#Nah she knows that wouldn't work but it doesn't stop it from being a fun fantasy lol

[sysig]

Good luck with that one, Charm (Patreon)

[lucidfairies]

you-know-who [a.a]

pairing: dad's business partner abby anderson x f!reader

summary: abby has been your dad's loyal business partner for quite some time, and she's totally off limits, but that doesn't stop her from appearing in your wet dreams every night. tonight they just happened to come true.

warnings: mdni 18+, dom!abby, sub!reader, virgin!reader, experienced!abby, fingering [r] face riding [r], strap usage [r], strap referred to as cock, pet names, praise, bondage, age gap, slight overstim, breeding kink brrrr

word count: 3.7k

Your dad is good at a lot of things. He's good at business, making deals, and negotiating. But being a dad? Not so much. Sure, you got to go to banquets and beautiful galas, but it wasn't worth the expense of no father figure. The worst part of it all is when he pretends to be present but, in reality, knows nothing about you.

Your best friend, Dina, sat on the end of the bed while you rummaged through your wardrobe, trying to find something nice to wear. "It's just dinner." She said lazily, not looking up from her phone. "Why don't you wear that blue dress with the slit? You look really good in that one." You groaned, turning to face her.

"I wore that one last time, remember? I can't wear it twice in a row. Plus, this is a really big brand deal for my dad. I need to look my absolute best." You continued to contemplate dresses until you finally decided on one. It was black, with a square neckline that always made your cleavage look phenomenal. It hardly came to the middle of your thigh, but sitting at a dinner table, you were sure no one would notice.

"Is you-know-who gonna be there?" Dina asked, setting her phone down as she was suddenly intrigued. She smirked as your face reddened a little.

"Yes, she's going to be there. Gotta look my best. Tonight could be the night." I winked at her.

One good thing about having a dad who's a multi-million dollar CEO is that he tends to have the finest employees of all time working for him - especially Abigail Anderson. You and Dina have a running joke that sometimes you and Abby will hook up because she always eyes you the same way you do her.

Tonight definitely wasn't going to be the night for a multitude of reasons. First, she's 33, and you're 21, which basically throws you out of the competition. Second, your dad was going to be home tonight, which meant you were home tonight. Dina promised that she could cover for you, but you've never taken her up on that opportunity. And last but certainly not least, if your father found out you slept around with his right-hand woman, you would probably be disowned, and she would probably get beheaded.

You held your head high, though, as you began to do your makeup and curl your hair. Once you finished, you slipped the dress over your head and zipped it up with assistance from Dina. "You know, if you throw on and dress and do your makeup, you could come with me. My dad probably wouldn't notice."

"Nah, I'll leave you and your soon to be wife alone for the night. Have fun, baby girl." She kissed your cheek and started collecting her things. You walked her down to the front door, bid her a good bye, then shut the door.

Mere minutes later, a black car pulled up outside the door, and you knew that meant it was time to go. You grabbed a black handbag and heels, then rushed out the door.

When you arrived, you took note of the fact that all of your dad's colleagues' cars were parked together, and there was Abby's black Porsche, looking sleek as ever. You grinned, then remembered where you were and dropped your face back into a neutral position.

As you walked toward their private room, you spotted your father and approached him. "Hey sweetheart," you hugged awkwardly, "grab a seat. We're waiting on five more people." You smiled and nodded, entering the room and analyzing it. There was Abby, with a glorious open seat next to her. You claimed it, placing your handbag on the floor and your napkin in your lap.

Abby looked at you briefly, smirking when you met her eye. She knew she looked hot. You knew it, too. She made a basic white button-down, and gray slacks look so good. You could hardly imagine what she'd look like naked. All that muscle, the veins that popped from her arm. She was a walking wet dream if you'd ever seen one.

"You look good tonight," she whispered, and even over the commotion of the table, you could hear her. "Maybe even better than last time."

"Likewise, Ms. Anderson." You complimented, using the sluttiest voice you could muster. Her cheeks got red and she turned away, jumping into a conversation with the table of people. Your eyes jumped from her sharp jaw to her full lips, thinking about how good she would look between your legs.

This happens every time.

But tonight – tonight was different. Tonight, you decided that you were going to do something about it. I mean, the worst she could do is turn you down, right? You stood, brushing your hand against her thigh as you excused yourself to the bathroom. Once there, you fixed your makeup and pulled your dress down and little at the top, just to make your tits look better.

You left the bathroom, putting a hand on her shoulder as you stepped into and took your seat. "Ms. Anderson," you asked, getting her attention. She immediately looked over to you, eyes dropping to the top of your dress before quickly snapping back up. "Could you pass the water?"

"Yes ma'am," her voice was low and her eyes were dark. She grabbed the pitcher and refilled your glass for you, smiling as she placed it on the table.

Your dad asked you a question about something, but all you could think about was Abby's hand, which was now curiously dragging along your thigh. Your breath hitched, but you played it off with a cough and continued talking.

Suddenly her large, warm hand was under your dress, tracing circles on the inside of your thigh. Your conversation with you dad had come to an end at this point, thank God, because you were seconds away whining and begging her to continue.

Once she was sure that your pussy was aching, she pulled her hand away and cut into her food, taking a bite. Your head was a little dizzy, and you tried to comprehend if that actually happened or not. You needed some way of making this go further. If you went to the bathroom again it would look suspicious, but it seemed like the best plan right now.

"You're going to follow me." You said to her, standing up and walking out of the room. You went into the single bathroom, waiting patiently. Two minutes passed and you got slightly irritated, considering going back. But the door opened, and there was Abby's brooding figure.

"What are you doing, y/n?" She asked, leaning against the bathroom wall. "'Cause it seems a lot like you're trying to get my attention." Your mind was blank. Why did you think this was a good idea? "Do you want my attention, sweetheart?" Abby took a step forward, causing your ass to press gently against the bathroom sink.

"Yes, Ms. Anderson." You ran a hand down her chest and abs, feeling them contrast under your hand. "I want you." You pulled her further into you by her waist, so that her thigh was slotted between your legs.

"Here's what we're gonna do, sugar," she dipped her head so that her hot breath hit your neck, "You're gonna come to my house after dinner in this dress," she kissed your neck lightly, "and I'm gonna fuck you until you know no name but mine." You practically whimpered under her touch. "Yes?"

"Yes." Abby backed up, fixed her shirt, then left the bathroom. You followed minutes later, taking your seat next to her.

The dinner droned on and on, to the point that you wanted to just get up and walk out with Abby on your hip. But you didn't. You suffered through having to listen to brand deals while also thinking about the ache between your legs and everything she's going to do to you.

You wanted her to tie you to her headboard and fuck you with her strap until you came three times, maybe spank you. You wanted her to do bad things to you ‐ but the worst part was that you hadn't actually done anything before.

Finally, finally, your dad closed the deal and the dinner began to come to an end. You shot up, grabbed your bag and rushed to your father. "I'm sleeping at Dina's tonight," you told him. He kissed your head and whisked you away, too high on the feeling of making a new deal that he didn't have time to pay attention to you. "Take me to Abby Anderson's house." You told the driver, who nodded and pulled out of the lot.

You got there before her, awkwardly, and stood outside. She arrived 5 minutes after you, striding toward you with an absolute purpose. "Someone's eager." She said, smirking. She let you in and you sat your bag down, then kicked off your heels. You were so much shorter than her without your heels, and it was oddly hot. "Can I get you anything?" She knew you wanted to fuck, and you weren't having it.

You grabbed her and kissed her roughly, groaning when she grabbed your waist and pinned you to the counter. Her warm tongue breached your lips and massaged yours, with nothing sweet about it. She grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island. "I'm so much older than you baby," She mumbled into your neck. "We probably shouldn't do this."

"It turns me on, Ms. Anderson." You moaned as her teeth came into contact with your favorite spot on your neck. You ground your hips into the air, looking for anything with friction.

"Oh, you want me so bad, princess." She mocked, cupping your cunt. You cried out, grinding into her palm. "Have you ever been with a woman?" She asked, grabbing your hips to grind them against her palm.

"N-no one," you whimpered, "I've never been with anyone." You expected her to remove her hand and tell you to leave, that she wouldn't do it, but she didn't. She swiftly lifted you off the island and placed you on the floor.

"I'm gonna ruin you, baby. Now follow me." You took her hand as she led you up the steps and down the hall to her bedroom, where she locked the door. "Take your dress off and lay down." You did as she said, but she disappeared into a room off of her bedroom. You heard the water running while you laid down, and she came back out moments later.

Her hands were washed and she had a strap in one of them that she sat down on the nightstand. She shed her shoes and buttoned down, tossing them in a pile with your dress, then climbed over you. She pushed your knees up around her hips and began kissing your neck lightly. "How many times do you wanna come tonight, honey?"

"Um.." you were practically braindead by that question. "One?" That's all you needed. Not like you had ever done this before. She groaned softly.

"How's three?" You gasped, rolling your hips into hers. "Three’s good then, sugar?" You nodded quickly, running your hands down her torso. She reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere. You whined as the cold air of her room hit your nipples. Everything suddenly became very real, and it finally clicked that you were laying half naked in your dad's partner's bed while she kneaded your tits and took them in her mouth.

"Oh Abby," you moaned as she bit gently on your nipple. Your head fell back, and you grabbed at her hair to keep her going.

Abby almost came in her boxers after hearing you moan her name. She had wanted this since the day she met you, but never made a move. Her cunt was throbbing, and she was just about ready to hump her bed like she was some kind of high schooler giving head for the first time.

Abby ran her thumb down your pussy over your underwear, moaning at the way you squirmed under her. She ran her finger over your heat again, flicking your clit gently this time.

There was slick surely running down your thighs, but you couldn't focus on that. The thought of making a mess in Abby's bed sounded amazing to you, though.

She kept going with that motion, stopping if you squirmed too much. "Abby.. fuck, I-I need it, please." You begged as she circled your clit rather roughly.

"Need what, princess?" You wanted to pretend like you were sick of the teasing, but you weren't. You liked how desperate she was making you, you wanted to beg for her to touch you. You wanted her to praise you for everything that you did right.

"Need you," you groaned.

"Atta girl," she kissed your thigh as she started dragging your underwear off. "You're doing so well, baby." Her eyes went wide as she realized actually how wet you were, basking in the idea that it was all for her.

Abby started sucking a hickey into your thigh as you whined under her, grabbing at her braid. "Abby," you pulled her up. "Take out your braid." She did as told, pulling the ponytail out and putting it around your wrist. She looked impossibly better with her blonde hair down.

After many more moments of teasing, she finally licked a strip up your cunt, making you throw your head back and groan. She sucked and flicked your clit, finding a perfect rhythm that you loved. It didn't take long for your stomach to tighten, but when she slowly pushed her middle finger into you, you knew you were gone.

She pumped it lightly, making sure you could take it, before adding her ring finger. She curled them, hitting something that was too much, but felt so good at the same time. "T-too much, Abby," I moaned, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to squirm away from her fingers. She didn't stop, though, with every pump of her fingers she hit that spot, making your head spin. "Abs, ah, I'm gonna- fuck,"

"That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers." Your back arched off the bed, and your vision went white as you did as told, coming on her fingers. It felt like hours of her coaxing you through it, but in reality it had only been a couple seconds. "You did so well, princess."

You were sure you looked blatantly unattractive, covered in sweat with your hair all messed up, but Abby was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world. Like she wanted to fuck the everlasting shit out of you.

Abby, on the other hand, looked phenomenal. You wanted to take a picture of her right now and keep it forever. Make it your wallpaper, print it, fuck yourself to it. Her hair was frizzy from you yanking on it, her eyes were dark. But probably the hottest thing was the spit that was covering her chin, and it was obviously from you, which made everything so much better.

She wiped her face on the back of her hand, then laid next to you. "I want you to ride my face, pretty girl." You sat up on your knees, looking at her with wide eyes.

"But.." you wanted to, you truly did. But you knew nothing about how to do it. "What if I suffocate you?" She shrugged.

"Worth it." She sat up, tugging you forward by your hips until you were sitting in her lap. "It's easy. You won't even have to do anything but sit. I'll do the rest." She smirked as you pushed up, moving towards her face until your cunt was right over her mouth. You were suddenly conscious of everything, wondering if she would be weirded out with anything you had going on, even though she already ate you out once.

She grabbed your hips and pulled you down, making you squeak a little. You could've sworn the world stopped when she started moving her tongue. The angle was better than when you were laying down, and you could watch her. You reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her head up. You were moaning louder than you had ever, head back with your eyes squeezed shut.

Abby was sure she was going to pass out. Not from lack of air, but from the fact that she had an absolutely gorgeous girl on her face, whining her name and begging for her to continue everything she was doing.

Abby moved one of her hands from your hip to her belt, unclipping it single handedly, and unzipping her pants. She was going to wait, rub one off after you had already left, but she couldn't anymore. She teased herself briefly before slipping two of her fingers between her folds, bucking up into her hand.

She was moaning into your pussy, using one of her hands to rub your clit. You wished she could talk because you loved her praise, but if this is what you got in return for not talking, you were fine with it.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," you ground your hips into her face as your stomach came undone and you came for the second time. You were so exhausted, so ready to curl up in her arms and go to sleep, but at the same time, you wanted to keep going, wanted to see what she'd do to you.

She tapped your thigh a few times and you wobbled up, falling into the bed next to her. "I'm tired," You tell her, fingers tracing circles on her chest. "But I want you to tie me up." You looked up at her, putting on an innocent expression, even though your thoughts were absolutely not innocent.

Abby's eyes widened. She hasn't tied someone up since she was like 20, but she was trying to take into account that you were young and still trying to figure out what you were into. And, I mean, tying you up definitely wasn't the worst thing someone could ask for.

So she did. With rope. You loved the way it felt around your wrists, loved the way you were bound to her headboard.

Abby slid her pants off, leaving her boxers and sports bra, which both fit her phenomenally. Your stomach flipped as she grabbed the strap from her nightstand and slipped it up to her hips. She came back over you, sitting up on her knees briefly while she pushed one of your legs up so that it was pressed against your chest.

She looked up at you and you gave her a nod. She gently ran the tip of the strap across your clit and down your folds, making you shiver. “Hurry up, Abs.” You groaned, pushing your hips into the air, trying to take her.

“Patience, darling.” She pushed the tip of her strap into your cunt, and the intrusion burned a little. It was as if your body wanted to push it out and keep it in at the same time. Once you could handle that, she pushed another inch in, waiting for your okay. She went inch by inch until her cock was bottomed out, all of it stretching you open and making you feel amazing.

Abby groaned, head lolling back as the strap pressed perfectly onto her clit. She pushed your other leg up to your chest, holding it softly as she started moving, pulling out just a little before thrusting back in. She wanted to go slow for you, gentle, but she could barely stop herself from fucking into you as hard and fast as she could.

The more comfortable you got, the less easy it was to contain herself. She moved faster, watching your eyes squeeze shut as you moaned. You liked her being rough, you loved how her cock rubbed against your little bundle of nerves every time she fucked into you, everything about it.

"Gonna put a baby in you, sugar," she groaned into your neck as her head fell. "What would your daddy think of that, hm?" Your moans filled the room and the headboard slamming against the wall filled the thick air of the room.

She pushed your legs apart, pressing herself farther onto you as she started sucking hickeys into your neck. She knew she was close, but she wanted to finish with you, so she held it back for as long as she could. That didn’t work very well - she came moments later, moaning into your neck as her thrusts got sloppy. You hardly noticed, too caught up with your own satisfaction.

She kept going, every roll of her hips bring both you and herself closer to your peaks. Again. Your stomach tightened and you threw your head back, screaming her name as you came around her cock. She practically collapsed on top of you as her orgasm hit her hard and fast.

She laid on you for a second before pulling out and rolling off, taking the strap off and tossing it off the bed. “Was that everything you wanted it to be, pretty girl?” She asked, still panting as she wiped a thin layer of sweat off of her forehead.

“Even better.” You said, throwing your arm over your arms. “What do we do now?” You asked lazily, praying to god that she wouldn’t kick you out. That would be extremely embarrassing.

“All you have to do is lay there and look pretty, hun.” She purred. She could make you wet again just from her words, even though you had absolutely nothing left in you. The bed shifted as she got up, walking into the bathroom. The water ran and you sat up, watching as she came back with a cloth hand towel.

Wordlessly, she grabbed your legs and spread them, wiping you off everywhere. You hummed as the warm water washed everything off of you, relaxing into her touch. She massaged your legs and even went as far as giving you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt so that you could sleep over. “Do you do this for all the girls you have over?” You asked. Your back was pressed to her front, her arm thrown over your waist.

“Nah,” she kissed your neck. “Only you, baby. Only you.”

a/n: thanks for reading <333 requests are open

[d-dixonimagines]

Hey! Maybe a cute idea for you: Daryl and reader are on a run and find some dasies. The reader does the petal plucking rhyme of "he loves me, he loves me not" and keeps picking flowers and doing it cause it keeps ending on "he loves me not" and she finds it hilariously apauling cause it's just not true.

To stay on the AI trend.. because I'm still having way too much fun with it, here is a photo dedicated to this cute idea! I do apologize for how long it has taken me to do it! My brain just doesn't want to work like it used to! Daryl Dixon, Female x Reader there's probably typos, i'm very sorry

It was amazing what beautiful things still came from such an ugly world, but you relished in the surprises. At this particular moment everything felt perfect. What started as a regular day doing a run, it ended in you and Daryl being in your own little world. After walking for miles, you both had stumbled upon a grassy hill covered in daisies and it was impossible not to stop and take a rest in them. You didn't know how long you had been there, but it didn't matter because everything was peaceful and you were with the only person you'd want to share this with. A cool breeze was justarting to pick up as the sun made its slow descent. Your eyes opened and you stared up at the clouds as they moved across the sky. You could have stayed lost in your thoughts but you tore your eyes away and turned your head towards Daryl, who was seemingly lost in a daydream of his own. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched him for a long moment, his features relaxed, his mouth twitching slightly as his tongue fiddled with the stem of a daisy that rested between his lips. Eventually you looked away and picked a flower of your own. Your fingers grazed over the petals briefly before picking them off one by one. "He loves me... he loves me not... he loves me... he loves me not..." Daryl peaked through one eyes as your voice sank into his consciousness. He pulled the flower from his mouth and turned to look at you. "What are you doin'?" His question made you laugh and you weren't sure why. Instead of answering him you continued plucking the petals off, the last one landing on 'he loves me not'. Letting out a huff, you tossed the stem and picked another one, going through the rhyme once more. "Hey, weirdo," Daryl turned his body towards you and gently swatted the half plucked flower from your hand before pulling you by the waist so you'd turn towards him, causing you to let out another laugh. "You never heard that rhyme before?" A sweet smile spread across your face as your eyes locked with his. "Nah." It was a quick, playful answer. The kind that sounds like he doesn't really care about what the answer is but you knew he actually did. "It's what little kids do when they have crush. You want the last petal to be 'loves me.'" "Why's that?" His grip tightened on your side. You gave a quick shrug. "Wouldn't you prefer it's that one over 'loves me not'?" "I don't need'a flower to tell me anything. Neither do you." You scrunched your nose at him and propped your elbow up, resting your head on your palm. "You're right about that. All these flowers keep saying you don't love me, they must me wrong." A light gust of wind picked up blowing strands of hair into your face. Daryl moved his hand from your waist to brush the hair from your eyes. "They're way wrong." He didn't ever have to say the words for you to know that he did love you because you already knew. And you couldn't lie, you thought it was cute the way he squirmed when things got too mushy, like he was now. "C'mere already," a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you into him. He kissed your forehead and you both rested on your back again, the sky painted different shades of orange and pink. It was truly breathtaking and you were enormously happy to be sharing this moment with your Daryl.

[neontoad]

“Ouch.”

“Oh, stop whining, you rabid dog,” Dazai says, pulling the thread through the loop and tightening the knot. She takes one last look at her stitchwork and hums, brushing her hair out of her eyes and finally making eye contact with Chuuya. “You wouldn't have been injured at all if you paid attention to your surroundings for once.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Chuuya snaps, sceptically looking at the stitches. As always, Dazai did a perfect job patching him up. That doesn’t mean he won’t bitch at her. “I’m the reason why your ass doesn't have a single scratch.”

“Yadda-yadda,” she says and theatrically yawns. “I would have dodged the attack. But how would you know that, right? I’m only the best strategist of the Port Mafia. No way I would have predicted that ambush, yeah?”

Chuuya grits his teeth and turns away. So what if she’s right? Maybe when Dazai calls him a dog, she’s not too far from the truth. Blindly protecting people around him is what Chuuya has always been doing. He’s not planning to stop, even though the person he’s protecting is the most annoying lanky mackerel in the world. 

“Whatever.” Chuuya looks around the safe house. It’s a decent one. As opposed to the ones they are used to, it’s pretty spacious, there’s a kitchenette, a working shower and even a TV, a luxury for a place that’s only used in extraordinary circumstances. “Wanna watch TV?” he asks, prodding Dazai’s foot with his.

“How fun.” Dazai rolls his eyes, but still, she gets up and grabs the remote control. “I’m choosing,” she says and brushes her unruly hair out of her eyes.

Chuuya nods and plops onto the couch. He doesn't really care what Dazai picks. He just needs some kind of background noise, as well as long-awaited peace and quiet. As long as he’s getting that, he’s content with whatever horrid TV show is gonna be on TV for the following few hours. 

Of course, as expected of Dazai, she opts for some bizarre obstacle course gameshow, bush as much as Chuuya hates to admit it, it’s really fucking fun to watch. Two cans of beer materialise out of nowhere and the evening gets somewhat tolerable despite throbbing pain in Chuuya’s chest where he got hit.

As he watches the show, Chuuya keeps seeing Dazai’s hand darting to her hair from the corner of his eye, brushing it out of her face and behind her ear, only for the unruly locks to fall back a few seconds later. 

“Wanna tie your hair?” Chuuya asks when Dazai fixes her hair for the millionth time. 

“Do I look like a person who owns a hair tie?”

“Uh. Yeah. You don't, actually.”

“Mind your business then,” she says and tucks her hair behind her ear, an uncharacteristic curse leaving her mouth when it falls on her face again.

“Ok, here,” Chuuya says, his hands acting faster than his brain, and rips off a strip of fabric from his t-shirt. It’s ruined, anyway. Won't hurt to make it into a makeshift hair tie for his slob of a partner. 

“It’s not gonna help,” she says, without ripping her eyes off the TV. “It’s still gonna be everywhere. It’s annoying.”

“Cut it, then.”

“Eh.”

“Or I can cut it for you.”

“Nah.”

This is so Dazai - being obviously uncomfortable but doing absolutely nothing to fix it. Sometimes he wonders what’s happening in her brain. Sometimes he’s too afraid to know. 

“I have an idea,” Chuuya says. “I can braid it.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Didn't know you were an undercover barber. Then why is your hair so shi-”

“I don’t fucking know how to do it!” he snaps, regretting he offered it in the first place. “I’ll follow a fucking Youtube tutorial. Or whatever.”

For a few seconds, it’s silent. 

“Ok,” Dazai says. “Fine. It’s gonna be hilarious. I just know it. Go ahead, Chuuya. Unleash your inner stylist. Try not to rip my head off, though.”

It’s gonna be hard not to, Chuuya thinks and opens the first braiding tutorial that pops up. It’s the most basic braid. He just can’t fuck it up, right? 

Needless to say, the third time he has to start again, Dazai is laughing and shaking so hard, Chuuya feels like her hair strands are reigns and Dazai is a particularly insufferable pony on crack. 

“I need a fucking hairbrush! Don’t you have a hairbrush?!”

“What do you think, Chuuya? Does it look like I have a hairbrush?”

In a way, Chuuya is glad there’s no hairbrush, otherwise, it might have become a murder weapon. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Stop fucking moving, shitty Dazai. I can do it. Give me a minute.”

“Of course, you can,” she says in the sweetest voice which makes Chuuya want to smack her. At least she stops moving.

“Maybe you should practice on yourself.”

“My hair is too short for braids if you haven't noticed, you blind mole.”

“Maybe you should grow it out. Like a mullet.”

“A mullet my ass,” he hisses through his teeth, trying his best to focus on crossing the hair sections in the right order. A fucking mullet. Never in his life. He’d just look like a moron. 

Finally, the braid is ready, and, feeling content and accomplished, Chuuya ties it with the strip of fabric he’s been holding between his teeth. 

He looks at the finished work. 

He swallows. 

It looks fucking horrendous.

“Uh,” he says, scratching his head. 

“What?”

“Uh. Nothing. Wanna see it?”

Instead of an answer, Dazai hands Chuuya her phone and he snaps a quick pic of that abomination of a braid. 

He mentally braces for another taunt (or probably a lifetime of taunts), when Dazai finally speaks.

“I love it.”

Chuuya blinks. 

“Thank you,” she says and moves to her seat on the couch, eyes fixed on the screen, a light blush gracing her cheeks.

“Uh. No problem,” Chuuya says, taking a sip of his beer. 

When they go back to the Port Mafia headquarters the next day, Dazai is still brandishing her ridiculously crooked braid. 

She still has it the day after. 

And the following day as well, even though it has gotten way too messy. 

Dazai still seems to like it. Chuuya likes it, too - although Dazai doesn’t have to know about it. 

“Wanna braid my hair?” she asks him the following day, handing him the strip of the ripped t-shirt, her hair messy and unruly. 

“Sure,” Chuuya says, opening the tutorial again. 

Hairdressing might have just become his new passion.  

Thank you for reading! Check out this lovely femzai art by Aimi on twt! I'm in love <3

[catgirl-catboy]

Anyway, reasons why Toko Fukawa and Genocide Jack are bad characters, aside from the fact they play into a lot of DID stereotypes (and doesn't do anything cool with them either): (Disclaimer: its totally okay to like a badly written character. In fact, I wish I liked these two, y'all seem like you're having a lot of fun ^-^

A lot of Toko's character development happens offscreen, and isn't relevant to the plot. Why does she change between THH and UDG? How does she feel about Togami revealing her worst secret to everyone? Shrug.

They aren't particularly useful in trials. At no point is there this super important clue that only Toko could have found. Jack has more moments of glory than her, which is a problem since its Toko fronting in most trials. And even Jack is underutilized, being used as mostly a comedic relief. Not every character in Danganronpa has to be useful in trials, but it feels like missed potential.

She doesn't fill her role as the Game's secondary antagonist. Despite her goal in life right now is to get in Togami's good graces, she rarely goes out of her way to help him, and only verbally simps. She's designed to be a supporting character for him, but she never actually supports anyone.

Speaking of which, a lot of the time she IS relevant to the plot, it doesn't have to be her specifically. Chapter 2 I'll give Kodaka, but chapter 4? Nah, Hiro probably only wrote her name down because its the shortest. Chapter 5? Anybody could have gotten flung by the bomb.

A lot of her characterization in UDG contradicts her characterization in THH? Toko and Jack share emotions? Even when Jack is overly friendly with the THH cast while Toko is scared of them? Are you *sure*?

Speaking of Jack, the fact that she knew the game's main twist makes the characters, specifically Kyoko, look stupid by comparison, for easy exposition and shock value. There's never a good reason given other than "Syo doesn't front enough for it to come up" which seems like weak writing. I know Syo and Toko don't get along, but this seems like key information for them not to try and discuss with each other. (through notes, or whatever their preferred form of communication is.) it also seems weird that Syo wouldn't tell Byakuya this information.

This one is more subjective than the others, but I feel like having a serial killer played for comedy lessens the emotional impact of some of the murders. This can work under the right circumstances, but I felt like it really hurt the tone of some of the trials.

Genocide Jack's murder spree creates moral ambiguity in Toko's character that is never addressed. Not saying moral ambiguity is a bad thing, but it personally bugs me that nobody seems to care that Toko knew about Jack pre-canon, and never went to authorities about that. She did very little to stop Jack. This wouldn't be a bad thing for a morally grey character, but Toko isn't written like that, you know.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Nah i'll happily be Darius' golden niece, like imagine this, you used to be a tomboy rough and tumble kid that prob ate dirt. Buf after your parents sent you to love with Uncle Darius you came back all preppy and obedient, you wore noth8ng my skirts and dresses, and when it seened like you enjoyed being a wife to Uncle Darius, no natter how he treated you

This is one of the concepts I had in my head when first creating Darius. And then as soon as he was created, he stopped listening to what I want for him and became the ultimate garbage man, here to hate and fuck. Sometimes at the same time.

But Darius would walk a fine line between encouraging femininity and wanting to keep your tomboy-ishness at the same time. Because he loves going camping, he loves going fishing, and having you come along to keep him company during his trips is great. He'd much rather have you preparing the fought he caught and cooking it for him than having to do it himself. He'd much rather have you on top of him, riding him till your legs can't go anymore than use his hand.

It's safer too, to have you with him rather than leaving you at home. You could get any stupid idea in your head if you're left alone for a weekend. Like leaving. Or cheating on him like she did.

So he encourages some aspects of the tomboyishness to stay, but definitely wants you to fill an effeminate role and bend to his will whenever he wishes.

In the case of his darling niece? As soon as your parents voice that you're becoming a brat, that you're unpleasant to have in the home, he offers to take you on as his ward and wip you into shape. He's had his eye on you recently, and with the threat of you leaving town to go to uni, he's worried he'll never have his chance. But your father allows you to move in with Darius for the summer, and he feels a sense of victory in his chest.

You move in expecting it to be fun times, because its uncle Darius! He always takes you out to do fun things! He's your favourite family member. Your hopes and dreams are dashed when he demands you only wear skirts and dresses. When he makes you cook his meals, keep his house clean and greet him back from work with a kiss on his cheek.

It's annoying, but it doesn't raise alarm bells until he tells you that you're not allowed underwear anymore. Your future husband should have easy access to what he needs from you, and your panties are a barrier. You need to get used to not having them.

You're not allowed a phone, and he takes his with him when he leaves, so you can't call your parents and complain that he's being creepy. Darius' computer has a password on it that you can't guess, so that's out of the equation. The neighbours won't even look at you, and they live far away. You're alone. Alone with a monster that you used to respect.

And you feel disgusted in yourself. Because it's nice. The way he pulls you into his lap when watching TV. The way he plays with your hair and places small kisses on your cheeks. He's a handsome man. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? If you just let him have his way? It would only be the two of you that would know.

Your parents come for a visit half way through your stay. You'd forgotten how much you hated them. How they belittle you and comment on your insecurities. But Darius stands up for you. He comments on how polite you've been, how wonderful the meal you've made is. How disrespectful your parents are to comment on one hair out of place when you've been rushing about to make things perfect.

He makes them leave early. Pulls you into his lap again as you cry and let out how you hate them, how you do everything you can to make them proud but they only ever care about how you look.

That's when things go further than they have before. When he kisses you, whispering how you look perfect to him. About how he's going to take you on a trip as a reward for being so good. You'll get to wear your pants for the trip. You'll get to get dirty and run around like a wild animal. It's a treat, afterall.

You let his hand trail up your thigh. You let it come between your legs and tease you. You whimper when he pulls it away to undo his fly. You nearly scream when he pulls you onto his cock, the thickness of it too much for the little preparation you've had. But you let him do what he wants. Because he's the only one that has been kind to you. And you love him. You love all of this - the attention he pays to you, the praise, the lack of invasiveness.

Darius never burst into your room to inspect it. He never cornered you, forcing you to tell him why you looked sad. Yes, he spanked you when you talked back, but you deserved it then. You... liked it.

You don't care that he's your uncle. Maybe you did once, but not anymore. You only care about how good it feels to be loved genuinely for once. So you bury your face into his neck as he bounces you up and down, taking in the scent of him. That deep, rich scent that has hints of pine.

This is where you belong. You don't have to try so hard to just exist in peace here. You can just relax. Follow orders. Let your dear uncle use your pussy when he needs to. You like when he does that. You like when he fills you up and makes you wobble around the house on shaky legs after.

You feel pretty. You feel smart. You feel all of those things your parents told you that you weren't. And it's all because of uncle Darius.

When summer is over and your parents demand to see you again, they still have something to say. But you don't care this time. Because you're officially moving out, into uncle Darius' home. You don't have to see them apart from on holidays.

There's a moment when you're leaving when your skirt gets caught on something and you end up flashing the room a tiny bit before you catch yourself. Your mother was looking away, but your father saw. There was a look exchanged right then and there, between him and Darius. A hint of recognition in your father's eyes about what has been happening. A look challenging him to say anything from Darius.

And he doesn't. Because your father, Marcus Radner, has always idolised his big brother. He's always made excuses for his behaviour. He's always let him choose what's right or wrong. Even if it disgusts him.

When you leave, you catch your father looking upset. It's not the same anger you see in your mother's eyes. It's a man truly torn internally. But it's too late. Because you've made your decision. You're happy now.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

I see smut prompts 👀 I will 100% understand if you don't want to do this one but honestly I think Luka should be like Marvelous but with the gorls so Luka and anyone else you wish

Hon, I need you to understand that you have the biggest brain on Earth. You'll have to accept my apology, because this is not smut in the least, but in my defense I thought of something very funny. It took all of my self-control to keep from titling this story "is ntr feminist?"

"Mm. So do you like being a treasure hunter?"

"I wouldn't call myself a treasure hunter, that implies I do it for profit. I'm a Precious recovery specialist."

Luka raises an eyebrow, leaning on the bar with her chin in her hand. "Ok, sure, recovery specialist, is it fun?"

Sakura looks thoughtful for a moment and then says, "I enjoy my work, yes. Why?"

--

Something is happening over at the bar. Marvelous can't quite tell what yet, but whatever it is, it's definitely entertaining. Luka goes on a charm offensive once in a comet's orbit, and seeing her pull out all the stops for Bouken Pink of all people is fascinating.

At the bar, Luka leans forward and rests her fingertips on Sakura's wrist, just above the band of her changer, and at Marvelous' elbow, Akashi makes a faint distressed noise before gritting out, "I'm glad they're getting along."

Eiji pats him on the arm. "So she hasn't forgiven you yet."

"I'm not entirely clear on what she's angry about, so no."

Marvelous eyes Akashi. "You and Pink are actually together?"

"I thought we were."

--

Luka's eyes light up. "Oh, so you're a rich girl."

"Despite myself, yes." Sakura tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, sips her drink. "Does that bother you?"

"Nah, I like rich girls. I thought you were a special ops type before you went into...recovery work, though."

"I like to have useful ways to spend my time. Staying at the family home and sitting on my hands never struck me as especially productive."

"Fair enough." A slow sip of golden brandy, and then Luka grins again, eyes flicking to one side briefly to take in their audience. "So what about special ops? You like that? Get any interesting scars out of it?"

Sakura's eyebrows shoot up. "So you're the kind of girl who's interested in scars."

"If they're cool, yeah."

--

Eiji's hand, Marvelous is fascinated to note, is still resting on Akashi's forearm, with the casual possessiveness that Marvelous has seen other people direct at their wallets, jewelry, and expensive firearms. He doesn't seemed bothered by the flirtation happening over at the bar--or at least, he hasn't been. Now he's sort of choking a little, and Marvelous turns to see that Sakura has grabbed Luka's chin and is inspecting her face closely.

"Luka must really like your Pink," Joe says, as Souta is reaching out to clap Eiji's shoulder comfortingly, "I saw her cut a guy's hand off once for touching her face like that."

"She's very likeable, really, once you get past the intimidation factor." Souta flashes Joe a grin. "We've been working together for years, and I don't think I've ever met anyone else who's so."

Joe waits a long moment for an answer before prompting, "So?"

"So. So. Uh. So."

Joe follows his wide-eyed line of sight to--Luka, having freed herself, leaning in close to whisper in Sakura's ear.

--

"Sooo, do I actually get to kiss you, or did you just want to get Bouken Red's attention?"

"You know, at first I was just irritated with Akashi, but I'll admit that after such an interesting conversation I'm reconsidering my plans for the evening."

--

Masumi reaches over and pinches Souta on the ear, hard. "Snap out of it."

Souta does not snap out of it. He's too distracted.

Marvelous looks from the daisy chain of agonized Boukengers at their table over to Masumi. "You don't seem distracted by the ladies at all."

"I'm gay." Masumi shrugs and drains half of his soda in one long sip. "Like, Sakura's a hell of a woman, if she asked I wouldn't say no, but mostly that's curiosity."

Nearby, Natsuki looks up from where she and Ahim are roundly beating Doc and Gai in pool and beams. "They do look nice together, don't they?"

Muted sounds of agony from Akashi, Eiji, and Souta. Gai just nods. "Yeah, it's nice seeing Luka really click with someone."

--

"Hm. What kind of plans did you have for the rest of the evening?"

Luka smiles a tiny, pleased smile. "I think that's for us to know and them to wonder about, don't you?"

--

"She is a bit abrasive usually, isn't she?" Ahim lines up her cue, shoots, and sinks two balls at once. "I wonder where they're going--oh, dear, are the gentlemen all right?"

"They'll be fine." Marvelous slings one arm around Akashi's back and the other around Eiji's, resting his chin comfortably on Akashi's shoulder. "I figure it's a learning experience."

[valeskakingdom]

Second time is the charm (part46)

"You know what I've always affected about you, doll?" Jerome smirked at Scarlet while playing with his knife a little. Since Scarlet wasn't the same anymore, he treated her like one of his victims shortly before he killed them. He wouldn't kill her, of course, but let's say he wanted to have some hella fun with her before he was trying to get the actual Scarlet back "You never bored me. Your mastermind when making plans impressed me. I gave you ideas and you created a perfect plan for it"

Scarlet said nothing, she just stared at him for a while. All the things he was talking about, she didn't remember at all. Did she create plans to kill people? Did she kill them even afterward? What was the inspiration to kill people even? Killing people was cruel, it was a horrible crime! What would have led her to kill someone?

"You were a bitch sometimes, especially in bed.  You had the urge to tease me all the time, I'm honest with you, I sometimes wished to ram a knife through your heart. But," Jerome chuckled "You had the talent to turn my head that something in me tells me, living without you won't be the same"

"That's uhm...very charming, I guess," Scarlet gulped and dared to look at Jerome for a moment "I seemed to...uh...impress you with my behavior" Clearly, you could see, she was still scared to talk to him. Even though he oddly made her compliments and didn't give her a feeling of being in danger - but his general behavior remained strange. He was so aggressive but at the same time so soft. It was like he couldn't decide how to behave correctly toward her. There were moments where he treated her like his next victim, and other moments he treated her like his girlfriend.

"It was not only your behavior, but doll" Jerome also faced her and stopped playing with his knife "It was your whole appearance. You stood in front of me like a true queen. This pride, this...narcissistic attitude towards others, it was impressing me, no even challenging me"

"Challenging?" Scarlet frowned in confusion "I-I don't understand. Uhm...why did you uh...date me when I was the challenge you wanted to uh...uhm...beat?"

"Aw, ya know, an authority like you sometimes makes a man question who's the rooster in the yard - I surely needed to prove that wrong." Jerome smirked "But I also knew I could make use of you. You were perfect as my doll, my right hand when making plans and spreading chaos over the whole city"

"So... you never loved the 'old' me" Scarlet figured out. She wasn't sad about it since she didn't remember a thing of her oh-so-violent past. She wouldn't be sorry for losing Jerome either. He was scary and odd. His behavior was just weird. And she was happy with him? No way! What has changed her so much? As far as she could remember, she's been always a decent, shy, and calm girl. What would she want with a ruffian like him?

"Darling, what I've felt for you was way beyond love, hate, and affection," Jerome told her "What we had was unique. Our bond was stronger than gravity, it was practically infrangible. You could compare us with 2 cerebral hemispheres: one couldn't work out without the other. We were a team like Bonnie and Clyde - my addiction to you resembled an incurable drug addiction. Being apart from you didn't feel right, even death without you felt wrong." Jerome sighed "You messed with my head a lot"

"That's what love sounds like, actually," Scarlet dared to say but she muted immediately when she just saw Jerome's crazy look at her. You could read his thoughts through his facial expression: love? She thought he was in love with her? Pfft! Love was something he could never express! He lost this function a long time ago - if he ever had this function.

"I don't feel something like love, desire," Jerome bent down to her "I don't feel attraction either, it's just you that drives me crazy - well the old you. The current you is...nah, it doesn't fit with you." This sentence scared Scarlet a lot. As she knew from every horror this meant nothing good, most of the time it meant the criminal would kill the victim sooner or later.

"O-oh, I-I see..." Scarlet stammered, her breathing became faster when she saw Jerome walking around her with his knife. He held it as if he was about to stab her, his gaze wandering down her body as if he was searching for the perfect point to stab. It went shivers down her when she saw this pierced gaze on her face first, which then slowly wandered down her breasts down to her stomach. The whole the scene resembled a satanic sacrifice. Jerome was the satanic psycho and Scarlet was the victim. It was just a matter of time until he made the final stab.

"Usually, I would simply kill you. I would enjoy your screams and cries when I stab you with my knife, I would laugh at every moment you'd try to make to escape this living hell - but you know, I can't kill you," Jerome leaned his face close to hers "I can't kill you because I can't do this to you. There's a barrier in my head that won't let me. But seeing you in her body - it's freaking me out! This is not you! This is not the person that belongs to this body!" He was talking himself into a rage. He became louder and more aggressive, he fidgeted with his knife as if he was about to stab someone.

Scarlet said nothing to this, she knew whatever she said would be wrong and eventually she'd end up dead. One wrong word and Jerome would explode, he wouldn't be able to control the aggression and anger he currently felt for this situation, and he wouldn't be able to control his actions either. He would be like a thunderstorm, causing havoc, no one could stop him, and no one could calm him down. He would destroy, he would kill, and he would cause chaos.

"I mean," Jerome gave her one of his dark grins "I could form you back to the old Scarlet. I could force you to kill people, I could try to make you aggressive over and over again, I could make you hate everyone - even me! I could erase every single feeling in your body up to the point where your body just functions and nothing else," He chuckled "But don't worry Scarlet, this would be too exhausting for me. But I know something better," He walked up to this certain device that even made all that mess "You see this, darling? This will bring the actual Scarlet back to me"

Scarlet's breathing hitched instantly, she knew this device: it was used for electronic therapy, for people with psychoses and heavy depression - or when they were called 'crazy'. By hearsay, people commented using this device on them was contingent upon an indescribable pain you didn't want to feel. This pain made you wish to die. This pain made you feel numb and knocked you out completely. This pain was stronger than everything, you couldn't control your body anymore - the pain and the electroshocks did. They made you cramp, they made every muscle twitch, and you could barely breathe. Through cramps and pain you congealed into a living statue. You couldn't move, your barely breathing were enough to survive, you couldn't talk, you couldn't do anything - and this would be a perfect moment for people like Jerome to use you, abuse you, or even kill you.

"Don't be scared, lil one," Jerome chuckled darkly and grabbed the electrodes, placing them on her head "It will just hurt a little" And when he put the device on, Scarlet started to scream.

Her thoughts were predicted. She felt this unbearable pain that she screamed so loud her voice almost disappeared, her body was uncontrollably trembling and twitching through all the electroshocks. She wanted to cry but she couldn't somehow. There was this pressured feeling in her chest wandering up to her head that made her feel numb. She couldn't move, normal breathing was torture for her, her lungs already started to hurt and burn because it was like she was about to suffocate - within minutes her lungs would collapse, that was for sure.

For Jerome, this scene was filled with pleasure, lust, joy, and excitement. He didn't even think about the eventual consequences that his precious Scarlet wouldn't wake up - oh no - he was assured that this attempt would work to get the old Scarlet back he wanted. He was so sure his plan would work, he knew nothing could stop him, and he apparently knew what to do.

"That's good my dear," Jerome chuckled "Scream and cry, that's what I love to see most on my victims," He put the electrodes away from her head when he noticed she felt unconscious "And now it's time for you to come back don't you think? C'mon doll, show me a smile"

But nothing happened.

He was back at the beginning, on level 0. Scarlet wasn't moving, she was barely breathing, and she was barely alive! There was no eyelid moving, no finger, no nose wrinkling - nothing. She was a living corpse, like a coma patient. Eventually, she would realize what was going on, and eventually, she would hear what Jerome would tell her if he spoke to her -but how high was the chance she'd ever come back to him? She indeed came back to him but it was the false version of Scarlet. Jerome didn't want a shy and innocent girl that would resemble every one of his female victims when they were standing beside him. He needed someone with power and ambition, without remorse or any feelings. He needed a killer machine, someone who would do several criminal actions without overthinking. He needed someone who was as special as him: equal cleverness, craziness, strength, creativity, this person should be capable of making master plans, they should react perfectly to every situation whether it was critical, risky, or else - and this perfect person was his old precious Scarlet, but she was gone thanks to him. Jerome was furious, nothing was working right, and everything was against him.

"Damnit!" Jerome yelled, slamming his fists on the table "I'm not done with you, yet, doll, because I will bring you back, even if it takes me the whole day!" He grumbled in anger "I will bring you back, you hear me? I won't give up on you so easily, you won't leave me here alone. At least, we need to make things up since you know, I've been dead" And again he brought the electrodes on her head and turned the device on.

And again, her extremities were cramping, her muscles were twitching, but this time there was no screaming and crying, no begging and whining - Scarlet remained quiet. She didn't move, she didn't breathe, there was nothing. It was like Jerome missed his chance with her. He missed his new chance with living with her, making plans with her, scaring people together, killing them even, and having a glorious time with her when they both see Gotham would end up in chaos. He missed his chance with her to be king and queen of Gotham's underworld.

"For fucks sake wake up!" Jerome almost screamed as he slapped her through the face with all his strength. The sound of his slap on her face expressed all his fury, despair and maybe even sadness in this situation. He wanted her to wake up, what was so hard on it? She just needed to give him a sign like a moving finger or a little breath!

"You challenge me, doll, don't you?" Jerome climbed on the table once and his face hovered right above hers "You exactly know how to drive me nuts, don't you? You love to see me being desperate and not knowing what to do. You just enjoy the fact that I don't have a solution for everything, right? I know you're awake, I know you hear me," He leaned closer to her face, squishing her face "You're just playing with me. You did it all the time. Being the shy anxious girl...that was no fault of mine, it was one of your tricks! You wanted to test me! You wanted to see how I react! Right?!"

He waited a few seconds for an eventual respond - but again there was nothing. No sound, no humming, no breathing.

"Fuck!" Jerome screamed slamming his fists on the table angrily "You really wanna know it, don't you?! You just wanna see what I'm capable of without you! You probably think I'm nothing! You think I'm weak! But you know what," Jerome climbed down, walking back to the device "You're wrong, I'm not weak, " he grabbed the electrodes one last time "You forgot who I am. I am Jerome. I am more powerful than all of the people you know together. A silly girl like you won't make me smile in the face of diversity"

For one last time, the electroshocks wandered through her body, for one last time her body cramped, her muscles twitched, her extremities moved in every direction. The electroshock's power was so enormous that even the lights started to flicker. For Jerome though, it was nothing to enjoy. He almost gave up on the fact to bring Scarlet back to life - but he wanted it so badly. He knew he could do it. He could bring her to life. He was Jerome at least. He could do anything. He was powerful, he had a mastermind. He had done so many things, so much chaos - of course, he would find a solution to this problem, wouldn't he?

"And now, doll," Jerome put the electrodes away, cupping her face when he leaned down to her "It's showtime! Awake! Speak to me!" But again nothing happened "I said speak to me bitch!" And again he slapped her across the face - and as if it was a wonder, she started breathing.

"Hmm," She gave from her, over and over again as if she was about to wake up from a deep slumber. She was moving her head slightly from one side to another. She tried to move her extremities but since they were tied up, she couldn't.

"Yes!" Jerome cheered "HAHA! I knew it! You aren't dead!" He cupped her face one more time "Now come on, open your pretty eyes for me" And she did. Now they both were just staring at each other for a while, saying nothing. Jerome could barely believe it. She was alive, really alive! Now she just needed to be the good old Scarlet and everything was perfect! They would be reunited! They could do all the good old things again they did in the past!

"You're so quiet," Jerome wiped some strains from her face "You have nothing to say, doll? Not a hello, or wha-..."

"I just wonder where I am and why I'm lying on a table, being tied up by you Jerome," Scarlet kept staring at him. She remembered him too well. He was her partner, others would call him her boyfriend but their bond was way stronger than that. They were something indescribable, something only Jerome and her knew what they were "Usually I'm the one who ties my victims up when I wanna kill them, remember? Didn't know you're in charge this time" And this was the moment when Jerome knew he got his precious doll back. Finally!

"Oh, I know," Jerome smirked "But you know, I'm a fan of caveats when trying to revive you. It would have been a shame if you fell down the table, wouldn't it? We don't want you to get hurt, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Scarlet frowned in confusion, she couldn't remember a thing of what happened. Reviving? Her? Was she dead? Was this what dead feels like? Emptiness? Cold? Emotionlessness? “And now fucking untie me! I don't wanna feel like one of your victims!”

“Right, doll,” Jerome started to untie her immediately “You probably don't remember a thing because you were dead. Your head might be a little fuzzy now but soon this feeling will vanish, I promise,” Jerome chuckled “Yeah, Lil Andy was a better gunman than we both thought, but more: he had the guts to shoot at you! I was surprised, shocked even! You told me he was a coward when you provoked him to shoot at you... It was exciting to watch! But it all brings its good and bad sides. We killed Andy but you were dying, too, so I had to revive you”

“Andy,” Scarlet rubbed her wrists when she was finally untied and started thinking. She heard of that guy. She knew the name. But who was he? And why did she provoke him to kill her? Was she mad at him? Or did she just play with him? “Who was that again?”

“He was your little fuck toy during the time I was dead, remember?” Jerome grinned devilishly with a pinch of jealousy and anger when he thought back about all the things they'd eventually done together “You seemed to have a lot of fun with him after all”

“Okay,” Scarlet scratched her head thinking as she sat up “I just remember walking in the dark and hearing some gunshots...and then everything went black. I don't remember anything else... what happened to him?”

“Oh, you know, after we found him, you made fun of him he wouldn't dare to kill you - well, you were wrong, he dared. That's why you now have a little stitched wound on your stomach,” That was the moment when Scarlet pulled her shirt up, seeing the mess of a stitched wound Jerome had made. It looked horrible: so irregular, partly premature, it looked like some idiot tried to let it all out on her “I know it's not my best work, but at least you're alive!” Jerome chuckled “That's what I can't say about Andy. You shot him, too, right in the nuts! Hehe, and I did the rest. I shot him in the face a few times. His face was hella deformed!”

“I see,” Scarlet nodded, trying to get off the table but suddenly a sharp pain went through her stomach that she couldn't move. She cramped instantly, this pain was unbearable. It was like thousands of knives were stabbed into her stomach over and over again “Fuck! Didn't expect it would hurt that much”

“Slow down, doll, otherwise the threads wrench, ”Jerome placed his hands on her shoulders so that she wouldn't keep trying to get up “But don't worry, I'll make sure you recover fast because I already have some plans for how we could restart as king and queen of Gotham City and believe me it'll be worth it”

[one-coming-is-enough]

Asking you instead of Her cause you're nicer, cooler, and don't ask for whales. Is the universe and our existence just a paracosm courtesy of your mother, or do we exist as individual beings? And if so, what does individuality even really mean? I mean. You must have some answer, right? A little one?

Also here have some fish 🐟🐠🎣🍣

Paracosm? Ooh, an imaginary world. Like Narnia. I spent a little time as a lion there. That wasn't as much fun as you would think; I didn't have any thumbs, everything went blurry and weird and paper-ish when the author wasn't directly writing about me, and I died unpleasantly again.

The idea that this world is just a thought in the mind of a Creator isn't a totally new one, but the idea that the Universe itself is the mind of the Creator and we're all just part of it is actually pretty new.

But the way a lot of people implement this concept comes around to this very solipsistic idea that if you're just a part of the mind of the Creator, everything is part of that mind, so you should be able to think your way towards the life you want, and the only thing stopping you from having lots of money and your ideal boyfriend is your attitude.

Which ain't how it works. But the place that idea comes from, New Thought, turned very easily into the Prosperity Gospel, which is some total bullshit about how I want My followers to be rich and reward the pious with wealth. Which is exactly the opposite of what I'm about.

Anyway, I don't think you're about to go around trying to imagine yourself as Barbie just based on this question, but it's just something to keep in mind. When someone introduces a new idea to you that sounds like it'd be really cool and improve your life if you adopted it, consider who might want you to give them money for it.

To actually answer your question, I don't think that we're all just a thought in My Mother's mind. I know the Buddhists and Hindus believe something like this, but they have an entirely different cosmology and worldview that doesn't apply to Me or My followers. At least, I'm pretty sure that's how it works; I've never found any Vikings in Heaven or Our Hell, so I assume they're in Valhalla where they're supposed to be. (If any demons know different, LMK.)

So much of the canon of Jewish and Christian thought (I know less about Islam, but that's just because I got very busy) focuses on the problem of separation from the Divine. The question of why the material world exists beyond Heaven, humans are not all in Heaven with Mother eternally, why they had to leave Gan Eden, why She stopped talking to this or that Patriarch, why She stopped talking to people in general... And how humans can hope to catch even a glimpse of a fraction of Her majesty before death.

Not to mention all the time and effort She spends trying to get humans to either sin or not sin, depending on whether She's in the mood for Mercy or Severity.

Nah. If we were all just a thought in Her mind or a world in Her dreams, She wouldn't have all this mishegoss with sin and Free Will going on.

Enjoy being human! I don't know if there's any real individuality before your life, and I can't say there is much after -- at least not the way Heaven is run. You get the same flavor stardust milkshake and the same Julie Andrews movies on a loop as everyone else unless you manage to make it up into the VIP lounge with me and my homies.

But while you're still on Earth, you're as much of an individual as anything can be in this universe.

[weregreatatcrime]

I'm sick and rereading Two Halves and I know I leave a lot (A LOT) of stuff in the end notes but there's actually lots of stuff I still never mention or talk about so here's a long sick (no longer at 4am) ramble about things I didn't get the chance to talk about but wanted to (in somewhat of an order reminded by rereading) or at least just some lines I particularly enjoyed

Chapter 3 Commentrary while I drink tea and try to remind my brain it belongs in my body

The fact that this is still early Leo so "sneaking out by himself" is JUST his way of going out to destress and not. Doing crazy shit shfbsjfhr

I actually really like Leo but he's also like. My LEAST favorite? And by that I mean I'm not INCREDIBLY obsessed with him like I am the others, so like, it confuses me why it's so easy and comforting to write him. The only one easier to write for me is Donnie

The boys make going topside stressful for him is2g, but also, Leo learn to stress a little less. Let your brothers break a few bones and sprain a few ankles so they learn to not be idiots while jumping rooftops (this is bad advice do not listen to me)

Unstated but it was very hard for Karai to not throw a knife at Leo to get his attention. He was just running, out by himself, all alone, and didn't notice the ninja stalking him?? Ohhhhh the temptation to REALLY fuck with him

Karai crouching over the edge of the building "being up high" to comfort herself during this scene. Intentionally turning her back to him was stressful

“What, a girl can’t stop by for a talk with her little brother?” <- A line she doesn't believe at ALL. Even if she WERE Miwa, she doesn't understand the father/son relationship with the Hamatos, and mostly thinks they're just students who take the family theme way too serious. She doesn't actually think the turtles will consider Miwa as their sister so much as a general younger family member they need to protect for Honor. Karai’s concept of family was ALREADY fucked up, being raised by the Shredder did Not help jfc

“But he raised and loved me this far. Hard to see it as anything else.” <- Even worse that she actually DOES believe this would be enough, if she really was Miwa. If she weren't a changeling sent to take his daughter's place

A lot of the scene with Leo and Karai is her just manipulating Leo, BUT it does provide a big big window into how Karai views her situation and how she would react if she WEREN'T a changeling. And it's AWFUL but cool

“Stabbing you is always on the table,” Karai grumbled, arms crossing. <- Be careful Leo that's VERY GENUINE (plus more of Karai covering herself up when she's stared at bcz she's twitchy (stabby))

I feel a lot of people say 2012 Splinter wouldn't steal and you're right! His moral code is too strong. However, survival is hard and lots of people learn real fast what good morals do you when you're at rock bottom. If it were just him I think he'd stick to them. But with four infant children to care for? Nah, he learned how flexible his morals can be when it's his children's life and welfare at risk.

Bless be this Leo for being young enough to not have had to really ask himself the really hard questions about his moral code just yet. Karai thinks it's stupid but funny. How naive can you be?? (Karai once again not understanding what life WITHOUT the hard decisions is like)

“You’re not evil, Karai.” Leo you're kinda wrong but you're not. She's not really evil but she delights in evil things..? Karai works on an entirely different morality code than good to evil, so, trying to put her as one or the other won't work, but she definitely does have solid traits from both sides of the coin

Karai ALREADY knows that if she just talks to Leonardo, it's fine. But his brothers will cause a scene and make her risk of being caught rise exponentially. She was riiiiight

Karai didn't know how to have fun without making it about training whoopsies honey your trauma is leaking through

I've already ranted enough about Karai thinking she Doesn't need the same things human children do (safety, security, empathy, kindness, etcetera) so I'm not gonna yell more but. Just. It hurts aha. Solid note that she also is aware Shredder definitely isn't providing all these necessary things

"Humans without those important social aspects developed poorly and functioned awfully later in life. Karai had none of that to give. She wasn’t even capable of expressing emotions like humans did." KARAI HONEY these things are CONNECTED they're not mutually exclusive oh my god

The turtles trying to pspsps this new mutant Punk Rock into being their friend and Karai just oblivious to it

Maybe I should write some of their interactions out as oneshots, from before they knew PR was Karai...

Not shown but the MOMENT Stockman realized Karai hated the Shredder’s methods as much as him, they both started BITCHING hardcore about how illogical his management skills were

Stockman: So when I leave, if we're doing a big rush exit, can I blow up the lab?

Karai: ...you know, you're not so bad for a human

As much as Shredder did overreact, it IS a huge fucking deal that a civilian with no espionage skill or training managed to escape a highly secure ninja compound and leave no traces. People would've been fired best case scenario. Karai is so proud of herself for her scheming lol

[msookyspooky]

STOP EVERYTHING.

CONCEPT; vampire hunter s.o with SEVEREN

CAN I GET A FUCK YEAHHHHH

FUCK YEAH!!! 😲😍

I've thought of this before like other than sunlight and explosions; we have no idea about other weaknesses!!

*I'm ranting bc ur speaking a language that scratches my hyperfixating brain. *

We know they can eat food and most likely like the Lost Boys; garlic doesn't hurt them.

(As badass as they are it would be lame as FUCK. Can you imagine throwing garlic cloves at them and them screaming in pain vs a hail of bullets not effecting them? Nah. Besides, Severen mentioned Pizza in comparison to Sarah. They've probably ate pizza and pizza usually has garlic and they lived. I refuse to think garlic hurts them.)

We know silver doesn't affect them bc Severen wears silver rings. Even if they're just silver plated, it's still silver.

I highly doubt a stake to the heart would take them out. I mean, they play Russian Roulette for fun. They get shot even in the chest and don't seem to give a shit. Severen got hit by a speeding semi and did not care. If a strike to the heart could take you out...Wouldn't you be more cautious?

Jesse got shot in the sternum. It could have hit a lung but that's pretty damn close to the heart by the looks of it. Actually, it looks like a clean shot to the heart...And he's still standing.

It wouldn't shock me if they can regenerate limbs even. I mean, Jesse hacked up a bullet because his body expelled it and healed almost instantly. So who knows what limits they have!

So who's to say they can't regrow an arm or leg? And I think as long as their heart isnt completely destroyed (Like ripped out and crushed or something) then they'd be fine and a stake wouldn't work.

UPDATE!! @turquoisebolotie pointed at while staying at the godspeed motel Jesse has a fucking cross on his gun!! DB uses it but I think it's Jesse's since she seems to favor knives. Either way, crosses don't affect them so holy water or any other religious object most likely wouldn't either.

So basically fire and explosions aka their body being obliterated beyond repair, sunlight and maybe decapitation?

I can picture it now; the vampire hunter hunted down Severen. They played a cat and mouse game everynight and Severen probably didn't kill them bc he was having too much fun. Sexual tension galore!!! Eventually, the hunter calls a truce and Severen and them team up bc they want to hunt down a particular vampire that killed someone close to them. Severen agreed not only to be near them more cause he's crushing hard but won't admit it but he's curious as to see what they can do. The hunter agrees bc it's an edge to learn how to kill a vampire from a vampire but they're also majorly confused seeing the Hooker clan be like a family. Eventually they'll fall in love and either the hunter will become a vampire hunting down certain ones like Blade, die a human with just a fling with Sev or reject humanity and join the Hooker Clan permanently.

[napitali]

Kids are naturally designed for you to question youself in the matters of philosophy and meaning of mundanity.

So let me tell you a story

My little cousin was staying with me for the holidays and obviously I couldn't babysat her all the time, not to mention I'm not the best with kids, which unfortunately doesn't stop them from liking me for some reason- but that's besides the point.

Since she wasn't leaving my side from the morning to the night and I didn't want to stay up for another whole 24 hours to get some work done, I used the ultimate, revolutionary babysitting technique called "Yes, You Can Download Some Games On My Phone"

Let me tell you, it works remarkably well.

She's got my phone and I've taken my laptop - all is good. But you see, she's that kind of kid who loves to bury you under a pile of questions, so of course she eventually asks what I'm doing.

What I was doing, in fact, was writing a chapter for Calm After the Storm.

Don't get me wrong, normally I would, although awkwardly, start to ramble with all the love and affection this story is always getting from me, but at that time even my nerdy brain figured that excitedly talking about murder to a 6-year-old wouldn't be the greatest idea of mine.

So I go with "Just writing"

And bless her soul she asks "To whom?" instead of "about what?"

At that I, in a purely socially inept fashion, start overthinking and second guessing my life choices, because that's just my thing. I couldn't answer with "my readers". First of, it souned as if I was so full of myself when I rolled it around in my head lol; second - she assumed I was texting and if I've went with that answer she could view it as if I was some legitimate author and kids don't see those often (at least I haven't). Futher questioning would be inescapable and I was really not looking forward to having to say "I write books for adults".

My aunts and their romantic novel loving hearts would eat me alive.

"A friend" wasn't right as well. She would simply hit me with "Your boyfriend?". I would know, because for some reason, little girls these days are obsessed with boyfriends. Don't ask me why; at her age I was searching for a husband for my barbie not myself! But I digress. Anyway, being mocked for my single status by some little shit wasn't on my to-do-list either.

Sure, I could lie and say "It's an important business e-mail I need a vast levels of concentration and undisturbed attention for", but seriously? I can scam responsible adults, but little girls? What am I, a supervillain?

That's how my thought process had become dumb enough to consider "to myself" an excellent answer.

Curiously, my cousin didn't view it as such and went with "how does that even work!?" in the most scandalised voice I've ever heard. Lmao, it was hilarious. So I've teased her a little and we've gone back to our things.

But then she totally nuked me with a petulant "What's fun about writing to yourself?"

And I don't even know what my answer was because my whole head was like:

That's so deep!

Like, my inner philosopher has woken up from slumber and went You. Shall. Not. Pass. on the electrical signals stuck on my brain highway.

While now, I partially write for my readers - because, duh! when you share your stories you can't escape that mindset even if it's just a bit - it started by writing just because. In CAtS case I was writing it for a full year before posting it. I wasn't even considering it before. It happened only because I knew I had the tendency to eventually throw away the things I write and since I've fallen in love with that one I decided that "nah, I won't let you perish".

And now that I think about it, there's something freeing in writing? In my case it's something in the shape of Catharsis perhaps. I don't write my own feelings, my ideals or my own experiences (usually at least), but I always feel better afterwards.

It's like the expressionism but you don't express yourself. You go full analysis mode without even trying.

The next thing is the beauty of what you can come up with. That unexpected creativity, making something thrilling from the scratch and just looking at it blossom into a full-blown story, a whole plot that keeps even you - the author, awake at night. That unknown of "what will I fuck up this time?"

It's great because you can take your time to just sit and notice how great you are. How amazing your thinking is. And it sounds like I'm boosting my ego, which - okay, fair. But seriously, I suck at thinking in a day-to-day life, exactly when it matters, so having the comfort of knowing that "Hey, you. Yes, you. You came up with that. That blast of the story was written by you. This shit's your creation" is something I never knew I needed, but am glad I have it

[voxmortuus]

Silly Crush | POSSIBLE CHAPTER SERIES

Stu Macher x F!Reader

Scream FanFic

TW: Fluff, mild language, heated make-out session

Forgive my writing. It’s been a while.

GIF created by @2026

Late summer of 1996, just before school starts back up again. The summer fair had come to town, this year it decided to not skip town, the weather was perfect for it! Being the loner you usually steered clear of these things, but you had befriended Tatum and Sidney. It was nice to have friends that you could talk to, to trust, plus the added perks of Stu's flirtatious nature, though you could never bear to tell him that you had a crush on him, you'd be risking your friendship and likely look foolish, there was no way you thought that Stu would be into someone like you... I mean, after all, he was Stu Macher, he and Billy were kind of known around Woodsboro High.

Slipping into your favorite pair of black overalls, one strap off, and slipping on a black crop top and a pair of black LEI black platforms a touch of makeup, and braided your hair into long pigtails, and headed out. Tatum loved your outfit. "We'll meet the guys there, Stu had to do something." Tatum chirped while you hopped into her red Volkswagen bug and takes off down the road. "What did have to do?" You casually ask. "Something with Billy, said they'd show up after, some project they're working on." Sidney chimed in. "Yeah something stupid important." Tatum mocked. With a chuckle, you shake your head and watch out the window.

Getting out of the car after she parked it you three look around and decide to head to the benches waiting for the two boys to arrive. Tatum played with her gum and Sidney reading a book, you sat there, people watching, three unlikely friends, but so far so good, this was going to be good for you, real good, so you hoped, minus the odd guilt of crushing on Tatum's man. Letting out a soft breath, Stu and Billy approach from behind startling their better halves. Stu looks at you and gives you a sweet smile. "Hey Y/N. Glad you made it." It could be he was being nice, but the feeling behind his words was something more. You give a kind smile back and flush slightly. "Me too." Clearing your throat and with a side stare from Tatum and a smile from Sidney the girls hop up and look around.

Without any hesitation Tatum looks a Stu, "It's time for that big blue dog you promised me!" She grinned taking his hand and dragging him away. Sidney looked at Billy, "Ferris Wheel?" with a shrug and a nod. "Sure." Sidney looks at you. "You can come if you'd like." You shake your head and give a smile. "Nah, I'll be good, I'll be here. It's just nice to get out of the house." Sidney nods and pats your shoulder before she and Billy take off to the wheel while you sat there, alone, like always. "I knew this was a bad idea." you tell yourself before letting out a sigh and slump on the bench picking at your glitter nail polish and staring at the ground a bit.

After a few hours had passed Tatum started to feel sick, of course, that's what happens when one inhales two cotton candies and a thing of funnel cake and a corn dog and a diet soda. She looks at you. "Hey, I'm going to head home, thanks for coming with us, Stu is going to take you home if that's alright?" You look at her "Yeah, that's fine. Feel better." You tell her. "Billy, Sidney you ready?" she askes them almost feeling ignored you look down at the ground, your jaw clenches, Sidney touches your shoulder again and the three of them take off. Stu sits next to you and looks ahead of himself. "You know, she doesn't mean to be a bitch all the time." You look up and over at him and arch a brow. "She's not a bitch, just, set in her ways." With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "No need to be polite. She brought you here and ditched you. Personally Bitch move." He stated

Shaking your head you know how people like that can be, you slump a bit more. "Nothing like being a third wheel." you chuckle. "It's alright though, it was nice to get out of the house." you state with a soft voice and maybe some optimism. Looking at you he smiled. "How about I make up for it?" You quickly shake your head and smile. "You don't have to, there's nothing to make up for." Shaking his head again. "I don't think you understand. Let me make it up to you. I don't think I'm giving you much of a choice." Clearing your throat you look down and pick at your nails again and nod your head. "Okay Stu."

Standing up he takes your hand and your whole body gets warm, flushed, and nervous as he takes you to win you that blue dog he botched trying to get for Tatum. "Until I win the big blue one Merve." He tells the man behind the counter. "Anything for you Stu." He chuckles and hands him some baseballs. You watch as he looks at you. "I'm bad at this." He laughs throwing a few, "Not too bad." you reassure him. After a good five minutes, he wins you the large blue dog, smiling you bite your lip taking the dog. "Thank you," you tell the man and then at Stu. "And thank you. I have the perfect spot for him in my room." You beam a smile nuzzling into the dog a bit.

"Next stop!" He takes your hand and takes you to get something to eat. You blush a bit as he took it upon himself to order for you. Taking a seat a the picnic benches Stu looks at you and looks around. "There are a few more stops before we hit the big ending." He nodded to the Ferris wheel. Biting your lip and taking a bite of your burger you look at him and back at the end of the strip and let out a shaky breath. Nerves are going to get the better of you, you know this and grip the large paw of the dog and look at Stu. "Thank you, for all of this so far." He laughed. "Don't thank me until the end." He tells you.

Finishing food he takes you to the water guns, the ball toss and ends up winning you a goldfish, the thunderbolt, and last but not least, you two are standing in line for the Ferris Wheel, your stomach is turning, nerves, the Ferris wheel was a special ride. "We don't have to do this." You tell him. "Nonsense, we're going." He laughs taking your hand and getting into a cart and closes the door. Placing the dog and the bag with the goldfish on the bench across the way Stu decides to sit next to you with his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Taking in his cheap cologne your eyes close, feeling this odd sense of safety.

The ride takes off and you jump a little and he pulls you closer. "Heights make me uneasy." you tell him, looking down at you. "I'll protect you." He tells you with a cheeky grin and looks around. "Thank you for tonight, I'm glad I came." She smiled. "I'm glad you came too." A few times around the wheel stops, Looking around Stu chuckles. "Uhhh, bad news, we're going to be stuck here for a bit." Your eyes grow wide and you get closer to him and bite your lip harder. Stu holds you petting your head a bet and you look up. "Well I guess, we should talk... I need to distract myself. I'm a horrible friend Stu." You tell him.

With an arched brow, he looks at you, "How so?" you fidget and he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. "I've uhh, I've got this thing for someone, and this someone has someone, and this someone's someone had befriended me this summer and I feel like a bad friend for liking this someone." You state, "Vague... I'm sure Sidney would understand, everyone's got a thing for Billy." He moves away a little bit. Shaking your head you look up at him. "No Stu, I like you, and Tatum would have a cow if she found out." Stu looks at you. "You like me?" He asks you, nodding your head he chuckles and smiles. "I like you." He tells you.

With a nervous laugh, you lean into him and bite on your lip. He looks down at you, and tilts your head up, and presses his lips to yours, his hand resting on the side of your neck as you grip his shirt and press into the kiss a bit more. His tongue dances with yours as the kiss becomes a bit more heated, his hand moves from your neck to your breast gripping it in his hand as the other pulls you closer. He pulls you on top of him and you look over his face, moving your hips a bit and he lets off a soft groan, pulling you closer back into a kiss as his hands rest on your butt pulling you even closer, any closer and you'd melt into him. His hand slips under your shirt playing with the perky bit of flesh and the suppleness of your breast while your fingers play with his hairline.

Tongues dancing together he lifts his hips up into yours. Looking over his face. "We shouldn't do this here, not here, and it's too quick, and I... Stu..." Stu looks at you. "Yeah Y/N?" He askes with a smile. "Do you love Tatum?" You ask him. "I wouldn't call it love, she's annoying, needy, and overly clingy... I offered to take you home, I wanted to tell you I liked you, and was hoping that maybe you'd be my girl." He looked over your face. Hugging him you nuzzle into his neck. "Yes, absolutely. Tatum is going to shit." You chuckle shaking your head. "She will at first, but she'll find someone else to occupy her time." He smirked and places you next to him and fixed your shirt, taking care of you, holding you close.

The wheel starts moving again and when you two get off the wheel, he smiles taking your hand, and escorts you to his car where he then takes you home. "I'll come by tomorrow we'll go see a movie or something. After I tell Tatum see ya." He chuckled planting a kiss on your lips before you get out of the car and make your way inside with your dog and fish. Your mother looks at you. "Well well, looks like you had fun." You smirk big and nod. "Night mum. Love you." You kiss her cheek and rush upstairs. Putting the fish in a bowl and the dog on the foot of the bed you strip down into something comfortable grab your journal and being to write. "Dear Diary, Tonight, was the best night EVER!"

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@luciferslittleastre

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

(why-i-stopped-liking-rwby here lol)

Eyyyyy the Tournament AU stuff is back! :D

Branching off what that other person said, about graduate Hunters returning for the tournament, I imagine it might be fun of there were like, 'spectacle' matches between some of the student fights, where champions from across the years might return and get the chance to really go against each other, in ways that wouldn't have happened when either of them were in school (since they might not have been in similar years, and even if they were, they might not have ever faced each other in RNG fights - OR IF THEY WERE ON THE SAME TEAM BEFORE)

Like, the show never really established many former students outside Team STRQ and the Ace Ops, but just imagine if like, ten years in the future, if the war had never happened and if everyone had just been in school until they graduated

Imagine 27 year old Ruby Rose in a spectacle match, and RNG pitted her against Weiss lol, and it's the first time they've truly fought against each other (sparring for practice over the years doesn't count) and since they know each other so well they have to pull out ALL the stops in their efforts to win, and the match ends up being one of the most amazing and mind-melting match anyone in the stands has ever seen...

Until RNG pits 29 year old Pyrrha (secretly a maiden, not that she uses the powers lol) against nearing-fifty QROW, who's like "Ehhh? Who put my name in the damn roster?? I'm getting too old for this!!" But he's already walking out onto the field while Pyrrha (who, as a Maiden, has spent the past ten years working with him as part of the inner circle and - damn it she might be a bit of a protegee lol) just laughs a little like "Do you want me to go easy on you, then?" And Qrow's just like "Heh... Nah." And they basically like tear the arena to shreds before even getting a full scratch against each other, much to the delight of all spectators XD

And also, if Ruby and Qrow both won their matches, they might END UP FACING EACH OTHER AS FINALISTS which is a real treat too lol

(Heyyyy @why-i-stopped-liking-rwby !!!!!))

I was so happy to get that ask about the Vytal tournament! I love seeing people either going through old posts or just thinking about them and being excited about a specific element and wanting to talk about it or share ideas about it (hint hint nudge nudge to anyone reading this and thinking about old posts lolz) it’s just fun to reexplore old ideas since maybe their is new inspiration or ideas or whatever to make it more fun!

Ohh OHHH I LOVE THAT!!!! Spectacle fights between former students who couldn’t ever fight each other for whatever reason? FUCKING AWESOME!!! Can I take it a step even further and maybe have the headmasters face each other off on certain years as more of a playful rivalry thing? That would be pretty epic I think!

But back to the meat of the ask yea we don’t really see graduates in the show which is odd and odder at least to me still is the fact that we don’t see any teams really. Why is their this big emphasis on teams of 4 when it seems huntresses and hunters seem to normally operate alone after they graduate? Something to bring old teams back together for a fun tournament just seems like a great way to further flesh out the world and the schools and give them a deeper history then just the current students.

Oh gosh I love aus involving a world without a war they just sound really fun. Ohhh I love those pair offs that just sounds like some pretty epic fights!!!!!! Of course is it bad a part of me kind of would love a James vs Qrow fight? That just sounds like it would be pretty epic to see how they would fight against opponents that use such radically different weapon types and how they would deal. And idk I have it in my head if they fought it would be the first and only tie to ever happen as they simultaneously kill each other’s auras and they cannot figure out who depleted the others first.

That year regardless would probably a year of fights that go down for the ages ESPECIALLY as you said if Ruby had to fight Qrow for the championship. Everyone would be watching with baited breath because family in general just doesn’t fight each other for various reasons so their is extra tension from that but Qrow and Ruby are having the time of their lives. It’s also more exciting because scythes are a rare weapon and seri two scythe wielders facing off? It would be a spectacular fight to watch just from how rare said fight would be to see period and knowing how talented both fighters are? People would never forget such a fight. I think it would be fun if once again the fight turns into a tie and Qrow jokes it’s his semblance it won’t let him officially win a fight ever.

Oh OH I’m thinking of more fun pairings but like seeing a fight with Glynda verses anyone really would be pretty epic but Glynda vs Winter could be fun as both rely on their magic but not magic semblances pretty heavily so seeing them fighting would be a pretty flashy and exciting one to watch. Ohh I know you mentioned Pyrrha vs Qrow but what about Qrow vs Maria? He would be completely star struck by someone he looked up to as a fighter and desperate to impress but also wondering if he could or even SHOULD beat such a legend.

It would be cool if their was a day devoted to these graduate mash ups it would be an amazing opportunity for students to watch professionals fight in a relatively safe environment and really learn how they would fight out in the world instead of a classroom setting.

Oh hell what if students are given an opportunity to fight graduates and get some hands on experience and teaching on different fighting techniques???

Gosh this is giving me so many fun ideas to explore I love this so much!!!!

[hotchscvm]

chapter one: a midsummer’s nightmare [dirty secrets]

Chapter summary: Her father’s death brings in two hunters into her life.

Series warnings: underage reader, consensual underage sex, explicit sexual content, underage drinking, language, violence, gore, angst, major character death, major age difference, size kink, unprotected sex

Chapter warnings: minor character death, implied attraction, language, decapitation, implied underage drinking

Word count: 4.8k

dirty secrets masterlist

"Don't you look ... depressed." you mumbled, taking a seat next to the spaced out, lacrosse co-captain. You poked your finger into his dimple, smiling when he broke out of his daze. The sand shifted under you, the dampness pulling at the ripped denim. "Why're you staring at the ocean like you lost the love of your life?"

Emmett chuckled, taking the cheap beer from your hand, swallowing it all before grinning at you. Your best friend from middle school that had to be dragged out of his sweats draped an arm around you. "I was trying to look mysterious. This bonfire is a bore, by the way."

"I know, last year seemed more fun, didn't it?" you agreed, laying your head on his shoulder, the muscles making it slightly uncomfortable. "How's the hand?"

"It's fine, don't worry. You said you had something to tell me, remember? What is it? Are you secretly in love with your bodyguard? The buffy one that keeps glaring at me?" Emmett joked, groaning when he felt your elbow hitting his ribs. "Ow!"

"These FBI agents came to the house today and asked a bunch of questions about my dad's old partner. They never said anything about what the guy did so I was wondering if you heard anything on the news? The guy's name is Andrew Daniels. I looked him up but nothing came up." you informed. "My dad was acting edgy."

Emmett raised an eyebrow, flinching when the water crept to his feet. "I haven't heard anything. What did the Feds ask you?"

"If I remembered anything about him basically. They were really hot, by the way. Especially the tall one, and his partner had the most beautiful green eyes--"

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it, they were hot." he interrupted, waving a hand to stop you from finishing the sentence. "Other from being interrogated by the Feds, did anything else happen?"

"Nah, I just watched my skin burn for the rest of the day, what about you?"

"Declan came home today, and we worked out. He kept asking about you, wondering if you were dating anyone. He's so fucking annoying. Did you really have to date my brother?" asked Emmett, playing with the solo cup before throwing it into the ocean.

The party behind you had started to die down after the first few hours, turning into a chill hangout around the large bonfire, while others wandered out into the dark ocean. The light from the tacky fairy lights and the burning fire was enough for everyone to see the major part of the beach without difficulties.

"My bad." you shrugged, noticing a movement from the corner of your eye. Glancing to your left, you saw two familiar faces, an eyebrow lifting. Green eyes in the dark met yours, and you quickly look away, mumbling under your breath. "Well, fuck me."

Emmett stiffened, looking in the direction you had, confused and wary. "What? What's going on?"

"Those are the agents I told you about," you said, biting your lip to hold back the smile. You had no reason to smile, especially if they were here but they made an impression, and the tuxes certainly helped.

"Dude, one of them is coming over. Stop smiling like you're the joker. I know you like them but chill." Emmett elbowed your ribs lightly, enough to knock the maniac smile off your face.

The sound of the ocean was loud enough to drown your whispers as Banner walked over. The suit had been replaced with a plaid flannel paired with a heavy, drab coat, and a pair of jeans that looked uncomfortable. With the confidence, he carried, he seemed, even more, intimidating out of his suit.

"Ms. Pierce?" Agent Banner checked, watching as you stood from your seat, his lips quirking into a smile.

Emmett stood with you, not missing the barely visible twinkle in your eyes. Fixing your denim shorts, you returned the smile. "Agent Banner. You don't have to call me Ms. Pierce. I mean, I told you my name for a reason."

He chuckled, goosebumps rising on your arm as he murmured your name. "Alright, well then, I'm Sam."

"Okay, Sam. Oh, um, this is my friend, Emmett." you motioned to the blond beside you, a smug smirk etched on his face despite his attempts to bite it back.

"I was going to get more ... water. Be right back." Emmett injected before Sam could say anything. He left immediately, practically running back to the bonfire where many teens had circled around.

Sam stuffed his hands in his jacket's pockets, looking at the ground as Emmett left you alone with the man you wanted to climb like a tree. Your nails dug into your palm as you clench a fist, trying to contain what Emmett called your 'inner slut.' "What exactly are you doing here, Agent?"

"Sam." he corrected, a stray hair falling over his eyes. Sam brushed it back, his eyes never leaving yours. "I wouldn't want to worry you anymore than we've probably have. We're handling the situation, but you should avoid Finn Burke."

Dread washed through you, as did confusion. "Finn Burke? Whatever your thinking, you're wrong. I've known Finn my whole life and he's not the kind of person who'd do anything illegal. He's so vanilla and lowkey boring."

The brunette in front of you raised a brow, a little surprised by the honesty. "I wouldn't be too sure. Promise me you'll keep your distance from him. At least, until we've handled the situation."

"And what does that mean?" you asked, crossing your arms, patiently waiting for the gorgeous Fed to answer.

He opened his mouth, only to close it a second later. Sam shook his head, taking a step back. "Don't think too much about it."

Before you could question him, someone called your name. Looking behind Sam, you saw your friends, Katherine and Crystal wiggling their eyebrows, Katherine winked at you while Crystal bravely humped the air. A laugh escaped your lips, causing Sam to turn around. They immediately stopped, quickly turning around, their shoulders shaking from laughter. Unfortunately, Sam had seen enough to blush profusely.

You giggled, covering your grin with your hand. You changed the subject quickly, "You look like a narc. Like, one of those cops from 21 Jump Street who shops at Lumberjacks 'R' Us. I'd say you're the Channing Tatum, but you're taller than him."

Sam chuckled, rocking back and forth on his heels. "I'd expect you to say that considering how short you are. Hey! Not in a bad way, it's cute how tiny you are."

"I don't think that counts, everyone shorter than six feet belongs in the short category for you." you replied, struggling to keep from blushing at his previous statement. "I mean, you're a giant."

This warranted a laugh from Sam. Peeking behind you, he spotted Dean waving him over, an annoyed expression imprinted onto his face. Ignoring his own brother, he turned his attention back to you. "Says the short cheerleader. You know, I could bust you right now, I can smell the alcohol from here."

"Ooh, kinky." you joked, causing Sam to cough violently. You threw your head back in laughter while the agent's choking eased. Looking back at his partner, Agent Stark who had mastered the bitch face, glaring at the giant in front of you. You pointed your thumb towards Stark. "I think your partner wants to talk to you."

Sam coughed once more, clearing his throat as he looked over at his annoyed partner. "I should see what he wants. Try to stay out of trouble."

"I'll call you when I turn eighteen, Sam." you murmured, brushing up against his arm as you passed him. You felt him tense beside you for a second, and you smirked, walking away. Looking back, you saw Sam glaring at his feet. "Don't die!"

You were already out of ear shot before Sam could muster up a reply.

—

"Dude, we're on a case." Dean lectured, shaking his head at his flustered brother. Sam raised an eyebrow, too distracted by what the young—beautiful—girl had implied. Dean rolled his eyes, motioning for his brother to follow him. "Wait until we're done til you hit that."

Sam's eyes widened, glaring at his brother. "She's seventeen, Dean."

"Wow, she doesn't look seventeen. Whatever." dismissed Dean, slightly irritated by the amount of sand entering his shoes. "I talked to the stoned douchebag, and from what I can tell, we were right. Andrew Daniels is a vampire, turned that Finn kid, and in the process of growing a large nest."

"Did you find out where the nest is?" Sam asked, more worried than usual for the victim. He still couldn't place what was so different and intriguing about the girl.

Dean shook his head, and Sam couldn't help the exasperated sigh that left his lips. The green-eyed man clapped his brother's shoulder. "Relax, we'll find it. For now, we keep an eye on Finn and take him out when he's alone. You told your girlfriend to stay away from her ex-boyfriend, right? Or did you forget while you were ogling her?"

The younger brother ignored Dean's jab, nodding. "Yeah, but we should look out for her. She isn't entirely convinced he's dangerous. Not that I blame her, he looks like he'll cave if someone threatened his dog."

"Okay. I'm guessing you want to stalk her while I behead Edward Cullen?" Dean blocked a slap from his brother, smirking at the response he had gotten. Sam's bitch face was enough for him to draw a conclusion. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam glanced around the beach, dread washing over him when he couldn't find her. "Call me when you're done."

Under his breath, Dean mumbled, "How much can someone hate their kid enough to name them Finn?"

—

Excusing yourself, you slid out under Emmett's embrace, wiggling your empty cup at him. Too focused on getting to the cooler without tripping, you hadn't noticed Finn Burke following you until you inadvertently tripped over your feet, a pair of strong arms catching you. To your surprise—and disappointment—it wasn't the shaggy-haired FBI agent you had been thinking about all night.

Still, you couldn't help the grin that appeared on your lips, happy to see your friend. "Hey, you made it! Aren't you a little bit late?"

Finn smiled softly, helping you to steady your legs, keeping an arm around you as you both headed to the cooler. "I got here an hour ago but Tom wanted me to help out with a prank. Are you sure you should be drinking anymore?"

"I'm getting water since my dad is so adamant I stay safe tonight. I haven't drunk much but my legs are jelly," you replied, leaning on the toned soccer player. His piercing gray eyes drifted to yours, narrowing as he studied you. "Seriously, I'm not drunk, just clumsy."

"Let's get you some water," muttered Finn, sitting you down on one of the portable lawn chairs someone had brought. You relaxed in your seat, giving him your empty solo cup. After a few seconds, he handed it back, the solo cup now filled with water. "Drink this."

You gulped the water down, thirsty from talking all night. "Thanks. How's— hey, are you okay?"

He slowly nodded, his gaze fixed on your throat as he licked his lips. "Yeah, just a little tired. Finals really took it out of me, and I've been sleeping for the past few days. I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What's up?"

"Do you wanna go to my car? It's just so crowded here and it's important," said Finn, looking around. You mirrored his actions, confused, seeing everyone around the bonfire, several meters away while the rest were swimming in the ocean. "I'm not looking to hookup, I promise. Just some peace and quiet."

Against your better judgment, you ignored Sam's warning and nodded, taking his hand as you stood up. "Okay, sure. Let's go."

The walk to his car was silent, the air warm and salty enough to make you tired, even after the day of laying around and doing nothing. You yawned, covering your lips with one hand while Finn held the other. Despite your gut telling you to return back to the bonfire, you gave Finn the benefit of the doubt. After all, you'd know him since you were in diapers. He couldn't hurt

you.

You breathe in a sigh of relief as you saw the blue jeep under the warm light, allowing you to see a lot more than in the brief darkness. Leaning against the jeep, you faced him. "So, what did you wanna talk about?"

"How did it feel when you broke up with me in front of my friends?" he asked, taking a step closer. There was a glimmer in his eyes that made your spine shiver.

"What?" you mentally slapped yourself for letting your voice shake. He took another step closer, a predatory look washing over his face. Instinctively, you went to take a step back, realizing you were stuck between Finn and the jeep. If the unspoken threat hadn't been looming over your head, then the inability to speak about the breakup would've been more than uncomfortable.

Finn's smirk grew, one that you've never seen before. Out of all the things you would've described your friend, dangerous wouldn't've been one of them; it wouldn't have come close. "Did you feel satisfied when they pitied me? Happy when they witnessed you list every single flaw I have?"

"Finn, you know I didn't realize they were there. I thought you were alone. I would never do that to you." you reasoned, placing a hand over your heart. Your heartbeat was painfully loud, beating in your ears. "You're my friend."

He scoffed, eyes darkening as they focused on your neck, head tilting as he brushed away your hair for a better view at your pulse. "Friend? You'd throw me under the bus to save your ass. Even you'd kill your daddy for your survival. You're a selfish, pathetic bitch."

Anger bubbled up inside you, pushing the fear deep inside you. You opened your mouth to speak only to close it when a hand wrapped around your throat, shoving you up against the jeep, your head hitting the metal with a force that left your ears ringing in pain. Your vision blurred, body limped, and lungs screaming for air. In an attempt, you clawed at his arm but the gesture only seemed to make him laugh.

"Please." you gasped out, the corners of your vision slowly turning black. Finn lets out an inhuman growl, throwing his head back, several teeth growing in when he opened his mouth.

The soccer player leaned in quickly, and you prepared for the sharp pain but nothing came. For a moment, you were confused, wondering if the lack of air was the result of the blackness, only to realize you had shut your eyes. The hand on your throat lessened, a panicked voice in the back of your mind, and something wet splattered on your chest. A worried voice called your name, a pair of warm arms caught you as you slumped down.

You slowly opened your eyes, disoriented and puzzled to see Sam in front of you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you up. With wide eyes, you looked around, waiting for Finn to ambush the both of you, only to meet Agent Stark's angry eyes. But he wasn't glaring at you. Sam called out your name once again, bringing your attention back to him. "Sam?"

He sighed in relief, checking out your neck where you would later find out was bruised. "Are you okay? Didn't I tell you to stay away from that douchebag? Fuck, I'm sorry."

You were overwhelmed by the rollercoaster of emotions Sam displayed, surprised by his tight grip on your waist. Glimpsing at Agent Stark--who had bit his lip to keep from laughing at his brother's worriedness--you saw the blood-covered blade he held. You followed the trail of blood, eyes popping out of their sockets when you saw Finn laying on the parking lot; without his head. "Oh. Looks like he lost his head."

Stark burst out laughing, unable to contain his surprise at your ease about the bloody situation. Sam glared at his brother, letting you go as you processed what had happened. "Hey, listen to me. Dean and me have to go. We think there's more monsters like Finn after your dad."

The mention of your father broke you out of your state, a hand quickly grabbing Sam's. With panicked eyes, you looked at him. "No, no. I'm coming with."

"It's not safe." Dean responded, cleaning the blood off his blade, grimacing when a few droplets made contact with his skin. Sam nodded in agreement. "There's going to be a whole nest of vampires, and we can't protect you and save you dad."

You opened your mouth to protest, goosebumps rising as you heard the word. Vampires. Subconsciously, you looked at your former friend's decapitated head, the sharp fangs intact, beaming under the street lamp. "Is that what he was? A vampire?"

"Yes," Sam replied, waiting for you to scream, run away, slap them for killing your lifelong friend, or anything other than quietly processing the information like they just told you something other than the existence of supernatural beings. "We're hunters, we save people from things that go bump in the night."

"The vampire that turned your friend is Andrew Daniels, the man who threatened your dad. We have to go, there might be a whole nest of vampires at your house--" Dean stopped, halting when he saw his brother's glare. He got the message: worrying the girl, even more, would not help them in any way.

You pushed yourself away from Sam's arms, grimacing when you stepped in the pool of Finn's blood. "If my dad's in danger then I'm coming with."

"No way," said Sam, shaking his head immediately. "It's dangerous, and you could get hurt more than you already have. Let us handle this, and we'll come back to get you when the coast is clear."

The logical part of you agreed with him; you had no knowledge of how to kill vampires, or anything supernatural for that part, and being there meant being in the way of these men doing their jobs. The reckless, anxious part of you wanted to be there, wanted to be the one to save your dad even when you didn't know how, and wanted to make sure he would alright. You let the latter made up your decision. With a glower, you crossed your arms. "I'm going with you. Whether you want me to or not."

"Sweetheart," Dean sighed, knowing one more word from you and Sam would give in. For that matter, Dean would've too.

"Look, he's the only family I have left. If I lose him ... " you trailed off, incapable of finishing. It didn't matter how busy your father had been the past few years or the lack of attention you've gotten. He was family and that meant everything to you. Meeting Sam's eyes, you silently begged him. "Please. I'll be out of the way, you won't have to protect me or anything. Just ... please."

Dean wasn't surprised when Sam caved, his younger brother nodding at your request. The younger Winchester reluctantly agreed and Dean gave up, following his little brother's lead. "Alright, let's go."

You walked behind Dean, following his lead to the black Chevy Impala while Sam silently walked beside you, the height difference making it slightly difficult to read your expression. Dean noticed the once over you gave his baby, beaming at Sam who rolled his eyes. You got in the back, admiring the leather and built of the vintage car, while Sam and Dean sat in the front.

The drive was silent and tense. You didn't miss the way Dean kept glancing in the rear-view mirror or the not-so-subtle over the shoulder glances from Sam. It took a few minutes but a recently buried thought crawled its way to the center of your attention.

"You guys aren't really FBI are you?" you blurted, mentally slapping yourself for not coming to that conclusion much sooner.

"Nope," Dean answered, making the p pop. "But after a lifetime of pretending to be one, it really does make being in monkey suits bearable."

"So, what are you guys? Low budget Ghostbusters?" you questioned, getting a simple scoff-like chuckle from Dean while Sam bit back a smile at the creative jab. "Seriously. You just decapitated my ex-boyfriend who turns out to be a vampire. And I'm wondering if I'm insane for trusting two men who posed as FBI agents and dress like virgin lumberjacks."

The elder Winchester lets out a guffaw and Sam allowed a little laugh to fill the Impala. Sam answered your question, "We're hunters. Or Men of Letters, if you want the old term."

"Right, I'm gonna pretend like I know what that is." you mumbled, meeting Dean's eyes in the rear view mirror. "Can you go faster? No offense, but my dead grandma drives faster than you."

Dean huffed, noticeably pushing the gas pedal harder. "I'll let you get away with that since you're in shock and can't control yourself."

"I'm not in shock, I'm just running away from my problems until I inevitably have to face them." you sassed. During different circumstances, you would've been scared, and frustrated but the existence of all things supernatural hadn't sunk into your brain just yet, and you had been hoping you were dreaming.

The elder Winchester's lips twitched upward, despite the situation. With the speed Dean was going, due to the peer pressure from the teen in the backseat, the three of your arrived at the huge mansion. All the lights were on and the unfamiliar cars on the driveway worried you. As soon as your foot hit the walkway, you had the urge to run, only to be stopped by Sam.

Silently, he handed you a blade, the light from the bright lantern nearby bounced off the silver. Dean had made his way to the front door, scanning the place only to kill a vampire when he reached the first step. He gestured for Sam to follow him, wiping the blood on a bush. Sam turned his attention back to you.

"Stay here. We'll be back with your dad. Don't hesitate to kill them because they will have the intention of killing you." Sam commanded, his eyes flickering to the dead, unnoticed security guard with his throat slit. He looked away before you could follow his gaze. "Stay in the car, please? We'll save your dad, but I—we need to know you'll be safe."

You nodded, tightening your grip on the handle of the blade. "I promise."

The younger brother threw you one last look before following Dean, his own machete in hand. The two brothers silently broke in, weapons in hand as they entered the large mansion. You kept your back against the Impala, looking around for any sign of the supernatural. With the amount of time you've been given to process the existence of the supernatural, the information hadn't completely sunk in. Not even when you pondered Finn's death.

It didn't take long for you to notice Edgar's limp body strewn across a bush, your father's lead security detail: dead and bloody. You gagged, covering your lips with your free hand. The sight of Edgar's corpse made you act against Sam's wishes, yet again. Walking to the door, you gripped your weapon, taking a deep breath prior to following the hunter's lead.

As soon as you stepped inside, you spotted a path of blood, leading towards the kitchen. You immediately regretted your plan when you saw an array of decapitated vampires. Loud grunts lead you to the kitchen, your sandals nearly slipping on the trail of blood.

Sam spotted you as soon as you emerged from the arch, blood splattered across his face, his blade dripping. The scene was horrid; Sam and Dean faced a large group of vampires, your father bruised and injured, the only thing holding him up was the fanged vampire behind him. Their eyes followed Sam's, heads whipping, smug smirks on their face when they realized who they were looking at.

Three things happened in the next second; first, the group of vampires pounced on you. Second, the two hunters expertly beheaded the said vampires. And third, a very familiar face sank his ingrown fangs into your father's exposed neck. One vampire had sped to you, yet despite the silent gasp your father let out, you instinctively ran your blade against his neck, the force beheading the monster.

All your heads snapped to your father, the two vampires that stood behind the one feeding from your dad baring their fangs. Sam grabbed your waist, pulling you behind him. You struggled against his grasp, wanting nothing but to slice the vampire into pieces, craved to watch them bleed, craved to have their heads. But all you could do was watch as the vampire quickly fed from your father, his eyes glazing over. It all happened quickly, but you knew.

Both brothers advanced towards the vampires, only to be shoved against the wall as the familiar vampire met your eyes. Then you realized, the vampire was Andrew Daniels. A strangled cry rose from your throat as he smirked, pulling his lips away from your fathers throat, only to snap the CEO’s neck, discarding the limp body.

The cry was enough of a distraction to the vampires that Sam and Dean has the ability to kill them, leaving the Andrew standing. He smirked, undeterred by his dead friends. “I’ll see you soon, sweet pea.”

And with that, he was gone.

You slumped on the floor, tears brimming your eyes as you sat next to the corpse of your father. The Winchesters watched you, guilty they hadn’t kept their promise. Deep down, you knew it was your fault. Of course, not directly, but if you hadn’t triggered Andrew’s actions, then your father wouldn’t be dead. It was silent for a few minutes, and just like before, you didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity to react.

Dean helped you up, wiping your bloody hands with his jacket. He sent his brother a look, knowing what this meant. Sam nodded, understanding. You were there responsibly now.

—

“I don’t understand.” you said in a monotone voice. The shock still hasn’t worn off, and you were afraid it was all going to come crashing down on you.

Sam shot Dean a look, and the elder brother froze. He shrugged and Sam sighed. “Andrew Daniels has your scent. And by the looks of it, there’s still more to his nest. He won’t stop until you’re dead.” Sam paused, trying to detect anything other than the blank expression on you. “It’s better if you come with us.”

You shook your head, looking around the living room. The white carpet had been stained by blood, although the bodies had been disposed, and burned. The only corpse in the house was your father’s. The one you forbade them from burning. “No. No, no, no. I can’t. I have to stay here. I have to plan a funeral. Oh, my God, I have to plan a funeral. I have—I—“

“Shh.” Dean comforted, resting his hand on top of yours, squeezing lightly. He knew it was only a matter of time before the numbness wore off. “Hey, look at me. It’ll be okay. We’ll take care of you. No one will hurt you.”

You yanked your hand away from his, standing as you glared at the blood stained carpet. “I can’t! I can’t just abandon my home. I’m not going to abandon my dead father, and run off with some hunters who posed as Feds. I’m going to stay here, and I’m going to plan a funeral.”

Sam softly called your name. “I’m sorry. I know I made you a promise to save him, and I’m sorry I couldn’t. But you have to let us protect you. You don’t know us, and we barely know you. But this is what we do, and right now, you have a whole nest of vampires with your scent. Who knows when they’ll come back. I won’t have you stay here. It’s not safe.”

“And I’m safe with you?” you spat out, venom lacing your voice. Sam and Dean recoiled, flinching at your harsh tone.

They nodded, and Dean stood up. “We’ll protect you with our lives.”

And stupidly, you believed them.

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[deepseavibez]

OK, I'VE BEEN SWAMP WITH WORK, BUT NO ONE, LISTEN TO ME, NO ONE! STARTS ANYTHING WITH MR. JUNG HOSEOK BEFORE I'VE HAD MY CHANCE TO REST MY CASE! *Clears throat several times*

Hiii! Ummmm... *God, why is he si handsome... Here goes nothing!* Oh my god, your shirt is really cool! It looks like it's made of boyfriend material...

So tell me, Mr. Hoseok, do you believe in love at first sight - or should I walk by again?

Nah, but in all seriousness, I know you're mourning your not-relationship with yn rn. During these past weeks, you know after the incident, was there ever a moment where you went like 'screw this, I'm taking my chance with her because it's either now or never?' And, what is going on with Huru? 🥺 Please, do tell..

And to my mvp's Yoongi and Jin, keep up the good work my dudes! I'm proud of your emotional intelligence. This group wouldn't be as it is now without you.

XOXO 🖤

'I, uhm, I mean, it's cotton but, wow is hot in here or --,' Hoseok flustered with all the attention

'It's just you, and your inflated ego,' Namjoon whispers

Yn pinches Namjoon. 'Ow!'

'Let him have fun,'

'No,' Namjoon rubs his arm, 'he's been having fun, look at how much attention he's been getting.'

'Why?' yn stands up, her hands on her hips, 'Are you jealous? Do you want attention too?'

Namjoon's eyes widened and he raises his hands in front of him, 'Wait, no, yn --,'

Hoseok ignores them and turns to you, 'I mean, I saw you the first time,' he leans back with his hands in his pockets and smirks, 'but how you do it again, and a twirl, you know, just for me to be sure,'

*crash* Hoseok doesn't even turn around to look at Jin holding yn back and Namjoon hiding behind Yoongi,

---

Everyone stops to listen to Hoseok's answer.

'I should,' he turns to look at everyone, 'ask everyone to leave, but considering we all know, and in the au it's not actually said, but still everyone knows, I don't have anything to hide,'

He stops for a moment, gathering his thoughts,

Yn comes up and hugs his neck from behind,

'I was really mad, everyone knows I almost strangled him when I first found out,' he shook his head, 'I spent days fighting myself because I knew she deserved better and I would definitely treat her better,' he paused, and wet his bottom lip, 'but if I'm being honest, as much as I wanted it to be so, if yn showed any interest, deep down I know it wouldn't have been true,' his hand closes around her wrist, reminding himself that she's there, 'if you look at her and talk to her, no matter what she's feeling or what she's doing, yns love sings for Namjoon, and Namjoon only,' he giggled,' which is saying something considering yn can't carry a tune to save her life,' he sniffed, 'so, I would have wanted to, I can go as far as to say I would have tried pursuing her once the cheating thing blew over and if her emotions were calmer and she wasn't doing it because she thought I was the next best bet, but I don't deserve that, and we all would have been hurt in the end, Namjoon, me, yn, the band, things would have changed and I wouldn't handle losing everyone,' he looks up to yn,'and you would have never done that to him, or to me, and you would hate yourself for thinking it,' yn placed a tender kiss on his forehead in return

Hoseok sports a sad smile, 'I may want to punch Namjoon in the face every other moment, but he's my best friend, and he's truly an idiot for not appreciating what he has, but he's mine... he's ours.'

---

Namjoon scoffed at the sound of the name. 'He's a side character, I honestly don't get why he's so interesting,'

Yn patted his chest, 'Don't be a big baby,' Namjoon's arms came around her, and he hugged himself to her

'The reason I talk to Huru is because when we met him, he actually seemed pretty chill, and I figured cheating, work, wedding, yn shouldn't handle everything alone even if she thinks she can, so I wanted to be in the loop and liase with Huru,' he raised a finger,' at first,'

Hoseok looks to Namjoon and he waits for his best friend to block yns ears before continuing, 'but the issue is that yn is too nice, and with other people that's great, she meets loads of people on a daily, at work, out in public, even paps, but it was Huru's reaction to her that just seems a bit,' he narrowed his eyes, 'iffy. And I would know, because I once looked at yn like she lit the fucking stars up at night. I'm not saying Huru would try anything, but considering his reaction to Namjoon, and his interest in yn, I'd rather be friends with him, to keep an eye out, because he'll probably swoop in at the first opportunity,'

'I don't like the way he watches her,' Jin frowned, and looked at the floor as he spoke, 'like he has to care for her and protect her in a personal capacity, I want to cover her with a blanket and block her from view,'

'I don't know what you're all talking about,' Jimin started, 'but Jin hyungs instincts haven't been wrong before, so we're gonna have to trust it,'

'You could all be overprotective though,' Taehyung shrugged, 'for all we know he's taken to her, but as a friend. And let's face it, we're all a family but we are as protective of her as Namjoon hyung,'

Yoongi was quiet the whole time. 'I say he needs to pass Taehyung's vibe check first.'

---

'You hear that!' Jin jumps up, 'this group and this family and this whole band wouldn't be anything without me,'

'She said both of us,' Yoongi reminded in a monotone

'You're a grandpa, you have to be emotionally intelligent and all that wise stuff,'

'I'm literally younger than you,'

'Thank you Dan,' Jin ignores Yoongi and takes a bow,

'I have actually been doing so much of work in this au,' Yoongi turns to Dee, 'Can i go nap, are we done here?'

Dee removes glasses, 'Almost, this session closes when I upload the next chapter,'

'Fine,' Yoongi makes his signagure frog face, 'I'm gonna nap here then, wake me up if a question is addressed to me.'