#{ Please just bare with me and pretend it's purple guys. }

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[promiscxous]

{ Not me being mad about the fact my stupid PSD coloration that I made makes all of the purples in Koui’s icons freaking pink or hot pink so now it makes me seem like I don’t know colors. I promise that he’s supposed to be wearing various shades of purple guys. Purple is Koui’s whole color scheme. He even bleeds purple when injured, just like how the rest of his siblings bleed the colors they’re affiliated with too (i.e. Yuuela bleeding pink, Nikusui bleeding basic red, Rain bleeding blue, Inori bleeding green, and Myth bleeding black). Their mother bleeds white though. }

[penny00dreadful]

So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. 🤷‍♀️

We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!

AO3 link for those asking! 🖤

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.

That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.

The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. She’d scoffed at him hours earlier when he’d offered to go to the ‘work thing’ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.

And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.

If she’d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the group’s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didn’t pay her any attention.

But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but that’s not what caught her eye.

Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.

The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.

A rainbow ‘A’ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.

Her people.

Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steve’s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.

The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.

“Hi guys!” She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.

The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.

“Hey girlie. We thought you weren’t coming, we’ve been waiting.”

The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. “Yeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.”

“Eddie, what-”

Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped ‘A’ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.

“Hey, no worries. You’re here now, right?”

Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy who’d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.

Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.

“I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I don’t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. “You’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“We can call someone for you, if you want?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. “Boyfriend or girlfriend-”

“Or romantic partner.” The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.

“Alright Baron from the Baronies.” Eddie snorted. “But fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?”

“Um,” Robin’s voice was still shaking. “I don’t… I’ve never been good at memorising numbers…”

“Me too, terrible at them.” Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robin’s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they weren’t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. “But we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?”

“Yeah. Yeah we could try that.” She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddie’s side. “My best friend, Steve, he uh- he’s probably asleep and I don’t think you can call him if you don’t have him added…”

“You can send him a message.” Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. “And if he doesn’t wake up, we’ll try something else.” 

“Don’t worry we’ll get you home.” ‘A’ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.

Robin sniffed again. “Thanks.” She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steve’s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.

“Here.” She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steve’s profile.

“Oh shit. This is your friend?”

Robin nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“He’s… he’s really pretty.”

That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. “Oh god, don’t tell him that, you’ll give him a big head.”

“Let me see?” Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. “He is really pretty.”

Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. “Fuck off, Gare. I saw him first.”

Robin smiled again. “Any response from him?”

“Hm?” Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steve’s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Wh- oh, sorry!” Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. “Nothing yet.” He held the phone out to show her.

“Okay.”

“What’s your address? If he doesn’t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.”

“Uh…” Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.

“Or tell us something nearby.” Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robin’s lack of an answer. “What’s on your street?”

“Um,” she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, “there’s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint store… there’s… I think it’s a tattoo parlour? There’s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think they’re from Lord of the Rings?”

“Inklings? Is that the place?”

Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. “That’s it. You know it?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I work there?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robin’s chest. She could go home, she didn’t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.

“Is it far?”

“Nah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.”

“D’you- I mean… do you think you could-” Could she really ask them to walk her home after they’d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?

“I can take you there if you want? Let you get back to your… Steve.” There was a slight blush dusting over Eddie’s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasn’t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasn’t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed she’d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, bright and easy. “It would just be me and you though,” he held his hands up in surrender, “and you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeff’s ride home and you’re still on the clock, right?” He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?” They answered. 

“I think… I think I just want to get home.”

“Okay, cool. No worries I’ll get you there safe and sound. Here,” Eddie pulled his phone out again, “I’m gonna message Steve to let him know we’re on the way in case he wakes up,” he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, “and I’ll get you to navigate just so we don’t get lost.” 

He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didn’t need or want her address if she didn’t want to give it. 

This fucking guy.

He definitely wouldn’t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.

“I don’t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t run into you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Grant smiled at her before hesitating. “Uh, I just realised we don’t have your name.”

“Oh!” She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. “I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.” Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.

“Likewise.”

“And don’t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?” Jeff said.

“Plus.” Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. “We’ll see you again at Steve and Eddie’s wedding.”

“Shut up!” Eddie scowled but didn’t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robin’s giggles.

She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “I look forward to it.” She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.

“Shall we?”

Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddie’s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddie’s phone before he finally asked.

"So."

"So."

"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is he…"

“He’s single.” She answered lightly. “But you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. He’s recently sworn off men.”

“Well we’ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Is it because of a bad ex?”

Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. “Tommy was the worst. He’s the reason we even moved out here, there’s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? They’re everywhere. I’m not going to go into what happened, it’s not my business to say but it was bad.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.

Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.

“Do you think… with time… he could open himself up to men again?”

Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.

Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.

He’d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but he’d never turned them down either. And based on Eddie’s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.

“I think he might. Will you walk me up?” Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.

“Yeah, sure.”

They’d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddie’s phone started to ping incessantly.

She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. “He’s awake.”

Robin, where are you?

Are you okay?

I’m on the way.

Please be okay.

Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.

“Robbie.”

Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?”

“Steve.” Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. “I’m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.”

“Eddie-” Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. “You’re Eddie.”

“I’m Eddie.” Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve-” Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddie’s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. “Come inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.” He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.

Steve caught Robin’s eye behind Eddie’s back and mouthed ‘oh my god he’s fucking gorgeous!’

Robin snorted and thought to herself ‘sworn off men, my ass.’

[kissesforsatoru]

Yandere Ran tying up his virgin girlfriend who never even had a boyfriend and finally agreed to sleep with Ran after waiting for 4 months 👉🏼👈🏼

TIE ME UP, LAY ME DOWN | wc : 3.4k

HAITANI RAN x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ ran has been so patient. so, so reassuring and attentive with you. he deserves a nice little reward, and you give it to him in the form of fluffy, purple handcuffs.

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, thoughts about non-con but no actual non-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, ran has a big dick, dirty talk, virgin! reader, somewhat shy reader turned into a slut, ran is a tease, but so is reader lowkey, praise, he calls you a good girl a few times, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, sweet thing, and reader calls ran "ran baby"), way too much kissing, not joking guys there's a shit ton of kissing, bad grammar. this is not edited. please let me know if i missed anything.

note : pls pls ignore how bad the layout is on pc, i don't know why it looks like that and i can't figure out how to fix it 😭

ran loves to kiss you.

he loves the feeling of your lips against his, with you shyly following along ‘cause you've never done this shit before. he loves your cute little noises whenever he presses into you a little too aggressively or licks along your lips for you to open up. he loves the feeling of your body under him, the warmth of you and the way you squirm cause the kiss is just too much for you to handle. he especially loves the taste of you. he goes crazy whenever you give him a little passage, parting your pretty lips for him to delve his tongue inside and lap and taste and savor how fucking delicious you are. and god, you’re the most delicious thing ran has ever tasted.

he gets so fucking turned on whenever he kisses you, and it drives him crazy. he's never gotten so hard from a little kissing before, but you– you make him feel like his dick is gonna fall off because of how hard it is.

you never let him go too far though, never let him get past a barely heated make out before you start pushing at his chest and grabbing at his arms that've dipped under your shirt, telling him that you aren't ready.

ran loves you, he's downright crazy about you, really, but he'll really die if he has to shamefully go jack himself off while thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you one more time. it’s not good enough; his hand and thoughts can only do so much compared to the real thing that he’s fantasized about plenty. he wants to utterly ruin you, but you just won't let him.

he’s had thoughts in passing to just pretend he doesn’t hear you when you tell him to stop, let himself get lost in you, kiss his way down your body, pin you under him and shove his cock all the way in and fuck you nice and rough. whisper dirty things in your ear and humiliate you till you’re crying as you cream around his cock. but ran knows that you would hate him if he did that, and that kills him. he’s got you right where he wants you, and he refuses to ruin that because he’s horny. abnormally horny, yes, but sex still isn’t worth his relationship with you. he’s worked too damn hard to convince you that he’s not a playboy using you for sex for him to go and do exactly that.

so, whenever you tell him not yet, he pulls away, withdrawals his hands from your godsent body, kisses you sweetly on your forehead and then tells you, it’s okay baby, we can wait as long as you need. even if it’s bullshit and he really can’t fucking wait to have his cock buried deep inside of you, he still says it, reassures you as much as you need. he wants you comfortable with him, wants you to trust him so that he can finally have his way with you sooner than later.

it’s another one of those times where he’s got you pressed under him on the bed and he just can’t get enough of you, licking messily into your mouth and pushing his hands under your shirt to knead your soft, plush skin. you’re whining and squirming, as you always do, trying to kiss him back the best you can, but his kiss is imposing, too needy and too fast for you to really keep up. you’re still pliant though, allowing him to rub his hands on your hips and kiss into you roughly, groaning when you run your hands through his hair and tug gently.

he thinks you’ve come an awful long way from when the two of you first started dating at least. you never used to feel him up or pull him closer, just shyly grab at his shoulders as he kisses you, but now you’ve gotten so bold to tug on his hair when you know how riled up that gets him; it drawls out fluttery moans from him that make you sigh a laugh as you melt even more into the kiss. as much as he loves the feeling though, he hates it when you do that because of how turned on it makes him. you get him all fucked up just to deny him the next second.

he jokes to you all the time about how damn cruel you can be to do that to him, but you always tell him you promise you’ll make it worth his while one of these days. he’s damn set on holding you to that.

“mmh– ran baby, hang on a sec,” you struggle to say through kisses. ran doesn’t pull away still at your protest; he crawls further on top of you, pressing himself against you as he squeezes your hips and keeps placing wet kisses to your mouth. it’s not until you gently push on his shoulders that he groans and finally sits up, looking down at you with a cute little pout.

“’m sorry, just… just hang on a sec,” you say to him as you push yourself up too, panting softly.

“too much? wanna stop already?” he asks you, a disappointed lilt emerging his tone. you shake your head curtly before pushing yourself off the bed. Ran quickly grabs onto your wrists and tugs you back.

“where ya goin’ then, pretty girl?”

“got’ya something. just wait here.”

“give it t’ me later. ‘m not done kissin’ you,” he drawls as he pulls you closer to place kiss you, leaning further towards you to deepen it, but you pull away and push at his hand to let go of your wrist.

“promise i’ll be quick and you’re really gonna like it. we can, uh, kiss some more when i get back,” you scamper out of the room before ran can grab onto you again, hands on your cheeks to feel how warm they are. kissing just gets you so flustered every time, ran does it so sensually and imposingly that it makes you wanna squeal. the warmth in your cheeks only blazes more when you pull out what you got for your boyfriend from the shopping bag, realizing that kissing isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing tonight.

your stomach flutters as you nervously walk back into the room to see ran laying back on the bed. he sits back up and wraps his arms around your waist when you crawl onto his lap, ready to get back to kissing you already, but you hold out a pair of purple, fluffy hand cuffs in front of his face before he can. he takes them from you, looks at them for a second, and then at you with a raised eyebrow.

“baby, what the fuck? what’re these for?”

“saw ‘em in your cart on that porn website when you let me use your computer the other day,” you say looking away from him, “and, uh, i wanna… i wanna try them with you,” you whisper the last part, playing with your fingers to distract yourself from the absolute embarrassment you’re feeling.

“oh yeah?” he smirks, “who knew my sweet little girlfriend was into bondage?”

“ran!” you gasp, smacking his shoulder lightly as you huff angrily, and he laughs.

“what else you wanna do then, baby? you get these just f’me to cuff you or were you hopin’ for somethin’ else to happen too?” he kisses you softly along your shoulder and collarbone, looking up at you through his long, pretty lashes, waiting for you to answer. a fluttery sigh leaves your lips when one of his hands pushes under your shirt and rubs on your hip, while the other rubs on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy that’s already fluttering in anticipation.

“please don’t make me say it,” you whine, placing your hands gently over his eyes. the way he looks at you jostles all of your feelings and makes your body go haywire—you don’t want him looking at you like that when you’re already so turned on just by the idea of him fucking you tonight. it’s too embarrassing for you to handle.

you squeal when ran suddenly flips the both of you over so you’re now laying under him. he kisses more along your neck and up to behind your ear where he nibbles and licks, drawing out an airy moan from you.

“c’mon, baby, you have t’ say it if you want it,” he coaxes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away to look down at you. his hands are still on you, distracting you from your racing thoughts.

you gulp thickly, and then, “please, ran,” you shiver feeling his cold fingers graze along your tummy just above the hem of your shorts teasingly, and he smirks lazily down at you. you gulp again, “want you t’ touch me.”

ran gently takes your wrists into his hands and clicks the hand cuffs around them, securing them around your wrist to a comfortable tightness before putting them down back on the bed above your head, “i won’t bind your hands to the bed this time, so just be a good girl and keep your hands there 'til 'm done. if y’ move ‘em, i’ll haf’ta punish you, y’ understand?” you whimper softly as you nod your head and ran promptly grabs at the juncture between your neck and chin, squeezing lightly in warning, “words, pretty girl. need you t' use your words.”

“yes, i understand,” you whisper shyly, jutting out your lip in a pout, but ran only kisses you, whispering praises against your lips for obeying him.

pulling away from you, ran crawls down your body, pushing up your shirt as he does. he takes a handful of one of your boobs before leaning down and placing gentle kisses on your tummy, just above the hem of the spandex shorts you’ve got on. you hum as your stomach flutters whenever his lips graze lightly against a sensitive area. he slowly trails kisses further down, kisses just above your pussy and along your thighs, until finally, he places a drawn-out kiss on your clothed clit.

an airy gasp escapes your lips that quickly turns into a dreamy moan when rans tongue dips out and licks a small stripe over your clit. you get the urge to move your hands already, wanting to grab onto him and threat your fingers through his hair, but you don't; instead, you squirm and huff as he continues to press his tongue into you and lick, now going from your entrance to the very top of your cunt.

you feel him smirk as he kisses your clit on last time before pulling away, "sensitive already and i've barely done shit. you really are a virgin, aren't y' baby?" he teases, and you pout.

"jus' feels good, don't tease me," you huff.

"'m not baby, jus' means 'm the only one that gets to make y' feel good," he hums and then taps on your thigh, "now, lift your legs f'me so i can take off your shorts 'nd panties." you do as he says and he coos good girl as he pulls your clothes off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

your nerves rear up again as he looks down at you, and you have half a mind to close your legs and hide yourself from him, but his hands ar planted firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open. you watch shyly as he licks his lips and settles himself between your legs, his face right in front of your glistening pussy. you jolt and shiver feeling the warmth of his breath fan across your sensitivity.

"such a pretty pussy, and 'ts all f'me" he whispers, and then his mouth is on you, latching onto your clit and sucking--hard. almost, almost your hands move from where they lay on the bed, be the warning from earlier rings in your mind, making you clasp your hands together and push them into the bed. you know if you move he'll stop eating you out. the pleasure coursing through your body as he laps and sucks and slobbers all over your cunt feels too damn good to give up.

ran wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you further into his mouth, drawing more moans from you. his tongue dips into your entrance for just a second before he pulls it out and drags it between your lips to latch back onto your clit where his tongue swirls around and presses into it. your slick mixed with his spit makes all kinds of disgusting sultry noises that are exaggerated as he slurps up all of your juices.

it's not long before you feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, coiling up tightly until you're pushed over the edge and your hips are convulsing against rans mouth. "ran- shitshitshit," you moan out his name as you close your eyes and allow the pleasure to overtake you, but even as you orgasm ran doesn't pull away; he continues lapping at you lazily, enjoying the way your body jolts whenever his tongue rolls over your clit. he only does pull away when you finally come down and sink into the bed with a sigh.

"you taste so damn good, baby. y' wanna taste?" he asks, pushes himself up and crawls over your limp body to kiss you on your mouth, shoving his tongue inside for you to taste yourself on him. bitter, you think, but your pleasure high spurs you on to kiss him back, whimpering softly into the kiss from how sensitive you are.

when he pulls away, he smirks down at you, "you look so fuckin' lewd right now, you know that pretty girl? never thought i'd see y' like this, but fuck do i love it," he says and you fluster, moving your hands finally to cover your face from him. he clicks his tongue.

"hey, didn't i tell y' not t' move your hands, hm? 'm not done with y' just yet, sweet thing," he drawls, hooking his thumb under the chain of the cuffs to push your hands back against the bed, "gonna fuck this pretty little pussy now, can't wait any longer t' be inside y'," you moan when his free hand cups your pussy and he smirks, sitting up to take off his own clothes. his shirt is already off, he rarely has one on when he's with you cause you like his tattoo, and his sweats come off easily, exposing his long, thick cock to you.

you quickly gain coherency back as you stare at him wide eyes. you knew your boyfriend was big, but not this big. "ran baby, will it fit...? 'ts... big." you say as ran tosses his pants in the same place he threw yours and crawls back over you, gently pushing you back into the bed.

"'course it will, baby. I'll make it fit," he says and hum skeptically. "don't worry, i'll be gentle," he tells you, dipping down to kiss you sweetly on your lips. you feel his cock press against your entrance, and you squeak, trying to pull away to see what he's doing, but he only pushes his mouth harder against yours. he enters you slowly and gets halfway in before he stops pulls away from the kiss.

"holy shit, baby, you're so fuckin' tight," he groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "you gotta relax or my dick 'll fall off," he tells you, kissing lightly at your neck and rubbing softly on your thigh to ease and soothe you a little bit. you breath softly and try your best to relax, and within a few seconds he gets back to pushing into you until the base of his cock presses into you.

"ohhh," you moan softly as he drags his cock back out and then shoves it back in all the way to the base, and then he does it again and again. his pace starts out slow, but he quickly loses himself in your warmth and fucks you faster and faster with each thrust, your sweet moans of his name and babbles of 'so good, keep goin'' spurring him on more.

ran pulls out of your neck and sits up, one of his hands coming to grab at your hips to guide your body along with his thrusts, while the other gathers your wrists and pins them further into the bed as he fucks into you. the new position allows his cock to stroke deeper inside of you, only coaxing more delicious moans from you that ran eagerly swallows up into a kiss.

"so fuckin' wet f'me," he slurs, pulling away to look between the two at the squelching mess of slick and precum smeared all over the both of you, "shit-hah-y' love my cock that much, pretty girl? y're suckin' me back in ever time i pull out," he grunts out and you swallow hard, nodding eagerly, babbling about how much you adore his cock drilling into you in all of the right ways.

you feel drunk on pleasure, drunk on his cock. the way he fills you all the way up, pushes his cock deep inside of you, stretching your pussy around him, feels so fucking good you can't help but choke on your moans, spilling disgustingly loud from your lips, making you sound like a proper whore from a porn video.

"ran, please," you say between moans, your eyes rolling back at a particularly rough thrust, "keep makin' me feel good, please don't stop- gods, ran, y're so deep," you whine, panting hard as you look up at him in time to see his eyes glaze over with unadulterated lust. his grip on your wrists and hips tightens as he pulls out and plunges back into you again at an angle, hitting a spot that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"fuck- y' sound so fuckin' sexy when y' beg me like that, baby," he all but growls, his head falling back as he groans in pleasure. both of you are panting heavily, but the noises are easily drowned out by the slap of skin against skin, and the nasty slosh of all of sweat and sex; it's downright nasty, but the pleasure you feel is too good, too mind fogging for you to really give a shit about what kind of noises the two of you are making.

"ah-shit, 'm gonna cum soon," he tells you, voice straining, "y' gonna cum too, baby? y' wanna cum f'me?" he asks, leaning back down into your neck to inhale your delicious scent as he humps messily into you, grinding his hips on yours to create even more stimulation. he lets go of both your wrists and hips to push hus arms under you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him into a tight hug as he continues jutting into you.

"fuck, yes, ‘m cumming!" you moan, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. you wrap your legs around his waist as your body begins to writhe, and you orgasm for the second time that night, your body jolting every time his hips rub into your sensitive, worn clit.

as you come down from your high, your pussy pulsates around him and he grunts, quickly letting you go and pulling out to cum hotly on your stomach. you hum and flutter your eyes as you watch him fists his cock, milking it of every last drop of cum. when he's done, he sighs and falls back into you, uncaring of the sticky mess between the two of you.

"god, knew y'd feel good, but shit, i don't think i've cum so hard in my life," he says, still breathing heavily against your warm and tingling skin. you bring your cuffed hands up to stroke his head gently, soothing him for all of his hard work at making you feel good.

"ran baby, can you please take these handcuffs off me before you get comfortable and fall asleep?" you ask him and he shifts to look at you, smirking.

"mm, i dunno, baby, i kinda like you all bound for me. you'll have t' beg me t' take 'em off," he says, and you gasp, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, drawing out a raspy laugh from him as he pushes himself up to take off the cuffs.

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[holygrailimagines]

Attention

This is just smut and please be warned this is my first ever smut. Anyway, guys with big noses are top tier. 

Usually after a game, even if it's a loss, Richarlison would be so kind and gentle with you. Even if he was soaking with sweat, he would hold you tight and attack you with kisses, despite your protests. Although you do admit, you loved it when he did that. This time, it was different. 

As he walked off the field, sweaty with a sexy face of concentration, you ran up to him and practically jumped on him. To your surprise, he shrugged you off as if you meant nothing to him. You felt a pang in your heart as you watched him continue walking away to his locker room. Tears quickly welled up in your eyes as your face turned red with embarrassment. You quickly wiped your tears and left for your hotel. 

You were still stunned about what had happened, you replayed the entire day trying to figure out what you did wrong. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door to your hotel room opened and your boyfriend walked in. He nodded at you before heading into the shower, leaving you speechless yet again. You turned off the lights and buried yourself into the hotel bed, silently crying, not understanding where everything had gone wrong. 

You heard the shower turn off and the sound of shower curtains moving. You quickly wiped your tears and turned your back to the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. You felt the bed dip behind you and you unintentionally let out the smallest sniffle. Just like that, the lights in the hotel room flashed on. 

“Meu amor, what’s wrong?” Rich asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and turning you to look at him. You looked up at him standing over you and rolled your eyes at him, 

“Why don’t you tell me?” You say as tears continue to run down your face. He furrowed his eyebrows as he removed the blanket from your body. 

“No nothing’s wrong, meu amor, why are you crying?” He asked again, sitting beside you. You wiped your tears and sat up on the bed. 

“You didn’t hug me, or kiss me. Usually you give me some sort of attention.” You explain, slightly embarrassed. His gaze softens and he lets out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry, amor. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong. I was just tired and frustrated about the game. It has nothing to do with you, I love you.” He said, reassuring you. You smile a bit, feeling somewhat relieved.

“I thought you were going to break up with me.” You finally let out. He chuckled in response. 

“Never, you are the love of my life.” He responds. 

He leans in to kiss you, his lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. You quickly sit on his lap, escalating the sweet kiss into a heated makeout session. You finally release each other for some air and you feel his hands gripping your waist. He begins to move them in circular motions and you feel his bulge against your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself getting wet. You bite your lip as he kisses your neck, making his way up to your jaw. He rips your tank top off, revealing your bare chest. Your nipples harden at the sudden cold air and he begins to lick them in circular motions. You couldn’t help the filthy moans leaving your mouth. He quickly put you on your hands and knees, pulling down his boxers in the process. He skillfully removed your panties, revealing your soaking cunt. 

“All this for me?” He asked teasingly. All you could do was nod frantically, moving your hips to feel just anything. One hand held your hip and the other gripped his cock, trailing his tip up and down your slit. You shuddered at the feeling. 

“Please,” you beg, looking back at him with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashes. 

“Please what?” He asked innocently. 

“Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.” You say and almost instantly, he slams himself inside you. You let out a yelp as he jackhammers into your tight pussy. He lets out ‘yeahs’ with each thrust as sweat begins to build up on his forehead. Both his hands are glued to your hips now, bound to leave purple marks. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer as your upper body collapsed onto the bed, but Rich didn’t even flinch as he continued his powerful pace. It all felt so good. Your eyes began to well up with tears again as you sobbed into the duvet covers of the bed, gripping the sheets. 

Rich sees this and begins to slow down his pace in a painful and teasing way, “Why are you crying now, meu amor?” He cooed, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. 

“I love it, i love it, you feel so good,” you blabber on and on as drool seeps down your mouth. Rich sticks his thumb inside your mouth and watches as you embrace it with your tongue. He growls and pushes your head into the bed as he goes even faster, letting out grunts and groans. You began to shake uncontrollably as you let go, feeling euphoric. Rich whimpers as he emptied himself inside of you. He rolls off you and you both stay like that, trying to regain energy. 

“Was that enough attention for you?” Rich asks lovingly with a hint of mockery.

I love when Richarlison

[besaya-glantaya]

In an attempt to exorcise these thoughts from my brain (this movie has taken up residence in my soul), here is an incomplete list of the things I notice and love in Red White and Royal Blue.

1. Henry staring in utter disbelief at the frosting-covered whiskey tumbler Alex plops distractedly into his hand whilst pawing ineffectually at the mess all over Henry's shoulder. Comedy gold.

2. Nora pretending she doesn't know either of them and hiding her face as they scuffle in front the cake.

3. How Alex has Henry literally in his pocket while talking turkey.

4. During Henry's "what does it mean" crisis talk over The Kiss, the entire scene is dressed in bi flag colours. Nora is in pink, Alex in blue, with a purple poster in the background.

5. The soft "whoa" of the white house staffer, who walks into Nora's office just in time to hear her ask Alex: "How many guys have you been with?" She hesitates, stunned, and then looks as if she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her now, thank you very much.

6. His Royal Hardness making flustered small talk with the UK Prime Minister and the US President, while the FSOTUS goes in for a cheeky squeeze. You ridiculous, giddy, fools.

7. Ellen's exasperated "my son thinks he's a fucking comedian" look in reply to Alex's "The night is young, Ma" and his shit eating grin, before diplomatically, and very sensibly, removing the British PM from the vicinity of these two horny idiots.

8. Alex's warm and teasing delivery of "Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?" after Henry says he's "as gay as a maypole." Boy is smitten.

9. When Henry invites Alex to the charity polo match, his initial awkward nerves transition to fond derision when Alex's tells him, crestfallen, that he doesn't know how to play polo. Bless.

10. Henry on a horse. Very much in agreement with Alex on this one.

11. The interleaved editing of the polo match and tack room shenanigans. It reminds me strongly of the interlaced 'what if' scene in Steven Sodenburg's Out of Sight, which is executed at a far slower pace but delivers that same feel of two people being inexorably drawn to each other, almost as if events are fated to happen.

12. The lighting in the Paris cafe scene. God damn those are two beautiful men.

13. Henry's gleefuly bashful admission of innuendo in the Paris cafe. He's just given Alex his full Royal name, but its Henry Fox that's in control here and he's revelling in bringing every moment of his inner fantasies to life.

14. The heartbreaking disconnect between their two perspectives in the Paris walk scene.

That's some bullshit

It's my life

Doesn't mean you have to accept it

Alex has spent his life pushing defiantly against societal expectations. Henry has spent his life weighed down by them, isolated in a way that Alex only barely grasps.

15. I wish, with all my heart, that the fairytale political landscape of this movie was real.

16. The entirety of the morning after scene in the hotel room during the DNC is perfection and Zahra is the MVP. Matthew Lopez said he had no idea he was going to get that mini panic attack from Sarah Shahi and kudos to Sarah for that perfomance. Inspired.

17. How quickly and assertively Alex say "No" to Zarah's "would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?"

18. The way Zarah says "Everytime I see you, it takes another year off my life." This phrase plays on loop in my brain during shitty work meetings.

19. The coming out scene with Alex and his Mom. A joyous balm for those of us who never got to experience that with our own parents.

20. Forehead touches. Ugh.

21. My brother in Christ, sharpen your knives Oscar, what did that pepper do to deserve that?

22. The catatonic state of sadness that Henry exists in after swimming away from Alex. My heart hurts.

23. The pride flags in the crowd outside Buckingham Palace. Again, can we all have this universe, pretty please?

24. The way Henry takes Alex's hand with such ease in public after the election win. If only Paris Henry could see you now.

[Exorcism sequel here]

[roninishere]

Tell me again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa x female reader Warnings: none, terrible grammar? Summary: when Admitting your feelings for Sanemi goes wrong, or so you thought.

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“Uh…” Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn’t believe what he just heard, you just admitted that you loved him. He dropped his spoon full of ramen back into his bowl causing a loud nose.

You loved him?

His heart was beating so quick and loudly that he was sure it was going pound out of his chest.

Say something you idiot.

Unable to gather his words quickly, you took his silence as rejection. You laughed with pain in your voice when you tried to play it off “but why would someone like you love me? Ridiculous of me,” you needed to get out of there, you felt tears build up as you stood up “please pretend this never happened. I’m so sorry.”

“Wait Y/n!” Sanemi reached over the table to grab your hand, but you ran out of the restaurant, leaving him wondering why would to say something like that about yourself. You had it all wrong, someone like him didn’t deserve you.

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How could let yourself get some vulnerable? To let your emotions run wild and fall for someone you couldn’t have? Even if he wanted you, how long would I be until it came to an horrible ending?

You refused to allow yourself to get close others and to love for YEARS. What was the point? You know how high the chances are of losing someone you love to a Demon? Pretty fucking high. When you were just a little girl, nine years old when your whole family slaughtered as you was forced to watch.

Seeing that you haven’t seen the Wind Pillar since then, not only bought you a bit of relief, but also some hurt. It was the best though. You were not worthy of him.

After you finished your patrol around Masters Ubuyashikis Mansion and reported to him, you made your way out of the Estate. Exiting the gates, as you closed the last door, your heart stopped seeing a familiar figure.

Sanemi was leaned against the wall and oh god-just when you thought you couldn’t be more attracted to him, your thoughts were out of control at the sight of him. Being thankful that your relief had been on the other side of the walls, you grew nervous. Why was he here?

“H-hey.” You stuttered as you awkwardly rubbed your arm, a nervous tick of yours.

It was quite adorable to him. He used his right foot that was bent knee to push him off the wall, closing the distance between you too. His purple eyes locked with your own as he gently grabbed your arms, prying one off the other “Tell me again.”

“Tell you what?” You played dumb, he wanted you tell him that you love him? Why? For what reason? You already wanted to run and hide under a rock for the rest of your life.

Instead of getting irritated like he would with anyone else acting dumb, he backed you up against the wall behind you. His hands brushing away the tears on your cheeks you hadn’t realized were falling as you took deeply shaky breaths “you know what.” His fingers brushed against the two new scars you had under your right eye to your chin. He remembered when you got them, you had been on one of your patrols when you had encountered a demon. Despite getting cut and the bruises that had been on your face and neck, you took it like champ after you killed the demon.

When you shallowed what felt like a big lump, you felt like you were gunna pass out, you guys were just inches from each other.

You weren’t afraid of being rejected, you were afraid of love, of someone loving you. You never allowed yourself happiness.

You started sweating and your heart beating so fast, you almost forgot how to breathe. Were you gonna tell him again? Fuck why did he have this kind of affect on you?

The Hashira felt his heart flutter, the feeling of warmth and fuzziness just grew by the fucking second. When you brushed a few strains of his hair out of his face, he let out a soft groan feeling your other hand lay on his bare chest “say-y it.” He begged, pressing his body against yours.

“I-I love you Sanemi.” You choked out and he swore that he was dreaming. His cheeks turned bright red at your words. He still couldn’t believe that you loved him.

Well she does, don’t hesitate this time you idiot.

His soft purple orbs never left yours as he whispered “I love you too Doll.” Once ‘doll’ left his lips, he smashed his lips down on yours. They were so soft and yet rough, a feeling of overwhelming warmth ran through your body more by the second, the harder he kissed you, it was for sure that he would leave bruises. You tasted like peaches and honey, how is that even possible?

Gripping your hip, he pressed his body against yours as he bit down on your lower lip. Happily granting him access, his tongue explored your mouth. The sensational feeling left you moaning and your fingers run through his white hair, giving it tug when his fingers dug into your hip.

Between your moans and tugging at his hair, this man was a blushing mess, relieved that you couldn’t see his face. Not only that, he wanted more of you.

The feeling of lust and need got worse when your tongue fought against his in between sloppy wet kisses and feeling your fingers brush against his scars on his chest. He swore that his knees were going to give out on him. Butterflies and fireworks filled both of your bodies the more you kissed.

More.

Pulling back gasping for air, you softly giggled seeing the blush on his face as your thumb traces off his facial features. Goodness you couldn’t imagine what he went through, but you couldn’t be curious. A conversation for another time. Sanemi Shinazugawa despite if he didn’t know it, he was so beautiful in your eyes.

You tracing his scars made him weak and blush even more than before. When you kissed the one on his nose and his cheek, he thought he was gunna pass out in sheer embarrassment.

Hearing a grumble from not only his stomach but your own, you pulled back with a smile “Let’s get something to eat.”

“I-I have food that we can cook at my place if y-you want.” Sanemi cursed at himself mentally at him stuttering.

Cook at my place, why not?!

“Oh perfect! Lead the way babe.”

Babe? Instead of questioning it, Sanemi grinned before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders leading the way. There was something however he wanted to bring up. What you meant about someone like him wouldn’t love someone like you.

“So about earlier….”

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I apologize for the terrible plot, still getting into writing, but I hope y’all enjoyed! Thinking about doing a Part 2, or another Sanemi imagine? I already have an idea for it ! Love ya! 💚

[bookshelf-dust]

I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Hungry Eyes" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Reader decides to tease Eddie in the haunted house, he knows exactly how to shut her up.

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,875

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, doggy style shenanigans, sorta public sex (sex in a car in a public parking lot), oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, cum eating, squirting, blood play, slight D/s dynamics (Eddie is called Master once), spanking, choking, clit spanking for a sec, slight degradation, nicknames (brat, baby), explicit language, maybe more because this shit nasty

Extra Notes: i will not be apologizing for me and @dungeons-are-too-cold being wh0res, you guys just have to live with us like this forever

Originally Written: 10/29/2023 through 10/30/2023

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Your heart was pounding at probably a thousand beats per minute, little squeals escaping your lips with every jumpscare. You clung to Eddie's arm, pretending this was all some innocent act as you moved toward the exit of the haunted house, though unbeknownst to you, Eddie knew exactly what you'd been up to.

That tiny red skirt, those batting eyelashes every time you looked his way, the little puffs of amusement you'd let out right by his ear. He'd be a fool not to know what you were doing.

A clown with a chainsaw jumped out as you reached the exit, pretending to chase the two of you out to the parking lot. The sight of him made you jump the hardest you had all night, your whole form clinging to Eddie's side as you ran toward the lot. When you finally looked up at Eddie, you noticed the dark maroon of his eyes, and felt yourself growing wetter at the sight and the daydreams it brought along with it.

"Well, wasn't that fun, Eddie?" you asked in fake naivety, your arm looped through his as you strode back to his van. Your core ached at the sight of his anger, eager for whatever he had in store for you.

He just gave you a stoic expression, speaking no more than five words. "Back of the van. Now." It was clearly a demand, the venom of his words nearly as powerful as his bite.

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled yourself into the van. You'd gotten exactly what you hoped for, and that only had you more excited for what was to come.

Eddie slammed the door behind himself, meeting you with irises nearly charcoal black. "What were you doing? Bringing me here with you?"

Innocence swirled in your eyes, barely a hint of sarcasm detectable in your words. "What are you talking about, Eds?"

A thick hand reached for your throat, the digits wrapping around your throat while the veins in his wrist bulged a delicious shade of purple. "Don't be a brat. We both know you did this on purpose."

An excited gasp had the audacity to tumble from your lips. "I don't know what you're ta-"

He squeezed harder, the pressure shooting straight to the area between your legs. "You didn't know," he scoffed. "You didn't know I'd be able to hear your heart thumping loud enough to hear over everything happening in there? You didn't know I could hear the blood rushing through you every time a damn clown or ghost popped out at you?" Another huff of exasperation left his lips. "Please. We both know exactly what you were up to. Why don't you just admit it?"

Your heart sped with every passing second, and something about the idea of him hearing it for himself made you that much more desperate for your punishment. "I swear, Eds. I didn't know."

"You know what happens when you lie to me. Not too late to just admit your ulterior motives now."

Still, you weren't having it, your body simply becoming more needy for him with every passing second. "I'm not lying."

"Hands and knees," he demanded, not once blinking or faltering in any way. "I suppose I'll have to teach you what happens when you lie."

As if to taunt him, you were in no hurry to do as told. Little breaths of anticipation left your mouth, your heart rate increasing by the second. If he wasn't angry before, he sure would be now, and that had you weak at the knees.

In a matter of seconds, he had your skirt shoved off and tossed aside, getting a full view of your soaked panties. Your shirt was raised just enough for him to get his hands on you, eager hands meeting your naked breasts.

"No idea what you were doing?" he asked, sarcasm all but dripping from his tongue. "I'm sure you innocently forgot a bra this morning, the same way you definitely didn't have any hidden intentions with these lacy panties."

You shook your head as if he could see it from behind you, your ass sinking further back until it was nearly in his face, all on display just for him. "Promise, Eds. I just wanted to be pretty for you."

Eddie had the audacity to chuckle at your response, the sound sending electricity straight through you. "Another lie. You goin' for some sort of record, baby?"

Before you could quip out a response, his hand was on your ass, giving it a hard smack. You could sense him smirking behind you as he watched you starting to lose your confidence. Another loud smack sounded throughout the confined space, his nails digging into the skin there as his hand came down on you.

A third slap stung your skin, this one surely hard enough to leave a bruise. The pang sent desire straight to your lower belly, and you were almost tempted to moan at the feeling.

"Guess that shut you up, didn't it, brat?" he all but growled, but you knew he wasn't looking for a response. A final hit came down on your asscheek, this time eliciting an almost inaudible moan from you.

Had it not been for Eddie's super hearing abilities, he might've missed the noise. But you knew he hadn't, your heart pumping faster as you waited for his response to the noise.

"God, you're such a brat," he said, almost as though a revelation, not a fact he already knew. "The things I have to do to make you shut up."

A nail dragged down the expanse of your spine, harsh enough to draw blood. Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his heavy breathing, and you were tempted to turn and take in the sight of his hungry eyes. Luckily for you, a hand was wrapping around your hair, pulling your head in his direction.

Without a word, his tongue was meeting your back, licking up every drop of blood he'd drawn. Eddie's black eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he began to suck over the wound. A small jolt of venom flowed through you, and along with it, a wave of euphoria.

Eddie released his grip around your hair, a silent command to stay still and shut up. You heard the clanging of his belt and soon after felt the familiar sting and stretch of his cock.

"She's just dripping for me, isn't she?" he murmured behind you in sarcasm, beginning to slide back out. "Always so ready for my cock?"

He gave you no time to retaliate before rutting back into you, already finding that sweet spot it seemed only he could find. Every ridge and vein of his dick moved in and out of you, thrusting in harsh but satiating motions.

Mewls and moans fell between your parted lips as his nails dug into the skin of your love handles, working his cock in and out of your aching hole. Eddie's mouth met the wound on your back again, suckling the spot not for blood, but for a beautiful bruise that only he was allowed to leave.

He throbbed inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. A hand reached around your body, grabbing a handful of breast as he worked you harder on his length. All words had ceased from your mind, other than Eddie's name as it tumbled off your tongue like a prayer.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, a low noise he knew was sure to have you desperate for release, "I'm gonna cum. That okay?"

All you could do was nod as he spilled inside you, your pussy sucking him in and milking him dry. It was a rare occasion for Eddie to cum before you, but that always meant he had something very special in store for your orgasm, and the thought had you practically salivating.

After collecting himself and riding out his high, he was pulling out and instructing you to lie back on the carpeted interior. A hand cupped your pussy, holding his seed inside you as you maneuvered yourself down to the floor.

Before you had a chance to ask any questions, his tongue was meeting your core, effectively fucking his cum further into you. The taste of your essence mixed with his was surely salty on his tongue as he made out with your cunt.

A finger met your clit, flicking the bud at the perfect speed that was sure to have you reaching release in no time. Your hands searched for purchase in his hair, bringing his mouth to the spots you needed him most.

"Eddie, please," you begged, knowing he was dragging this out as long as he possibly could. "I need to-"

His mouth parted from you, black eyes meeting your gaze once again. His chin was wet with slick, the prickly hairs of his five-o'clock shadow glistening in what little light was shining in the vehicle. "Brats only get to cum when their masters say they can."

His palm came down your clit, slapping almost as hard as he had on your ass earlier. The sting nearly sent you over the edge, but you held back, letting Eddie have his way with you.

His mouth and finger traded places, tongue dancing over your puffy clit while two digits entered your throbbing pussy, shoving his seed impossibly further into you. That familiar tension built in your lower stomach, joined by a less familiar feeling, but one that you still recognized.

"Eddie, I'm gonna- oh."

His voice rumbled against you, the vibrations snapping that coil inside you. "That's it, baby, cum for me."

Your essence gushed around his fingers and mouth, practically painting him in your arousal. His name tumbled out of you in desperate screams as your climax washed over you, your hands grasping his hair like a vice. Your veins burned with pain and pleasure as he coaxed you through your high, his lips never leaving your center, even as your back arched off the floor.

The digits inside you scissored and crooked in delicious motions, your body trembling as you finally started to come down from your orgasm. Coherent sentences still ceased from your brain, your tongue instead settling for soft expletives as his hands and mouth finally parted from you.

The van stayed silent as Eddie reached for the spare towel he kept in the backseat, promptly wiping both of you off in gentle dabs. Your lungs searched for air, though you were positive Eddie had knocked it all out of you with the hardest orgasm you'd probably ever experienced.

A delicate peck met your forehead as he fixed your clothes, his eyes returning to their normal soft shade of red when they met your eyes once again. "Well, that certainly got you to shut up, didn't it?"

With what little strength you had left, your fist smashed into his rock-solid shoulder, somewhere between playful and offended. "Just wait until I remember how to speak. I'm gonna have a few choice words for you," you quipped, heavy breaths escaping in between the words.

That signature devilish smirk you loved tugged at his lips. "I look forward to it… brat."

As with Saturday's, I got a little bit behind on my writing and for that I apologize. My week has been far busier than I anticipated lol. But I hope you guys are having a fun time reading these. I'm at least having a fun time writing them lol. Wishing you all a happy Halloween! I'll see you tomorrow for the final Halloweek fic 🥹

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[gobblinggojo]

I just read your recent shinso x reader AND PLEASE WRITE MORE PLEASE

I can’t even think of a prompt i just need anything to do with shinso

Shinso is my little princess and I lub him <3 me and him? for-lyfers.

Enjoy this little, short story!

♡Here With me: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader♡

♡Warnings: Y'all have a child because I love dilfs, reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, fluff.♡

♡Requests are open♡

Coming home to a quiet house was not what Shinso expected to come home to. Usually when he stood right outside the front door, he could hear the sounds of your guys' three-year-old son, c/n screaming out for "help," while you pretended to save him. But, as Shinso opened the door, no sound met his ears.

His eyebrow rose in confusion, dropping his bag that held his hero costume, he gazed around the dimly lit house. Damn, it was creepy in the front room without lighting. Letting out a quiet groan, Shinso turned, carefully shutting and locking the front door and pulling his shoes off before he ventured off deeper into his home to search for you and your guys' child.

"Y/n?" His deep voice rung out, echoing around the walls. Shinso would be lying if he said his heart wasn't beginning to go into overtime; panicking when he didn't get a response back from you.

"C/n?" Once more, no response. Something had to have happened while he was off at work. Panick struck his form as he continued to venture deeper into his house--only to completely dissolve once he saw your form lying in bed, c/n clung to your side as you both slept. A breath of relief came out of Shinso's mouth--one that he was not aware in the slightest he was holding in.

He moved quietly, footsteps barely making a sound as he went to the bathroom to get freshened up. He took note of the change of clothes you had left laid out for him that rested on top of the bathroom counter. Did you know he was coming home later than usual? You must have. God, he loved you.

Shinso took a quick shower, not even giving himself enough time to unwind and enjoy the feeling of the hot water ease the tension in his muscles before he jumped out, drying off and getting dressed in the black sweatpants and purple long-sleeved shirt that had been left out for him. With a sigh leaving his lips, the purple-haired male carefully began to crawl into bed with the two of you, trying to make an effort as to not awake c/n.

Keyword, trying. The second Shinso turned on his side to wrap an arm around c/n and you, the brats' eyes snapped right open. Indigo orbs stared up into matching indigo, Shinso watched carefully as c/n stared up--trying to process who exactly was in bed with him and you.

"Daddy?" A smile graced Shinso's face. It's been three years and still, he was not used to being called daddy. "I'm here bubs." A yawn slipped past Shinso's lips as he spoke to his son, easing his son back on his side, for the second c/n had noticed that it was in fact his father in bed with him, he snapped up.

"Lay back down buddy--there ya go..." Shinso quietly hushed the little boy, lulling him back into a deep sleep before he gazed over the tuff of purple hair on his son's head, checking to see if you hadn't awoken. Once he was absolutely sure you were still fast asleep, Shinso rested his head on his pillow, eye's shutting in an effort to fall asleep.

Sometimes Shinso couldn't believe it. The life he had built; he felt as if it were all a dream. Some kind of long-running fever-dream. He had you and c/n. The both of you were here with him, in reality.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

My Demons Kate Bishop x Reader

The dark haired girl sat on the ground clutching her bleeding forearm to her chest. She stared up at you her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

You stood right above her all of your attention focused on her mangled arm. You had done that and there was no denying it. The taste of blood coating your tongue right now was a constant reminder. It all happened so fast and you were so caught up in the fight controlled by your anger and bloodlust. You bit someone without thinking about the consequences.

"I-I didn't mean t-to" You stuttered taking a few steps back from her.

She moved to get on her feet and that made you retreat even faster. "Hey no wait its okay I mean yeah I'm kind of freaked out but-"

You didn't give her a chance to finish as you turned and took off into the darkness.

Six Hours Earlier

"Sweetheart is that you?" Your mother yelled from the kitchen as you came through the front door to the apartment.

"Yeah mom I got the mail you got a package." You answered back kicking the door closed with your foot. "Do you want me to bring it to you."

Your mother appeared in the kitchen doorway leaning up against it with a smile. "No honey just put it on the table there I want to talk too you real quick."

You dropped her package along with all of the other mail on the table in one giant heap. "Yeah what's up?"

"Are you going out to that college party tonight?" Your mother asked trying to hide the guilt in her voice.

Your head shot up eyes narrowing at her question because yes there was a party going at the college tonight, and yes a random girl who had taken interest low key kinda stalked you yesterday to give you an invitation. A piece of paper you barely looked at before tossing it aside on the kitchen table.

You smacked your forehead with a groan. That's how she knew about the party she found it in the kitchen. The one part of the house where her mother spent most of her time. The kitchen was practically her sanctuary. "I don't know mom I don't really think its going to my scene."

Your mother's face seemed to drop at that news. "But sweetie it's such a great way to get out there and get to know people. You could have a great time, and who knows maybe the girl with the purple lipstick will make a move." She clapped her hands a little at her last prediction.

You pretended to gag before shaking your head "please no I really don't feel like hurting anyone's feelings."

"Y/N you don't have to pretend to be straight for my sake. I know you're into girls and I'm okay with that. I know how you are with formal conservations and everything, so I never pressured into one but I know."

"While I'm happy you know but its not just girls I like guys too you know its just more about their personality and you know." You explained with a shrug. She was right you hated to make a big deal out of anything really. "How do you know about that girl anyway?"

"She left lip-stains on the invitation"

You nodded your head before waving a hand at her. "Its cool mom I might go depends on how I feel tonight." You started to walk past her making your way to the kitchen. When she reached out an arm to catch you by the waist to make you pause. You looked up at her. She had a sympathetic look on her face. Your mother leaned down so she could make eye contact with you.

"Y/N we're not in California anymore you can go out and have a life now. The whole point of moving here was to give ourselves a fresh start you know. You don't have to lock yourself away in this house all the time. I trust you."

You wanted to insist that she was overthinking the whole thing, but your mother knew you too well. Of course you were nervous to go out and try to be normal for once. After everything that went down in California it was going to be hard to just be normal and have fun. But how were you going to learn if you didn't try.

"Okay yeah I'll go check out the party for a couple of hours" You told her.

"That's the spirit" she exclaimed pulling you into a small hug. You gave her back a gentle pat in return

"Did you cook anything good I'm starving? You asked once she pulled away.

"Um not really I'm baking right now but there is a some lunch already set out for you honey."

There was a plate sitting on the counter with a grilled chicken sandwich, some barbecue chips, and a bowl of fruit beside it. Of course your mother went above and beyond with lunch. "Thanks mom" you called out to her taking the plate and heading for the stairs to go to your bedroom.

"You're welcome" she replied back.

The party wasn't going to start for another two hours so you just hung out in your room for that time eating your lunch, and playing your Playstation 4. If it was up to you this would be your plans for the night, but you knew how much it meant to your mother that you got out and had a good time tonight. All you had to do was make an effort every now and then to keep her happy. When it came time to get ready for the party you raided your closest searching for something really nice to wear. Unfortunately that seemed like an impossible task. You never noticed how basic your wardrobe was, and while you never particular cared to dress up. It was still kind of sad that you didn't possess at least one good dressy shirt.

You were ready to throw in the towel and just go with a plain black v-neck shirt with some blue jeans, a jean jacket, and black combat boots to complete the look. But your mother peeked her head into your room as you were setting it up.

She reached a hand in with a red shirt with one of sleeves cut in a low-style. "I figured you might need to borrow this. we can shopping for you later."

God you really did have the best mom in the world. You dashed over to take the shirt and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you mom you're a life savior."

"I know" she replied with a small smile before slipping out of your room.

You traded in the black shirt for the red one, and your outfit was complete. The smell of pastries filled your nostrils as you finishing getting dressed, and it distracted you from everything. A few seconds later you were bounding down the stairs leaping to the bottom once there were only five left. The smell was everything but it was scent was stronger coming from the living room. So that's where you went ready to devour whatever your mother baked. But the sight of the living room caught you off guard as you paused in the doorway. The living room was decorated in a pink and light blue style. A few streamers spread out in the living room, and some throw blankets laid out on the sofas. Trays of brownies, little cupcakes, danishes, and cookies covered the table with napkins and little plates to go along with it. There was few bottles of wine set up on the smaller round table with small glasses.

While you a few questions running through your head. The only thing that really mattered right now was the sweets. Rubbing your hands together in anticipation you started in the direction of the table. You were so close reaching for a chocolate chip cookie when a hand came out of nowhere to grab you by the back of your jacket. Suddenly you were being lifted off your feet and no matter how much your legs kicked. There was nothing you could do to stop it.

Your mother's face appeared in your vision blocking the sight of the sweets. "No way honey those are for the book club ladies tonight is my first time hosting. You won't be ruining it by devouring all the snacks y/n."

"Since when are you in a bookclub and I just want one cookie" You protested. Your hands reaching over your head to grab her arm in an effort to make her put you down.

She shook her head. "No way you say that now but I'll leave and come back and find everything gone, and the living room a mess. Sweetheart please don't forget you have the appetite of your father and is mannerisms as well."

You stopped struggling at the mention of your father. It was a habit of your mother to compare you to him, and in the past it wasn't a problem but now it struck a nerve. It took her a minute to realize what she had done, but as soon as she did your feet were back on the ground, and she was pulling into her comforting embrace. One of her hand running through your hair as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You didn't know it yet but your body had started quivering with anxiety, but the pain of claws digging into your hands brought you back. "Mom its okay I'm fine."

She pulled her back to look you in the eyes. "I'm so sorry honey your love for food is the only thing you share with him. I promise you are not your father."

You gave her a nod.

Her hands moved down your arms to take your hands into her own, and she pressed her forehead to hers as the pain in your hands started to vanish. The cuts from your claws would've healed in just a few minutes, but your mother didn't want to feel the pain for even another second. A minute later and you had finally calmed down enough to gain control over your body again.

"How about this I let you take three cookies before heading out to the party, and if you have a good time I'll give you more when you get home."

"How will you know I had a good time?"

"You're going to come back with stories."

You let out a groan at that knowing that now you would actually have to put in an effort, and that meant no just hiding away in a corner keeping to yourself.

"Take it or leave it" your mother challenged.

You grinned and broke free of her grasp to snatch up your three cookies. "Deal save me a few chocolate cupcakes, and more cookies please." With that you were out the door and on your way to the party instead of taking the subway to the address. You chose to run and leap your way across the buildings of New York City.

It didn't give the same feeling of freedom of running free in the woods, but it did make you feel a bit more alive and carefree in this city. Tonight was a full moon so you would have to bit more careful at not losing your temper, but you should be able to control the wolf inside. The party was being held at some rich kid's penthouse and was already on full swing. When you arrived landing in a crouch on the roof of the building. There was a door leading into the building and it was already unlocked. You took your time going down the stairs with your hearing. You were able to pick up on exactly what floor the music was coming from, and when you yanked the door open to the hallway. The smell of liquor and drugs overtook you, and even though it was impossible. You swear just the scent of the stuff was making you intoxicated. There a number of young adults your age hanging out in the hallway. Some were in groups caught up in their own conservation. Others were pressed up against another body kissing the person with passion. And some were just doing typical college kid stuff like turning the hallway into one giant water slide.

"Hey new girl come on show us what you got" A random guy called out from the opposite end of the hallway. You looked around trying to see if he could be referring to anyone else.

"Yep he's talking to you new girl come on slide" A girl backed him up. You looked in her direction wondering if it was the same girl who nearly ran three blocks to catch up with you just to invite you to the party. It wasn't instead it was a pretty brunette dressed in a nice black dress. She ran through her hair giving you a wink. You couldn't really tell if she was your type, but right now it didn't matter. You came here to be different and get out of your comfort zone. You shrugged out of your jacket and flung it to the side. Someone snatched it out of the air and gave you a quick nod.

With that you took off running and diving forward at the last second. Your body hit the wet tarp covering the floor covered in bubbles, and slid all the way to the end. You were going at a pretty good speed so when the wall came into view. There was pretty much no stopping or slowing down, but it wasn't a problem. You placed a hand along the tarp letting your claws push out a little just enough to slow yourself down a bit. Your body gently made contact with the wall, and when the random guy reached out a hand. You accepted it letting him pull you to your feet and wrap an around your waist to lift you a little. He set you back down on dry floor this time.

"There you go that's the first time someone was able to stop without completely wiping out. Good job new girl" He complimented you holding up his hand for a high five. You slapped his hand with your own with a grin. "Oh my jacket" you started.

He held up hand making you pause "allow me my friend. Hey pass the lady's jacket down please" he shouted to the end. Whoever had your jacket handed it off too someone else who in return did the same. Until your jacket was in your awaiting arms you slid it back on flinching at the wet sound. It made when in contact with your slightly wet clothes.

"Head inside there's like a giant fan that will dry you off a bit" the guy told you.

You whispered a quick thank you and made your way to the open door leading to the raging party inside. Your jacket was starting too feel a bit icky, so you took back off and look around for the giant fan.

Indeed there was a giant fan set up near the bar area and there were a few groups hanging out around it. But still a small round table with a single chair was vacant and perfect for you at the moment. You hurried over to get it before another loner saw it. You laid your jacket over your shoulder and climbed into the chair. Eyes closed and head thrown back you relaxed letting the air works its magic. Maybe that one story would be good enough for your mom, and there would no need for you to interact anymore tonight.

On The Other Side of The Penthouse

"Kate just go over and talk to her. What's the worse that could happen" Her friend encouraged giving her a nudge in your direction.

Kate shrugged her off "no way I mean come on did you see her entrance. She's way too cool and hot."

"Um no offense Kate but so are you like you do realize that right. You're the girl who brought the bell tower down students still talk about that till this day. You're a freaking legend just start off with that. It should impress her since she's such a badass."

"I don't know I think I freaked her out yesterday listening to your stupid advice with the invitation." Kate said fixing her other friend with glare.

Greer shrunk back even further into behind Franny with a nervous chuckle. "I thought it would be bold."

"It made me look like a freak" Kate insisted angrily.

"I'm sorry" Greer whispered.

Franny held up both of her hands to stop them both from arguing anymore. "Don't be sorry Greer because it worked she is here so go over and make a move. Katie-bear or we'll do it for you again."

Kate went pale at the idea of her friends doing something to set her with you again. She couldn't believe how nervous you making her. She was the next Hawkeye and had taken down a whole mafia gang last year. Talking to you should be child's play for her right now. "Okay here we go" she told herself getting ready to walk over.

Little did Kate know you had heard the entire conservation. You didn't mean to eavesdrop but when you felt someone staring at you, and looked around for the culprit. You couldn't help but tune in to what they were talking about. When you realized it was the same girl who chased you down to invite you this very party. Knowing it was her friend that put her up to that whole thing made you chuckle a bit to yourself.

In truth you had lied to your mother earlier when you told her the dark haired girl wasn't your type. She was beautiful and you would've loved nothing more than to get to know her. But the fear that even if you did manage to actually build a normal life. It would all come crashing down just a few moments later kept you from trying to make a move. Although her making the first move did change things a little bit, while you were nervous about. What would come next you didn't want to seem like a jerk. Plus maybe your mom was right and everything would be okay here. She had joined a book club and was having them over tonight. So if it was possible for her to have a social life then you could too.

You turned your head to the side to make eye contact with the dark haired girl with a smirk.

Kate came to a halt for a few seconds not expecting you to pay her any attention. Surprisingly it gave her the confidence boost she needed, and there was a bit more pep in her step. When she resumed walking in your direction until finally she was standing beside you.

"Hey I see you made it to the party" Kate said

"Did you think I wasn't going to come?" You asked maneuvering your body to face her better.

"To be honest no I didn't think you would I thought you were creeped out by me. I wasn't following you by the way my apartment isn't too far from wherever you were going. I use the same route all the time" she rambled her eyes moving in every other direction expect yours.

"No its cool even if you were no one has ever chased me down to invite me to a party before. I thought it was a bit flattering, but I guess it is cool. You're not like a crazy stalker or something" You paused for a second thinking about your choice of words. "Not that I think it would’ve been cool if you were stalking me, or and I'm not saying I thought you were creepy either." You ran a hand through your hair in frustration as her lips started to twitch upwards more and more as you went on. "It was just a nice gesture is all I'm saying" You concluded.

Kate had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling so hard. It was a bit of relief to know you were ever bit as awkward as she was. "That's good to know I'm Kate by the way."

"I'm Y/N and its nice to finally know your name. Wait are the same Kate who destroyed the bell tower last year."

"Um yeah that's me how did you know about that."

"Everyone at school talks about it says it's the most epic thing to ever happen here. So you really brought the whole thing down with one arrow" You gushed with genuine curiosity. Back in California you knew a couple of archers but none of them had that much skill.

"Um yeah I was just aiming for dong to make the bell ring. I didn't know the whole thing was going to come crashing down. I guess I should've taken in consideration how old it was" she admitted sheepishly.

"Still though that's pretty badass and no offense you probably did the school a favor. I mean they should take better care of the property keeping it up to date" You told her leaning over a bit more.

"Cool you know I keep my bow and arrow on me at all times. Give two minutes to make a quick run to my friend's car, and I could meet you on the roof. You can give me a couple of challenges if you want" Kate suggested in excitement.

You beamed at her. "Sounds like a idea that could go horribly wrong but I'm down."

"Great see you on the roof" Kate wasted no time in heading for the door, but you didn't miss the quick thumbs up. She gave her two friends in the corner who returned the gesture.

Two minutes later the door to the roof flew open to reveal Kate standing there with a bow in one hand, and a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder. You were sitting on the ledge of the roof one leg dangling over the edge, and the other resting on the rooftop. "Alright do you have any targets in mind yet" she asked readying her arrow.

"Yeah thought I would make the first one easy for you. The man on the giant billboard forehead." You said pointing to the billboard just three buildings away across the street.

"Oh sweetheart that's child play I wanted a challenge." The arrow was already notched all she had to do was get her aim ready. Which only took one quick second before she released the arrow. It went soaring in a straight line and struck the billboard right in the center of the man's forehead. "Is there a reason you picked his forehead."

"Yeah he's pointing at his head in the picture now people won't his point or whatever." You told her with a light shrug.

"Okay what's next?"

Just as you opened your mouth to answer a scream pierced the air making both of you jump. Your hands came up to cover your ears for a few seconds a light pain struck them. Kate looked down below in search of the owner of the scream. Eventually the ringing in your ears settled enough for you to do the same.

"What the hell was that?" You asked as your eyes drifted down below trying to locate any sudden movements.

"That was a person and it sounded like whoever it was in danger" Kate answered not even fazed a little bit. There was an edge to her tone like she was determined.

"Should we go call the cops?"

"Let me go you assholes" a voice shouted off in the distance of an alleyway. About two blocks away from where you were.

"Someone's getting mugged or assaulted over there." You said standing up on the ledge to see at a better angle

"Where I can't tell where its coming from" Kate demanded.

"Over there" You repeated this time pointing in the direction. "I'll call the cops.

Kate shook her head "don't waste your time help won't arrive in time. I'll go check it out just wait up here for me okay."

Your eyes widened in realization when she hopped up on the ledge, and got ready to launch herself off of the roof onto the fire-escape just a few feet below. You reached out catching her by the arm. "Kate hold on this is dangerous. You could get hurt."

She brought her own hand up to cover yours. "Hey it's going to be okay I got this just trust me alright. I'm a badass remember."

Your grip tightened as the worry inside of you started to grow. "Kate those targets aren't just going to standby why you strike them down with arrows. They're going to move and fight back just think for a second." Your strength was slowly increasing by the second. It was when she winced a little and threw a quick glance at your grip. You realized your emotions were about to get the better of you. Your hand fell from her arm and she let out a small sigh.

"Y/N don't worry about me okay it might not make any sense now, but I'll explain later promise."

"But-" before you could argue any further another scream came from the same area. This one was filled with way more terror than the last one.

Kate didn't leave any more room for protest as she leapt down to the fire-escape. You stood there on the ledge hands lodged into your hair listening to her footsteps getting further and further away, and going into the distance of danger. There was voice inside of your head telling you to do something. You would probably have a better chance at saving the stranger than she would. After all you had better senses, speed and control not to mention your combat skills. You didn't need a weapon you were the a walking one. But your kind couldn't just go off to play hero like an wannabe Avenger or something. If somehow you were to get caught on camera. You wouldn't be exposing yourself and your mom, but every other werewolf on this planet. That wasn't a risk you could take plus you were supposed to be normal, and normal people would call the cops right about now.

But you weren't normal and Kate was the first real friend you had in a longtime. What kind of person were you to let her take this threat on by herself. What were the odds someone would be in the dark alley with a phone anyway? Not needing to think about for a second longer You made your back into the building to the party in search of something particular. Her friends spotted you the second you walked back in, and you saw not only them but also just exactly what you were looking for. A purple hoodie hanging on the back on of one of the chairs beside them.

"Does this belong to Kate?" You asked snatching it off the chair.

"Um yeah" one of them answered confused.

"Great she needs it thanks." Then you were gone back out the door just as fast as you came. You pulled the hoodie over your head and yanked it down. It was a the perfect fit and would do a good job at hiding your features as you let some of your wolf features takeover. Once you were back on the roof there was no holding back as you covered the distance between the roof and the alleyway in just a matter of seconds. A man was getting to rush Kate from behind while she was fighting off another guy. You dropped down landing right on top of him knocking him onto the ground face first. There was a crunch sound on impact rendering him unconscious.

There about three more men in the alleyway besides the one under you, and the one Kate was fighting. In your peripheral vision you spotted another one landing unconscious, and a pair of feet sticking out from behind the dumpster. That must be the person Kate rescued. One of the men moved to attack you swinging a crowbar right at your head. You ducked and tackled him around the waist. Using the momentum you rolled over and threw his body over your head. He went sailing into the air hitting the ground just a few feet away. The man just laid there afterwards groaning in pain.

One of the other men had went for Kate while you were distracted. You turned around to see how she was doing, and the sight of her dodging all of his sloppy punches with no effort. Caught you off guard for a few seconds giving the last guy the chance to kick you in the back and sent you stumbling forward. He wrapped an arm around your neck from behind pulling you into a headlock. His attempt to cut off your air supply made you panic for about a split second. Before your instincts took over and you sunk your claws into his arm making him cry out in pain. He let you go and tried to push you away from him, but you held on twisting his arm to the side. You cut off his cry of pain slamming your forehead into his own landing a vicious headbutt. Blood squirted from his nose getting all over you as his body was pulled over shoulder. You lifted him into the air for a few seconds before throw him into the wall like a sack of flour. He struck the wall back first and fell to the ground.

A hand grabbed your shoulder with your instincts still in high-gear. You didn't even stop to think as your hand reached around to grab the person's arm. So you could flip them over your shoulder onto the ground. After that you climbed on top of the stranger to pin them down. The person struggled as much as they could pushing violently at your shoulder. With the rage of the full moon in full effect you turned your head and snapped at the arm. Your teeth sunk into the flesh piercing the skin and the blood filled your mouth. Instead of letting go you bit down harder until the screams of agony reached your ears. Bringing you back to reality as the voice recognition made you realize. The person you were attacking was Kate.

Your jaw went slack letting her arm slip from your mouth. Where it fell to her chest and just laid there limp for a few seconds.

"Fuck Kate I'm so sorry" You whispered scrambling off of her.

Kate pulled herself up into a seating position trying to register your voice. It wasn't until you yanked the hood off that she truly recognized you. Her eyes widened in awe with a hint of fear behind them. Your eyes could only focus on her bloody mangled arm. Which she was now clutching to her chest wincing in pain every few seconds.

"I-I did-didn't mean to-to do that. You stuttered backing away as fast as you could.

You just broke the number one rule your parents had from day one. Never bite a human no matter how angry you are. Always have enough restraint to not bite. Not only had you bitten someone, but the person was your friend.

"Y/N no it's okay I mean yeah I'm sort of freaked out-" Kate started. But never got the chance to finish as you whirled around, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Home

You burst through the front door not caring if your mom's guests were still present. Luckily enough though they weren't the apartment was completely empty. You made your way into the kitchen the scent of baked goods still fresh in the air. Your mother had her back to you putting away dishes. But there was no hiding the scent of fresh blood on your clothes and on your mouth.

The plate fell to the kitchen floor shattering into pieces upon impact. Your mother turned around to face you with worry. "Baby what happened? Are you okay? Who attacked you?" She asked all at once rushing over to inspect your body for injuries.

You let her finish checking you out moving your body in every way. Before answering her questions "I didn't get attacked mom. It was me I did the attacking."

"Sweetheart" she breathed caressing your cheek.

"Mom I bit someone"

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[ravenzeppeli]

Daddy Prosciutto |Prosciutto x Reader Lemon|

Warning: daddy kink, dom and sub relationship, spanking, spit.

   "You see.. this just isn't acceptable attire for you to wear. You can't represent your commitment to me in a short skirt and a shirt that has your breasts hanging out. Throw these out," Prosciutto commended, throwing the items of clothing on the floor that he found slutty for some reason. "No more of this."

       You raised your hands in protest, in practical utter disbelief at what he was telling you to do to most of your clothes. "You're expecting me to throw half of my wardrobe out. Why?! These are my clothes Prosciutto, this is not fair!" Why was he trying to control you like this? So lame. So hot. Such a daddy.

       "Oh shut up. I'll just buy you some more clothes, clothes much more suitable for you. You need to cover up and respect me as your boyfriend now," he said, closing your clothes drawer gently. He turned around, purple eyes staring at you with sternness. "How does that sound?"

         You shook your head, prepared to give him a hard time. You didn't care about his stupid ass rules. You would break them with ease. "No! I don't need a man buying me things, I'm independent, so drop your shit." You rolled your eyes at him, glaring in his direction. You tried to hide your arousal. He was such a dominant man, and you liked that. That's why you agreed to date him. You needed to be dominated and controlled. It was so fucking hot, especially when he did it in front of the team and humiliated you.

        "You've been a huge brat lately, and I'm fed up." He shook his head, walking over to you. You stayed still, letting him grab you and drag you towards your bed. "You're getting punished and fucked," he snapped, ripping your shirt open, revealing your breast automatically because you weren't wearing a bra. "So naughty," he muttered, smacking your left breast with force, leaving a red handprint behind.

       You moaned, "Will you be my daddy Prosciutto?" You touched his face, causing his blonde eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "I want you to punish me and put me in my place because I like to be a real bad girl. I don't think that you'll be able to handle me, though. I see you breaking up with me in a week tops." Guys were never able to keep up with you. They always gave up. Ran for the hills. Was he actually different?

        "Break up with you? Please, I'm not going anywhere, so cut your shit. You are my girlfriend and you will stay my girlfriend. I have made my final decision, and I'm sticking with it, little girl." He raised his hands, grabbing your breast. "You want me to be your daddy? Let me show you who daddy is then," he muttered, fingers pinching your erect buds. "Pull down your pants and underwear and show me your pussy now.

      You were ready to listen to him, unbuttoning your pajama pants and pulling them down, revealing that you were wearing no underwear. You hoped that he wouldn't say anything because you did it in hopes of him spending the night with you. You were eager to please him always, you liked him so fucking much.

      "I want you to ask me to spank and fuck you, okay? Ask daddy to punish you for having a smart mouth for these past six days." He slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your core, automatically hitting your g spot. "Come on, be a good girl for me."

       "Yes, signore," you whined, collapsing into his body, your head resting on his exposed chest. "Oh wow, you smell like vanilla. That's so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot daddy. I'll listen to you, fuck those clothes. Fuck them," you practically moaned, face turning a bright red as you grew much too wet for your taste because he just started.. why were your juices already running down your thighs.

      Prosciutto let a gentle laugh escape his lips as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you, his other hand roughly smacking the middle of your bare ass. "See? Why were you pretending like you weren't going to listen to me, cara? You're so be silly but also very naughty for testing me," he spoke softly, letting his hand crash down on your left thigh, leaving behind a red handprint.

       "I'm sorry, Daddy!" You exclaimed, hands raising to grip his shirt, forehead pressed against his chest as you practically trembled in his arms, his hand raising to smack down on your left ass cheek three times. You were going to behave for him, take your punishment with no complaints, but you could at least apologize. You have been a huge brat for the past six days, but for a good reason. "I was just being a brat because I wanted your attention!"

      "How naughty of you," he said sharply, hand raising and crashing down on every inch of your bottom and sit spots, leaving every inch of your ass a bright red. He slipped a third finger into you smoothly, picking up the pace as he felt your juices leaking, running down his arm. "You're enjoying this so much. You've been needed a man in your life to take care of you and set you straight, haven't you?"

       "Yes, Daddy!" You exclaimed, tightening your grip on his shirt as you hopped up and down, his smacks causing tears of pain and pleasure to fill your eyes. "It hurts though, I didn't mean you that much harm! I'm really sorry!" You tightened around his fingers as his hits ceased, his hot hand gently rubbing your ass, trying to sooth your stings to no avail. You definitely were never going to push Prosciutto. He wasn't the kind of man who liked to have his buttons pushed.

        He pulled his three fingers out of you, gently pushing you onto the bed. "It's okay, I forgive you, baby. I know that you'll be a good girl for me now," he said softly, unbuttoning his suit, revealing his toned body and light six-pack. "You were about to cum so I had to stop, I want you to cum on my cock. Lay on your back and spread your legs for me please." He kicked his shoes off, unzipping his pants as he pulled down his pants and underwear, his 8 inch cock springing to life.

       You obeyed, positioning your head on the pillow as you lay on your back, legs spread and slick with desire for him. "Thank you so much for forgiving me, I promise that I'll be good for now on and listen," you whined, staring up at him with impatience as his purple eyes slowly creeped down your quivering, naked body. You talked shit for six whole days just to be put in your place in like 10 minutes. Damn.

       His cock twitched with anticipation, "you're so pretty.. and you're all mine. I feel bad for any guy that dares to approach you because I'll kill them. I have to keep a close eye on you." He shook his head, walking over to you. He climbed on top of you, hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed inside of your slick core with ease, a deep moan escaping his lips as he fully entered. "Fuck.. you feel so good. Such a perfect little cunt, want daddy to sleep with my cock in you all night? Want to get use to having daddy's cock inside of you?"

      You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled his face close to yours. "I know I've only known you for five months but I love you, I fucking love you. I don't care if you love me back though, just please don't leave me. Stay with me please," you begged him, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving.

       "I love you too. That's why I've been so protective over you. You're so precious to me Y/N, so fucking precious," he said, licking his lips before he slammed his lips into yours, his cock thrusting in and out of you. The bed creaked back and forth, his tongue forcefully slipping into your mouth. He let his right hand drop, two fingers rubbing your clit fiercely- he was going all in tonight.

       You moaned into his lips, legs shaking as you tightened around him. When he pulled away from your lips, your face turned a bright red once his hungry purple eyes met yours. You felt so fucking filthy. "Spit in my mouth daddy," you whined softly, your juices wetting your sheets. Fuck, you didn't want to do laundry tonight.

       "I'm going to fucking murder your pussy if you keep talking dirty to me like that, I'll have to get you a wheelchair once I'm done with you cara," he practically growled, two fingers now gently slapping your clit as he rolled his hips and in and out of you, his free hand raising to grab the headboard as he spit in your open mouth. "You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!" He added his two fingers inside of you, fingers moving next to your cock, stretching you out beyond your limits.

        You swallowed his sweet spit gratefully, trembling beneath him as you shook your head. "No no no please daddy," you begged, multiple orgasms flowing throughout your body as you squirted, refusing to hold it in. "I can't take it, I really can't!" Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, your body feeling overstimulated. You've never in your life been fucked this good before, the harsh sting in your bottom not even bothering you in the slightest.

        "But I'm not done," he taunted, shaking his head as he gripped the headboard, fingers and cock violating your poor pussy- you were going to be sore for days if he didn't stop soon. "I'm not fucking done baby, don't you want daddy to destroy your pussy? The bed isn't wet enough." He grinned down at you, the bed violently rocking back and forth.

       "No, no, please, please stop it, Daddy! I really can't take it anymore, please give me a break!" You begged him, snot and tears running down your face, more of your juices soaking the bed. "Stop it," you whined, hands dropping to push against his chest.

        He pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them in his mouth as he gave you three more violent thrusts before he pulled out, his hand dropping from the headboard to wrap around his cock, giving it three pumps before shooting his cum all over your breasts. "Was that fucking good? Did you like that?" He questioned, free hand smacking your sore womanhood twice. He panted above you, eyes wild with lust as sweat dripped from his body. His blonde locks were a hot mess, chest heaving up and down as his six pack glistened. Fuck, he was so fucking hot.

       You nodded your head, a low groan escaping your lips. Your entire lower body was sore, but it was so worth it. "Yes, Daddy," you whispered, hands dropping limply next to you. "But I can't move, I'm sore. You fucked me so hard daddy." Best sex ever.

        "How about I run you a bath and throw the sheets in the washer? I'll put some clean ones on the bed, and then I'll get in the tub with you and wash your little body. Sound good, baby?" He questioned softly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips before standing up.

       You nodded your head, closing your eyes as another low groan escaped your lips. "Thank you, Daddy," you mumbled, letting your body go limp. Fuck, it was going to take you days to recover.

[obsessionsooostrong]

You were reading in the library, a book on color changing spells for transfiguration when a ruckus erupted a few shelves away. You didn’t bother to lift your head for it was always those idiot gryffindor boys. James of course made you want to jump out of your skin with his blabbing, Sirius was just plain obnoxious with his hair obsession and Remus was barely tolerable on a good day.

You heaved a sigh as the three of them rushed past your isle as an angry madam prince followed with what looked like a purple raccoon on her head instead of hair. You held back a small giggle at that and attempted to get back to reading.

After a few minutes of almost no silence I hear running footsteps once more, but this time only a singular pair.

“Hey, could I sit here please?” Remus panted, while trying to stabilize his form against a bookshelf.

You look at him with a look of disdain before letting out a sigh and allowing him to join.

He lowers himself into the chair next to me and pretends to read as madam pince stomps by.

“Thank you again, seriously I could not afford detention again.” He says, attempting to start a conversation that you were not interested in.

“Of course, now if you don’t mind I would like to sit in silence” you glared at him saying this, trying to give a not-so-subtle hint that he should leave.

Instead he leans back in his chat and picks up a book straight from the shelf behind him and starts reading. You allow it because this silent version of him is much easier to handle.

And so started the daily reading sessions in the library. You would try different areas to avoid him at first, but he somehow always found you to sit with. Eventually giving up was the only option, for you would not give up that library to him.

A month later he sits next to you again and nudges your shoulder. You look up at him expectantly.

“Look, I know you don’t like me being here but would it kill you to give a guy a chance?” He burst out, sounding a bit frustrated. “I don’t quite understand how you haven’t understood that I am only here reading everyday for hours because I want you to talk to me. So please, just talk to me.”

You gaze at him in shock as his eyes roam about your face.

“I just tell me whether you are open to a date so I can stop reading until my eyes feel like they are falling out of my head?”

“Okay Remus, fine.” You say and watch his face light up. “No promises of more than a date okay?”

“I wouldn’t expect any more, love”

“Don’t call me that please”

“You know it’s true lovely, my muse” he says with a wink.

You are really regretting your decision now. You send him an amused agrin as he leaves the library.

[starry-skies-116]

Times I should've realized I was trans af-🏳️‍⚧️⚧🏳️‍⚧️

Back in 3rd grade, when my hair grew long enough, I’d tie it up into a ponytail, drape the hair over my head to make it look like a masc haircut, clip it so that it would stay in place, and then place a beanie over it to cover the clips. I’d always be in the school restrooms, pretending to be a man. One time I even walked into the boys restroom during recess- that moment for me was the most euphoric moment in my entire year of third grade.

One time, I wanted to a little social experiment at 13- this was before I got my first period. I went out masquerading as a boy with my Mum, and the shopowner called me ‘handsome’ and praised my mom for ‘raising such a good son’. I felt so happy until my Mum corrected the shopowner that I was a ‘girl’. Thanks, Mum. /sarc

I LOVED pixie and boycuts, but my mom forbade me from getting one (hence me doing the shit I did in number one).

When I learned the term ‘transgender’, I thought that it couldn’t possibly me me due to the stereotypes that have been implanted forcibly inside my head about gender roles. Then, as I watched more and more trans youtubers and videos and learned more and more, I realized “Hey, this shit actually fits me”. Sometimes I didn't feel any gender at all (agender moment-)

One time, I accidentally walked in on a guy peeing in first grade because his dumbass forgot to lock the door. I got chewed out by my disgusting and toxic first grade teacher way more than I should have, but it was in that moment that I realized “Damn. I wish I was born a guy.”

My original favorite colors were purple, blue, yellow, black and white. I was just brainwashed into being forced to like pink by my family because “OH YOU’RE A GIRL YOU HAVE TO LIKE PINK.” I was so uncomfortable with that statement, and aggressively tried to follow it to please my family until my friend said “There’s no such thing as boy or girl things, you do you.” So thank you, friend from elementary school, I owe you everything. 😀

Over Christmas, I’d always watch my cis friends get what they want as gifts. I’d ask for legos and dolls, they’d give me the ‘feminine’ version. I’d ask for new shoes, they’d give me those god-awful neon pink and purple ones. I’d want transformers action figures, they’d give me Monster High dolls. Not that I don’t like Monster High, but still. TF my mates.

I’d always want to attend the parties and community gatherings of the men in our community, and my Dad would jokingly say he’d bring me along if I was a man. My heart would never fail to NOT sink at such a statement.

MULAN.

Doesn’t matter if you think of Mulan as transmasc, transfem, nonbinary, cisgender or literally anything else. Every trans child watching this literally went *vine boom*. INCLUDING ME. YOU CAN’T DENY THAT, BUDDY.

Whenever my Mum would joke about me getting married to a man and having children, I would feel incredibly uncomfortable and ask to change the topic. Of course, they obliged, but the sour taste wouldn’t leave for at least an entire week- and that’s rich coming from me, because my ADHD ass usually forget things very quickly (could also be an intersex moment- I have a weird-ass relationship with ‘biological sex’).

When I got my first period at 13 years old, it was very light, just barely noticeable bleeding. It didn’t make me feel all too dysphoric, and I thought to myself: “Y’know, maybe having a period isn’t so bad.” That is, until my parents threw a Voni ceremony, a ceremony celebrating when an AFAB has her first menustration and she’s deemed physically and spiritually a young woman. It was SO awful, dolled up in makeup and jewelry and dressed up in all the saris they forced me to wear. I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror, but it would’ve broken my heart to shatter the happy expressions of my grandparents. Why couldn’t I have just been their grandson and not their granddaughter…? Actually, y’know what, screw it- even if I was born a guy, I probably still would’ve been trans. (enby moment-)

I was actually happy when me and my mother learned from my doctor that I had PCOS and was thereby intersex at 14. There was an explanation for my hair growth! I liked my body and facial hair- but then came when my mother subjected me to torturous monthly waxing appointments, diets, and forced birth control pills. They even told me I had a ‘high testosterone content’, discussing estrogen treatment, and referred to me as a ‘young lady’ throughout it all. It took all my effort to not cry on the way home.

One time, all my loose shirts were in the washer, so I had to wear a tight shirt. Not only was my autistic ass screaming at how tight and uncomfortable the fabric was, but at how it showed my chest. People were staring- they never commented, but I could already imagine their thoughts. I never wanted to perish more than in that very moment.

The only things I like about my current body are my hips and thighs. Oh, and my thick-ass sideburns, facial and bodily hair, and eyebrows.

I really want to be broad like an AMAB, have a deeper voice like a guy. I’d occasionally ask my parents ‘well what if I was a boy’ or say shit like ‘I wish I was a boy’. I still do.

[hamatosami]

Fire and Ice

Chapter 2

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I walked to my apartment swiftly with a pit of excitement in my stomach. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a genuine friend to hang out with. Probably since high school. But taking into consideration I came from Florida, naturally none of my friends were here.

My mom begged me for months to not move here to New York, but I was longing to experience something different.

However the other main reason I moved was because Levi convinced me to come with him. He said our relationship would take a toll being so far apart, and I agreed with him at the time, but the more time goes on here I’m starting to see his manipulations.

I really thought I would have found my group in college, well now I’m a sophomore and it still never happened. I was super stoked to find out Sophomores could live without room mates and I took up the offer fast. And trust me when I say it was worth the extra money. 

I used to be so friendly, some even called me a party girl. Now any moment I can have alone and away from everything I take it.

I walked into my apartment and received a welcome from my cat. This was my safe space. It wasn’t much, the sink barely worked half the time, there were cracks all over the ceiling and my neighbors were loud, but it was mine. I walked to the bathroom to take off my makeup. When I looked in the mirror, that’s when my heart fell to pieces. The bruise on my face was painfully way more obvious than I thought. It was more developed and purple. 

Everyone in my classes today definitely saw it, including my professor who was always so painfully rude to me. I never understood why. I’ve made the Deans list consecutively since I’ve started here. I was always a good student.

I took a moment to observe my eye.

It stung to the touch. A tear fell from my eyes when I looked at the mess Levi created. I tried so hard to remember the incident but I didn’t. My brain now was trained to block out any memory of him hurting me. This was good for my sake. If he wasn’t the only person I had here, leaving would be much more simpler.

BUZZ BUZZ

Speaking of the devil.

Levi’s name popped up on my screen. This was the first time all day he tried talking to me all day. A simple press of the “F-you” button was enough for me.

I put both of my hands on the sides of the sink and I held in a cry. I was trapped and there was no way of getting out.

BUZZ BUZZ

Just as I expected. He was spam calling me. And he won’t stop until I answer. I’ve tried ignoring him in the past, but it either ends up when him at my door ready to hurt me or a call from the police.

There was nothing I could do to get away from him. I learned to survive by just doing what he says and pretending I enjoyed his company.

At least until I found a way out of this mess.

I sighed and sniffled. I pulled myself together fast. He didn’t deserve to hear me cry.

I regrettably answered the phone.

”H-hello?” 

“Eve? Baby? Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Yeah right. Worried I’m going to call the cops probably.

”I’m fine Levi, please just leave me alone.” That was probably the wrong this to say. Any sound of irritation could lead to more trouble and my face couldn’t handle any more.

”Babe wait. Talk to me please.” His voice sounded sloppy like it did last night. He had to have been drinking again. Go figure. His tone gave me flashbacks. I felt my hand shake.

I needed to hold it together.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I said looking in the mirror. Maybe this time I could be strong enough to leave, but leaving could land me seriously hurt or worse.

”Yes there is. Look… I’m sorry okay?”

”Sorry doesn’t change the bruises on my face!” My voice began to raise.

”What are you talking about?” He questioned. He quickly dropped the innocent persona he was giving.

”You know what you did. Everybody saw it.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. I found myself holding my hand over my mouth blocking the sound of my cries.

God I hate confrontation. It felt so dangerous with him.

“Ugh! See Eve!! This is what I hate about you. You’re always making stuff up to make me feel like the bad guy!” He yelled.

Making stuff up?! I literally have a bruise on my face! Is he crazy?!

“Levi! I’m literally looking at the bruise on my face right now!” My voice became raspy. 

“I didn’t even hit you that hard. You’re such a drama queen. This is why everybody hates you! You should be grateful I even put up with you. You’re such a god damn narcissist Eve!” Hearing his words again put a pit in my stomach. I knew deep down he was just manipulating me, but I couldn’t help the feeling that maybe he was right.

maybe I really was the problem.

He’s definitely left bigger bruises on my body than this. Maybe he just felt disrespected.

”You’re right…” I said in a broken tone. “I-I’m sorry.” I began to cry.

There was a long pause.

”I care about you Eve. I don’t want us to fight. Just please stop making me yell at you.” My mind went numb. I knew he didn’t care, but I was trapped. Who else did I have? 

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said without any life to my voice. I clearly wasn’t sorry, at this point I just said anything to keep him calm and to keep him from banging on my door.

”Where are you? You’re not drinking are you?” I wanted more than anything to just get off the phone with this guy.

”No Levi, I’m home. You know I don’t like to drink. I need to go now. I’m tired and I’ve barely slept.” I lied. 

“Okay then, just be careful. I love you.” Those words spatted out so easily for someone who clearly didn’t love me. It was the fineness to his voice that always stopped me in my tracks.

”I- I love you too.” Was this true? I don’t know. I did love him at some point, but how many hits to the jaw can you take before you lose all feelings?

I hung up the phone and fell back words on my bed. I looked at the pictures of my family hanging on my wall. I loved them dearly and I missed them a lot.

My mom is the most humble woman I’ve ever met. A cancer surviver who has been battling breast cancer for about 5 years now. Part of me feels guilty not being home, but doctors said she only has a few treatments left before she’s hopefully cancer free.

My dad is just as wonderful. He’s a youth councilor and helps young teenagers. He didn’t make the most money, we never lived lavishly, but he always worked hard to provide for our small family. He always made sure I was able to dance and do all the art clubs in my school and was my biggest supporter. He was at every single school event, art show, dance recital you name it. 

I shut my eyes tight reminiscing of what use to be. I missed my friends, I missed my family. A tear rolled down my cheek into my ear. This isn’t how life is suppose to be. 

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The next day arose. The sounds of sirens and car horns woke me up like clockwork. My cat was nuzzled in my armpit which was his usual spot. I gave him a pet and kissed his little forehead. I walked to my bathroom and began to brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I was beyond excited to hang out with April today. Her spirit was almost just as beautiful as she was. I just hope she likes me. 

I sorted through my closet and landed on a yellow sundress with pink flowers. I loved dressing up. This dress always brought out the golden accents in my hair and made me feel like a princess.

I twirled around in my mirror. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn something nice. Levi never liked when I wore dresses in public because it was “too revealing”. My heart sunk at the thought of Levi. 

BUZZ BUZZ

I unlocked my phone to see a message from Levi.

”Good morning baby.”

I left it on delivered unknowing if I wanted to respond or not.

It can wait.

I went into the bathroom to style my hair and do my makeup. I curled my golden hair and did a light wash of makeup. I used concealer to hide the bruise near my eye. Rosy cheeks and feathered brows always complimented my face. I added some mascara and lip gloss to my rose fleshed lips. 

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Admiring my feminine features. I forgot how beautiful I could look. Before I moved here I would dress up almost every day. I was the girl who always wore skirts to school, who always had their makeup done and who decorated their notebooks.

Later on, I found myself so engulfed in Levi’s capture, that I truly lost myself in every aspect. I shook my head and tried to maintain myself.

Today was going to be a good day, I reminded myself.

I received a text from April and my face lit up.

”Hey girl! Just wondering if we’re still on for today. Meet me at the front of the school? 🫶🏼“

”Of course! I’m starting to head out now. I’ll be there in 15 :)” I responded. I got a little gitty inside. 

I had a car, but manhatten was so crowded that driving at this time would be hell. I lived almost next to the campus anyways so it wouldn’t be a problem.

I locked my doors and headed out to see April. The city truly was beautiful. It had a magic to it that you couldn’t find in Florida. My heals clicked among the sounds of passing people and busy streets. Around me were people faintly speaking every language possible, leaving me in awe at the wonderful culture.

I arrived to the front of the school, where I had met April yesterday. I patiently waited for her arrival. 

“Eve!” I heard a bright voice call. I whipped my head around and saw April shining brighter than the sun. Her essence radiates from every angle. She waved as she ran to say hi.

”Hey!” I said as she embraced me in the most welcoming hug. 

“It’s so good to see you!” She said as if she’s known me for years. “Oh my god look at you! You look so cute!” She exclaimed.

Easy for her to say with how incredibly beautiful she was. She looked like a movie star. Her face was perfectly angled, skin smooth and seamless like porcelain.

”Stop it! You’re actually the sweetest!” I said.

I of course gave her a whole tour of the campus as we walked around talking and getting to know each other. I told her about my family and why I moved up here to pursue journalism.

She told me of her life living in New York and through the loss of her dad. My heart sank because I wouldn’t know what I would do if I ever lost my family.

We finally made it to the coffee shop. It wasn’t a fan favorite of the students because it was small, run down and had a limited menu. But it was quiet and became a great place to get away and study outside of my apartment and to stay away from Levi when I needed it.

”Eve! Darling how are you doing today?” The store owner knew me very well because I of course was a regular customer. He was another reason I loved coming here.

”I’m doing great Mr Francisco! This is my new friend April. I may have told her you guys have the best chai around.” I winked.

”Ahhh don’t worry. I will make you the best chai in all of Manhattan.” He said in his beautiful Italian accent. “And for you my dear, you will try it for free.” 

April lit up in her charming beauty. She was a gracious character for sure. Her energy I admired.

”Thank you so much sir.” April thanked with her hand on her heart.

”And the usual for you my dear?” He said to me.

”Of course! Thank you!” I said to my dear friend.

”Ahhh don’t you worry Eve I will put extra extra salted caramel for you.” He said practically dancing away to his latte machine. He made our drinks with absolute love and we made our way to sit.

Mr Francisco always used antique China imported from Italy. His tables were rustic and his chairs were always super cushiony. This coffee shop was like a second home.

”He is the sweetest man.” April said leaning over the table. Her voice was almost as angelic as her face if that’s not weird to say.

“He really is.” I sighed. I was a girl of a few words. I hadn’t had any healthy interactions in almost 2 years. This was hard for me.

”So can I ask you something personal?” She asked getting closer to me and lowering her voice.

”Of course!” I said. I took a sip of my chai too early because it slightly burnt the tip of my tongue.

”You haven’t mentioned one thing about Levi at all today.” She said disheartened.

My heart hurt thinking about it. Surly I didn’t want to put all the pressures of my abusive boyfriend on this poor girl our first night hanging out. I decided I wouldn’t go into much detail, but still be honest with her.

”Well umm. He doesn’t really treat me very well.” I said uncomfortably.

Aprils face softened with concern.

”What do you mean?” She said as she took a sip of her tea.

”He umm is kind of… abusive.” I said as my stomach tied in knots.

April almost choked on her tea. She put her cup down flabbergasted.

”Eve. Darling. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” She said almost breaking a tear.

“I mean yes, but no.” I said shamefully. “After the way he beat my face in the other night all I want to do is leave, I’m just too scared.” 

I unfortunately ended up telling April everything about me and Levi. About how he kept me from having friends. His emotional and physical abuse and so on. I was insanely shocked at how much she listened and wanted to help me. 

“I would have never guess you were going through all of that.” She said. “And on top of that your mom is battling cancer.” She said as we got up to leave the coffee shop. We walked outside and a slight chill came upon us. It was starting to get dark out.

”It’s okay. I want to leave him I just don’t know how. I don’t feel safe.” I said. 

“You know I have my own place if you need to stay with someone. It’s a little further from campus, but if you don’t feel safe you could always come to my place for as long as you need.” She said as she walked aside me.

”Really? You would do that?” I stoped walking for a moment. This girl really was so kind and charitable. She was everything I’ve always wanted to be, if not better. 

“Of course! Cmon I’ll walk you home.” She said.

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Blood Is Fun

Chapter One: Earth

It was a typical Tuesday, I was walking home from school, with Luz of course. She’d been my best friend since kindergarten, but since going away to camp last summer, she’s been very different. There was a loud crack in the woods behind her house, so we went to check it out.

“Is everyone okay?” Luz asked, pulling up four other teenagers with pointed ears.

“Oh no.” My Luz said it was quiet, but I could hear it plain as day.

“Vee?” The other Luz asked in awe, then recognized me and stood trying to hide her other friends.

Though I didn’t know why, tears began to fall from my eyes, “Who is Vee? And who are they?” My gaze caught on the charm bracelet I had made Luz for her seventh birthday, it was on a purple-haired girl, with a voice of steel I asked, “You gave it away?” 

“Kaira? We- I- you- remember me?” The other Luz asked, frozen.

“Luz? Who are these people, why’d they call you ‘Vee’? I turned to my friend, accusation in my tone.

“My name is Vee, I’m a basilisk.” And she shifted, into an amazing mermaid-equse creature, but I stepped back in horror.

I tripped and hit my tailbone on the muddy ground, turning to the other- the real Luz, “You said we couldn’t be friends anymore? But you kept the bracelet, just to give it to someone else? Why are you so scratched up, where've you been? Does your mom know? And why do they have pointy ears?” I was mad, so I stood, wiped the debris off my bottom and marched up to her.

“Amity, you okay?” She was talking to the girl who had my bracelet.

“Yeah, I’m okay, is this Earth?”

“Yeah, earth, the place of traitorous friends, and awful liars.” I turned to leave, she wouldn’t even acknowledge me.

She probably had a good reason but I just found out my best friend wasn’t even human, and my actual friend had a pointy-eared girlfriend to keep her company, why should I care that after I told her I loved her she ran off and fell in love with someone else?

A boy, a little older than me, was holding my wrists behind my back, “Is she to be trusted, or do we need to dispose of her?” I could feel him unsheathe a sword or dagger or something like that.

Panic flashed across her face, “No, we don’t need any murders. Police would trace it back too soon.” She trailed off, she was more worried about being tracked than my life.

“That and I’d be dead?” The boy yanked my arms down, making me yelp.

“Please don’t hurt her.” Lu- Vee cried, she shifted back to Luz’s form.

“Will she spill our secret?” His grip tightened.

“No, she wouldn’t put me in danger like that.” Vee was right, I wouldn’t let her get hurt, and after not mentioning my confession I figured she just wanted to pretend it never happened, not that she didn’t even know.

“Fine.” He let me go, and I whirled and punched him in the stomach.

“Don’t touch me, asshole,” I whispered in his ear, to him keeled over.

“Kaira! Don’t hurt him!” Luz fretted, rushing to the blond boy’s side.

The boy glared at me, and I him. “Don’t hurt him like you didn’t hurt me?” I was quiet and tired, I had mountains of homework to help Vee with, and I didn’t want to go home.

“Kai…I have someone else…” Finally, she remembered that we were friends, that I used to matter to her.

“The purple-haired girl? Amity?” She nodded, and Amity stood at her name, “Yeah, I figured, and let me guess, you ‘adopted’ the other three?” Another nod, and I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice, “So…I guess you don’t want me to ruin this for you?” The start of a nod, and a guilty look was all I needed. 

It started raining and I started running, deeper into the woods. I was no longer needed, unwanted by everyone I thought cared. My parents didn’t care if I didn’t go home for three weeks as long as CPS didn’t knock on their door. I barely felt the thorns and brambles scratch my skin. I tripped again, and the world went black.

-Vee-

Kaira was my best friend, sure she was technically Luz’s friend, but I’ve never seen her run like that…she was really hurt by Luz.

“Gus? Willow? You guys okay?” Luz shook off her stunned shock.

Mumbled yes’s followed. “Is she gonna be okay?” I asked, Kai could get hurt in there…

Luz ignored me, choosing to help everyone up, “Kaira wasn’t my friend before summer break, so I’m surprised she befriended you. If she wanted to be friends with me, she wouldn’t have punched Hunter, or ran off into the woods. It’s her fault, and she can get herself home.” Luz hugged Amity again.

“You hurt her feelings, Luz. I’ve never seen you be so mean before. What’d she do to you?” Amity asked.

“She…she told me she loved me…” Luz was so quiet, like it was a dirty secret she didn’t want to admit, “But I didn’t feel the same, and that’s why Mom made me go to camp, to get over losing my best friend…” She looked so mad, a primal fury that Kai didn’t deserve.

-Luz Noceda-

Kaia didn’t love me, she didn’t then and she couldn’t now. I love Amity, and either way, we split ways so I’m not gonna be friends with her at school or in the store or wherever I end up seeing her.

“Luz…she didn’t look like someone who loves you.” Amity said, placing an arm around my middle.

“Good.” I steeled myself, then looked at Vee, I could be civil, for Vee, “But I guess we should at least see if she’s alright?” 

“I’m not going looking for an ugly little girl, who punched me.” Hunter said, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the cabin.

“The Golden Guard, bested by yet another fifteen-year-old girl.” I said, poking fun at him relieved some of the tension, “Vee, can you take them up to the house? I can explain everything to Mom when I get back.” Vee nodded, but neither Hunter or Amity left.

“Luz, you’re not going alone, right?” Amity asked.

“I have to, she was my friend, and I should make sure she’s okay. Plus it’ll be good for us to work out our issues alone.” I tried a smile, but Amity didn’t look convinced, Hunter walked out.

-Kaira-

I woke to nightfall, and that stupid boy tending a fire. I tried to stand, to the boy’s irritation.

“Who are you?” No answer, “Fine, I’ll call you Pointy Ears.” I opened my back pack, to find soaked papers.

“Luz said you loved her.” I froze, she’d never spill a secret like that to a stranger.

“....Past-tense, I used to, then summer came and I stopped, her rejection didn’t hurt anymore and I moved on, when she came to school I asked if we could be friends again, Vee said yes and I didn’t think anything was wrong. I guess she actually hates me for that.” I pulled out a red sharpie, and drew a hanging girl on my arm.

“Luz doesn’t hate you.” He threw more sticks in the fire.

“Sure, she just sent her guard dog to threaten me into not spilling her secret.” If I had a mirror I would’ve drawn blood and gore on my face instead. The horrors were a distraction from actually making the nightmares come true.

“I am no one’s dog.” He growled, somehow proving my point and completely disregarding it at the same time.

“Oooh, excuse me, Pointy Ears.” I drew across a thin scar left from my brush with cutting.

“You are excused, Rainbow Hair.” He said, a smirk creeping into his features.

“Who gave you the battle scars?” I wanted him gone, no one made fun of my hair.

“None of your business, Rainbow.” More venom, lovely.

“Fine, bye.” I stood to leave but he touched a piece of paper and suddenly, I was surrounded by ice, I gasped, and he chuckled.

“Promise that you will not harm Luz, or her friends.” He was holding a golden dagger to my throat.

I rolled my eyes, but said nothing. He couldn’t be that much older than me, and anyways I wasn’t scared of dying. I leaned towards the blade, just enough to scare Pointy Ears.

He pulled away, the ice wall came down and I walked away, leaving my red Sharpie. I didn’t know whether Jessica would be home or not, if she was she’d probably be with Jonas making very loud noises from the bedroom. I did not want to listen to that, but the other option was going to Luz’s, and she doesn’t want me there, right?

After about five minutes of walking I heard voices, “Kaira? Kaia, come on, where are you?” It sounded like Vee and Mrs.Noceda.

“Here.” I pushed away the brambles to see them, worry plastered on their faces.

“Kai, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you.” Mrs. Noceda pulled me into a fierce hug.

“Pointy Ears found me, he’s over there…” I trailed off, the fire was no where to be seen, “Nevermind, I should be off now, huh? Better get home to the parents.” I smiled, hiding my red arm.

“Yeah, I guess…” She loosened her grip just enough for me to wriggle out and run back to the town.

-Hunter, back at the house-

I walked in to a dark house, almost everyone was asleep, the basilisk and Mrs. Noceda were up looking for the Kaira girl. I don’t know why I made sure she was okay, No one else managed to find her, and Luz gave up after about five minutes. It was strange to see Luz hate someone more than me, I probably just wanted to see what made her worse than me. It could be that I never claimed to love Luz, of all people. Or maybe it was that I would never lean into a sharp blade? The memory of her throat pressing against my blade made my body cold. What made her so reckless? I laid down on the floor in a room full of weird metal cans, and fell asleep, exhaustion overriding fear.

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“Hunter! What are you doing in there?” I bolted upright, dagger in one hand, when I realized that it was just Luz.

“I was sleeping, but now I’m awake.” I pushed past her, the encounter with Rainbow Hair left me anxious, I wanted her to come back, mainly so I could teach her not to mess with me.

“Are you hungry?” Mrs. Noceda asked, holding a plate of floppy looking round flatcakes.

“No thanks, can I go outside?” I needed some air, there was a sharp pain in my lungs.

“Sure thing, mijo.” She said, gesturing to the door, I walked out.

I walked straight to a nice little tree that had some shade, Willow followed. We sat down, and I fell asleep.

-A Dream from Hunter’s POV-

Rainbow’s hair was blonde, a gorgeous platinum blonde. I couldn’t look away, why couldn’t I look away?

“You ready Hunter?” How did she know my name?

“Of course, after you, Kaia.” Words were coming out of my mouth, words that didn’t belong to me.

She rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, I noticed that I was wearing a rose-gold suit, she was wearing a matching dress that glittered to the floor, “Is it too much? It’s too much, I shouldn’t go, let me change real quick.” She tried to run back inside but something made me stop her.

“You are gorgeous, now,” I knelt, what happened to Willow? “Will you go to prom with me?”

Rainbow furrowed her brows at me, a cute little tic I couldn’t help but love, “Fine, but I still think it’s too much.”

“Uh, no, stop overthinking.” I smoothed her brows with my thumb, a light kiss on the cheek, barely missing her lips.

In a small voice, she whispered, “Everyone’s gonna stare, they’ll all laugh…” What was I doing? I wanted to take Willow to Grom, didn’t I?

“If they laugh, I’ll feed them to the Grom monster, and anyways, don’t you know nobody can keep their eyes off your beauty?”

She was stunned, and so was I, these were things I felt for Willow, weren’t they?

“Hurry up love birds!” It was Willow, she was waiting in a black car.

“Yeah, you two can ditch and kiss later! Come on!” Luz and Amity.

“No kissing here.” Mrs. Noceda and Gus.

Rainbow pulled me to the car, we sat down and I found my arm wrapped around her torso. She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, it was a weight I didn’t mind carrying, “You make me feel safe.” Our hands were intertwined, and  my free arm was running the length of her forearm. 

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I woke with my head in Willow’s lap. After that particular dream, I didn’t want to be around her. So I walked back to where I had met with Rainbow. I didn’t want to see anyone, I just wanted to be in peace for a few moments. 

“And it’s not like Luz ever liked me like that.” It was Rainbow, but who was she talking to? “I was probably just mistaking admiration for love. Whoops, ruined a life-long friendship for a mistake. And it looks like the blondie found my spot. At least he probably won’t ever come back. Right? Jessica was ‘making love’ to Jonas last night, so I came back, I know, coming back for what? I mean, I guess I just wanted to feel safe for once. And I should probably stop talking to myself before someone hears voices in the woods.” She stopped pacing, and laid face-down in the grass.

I was hiding behind a tree, eavesdropping wasn’t a favored trait, but I couldn’t help it. I heard a sigh and she rolled over, “How much did you hear?” She was leaning against the tree I was hiding behind.

“Just a little.” I sat too, what in the world was making me want to sit next to this insane female, instead of the girl I was currently dating?

“Sure, and I don’t dye my hair.” She paused. “Sorry, Luz says- used to say that I like to think I’m funny.”

“I thought your hair was naturally platinum?” I couldn’t see her but I could feel her presence, it was sharp, like iron.

She stood, backing away from me, “How did you know that?” Then she stopped. “Luz told you, nevermind.” She laid down, legs propped against the tree, looking into the dead branches.

“What is admiration?” It was a question I didn’t want to ask the others, they’d assume it had something to do with Belos, but it didn’t.

“Admiration is, well, for me it’s when I think someone is the coolest person ever. I keep mistaking for the stupid emotion called ‘love’, and it’s not like I know anyone worthy of admiration so it’s not like I know the difference between the two…” She trailed off again, almost like she keeps forgetting that I’m even here.

“So…I admire Luz, for helping me see the truth. But I don’t love Luz for that?” 

She groaned, she was getting tired of the subject, “I don’t fucking know? Go ask her your own damn self. Or hell, ask your girlfriend.” She pulled out a book, it was a thick book, titled: Not Your Type.

Huh, okay, one problem, “I can’t.” I didn’t realize I had said it aloud until she was right in front of me.

“You are willing to kill a random girl you just met, but you are too scared to ask your girlfriend to explain the difference between love and admiration?” She chuckled, I brought my knees to my chest, “Then you must be some sad sap.” She went back to her book, satisfied with her insults.

-Kaira-

His girlfriend must be a jerk to scare someone like him. Why doesn’t he just leave her if she’s like that? And I mean, the Willow girl doesn’t look like she could stop him, so what’s holding him back from leaving?

“Hunter? Are you okay? You left in a hurry earlier, did I do something wrong?” It was Willow…she sounded nice, and I don’t think she saw me yet.

“Willow.” Pointy Ears was surprised, “Yeah, I just needed some air. This tree is sad, isn’t it?” He regained some semblance of composure, I was pressed against the other side of the trunk.

“Oh…” She came close to where I was hiding, “Here, drink up.” She poured something on the roots, and the tree sprouted leaves, becoming more beautiful than I’d ever seen it. “Oh, hi there, Kaia, was it?”

A vine pushed me in front, face to face with the couple, I froze, no one called me Kaia, ever, “I don’t give a damn what Luz told you, but I hate it when people call me that. So don’t. Ever.” I snagged my book and bag, holding the book close to my chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Luz didn’t tell us your name, and I forgot to ask Vee for it, I just thought-”

“Well, you thought wrong, now then, I’ll bid you adieu.” Where did that vine come from? How did the tree heal? I turned to leave, they each said goodbye and I went to school, it was around noon, but the principal didn’t care as long as I did what he asked, when he asked.