#I’ll make a whole damn movie about it idk

[delizbin]

Personal take but totally inspired by the ff Fine Line by the amazing @firstdragonlady

[yeonzzzn]

I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume. 

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door. 

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library. 

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!” 

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.” 

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you. 

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies. 

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives. 

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure. 

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin. 

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.” 

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!” 

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.” 

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective. 

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one. 

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes. 

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook. 

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.” 

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.” 

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side. 

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.” 

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center. 

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake. 

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways. 

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered. 

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen. 

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes. 

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.” 

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board. 

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove. 

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door. 

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone. 

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?” 

“Can I have the police report?” 

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?” 

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?” 

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.” 

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.” 

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous. 

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.” 

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.” 

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.” 

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.” 

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep. 

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s. 

Meaning he wasn’t home. 

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number. 

“Hello?” 

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?” 

—

You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction. 

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?” 

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.” 

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it. 

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…” 

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.” 

You raised your brow, “Yeah?” 

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.” 

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.” 

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.” 

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue. 

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.” 

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.” 

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.” 

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.” 

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.” 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.” 

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after. 

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?” 

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.” 

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.” 

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line. 

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.” 

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.” 

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag. 

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together. 

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag. 

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.” 

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer. 

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours. 

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.” 

You swallowed, “Everything.” 

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.” 

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.” 

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?” 

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense. 

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?” 

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.” 

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.” 

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.” 

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.” 

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.” 

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.” 

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.” 

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening. 

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him. 

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them. 

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor. 

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face. 

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.” 

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face. 

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning. 

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?” 

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?” 

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.” 

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his. 

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid. 

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck. 

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.” 

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.” 

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.” 

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.” 

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.” 

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you. 

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,” 

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.” 

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you. 

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.” 

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.” 

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.” 

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick. 

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.” 

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.” 

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.” 

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours. 

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.” 

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.” 

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping. 

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.” 

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more. 

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right. 

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.” 

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.” 

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.” 

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was. 

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back. 

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more. 

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily. 

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?” 

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret. 

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again. 

What did you get yourself into?

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[oddballwriter]

Valentine's Day with the Moon Boys

Warnings: None that I really know of. To be fully honest I can't think of anything at all but if there is any then just let me know. 

Author’s Snip: Happy early Valentine's to you all! 💘

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

The literal archetype of a Valentine

Steven gets you a mixed bouquet of your favorite flowers and some other flowers that mean something in flower language in regards to love, a gift basket of your favorite candy and snacks, and a handwritten card that is basically a love letter

And he gets you two a spot at that fancy restaurant you like

It's literally how you see a couple celebrating Valentine's Day in the movies

He's happy about any gift you got him too but honestly he, and the rest of them, love spending the day with you the most

Cliché? Yeah. But it's true. Steven loves quality time and being with you. And Valentine's Day makes it a bit more special even though they all love you year round

He also gets a bit giddy when you call him your Valentine even though he's your boyfriend/husband, it just makes him blush a little

Marc Spector

Marc is the type of person to complain about Valentine's Day and goes on the whole "It's just a way to sell overpriced chocolate and stuff." but he'll be damned if he doesn't do something with you either

He hates the commercialization of the holiday but he's your Valentine regardless, them's the rules

Marc also doesn't really like the whole fact that everyone is in all the restaurants to have dinner because then there's no parking and it takes a long time to get seated

If you want to actually go then he sucks it up because it's still nice to go out with you, but he actually prefers ordering from the restaurants and eating at home

You guys honestly have more power and say over things if you order delivery from there. If you want to feel fancy then you guys can get the fancy plates and put the food on them, buy some wine or whatever dress the dinner table with a cloth and candles, dress all fancy, and just eat there.

No loud chatter of other people or a waiter to come in at the wrong time and ruin the moment between the two of you.

Maybe you want to slow dance after eating. And you can just do that. You can just walk into the living room put on some music and gently slow dance and sway for as long as you want.

It's honestly so romantic with it genuinely just being the two of you together with no interruptions

Jake Lockley

Jake might be the one who takes you on a "normal" date, as in it's like all your other dates or it's not your typical "Valentine's Day" type of date. But he makes sure that it still feels special in its own way.

Like you do to the same diner and spot that you usually do but there's just this air to it that makes it so deeply intimate and romantic in its own way that only you two feel

I do like the idea of Jake basically "running away from a day" with you where you two just hop into his car and drive somewhere, sort of go on an adventure

I honestly don't know how to describe it other than you guys just go somewhere and there's just this type air to it that makes it something that isn't just the fact that it's Valentine's day

Like idk maybe you find this clearing that has a nice view or you just drive someplace specific

Something that later on down the line becomes "your spot"

You guys are basically having your own Rapunzel and Eugene on the boat moment or any type of moment where its just very much a loving/falling in love scene except you guys are probably falling even deeper in love

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[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

some headcanons about dating timeskip!Kenma please!!

thank you Anon, I would absolutely love to share some stuff about this beautiful boy~ As always, feel free to send any other requests you got, I’ll be more than happy to share my thoughts~

status: unedited

word count: 1.4k (damn that’s the most I’ve written in a hot minute)

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, mentions of weed, crackfick a little suggestive? Idk man I’m sleepy

wrote this instead of studying for my physics final exam😋

🩵Aged Up Kenma Headcannons🩵~

Ok first off we gotta get the basic facts down. This boy may be sweet as sugar, but he’s also one lazy mother fucker. And For the most part, I’d say that he really doesn’t change much from when he was a kid. The most I can say about him, is he definitely is a lot more confident being in front of people, ( I mean that’s kinda his job now, but bear with me) and has become less awkward around people. Very different from when he first met Hinata, he can actually hold a good and relaxed conversation now. That’s not to say he isn’t introverted anymore, (he definitely still would rather be at home) but he is more confident in himself to be able to actually be able to engage with someone. Is he gonna go out of his way to talk to someone? Hell no, but he can at least handle being approached without overthinking and triggering his anxiety.

This definitely also translates to his relationship with you. You still will have be the one who makes the first move, or at least initiating conversations.

But one things for sure, once he likes you, he loves you. Like wanting to wife you up regardless of gender. And I feel like, (later on in the relationship ofc) if you ever had kids, he would be the best most present dad ever. Like he wouldn’t be a house husband, (his YouTube gig is completely paying for your mortgage) but because the majority of what he does has him, stream for like an hour, go on call for a few minutes, or just edit his videos for a bit, he would be able to make a lot of time for any and all children he has. But that’s way later on in the relationship.

Once he’s comfortable in the relationship with you, I can definitely see him involving you in his content. Not like a whole boyfriend and girlfriend couples channel, but like a once a year “reacting to fucked up shit with my girl” type beat.

And since we’re on the subject of content, <<<<<<<<

Like imagine having the most shitty day possible and you come home to your boyfriend streaming COD or some shit. You just face-plant into the bed next to him and he snaps his head towards you.

”shit baby you good?” he asks as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you concerned as you mumble angrily. He recognizes the nonverbal gestures and just pats his lap with a quick, “c’mere baby,” and hugs you, letting you muzzle your face into his neck away from the camera, and wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, before he kisses you head and say, “gimme ten more minutes to finish this and we’ll order some takeout k?”. He gives you the most sincere and adorable smile ever sending butterflies not only to you, but all his fans watching, as he smiles and goes back to playing like nothing happened, the chat going wilddddddd. (My gay ass heart go brrrrrr)

I know for a fact that somewhere out there in haikyuu internet, there is a corny ass edit of y’all doing that shit, trust. (I need to keep my slang outta here man 😭)

ok, getting off the sidetrack, kenma is still like rlly introverted. Like his ideal date is just sitting at home watching some cheesy studio ghibi movie (His favorite is the boy and the heron, fight me on that, it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.)

If not some cute Disney movie, I also feel like he’d be into like some mystery or like not quite horoscope stuff. Like I feel like he would really be into Wednesday. If he had to watch an actual horror movie, I feel like I’d be like some of the older ones like scream or Nightmare on elm street type shit.

Speaking of scream, I feel like at least once yall would have to do the ghostface couples costume thing. Like I feel like this would just suit him so well. Idk my brains just going feral on it right now. (This was supposed to have a link attached, but it kept fuckin up and I’m to lazy to deal with it so just look it up, the couples version, it’s hot af)

aside from the specific stuff that I know people hate reading, the next thing you gotta know about this version of kenma is he is a TEASE. Like not even like an NSFW type tease. Just like a “he’s an ass but I love him.” Like when he was younger I feel like he was too nervous and flustered to point that kinda stuff out. But now? Man is a menace and a half. The type of dude to be like, “I have no idea how your ass fits in those shorts. Oh no, you’re not taken them off now~” or like the most basic annoying shit like bro fuck off and let me cuddle you in peace without being annoying. Like, he’d be like, “ damn someone’s neady today~ you tryna fuck me in front of everyone?” Like bro stfu I’m just tryna cuddle. Either that or he’d call you clingy for returning the affection he initiated. Like bro, quit being a lil bitch and let me be happy you butt muffin.

Man is putting full pussy into annoying you. He’s the type of guy to call you the most vile, disgusting, cringe ass nicknames, specifically to piss you off. You need him to take out the trash? “Yes my Pookie Wookie McSmoo Moo bear~” *gags while writing this* You’re yelling at him for some stupid thing, “I sorry my sugar booger~.”

Yeah this part is real OOC, and I was gonna write more but I physically cannot bring myself to do it so anyway, his other 3 favorite things to annoy you by calling you is, Cutesie Poopsie, Shnookums, and side piece #2. (Bro I just gave myself the ick)

Beige flags aside, he does have some green ones . For example, he’s a fabulous listener. Like, you just wanna rant and yell about your day? C’mere babes, he already got fluffy blankets, stuffies, and fluffy socks at the ready. You just wanna cry in piece? Looks like his lap has a vacant spot, he can play games and scratch your head at the same time. #bbgtreatment (regardless of gender. If tumblr has taught me anything it’s that nobody is to thug to be bbg, can I get an amen?🙏 )

The more comfortable he is with you, the more he will make jokes, but in the most monotone voice ever. Like you could be ranting to your bestie on the phone like, “I forgot my umbrella at work… yeah I’m soaked,” and you just hear him from his corner calmly shouting “that’s what she said,” not even turning away from his game, as if it was natural to him. It’s always so easy to talk with him, unless it’s about his problems, but we ain’t gon talk about that rn, I’m feeling too fluffy.

There is one thing that I absolutely have to address for this man though. The average female height in my country is 5’4. And Kenma is only 5’6. Chances are, he’s not gonna be towering over you or nothing. Especially if you a tall specimen like me. (AFAB but gender is a construct yolo on those hoes). So chances are, this mf is for a fact, stealing your clothes. No article of clothing is safe. Hoodie? Sorry boo he got cold streaming. T-shirt? None of his were clean. Miniskirt? Onlyfans- He was pulling a Gojo sorry 😋

Tbh I don’t see him ever really having a wedding, or really ever getting married. Too much social interaction and attention on him. Gross. The most I can see him doing is, one night while y’all smoking pot or something, being like “yo wanna get married?” He wants to be with you forever without the government getting involved, but hey, times are tough, and marriage helps with tax returns. So y’all just kinda go to the courthouse, get it done, then fly off to some place to elope.

in all Kenma is just a great loyal guy, who is the biggest pain in your ass, but the biggest cutie patootie this side of the nuthouse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope y’all enjoyed, this was so fun to write, if you liked this and want more content like this make sure to request and check out my other stuff. Love y’all bastards, Thots and Enby Hots🩵

[yowyowyaoi]

Itachi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Konan

Nobody eats until you come out and eat with us 😤

Thank you! You’re the only one who even noticed 💙

You need to do a better job of hiding that kitten lol  it pushed open your door and walked down the hallway again

Of course! You know where I keep it you don’t even have to ask 😊

I know I’ve spoken to Nagato about them he’ll handle it

You have GOT to come try this new massage chair I got it’s heaven 😌

From Deidara

Come on I was just kidding!!

Please call him off if he bites off my hand again Sasori said he won’t replace it 😔

Sharingan is not art it’s dirty cheating 

The counter is covered with plates of eggs, did you do that weird sleepwalking thing again?!

Me and Hidan and maybe Tobi. Come on take the stick out of your ass and just come with us!

I’ll paint them if you braid my hair first.

Why do you always blame me?? Hidan probably took it!

Omfg I SWEAR I meant that for Sasori!! 😳 Please please don’t show Kisame he’ll kill me 😫

From Zetsu

He’s just so emotional is that an Uchiha trait?

I can literally smell your exhaustion you need to go and rest

Yeah very cute. Be a shame if someone ate it 👀

He was doing fine. Got a lot taller. Looks a lot like you in the face.

No I’m glad you made him leave that dude freaked even ME out 😵‍💫

From “Tobi” aka Obito

Can I borrow your face cream? This mask makes my skin itch like crazy!

God stop it man are you TRYING to speed up going blind?!

Would he take your last name or would you take his? 🤔

No. Never. They think I’m a dumbass, remember?

Little more time in the sun would probably help 🤷🏻‍♂️

“Crushes” are for little kids. And anyway he hates me 😔

I thought about that yeah. Reminded me of your mom’s. She always made the best ones.

I’m not sure of anything kid. But we’re in it too far to back out.

Idk you just looked super pale

Ask Sasori to make you more, they’re helping a little 

Idc what Zetsu says. I can do a lotta shit but cannibalism isn’t one of them 🤢

You think I didn’t see you sneak in that pie? Either share or I’m telling Kisame.

From Nagato

Come and join Konan and I for tea. We’ve got a new blend we think you’ll like.

Permission granted. Just be back within three days, I’ll be sending you two on a mission then.

Thank you for the tips. My eyes feel much better now.

Take your time reading it. When you finish I’d love to discuss some of the themes with you.

I know you dislike meat but perhaps a bit more protein might help improve your stamina.

I don’t mind but do not let Kakuzu see it.

From Hidan

Movies with me and blondie?

Yeah but he’s half-animal right? Still counts, pervert.

PLEASE make the splinters in the ass joke PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU😭😭😭

If I didn’t take a piece you would have ate the whole fucking thing yourself and your stomach would burst. You’re welcome 😊

No that was definitely Deidara’s gay ass

Mask boy’s looking for you

Oh right like Kisame wouldn’t beat my ass for that 🙄 Nice try asshole

God damn it’s 3am when the FUCK do you sleep?!

We’re not “plotting” anything just come with ffs 🤦‍♂️

It was an accident and I didn’t even look that long don’t tell her she’ll slice me up with that sharp-ass paper 😖

From Kakuzu

You always being on time with your rent is most appreciated.

To be honest I don’t really know. But at this point I’m too far into my feelings for him so this is my life now. 

Getting enough sleep is important. Nagato agrees that a new mattress would be in your best interests. No arguments.

I’ve ripped off his leg and made it clear it won’t be returned until he returns your property to you.

I’ll consult with Sasori and get back to you.

Konan is insisting everyone text you to come down to eat. It’s my turn. Be advised that continued delay will result in one or more of us coming and retrieving you by force.

From Sasori

Please inform me right away if you notice any adverse side effects. I may need to change the medication or adjust the dosage.

Oh, thank you for reminding me. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last year. What sort of gift do you think I should give him?

You’re more than welcome to anytime. You know I don’t sleep.

Finding the correct body is the most difficult part. All that follows is merely routine.

He can be very sensitive. I’m still learning to decipher and appropriately react to his emotions.

May I borrow that book when you’ve finished it?

Heh. That’s actually very funny.

Try not to overdo it. Your chakra levels still haven’t recovered from the last time.

You may want to hurry back. Zetsu has been circling outside your door like an animal and trying to sniff under it. That lock may not hold.

From Kisame

You remembered your meds today right?

Did you eat?

Yeah? I bet I could work out that tension 😏

Cake is not acceptable for every meal, Itachi.

I got a new blanket, very soft. Come test it out with me 💙

I’ll talk to him about it don’t worry.

For God’s sake just TAKE A NAP!

Have fun but watch your back, I don’t trust those two.

Pretty warm out tonight. Midnight swim later? 😏

You left your necklace on my dresser

Leave it there. You’ve already got one illicit pet you don’t need a second.

I’m cooking, you’re eating. No objections.

My hands are craving being in your hair 😔

I did not eat him. Zetsu is a liar.

You got any more pics like that? Please? 👀

I 💙 you too

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[🐯] drop dead silence

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,370 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’, yeonjun ‘jun’ / a sprinkle of curse words here and there, sexual implications at the end but nothing explicit! ✿ in which the boys are the ones on your side after beomgyu promises not to scream into the night because you needed to get things done (and yes, he persuaded you to be at the dorm so you can kind of see where this all started...) ✿ lmao idk what this is but it just popped into my mind and i can’t get it out until i write it so here it is (?) [masterlist 🌸] 

the night at the boys’ dorm was usually peaceful... for the most part. sometimes (oftentimes–too many damned times, yeonjun sighs) it gets a little wild when beomgyu decides to play his computer games and nearly wake up the whole damned neighbourhood. heck, might as well throw in the whole country for good measure.

tonight, however, he said he’ll be good. he’ll do his best not to make it too noisy because, well, that’s what came with the terms and conditions when he asked you to stay over for the night.

i... i really need to get this done, beomie. i wouldn’t want you to stop playing your games so–

i’ll be quiet! swear! on my life!

choi beomgyu should be dead then.

you were being tolerant, you really, really were... but nothing was making sense in your mind when you tried to focus. it’s just paperwork but god, it’s the fact that it was paperwork that made you need the peace and quiet so you can get it all done in one go. it would’ve made more sense for you to just stay home but with the way he added a laundry list of reasons why you should stay the night made it all the more reasonable to come over and spend the night.

the plan after you were done with what you had to do was to spend time with him, maybe watch a movie in his room, put it on the computer screen and laze on the bed. but as of now... you were far from being done because you can’t focus with the screaming and yells that soon transpire that beomgyu seems to have forgotten about it.

that gets you to pack up your things and in the midst of him getting into the next round, you manage to slip out of his room without a trace. all you have was the files and a couple of stationeries you could muster up together. peeking to the living room, you notice that taehyun’s playing games with kai, much more civil than the mess of an alarm going off in beomgyu’s room.

at the slight sound of the door, taehyun glances over his shoulder and already sighs, shaking his head. “already?”

kai tears his gaze from the screen in front of him, turning to the side to–”ah, that stupid butthead.”

“d’you wanna do your work out here?” taehyun offers, tapping on the coffee table. the only reason why he doesn’t offer his room with kai is because let’s just say, they recently tried to do some spring cleaning, only to leave everything everywhere. kai tries to lower down the sounds from the game so you two could converse properly, only to slip and–”yah! turn it down!” taehyun smacks kai’s shoulder, to which the latter winces and–”i’m trying!”

“i’ll go to soobin or jun’s room!” you manage to speak over the noise, and while kai’s still trying his best to lower down the noise, taehyun lifts up an ‘o.k.’ sign, “okay!”

as you pad down the hall, you notice that it’s quiet in both yeonjun and soobin’s room. standing between both of their doors, you decide to lift a hand to yeonjun’s room, well-aware that he would be listening to music most of the time, so it would be like you’re not even there. soobin’s mentioned he practices his lines or his singing at times, so you wouldn’t want to get in the way of that. 

two knocks, but it goes unheard. you decide to twist the door open and poke your head through, trying your best to capture his attention as he lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

he notices you and sits up, pushing his headphones off, eyes widening a little, “sorry. yes?”

“could i do my work here? beomie’s a little...” you do a sign next to your head, a gesture, and yeonjun offers you empathy at the sight of the files in your hands. he nods and motions you to–”of course. come in.”

with a grateful sigh, you step in and close the door but as the door clicks shut, you look to yeonjun who’s raising a brow at you, but he’s comfortable to have your company.

“can i lock the door?” you ask, and he shrugs, “whatever.” then he’s curious, “why though?”

“so that piece of shit can’t just come in whenever he wants... maybe get him to tone it down a little so he remembers next time...”

yeonjun knews–freaking knew–he vibes with you all along. not only did he ever think this day would come, but if you–oh goodness you–could be one of his weapons to get some peace and quiet in this damned house and yes, a thousand times yes. he’s seen the way beomgyu would immediately cave at your fingertips, all because he’s well-aware of how much beomgyu truly loves you. it’s a cruel world, baby, and you’ve gotta learn how to live in it. his face morphs into one that painstakingly went through countless of nights of blasting music so he can sleep to drown out the sound of beomgyu’s voice and he immediately agrees. “lock the shit out of that door.”

as you turn the lock on the door, you then make your way to his desk originally, but then he pats the end of his bed and tosses a pillow for you to sit on the floor with. you scoff and put the files on the end of his bed, “thanks.”

he shakes his head, “don’t mention it.”

his gesture is kind, thoughtful, to say the least. you’ve mentioned a couple of times that you enjoy sitting on the floor compared to by a desk sometimes and it seems like he remembers. plus, he can’t be bothered to clear up his desk, so it’s a win-win solution.

it’s peace and quiet as yeonjun puts in one side of his earphones and the other left vacant for small talk here and there. nothing substantial, just the usual practice going okay? yeah, not too bad. beomgyu being a menace? if he wasn’t, something would definitely be wrong. then it trails to the deeper side of  the conversation where it consists of ever thought what it would be if you weren’t an idol? dunno, maybe a model? could i even pass as a model? have you looked at yourself, jun? a freaking greek god, if you asked me. ah, this is why you’re my fave.

you’ve managed to scrape by and finish whatever you needed, closing the last file and flopping onto the floor after that. yeonjun chuckles, taking his earphone off entirely and putting it by his side, folding his arms as he sees a part of your head from where he was and where you were.

“gonna go back to his room now?”

“dunno, maybe only when he notices–”you’re interrupted when you hear a door opening and then beomgyu’s voice bellows–”y/n!!!”

with a deep sigh, you put one foot up on yeonjun’s bed, “can i ever, ever catch a break?”

yeonjun laughs, “you’re the one who decided to get together with him. it was your choice.”

“yeah, if only he’d shut up once in a while...”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yeah, i don’t. but i do when i had a stack of paperwork to finish and he’d promise he’d be quiet.” you move your foot from his bed to sit up, now hair disheveled, but you don’t care, “hell, he’s the one who asked me to come over! swore it on his life he’d be quiet. well, guess he can drop dead now, no?”

yeonjun chuckles out of pity, because he knows the feeling all too well. so all he can do do is let out a deep breath and extend his arm out to you for a high five, “i’m so sorry, poor soldier.”

you return his high five with the same time of voice, “you too, comrade.”

it’s a couple of seconds after the little facade that you two break out into a laugh. it’s... nice, being able to relate with someone who knows what beomgyu’s love language tends to be. sure, he can be loud and outright annoying at times, but it just shows he cares. lights up the world the same way he wants people to enjoy life; not take it too seriously, but there’s a time and place for everything and he knows it.

as you two sink in the silence momentarily, it’s short-lived when there’s banging on yeonjun’s door. you two give each other look as if you two share the same sentiment: we knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

“hyung!!!” three bangs to the door. 

“yeonjun-hyung!!!” beomgyu yells, still tapping on the door, frantic, smaller movements.

“what, you brat?!” yeonjun screams back from the bed, unmoving.

“i know y/n’s in there! let me in!” there’s a couple more bangs, then the door handle jiggles because he’s trying to get in but to no avail.

all yeonjun does is look to you because this is your battle than it is his. sighing, you crawl towards the door and tap on the lower half, because that’s where you were. at the sound of a tap, it gets beomgyu to quiet down.

it’s quiet, so quiet that–

“yah, choi beomgyu!” you raise your voice, and it falls dead silent on the other end. not even the sounds of taehyun and kai’s game could mask the quietness that soon falls–because it’s turned off. it’s the first time you’re yelling and honestly, none of them had expected this to happen–but they did at the same time given beomgyu’s frequency of... volume.

“you said you’d keep quiet when i come over to do my work, and you’re doing nothing but yelling like a banshee!” you hit the door, “it’s midnight. midnight, you monster!”

you hear his whines next to the door, then a couple of thumps as he’s knocking his head on it, “i’m sorry... please come out? come out so i can make it up to you...”

you fold your arms in front of your chest as you sit cross-legged in front of the door. you look over to your shoulder to see yeonjun gagging at beomgyu’s way of softening up to you, but then reality sinks in his bones and he mouths wait, just wait and see what he says next. don’t give in yet!

so you keep silent and there’s a couple more whines, mixed with groans of being upset and then he chooses to speak again.

“i’m sorry... i’ll... i’ll do better. please? please come out, i miss you...”

you’re about to open the door, hand to the handle but yeonjun–”don’t! c’mon, make him work for it.” yeonjun half-whispers, half-yells, only audible for you to make up the words but beomgyu could hear yeonjun’s voice.

“yah! hyung! stay out of it!” beomgyu nudges against the door and it makes you scoff a laugh. you look at yeonjun and he nods, as if he’s giving you the green light to go on, just say what you want. you deserve to voice out what you want just as much as beomgyu screams it at the top of his lungs.

with a deep breath, you shakily exhale and turn to face the door.

“choi beomgyu,” you knock on the door to get his attention, but he hates how you’re not calling him what you usually do.

“hey...” he whines, tapping the door lightly, “don’t call me that...”

“choi beomgyu!” you don’t know where the surge of energy comes from, but you’re yelling his full name, the pitch of your voice higher and louder than usual that soobin (because beomgyu barged into soobin’s room thinking you’d be in there so in the end he comes out of his room and hurdles in the living room with the two youngest), taehyun and kai peeking from the living room is lowkey afraid, but also impress that oh my god, the day has come. someone can actually tame choi beomgyu, the self-proclaimed tiger himself.

“...yes?” he answers meekly, cheek pressed to the door.

“promise me that if i ask you to be quiet, you’ll be quiet.” with a bated breath, you continue, “and if you don’t, i’m not going to one of the guys room next time, i’m going home.”

you hear him gasping, then he tries to muster a response, “b-but, what if, i mean...”

unmoving, you keep your arms crossed in front of your chest, almost puffing it out as you stood your ground (or sat). you hear yeonjun clapping softly, his whisper that follows, good. good good good. great job, y/n! you reach out to give him a fist bump that he returns enthusiastically.

even though it’s only been a minute or so, it feels like forever given the high tension. it soon calms when beomgyu taps on the door with his finger, “i promise. pinky promise. come out now, please?”

“pinky promise, first.” you say, rising from where you are and making moves to unlock the door. beomgyu quickly rises to his feet, expectant to lock pinkies with the first hand he sees that pops through the gap. when he gives it a tug, he huffs when–”yah! yeonjun-hyung!!!”

“go, go, go!” yeonjun eggs you on to slip past the two of them, files and stationeries forgotten to be damned as you effortlessly get past. yeonjun has beomgyu in a chokehold as he scrambles to get free, wiggling his arms at the direction you left.

“here, here!” kai motions for you to soobin’s room, and all three of them (the spectators watching out in the living room earlier) rush to follow suit to slam the door and lock it. it’s all fun and games, hushed giggles and cheeky remarks being made until beomgyu threatens and most certainly will scream at the top of his lungs that someone kidnapped his partner and he’s about to cause a scene to the point neighbours would report to the police.

horror fills everyone’s system at the thought and even yeonjun’s a little wary with: “g-guys... guys!”

the door to soobin’s room clicks and it creaks open. yeonjun still struggles to hold beomgyu in place, resorting to sit on top of him in front of soobin’s door. the two of them look up to you stepping through, soobin, kai and taehyun lingering behind you as you decide okay, fine, enough of torturing for one night.

at the sight of you, the boys watch as beomgyu’s demeanour changes when you crouch in front of him and put your pinky out. despite the fact that yeonjun is still sitting on him, he giddily reaches out to lock pinkies with you and then he starts to whine, “come back to my room, please?”

“fine, you big baby. but i meant what i said, and there are four witnesses here that saw you making that promise.”

he nods frantically, still hooking his pinky onto yours, “promise! promise, promise, promise.”

“get–get off me, hyung!” beomgyu grunts, still unable to get up. yeonjun looks to you with a small pout, and you chuckle, patting his shoulder as a sign to yeah, let him go.

“unbelievable,” yeonjun mutters under his breath, getting off beomgyu so you can pull him up. on his feet, beomgyu scrambles to retrieve your things from yeonjun’s room as you slowly walk towards beomgyu’s room. you wave the boys goodnight and beomgyu pokes his tongue at yeonjun (and tosses a smug grin at the rest of them) before he disappears back to his room with you.

the door then clicks to a lock, and the boys want no part of it.

“y’all have your headphones, right?” yeonjun asks, standing by the frame of his door, “yep.” the rest of them answer, returning back to their rooms and refusing to chance on whether they might accidentally hear shouts or screams that are not in the usual realm of beomgyu’s voice range.

...

despite their corrupted thoughts (which might’ve been correct on other days but today... well maybe not yet), the silence could truly not get any quieter than this. when beomgyu’s putting your things onto his table along with your stationeries, you’ve crawled onto the bed. just as he turns around and catches you, he has a frown on his face, a soft sound of disapproval coming out of his lips as he quickly crawls after you before you can hide yourself under the blanket.

he’s managed to pull you out and he makes you situate between his legs; lights switched off, in the dark, apart from the moonlight casting from the window and the dim glow of his computer screen. he has his back leaning on the headrest and you against his chest, arms circling around you as he buries his face in your neck, squeezing you.

“i’m sorry... the game got the best of me and i... i just forgot.” he murmurs to your skin, but he’s certain you can hear every word. he presses a kiss to your neck, then one by the side of your ear, “i’m sorry.”

“i won’t play games when you need me to be quiet,” he says, like a promise (because it was), but there’s this tone of sincerity and honesty that makes you smile a little even though he can’t see it.

“i’m sorry, please forgive me?” he kisses the side of your head, “please?” he kisses the same spot again, finding ways to warm up to you and it’s working. you start to giggle and he finds this as a clear way in. he grins and starts to pepper your face with kisses, making you squeal as you fall to the bed and he rolls you over until you’re under him, legs tangled, breaths heavily heaving together he gazes down on you.

your hands trail up to his shoulders, one remaining there as the other threads through his hair. as you play with the strands of his hair, he keeps one arm around you as the other holds himself up on his elbow with his hand within reach to cup your cheek.

“still not gonna answer me, pretty thing?” he pouts a little, causing you to chuckle as your hand now moves to pillow against his cheek, that he very much willingly nuzzles into.

“yeah, yeah. you’re forgiven. as long as you keep to your promise.”

he nods into your touch, “mhm, yes. i will.”

“good,”

“good.”

beomgyu then turns his head, as if he’s surveying the condition outside of his room and notices how... oddly quiet it is. a smile finds its way to his lips and then his eyes crinkle at how much he’s smiling at you. you’re not fazed by it, and instead coax him to reveal to you what’s going on in that mind of his (because truly, no one can understand what’s going on, not even himself).

“what is it, handsome?”

“wanna make it up to you,” he says, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose over yours, lips merely an inch apart, “wanna make you feel good.”

“now?” your head tilts a little, eyes widening, but you’re not totally opposed by it. “with all the boys home?”

“that’s never stopped us before,” he grins, “besides, i did mean it when i say i miss you...”

“did you mean it when you said you were sorry?”

“of course,” he sounds offended, but you’re quick to shut up when he starts to shift down on your body, “which is why i’m gonna show you how sorry i am.”

you feel yourself clenching at the thought and your hands situate beside your body, elbows pushing yourself up to see how beomgyu continues to find his way between your legs. when he looks up and sees you’re staring, he smirks, “maybe now it’s your turn to scream, baby.”

...

((spoiler: you didn’t, but beomgyu most certainly kept trying. didn’t know which was hotter, the fact that you were trying hard not to make any sounds by thrashing about, burying your face in the mattress, or that you would resort to kissing him to moan against his lips. regardless, he’ll gladly take either one as long as he has you close to him.))

[zvmz]

Writing down my thoughts while watching monster high for the first time Pt. 2

alright y’all now we’re watching why do ghouls fall in love let’s go

oh oh new and improved intro

the one long shot as the intro is so cool

ohh shoot we 3D now

actually might like it better than the 2D

wait r they saying Valentine’s Day was literally made for Draculara?

im confused 😁

can I get a sugar daddy like clawd

CAN I GET DRACULARAS DAD?????

oh

um this is awkward

so guys it was all in our heads apparently 😊

clawdeen is kinda slaying this new animation style

oh this song goes so hard

the bats flying out of clawds wallet is so real

come again how old is draculara

why is she still in school

was she held back a few hundred years

and I thought my grades were bad

the cat people make me uncomfortable. stranger danger

damn these cats are menaces

arent they always

not the driving lessons book

just pass it the first time fr 🙄

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

CUPID

SHES HERE

LOLL NOT THE STOOL CLAWD 😭😭

vampire daring charming???

“misunderstanding with the locals”?? 😭 what did girlie do??? 😭😭

is ghoulias back okay like fr

the collection of broken hearts is so extra

kinda metal idk I almost cant be mad

imagine eah characters trying to navigate the catacombs

girls would not last a minute

actually can someone make a fic I would totally read that

why am I just now realizing ghoulia can’t talk

like idk I just thought she was a bit quirky this whole time

WHY DOES DRACULARA HAVE KNIVES ON THE CEILING OF HER CAR

oh my god Draculara HIT HIM

FLOOR IT DRACULARA

she missed her chance :( vampire Elvis lives

The shot of them running towards each in slow motion just to maintain a 3 feet distance was so unnecessary

WAIT A MINUTE DRACULARA YOURE BETTER THAN THIS. YOU ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND

why is dueces animation specifically so rough

he kind of reminds me of sparrow

i kinda like him

yes Draculara break it off

oh- um

THE ANIMATION ON THEIR PHONES OF DRACULARA DUMPING CLAWD?? WHO MADE THAT?? WHERE DID IT COME FROM?? 😭😭😭

wait a minute I recognize Frankie’s voice. Is that Barbie?

why does some random cow go to their school

CUPIDDDD

LOL NOT CLEO BREAKING THE CLASS

yeah Cupid shoot her

pow pow pow 💥🔫💥🔫💥🔫

okay now what the hell

get it together cupid

why does Cupid keep accidentally getting love enchanted? First clawd then Dexter lolll

the dog whistle?? 😭

clawds like. I guess you can say I got… W rizz...

”what u want” ABBY 😭😭 BEST CHARACTER ONG

this party looks kinda fire ngl

not sure how I feel about the food being served next to the body odor pit

okayyy frankieee kinda slaying her party look

cleo barely changing after being love enchanted to herself

Could this be considered a school shooting? like legally

um anyway Kitty Cheshire supremacy

rizz lord clawd

hell yea body odor pit for the win ✊🏻

why was the kiss sound so um squishy

abby is such an icon

okay it’s over

I liked this one a lot better than the last movie. I hope we see Cupid again or else I’ll rage

the pacing was like SO much better than the last movie.

my only complaints are that toralai and vampire Elvis's motivations either weren’t really explained or made no sense to me. Also the animation still isn’t great but what do you expect lol

oh wait one more complaint. where is Frankie’s personality. I do not see it

hopefully we get a good frankie episode to get to know her a bit more

also it keeps telling us clawdeen and draculara are best friends but not really showing it??

In conclusion clawd is the rizzard and Abby solos

[yelenasdiary]

flo x reader halloween request where they are at a halloween party. maybe with other celebs and they are both dressed up(idk as who) but anyways just fluff maybe a little jealousy and if your comfortable smut?

Eyes Only For You || Flufftober

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader 

Summary: A little jealously at a party brings you and Florence closer

Fluff | Slight Angst | 1.1K | Typical Partying Content Warning |  

AC: I hate how in Australia we don’t celebrate Halloween as much as everybody else! I’ve always wanted to go trick or treating and dress up, even just go to a damn Halloween party but I’ve never been invited to any, so I’ll just live through Halloween with fanfics lmao! I didn’t include smut because I only do smut for characters as I’m not exactly comfortable with smut for the actor / actress. I hope you enjoy this! X

Flufftober Masterlist

The room was packed with many people, people you recognised and some you didn’t. Florence and you had been invited to a Halloween party for a charity event to help raise money to those in need. There were so many great costumes and people just having an overall good time. The music was loud enough to drain out conversation causing people to practically hell in conversation, there was an open bar with what seemed like an endless supply of alcohol. 

Florence’s love language was touch so it wasn’t unusual to find her with her arms wrapped around your waist or a hand on your lower back or on your hips, but you never thought it would bother others. Some of the guests were influencers, other celebrities and you never knew how but there were fans of many people here. They somehow manged to get exclusive access to the event. It sometimes worried you not knowing what others intentions were. The whole world knew about you and Florence and for the most part it you both received endless love and support from friends, family, and her fans but sometimes that wasn’t the case. 

You squeezed Florence’s hand lightly as she catches up with co-star and friend, Timothée Chalamet. You did this whenever you start to feel uncomfortable, or your anxiety was playing up. Florence looked at you and smiled softly, “Are you okay?” she asked as Timothée took a sip of his drink. You nodded but your eyes drifted to the small circle of girls that kept looking over to the three of you and whispering amongst themselves. Florence’s eyes look over to them and she threw them a friendly smile before looking back at you, “don’t worry about them darling, you look amazing” she kissed your cheek softly. 

“I’m loving the costumes! Whose idea was that?” Timothée smiled. Florence and you had decided to try and dress up as something different, something that people wouldn’t exactly expect from the pair of you. You both settled on going as “Xena Warrior Princess and Gabrielle”. Florence absolutely rocking the outfit of Xena that blew your mind. The conversation wasn’t long lasting as Florence was swept away for some press, you tried to keep track of her but eventually lost her within the crowd of the party. 

You found yourself talking with Hailee, Zendaya and a few other friendly faces you knew. Sipping your drink through a straw to prevent from being spiked, a fear you’ve always had. You were enjoying the small talk with the others and sharing memories from other events you have met at before you felt arms wrap around your waist making you feel at once again. 

“Sorry about that, I just need to do some things” Florence kissed your cheek once again. “You don’t have to apologise; we are having a great time over here” you smiled. The conversation picked up again as you all discussed different costumes, horror movies and drinks to give a try. Florence got you a refill and have her free arm draped around your hips as you stood close to her. Photos were taken and you forgot about the girls from before. 

“Excuse me, Florence?” a voice made you both turn around, a fan you thought and gave them a smile. “Hi there, how are you?” Florence being her loving herself greeted them with smiles and hugs before they asked for selfies which she happily took. Florence didn’t pick up on it, but you could clearly see by the way one of the girls couldn’t keep her hands off Florence’s arm and the glares she sent your way that she was flirting. You ignored it knowing Florence and you had nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t ignore how uncomfortable it started to make you feel. 

“You should so come into my work one day! I made the best tea!” the girl boosted her skills, “or maybe we could grab a tea date one day” she added. Florence smiled softly, “that sounds lovely, maybe I will come down to the café one day just depends on if I’m ever down that way” she replied. 

“Oh of course! I’d love to show you around my town, we have the cutest little clothing stores, and you’d love the handmade jewellery!” she says as she gently grabs Florence’s wrist to look at the bracelet she was wearing. “This is so cute! I have to know where you got it” she spoke. Florence just smiled softly once more, “actually, Y/n got it for me. So, you’d have to ask them” she replies. The girl looked at you in an almost disgusted look, “Oh” she mumbled, “W-where did you get it?” she asked in a lowered tone. 

“I had it made” you replied sternly, Florence looked at you and saw how uncomfortable you were as your eyes didn’t stay on the girl for very long. “Well, it’s pretty but trust me, the handmade stuff in my town is to die for!” she grabbed Florence’s attention and making you shake your head slightly and walk off to the bar. You’d gotten Florence the gold bracelet for your 1-year anniversary, and she’s never taken it off, only when she’s in the shower, washing dishes or she has to wear certain jewellery for an event. The way the younger girl tried to fake her interest in Florence’s taste was making your blood boil. 

The bartender replaced your drink with a fresh one as you watched Florence try to escape the girls as friendly as she could. She made her way to you and placed her empty glass on the bar. “Honey are you okay?” she asked knowing you weren’t. “Yeah, I just…I just didn’t like how flirtatious she was. I’m sorry, you know I’m not usually the jealous type, but I didn’t like the way she brushed off the bracelet and tried to convince you something else was better” you admitted. 

“Oh darling” Florence placed her hands on your hips and pulled you closer to her, “I think it’s cute when you get jealous, but you know I’m yours and you are mine” she smiled softly while looking into your eyes, “and I’m glad she didn’t really like my bracelet because that showed me her taste wasn’t the best” she chuckled finally getting a smile from you, “there’s that beautiful smile I love” Florence commented before kissing you tenderly. “I’m sorry again” you said with a pout. 

“Don’t be sorry my love, you are allowed to get jealous and uncomfortable. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten jealous when somebody drags you away from me?”

“You get jealous?” you playfully cocked a brow. “Of course, I do, you’re mine” she smiled and kissed you once more, “now take me to the dance floor and so I can show everybody I only have eyes for you” she adds after the kiss. 

“Yes, Princess. As you wish” you smiled and gently took her hand, giving it a kiss on the top before leading her to the dance floor. 

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[sinnaminttoast]

Something bout this new audio seems ominous so I will give you my thoughts.

Do I have one clue about what’s gonna happen? No…

But the “Don’t Hang up” worries me 💀

So here we go.

Hell nah…Someone give this bitch an inhaler…AND GET THEM AWAY FROM ME! lol what if it’s a friend?

I’m not on your time, good sir. I should hang up just for that one.

WE DONT EVEN KNOW YOU???

Pack it up…it’s time to move countries y’all

OH YEAH?? What do you know 🙄

Honestly good for us. Hang up and it’s time to go stay at a friend’s house 🏃‍♀️

Istg…DONT ANSWER THAT PHONE

Fuck—

Oh yeah? Idgaf what you like.

STAY JUST TALKING???

OKay! Now you’re playing too much. Get away…😲 oh….oh can he see us???

Y’know what…maybe it’s time to just jump out the window.

Couldn’t we just mute him?

HEY! Since when do you get to talk about my damn problems? I don’t want to talk to YOUUUUU 😭

Oh Nooo I’m totally not stressed! It’s definitely not the creepy ass man 😭

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

He’s in the walls

STOP BANGING ON MY WALLSSS 😭

Ngl….I think I would’ve pissed myself from fear if this happened to me irl.

This bitch is scary and it’s time to call the police.

WOOP WOOP IT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE 🗣️🗣️🚨🚨

IMPOLITE???

Owe you something?! I am debt free good sir.

LAST YEAR?!

🕺💃You just want attention, you don't want my heart 🕺💃🕺💃

You know…I really don’t know about this one you guys. I didn’t think Regulus would have someone to compete with in terms of scariness but here we are…

You can help by turning yourself in to the police 😁🫶

Istg if this motherfucker breaks into my home…

AHHH STOP BREATHING IN MY EAR!!!

D…Do what….?

NO NO NOOO—-

Stranger watching us in bed:

That whole section creeped me out so bad. 😭

I’ll tell you that you’re weird asf! Hope that helps ❤️

Someone give this man an inhaler. He needs it badly.

Idk man. I’m planning on buying a plane ticket and LEAVING!

-

…..I have no words to explain the stress I just experienced.

This one very much gave me slasher/horror movie vibes. So I definitely like this audio in terms of how well Erik executed his voice acting and made this guy sound creepy.

The stalker guy makes me not want to leave my house.

This man is SICK!

I’m stressed….sighhhhh

To anyone who had fun and loved this audio. I’m happy for you 🫶 I’ll go check my front door and windows.

[fairlyaverageff]

UwU - (A Volturi One-Shot)

Okay, so here’s a much longer than expected one-shot that come from an idea my discord friends and I were throwing around when we were sharing approximately one brain cell. A kinda shitpost story about what would happen if a chaotic gen-z human (female) had to make it weird by moaning when a certain vampire king was trying to feed. Warning for very crude language, sexual references, and imagery.  Obligatory note that in all of my fanfictions I tend to write the Volturi as a family unit. Meaning Aro did not kill his sister, the wives are loved by their husbands and not locked in a tower, and the Volturi itself if kind of like a government organization with 200+ members that definitely does hush-hush dealing with human governments. (I also picture Marcus as the late 30s type. Facecast being Henry Cavil in/as the Witcher but with brown hair lol. But this is fanfiction, so feel free to picture everyone as you like.) Renata is physically 18+ in this story... idk what her canon age is. Pairing is Platonic!OCxMarcus and OCxRenata. This was supposed to be 10 pages max and ended up being 35... so be ready for a wild ride. This One-Shot is LGBTQ+ friendly.

UwU - One Shot

“Look, my dudes, we can talk about this!” Her voice echoed down the stone corridor, the two men in their ridiculous cosplay-worthy gray cloaks completely ignoring her as they dragged her down the dark passage.

Each had a hand locked on one of her biceps and damn if their grip wasn’t firm.

She’d tried to wiggle away when they first grabbed her out in the streets, but that had been useless. All the strength in her decently fit barely-over-five-feet-tall body was no match for the two men who were much larger than her pitiful stature. 

To say she yelled when one of them held her back against his chest and the other opened a drain cover and jumped down into the darkness below would have been an understatement. She’d screamed like a little bitch, and only shut up when the one who jumped into the hole that was only barely big enough for the two of them and would have easily broken her leg if she’d stuck it out, landed with her still held against him both completely unscathed as they faced his companion.

She knew enough about physics and gravity to know there was no way in hell these two men should have been able to jump down into a manhole from that height and not break both of their legs and/or die. There were multiple seconds of darkness and rushing wind to indicate they’d dropped from a ridiculous height.

Fully convinced this must be some government cell of sleeper super-soldiers she’d pissed off by tagging the side of the building they’d apparently been sitting on the roof of, she figured now was time to barter with them for her release. 

“I got 24 bucks cold hard cash in my pocket, it’s all yours and we can forget this whole thing ever happened. Y’all can even leave me down here I’ll find a way back up to the surface, no biggie!”

One of her manhandlers snorted at that - the only sound she’d heard from either of them so far - and while it wasn’t the agreement to the deal she was hoping for, at least it was a sound of acknowledgement to indicate they weren’t deaf.

They didn’t stop dragging her, and the tunnel they walked through seemed to only get darker and darker as they went. The only light sources seemed to be very tiny lights on either side of the hall that were embedded in the floor - the kind of super tiny lights you’d see on the steps in a movie theater so you didn’t eat shit and bash your face when you came back from a pee after drinking an entire $9 soda during the opening credits. The two tiny pinpricks of light only popped up every thirty or so feet if she was guesstimating properly. 

She couldn’t even see her captors; it was so dark. Their icy hands were still firmly clasped around her arms, but that didn’t stop her from trying to appeal to them in some way. “Look, I don’t know what kinda sleeper cell you guys belong to, but how in god's name can you see down here? Can I get some of the super juice or whatever steroid you guys are on?”

“Shut up.” The one to her left grunted, and she turned her head to stare into the dark where he should be at the sound of his voice. 

“Wow, I can’t see what you look like but if you’re half as fine as your voice suggests I might be willing to barter something else for my release-,”

The one on her right made a sound that was clearly a choked back laugh that she would have absolutely responded smartly to if she wasn’t suddenly blinded by white light. 

She yelped in shock. Neither of her captors broke in their stride as they threw open two metal doors to drag her through them and into this new hallway. 

This hall was already very obviously different than the one they’d just been in - and not because the other was pitch black, echoey, and kinda damp feeling. If she didn’t know any better - and she didn’t - she’d guess she was just dragged into the corporate offices of some posh glass faced building. Fluorescent lights were spaced evenly in the ceiling, and to her right was a cozy waiting room that looked like it belonged in a bank for stupid rich people. There was a pretty tan woman sitting at a large mahogany desk.

“Yo lady, help me out here!” She called to the receptionist, who’d stood when the two men dragging her entered the hall looking very puzzled. 

The two men halted holding her, about twenty or so feet away from an elevator that was dead ahead, all gazes locked on the receptionist. 

The receptionist stared at her, her eyes traveling down to study her spray-paint covered forearms and dirty jeans, before comprehension dawned.

“Ah,” She sighed knowingly, “This is the graffiti artist who keeps tagging the city? I will punch in the code so you may take her directly to Master Caius.”

She had no idea what any of that meant, but as the receptionist spun to walk back to her desk, the men who were holding her began manhandling her again, towing her uncooperating form to the elevator. 

They really did not seem even slightly phased by her wiggling. 

She could hear distantly as the receptionist tapped away at her computer before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. 

“You bitch!” It was all she could think to say. Where was the woman supporting woman sistership? Where was the solidarity? It was just a little spray paint! Definitely not enough of a reason for another woman to allow two men to drag a fellow girl to a questionable place with no explanation as to what was happening. 

She got no response from the other woman, and was unceremoniously heaved into the elevator by the two men. They kept her between them the whole time, even when they did an about face to watch the closing doors and forced her onto her knees to wait as the elevator rose.

Her head craned back and she blinked rapidly to try to get her eyes to focus better on the two people holding her in the brightly lit elevator. 

They were both pale, tall, and undeniably the most bangable dudes she’d ever laid her eyes on.

“Okay, yeah, I’m officially ready to offer up something else entirely for my peaceful release.” She said playfully, even though she wasn’t completely kidding. 

She’d climb both of them like a tree, no doubt about it.

They didn’t even look down at her - they both stared resolutely forward as if determined to not give her the time of day.

“Oof, the sting of rejection is real my friends.” She sighed dramatically, “I can assure you, you’re missing out on a real opportunity here - oh shit you guys are so strong!”

The end of her sentence was a startled exclamation as the doors dinged open and she was roughly dragged back to her feet and out of the elevator. Her ridiculously hot captors said nothing to her as they dragged her down this stone hall that was periodically lit with fluorescent lights in the ceilings. 

There were no windows here, and there was something about the stone that had her thinking about the old castle in the city that she was never able to get close enough to to cover with her art.

But most of that place wasn’t structurally sound - at least all the locals said it wasn’t - so there’s no way that’s where she was.

Though, that would be a pretty ideal cover for a government pod of super hot super soldiers to operate out of.

There was no telling how long they dragged her, or exactly where she was, before they abruptly stopped and turned her around so she was facing a large heavy looking wooden door.

The captor to her right raised a pale hand and knocked twice on the wood, the sound echoing in the hall, before reaching for the handle. There had been the slightest pause as if someone had responded to the sound and invited them in before the man made to open the door, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. The only sounds in this hall were her breathing and the echo of the knock.

Without any fanfare or preamble, the door was opened and she was pulled inside. She was fully ready to make a new comment about how manhandling wasn't necessary and if they wanted her to come with them all they had to do was say please, but she was quickly distracted as her brain rushed to take in the details of the new room she was in.

Much like the hall, there were no windows here. This room was clearly an office, decked out with overflowing bookcases on every wall - the only break in those bookcases being the unlit fireplace that took up a decent spot of room on the left, a large desk right smack in the center, two plush chairs facing it and the stone floor covered by what she was positive was a very expensive and large Persian rug. 

There was no time to observe the wall behind her, because she was once again unceremoniously shoved to her knees between her two captors. Each had a hand on her shoulder and upper arm respectively, as they stood between the two chairs and faced the man who was rising to his feet from his place in the leather chair behind the desk.

He was tall, platinum blonde, and she might have considered him to be better looking than the two hunks who’d abducted her if it weren’t for the really unattractive scowl that was presently on his face.

“This is the one who's been defiling our city for the last two months?” He sneered, his question meant for either of the two men holding her.

“Yes sir.” The hottie on her left replied. “We caught her in the act, and we detained her immediately.” 

Detained? What were these guys, cops?

“Pretty sure you can’t call it detained if you dragged me to some underground bunker.” She quipped smartly, “Detained would mean you held me where you caught me-,”

“Shut up!” Hottie on the right hissed, digging his fingers into her shoulder in a way that was totally not cool and made her wince.

“Leave us.” The platinum blonde waved a hand at her captors. “I’ll take care of it from here.”

“Yes sir.” The two men said in unison like well trained soldiers as they released her and, as if by magic, both were gone and the sound of the door snapping shut rang in the sudden silence of the room.

What in the actual fuck.

It was quiet for a very awkward moment as the two of them stared at each other, before she figured she might as well speak since he didn’t seem inclined to. “So what, are you gonna like… write me a citation? Give me my one phone call? Shoot me dead and leave me in a ditch somewhere? Cause honestly, the vibe is all off here and I don’t know what the hell you and your super soldiers got planned-,”

Abruptly he was in front of her, her face only inches from his thighs in a movement that had been so quick she didn’t even see it.

Yeah, these guys definitely had some super serum shit going on.

She fell backward onto her palms at his proximity. “Look man, you’re super hot and all, but I usually ask for dinner first and I can see that wedding band - I don’t fuck with married men.”

He grabbed her, and none too gently either, by both of her upper arms like she was a small child and lifted her clean off the floor. She might have aimed a kick - or two - at his groin in response, but that proved to be completely useless. He didn’t flinch; the man didn’t so much as grunt when her foot landed right at the hip joint, and that was kinda damaging to her ego cause she was sure it was a solid hit.

All the air was knocked out of her lungs when he suddenly slammed her back into the wall near the door - how and when he’d moved them over there she had no idea.

At least there wasn’t another bookcase against it, because that really would have hurt.

“I do not tolerate little pests like you defiling my home, and I absolutely will not tolerate cheek from anyone - especially a mortal.”

She had a couple responses to that in her head - one of them was just to compliment him on his truly spectacular upper body strength because wow - so she went with the second option that was a more coherent response to his hiss.

“Okay firstly, I was ready to offer you the $24 I offered the other guys to let me go, but slamming me against the wall just lost you that chance. Secondly, I know y’all got some steroids or some experimental drugs that the government clearly doesn’t wanna share with the rest of us little people, but no matter how cracked out you are right now there's no way you actually consider me a mortal and you a…” She trailed off, leaving the ending open so he could answer the unspoken question. 

His only response was to shake his hair back out of his face, and for the first time she saw what the warm light from the single lamp on the desk had failed to show her when she was dragged to this office. 

This dude's eyes were the strangest shade of dark red.

“Dude whatever they’ve got you taking, you really gotta stop, because those eyes are freaky-,”

He bared his teeth at her, and while the tiniest part of her brain kinda wanted to laugh at that, the other 98 or so percent was pulling fire alarms in every corner of her being. She had no explanation as to why, but it made her very uneasy, and her unease definitely wasn’t made any better by the animalistic snarl he let out that she was sure sent vibrations into her bones.

Okay fuck, that was actually kind of scary. She felt like all the hair on her body stood up at the sound.

He smiled at her and for the first time her brain wasn’t distracted by his looks enough to realize this was not a smile she wanted directed at her.

Uh oh.

He inhaled deeply, lowering her so he was no longer holding her slightly above him on the wall and making the rough stone scratch her back. He only stopped lowering her when they were almost eye level.

Caius could smell the fear, and he was pleased that he finally prompted silence from the smart mouthed little brat.

“You’ve spray painted your last building chit. If rebirth is true, maybe in your next life you’ll have a subconscious instinct to know better than to damage the property of others. Especially when you have no idea who you could be up against.”

That was the perfect opportunity for an innuendo, and she would have taken it if he didn’t close the space between them and yank her head to the side with one hand in her hair so quickly she was convinced he might just scalp her.

All animals would instinctively fight against a predator trying to sink its teeth into them. It was natural instinct to fear anything that could swiftly end their life and in this moment she fully understood humans were no different.

His teeth were in her neck, and she could tell instantly that they were way too sharp to be human - they felt almost burning hot - and she heard an awful ripping sound as pain shot through her head and shoulder from her neck.

It was the sound of ripping flesh, and it was a sound she would have happily gone the rest of her life without hearing. 

She could hear him swallowing, and felt like her shirt was becoming damp. 

These pale beautiful people were not super soldiers. They weren’t some secret government placed grouping of new genetically engineered cops. 

They weren’t human at all, and she’d seen enough true blood and read enough smutty vampire novels to know what was happening here.

Her head was starting to spin, the room at the edges of her vision becoming darker with each passing second. 

With the knowledge that she was going to pass out, also came the realization that she was going to die.

Well, if this is how she was gonna go out she might as well make it interesting right? Like, she should at least make it memorable for both of them - more so for him because he’d be the one alive to remember it.

With her brain in full fuck it I’m dead anyway mentality, she took in the little air she could despite the creature holding her against the wall with its fangs embedded in her neck and let out the most ridiculous bad-porno video moan she could with her last breath.

The vampire dropped her so suddenly that her body smacked onto the stone floor with a sound that was definitely not pretty. She didn’t have even the slightest forewarning that it would be a good idea to put her hands out to break her fall. 

She would have tried to stand, or run, or scream, if the second she tried to roll over her body didn’t feel as though she was having electric shocks of pain running through it. So there she stayed, lying on her side with her back against the wall and feeling a horrible fire burning in her neck. Hopefully she bled out quickly, or  he came back to finish her off soon - maybe the moan wasn’t the best idea. At least she would have died quicker that way.

Caius stared at the curled mortal on the floor in absolute disgust, his appetite completely vanishing at the awful sound she just emitted. She’d been getting off on that?

Ugh. 

No.

He couldn’t even look at her.

He went back to his desk, mumbling under his breath about revolting mortals and resumed his task of going through the never ending pile of correspondence he’d been putting off taking a look at for the last week. 

The only sounds in the room were his pen scratching across paper as he began writing, and the shuddering breaths of the human girl across the room as she died. 

He was fully content with letting her bleed out, then he’d have someone collect her body for disposal. He wanted absolutely nothing more to do with the repulsive little thing.

He started to lose track of time as he wrote, waiting impatiently for the extra set of breaths to cease. The heartbeat, while uneven, was a white-noise like sound to him, and it wasn’t until over half an hour had passed that he realized there was a problem.

The breathing and the beating of her heart weren’t slowing. The room smelled thickly of her blood so he’d assumed she’d been bleeding out, but when he glanced up from the fourteenth letter he was replying to he could see that the gaping wound he’d left on the side of her neck had healed over, looking as if she had a pale skin graft set over the area.

No!

She was one of the rare mute changers, and the only way he’d ever let that change complete itself was if all seven layers of hell froze over.

Maybe not even then.

He shot to his feet, rounding the desk and flashing to her side instantaneously and imperceptibly to human eyes. Kneeling on the floor, he grabbed the closest limb to him - an arm that she had stretched out - and dragged her hand up toward his mouth.

The second he bit into her wrist he knew there was no hope in finishing her off the old fashioned way. The blood was thick, and there was a sweet undertone - and aftertaste - of venom that made it unpalatable. He would have swiftly dispatched her using the good old  twist-and-snap-the-neck method, but the moment his teeth left her wrist she groaned, and the groan was so reminiscent of the moan that had made him drop her in the first place he threw her arm away from him as if burned.

He was by his desk again, not wanting to stand too close to the mortal who seemed to be getting a sexual thrill off of being killed by him as if she’d given him a disease. 

Ugh. No. He would not touch her again. 

Disgusting.

The sound of her uneven breathing, and the equally uneven but still unmistakably strong beating of her heart was the only sound in here now aside from his own breaths. 

She was changing, and if he didn’t stop it now he was going to have a huge headache on his hands explaining to his brothers why there was a random newborn in the castle and why he needed someone else to dispose of her.

She’d likely damage his office in a newborn frenzy, and it was the desire to not have her destroy his belongings that caused him to cross the room and hastily exit. He took care to lock his door just in case before he sniffed the air in the hallway, looking for a scent he recognized.

He found the scent he was looking for, his brother having passed by here sometime earlier in the day, and he followed its trail even though he knew where it would lead.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

“Marcus! I need a word.” Caius’ voice was sharp as it cut through the previous peaceful silence of the library. He could hear the quiet steps and breathing from guards who were pacing around the shelves, reading, and just taking a break in the large multi-level sanctuary. Their library was huge, but he knew exactly where Marcus liked to sit on the main floor - his chair by the fire was a well known off-limits seat to everyone in the coven.

No one was close to his brother - the guards usually gave any of the kings a large berth when they were relaxing in this space - and Caius could hear Marcus’ personal guards Afton and Chelsea off in the distance, sitting on the floor in a far-off aisle and talking quietly among themselves.

If he spoke low enough he was sure he’d be able to keep his conversation with Marcus private.

Their numerous guards loved to listen in on each other and gossip on any given day, but they still knew better than to even attempt to do so with any of the ancients.

Marcus’ head turned toward Caius, watching his approach and studying his expression until he was standing in front of Marcus’ chair.

Whatever it was Marcus saw on Caius’ face clearly concerned Marcus because his usually glassy gaze had a certain sharpness to it that was only ever reserved for times when there was news of an impending attack on their coven being brought to their attention. Marcus set the book he had been reading down on the arm of his chair, eyeing Caius with a clearly speculative gaze that Caius was one hundred percent certain questioned his sanity.

“What is it, brother?” Marcus asked, his tone grave as he rose to his feet. He stood perfectly straight, his impressive height accentuated nicely by the fire crackling behind him in the hearth.

“I- there’s…” He hardly knew how to explain it, the words refusing to fall from his lips as his silent brother stared at him as if expecting very bad news.

It took him a long moment to realize his speechlessness wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say - it was because he was embarrassed to speak his thoughts aloud.

But this was Marcus, and he was a much more preferable confidant than Aro who had a tendency to use his thoughts against him for personal gain if he wanted something badly enough and Caius was theoretically digging his heels into the ground in response.

Yes, Marcus was definitely the better option.

Aro would find out later of course, but at least it would be after his issue was taken care of.

“The guards found the human who’s been putting graffiti up all over our city.” Caius said stiffly, trying to ignore the way his brother's brows raised at the unexpected topic of conversation. “I started feeding on her but I… I couldn’t finish and I need you to…”

He trailed off, and Marcus stared at him for a long moment, his gaze un-focusing for a few seconds as he watched something invisible moving around in the air around Caius.

He knew the exact moment his brother saw what was unmistakably a sire bond beginning to form between him and the mortal on the floor of his office.

“You are changing her?”

“NO!” Caius’ denial was very loud indeed in the silent library, and he quickly adjusted his voice so he was whispering once more. “No I… I need you to go and take care of it.” 

Marcus’ eyebrows were so high on his forehead Caius was expecting them to crawl up into his hairline and disappear like caterpillars in a bush.

“I went back to finish but it was too late and her blood…” Caius started to explain feebly, his hands raised as if pleading for Marcus to understand. “She was already turning. I need you to go and stop it.”

Marcus stared at him.

“Can you just do it!?” He snapped, quickly growing frustrated by his brother's inaction. “Please?”

The word please falling from his brother's lips was so startling that Marcus blinked rapidly for a second, before coming back to himself enough to speak. “If you weren’t thirsty enough to feed fully why didn’t you just break her neck?”

No need for Marcus to comment on how dark his brother's eyes still were. He knew there was some other unexplained reason Caius didn’t finish the human off - perhaps she was a drug addict and her blood was terrible.

Though the traces of human scent that clung to his brother's clothes didn’t smell half bad to him…

“I can’t touch her.” Caius growled. “Will you just go do it? Please?”

This time the please that passed from Caius’ lips sounded more like a curse, and that was what Marcus expected from him on a normal day.

He sighed. “You need me to take care of it like a little girl asking her father to squish a spider for her?”

“Now listen here you-,”

Marcus raised a hand, nonverbally telling Caius that the insults he had ready at the tip of his tongue were unnecessary. “Either you tell me why you can’t touch her, or you deal with it yourself. I don’t fancy touching a human who may burn, shock, or otherwise cause me discomfort because you’re trying to pull a tasteless joke.”

There was also no need to mention that Caius had no sense of humor and he was sure whatever his reason for not touching the human and needing him to take care of it, it was not over a desire to pull a prank.

That was more Aro’s speed.

And Aro probably would want the human to live so he could see what their gift manifested as, as an immortal.

“It’s no joke!” Caius’ tone was exasperated. “But I can’t touch her! She’s… ugh.” 

He literally shivered in disgust.

Marcus did not move, and Caius knew this was a hopeless cause if he wasn’t going to explain himself.

“She moaned.” Caius hissed through his teeth, so low only his brother could hear and any passing guards in the halls would be none the wiser. “I’ve never been so disgusted in my life.”

Marcus’ lips parted just the smallest amount in shock, and when he tamed his expression back to indifference the edges of his lips twitched for just a second.

That insignificant twitching at the edges of his emotionless brother's mouth was as close to a grin as his brother ever came since the death of his wife nearly three millennia ago.

He growled.

“Just show me where she is, Caius.” Marcus sighed, an edge to his voice that Caius didn’t recognize right away. “I’ll take care of it.”

That placating little I’ll take care of it nearly made him blow a gasket, because he realized what the edge was in Marcus’ voice.

Marcus was amused.

Rather than give him any more ammo to use against him in a future argument, Caius turned on his heel and strode from the library, not bothering to look back to see if Marcus was following. He heard his brother's sigh and the sound of his steps as he followed him back to his office.

The run only took a couple of minutes, and when he was a hall away from their destination with Marcus right on his heels he was intercepted by the last person he wanted involved in this right now.

Aro turned toward their hurried approach, both of his brows raised as Caius stopped short, his gaze finding Marcus over his shoulder as he stopped too.

They all stared at one another for a long moment, and Caius was grateful over how quiet Marcus usually was because he didn’t seem inclined to say anything at all.

Aro sighed, “Alright, what am I missing?”

The face Caius made in response to that inquiry was answer enough that something was afoot.

After ten seconds of silence where it became obvious Caius wasn’t going to answer, Marcus spoke. “Caius has an… issue… and he asked me to sort it out for him.”

“Oh?”

“Some of the guards encountered the tagger that’s been marking the city.” Marcus elaborated. “She is… indisposed in Caius’ office.”

Aro’s gaze locked with Caius’ at this. “Since when have you ever liked sharing your food?”

It was an appropriate question to ask. Caius was a very possessive eater. When he got into a feeding temperament he was very aggressive over his kills. 

He didn’t even like sharing with his mate - though he was willing when the mood struck him and the bond insisted he provide for Athenodora.

But allowing Marcus or Aro to have one of his kills? Especially when Caius had been chomping at the bit all month to get his hands on the mortal who was insulting him so thoroughly by defiling the city he was very protective of? There was no way.

Aro stared at Caius and Caius stared right back as he tried to think of a way out of this situation - at least for the time being.

When his brother raised his hand, palm up, Caius knew he no longer had much of a choice.

Aro was ruthless in getting what he wanted.

Striding forward he brushed palms with his mind reading brother, before roughly shoulder checking him as he pushed past him and stomped toward his office. 

Aro made a sharp intake of breath, and Caius knew that it wasn’t because of the uncalled for shove.

He very nearly took the door to his office off its hinges as he shoved it open when he heard his brother snicker.

The girl was still there - obviously - but it seemed that she’d made an attempt to crawl away. Undoubtedly she was just following the natural animal instinct to get somewhere safe when  badly hurt and exposed to the presence of predators, but she’d only made it roughly ten feet before she curled up in a ball on the floor between the chairs.

Now she was in a very inconvenient spot right in the middle of his office but he tried not to let that irritate him; one of his brothers would remove her.

What he hadn't been expecting the moment his brothers entered, all three of them now standing at different points in a circle around the girl on the floor, was the sound that came from Marcus.

Marcus took in a sharp breath, his eyes snapping down to stare at the girl on the floor before both of his hands found the sides of his head, his fingers kneading at his temples.

Neither Aro nor Caius could ask what was wrong before Marcus sat on the ground by the girl within half a second, staring at her with an expression that would have been much more at home on someone who’d just suffered a head injury.

“Marcus!” They both said in unison, Aro reaching out to yank one of his hands from his head so he could find out what ailed him.

Caius didn’t speak, giving Aro silence so he could focus on helping Marcus, his eyes traveling to the black haired female.

His discomfort be damned, if this girl was hurting Marcus he didn’t care if he had to stomp on her skull and ruin his shoes to kill her.

He was about to do just that when Aro spoke.

“Ah, yes. I can feel it now.” Aro dropped Marcus’ hand, gaze switching from Marcus to the curled little mortal on the floor at his feet. “I understand brother. It’s settled then.”

“What?” Caius hissed, throwing his hands up in frustration. He always hated not being privy to these private conversations Aro and Marcus had sometimes - he looked between them as if everyone in the room but himself had lost their senses. “What’s settled? What’s she done to him? What are you on about this time?”

“She’s got a happiness aura, Caius. I can feel it myself, though it took until I read Marcus to notice it at all. Surely you sensed it when you were feeding on her?”

The look Caius gave him all too clearly said no, he most certainly did not feel it.

Aro sighed, waving a hand airily at his brother, crouching down so he was close to the small human on the ground, his elbows on his knees and his hands hanging limply in front of him. “It seems the answer to the theory we’ve been hopeless to  solve ever since my sister's passing is right here, isn’t it Marcus?”

Marcus, who was still sitting on the floor looking as if he’d been hit over the head with a heavy object blinked once, then groaned as he ran his hands over his face. “My head hurts-,”

“Your head can’t hurt!” Caius snapped automatically, only growing more frustrated when Aro ignored him to reach over to Marcus once more with his palm up.

“It does.” Marcus grunted and for the first time in too many centuries to count, Marcus’ eyes found his with a clarity in them that was so foreign it made Caius feel incredibly uneasy. Marcus touched his palm to Aro’s without breaking eye contact with Caius, rising to his feet in one fluid motion.

“Ah yes, I’m not surprised.” Aro mused, more to himself than anyone else as his gaze remained focused on the human before them. “You’ve gone nearly three millennia without. It's only natural that now that you have a steady supply again you’ll feel a little off balance.”

“For God’s sake Aro!” Caius was about to go on a tirade, both of his brothers could hear it in his voice, but neither reacted with the same emotional upheaval of their most hot-headed brother. 

“We could never truly know because she was dead.” Marcus said quietly, “And we’ve never encountered another like her until now. I still feel… by the gods do I miss her… but I don’t…”

Marcus did not continue, and it was the look on his brother’s face that had Caius sobering immediately, his anger fading as quickly as a snuffed flame of a candle as the lid was replaced. 

“I’ll have Eleazar examine this one,” Aro sighed, “So we’ll know if she’s addictive like Didyme - bless her heart - but even if she is… it’s probably best you stay exposed to her Marcus.”

Marcus didn’t say anything to that and the silence in the room over the next few minutes was only interrupted by the pounding heart of the human lying before them, her uneven breathing easily ignored.

So it was true then. Marcus’ unusual level of codependence on his late wife, and his unusually severe depression after her death was  because of withdrawal from his mate’s happiness-inducing talent. Plenty of vampires who’d lost their mate still lived and functioned out in the world. Although all of them mourned the passing of their true loves, none had taken a hit as horribly as Marcus. However, they had never been able to  prove that his depression was anything more than him  loving her very much and having a dependent personality.

To know that none of it was true - that he wasn’t weak, but just a victim of circumstance - was too much for Marcus to process right now. He didn’t want to look at the human on the floor between him and his brothers, though he knew she was about to change his life. 

"Well, nothing more to do now than check back in a couple of days," Aro clapped his hands once, getting to his feet.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second!" Caius' expression was appalled as he realized what Aro was saying, gesturing to the human on the floor, "Aro you can't be saying what I think you're saying! You haven't even read her-,"

"Bah!" Aro made a clear sound of discontent as he wrung his hands in front of him. "You know I'll never touch someone mid-change!"

Caius pursed his lips. Right. Aro reading someone mid-transformation meant his raven-haired brother would receive the full details of how much pain they were in.

He'd already lived through the pain of his own transformation. He didn't need to relieve the experience through anyone else.

"You don't have to do anything more Caius. Just leave her here. We'll deal with it later."

“I- but- she-,” Caius spluttered, gesturing wildly to the mortal that was barely twitching on the floor. She was definitely one of the rare silent-change cases that would come up every now and again. Which was kind of a relief because he didn’t want to listen to the thing scream for the next three days. “I don’t- You can’t make me!”

“She’s already changing.” Aro’s brows were raised. “There's nothing more you need to do with your charge-”

“She’s not my charge.” 

“So the tooth fairy came in and changed her then?” Marcus remarked dryly, “Did you make sure to get their contact information so we can let them know to come pick her up?”

“You aren’t funny!” Caius snarled, “You could not have chosen a worse time to have a reawakened sense of humor-”

“Well don’t act like it’s our fault you didn’t finish your food-”

“She’s disgusting!” 

“She moaned Caius.” Aro rolled his eyes, “A biting kink is hardly the most scandalous fetish out there nowadays. There was this one man I encountered who-”

“Stop!” Caius and Marcus both spoke at the same time, neither wanting the undoubtedly tasteless mental image Aro was about to inflict on them.

“I am not doing this Aro!” Caius snarled, “I bought you guys here to dispose of her-,”

“We’re not going to dispose of your little newborn Caius,” Aro rolled his eyes, “She’s your responsibility-”

“The hell she is!” He took one step forward, ready to do whatever was necessary to stop this madness before something hit him.

He staggered back multiple feet until his lower back struck his desk, staring at Marcus -  who was still lowering his fist - in shock as his left ear pulsed with pain.

The realization that Marcus struck him sobered him immediately, but didn’t stop the insult he had ready at the tip of his tongue. “You did not just punch me you bastard-”

“Enough!” Aro’s voice was loud, his tone so stern it caused both Marcus and Caius to stop glaring at each other and turn to him. 

“Leave the girl here, Caius.” Aro enunciated each word slowly as if he were particularly dense. “Do not lay a finger on her. We’ll address this again in a couple of days.”

Caius looked at him, and then at Marcus for a long time in which not a single one of them took a breath, absorbing each of their stubborn expressions before cursing and storming out of his office.

Damn them both.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

Marcus hesitated outside the door to Caius' office. There was no reason for him to announce himself or knock as his brother hadn't entered this room since he stormed out two days ago, but he still needed a moment to process exactly what he planned to do when he got inside.

He and his brothers had left her inside to change. Currently Felix and Santiago were pacing the halls near this corridor, having been ordered there by Aro to keep everyone away from the girl and to apprehend her if she woke up and tried to wander. She’d be waking up within the next day, probably sooner rather than later as she was a tiny little thing, but there was no telling just when that would be.

He wondered if she knew what was happening to her. Had she been listening when he and his brothers talked over her? Or had they been speaking too quickly and quietly for her to be aware of their words when she was suffering the burning agony of transformation?

Either way, after thinking about it for nearly four hours this morning, he’d decided that someone needed to try to explain what was happening to her.

If there was one thing they’d learned over the countless years ruling their species, it was that an uninformed newborn was a crazy newborn. 

Not to mention that if he wanted her to remain around him to supply some of - what Aro had started referring to as - his antidepressant, he’d need to be on good terms with her. If he wasn’t and she despised his presence he couldn’t exactly expect her aura to constantly work. 

It might be a permanent part of her she had no control over, it might be something she could influence at will, and it could be something that was affected majorly by her moods. Only time would say.

Taking a deep breath he opened the door to the office, ignoring how Felix and Santiago’s steps both paused at the sound, and stepped inside allowing the door to snap shut behind him.

Being in her presence again was like someone was pulling aside a veil that had been cast over his head - a veil he’d never known was there until a couple of days ago. His thoughts were suddenly clearer, his breathing came easier, and the overwhelming sadness that had consumed him so thoroughly for thousands of years and made him nearly constantly wish for the sweet release of death was no more than a dull throb in a small part of his heart.

The mourning of his mate was still very much present there, but it was a mourning all those who suffered terrible loss lived with.

It was no longer an incapacitating pain, just a very normal ache.

He felt lighter in here now than he had when he’d first encountered her, though he knew this was only because the end of her change was near. The little female looked more immortal than mortal now. He estimated she only had half a day left before she awoke.

As he took in her appearance he realized her dark hair must have been false, because now her hair was such a light blonde that it was nearly white in color.

The venom must have removed the dye.

Without thinking he crossed the room to where she was curled on her side, her rapid heartbeat the only sound as he crouched in front of her to gaze at her face.

By gods, she looked-

Well, she looked like she could be Caius’ child by flesh and not just by venom.

She gave no indication she knew he was there, so he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Can you hear me child?”

She didn’t speak, but her eyelids did flutter for a second.

He sighed, scooting closer to her and placing a hand on her shoulder before pushing her onto her back. 

Instinctively she uncurled from her ball, laying flat on the ground with her arms and legs slightly apart, her eyes fluttering again as she tried to look up at the unknown person who had moved her.

Marcus caught a glimpse of red irises, shot through with streaks of light brown as the transformation continued to work to rid her of her human appearance.

Her eyes closed once more and she groaned.

“Can you speak?”

The only response he got to that was another pained groan.

Alright then.

“Try to at least tell me your name. If you can do that I'll tell you mine, and I'll try to explain what’s happening to you.”

Her thoughts were hardly coherent due to pain and her vision had been nothing more than a blur of confusing colors when she opened her eyes. She wanted to say she had a pretty solid guess what was happening to her but the very idea of speech sounded horrible right now.

It was quiet again, and she wasn’t sure if the person who’d moved her was still in the room before he spoke.

The only thing she knew was that he wasn’t the one who’d bitten her. His voice was much too deep to be the same person.

“I know it hurts. It won’t go on much longer, but I'd like to address you as something other than child.” The man repeated. 

Huh, that was weirdly nice of him.

“Ann-ah.” She croaked, her voice somehow managing to be high pitched and scratchy at the same time.

“Anna?”

She groaned, hoping he knew that she was confirming what he said and he would stop asking her to try to talk.

“Okay. Anna then.” Marcus said softly. “My name is Marcus. My brother Caius was the one who did this to you. Do you remember us talking over you in this room two days ago?”

“Nuh-uh-,” Anna’s face crumpled, and he understood that asking her to make any sounds right now was most likely extremely uncomfortable.

It was probably best she didn’t even bother. 

With a sigh loud enough he knew it would be audible to her, Marcus sat on the floor beside her, resting his forearms on his knees as he stared forward at Caius’ desk.

He began to talk, and without hesitation or any polite formalities he explained to her what she was becoming, and what she would likely experience once her heart stopped. He did not bother taking the time to choose careful, gentle words that would make what he was saying less shocking. There was no point in sugarcoating what her life would be like when the change ended and her pain stopped. It was inevitable, and it was going to be her reality very soon.

Anna didn’t try to talk, and he was grateful as he continued on explaining what the purpose of the Volturi coven was and how she would be expected to conform and follow instructions and directions.

It did occur to him that she might be too consumed by pain to listen, but he wasn’t going to ask her to give any input into the conversation. If she wasn’t listening? Well no one can say he hadn’t at least tried.

He talked for a long time, as there really was a lot of information he needed to give her. When he paused in explaining a rather lengthy list of rules their coven had for newborns he realized her heart rate had spiked startlingly fast, and it occurred to him he must have been sitting beside her for the better part of the day.

At least he’d covered a lot of material.

“Anna? Is the pain receding?”

It was the first thing he’d asked her directly in hours, and her answering grimace was enough of a confirmation. 

“Make a fist to confirm what I’m asking you.” Marcus said sharply, getting to his feet so he would be prepared to take her down if she launched at him. “Is the pain in your chest getting worse?”

As he gazed down at her, he watched the small almost-vampire clench her right hand into a fist for a few seconds before relaxing it.

“Are your hands free of pain?”

She made a fist.

“The rest of your arms?”

Another fist.

“Your legs?”

Again, she clenched her right hand into a fist.

Marcus turned and took a few quick strides to the door, opening it and hearing Felix and Santiago pause as they paced the stone floor a few halls away. 

He spoke to the empty corridor knowing both of the guards would hear him. “Santiago, go and find my brothers. Felix, with me.”

Felix appeared in the hallway within seconds, and Marcus said nothing to the guard as he went back to Anna’s side and heard Felix follow him into Caius’ office, closing the door behind him with a soft snap.

They both stared down at Anna, fully aware as her heart took off at a stallion's pace that she had minutes - if not seconds - before she woke. 

“Your heart will stop shortly.” Marcus said dispassionately, “When it does you’ll want to take a deep breath and sit up as slowly as you can. I’m sure you’re aware of many scents right now, and the new one in the room is Felix. He’s here to restrain you if you… panic.”

Marcus caught Felix’s head turning to look at him from the corner of his eye, catching the significance in what he was saying.

He was only to restrain her, not harm her.

The door opened once more, and Marcus did not turn to face his brothers as they entered, watching Anna intently as she took a sharp breath, her heart going much too fast now.

Aro drifted to his side and took his hand, reading his thoughts as the four of them stared down at the small girl on the floor as the last seconds of her mortal life passed them by.

Her heart raced, and raced, and raced until there was an abnormal jolt in its pattern. They all listened as it faltered, before giving two more hard disjointed thumps. The only sound in the room was Anna’s shocked intake of air as her heart finally failed and silence reigned. 

Her eyelids fluttered, and then opened fully. Two scarlet eyes stared up at the ceiling in astonishment, darting around as she took in such finely textured details she would have never been capable of noticing before with her human eyesight. 

Eventually her eyes wandered to each of them individually, and she surprised them all by sitting up very slowly and carefully - an abnormally tame response for a newborn.

Marcus figured she must have been listening to him after all.

“Wow.” Anna breathed, squeezing her eyes shut for a long second before opening them again and blinking rapidly as her brain adjusted to her super-sharp sight. “This is really trippy. If all that didn’t hurt so bad I’d be sure I just took acid or something. God what the fuck.”

Aro and Caius both breathed in - clearly about to tell her off for her language - but were silenced by the withering look Marcus sent them. The language really wasn’t the top priority right now.

Her accent though, and the fact that she spoke to them in English - which they already knew she would based on what the guards who’d carried her into the castle relayed - showed that she most certainly was not from Italy. She was American. A tourist most likely. 

That was good, they were used to making sure the disappearances of tourists were not linked to them.

Anna observed her hands in front of her for a long moment, taking in their pale perfection before she looked back up at them, her blonde eyebrows raised. 

Caius couldn’t tame his startled look at her appearance into one of indifference before Aro glanced over at him, a smug grin on his face.

It infuriated him greatly to realize the disgusting girl looked just like him. His brothers would never let him hear the end of this.

Anna sniffed, her head turning to Marcus as she recognized his scent as the one that had been with her for hours now.

Marcus crouched so he was closer to her level, and heard as Aro did the same. 

Caius and Felix both remained standing.

“This is Aro.” Marcus inclined his head toward his brother. “Do you remember what I told you about him?”

She nodded, and Aro grinned widely. 

“Spectacular.” Aro said happily, holding out one hand to the newborn and ignoring the way Felix shifted at the gesture. The girl was only minutes old; she would be easy to anticipate if she had any thought of hurting him. It would be obvious on her face and in her body language long before she acted. “This might just be one of the calmest rebirths we ever had. Nice work Marcus.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. All he did was talk; the exceptionally calm way Anna was behaving was all her. 

Anna noticed his expression and grinned.

She reached out a hand toward Aro - slowly, like she was a human, and showing that she was taking great care in her movements as she placed her palm in his.

It was probably good she was moving so carefully too. Felix was very tense.

It was quiet for nearly a minute before Aro laughed, patting the back of Anna’s hand affectionately before dropping it.

Aro turned his head from Anna to Caius with a sigh. “You really do need to get a sense of humor, you know. When you bit her she only moaned because she was trying to be funny in the light of her death, and when you tried to finish the groan was just because you let her wrist go and the removal of more pain than she was already experiencing was a relief. You really had me so convinced she had a biting kink.”

Aro sounded almost disappointed that she didn’t - it would have been so funny if it had been true - and Anna’s face cracked the biggest shit eating grin any of them had seen in a long time.

With that grin came a feeling of lightness and ease that the three brothers knew was not their own - an entirely involuntary action the little vampire had no control over yet - and Felix shook his head as if in confusion when the sensation hit him.

They probably should have given him some forewarning.

Marcus’ fingers found his temples where he rubbed hard, and Aro caught the motion in his peripheral vision. He knew his brother was getting a headache again - this new supply of dopamine was something he desperately needed but his brain wasn’t quite ready for it yet. With the rather scientific approach to drug addictions, human mental illness and substances, and cause and effect Aro had in his head from the truly endless supply of memories both his own and not, Aro figured the best way to introduce Marcus to his new antidepressant was slowly. Eventually she’d make him feel much more himself but without the added headache.

He was completely certain of it; they’d just have to do small doses for now.

Aro patted the pockets of his suit jacket, looking for the small hand mirror he usually carried around - because he really did care if his hair looked a mess and it didn’t bother him in the slightest when his brothers would make fun of him for always checking his appearance - before retrieving it and holding it out to Anna.

“This was a gift from my wife. Do not break it or I'll be most cross.” Aro said seriously, watching as the little blonde carefully took the mirror, opening it as if it were tissue paper and getting a first look at her new reflection.

She gave a startled little jump at first glance, stared at herself in the tiny mirror for a long moment, and surprised all of them when she carefully passed the mirror back to Aro without closing it. 

“Imma just give this back, if I hold it much longer I’m definitely gonna break it. Marcus mentioned super strength, and I can feel it - that’s for sure.”

“That’s Master Marcus to you, you little-” Caius started in on her instantly, and both of Anna’s brows raised at him when her gaze found his - registering that he was the one who’d killed her - but she was saved from responding by Marcus’ annoyed sigh.

“I introduced myself to her informally, Caius,” Marcus snapped, “Now calm down or leave. I do not have the patience for this right now.”

Caius exhaled loudly out of his nose, clearly ready to start yelling, but Marcus turned away from him and back to the matter at hand. 

Anna’s gaze was on him. It seemed she wasn’t very intimidated by Caius’ outbursts. 

Whether that was a good thing or not… Marcus couldn’t really be sure.

“You seem to be taking this very well.” Marcus’ deep bass voice was always so quiet, and Anna found it inexplicably soothing. 

His expression was impossible to read.

“Well the alternative was being yeeted into the forever sleep. And what do you expect? Oh, woe is me, I’m superhuman, immortal, and hot as fuck now. Whatever will I do?” She said the last part of her rebuttal in an overly enthusiastic, damsel-in-distress candor that would make any B movie director proud.

She should go into acting.

“We should really introduce you to the Cullens.” The black-haired Aro was speaking again, his expression very clearly amused as he stood and looked down at her. “I think you’d do wonders for their self-esteem.”

“What’s a Cullen?”

“We’ll explain that later dear.” Aro said affectionately, watching her get slowly to her feet after she saw Marcus rise to his, as if she were waiting for nonverbal cues. “But first, let’s take care of your thirst.” 

He waved Felix forward, and Anna’s appraisal of the abnormally large vampire was only interrupted once as Caius let out an audible scoff before turning on his heel and storming from the office, letting the door slam behind him.

“Huh,” Anna shrugged, “You know, I get the feeling he doesn’t like me.” 

Felix cracked a smile that Anna reciprocated, and Aro noticed Marcus pressing his fingers to his temples again.

“He’s just irritated we were ignoring him,” Aro said playfully, motioning to Marcus that he should leave first before following. He heard Felix telling Anna he was going to hold onto her arm and asking her to do her best not to overreact to it, and ignored the little vampire’s growl as Felix did exactly as he’d warned.

She was young, and instincts are instincts after all. 

It was good she’d listened to Marcus’ lengthy explanation about her new life though, because after that initial growl Anna seemed fine with listening to Felix as he guided her along beside him.

Marcus figured he could leave Aro and Felix to chaperone Anna for now - his head really did ache - and took his leave at the first hall junction they came to, going in the opposite direction from where he knew the trio would be headed.

Aside from that, the only hiccup in their journey to the feeding chamber was Renata joining them, unable to bear the thought of Aro being unguarded with a newborn around. Her gaze traveled to Anna in clear surprise as she took in the newborn the rest of the coven had been warned about, not having expected the pretty little blonde to look so like Master Caius.

Anna was calm, and absolutely beamed when she saw Renata.

“Man if my throat didn’t burn so bad it felt like the devil just jizzed in it, I’d be fully convinced I'd died and gone to heaven.”

Aro choked as he tried to suppress his laugh, truly startled as Renata’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Felix’s laughter echoed in the hall, and Aro figured it was probably best they addressed the crude language once she was fed.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

If anyone asked Anna what her first couple months as a vampire had been like, she really wouldn’t have had anything to say. Everything kinda blurred together because of how seriously intense it was adapting to being a different creature than the one she was born as. 

Marcus had warned her, but it hadn’t really sunk in how truly mind-fucking it would be to have such intense emotions, temper tantrums, and thirst now that she wasn’t human.

Something she could say though, was that even though she didn’t always remember fine details of those first months through the haze of thirst and super-emotions (as she liked to refer to her new and startling emotional capacity as an immortal), she did have a very clear place in her mind where she kept her relationships. Bonding with people as an immortal was very different than it was as a human. 

The way people treated and responded to her was ingrained into her brain right off the bat, and  the friendships she’d formed - no matter how new and insignificant they’d seem to be to a human since it was such a short timespan in which she’d known them - became an unwavering part of her. 

She liked Felix a lot. He helped her calm down and always knew exactly what to do to help when she’d have a temper tantrum. Once he even flattened her on the floor and simply sat on her back for an hour until she stopped spazzing and started listening to his breathing instructions.

She liked Demetri, who seemed to be Felix’s right hand man and was always a second set of hands when shit got out of hand - or more specifically when she got out of hand. She liked Alec and Jane, who just had such a vibe about them that she respected them right away - and Jane seemed to vibe with her too. 

She really liked Lady Athenodora, who seemed to be the most modern of all the ancients and always poked fun at her asshat of a husband - and Anna’s very own sire - Caius.

But her best friend of all was Marcus - well Master Marcus in public; she only called him by his first name when they were in private or if Aro was the only one around.

It had taken her a little while to understand, even after other guards had helped her learn about her happy-aura-special-talent thing, just what Marcus’ issues were and why everyone always seemed to act as though she and him were a package deal of some sort.

Now that her initial “crazy months” were past her - the crazy months being the oh so eloquently named period of about two to four months after a newborn’s change - she had a clear understanding of what all of that meant.

She was a living, breathing, antidepressant for Marcus.

But she wasn’t like his late wife Didyme. 

Anna’s happy aura did not leave Marcus walking around as if he was slightly punch drunk, nor did it have any of the guards flocking toward her as overeager romantic interests like Aro’s late sister had.

There was something peaceful and calming about her presence. Everyone just felt at ease and… good around her. No one in the coven disliked her and she couldn’t exactly find that shocking if her very presence made people feel like they just took a valium.

No one ever felt anxious or melancholy when not exposed to the little blonde’s radius of sunshine. Eleazar had been completely right when he examined her and compared her to Corin except that her talent did not have an addictive edge.

Caius and Aro were sure - Aro more so because he had been in so many people's minds - that Marcus was reacting as any depressed mortal who was being properly medicated would. She took the edge off; she was a healthy, synthetic substitute to a hard drug he’d been addicted to. 

Marcus still had his days. He still had his down periods, but he was better with Anna around. There had only been a couple bouts of depression in recent months that were particularly bad for Marcus, and each time another guard had found her and told her Marcus needed her presence. 

She was always quick to be at his side, just like how in her human life she was always right there whenever a friend needed her. She’d sit on the floor beside whatever chair he was slumped over in and just wait quietly until he stirred.

Marcus was very close to her for more reasons than just her happy aura. As time went on it was clear to everyone that she and Marcus were kindred spirits. They had many common hobbies and interests. Anna was much more modern and chaotic than Marcus was; this was probably because of her young age and the vastly different time periods they were born in, but it was obvious that she and Marcus were soulmates of a purely platonic nature.

It was the bane of Caius’ existence to be constantly reminded that she was a permanent presence in their coven.

He couldn’t even properly discipline her. The one time he’d tried to catch her to remove her tongue - really she could do without it for a week and learn that she needed to stop with the cheek she always gave him - the little shit had let out a shriek that hurt his eardrums and ran off down the hall.

He’d chased her all the way to the throne room, and he would have had her if she hadn’t run behind Marcus and pressed her face into his back pleading for his protection.

Marcus wouldn’t let him near her.

“She’s a kid, Caius. Grow a pair and stop overreacting to every little thing.”

“She’s twenty-two! She’s no child!” Caius had snapped back, jabbing a finger in her direction. “You enable her!”

While she certainly did get away with quite a lot of misbehaviors because of her friendship with Marcus, it didn’t mean she was completely undisciplined.

Marcus did have a tendency to smack her upside the back of the head a lot which, to be honest, was completely fair with how quick she would go from being somewhat normal to an absolute basket case that wanted to do something like coat herself in body paint and run into the square naked just to see if the sunlight would still make her a disco ball but a colorful one this time.

Which she totally wasn’t allowed to do because it was totally against the law, and secrecy was the main goal, and blah blah blah talk talk talk.

Since she’d been a little newborn-nutcase at first she wasn’t on the Volturi guards' payroll nor was she given any real jobs to do. Her main tasks were to sit still and for the love of god not break anything, and that was not as easy as it sounded.

No one knew what to do to get her to behave at first. They couldn’t use any of the normal methods of keeping vampires in line - like limb removal or just general ass beating - because Marcus had been perfectly clear harming her was off limits.

No one could exactly blame him either. Even though there were enough occasions to prove Eleazar's assurance that her happy aura seemed to be permanent - only becoming stronger when she was in a good mood and never waning even when she was temperamental or upset - they all understood that he didn’t want to risk losing her aura. 

He needed her antidepressant quality, and the fact that he was genuinely fond of her as a person only reinforced that they had to have a gentler approach with her.

Aro had been the first to figure out how they could… encourage… good behavior. Anna was very extroverted and easily bored, so the first several newborn months when it was necessary for her  to learn control and be exposed to as few people and emotional scenarios as possible were, figuratively, driving her nuts. 

Telling her to sit still and try to calm down only made her more antsy, and Aro had figured rewards for good behavior might work best.

To everyone's immense surprise, the reward that worked best were books. 

Anna’s rooms were very large and comfortable here - as were all the guards' personal living quarters - but hers lacked personal touches. Understandable, because she didn’t have any money just yet and she was prone to breaking things with her new strength, but still depersonalizing.

She wanted to paint her walls. She wanted to get bookcases and fill them with her favorite books and stuffed animals. She just wasn’t allowed to yet because she was always acting up.

So Aro made a rule: each day she went without breaking something, starting a fight, or doing something utterly ridiculous (like trying to see how far she could literally run up a wall with her super speed before gravity took its toll and sent her plummeting down onto her back) she was awarded with an item she wanted to make her rooms her own.

It wasn’t easy at first, but with the help and guidance of her friends, she’d begun to improve more and more with each passing day.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

Around six months later while a small portion of the guard stood in the feeding room waiting with the ancients for Heidi to arrive with a tour group, Anna talked quietly with Renata to the left of the circular room’s doors. Both of the girls' heads were bent together, so they were unaware the brothers were watching them.

"It seems like Anna and Renata are finally starting to get along," Marcus said in a quiet aside to Aro and Caius, his voice low enough that only they could hear.

"Oh thank goodness," Aro's eyes flashed to Renata, "I've been worried about the poor dear for years. It's been so hard for her to accept you know, with the time period she was born in…"

"Wait," Caius hissed, trying not to look over at Anna. "She likes women? All those comments she's made over the last year-"

"Renata likes women." Marcus said, even though both of his brothers had known that fact for years. "Anna likes everyone."

Caius just stared, and Marcus leaned his head back on his throne muttering, “It’s about time. I’ve never liked slow burning romances, and watching the bond grow between the two of them while waiting for them to just get together already has been driving me insane.”

Aro cackled, and multiple guards turned to look toward the kings in confusion, speculating that perhaps Master Aro was finally losing his mind after all.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

Months turned into years, and Anna hardly noticed it at all as time no longer meant much to her as an immortal. After the newborn year was over, and she was considerably more rational and able to focus on tasks, she’d been put to studying and testing to find herself a true ranking within the Volturi guard.

These tests did involve general education at a university level - all of the Volturi guards were expected to be literate and educated to at least PhD standards. The masters believed that with infinite time, there was no excuse for their people to not be using it to better themselves.

They couldn’t go to actual universities, but the Volturi did have guards that were responsible for schooling and conducting exams that would have made any human being have a mental breakdown of truly epic proportions.

Along with school, she had strategy training, control training, and fight training. 

She'd passed all of her tests with flying colors after only 3 years, and she was the youngest elite guard the Volturi ever had because of it.

She couldn't pretend that was because she was extraordinary or anything though. It only turned out that way because Marcus had been a consistent and sometimes ruthless teacher. She'd had special treatment that no one before her had ever had before by having one of the ancients and one of the best fighters among vampires training her personally every day for two and a half years. Anyone would excel with such attention.

It was only fitting that she became Marcus’ personal guard as both his antidepressant and his greatest friend, but that didn't mean she didn't have to earn her stripes so to speak.

So he’d trained her himself to help her get there, and she earned the extremely dark gray cloak she wore just as all the others had. 

The bite marks Marcus had left on her arms, neck, and torso were proof of that. He hadn't been easy on her at all, and even though some of the lessons were hard she was grateful for the skills she had now because of him.

She wanted to live a thousand years, and you didn't get to that age without surviving some serious fights over time.

One of the bites on her torso was on her left rib cage, and there was one high up on her neck and two on her right arm from the time she had insisted she was ready to take the test to become an elite guard - a test she’d most certainly not been prepared for but she was too stubborn to believe otherwise when she was only two years old - and Marcus had squared up with her to fight. She should have known then and there that the fight was going to be a lesson and a punishment, because no one ever beat Marcus, and the final elite guard qualification fight was meant to be taken against an actual elite guard and not one of the masters.

He’d handed her ass to her, and made sure each bite was a reminder that she would have been killed if the fight was real - especially the ones on her side and neck. 

Her pride had been hurt, but Marcus never dismembered her out of respect for their friendship. Even though she most definitely sulked for three days following her ass whooping, she and Marcus were completely back to their normal easy friendship right after.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

Anna was lying face down on the couch in her living quarters hiding under nearly fifteen blankets as she heard a light knock on the main door and Renata went to answer it.

Marcus entered the room she was in shortly after, and pulled the mountain of blankets off her in one good tug.

“Alright Anna, time to stop with the moping and get up.” 

Her answering question was muffled by the pillow she had her face pressed into, "How long have I been moping exactly?"

Marcus shook back his sleeve to check his watch, "69 hours."

As he predicted from the moment he calculated the time, she snickered. "Hehe, nice. Okay, I guess I can get over it now since the hour is so perfect."

He rolled his eyes so hard Anna could almost hear it even though she wasn’t looking at him as she finally raised her head from the pillow and sat up.

"You're sure you're alright?" Marcus' expression was politely concerned for her, and she laughed.

"I had a beautiful woman around to take care of me and nurse my wounds," She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "I'll live."

They both heard Renata choke back a mortified little squeak from the front room.

Anna laughed again, even louder this time at her mate’s still-adorable modesty. Renata acting as though that statement was embarrassing was laughable. Marcus had caught the two of them in an empty corridor one day and there had been absolutely no way to play off what they were up to.

Marcus had let out his usual god-I’d-love-someone-to-just-end-me-right-now sigh, told Anna that they needed to resume her control training, and waited completely straight-faced and quietly for Anna to get off her knees and get her face out from between Renata’s legs as Renata frantically pulled her dress back down.

Renata avoided Marcus for nearly three weeks after that, and even then it was only because Aro ordered her to stop being shy and get over it because she was expected to continue her normal duties as his guard, and that meant she’d be around Marcus constantly so she needed to push the incident from her mind.

"So we're cool?" Marcus’ words pulled Anna out of her trip down memory lane, and she beamed at him.

“Look at you, using the correct slang! Yeah, we're cool."

He reached over and mussed her hair affectionately. "Good. Now let's go to the throne room for a short while so Caius can see you're out and about before training. Caius is temperamental about your unexcused absences this week so you better get moving."

"Fine."

As they left her rooms together, Anna trailing behind Marcus by a few paces because he was just way taller than her and his strides were always bigger, she couldn’t help but complain.

“Why do you even need guards anyway? It’s not like you can’t put any one of us in the ground at a moment’s notice!”

Marcus gave a ghost of a chuckle, and she smiled at him behind his back.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

When she had passed her final fight test - not with Marcus because it was deemed unfair for her to test with her trainer; there could be no question about him throwing a fight for her benefit -  she fought Caius. She catapulted into him so hard she sent them both out of the fighting circle they were supposed to stay confined to. She was scolded by the guard who was refereeing the match because, while your opponent being knocked out of the circle gave you a win, throwing yourself out of the circle with them in the same move didn’t count.

“Hey man,” She’d laughed in response. “I'll sink the ship I'm working on just to kill the captain.”

The ref tried not to smile, he really did, but the sound of Aro’s laughter from somewhere off on the side broke his concentration.

Caius was frustrated as usual with her lack of professionalism, and Anna wasn’t going to deny that Caius being frustrated with her total I don’t give a fuck mentality combined with his wife’s heckling from the stand to not hurt his kin - and infuriating reminder to him that she looked like his biological kid - made him an easier opponent. 

The final elite fighting test wasn’t meant to be taken with the masters, but Caius had wanted an opportunity to - how did he put it - squish her like Marcus did.

Man when she’d tripped Caius so he fell out of bound in the final five seconds of her fight… she’d had to run for her life to find Marcus before Caius killed her. He was so mad.

Marcus had found the entire thing hilarious.

~~~~~~UwU~~~~~~

Anna was sitting on the floor against some shelves in the library, reading a book and only looking up from where it rested in her lap occasionally to cast the obligatory I’m-your-guard-and-have-to-keep-an-eye-on-you glance at Marcus who was sitting in his usual chair by the fire a little ways away. Sometimes she sat in the chair across from him, sometimes she sat on the floor behind his chair and leaned against its back, and other times they both preferred a little distance from each other as they read in peace.

They were best friends and spent nearly all their time together, but they still both needed breathing room every now and again. 

She was looking forward to tonight. Marcus and Aro had approved the night off for her and Renata so they could leave the castle and go on a date as long as they were both back by sunrise. Even now, almost ten years after her change, she knew that Aro and Marcus expected Renata to make sure she stayed in line.

Anna grinned down at her book, remembering the body glitter incident from last March and trying not to laugh at the memory of Caius losing his shit and Marcus’ and Aro’s absolute shock when they saw that every single inch of her skin was coated in dark pink body glitter as she stood in the sun in the town square.

The humans found her hilarious, and the sun's rays were not an issue because of all the glitter.

Marcus walloped her upside the head really hard once she was back inside. She’d only stayed out for fifteen minutes tops and was just trying to make the tourists who were there for the Saint Marcus Day festival laugh, but she was still put on probation for six months after that.

It was so worth it though. The guards got such a kick out of it and didn’t stop talking about it for a month.

Yeah… she wasn’t gonna pretend their concerns about her judgment were misplaced.

When she looked up from her book again she saw Marcus staring at her with a raised brow, obviously wondering what her smile was about, but she wasn’t able to answer before a set of steps she recognized entered the library.

Caius was clearly in a raging temper when he appeared beside Marcus, and it seemed as though her sire was angry with her by the withering look he sent her as he hissed to Marcus about making sure she was appropriately disciplined and blah blah blah.

Marcus was great at pretending as if everything Caius said was news to him. 

Athenodora had come up to Anna and Marcus in the halls earlier that day and begged Anna with her hands folded in front of her to “Please for the love of god break that ugly ass vase that Caius insisted on putting on one of the art pedestals within the main hall to their room. She’d do anything - just please Anna, please.”

Marcus took a walk so he could plead his ignorance, and Anna had happily knocked that pedestal down and stepped on the shards of the baby shit green colored vase that were now all over the floor.

There was no way Caius would figure out from Marcus’ expression that he knew what had happened and had totally allowed it.

It wasn’t either of their fault that Caius had terrible taste. If the thing wasn’t so ugly Athenodora wouldn’t have begged her to break it in the first place.

“I swear to god! If you can’t keep her in line I’ll end her myself-”

“Yeah, sure, keep threatening that as if you don’t remember the whole reason she’s here in the first place is because you’re a baby.” Marcus said emotionlessly, staring down at his book and idly turning a page as if he didn’t notice Caius’ indignant splutter. 

“What!? How dare-”

“You always blame Aro and me for whatever she gets up to. It’s not our fault you didn’t finish your food.”

Anna had to shove her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing.

“She was gross and slobbery and even you-”

“I would have eaten and left no crumbs.” Marcus said simply. “If she was getting a kick out of it I would have just let her enjoy her final moments without judgment.”

Anna slapped both hands over her mouth, holding her breath as she rocked with silent laughter.

“We don’t kink shame in this family Caius. It’s not our fault you’re pathetically vanilla.” Aro’s voice called from somewhere by the entrance, and Anna finally collapsed into a fit of very loud laughter. Tears would have been absolutely streaming down her face had she still been human - the evidence of their presence in her eyes were clouding her vision at that very moment. When had Aro gotten here? She had no idea but this was amazing.

“I am not-” Caius started to say only to be cut off by Marcus.

“I’m going to tell Athenodora to say “Fuck me daddy uwu” to you unironically in bed, and if you can’t keep it up we’ll all have undeniable proof that you’re a wuss.”

Anna was sure she died right then and there. Her soul must have truly left her body and ascended into the unknown at those words from Marcus’ mouth. She knew she was rubbing off on him over the years, but to this extent? 

This was the most amazing moment of her life.

She wasn’t the only one laughing now. Some of the guards present in the library as well as Aro and his wife had joined in. She could barely hear Caius stomp out, her lungs feeling like they were burning because of how hard she’d nearly been screaming with laughter at Marcus’ truly impeccable timing and the absolutely bomb way he delivered that line without emoting at all. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she was as happy as she was now. 

She’d lived a good life while human, and the fact that the circumstances and path of her life had led her here to Volterra with a new and huge found family… she really couldn’t believe her luck. 

Some of the happiest memories of her life came from these years as an immortal, one of the most vivid being when Master Aro and Marcus allowed her to take Renata to the NYC pride parade the previous year. She’d taken a picture there of her and her mate that was displayed proudly as her phone background (there was even a printed photo of it in a frame on the mantle of Marcus' rooms, which she still considered one of her greatest achievements). 

It was a selfie she’d taken as she threw an arm around Renata’s neck and dragged her close, beaming at the camera while her mate smiled in the most genuine way, a rainbow flag proudly painted on her cheek and an adorable contrast to the bi-pride flag painted on her own. 

She sat up on the floor, trying to control her giggling and breathing as she turned her head to gaze at Marcus, who she found was still sitting in his chair and beaming right back.

His answering smile - a smile she knew would have never been on his face had she not been here - was all she needed to be one hundred percent positive that putting up graffiti all over Volterra had been the best decision she’d ever made in her life.

Even if it was such a pain when the brothers made her go wash it all off.

[nap-mak]

Eyyyy, it's me, what's up, my vacation is almost over and so i've decided to give you a lil something i've been working on, enjoy :)

Incorrect quotes staring Ferngully (it's mostly just Batty but i try to even it out)

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*the gang in general*

Batty: I think we're missing something.

Crysta: Teamwork?

Zak: Cohesion?

Pips: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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*how Zak and Pips quarrel really went*

Zak: *Screams*

Pips: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Crysta: Should we do something?

Batty: No, I want to see who wins.

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*take one of Zak trying to teach Crysta slang*

Crysta: Zak, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Zak: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Crysta: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Batty.

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*take two of Zak trying to teach Crysta slang with a Batty who tagged along*

Zak: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Crysta: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Batty?

Batty: Probably “road work ahead”.

Pips: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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*Batty locking himself in Zak's room*

Zak, banging on the door: Batty! Open up!

Batty: Well, it all started when I was just a lil pup...

Zak: No, i meant-

Crysta: Let them finish.

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*unapologetically spiteful*

Batty: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Zak: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Batty: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Zak: edible

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*jebaited*

Batty: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Crysta: Alright.

Batty: TraitorSayWhat?

Zak: Excuse me?

Batty: What?

Crysta:

Batty:

Batty: No wait-

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*More of Zaks and Pips rivalry*

Crysta: You have to apologize to Pips

Zak: Fine.

Zak: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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*With how many times he's been hurt this might as well be true*

Batty: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

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*The writers when they decided that killing Batty in the end of the movie was a bit to much*

Batty: What’s up guys? I’m back.

The whole fairy colony: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. We literally saw you die.

Batty: Death is a social construct.

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*Zak’s job sucks ass*

Ralph, addressing the other workers: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Zak: But – that’s just a trash can.

Ralph: It sure is!

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*Pretty in character*

Pips: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Batty: Thank you

Pips: I didn't say that was a good thing

Batty: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

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*Batty's treatment towards Zak summarised*

Zak: I was arrested for being too cool.

Batty: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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*The fucking saxophone solo in Battys rap*

Crysta: What time is it?

Batty: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Batty: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Pips: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Batty: It’s 2 am

THIS. THIS MY FRIEND, I LOVE YOU FOR!

ITS SO GOOOOOOODDDD AAAAA

i will be rewatching the movie at my earliest possible convenience

(also thank you for the Pips in there my man is underrated)

[scumbagjaeger]

Rating: 18+! mdni

Me waking up at 5am with the most depraved thoughts about Jean, Connie and Sasha in a college AU that I will be turning into a full fic, here’s the rundown

Starts with Jean/Sasha with a dash of Jean/Connie/Sasha, and then ends with just Connie/Sasha, they’re endgame sorry not sorry (I love Springles) (it’s just because my friends tell me I’m just like Sasha and I am a fiend for Constance Springer)

First of all, you already know that they were all friends in high school, none of that awkward first meeting in History 101 thing

They can’t even remember how they met but Connie and Jean were those middle school bros with the snapbacks and jailbroken phones

Jean was asked to show Sasha around when she moved from the countryside in their freshman year of high school

Okay so now in college basically they all have the plan to just get laid as much as possible

Jk but they just want to party and be part of the crazy college scheme that they used to spend HOURS talking about in high school

“Guys… would you ever smoke weed?” —Jean at one point

Sorry this is still background but like I always imagine them growing up Midwest? I wanna say Chicago but deep down I’m thinking they grew up in like St Paul and they were all fairly sheltered oop

They go to college in Chicago for the big city life and they all apply together and they cry when they all get accepted

So yeah they’re trying to be adults now they rule!!!1!!! It’s so cheesy but they are 18 and suddenly they are like wow this adult thing is pretty nice 😎

Connie is kind of the rizzler?? No shock there but he is actually bringing so many women back to his and Jean’s dorm

The forms I had in college would be two bedrooms (with two beds each) and then a shared bathroom/fridge space?? So Connie and Jean are roommates and Marco is their suite mate in the other bedroom

Jean ends up having to stay with their suite-mate Marco because Marco’s roommate ended up dropping out after a day

Connie inadvertently cock blocks his friends but other while they’d pull as well??

Sorry Jean plays the sweet-romance game because he thinks he’s going to fall in love at a college party the first week 💀 and Connie swoops in making these ladies die laughing

He’s also just super affectionate with Sasha too like she’ll be rizzing up some guy and he’ll swing an arm around her waist “Sash we gotta host parties when we get our house together!!!”

He just means next year, the three of them plan on getting a townhouse together, but it’s enough to scare away the guy Sasha was talking to :(

At one point they have a mini intervention where they’re like “bro how do you do it????” And Connie’s like “what can I say, a rizzler’s gotta rizz 😎🥵”

I don’t think there would be much sexual interest or jealousy between any of them because they’re besties

Maybe in high school they had that drama about liking each other but they’re 18 now?? High school was so last year they are ADULTS remember

But idk maybe Sasha makes a comment about Connie cockblocking her, just an innocent joke, and he lowkey gets offended? “Damn my bad, I’ll let you cook next time ig”

So at the next party, Sasha meets Niccolo and of course they hit it off and Connie’s like okay why is this bothering me who gives a fuck, he ends up bringing a girl back to his dorm anyway so who cares LOL not that guy

Oh I forgot to say this but when Jean brings someone home Connie goes to Sasha’s and they literally share her tiny ass twin bed, usually drunk and watching some movie on her laptop, Ymir is normally in Historia’s room anyway so it works (but Ymir and Connie are homies too so she dgaf)

Anyway after her and Niccolo hook up, Sasha is super bummed?? The three of them are hanging out on campus and she’s like “yeah idk I thought we had something but our conversations just kind of fizzled out :(“

And Connie laughs? He’s like “lmao wait you talk to these people after you hook up with them??”

He explains that the whole point is that you go into it not expecting to ever see them again, that’s how he can be so bold with his flirting/jokes. It’s a HOOK UP not a MARRIAGE

And Jean kind of defends Sasha because he is also a big romantic and is constantly getting his hopes up? Poor guy

So one thing leads to another and (completely sober) Jean and Sasha decide they’re going to hook up???

It’s so awkward when they talk about it lol. Sasha’s like “man wtf how does Connie just not develop feeling for the girls he’s sleeping with” and Jean’s like “right that’s insane we should like, hook up and see” (totally joking) and Sasha’s like “omg yeah good one”

For half of their conversation, Jean can’t tell if she’s just going along with the joke

But it does make sense to them?? Like they will go to the party with Connie who will inevitably bring someone back to their dorm, and Jean and Sasha can pretend like they’ve just met and that they’re hooking up, then in the morning they go back to being friends

Unrelated but they’ve all definitely talked about their kinks before and Sasha hits Jean with the “S-step bro” and he whimpers

Also unrelated but Connie thought that the “Step bro, I’m stuck” things were the funniest shit in the world but that’s when they discovered Jean is bisexual, Jean included lol

Anyway the sex is good?? They are already so comfortable with each other, Jean makes sure Sasha is comfortable and that things feel good, she lowkey helps him with how to eat a girl out properly lol

Also Sasha has insane bedroom eyes and she doesn’t even know it? Her sex faces are unreal. Jean’s fucking her missionary style and he’s like “—this good?” And she lets out a breathy “Yeah, fuck, like that—” and he is like “bro don’t look at me like that or I’ll cum”

Afterwards Jean asks if they can cuddle and she’s like “wtf no? We’re supposed to not make thing a thing, we’re just friends again” and Jean is like “but we’d cuddle when we’re friends. We literally cuddled last week” and she’s like “damn you’re right okay c’mere”

The next morning Sasha’s like “omg! We did that! And I don’t want to do it again” and Jean’s like “wait WHAT” like he’s worried she had a bad experience and she’s like “No no no like I WOULD do it again but I don’t want to like date you!!” And he’s like “oh, good!!! Me too!!” And they high five

Jean goes to his dorm and Connie’s not there but Marco is and he’s like “Marco, I slept with Sasha and we don’t want to do it again 😎” and he’s like “what the fuck?”

Jean and Marco are also on the extremely slowburn train to romance-ville but until then they’re just homies, each other’s confidants

Marco tells Jean “I don’t know how you could hook up with anyone at all? Don’t you want the intimacy and love that comes with being with one person?” Because Marco doesn’t join in on their schemes, he also came from a sheltered childhood but he’s just so honest and sweet and we love our sweet boy

Of course Jean wants that too! He’s just a dumb idiot who thinks with his dick too much(‘: but someday he will learn and Marco will be there for him

Anyway idk about anyone else’s college experience but we had like four different card game variants of like “drink if you have the most unopened emails” or “drink if you are the last person to put your finger on your nose”

So of course they play that one time in Sasha’s room with their friends

“Drink if you’ve slept with someone else in this room” and everyone’s laughing, of course Eren and Mikasa drink, and Ymir and Historia drink, but then Jean takes a sip and it’s like SILENT

And Connie’s like “HEADASS get outta here, your fantasies don’t count” and Jean is looking at Sasha like bro help me

So then she takes a drink

And everyone is like hooting and hollering, but now Connie is silent

Jean’s laughing and telling them “yeah it was just a one time thing lol we’re just friends”

He’s lowkey hurt that they didn’t tell him?? He thinks it happened in like high school or something

They notice he’s upset and they end up confronting him after he avoids them bc we know Connie can’t deal with his emotions xoxo

“I just can’t believe you guys had sex without me??” He means without TELLING me but he’s upset yk. And Sasha’s like “well fine do you want to have sex with us?”

And it’s silent for like four minutes. Also they’re eating lunch in like Burger King so Jean’s mouth is full of a whopper burger as Sasha says this and he just freezes, and then slowly continues to eat

I feel like Connie is straight/has a strong preference towards women, but the idea of fucking a woman with another guy he’s totally down for yk, he’s definitely comfortable with himself and open to experimenting but something about Jean fucking THEIR friend Sasha fires him up??

He’s still the most experienced out of the three of them, never in a threesome but has watched enough of them lol, he even did extra research to prepare omg

He strokes himself off underneath Sasha, who’s being fucked by Jean

And Connie’s an ass? Talking to them like a little shit. “So this is how you did it without me last time, huh? I missed out on all this fun?”

I’ll save the big details for the fic so you have to read it sorry xoxo, but let’s say Jean ends up fucking Sasha’s mouth while Connie switches and begins fucking her? Like your classic Eiffel Tower shit

They definitely high five while fucking Sasha lol but she’s also loving it we know she’s a freak

I bet Connie would feel this weird possession about fucking Sasha? Like he sees how wet she got from cumming with Jean’s cock inside her and he’s like well we gotta out do this, I gotta show her how good I’m gonna make her feel

No warning just immediately rams himself into her, her gasp barely audible around Jean’s cock

And this is when he starts to like “hm I could get used to this”, just an idle thought he brushes off as he slaps her ass, grabbing the fat of it afterwards to thrust deeper into her

I bet they talked about it before, but Connie definitely is all “You gonna let me cum inside you, huh, Sash? Gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up?”

Jean’s already came in her mouth and he’s holding her, petting her hair and playing with her tits as she cries out, nodding and turning back to look at him

I bet Sasha’s fucked out expression is what sends him over the edge

They end up all passed out next to each other with Sasha in the middle, they’re too sweaty and gross to be comfortable but they promise to help wash the sheets and clean up/get breakfast in the morning

But somehow Connie and Sasha both wake up in the middle of the night (she elbows him accidentally), and before they go back to sleep he’s just kind of like, wait wait

And he slips a hand in her underwear just to feel the mess of his cum leaking into her underwear

Omg he’d slip a finger inside her, trying to push it into her again (fuck I love Connie too much someone needs to put me in horny jail)

She’d just kind of whine quietly, half asleep but wrapping her arm around him and shuffling closer, carefully spreading her legs further

He’d finger her for a little bit but her whines and noises start to get too loud, they’re too lazy to move to the bathroom or something so they put a pin in it

Connie does tilt Sasha’s jaw towards him and kisses her though? It’s like the first time he’s ever kissed a girl after sex so it’s kind of startling to him, it just seems too romantic and he can’t possibly feeling this towards his best pal Sasha??

But Sasha’s kissed guys after sex so she’s like whatever lol gnight dude

Things are fine between the three of them because Connie just compartmentalizes his emotions and Jean and Sasha have already fucked

But now when they talk about going to parties, Connie doesn’t really want to hook up with random girls anymore? And he gets pissy when Sasha mentions bringing a guy back to her place

But also Sasha picks up on that and she doesn’t even seem to care about the guys she’s hooking up with?? Jean can see it SO CLEARLY she’s using these other guys to distract herself from Connie

One day Jean shows up at Sasha’s door and is like “so when did you start liking Connie?”

Ends with Sasha crying to Jean about how she doesn’t know? He had a thing for her in their sophomore year of high school? They were each others first kisses? She even had a thing for him once in their senior year, but this is DIFFERENT she knows it’s going to ruin their friendship

Literally Ymir and Historia are there because they were just giving her shit for this too but now they’re comforting her

Jean just had the EXACT SAME conversation with Connie, even with the same tears, and Eren and Mikasa there to comfort him LMAO

But Jean doesn’t say anything about that, he just says she should talk to him about it (just like he told Connie to do) and she’s like lol NO

A couple days later though Connie says the most OUTTA pocket thing?? Something about a girlfriend??

In my mind it’s always Mina just because but idk we’ll see

Connie in an attempt to evade the confrontation of talking to Sasha about his feelings has decided that burying them deep inside himself is the way to go

And Sasha literally texts Jean and is like SEE?!???? He doesn’t like me it’s fine this is fine 🥲

And Jean is like THESE TWO DUMBASSES WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Cue him and Marco having to play matchmaker, maybe even fall in love themselves while they’re at it 😗

Idk how it’s gonna end ngl but if you stuck around this long you should tell me your thoughts via reply or ask

[mysticboombox]

Hey Mystics!

I decided to make a fic with platonic and romantic aspects I think I’d have with the boys. The language kind of changes too because I’ll go from a (Y/N) perspective to talking about myself, so I apologize for any confusion that may occur. This is my first time writing something from a personal perspective so I am nervous of how everyone would react. There will be some repeats since I did try to add things I think the guys would do on the daily, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have to put EVERYTHING in one fic. There’s time for that :) If there are any tips people may have, or you just loved it, please let me know! I’d love to make material for people to read and enjoy. Anyways, enough of me talking, enjoy!

Things I would Enjoy Doing with the Boys🐢💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Leonardo: 

Meditating- With how much I go through and personally put myself through (idk why) I think Leo would be very, very good at teaching me how to meditate and relax. Not gonna lie, I’d probably end up sleeping during the first few sessions not because it’s boring, it’s just that relaxing. I did like yoga in high school, so I think that would be something we could both do if Leo realizes I am more likely to sleep than meditate.

Reading- I miss having the time to read, and I feel like if Leo was practicing his Katas, meditating, having tea with him, I feel like reading would be really fun and relaxing. I also think having book discussions and reviewing the books would be a fun past-time as well. I’d also ask what he likes to read and would gift him books once in a while, especially on his birthday and Christmas.

Tea Time- Call it what you want, but I feel like having tea with Leo would be something to enjoy any time of the day (or night cuz ya know, boys got patrol). Now, add Splinter to the tea time and now you wish to have dad approval by the master himself.

Philosophy- I feel like if you have questions that lead to a deep discussion, Leo would gladly sit down and listen. He’d also like to ask his own deep questions and it would just spiral into hours of talking with this guy and possibly forget that existing is actually a thing (idk what philosopher’s do, sorry.) I also feel like Raph and Mikey would get annoyed and might kick Leo and I out of the kitchen (where most deep convos begin) and we’d go to the dojo to continue.

Cooking- I think if Mikey has dragged Leo into the kitchen a couple of times, I think Leo would know basic cooking. He would be more than happy to learn how to make sushi, ramen, boba/bubble tea, etc. But if I were to be cooking, I’m going to ask him if he’d like to learn how to cook asian cuisine. I love boba/bubble tea, so I think making that with Leo would be a fun experience, especially if Leo gets to flex on his tea knowledge. 

Training- Leo would train me like he trains himself and his brothers. He would push me past my limits, however after a hard day of training, I’d be able to relax after it. Probably give me a banana or too cuz of how sore I’d be lol.

Romantic💙:

Cuddles- If I was dating Leo, I feel like what everyone is saying about him not really showing PDA in front of his brothers would apply to me. At least, in the beginning… We’d cuddle in secret before it emerges as the relationship gets more comfortable. During movie nights I’d start sitting in his lap snuggling against him as he wraps his arms around me. In bed, he likes to be the big spoon but,… he LOVES being the little spoon. He just won’t admit it. Probably cradle his head when he’s taking naps.

Kisses- Probably soft chaste kisses at first, nothing big in front of his family. Though he’d probably place soft kisses on the readers/I’s faces and necks to show a little more affection. In the bedroom though? Hot damn, probably into french-kissing and the whole heavy makeout sessions.

Dates- He’d probably be a little clueless as what to do, so he’d ask Donnie and maybe Master Splinter for ideas. Though I think he’d be the guy that has the romantic dinner with flowers waiting to be gifted. Maybe star-gazing, him reading poetry out loud, that kind of thing. He would also love to learn what the reader/I am interested so the dates are inclusive on both sides. Late night walks in the park when he’s sure he won’t be discovered. 

Tittie’s/Ass/Thighs- Alright, what is this man? He’s gonna love every body part on his partner. I think he’d be a mixture, since he does love seeing that booty dance in more than one way👀 But he also loves to hold onto your thighs either when cuddling or doing the naughty tango. When he’s cuddling, he definitely loves to put his face into your titties, regardless the size. He uses your ass as a pillow when you’re on his bed.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- Plain missionary and cowgirl, but add what you’d like to it. I’m not into BDSM like some people headcanon Leo to be, but I don’t know. As long as Leo can go from slow to “going to break the bed” mode, I don’t think this is gonna be a position anyone could get sick of. Especially when he’s got his thumb in your mouth holding your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes when he’s thrusting. I think riding would be fun, because it means Leo can get comfortable with giving me the reins and allow him to relax. Prolonged eye contact.

Raphael:

Crocheting- I know that Raph knits, but I think he’d be more than happy to teach me how to knit. Probably would go to the library and check out any book he’s interested in and we’d work on projects together. He’d make blankets, ponchos, beanies, etc and gift me a couple of those to me and his family. I love large blankets that dwarf my little body so he’d probably be amused making it and gifting it. I have silent feet so there may have been a few jump scares in the lair because of said feet and blanket…

Comics- I don’t read comics like I used to, but I’d encourage Raph to tell me what he likes so I could find material he likes. He’s into Batman, so if Raph and I are on like, really good terms, I’d ask to look through his comic book collection so I can get an idea of what he’s missing and isn’t. If he wants to ask me what comics I like, I’d tell him what I’ve read and what I know. I think if he’s interested I’d share some graphic novels that I like to read. An activity we’d be doing when our schedules aren’t so busy.

Video Games- I can… unfortunately swear up a storm when it comes to some games, so when Raph wants some entertainment all he’d have to do is sit next to me with a bowl of popcorn and watch. And when he’s playing, I’m likely to just watch and ask him questions about various things when there’s a break or something non-intense is happening. Though no horror games for me. Imagine me smacking someone if I see something horror related. It is said my high fives have a little power behind them…

Cooking- Raph is likely going to be the American dad ok? I kind of hate saying that, but that’s what I can imagine him being good at. He would honestly make the best burgers. He’d also know how to make soups and different chilis. I’ve only made chili, like, once, so I think that’s something that I would like to learn from him. People saying he can’t cook for the life of him… with a brother likely Mikey, he’s BOUND to find something he’ll like cooking when it’s his turn.

Training/Work Out- He’s kind of like Leo, he takes training and working out VERY seriously. However, he’s probably likely to be a little lenient when he kind of realizes when someone can’t lift 300lbs all at once. I feel like I could connect with him if I’m weight training with him because I loved doing that in high school. I also imagine going to him after sitting for to long and asking to work out for 10-15 minutes, 30 if I would like to push it. I know an hour is recommended, but realistically I’m not going to do that. Either with the turtles or in reality.

Motorcycle Rides- It’s gotta be said. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before and I think if something has upset me enough that I need to get out, I’ll ask Raph if we could go out on a ride. That is if we’re pretty close, but assume we are. No questions asked, Raph would have me dress up appropriately before finding a helmet he used to wear that would fit mine before heading out. I’m not usually one to like speed, but I think at that point any thoughts of that would be out the door as soon as I sit in front of Raph and we just go. No destination, just doing anything but sitting around. Probably after calming down and coming back, I’ll bring up the idea of building a bike with Raph and I think with Donnie’s help, he’d be more than happy to build a bike so we could be bike buddies:)

Romantic❤️:

Cuddles- I think even before dating Raph, once he realizes I love giving hugs and he doesn’t need to feel scared of receiving a hug, he’d be more than happy to give hugs and cuddles. Once dating, damn. I feel like it’s one of those situations where it’s like “good luck getting out of that.” Boy is touch starved, plus his insecurities don’t really help. But I love giving out hugs, virtually and physically, so if I’m stuck in Raph’s grip, I think I’d be more than fine with that. He’d probably grumble when I have to do something that’s not in his grip. You’ll be stuck I’m sure, but does anyone really want to be released from those DAMN arms?

Kisses- This boy needs patience and reassurance. Probably start out with cheek and face kisses before going *smooch smooch*. He’s probably wearing plain but simple chap stick cuz he’s afraid when the first kiss happens it’s gonna be uncomfortable. So when it happens, his lips would be soft and plump like you’re kissing a cloud. 

Dates- Baby, is it really a date with Raph if he doesn’t have his bike involved? 

Titties/Ass/Thighs- I will die on the hill that says Raph is an ass man. He loves every part of your body, but that booty got his mind thinking obscene things. He’s working out? He’s thinking about dat ass. While working on chores? Dat ass be clappin’ in his head. Boy ain’t gonna get tired of thinking about that ass. He will get tired of it if he can’t have your ass in his hands. I could go on, but you’ve got the idea.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- Like I said before, I stand by anyone that says he’s an ass man. So doggystyle is this man’s favorite position. Face down ass up, add a little wiggle and he’s GONE. Add reverse cowgirl into that he’s willing to be a little sub is he gets to see dat ass clap. Guy loves ass and no matter the size of that ass, he will worship the fuck out of it. 

Donatello:

Building Projects- With me tiny hands, I would be able to help Donnie out with reaching places he can’t reach with his hands…And other places… Anywhizzle, if Raph and I are pretty good friends, I’d ask Donnie if we could come up with a bike design and have Raph help out with the design and building it.

Help with classes- Donnie hands down would figure out how to help someone with school. With ADHD we’d figure out what works for me and what doesn’t. He’d also make little goals he believes i can achieve through the day.

Cooking- Donnie would try to get into the science of cooking and would find that it may work for some dishes, but not all dishes. He might become impatient and will just realize that baking would probably be more of his forte. We would make Tiramisu together and I’d probably cook his favorite Italian dishes. I know for sure I would make Zuppa Toscana (One of Olive Garden’s popular soups).

Reading- Like Leo, reading would also be enjoyable with Donnie. While I do like my fantasy romance books, and Donnie is likely to just enjoy more of his scientific journals, we could cuddle while reading. 

Video Games- I think when Donnie is wanting a break but still wants to do something tech related, video games are a way to go. I’m more of a Minecraft, Spyro, Mahjong, and Solitaire kind of gal, but I think it would be fun to do with Donnie. 

Puzzles/Card Games- It gets the brain working, and that’s what I think Donnie would enjoy! I used to play with puzzles for a little bit. If I had my own puzzles, and school wasn’t such a drag, I might indulge. Donnie is likely to figure out an 1,000 piece in I bet less than 2 hours. 

Romantic💜:

Cuddles- Donnie might be a little reluctant at first, he’s an awkward boi and doesn’t want to make his partner uncomfortable. He’ll eventually be touch starved enough that cuddles are all that he could ask for. Cuddling when he’s working at his desk, cuddling when movie night at the lair is happening, cuddles when there’s downtime and he’s FINALLY decided to go to bed, etc.

Kisses- He would likely be shy at first, but as the relationship progresses, he’ll become more confident. Definitely will try the spider-man kiss when he gets the chance since he knows it’s cheesy as fuck, but you’re gonna love it.

Dates- With Donnie, I’m imagining what @turtle-babe83 has written. Museum, aquarium, and library dates are a thing, coffee dates are a daily I’m sure. However, have any interest in basketball, either played in pep band, was a player or a cheerleader, I think Donnie would want details immediately. 

Titties/Ass/Thighs- Ever since someone mentioned his thighs, I imagined him as a thigh man. The man with the beautiful (and snackable) thighs shall BECOME the lover of the thighs. He will spread them and take a bite. Biting, nipping, licking, sucking, thigh fucking, THAT whole shebang. You’ll be littered with thigh hickies once this man gets a hold of them.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- He’s gonna be missionary man, but I think he might be ok with adding his Bo staff to his routine. When he’s standing, have the Bo staff under your knees as he pulls you into his chest and yeah, have fun figuring out what a thought was. 

Michelangelo:

Video Games- I may not play too many video games but I’d be more than happy to play with Mikey with what he’s got. As long as it’s not horror I should be ok. I do headcanon that Donnie found a wii console, spruced it up and was able to download the games when they didn’t have the discs. So Just Dance parties are gonna happen and anything with Mario, count me in.

Art Projects- Now this outta be fun! Paper origami, paper mache, painting, drawing, sketching, etc. Ooo. Imagine BECOMING the art project (only if you were comfortable tho) 

Card Games- Hey! If the guy can chat up a storm and have fun, then this is the activity to go with! Especially if Cards Against Humanity was involved (RIP Leo’s honor).

Cooking- Ok, there have been mixed headcanons that Mikey either doesn’t have an idea of what he’s doing (so makes bad food. AHEM 2012 Mikey) Orrrrr, he clearly knows how to cook and is tasked with cooking because everyone else either doesn’t care to cook or is terrible at it. With how much cooking I do, Mikey is bound to be curious with what I’m doing and will ask if he can help out.  

Skating- I have a pair of skates and a skateboard, I just have a fear of falling so doing any of those things makes me anxious. But I think if a person like Mikey were to instruct me, I’d be open to becoming a skating buddy. 

Comic Books- I’d probably read graphic novels, but imagining sitting in Mikey’s lap to read while he’s playing video games or while he’s reading comics is like 👌🏽 zen. We’d make funny sound effects, make our own, or even after reading a comic, make our own! Draw the entire family as superheroes and rescue the recueless!

Romantic🧡:

Cuddles- Come on, your’re talking to the cuddle KING himself. He’ll hug you virtually, he’ll hug you as soon as you come into the lair, he’ll hug you while sitting next to you, you get the idea. No such thing as a cuddle shortage. 

Kisses- He’ll be shy with giving kisses for maybe a split second, but as soon as the giggles start happening, KISS BOMB. Kisses galore. No such thing as a shortage in kisses.

Dates- I think he can be pretty romantic if you let him have at it, but ya might need to get his brothers in on the date so he doesn’t go too overboard. There will be video game dates, movie nights, and skateboarding dates as well. He’s very open to different suggestions as well. He just wants to make his girl happy.

Titties/Ass/Thighs- Look, he’ll love every inch of your body and will leave no stone unturned. But like, I have to agree with those who say he’s a titties man. Look, they’re natural pillows the universe has endowed his partner with. No matter the size of them badonkers, he’ll be snuggling your chest. 

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- I think any position would suit this guys fancy. But I think he might enjoy the spooning position. Mikey can lift the leg for deeper penetration and see his lover at a different angle. He’d also like the cowgirl positions as well. He just loves any angle he can take you.

Hope y’all enjoyed this! It too has been sitting in my drafts too long. 

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[philliamwrites]

Tw for body image issues

Ok, so what about eren x virgin reader. Shes kinda nervous, 1 for the pain, cause his hands are bigger then hers, let alone his dick so shes a bit 💫scared💫 but erens just super sweet and gentle and saying how they can stop whenever. Reader also wants to fuck with the lights off. Erens taking off her clothes but shes still covering up and hes saying shes beautiful but she says something like "but u havnt seen all of me, u may not like the rest" and he is just 💫not havin it💫 cause he thinks shes beautiful, he will not tolerate a debate rn. he grabs her wrists to hold above her head so she cant cover up and just goes to town kissing all down her body, then he gets to down there and says something like "hmm, idk if u deserve my tongue rn, only good girls get what they want. Be a good girl and say ur beautiful for me" so she does but hes not playing fair, he goes back to her neck and leaves hickeys all the way down her body. Just adoring her, being all sweet and saying all this nice stuff. But also being dirty cause boys got a mouth on him xD

He is just relentless in his praise, but also mean cause he knows you wanna go the easy route and cover up and shy away, but he is refusing. He will pick u up and fibger u against the wall, just to prove ur not heavy. Boy will eat u out for hours but u can only come when hes convinced that u beleive him.

"Say it, or ill stop right now..."

"Fine, im pretty, now plz let me cum!"

"I can hear it in your voice that your just saying that, i need u to beleive it" and thr fucker just keeps teasing u like that.

Mans is ruthless 🥴🥴

Sorry it took me a while to get back to you nonny!!

But damn, why you hitting me so hard where my own insecurities lie omggg 😭😭😭

Warnings: fem!Reader x Eren; mirror sex, vaginal sex, cockwarming (kinda)

But for real, listen, Eren would make sure your first time with him goes as smooth as possible. Mr. Tough-Guy Tattoos On His Knuckles’ favourite movie is Up and HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC. He’ll make sure that you feel safe and damn, he’s been in relationships before, but he’s never felt THIS driven to put his everything into making sure that you feel save, loved, and understood.

I’m talking about him going the extra mile to make it all as comfortable and inviting and relaxing as possible. Clean bed sheets (smelling like him), some nice candles for the mood, your favourite comfort movie, take-out. You guys would also have had long conversations about do’s and don’ts, something that Eren was very adamant on having even though you were unsure and afraid that it would prove more how unexperienced you are.

But when you two fuck, he’s so super aware and tuned to how you react to everything he says, every time he touches you. My boy can’t comprehend how you can’t see how absolutely drop dead gorgeous you are—the face you make when he drills into you, the sweet moans floating to his ears when he drapes your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, the way your body jerks and spasms when you’re so high on pleasure that your eyes roll back—he’s like a man on a mission to make you see it for yourself.

So I’ll raise you one: MIRROR SEX. EREN WILL FUCK YOU WHILE MAKING YOU WATCH YOURSELF IN A MIRROR. You know it. I know it. We all know it. He finds something he needs to do and it’s all he’ll think about until it’s done. Having you on his lap, bouncing you on his dick as though your life depends on it, all while looking at yourself.

“Still thinking you’re not pretty?” he mumbles against your neck, scraping the tender flesh with his teeth. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you can already see bruises forming.

“I—I’m—” You can’t even form a full sentence, mind foggy with pleasure. Your whole body is tense from how crazy good Eren’s dick feels. Seeing how it disappears inside you, how easily he moves you on top of him as though you weigh nothing (it makes you think vulgar, nasty things, something new you’ve learnt about yourself: that you’re just a fleshlight for Eren’s pleasure, that he can use you however he wants, fill you up whenever he wants and somehow thinking this makes your blood run hotter, your quivering thighs putting more effort into moving your body on top of his)—

“Fuck, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Eren asks. He slings an arm around your waist and holds you still, which gives you a pause from him abusing your hole with his ridiculous large dick, but now there’s constant pressure against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your head rolls back on his shoulder and you take big, deep breaths, trying to relax.

“Babe, come on.” His hands wander up to your tits, squeezing them, pinching your hard nipples. “We agreed you wouldn’t look away.”

“It’s just… so much,” you reply, your voice thick with pleasure. Eren’s hands stop exploring your body for a moment.

“Want me to stop?”

Just the thought sends a bolt of horror through you. You quickly shake your head, not trusting your own voice. Eren chuckles into the crook of your neck.

“Then open your eyes for me. Pretty please.”

You blink your eyes open. Eren rewards you with a sweet kiss to your cheek. His hands knead your tense muscles in your thighs, your lower back. “That’s my good girl.”

Another new thing you’ve learnt: hearing Eren’s praises makes your knees wobble and warmth spread inside your chest. You want to be good for him. You want to please him and make him happy. When he taps your chin tenderly, you turn your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“See, so pretty for me. You think so too, don’t you? That you’re beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful angel.”

His honey-smooth voice is like sweet balm to your heated skin, but the words are flames burning you from the inside. Instinct dictates you to hide your face, draw into yourself like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Since you take too long to answer, Eren catches your chin between thumb and index finger and forces you to look back at yourself in the mirror. “You gotta say it too. Or else I won’t move.”

“Ohhh, come one, Eren. Please,” you whine, circling your hips to get some friction. He stops you by holding onto your waist.

“Say it. Or else we’ll stop.”

He leaves you no wiggling room—literally.

“’m pr’tty,” you mumble, not meeting your own eyes in the reflection.

“What?” Eren runs his mouth along your jawline. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I—I’m pretty,” you repeat, a little louder but your voice quivers and your heart isn’t into it.

Eren, of course, notices.

“Hmmm, you don’t sound too convinced to me.” He squishes your cheeks with one hand while the other sneaks down, past your soft belly to where you two are connected. “How about this: you say it like you mean it and I’ll reward you.” To give you a taste of his promise, he brushes the rough pads of his fingers over your clit in slow, lazy circles. “Try again.”

This man is no joke 🥵🥵

He’ll give you plenty opportunities to rethink your opinion on yourself because he’ll worship your body and tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are every chance he gets. NEXT STEP: TEACHING YOU HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF WITH SOME SOFTLY GUIDED SELF PLEASURING JESUS SOMEONE LOCK THIS GUY UP—

[radhyena]

I remember when I was a fat girl (probably around 18 or so Idfk) and the song all about that bass came on, and I was so stoked. Because like… there was actually song that’s just about how being fat is beautiful and you don’t have to change! And now looking back I can see the whole like yeah don’t pit women against each other, don’t need to sexualized to make people feel okay.

But like… at the time I remember feeling so alienated from thin women because every fat woman I knew LOVED the song. Like, the same way they love fat bottomed girls or big girls by Mika. Fat women don’t get much love. But all the thin women I knew were constantly posting on Facebook about how women should come together and support each other! Not tear each other down! Every body is beautiful!

And like looking back yes I fully agree. But as a fat teenager who spent my entire life getting the message “you’re a worthless pig and no one will ever find you attractive let alone love you”… those same women in my life hating these songs didn’t have this message for those songs. For the movies, songs, tv shows, everything that tore fat women apart and made us the joke. But suddenly fat women get one song and it’s “women should be supporting women!” Even though those very women constantly commented on my body every damn chance they got.

And again as I’ve said now, as a clearer minded adult with a lot less self esteem issues about my body, I know there’s a lot of validity in that argument. But as a fat teenager? Yeah I was pissed the fuck off because all these women expected me to care about their problems while actively making mine worse.

That’s the thing with women who are anti feminist is like it isn’t just cut and dry oh she’s uneducated or she’s stupid. Especially with fat girls (I’m guessing other demographics too but I’ll speak to my own experience) like the mean girl trope isn’t a man made thing. Or if it was then it did influence a lot of girls because Jesus Christ I was mistreated HORRIBLY, and then being told “well it’s all about women supporting women” when I had gotten shit all support from every woman around me just… idk.

This isn’t supposed to mean anything. It’s just an insight to a broken mentally ill 18 year old with better hindsight.

[jacksonstarkiller]

Heya, for Squiddo's ask game, #1, pick your version

Well, here is the essay answer no one was waiting for!

I’m going with 2004 because I don’t get enough changes to talk about Brady Corbet. 😌

There are A LOT of things I love about Brady’s portrayal in the 2004 movie. His attitude, his gayness, his audacity, his fashion. Seriously, lad is just strolling around in cheap basic jeans and a shirt, despite his father being a rich bastard. SLAAAAYYY!!!!

But right now I’ll focus on 2004 Alan being an ADHD icon because it means a great deal to me.

The media I consume usually lacks ADHD representation. I rarely come across it, and when I do, it’s frequently a poorly researched stereotype that pisses me off. Now I know that Alan having ADHD is not canon, but holy shit 2004 Alan is an accurate representation. Best I’ve seen so far tbh.

For starters, the movie literally starts with Alan sitting zoned out in a maths lesson. Iconic! Damn, I feel that scene every time I see it. Alan staring out of the window whilst thinking about his hyperfixiation and needing to be called repeatedly before he actually registers it, 10/10 accuracy.

Throughout the entire movie, there are a myriad of scenes where others are patiently waiting or working on something, and Alan is in the background running around like an overstimulated puppy, flapping his hands, frustrated that doesn’t have something to do. Amazing!

He also exhibits impulsiveness, no patience, mood swings, high irritability, and a short temper. He interrupts people and forgets to look before he leaps. Now THIS is an accurate and complete picture instead of kid who can’t sit still and is dumb and has no other symptoms.

Finally, I love that Alan isn’t stupid. I’ll admit, Fermat is the brains (no pun intended) of the duo but Alan is not an idiot. I’m sick of the stereotype that you cannot be smart if you have ADHD. Seriously, I was in for treatment and was explaining how I struggle with concentrating on reading and assignments and the medical professional (idk what his exact function is tbh) looked me dead in the eye and suggested that university was maybe beyond my capabilities. BITCH, I PASSED MY FIRST YEAR CUM LAUDE (got a bloody certificate and everything) I BELONG TO THE TOP 15 STUDENTS OF MY YEAR!!!!!! I’m gonna fight someone over this one day. But not Alan, because Alan is intelligent! He showed extensive knowledge on the Thunderbirds and rescues. He devised multiple clever plans and ideas that actually worked. It was his idea to use the vents; his idea to use the Thunderizer and the Firefly; he led the final rescue with the monorail; he got himself, Fermat, and TinTin away from the Hood when they were cornered in Thunderbird 1’s silo; HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO DEFEAT THE HOOD!!!! Yes, the hover sledge idea failed but only partially, and 1 mistake does not make you stupid. Also, that was kinda the whole point of the movie, that Alan learned to think more carefully about actions and consequences. And if you still remain unconvinced that Alan posses intelligence, may I refer you to his actual, official report card that was used in a scene, which was later cut from the movie, and that I have in my possession 😩💪🏻

It says “very bright”. 😤

May I also point out that the rest of the comment confirms my diagnosis? 😏

Is anyone still reading this at this point? If you are, you’re a legend!💪🏻

In short, I feel extremely validated and represented by ADHD-icon Alan, and since this is a rare occurrence, it means the world to me.

Alright, alright, I’ll stop. I think I got my point across 😅