came up you moved and gave mouth to mouth.

Man this guy had bad breath, but that was no reason to let him die.

Finally the man began to cough up the water.

You sighed in relief before standing up and walking back over to your bat and picking it up.

‘Now that I’ve avoided seeing a dead body, who the hell are you people and why are you jumping into pools when you cant fucking swim.’ you sighed.

You realize they were all dressed in the same medieval-like cosplay outfits on, it was then you see that your swimming partners legs were strapped together by leather belts.

They had similar features as if they were all related, you see that there are five of them, for men and one older woman.

One man, you notice he looks the oldest of the men, he studies you as if you were the odd one here.

‘Forgive us for trespassing on your lands, we simply wish to know where we are, and how to find our way home.’ the man said slowly, with a thick accent.

‘If by lands you mean my backyard then yes you weirdos are trespassing.’ you replied.

‘You speak our language.’ he smiled happily.

You gave a confused look.

‘You are speaking English, clear as day, granted its like a Shakespeare play, but still English.

‘Shake what? I’m not speaking English I am speaking Norse.’ he said, looking to the others for assurance. 

‘I hear Norse, I don’t understand English.’ another man says, this one is gangly and has his long hair braided.

You were about to respond when you heard a noise in the distance.

An old engine pulling into your neighbors yard.

‘Dammit, all of you hide.’ you panicked.

‘What?’ the old man asked.

You rush to your back door and open it, gesturing them to go inside.

‘Get inside before that nos bat sees you all.’ you hissed.

If that crazy woman saw them she’d tell the whole block who knows what, and you prefer to figure out what’s going on without unnecessary drama.

Still confused they hurried inside, one of the men carrying your CPR guy.

Just as the door closed you heard your name being called.

‘(Y/N)! How nice to see you outside in the sun light.’ the old woman yelled as she approached the fence that separated your yard from hers.

‘Yeah, nice to see you too Miss Cookie. I was just trying to make sure the pool light hadn’t died and I fell in.’ you lied gesturing to your we clothes.

‘Oh I see you must be more careful, what would I tell your mother if you caught flu?’

Nothing since my Mom doesn’t even talk to you, you think.

‘Who knows, anyway I should be getting out of these clothes and into dry ones.’ you dismiss yourself.

‘Take care of yourself! And make sure to water your grass it’s looking a little brown.’

‘Thanks for the heads up.’ you fake smiled before you head back to your house.

‘Oh and your-’

‘Have a nice day!’ you yelled as you entered the house and closed the door.

You look around your living room and see all the strangers are surrounding the TV, all except the one you saved, he was on the couch but clearly just as intrigued by the screen as the others.

‘What is this?’ the gangly one from before asked, reaching to touch the screen cautiously.

A different man, the one with the most electric blue eyes out of them slapped his hand away.

‘Don’t touch it! This woman is clearly a witch, she has trapped these people in this...this strange box.’ he said.

‘It’s not witchcraft, its Television. Why are you all acting like you’ve never seen anything from this century?’ you ask.

They all turn to raise a plethora of weapons, real fucking weapons, not plastic ones they hand made. No real sharp ass swords and fucking arrows; even the  guy on the couch had a dagger aimed at you.

‘Witch!’ the woman spat.

‘There is no such thing as witches! Now could you please put the weapons away before I actually have to call the police on you freaks!’ you panic.

‘Tell us where we are!’ the man on the couch demanded.

‘Dallas Texas, in America! Where half the shit you’ve done in the last ten minutes illegal!’

‘What is the year?’ the gangly one asked.

‘What year?’ you question.

‘What year is it!’ he yelled.

‘2018!’ you answered.

All weapons were lowered, and you sigh in relief.

‘Nearly two thousand years.’ the gangly one whispered to himself.

All eyes moved from you to him.

‘Hvitserk, why do I get the feeling you know something?’ the man on the couch accused.

The man in question looked away.

‘The war was near, we were a day away from a fight that would kill mostly everyone here. Our father’s heart would break if it were still beating...so I sacrificed a fine horse to the Gods and asked them to help us fix our family.’ he confessed.

‘If you wanted to fix our family why is Lagertha here? Is she the mother you wanted?’ the couch man glared at the woman, who returned the look tenfold.

‘Of course not, Ivar, but she is Bjorn’s mother and our war is just as much with her as it is with Ubbe, even more so. I’m tired of the seeing the people I’ve known and cared for my whole life kill each other.’ the man Hvitserk said in his defense.

‘That was not your decision...brother.’ the oldest one said.

‘I did not know Bjorn, I didn’t they would snatch us away from our home and place us so far in time.’ he apologized.

Still glaring at the man apparently responsible for whatever the fuck is going on here, the oldest, Bjorn lowered his head.

‘We all apologize, for disrespecting you and your home. If you will please grant us shelter until we are able find better accommodations.’ he requested.

‘You mean let the strangers with weapons that just tried to kill me sleep over.’ sure you sassed.

‘Thank you.’ he smiled.

Everyone else followed his lead and gave thanks.

‘I was being sarcastic.’ you mumbled, but seeing their relief you couldn’t just kick them out.

‘First I need all your weapons on the  floor, I don’t like deadly weapons in my home.’ you said urgently.

With a few suspicious glances they all dropped their weapons, it was quite the pile.

‘Now that’s done let us introduce ourselves. My name is Bjorn Ironside, this is my mother Lagertha, and these are my younger brothers. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, thank you for saving him.’ Bjorn introduced.

‘That is Ivar the Boneless, and I can thank her for myself.’ Ivar added.

The two glared at each other before you suddenly realized something.

‘Wait...Ivar the Boneless?’ you asked in shock.

‘Yes...do you know of me?’ he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

‘I do...and if you are him...then that means that you all are...Oh my fucking God.’ you gasped in awe.

‘We are what?’ Ubbe asked.

‘You are Vikings.’ 

[coffee-for-himchan]

Dating Moon Jongup

Dating B.A.P series:

Yongguk // Himchan // Daehyun // Youngjae // Jongup // Zelo

How did he do this

That’s what he asks himself about literally anything regarding this relationship, because apparently, you find anything he does cute

Or maybe interesting, cool, attractive and so many more things, you get the point. All he does is simply amazing

But he literally doesn’t do anything to try to come off that way

He’ll just be casually munching on cereal in the morning and boom

He squints at the door once he hears footsteps, and you’re there

All mesmerized by his bedhead and his furrowed brows and clueless expression at why you’re smiling at him like that

Mesmerized by how he just stares back at you with his spoon lifted halfways to his open mouth, and doesn’t move a muscle until you do

Mesmerized by the way he had somehow seated himself legs-crossed on the kitchen chair and hasn’t fallen off from there yet because his coordination in the mornings is quite..

Non-existent

But you love it, and though he cannot explain why, he does not object

Your love is something more comfortable than all his overly huge jackets and sweatpants, and he wears in on his sleeve every time he can

No one knows how the hell you two even work out

But somehow you do

He does not know how texting works

He’s so bad at it, he’s literally apologized about it in the past

It’s not like he doesn’t care to text you back, or to respond to whatever you have to say to him

It’s just that ugh

Typing

So half the time you don’t even know where he is or what he’s up to

But that’s not a bad thing at all, as sometimes your door opens randomly and a mes dressed in three large jackets, a yellow shirt poking out from underneath, camouflage joggers and fancy sneakers steps inside

Carrying takeout

Eyes tired but his lovely stare lookin’ yummy like chocolate

God, you love him

It’s worse when you’re doing something and don’t hear him coming in, because oh shit he can be scary

He’s so quiet you don’t hear him coming in

Intentionally or unintentionally, it always scares you when you just turn around in the kitchen or something and see him quietly standing in the doorway, observing you like it’s completely normal to just silently stand and stare

“Jongup-ah goddamn it! Don’t scare me like that ever again!”

“I’m not scaring you, I’m just standing here-”

“Stand louder next time around, okay!?”

It amuses him and he chuckles, but he agrees

and never does what he agrees to though

But not because he’s got bad intentions or anything, he simply forgets

And you kinda forget to scold him about it

Okay, you don’t forget, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it

How can you even say anything at least moderately mean to him?

Himchan has warned you about this immunity Jongup has to troubles and punishments, but you did not listen to him back then

“He’ll destroy half the house, and you still won’t be able to scold him because of the way he’ll look at you all sorry and sweet.”

Now you realize you have been trapped, but back then you did not believe

Years of relationship had proved it though - you in fact cannot stay mad at him for long

His eyes look both innocent and guilty whenever he does stuff that he shouldn’t have done

And the way he apologizes is just oh gosh

It’s multiple sorries said in a sweet, quiet and apologetic voice while his arms snatch around you from behind and you can do nothing but curse

He is so comfortable

So warm

He sounds genuine when he says he did not mean to cause trouble

And the way he slurs his speech when he does a recap on what he’s guilty for, the way it clears up for the actual apologies

How can you be mad at him after all of that

He can get away with a lot of stuff because of this

Not that you mind

It’s a well-known fact that Jongup does not get angry

At least no one’s seen him doing it so far

You haven’t seen it either

Moon Moon is a sweetie programmed to be without angry emotion

It’s hard to get him to laugh really audibly either

But when he does he’s wheezing

His face is all scrunched up and he’s holding his stomach while his legs give up and he stumbles, almost falling over

It’s a rare but mesmerizing sight

You try to provoke it as often as possible and the more you try the more you succeed

When he’s with you, he does not give a damn about other things

It’s sweet, really, because sometimes his phone will be going off all the time, and you’ll fear he’ll abandon you at any given moment to take care of something important

Instead, he silences it

His reasoning is that he’s spending time with you now and everything else doesn’t quite matter. He’ll get to in once he has some actual time for it

Well, if that isn’t sweet

Sometimes it gets him into trouble, but he don’t care

Your time together is important to him and he treasures it

His humor is.. Funny

To him only

Honestly, you did not get a single one of his jokes in the past

He did look adorable saying those things and amusing himself by them, and that’s what used to bring a smile and maybe even chuckles to your face as well

Now you actually understand them

The one time you laughed at a joke he said while hanging out with the other guys, Youngjae asked you what’s wrong with you when you tried to reassure him that it was actually funny

You were the two giggling weirdos surrounded by five other horrified faces, but it did no matter

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the situation, you just had spent enough time in Jongup’s company to know how he ticks and works by now. And to understand his jokes

Also, it’s funny to freak out Youngjae, so you’re glad that happened

He likes cocooning up in dozens of blankets and watching anime with you

It’s not done too often, but sometimes he’ll just come by and demand to watch the whole first season of Naruto or something with you and you’re just like

“Jong, you have a show tomorrow evening and it’s midnight already”

“So? I can sleep tomorrow morning”

He’s convinced you with only mere words said, and he will not get mad if you fall asleep mid-marathon either. He’s probably going to watch a few more episodes himself, but will re-watch them together with you the next day if you insist on it

So, Moonie

A literal angel

more like a sinner and betrayer

But a cute one

If you’re ever competing against each other in any type of challenge and game, don’t expect to be lovingly spared any troublesome outcomes

He’s snake #2 and the doesn’t want to give up on that title just yet

Though he would never betray you really - it’s just for fun and laughs. Plus, he’ll make sure you’re on good terms again afterwards and ugh, who can stay mad at him anyways

Talking about the sinner part, oh boy where should I start

So he can go from “can we drink hot chocolate?” to “I need your body on me” in the spawn of about 0.25 seconds

Literally, there’s no need for a reason

You were just in the kitchen making hot chocolate and boom that spot on your neck looks good for a mark let’s leave one there

This makes him a bit unpredictable, but he’s always sweet, understands when you tell him off and knows his boundaries exactly

And in any form or way, Jongup often does not need a reason to do things. He just does them because he feels like he can, and that does indeed lead to many surprised you did not anticipate in the least, yet do not object against at all

So yeah.. That’s about it

He’s lost 2.0 all the time

But not just regularly lost, more like

Lost in your heart and the love you give him

Don’t let him outta there, or he’ll wander off and get lost on his own

And he’d much prefer to stay, because he loves you just as much