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˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Thirteen: Circles

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

You took my hand and then we both started running. There's no place to go.

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Premise: While you’re enjoying your new relationship with your boyfriend, it doesn’t come without its troubles

Warnings: smoking / suggestive

MASTERLIST

Walking through the crowded school hallway, you and Bebe laugh about the latest gossip circulating through the breath of students. The morning sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow on the bustling students. Bebe tugs at your sleeve, pulling you closer as she recounts in detail each beat of how Dakota cheated on David.

You spent the whole summer anticipating the fall when you would be back in classes and bending over backwards to keep your grades up but now that it had finally rolled around, you missed summer and swore that you would be forever happy if it had been endless.

As you pass the lockers, you spot Kyle leaning against his, scrolling through his phone. Your heart skips a beat. It's been a couple months since you and Kyle started dating in secret, keeping your relationship hidden from friends and family. You liked to think you had kept the secret well, you had always been sneaky. It was your family you were worried about finding out, however, your friends have extremely large mouths a not a single thought they keep to themselves.

Bebe continues chatting away, unaware of your sudden distraction. You slow your pace, letting her words fade into the background as you focus on Kyle. When he looks up and catches your eye, a smile spreads across his face and that is enough to melt you like butter.

You glance at Bebe, who's now frowning and looking between you and Kyle with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, pretty princess," You say casually to Kyle, watching his smile drop immediately.

"What did you just say?" His eyebrows furrow and he's sure that he misheard you. He closes out of Hay Day momentarily to give his full attention to you.

"I said 'Hey, pretty princess',"

"Don't call me that," Kyle tells you with a straight face. You were well aware of how much pet names made him want to crawl out from under his skin and chug back drain cleaner. The most you had ever gotten out of him was the lone time he called you babe and immediately went back on it.

Your boyfriend telling you that pet names were annoying was a sure-fire way to make sure you call him every possible one you can think of "Okay, baby girl,"

As you walk past him with Bebe and towards that cafeteria you can feel his horrified gaze resting on your back. Moments later you can feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

New Message- ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️)

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): You're not funny

You: damn

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): I thought you didn't want your friends to know??

You: Yeah?

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): so why are you flirting at school?

You: u think that's flirting????????????????

You: Who the hell raised u??????

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): bro

You: lose this number

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): lmao

You: mf I see you down the hall

You: u r not laughing ur ass off

ugly piece of shit (boyfriend❤️): bro

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You glance back at Kyle and quickly stick up your middle finger even though he is now focused on his conversation with Stan. The two of you weave through the throngs of students, sidestepping backpacks carelessly left in the middle of the hallway and dodging the occasional elbow. The walls are plastered with colourful posters announcing upcoming events: a pep rally, a bake sale, and field hockey tryouts.

Bebe's voice rises above the din, drawing your attention back to her. She's talking about a new show she started watching, her excitement palpable. You smile, appreciating the way she can make even the most mundane topics seem fascinating. Her laughter rings out, a clear, bright sound that makes a few heads turn, but she doesn't seem to notice and if she had, she definitely didn't care.

"I swear to god, he looked like such an idiot," Bebe speaks animatedly "I think he's trying to go viral or something but he would only go viral for being so corny."

"Yeah?" You feed into the rant.

"Yeah," She confirms "He stood on his desk today and made Emmet film him while he yelled something in some language I don't know. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen Mrs. Miller so mad." Her face lights up with recollection "Oh! Except for that time, Eric brought a flask into class. That was so weird."

As you near the cafeteria doors, the noise level increases. The cacophony of clattering trays raised voices, and the occasional shout creates a symphony of chaos that somehow feels comforting in its familiarity. You push through the double doors, the cool air from the cafeteria's industrial-strength air conditioning hitting you like a refreshing breeze.

Inside, the room is a sea of faces, some familiar, some not. You scan the room briefly, looking for a free table. Bebe tugs at your sleeve, pointing towards a spot where a little handful of your friends are sitting. You follow her lead, navigating through the maze of tables and chairs, finally reaching your destination.

The moment you sit down, Annie perks up "Did you hear about Dakota and David?"

"Yes!" Bebe almost jolts up, she leans toward Annie while you reach next to you and take a tater tot from Nichole's tray, if she was bothered by this act, she gave no indication. You weren't sure you were hungry enough to wait in the lunch line for subpar food that would be cold by the time to got back to the table.

Across the table, Red had a slice of pizza in one hand, her phone in the other, she didn't even look up when you sat down. She tended to have one foot in the real world and the other in her own realm.

"So, what's everyone doing this weekend?" Nichole asks, a small smile playing on her lips.

Before you can answer, Red casually says "Well, I'm sure she'll be hanging out with Kyle."

"Jeez, I feel like he's replacing me," Bebe mockingly pouts.

"Yeah, why are you guys so buddy-buddy lately?" Annie turns not just her attention to you but the rest of the group in addition.

"Because they're dating," Red still doesn't look up from her phone. While the group falls silent, she huffs a quiet chuckle at something in her feed.

You feel the air go still, the background noise fading into a dull hum as all eyes turn to you. Your heart pounds, and your mind races, desperately seeking an escape.

Bebe's eyebrows shoot up. "Kyle? You and Kyle are a thing?"

You force a laugh, shaking your head vigorously. "No, no, Red's just joking around."

Nichole leans in, her eyebrows drawn in skepticism. "I dunno, that didn't sound like a joke."

"Red, who told you that?" You look up at her with wide eyes, teeth grinding together in a wild smile that was supposed to mask the agitation that sparked in you.

"Tolkien, he said that Kyle told him after you guys kissed."

"What?" Nichole's eyes flicker between everyone at the table, trying to get a grasp on each girl's reaction.

"You didn't tell me," Bebe says, irritation clear in her voice. You knew this would be a topic she would dangle over your head.

"You didn't tell me either," Annie chimes in.

"Uh, because I'm not dating him," You can feel the panic rising, your cheeks burning with the effort to maintain your composure. "Seriously, guys, it's nothing. Kyle and I are just friends."

Bebe crosses her arms. "Friends, huh? I'm pretty sure friends don't usually kiss."

"I have kissed half of the people at this table," You counter "On gospel, we are not dating."

"You don't give a shit about the gospel. Let me see your phone," Annie snatches it from your hands, expecting to see Kyle on the lock screen but her face quickly contorts in confusion "Is that Jeff Bezos?"

With haste, you grab it from her "No, it's Murr from impractical jokers."

"Why is he your lock screen?"

"Mind your damn business," You answer with discomposure.

"So, you aren't dating but you did kiss him?" Nichole draws the conversation back to the original topic.

"Erm, no, gross," You say as convincingly as you could which wasn't very convincing at all. "I think he's super fucking ugly, he probably has at least two STDs."

“Bull shit," Bebe says "You didn't deny kissing him like three seconds ago and you've liked him since July."

"JULY?" Annie asks, mouth slightly agape. "You didn't tell me any of this."

"So when did you kiss him?" Nichole presses.

"I didn't-

"She kissed him at Morgan's party," Red answers, putting her phone down and swallowing back the last of her crust.

You have a look of murder on your face "What the fuck."

"It's not a big deal," She shrugs "Someone once told me- eat a snack and drink some juice, you'll be alright."

"Who?" You ask.

"You did when I greened out."

"Right."

"So you did kiss him at Morgan's and you are dating?" Nichole interjects once again to cut to the facts rather than the banter surrounding it.

For a moment you hang in the air like you had paused time to think of an answer but truthfully your friends finding out about your relationship wasn't so detrimental and lying would only spiral into something far worse. "Yeah," You mutter "We're dating."

"Oh my god," Nichole splits into a grin "After all of those years of trying to kill him and complaining non-stop that he was ruining your life?"

"Yup," you say, awkwardly.

"That's really funny actually," Bebe's anger over the fact you kept this hidden was temporarily alleviated by your confirmation.

"Funny?" You ask. You didn't think your relationship was very funny.

"You have to admit it's funny," She shrugs, brushing a blonde curl away from her face "I was like 78% sure you were serious when you said you rather hang yourself than date him."

Nichole giggles, nudging you. "Was the rope too expensive?"

"No, I tried my best but it snapped," You say nonchalantly, trying to gain back some sort of composure.

It didn't take long for the little group to start shouting little quips to counter the last and ultimately leave you feeling annoyed and somewhat embarrassed as it seemed they would never let up with the teasing.

You catch a glimpse of Tolkien walking past your table, his usual confident stride carrying him through the crowded cafeteria. He was carrying an assortment of goodies from the vending machine and heading back to his table. It must've been irritation that propelled you out of your seat before you even realized what you were doing.

You weave through the tables, your steps quick and purposeful, until you're close enough to grab his arm. He turns, surprised, his eyes wide as he takes in your furious expression.

"Why did you tell Red I kissed Kyle?" you hiss, your voice low but sharp enough to cut through the noise. You pull him aside, away from prying eyes and ears, and the hum of the cafeteria fades into the background.

His eyebrows furrow "Are you guys not dating? I'm confused."

"Yeah, but I wasn't going to tell people."

"What? Why?"

"Because the haters will pray on my downfall." you snap, your voice rising despite your efforts to keep it down.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He glances around nervously, clearly uncomfortable with your intensity.

"The haters," You reiterate like it made your point any clearer.

"What haters? You're not a celebrity." One of the mini chip bags in his arms shifts and he fumbles around to be sure it doesn't hit the ground.

"Be alert..."

"What does that mean?"

"Of the haters," You add.

"Oh my god," He mutters fighting the urge to roll his eyes "I don't know why you're chewing me out when Kyle's the one who told me. Take it up with him.”

That's exactly what you would do. Take it up with him.

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While you had every intention of chewing Kyle out for letting the secret slip, things played out slightly differently. You're sprawled out on your bed, your textbooks and notes abandoned in a haphazard pile. Kyle's fingers trail up your arm, leaving a tingling path in their wake. His lips are warm and insistent against yours, and you lose yourself in the softness of his kiss.

Kyle's hand cradles the back of your neck, his touch both tender and firm, guiding you closer. Your hands are tangled in his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers as you pull him even nearer. The faint scent of his cologne mixes with the aroma of the burning passionfruit candle, creating a heady blend that makes your heart race. Every brush of his lips sends sparks through you, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

All that matters is the feel of Kyle's lips on yours, the way his hands hold you as if you're something precious, something to be cherished. His thumb brushes lightly against your jaw, a small, almost absent-minded gesture that sends another shiver through you. Every touch, every kiss, is filled with reverence that makes you feel all the more cherished.

You tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss, your tongue tentatively meeting his. Kyle responds with a soft groan, a sound that reverberates through your body, heightening your senses. His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you even closer as if he can't get enough of you.

Your kisses grow more urgent and demanding. His lips trail from your mouth to your jawline, planting soft, lingering kisses along your skin. You can't help but tilt your head back, giving him better access, losing yourself in the sensation of his mouth on your skin.

His kisses move to your neck, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending another wave of shivers through you. He finds a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, and when his lips brush against it, you let out a soft gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"Kyle," you whisper, your voice breathless, filled with a mixture of need and adoration.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. His hair is a mess, neck is littered with hickies that he would surely regret the next day when he would have to steal his mom's concealer to cover them up. He leans in, capturing your lips once more in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, a perfect blend that leaves you almost dizzy.

His large hands eventually snake their way up your shirt and trail up your midriff to your back. He finds the clasp on your back, pinching the hooks until the bra comes undone completely.

Kyle leans closer, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, and the touch sends a shiver down your spine. You want to freeze this moment, but reality crashes back in when you hear your dad's voice calling for you from the hallway. "Jellybean! Are you still home?" Panic seizes you, and your eyes widen as you scramble to sit up, pushing Kyle away from you.

Your dad was supposed to be at one of your neighbour's barbecues, but here he was- making his way upstairs and towards your bedroom.

"Kyle, hide!" you whisper urgently, your mind racing for a solution.

You glance around, jumping to your feet and awkwardly trying to rehook your bra. Your eyes settle on the closet and you push him towards it. It's a tight squeeze for someone as tall as Kyle, but there's no time to think. He ducks inside, and just as you're about to close the door, he accidentally bonks his head against the top of the frame. The sound is a dull thud, and he stifles a groan of pain.

"Yeah, I'm home!" You call back to your dad, grabbing Kyle's scattered things from the bed and shoving them beneath it.

Your dad's footsteps draw closer, and you throw yourself back onto the bed, grabbing your phone to feign nonchalance. The door creaks open, and your dad peeks in, his eyes scanning the room.

"Hey, Jellybean," He smiles, leaning against the doorway.

"Hey," You try for a casual smile "Why are you home already?"

"I forgot to grab the t-shirts I made for Earl and the boys," He answers and you nod slowly, waiting for him to explain why he was in your bedroom. “Oh," He fumbles around in his pocket for his phone and briefly taps around before turning the screen to face you "Is this you and Kyle?"

It's a photo of both yours and Kyle's faces that had been strung up on the wall of disallowed entry at the movie theatre. You had almost forgotten entirely of the day that you and he had gone to the theatre with the intention of watching a corny movie and ended up near a simple assault charge that you narrowly escaped.

You shake your head, trying to soothe the adrenaline that began pumping through you "Nope."

"Really?" Your dad furrows his eyebrows, looking at the picture again "It looks just like you two."

"Yeah, it does," You keep your voice as nonchalant as possible.

He holds the phone up in the air, looking back and forth from your face to the screen. After a moment of awkward silence, there's a thump from the closet and your dad looks up "What was that?"

"Eugene, he lives in the crawlspace," You answer, face dead serious.

Your dad shrugs and tucks his phone back into his pocket. "Dang. I outta get back before that brisket is done," He lets out a low whistle at the thought of a juicy slab of smoked meat.

"Okay, see ya," Relief finally washes over you as you try not to glance back toward the closet.

Just as he turns to leave he quickly swivels his head back to look at you "Oh, I meant to ask- why is Kyle's car in the driveway?"

"It's not."

"Oh," His eyebrows furrow for a moment as he thinks and then slowly, he nods "Okay." It was moments like these where it was definite he was Weston's father.

He leaves, and you let out a sigh of relief, your heart still pounding. You wait a few moments to make sure he's really gone and when you hear the front door click shut, you hurry over to the closet and open the door. Kyle steps out, rubbing his head where he must have bonked it on the closet ceiling. He's tall enough that the cramped space was clearly a tight fit.

You look at the little red spot on his hairline where he must've cracked his head against the frame and suck a breath through your teeth "Sorry."

"Ow," he mutters, frowning at you slightly. But then his eyes catch on something behind him, and his expression shifts from annoyed to confused. "Why do you have a Rubbermaid that says 'devious licks' in your closet?"

"Oh," You look past him at the bin and then a wide smile breaks over your face and you begin to laugh. You pull the bin out and kneel beside it as you take the lid off. Inside are little trinkets you've 'borrowed' from friends and family over the past few years. You can't help but giggle, finding the whole situation absurdly funny.

"Did you steal all of that?"

"It's just for fun," you say with a shrug, still chuckling. "When I get really mad at someone, I take something from them to inconvenience them." You begin to rifle through the bin, almost reminiscing about all of the things you had taken and the memories attached.

But Kyle doesn't laugh. In fact, his frown deepens, and he steps back, shaking his head. "That's not funny. It's stealing. That's a crime. What if someone realizes something important is missing?"

"That's kinda the point," You answer. The bin is filled with an assortment of items: a handful of pens, a couple of keychains, wallets, a pair of sunglasses, and various other small objects you've filched over time from more people than you could even recall.

Kyle bends down, his hair still messy from your fingers slipping through it "What is this?" He picks up a long silver necklace with a large pendant dangling from the bottom "Is this a coke necklace?"

You laugh slightly "Those are Mr. Tennorman's ashes."

"WHAT?" He drops it, instinctively wiping his hands on his pants. "You stole someone's ashes?"

"Yup," You say nonchalantly, still digging through the belongings "It's just Cartman's dad."

He looks back down, the glimmer of something bronze catching his eye. Immediately, he snatches it from the bin and inspects it, eyes growing wide with horror "Is this my grandpa's holocaust ring?"

You pause, slowly looking up at him "I didn't know it was a holocaust ring at the time."

"When did you take this?" His voice was beginning to rise and the agitation was unmissable.

You stop laughing, the light mood evaporating in an instant. You hadn't expected him to react like this. You thought he might find it as amusing as you did. Instead, he's staring at you with a mix of disappointment and anger that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. "Two years ago when you and Stan were making fun of me after I lost that goal at my soccer game."

Kyle sighs, running a hand through his hair. He is trying his best to keep his cool, but the pool of misdemeanours below him isn't helping in the slightest. Kyle takes a deep breath in an attempt to sort this through without yelling at you "What's the last thing you've stolen."

You look around for a moment before holding up a bottle of liquor "I took it last week."

"Oh god," He mutters.

"What? Is it bad?"

"That's a three thousand dollar bottle of tequila," His jaw is clenched and for a moment you think he might burst a vein in his head.

"Dang, that's expensive," You suck a sharp breath through your teeth

"You should've thought about that before you stole it."

You shrug "Well, I didn't."

"That's it?" He asks.

"What?"

"You don't care?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"This!" He gestures at the Rubbermaid before dropping to his knees, sifting through the contents "Wallets, wedding rings, perfume, the fucking ornament I made when I was eight," Looking down, he was struck with the realisation that a large sum of the trinkets in the bin had been his at one point or another. "You really don't care that you took all of this?"

"It already happened," You say.

Kyle holds up a familiar scarf, one you remember swiping from a girl in your study group. His eyes narrow as he turns to face you. "What the hell is this?" His voice is low, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

You roll your eyes, trying to laugh it off. "Oh, come on, it's fun. No one even notices."

Kyle's eyes flash with anger. "Fun? You think stealing is fun?" His voice rises, each word punctuated by his growing fury. He steps closer, and you can see the tension in his jaw, the way his fists clench at his sides.

You start to feel the edges of your amusement crumble, replaced by a prickling unease. "Kyle, calm down. It's not that big of a deal," you say, your voice quieter now, trying to soothe the situation.

But he's not having it. "Not a big deal? This is serious! What's wrong with you?" His voice is loud now, filling the room, and echoing off the walls. He's yelling, and it hits you like a bullet to the skull.

You shrink back, your laughter dying on your lips. The air feels heavy, pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. You look away, staring at the pattern on the bedspread, tracing the lines with your eyes, anything to avoid his piercing gaze.

Silence falls, thick and oppressive. Kyle's breathing is heavy, ragged, as he stands there, waiting for you to say something, to explain. But you can't find the words. They're stuck in your throat, tangled up with your fear and shame. You bite your lip, the taste of copper filling your mouth.

Finally, Kyle lets out a frustrated sigh. "I just-" He pauses "I don't get you," he mutters, turning away, his shoulders slumping. He walks back to the bed and sits down heavily, the mattress sinking under his weight. The music is still playing, the songs flickering by, unnoticed.

You sit in silence, the stolen items now a glaring reminder of your actions, of the chasm that has suddenly opened up between you and Kyle. You want to reach out, to bridge the gap, but you don't know how. So you sit there, quiet and still like you're in a crime scene.

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You spent hours getting ready, meticulously styling your hair, and carefully applying your makeup. You chose your favourite dress, a soft, flowing fabric that makes you feel beautiful and confident. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your heart thumping with excitement.

You're standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate chain of your necklace, the pendant resting just below your collarbone. Your reflection shows a girl who has taken extra care tonight to be sure her makeup is flawless, a hint of highlighter accentuating your cheekbones, and your lips painted with a soft gloss. Your dress, a soft shade of blue that brings out the colour in your eyes, fits perfectly, swaying gently as you move. You've been looking forward to this date with Kyle all week.

The sound of a car horn outside snaps you out of your reverie. You grab your clutch, giving yourself one last glance in the mirror before heading downstairs. The evening air is warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining your street. Kyle is waiting by his car, leaning casually against the door, a small smile playing on his lips as he sees you approach. He looks effortlessly handsome, his ginger hair tousled just right, and his eyes sparkling in the fading light.

"You look beautiful," he says, his voice warm and genuine as he opens the car door for you.

"Thank you," you reply, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "You did your hair all nice for me."

As you settle into the passenger seat, Kyle walks around to the driver's side, sliding in with an easy grace. The car starts with a soft purr, and soon you're driving through the familiar streets of your neighbourhood, the anticipation of the evening making your heart flutter. You chat about your day, the conversation flowing easily, but as the drive continues, you notice Kyle taking turns that lead away from the downtown restaurants and cafes.

The drive starts off light and cheerful. You talk animatedly about a new café you've heard about, suggesting it as a possible destination for a study session. Kyle nods and smiles, his responses a bit more subdued than usual, but you brush it off, attributing it to the lingering tension.

As you continue to chat, you start to notice the route Kyle is taking. It's not towards any of your usual spots. The streets become less familiar, and your excitement starts to wane, replaced by a creeping confusion. "Where are we going?" you ask, trying to keep your tone light and playful, though a hint of unease slips through.

Kyle doesn't answer right away, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "It's a surprise," he finally says, but there's something in his voice that makes your stomach twist.

There's a part of you that thinks he's preparing to drive the both of you off of a bridge or dump your body off the interstate from his rigid posture alone.

You try to guess, throwing out suggestions, but each one is met with a noncommittal hum. The unease grows, gnawing at your excitement. When he finally pulls into the parking lot of the community center, your confusion peaks. "Kyle, what are we doing here?" you ask, your voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

He turns off the engine and looks at you, his eyes soft but determined. He reaches out and takes your hand, his touch warm and firm. "I need you to trust me," he says, his voice gentle. He gets out of the car and comes around to open your door, helping you out.

Holding your hand, he leads you inside, the fluorescent lights of the community center casting a sterile glow. Your heart pounds in your chest as you walk down a hallway, past bulletin boards covered in flyers for various local events and activities.

He stops in front of a door with a whiteboard nailed into the wall next to it that reads 'Shoplifters Anonymous Meeting' in purple dry-erase. Your heart drops, and you look at him, your eyes wide with shock. "Kyle, what is this?" you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips.

Kyle squeezes your hand gently, his expression deadly serious. "I know you don't think it's a big deal, but it is. You need help and they can give you that." He nods his head to the room.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You open your mouth to argue, to tell him that you don't need this, but the words fail you, something you weren't used to. Truly, you were speechless.

He creaks the door open, one hand on the small of your back as he guides you inside. "I'll pick you up in an hour," he says softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. His lips are warm, a stark contrast to the cold shock that has settled in your chest. "Please, just give it a chance."

Before you can protest, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing in the hallway. The door to the meeting room looms in front of you, and you feel like you're rooted to the spot. The reality of the situation crashes over you in waves. Kyle has seen through your facade, past the laughter and the dismissive jokes, to the part of you that you've tried to ignore.

The meeting room is small and somewhat stuffy, the air thick with a mix of various perfumes and colognes. Folding chairs are arranged in a circle, and as you sit down, the cold metal presses into your back, making you shift uncomfortably. Your heart still pounds from the shock of Kyle's ambush, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

The leader of the group, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, starts speaking, welcoming everyone. Her voice is calm and soothing, but it grates on your nerves. You clench your fists in your lap, trying to steady your breathing. You don't belong here. This isn't you.

The others begin to share their stories, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. You listen, but the words barely register. Your mind is racing, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You're furious with Kyle for bringing you here, for thinking you needed this.

God, you felt like an idiot. You had spent so long getting ready, wearing a pretty dress for your boyfriend just to be shoved in a room with thieves.

The leader, Ellen, scans the room, and you feel a prick of anxiety as they land on you. "We have a new member today," she says, her voice warm but firm. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can feel the eyes of the other attendees on you, their curiosity palpable. "I'm not a shoplifter," you say entirely too fast. You weren’t wrong, you were in fact- not a shoplifter though it wasn’t far off from a kleptomaniac which you definitely were.

"That's okay. Not everyone here is a shoplifter either,” Ellen speaks softly "Would you mind telling us why you're here if you're comfortable?"

"I'm just here to observe," you say quickly, hoping to deflect the attention. "I don't really have anything to share."

Ellen nods, but her gaze remains steady, unyielding. "That's okay. We're glad you're here. Can you tell us a little about why you're observing?"

You bristle at the question, feeling cornered. "My boyfriend thought it would be a good idea," you reply, trying to keep your tone light, and dismissive.

"Why would he think that?"

"He thinks that I have a problem."

The room is silent, the air thick with unspoken questions. Ellen doesn't let you off the hook. "What kind of problem does he think you have?"

You fidget with the hem of your dress, your fingers twisting the fabric. "He thinks I steal things," you say reluctantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I do, but not from stores. It's just some little things from other people."

Ellen's eyes soften, but her expression remains serious. "Stealing, even in small amounts, can be a sign of deeper issues. It's good that you're here, whether you think it's a big deal or not. What kind of things have you taken?"

You feel a surge of anger, a burning frustration that makes you want to lash out. "I don't see why it matters," you snap, your voice louder than you intended.

Ellen nods, absorbing your words with a calm patience that only fuels your irritation. "Sometimes, we take things to fill a void or cope with stress. Have you thought about why you might be doing it?"

You cross your arms over your chest, your posture is defensive. "I don't know," you say, looking away. "It's not that deep."

"Okay, maybe you'll be more comfortable sharing next time." You didn't intend for there to be a next time.

The group seems to move on quickly and you wander away from all conversation, finding a nice spot to settle inside your thoughts. It had been years since you felt like this much of a fool. It was about halfway through the meeting when you couldn't take it anymore.

You push open the door and step into the hallway, the cool air a welcome relief from the stifling room. You make a beeline for the exit. The need for a cigarette is overwhelming, a desperate craving that you can't ignore. Outside, the late day sun is almost gone entirely as night begins to swallow up the sky, making you squint as you search through your bag for your lighter. Panic sets in when you realize it's not there; you must have left it in Kyle's car.

A string of curses escapes your lips as you look around frantically. Your eyes land on a purse left carelessly on a bench in the hallway. Without thinking, you reach in and pull out a lighter, the metal cool and smooth in your hand. The irony isn't lost on you, but you're too angry and desperate to care.

You step outside and light a cigarette, the first drag calming your nerves slightly. You start to walk, the rhythm of your steps a temporary distraction from the chaos in your mind. The smoke curls around you, a familiar comfort, but today it feels different, tainted by the bitter taste of your emotions.

Tears sting at your eyes, and you angrily wipe them away, but they keep coming, blurring your vision. You're furious with Kyle for putting you in this position, and for forcing you to face something you're not ready to confront. But as you walk, the anger shifts, turning inward.

You hate yourself for your bad habits, for the stealing, for the smoking. Each puff of the cigarette feels like a failure, a reminder of all the ways you've let yourself down. The tears flow more freely now, and you don't bother to stop them. You walk faster, trying to outrun the feelings, but they cling to you, weighing you down.

The familiar streets blur as you walk, and you're not sure where you're going. You just need to move, to keep going, to do something, anything to escape the overwhelming tide of emotions. But it's no use. The guilt and shame, the anger and bitterness, they all crash over you, a relentless wave that you can't fight.

You come to a stop, your legs shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The cigarette burns down to the filter, and you drop it, grinding it into the pavement with the heel of your shoe. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold on, to keep from falling apart completely.

You've walked for what feels like an eternity, the community center far behind you. Each inhalation a struggle against the sobs threatening to escape. The cigarette you discarded lies crushed on the pavement and you think about lightning another.

Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up beside you breaks through the haze. You glance over, your heart skipping a beat when you see Kyle's familiar car. The window rolls down, and there he is, his eyes wide with concern.

"Hey," he calls out, his voice a mix of worry and relief. "What are you doing?"

You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek to fight the sob you desperately want to let out. "Just stop."

His eyebrows furrow and then he gets a good look at your face and the realization strikes him like a wave of guilt "Are you crying?"

"Fuck off," You answer, turning away from him and continuing to walk.

"Shit," He mutters, quickly emerging from his car.

You stop walking, your body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and emotion. You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat, choked by the tears. Instead, you just stand there, looking at him, your face a mess of smeared makeup and raw emotion.

Kyle gets out of the car and walks over to you, his movements hesitant, as if he's not sure how to approach. When he reaches you, he gently takes your hands in his, his touch warm and grounding. "What happened?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You finally find your voice, though it's weak and shaky. "I couldn't stay," you manage to say, flat. "I couldn't do it. It was too much."

Quickly you retract your hands from Kyle's, looking at him with a fury he hadn't seen in ages.

"How could you do this to me, Kyle?" you yell, your voice cracking with a mix of rage and tears. "How could you ambush me like that?"

Kyle stops in his tracks, his eyes wide with shock. "I was trying to help—"

"Help?" you cut him off, your voice rising. "You think dragging me to some meeting with strangers was helping? You blindsided me! You embarrassed me!"

He steps towards you, his expression pleading. "I didn't know what else to do. I'm worried about you."

Your chest heaves with each breath, the tears flowing freely now, hot and relentless. "You think I don't know what I'm doing is bad?" you shout, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "It isn't easy for me, Kyle!"

He looks at you, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness. "I just want to help you," he says quietly. "I don't know what else to do."

Kyle reaches out, but you step back, shaking your head. "It's a fucking compulsion, I've been doing it for ages, you can't fix it in a single meeting."

Kyle's shoulders slump, and he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just don't want to see you destroy yourself."

"Kyle," You draw out "You're smart so tell me why the hell you thought that would be a good idea? Because you're no prize either."

Kyle's expression shifts to one of deep sadness, his hands dropping to his sides. "I get that it's hard," he says softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "But running away from the no problem isn't going to solve it. You need help, and I thought that meeting could be a start."

You laugh, a harsh, bitter sound that cuts through the night air. "That was the furthest thing from help. It felt more like a fucking beartrap. You didn't even ask me how I felt about it, you didn't even bring it up again. You just dumped me there and expected me to be okay with it."

Kyle's jaw tightens, and he takes a deep breath, struggling to keep his composure. "I'm sorry if it felt like that," he says, his voice strained. "But I didn't know what else to do. I'm terrified of losing you to this. What if you get caught?"

Your heart aches at his words, but the anger still burns bright. "You don't understand," you say, your voice cracking. "I'm scared too. Scared that I'll never be able to stop. But you tricked me, you lied to me."

Kyle's face flushes with frustration, his eyes darkening. "I was desperate! Do you think it's easy for me to watch you self-destruct? To see you steal and smoke and hurt yourself over and over again?"

"Don't you dare make this about you," you snap, your hands trembling with anger. "You don't get it, Kyle."

Kyle takes a step closer, his jaw set. "I'm trying to help you, but you keep pushing me away. You act like I'm the enemy when all I want is to see you get better. Why can't you see that?"

Your chest heaves with each ragged breath, the tears burning in your eyes. "Because it doesn't feel like help! It just doesn't, can you get that in your fucking head? Why are you trying to fix me?"

"I'm not trying to fix you. We can't fix each other but we can help and that's all I want to do," His gaze softens "Just tell me what to do," he says, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.

The words hang in the air between you, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in time. You don't know what to do. The intensity of it all crashes over you like a wave, and you find yourself struggling to breathe.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, a sob escapes, raw and broken. The anger that had fueled you moments ago dissipates, leaving behind a profound sense of helplessness. Your shoulders shake as the sobs come harder, your vision blurring with tears. You don't have the answers Kyle is looking for; you don't even have the answers for yourself.

Kyle's face softens, his expression shifting from frustration to concern and heartbreak. "Hey, hey," he murmurs, taking a step towards you. "It's okay."

It's not okay. Nothing feels okay. You're overwhelmed by the realization that you're spiralling, and if you don't find a way to get help, it's only going to get worse. You knew it was getting bad when you couldn't even run a mile without coughing up your lungs.

As the sobs wrack your body, you feel your knees weaken. You take an unsteady step toward Kyle, and he immediately closes the distance, pulling you into his arms. The moment you feel his embrace, the dam truly breaks. You collapse into him, your fingers clutching at his shirt as if he's the only thing keeping you from drowning.

"I don't know what to do," you whisper between sobs, your voice barely audible.

His arms tighten around you, one hand gently cradling the back of your head. "We'll figure it out," he says softly, his voice thick with emotion.

You bury your face in his chest, the sobs continuing to pour out of you, each one tearing at your heart. You feel a mix of shame and relief, the two emotions intertwining in a confusing dance. Shame because you're admitting, finally, that you need help. Relief because, at this moment, Kyle's arms around you make you feel less alone, less lost.

You made a decision in your mind, after months of back and forth with yourself "That was my last cigarette," You sniffle "Ever." It was far from your last in truth but still proved to be a pivotal moment in your life.

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thefriendlyghvst · 1 year

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distant // svt jeon wonwoo

synopsis: wonwoo as ur husband, worried when you come home late and drunk, and you ask him why he's cold to you

(forced marriage trope, non-idol au, angst)

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you blinked when you saw the time as you glanced at your wristwatch and sighed. your phone didn't ping at all with any texts or calls. not from him, not from anyone. the lump in your throat continued to harden, but you swallowed it down with the final chug of the alcohol in the bottle you were drinking from.

where is everyone when i need them?

you couldn't blame them. your friends and family were all busy with their own lives, and even though you needed them sometimes, you never asked. you didn't want to burden anyone, especially when they have to face problems of their own.

you sighed defeatedly. you didn't have to work the next morning, but will have to prepare for a skull-splitting headache. the week just keeps getting worse. it was late, and you figured you should be heading home soon.

was it even a home? there was no warmth of a lover or the laughter of your family. it was just you and wonwoo, and you guys just lived there. two people under one roof.

"i've left the money on the table here, ma'am! thank you," you slurred to the tent bar owner and left.

the short walk home felt like forever, and your work shoes were starting to make your feet sore. you were upset and now pissed. you drank to feel numb, so why were you in so much pain?

your heart ached awfully, like it didn't fit in your chest. you wanted to rip it out and throw it away, or scream and cry until your knees gave out, or grind the soles of your shoes into the gravel until they tore and your feet bled.

but you could do none of that, so you settled for taking off your shoes and walking barefoot the rest of the way home.

despite your resolve to hate him, you couldn't help yourself. your mind ran with thoughts of your husband and only him, who was cold and indifferent to you no matter how hard you tried to be nice to him.

he was nice. he had basic human decency and kindness in his heart, but sometimes you wished he could be more pleasant to you. more romantic, even. you envied the people he smiled at, even though it was to be polite. you envied the random nice gestures he would do for his friends. you envied the strangers he treated like friends, as compared to the wife he treated like a stranger.

though, you knew you couldn't blame him, either. the marriage was loveless and you were forced. it wasn't like you liked each other before this, but it enraged you that you found a way to see past all of that and fall in love with him anyway.

the lump in your throat returned and revealed itself in the form of tears in your eyes while your heart remained painfully misplaced in your chest. with nothing left to give and exhaustion taking over your drunk and tired mind, you let yourself cry as you dragged yourself home.

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"fuck this shit," you cursed as you struggled with the keys, blinking through the fresh tears that were blurring your vision.

i've never cried this much since i was twelve, you thought, annoyed at yourself.

get it together, damn it.

the door opened finally, and you dropped your shoes to the side, leaning on the wall for support as your entire body felt like collapsing. you were so tired, exhausted of all the life you had to give, mentally and physically. you wanted nothing more than to shut everyone out and crawl into a hole.

you didn't even bother to announce your arrival. it wasn't like he cared, and he was probably sleeping anyway. the light in the living room was on, you noticed, though the rest of the house was dark. a figure you recognised immediately stood, surprising you.

you thought he'd be asleep by now.

you heaved a sigh and gently kicked the door closed behind you. he didn't say anything. he just walked over towards you, stopping a good two metres away as you walked in the apartment, still leaning on the wall for support.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice kept low.

the room was spinning and you blinked slowly, just to be sure you weren't mistaking the tone of his voice to be relief, and a little bit of concern. you wouldn't do that to yourself again.

"work," you replied curtly, not wanting to speak to him.

everything was piling up on you and was threatening to spill. you were afraid if you spoke to him you would explode and cry, which you thought would be embarrassing for you since he didn't care, or you might say something you would live to regret. so you chose to keep mum while he kept probing you for more answers.

"i'm talking to you, y/n,"

you mumbled some response, not really listening to him. you were tired and not thinking straight. this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere. you just wanted to sleep.

wonwoo wasn't angry at you, but he wasn't necessarily pleased either. you'd never acted like this. though he never replied, you would always text him if you would be out late or had to work overtime. this nonchalant and dismissive behaviour from you was something new, and he didn't like it.

he stalked towards you and to your dismay, your effort to walk away faster failed as you stumbled and almost landed on the floor. he was quick to react, catching you before you fell.

"have you been drinking?" his voice was softer, no more than a whisper.

wonwoo was much closer now and could smell the alcohol on you. you pulled away from him, a bit too harshly and you could have sworn you saw him flinch in surprise. you staggered backwards a little bit, but managed to regain your balance.

good, you thought. that'll teach him not to mess with me.

"yes, i have," you answered almost defiantly. "i can't cry so i drink my despair away like a fucking loser,"

your slurred response seemed to shock him as he stood there at a loss for words. wonwoo didn't know what to say. you rarely cursed around people. he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. he didn't even know what you were going through, and he most definitely didn't think he made your situation any better.

you were red in the face, no doubt because of the alcohol, but your expression told him more than that. you were angry.

"i'm sorry. i wasn't trying to pick a fight," he sighed.

your shoulders slumped as you regained your composure. "me neither, won,"

he nodded and you raised a hand as if waving at him, turning around to leave and go into your room.

"you're not going to ask why i waited?" he suddenly inquired, a tinge of hopefulness in his voice.

you turned back to face him, a small and insincere smile on your face. you didn't trust the hope you heard in his question. you could have just been imagining things, as you have been in the months you've been married to him.

"i think i'm growing immune to your antics, mr jeon. i'm probably just... drunk and tired, but right now i'm not that curious and don't really care,"

your response felt like a slap to his face. wonwoo wondered if this was your final straw, if you were finally done putting up with his shit. he wondered, was he too late to change?

he waited because he wanted to tell you there was a dinner party you both were invited to and that he wanted to go with you. when you didn't come home for a while after he did, he grew worried and restless. he was pacing around the living room just a few minutes before you came in. he never called, not because he didn't want to, but he just assumed your battery died since you didn't text him at all about your whereabouts.

he was also afraid, though he wasn't sure of what.

he was excited to tell you about the dinner and was looking forward to going with you, but this was it. you were done and he'd need a lot more time to win over you. maybe the dinner could be a start.

"i do sometimes wonder though," your slurring was getting worse and you were leaning more against the wall. "why do you treat me like this?"

your words snapped him out of his thoughts. the ache he felt in his chest moved up his throat and then gave him a headache. was this what he did to you?

"you don't have to love me, but can't i at least be a friend?"

"i don't know how much longer i can live like this," you admitted.

you dropped your bag to the ground and slumped down the wall to sit on the floor. the defeat and exhaustion was now showing on your face. you eyelids drooped and you leaned your head back against the hard surface. your vision was blurry, but you could still make out his figure standing with his fists clenched by his side.

you pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. you didn't want him to know how weak and hopeless you felt.

as worried as wonwoo increasingly became at your condition, he kept his hands clenched by his side. he wanted to hold and take care of you, but remembered the way you pulled away when he caught you and remained frozen. it was killing him, but he didn't want to push.

"answer me, please?" you pleaded, your voice soft and airy, like you were going to cry.

"i... i don't know," he admitted, his head hanging low.

you let your hands drop as you chuckled dryly, your smile not quite reaching your eyes when you looked up at him.

"right. i should have known,"

you gathered your things and used whatever small strength you had left to stand. he wanted to say something, but his lips were sealed shut and his voice betrayed him. you smiled at him again and retreated to your room.

"i'll see you tomorrow, won. get some rest,"

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masterlist // part 2

#imagine #oneshots #fiction #oneshot #seventeen #angst #seventeen angst #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #svt imagines #svt #svt wonu #seventeen wonu #wonu #non idol au

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luvneymar · 2 years

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(2) ALL I WANTED WAS U — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

NOTE: DRAMA?🤣 jude is a literal simp and my mission during this fic is to make sure y’all know dat !!!

“C’mon guys! Hustle! The tournament is in 3 weeks and you all are sloppy! Mount & Grealish stop giggling like schoolgirls and start running!” The coach for the men’s England World-Cup team screeched from the sidelines rubbing the sweat off his forehead as his veins bulged in anger.

The rest of the team were causally jogging just fast enough for the angry man to not yell at them but not Jude. Jude was either right behind them or right in-front of them ignoring all of them despite their best efforts to talk to the boy.

With his headphones on his ears he was in his own zone, his own space thinking about what you both had talked about just around 2 weeks ago. Your words ran laps around his mind 24/7 for the last 14 days.

“I slept with Trent.”.

“I fucked Trent.”

“I had sex with Trent.”

No matter how he worded it in his mind it was still the same, the deed had been done. You fucked him & there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He felt like a non-consensual cuck. Stuck in a three-way that didn’t even exist.

I mean how can you not know that he’s been pining for you since forever. Ever since Trent & all his other friends constantly mentioned how hot you looked in this & how great your rack looked in that he finally saw the bigger picture & came to terms with the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach he’d get every time you’d kiss him on the cheek or hugged him.

“Jude! Why you running all alone? Join us!” Trent yelled out signalling Saka, Phil & Marcus to slow down & wait for him to catch up. Jude hadn’t even acknowledged Trent’s call despite hearing him loud and clear. He jogged right passed them as if he hadn’t heard.

They all looked at him with a weird face jogging up towards Jude stopping him as they grabbed his shoulder stopping him from running off. “Hey didn’t you hear me? Slow down.”

Jude shrugged his hand off and tried to jog off but Trent’s hold was quite strong forcing him to stay in place placing him into a full-stop. He pulled off his headphones in anger shrugging his hand off as he turned to look at the group. “Oh my days, What!”

“Geez dude, what bug crawled up your ass?” Phil muttered through a chuckle which caused Marcus & Saka to snort causing some weird domino of laughter, Jude’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he motioned to place his ear phones back onto his head.

“Sorry sorry, what’s going on with you? We haven’t talked in like two weeks.” Trent asked concerned smacking Jude on his butt lightly signalling him to continue walking jogging after he caught the look of annoyance on the coach’s face.

“Nothing I’m just anxious for the tournament.” Jude brushed him off with a statement that wasn’t even true. Just seeing his face pissed him off so bad which made him angry all the time.

“Your right. France is definitely going to hand a lot of countries their asses on polished silverware.” He joked looking around to see if anyone else laughed at his joke, Jude rolled his eyes as he prayed that Trent would cut the conversation short.

How can he just make a causal conversation just weeks after he literally told him so casually that he had sex with you in details that ran laps in the right, left, front & centre part of his brain. Just thinking about it made Jude want to beat the shit out of him.

“Whatever.” He grumbled with annoyances laced in his voice.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like a little bitch ever since I told you about what happened a few weeks ago.” Trent questioned also irritated that his friend was ascribe flaky.

“What happened a few weeks ago?” They all questioned, wanting to find out what was making their friend so pissy.

“Y’know (Name)? (Name, Last Name)? Jude’s friend? Yeah met her at the club we went to a 2 weeks ago and managed to get her into bed. Told Jude how mind-blowing it was and now he’s pissy.”

“Oh her? Shit I’d be mad too. She fine as fuck, I’d just be mad you got to tap that before I did.” Phil mentioned in a broken sentence unable to control his laughter.

As the group laughed Jude poked his cheek with his tongue trying remain calm & collected, it was quite hard seeing as how he was literally listening to his friend objectify you in a vulgar manner with no respect for you at all.

“Judey lighten up! There are other girls out there. Girls your age. She wouldn’t shack up with you even if you were the only man on earth. You have girls flocking after you left & right.” Marcus slapped Jude on the back after finally calming down from the laughter than had went around.

“She’s probably not into younger men anyways, I mean you just graduated high-school a few months ago. She probably graduating soon.” Trent mention remind Jude once again about the age gap you both had in.

“Won’t that make her look like a cougar anyway? Find out if she has a sister of something. You gotta forget about her.” Trent added making the group burst in laughter once again.

Hearing them home about you in that way in an attempt to try and make him feel better about the fact that you were “too old” for him just pissed him off even more.

Jude stopped in his tracks & pulled Trent by his shirt stopping him his tracks too abruptly, “Im not pissy i’m pissed you cunt, my “problem” is that you slept with my friend knowing damn well I had feelings for her you fucking ass!”

After he said nothing but chaos insured, Jude spun Trent around so he could face him as he proceeded to give him a dirties punch of the century. Trent stumbled back a bit holding his nose in pain cursing all sorts of profanities before walking up to Jude & within the same split second punching him in his eye.

“You fucking bastard.” Jude mumbled before proceeding to jump on-top of Trent punching him in his face a few times before Trent managed to roll him over getting a few punches on his face as well.

Many different rows of profanities were passed around until the group had decide to step in thinking about the nearer future & how this could effect the result of the tournament they were training for.

“Guys knock it off!” Phil shouted out trying to pull Trent away from Jude as they assaulted each other just to get punched in the nose instead, hearing the groan he let out the rest of the team turned around to see the commotion altering the coach as-well.

The coach rushes over towards the pair who had bruises & a bit of blood on both of them as they continued to drown in testosterone using their natural male instincts to figure out their differences.

“What the hell! Guys break it up now! Whatever your fighting about I promise you it isn’t worth it!” The coach yelled out standing in between the 2 men sending a reasonable distance between the two stopping them from sending anymore punches each others ways.

Once the fight had ceased to exist the coach turned to Trent seeing as how he was in worse shape than Jude with a busted lip, a head laceration & a bruised eye. “Who started the fighting?”

“That fucking cunt right there.” Trent spit out the blood that rested in his mouth before pointing to Jude who stood there with Phil trying to hold him back from trying to attack Trent once again.

“Jude come with me. Now.” Jude wiped away some of the blood from his forehead as Phil wrapped his arm around Jude helping him walk away from the circle that formed and towards the building where the coach’s office was.

Once they reached there the coach signalled Phil to exit the room as he wanted to talk to Jude alone. As soon as the door closed the coach bursted in the a fit of anger yelling at Jude as he throw different types of things off his desk onto the wall behind Jude.

“What the hell were you thinking? Has your cranium suddenly stopped working and all your common sense has been flushed down the drain?” He yelled out poking his finger into the side of his head as Jude stood there staring at his shoes that were stained with mud & some splotches of blood.

“But He—!” Jude tried explain with no avail.

“No speaking when I’m speaking! I don’t want to hear it. Your my star pupil. Hand picked from the best of the best. You cant be fighting with your companions like that.” He lectured Jude finally calming down enough to speak to him rationally.

The coach looked up at him just to see his eyes hadn’t moved from the spot on the floor it had been for the past minute, “I’m honestly disappointed Jude. I didn’t expect this from you of all people. You’re much more mature than the others even for your age.”

“Well tell that to the bastard talking shit.” Jude muttered under his breath trying to get a word in his defence.

The coach raised his eyebrow as he heard what Jude said but wanted him to say it with his chest. “Did you have something to say Bellingham?”

“No sir, sorry.”

“You’re going to apologize to him and you’re going to be benched for the a while for the starting games. That’s your punishment.” The coach walked towards the door signalling Jude to follow him.

“But I—!”

“No buts. Now get out before I start searching for a replacement for you.” Jude’s hands failed down to his sides in defeat as he walked out of the office grinding his teeth in frustration.

if you could just get a word in the coach would see how this situation wasn’t even his fault, but he knew there was no point in trying to explain himself once the coach made up his mind he made up his mind.

As he walked back onto the field, bandages decorated all over his face he heard the whispers from his teammates. see who was whispering about him just to see the same four who instigated the whole problem. “Look, look here he comes.”

fortunately, the rest of the practice goes smoothly without any more disturbances from Trent and Jude as the coach make sure that they were both separated heavily and did the exercise at two different times just to make sure another fight wouldn’t happen.

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“I’m back.” Jude announced in a solemn and dull voice like a defeated puppy, how could he possibly come back home and face you after he basically went all warrior ninja on Trent because of you. It was too embarrassing on his part.

As he works as he walked towards the common area, he heard a voice that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t exactly put a pin on it, but he knew that it was somebody he knew.

“Hey Jude.” You greeted him turning your head from the screen playing a random Christmas movie quickly before turning it back snuggling into the mysterious figure that rested beside you.

as he looked up from the floor, all the pieces finally came together for him the very person he beat the shit out of that very afternoon with sitting beside, you, snuggled up into your chest casually scrolling on his phone.

“What the fuck? Why is he here?” The words came flying out of his mouth before he could even stop it, you turned to look at him with a sheepish smile on your face pulling your hand from around him to fidget with your fingers.

“Well you left so abruptly this morning I wasn’t able to tell you.” You muttered pausing the movie which caused the anonymous man to look up from his phone cunning smile on his face as he waved to Jude head still semi-snuggled into your chest.

“Hey man.” Trent waved to him half-assed stupid smug smile still resting on his face.

“Don’t ‘Hey Man’ me I’ll fucking kill you.” Jude dropped his bag by the side of the couch, and walk towards chance just for you to stand up in between them, trying to stop a fight from arising.

“Jude no! No more fighting. If you have a problem make your issues vocal. Just, no more fighting. Please.” You begged him looking up at him with the eyes you had to know had an hypnotic effect on him.

“Fine.” He muttered absolutely defeated. he had been utterly shame today not only had he basically confessed his feelings to his friend about his newfound girlfriend he beat the shit out of him just for him to get his wounds licked by you.

He walked away towards the direction of his room & closed the door quite aggressively, he hadn’t even recognized himself. He he isn’t the type of person to slam doors whenever he’s upset or try to fight people whenever they have a difference.

but that was just the effect you had on him. you were able to make him go absolutely insane basically put him under your spell like a wizard. even though you were currently resting in trance, arms, kissing on him, loving on, and touching on him, and fucking on him.

He was determined to make sure that you’d be his at the end of the day. Ever since the day you both met he was sure that you’d be his one day even if he had to get rid roadblocks like Trent, he’d gladly do so.

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atwingeofcringe · 10 months

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Stay In Bed

A/N: i wanted to make this a little longer but i have a lot going on right now so im a bit busy 😕 but i also just really wanted to get this written before i forgot! hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: slow, cuddly morning with jason!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 800

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A yawn forced its way out of you as you were roused from your sleep. The sun was shining right on your face from where you lay on the bed and you let out a soft, annoyed groan. The giant man behind you had his arms wrapped around your middle, cementing you in place, and his face buried in your back. He was still breathing steadily, signaling he was still asleep. Ugh, why does the sun have to be so damn bright?

“Jason?” You yawned out his name. He didn’t budge. “Jason!” You started trying to pry his arms loose.

It was a lazy struggle since you were still tired but it was enough to wake him up. However, he only tried to hold on tighter and he nuzzled his face into your back even more.

“Jay, the sun is shining right in my eyes.” You complained with a bit of pout.

He loosened his hold momentarily and let you roll over to face him. His eyes were half lidded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a small, lazy smile. You’ve never gotten used to seeing Jason like this. Seeing him being slow, lazy, or tired was such a stark contrast to how he usually was. But the smile he was giving you and soft circles he was rubbing into your back made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You weren’t sure if he could tell you were blushing.

“G’morning.” You smiled back at him.

Jason took your hand brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it. One of his ways of saying good morning back. Then he held it over his chest where his heart is. His way of saying ‘I love you.’

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I love you, too.”

A contented sigh escaped him as he pulled you into him and hid his face in your hair. One of his hands slowly slid up the back of your shirt and rubbed more soothing circles into your skin. You’re so warm and soft, he thought. What did he do to deserve someone like you? Nothing, in his mind. He’s done nothing to deserve you. He knows what he does is awful. The same hands that have brutally ended the lives of so many are the same ones holding you so gently, he could hardly believe it himself.

“You hungry?”

He was thankful you interrupted his thoughts. They might have devolved into something dark. Jason shook his head no, just wanting to hold you a bit longer.

“Me neither.” You replied with a smile. You scooted as close to him as you could a threw your leg ever his side and an arm around his middle, trying to cling to him like he was a giant teddy bear. He could feel his heart swell and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You both laid there for a while, just enjoying each others presence. One of hands played with your hair, absent mindedly twirling a bit around his finger before carding his hand through it. The sound of his breathing as his chest rose and fell and the sound of his heart beat soothed you, you could almost fall back asleep.

Almost.

A loud growl erupting from Jason’s stomach had you break out in a fit of laughter. “You are hungry!”

He was only a little embarrassed but more so disappointed as you sat up to get out of bed. He wanted to forget everything and stay with you in bed forever. His arms wrapped around you tighter as you tried crawl over him to get out of bed, trapping you on top of him.

“I can make us something and bring it back here.” You offered. “How’s that sound?”

Jason thought for a second before finally nodding his head yes. You smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, the trailed kissed down to his nose, across both cheeks, and finally to his lips. You’ve always thought they were so soft and kissable but Jason still gets insecure sometimes.

When you pulled away you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks. You didn’t want to say anything about it but you couldn’t help yourself. “You’re so cute!” You laughed and kissed his nose again.

Jason rolled his eyes and ran his fingers down your sides to tickle you, trying to rush you out of bed now since you were just going to embarrass him now.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed and got up. “I’ll be right back, my love .”

Before you got too far he sat up and grabbed your hand, pulling you close him again for one last kiss.

What did he do to deserve someone as great as you?

#Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #Jason Voorhees x Reader #Slasher x Reader #Slashers x Reader

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 11 months

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The hunted

Heart pounding. Air escaping your lungs as you ran. You had to keep moving. You couldn't afford to stop. You needed to maintain your distance.

Weaving through the trees, you make your way further into the woods. You couldn't be out in the open. You needed obstacles between yourself and your pursuer.

He wasn't going to get a clear shot. Not that easily. If you were going to be shot down, you were going to make him work for it. You were anything but easy prey.

You dodged an incoming arrow. Damn it! He was gaining on you. He's trying to box you in. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. Another arrow whizzed by. Shit! You slide into a thick bramble of thorn bushes. It hurt like hell, but at least it obscured his vision. Making it harder for him to shoot using sight alone.

You needed a better plan than running or hiding. The freaking bastard was too hyperfocused on you. Relentless in his pursuit.

You started to crawl, keeping low to the ground and making as little noise as possible. Curse demons and their heightened senses. Especially one's currently undergoing their evil cycles.

Robin-San was being a real bitch when it came to hunting you. You just couldn't shake him. Stupid hyperfocused green gremlin.

Just wait till this is over. You were going to bash that numbskulls fucking brains out with one of Opera's frying pans! That is... if you weren't eaten first.

The sound of his laughter came straight out of a horror movie. It wasn't his normal laugh. The joyful and bubbly one. No, this was the laugh of a maniacal serial killer. One that sent chills down your spine.

He was close... your heart rate spiked. Shit, he probably knew exactly where you were. "Come out, come out wherever you are! Little human~" You're breathing stilled, and your body frozen.

That voice wasn't the cheerful call of Robin-San. It wasn't an invitation to come and play. No, the words may sound innocent, but the tone made you want to curl up into a ball and hide.

It was the feeling of being prey. Your mouth dry, your hands tremble. The feeling of being sick to your stomach.

Rationally, you knew he was messing with your head. He wanted you to be scared. To get sloppy and become careless. But at the same time, you knew that some thorny bushes weren't going to stop him from catching you.

Demons were basically a living, breathing cheat code. Enhanced senses, faster reflexes, and their inhuman strength. What's worse was that Robin-San was an archer.

This increased his stats compared to average demons. Seeing as the recieve intense training in all those categories. Not to mention his speed.

Training to be a hunter since he took his first steps, no doubt. There was only one way you could possibly survive. Only one method.

This method requires you to rely on one thing. Robin-San himself. It was a rather large risk, seeing as the demon was not his usual self, but one you were going to have to take.

The energetic imp was young and impatient. Which meant he could also become sloppy if he was too egar. You had to wait him out.

As a human life is all about waiting. Modern-day society loved to test people's patience. The average human was constantly waiting for something.

Traffic, delayed flights, and pharmacy lines. It actually could be said that there was never a time a human wasn't waiting. There was no such thing as instantaneous in your world.

Now, this builds up certain levels of tolerance. You calm your breathing, allowing your heartbeat to slow. This wasn't a game. It was your life on the line. And while Robin-San was normally one of the sweetest demons around... today, he was the enemy.

It was time to stop being the prey. It was time to become the hunter instead. You just hoped that you could time this right. Robin-San's speed would be a major factor in this.

You could tell he was getting restless. Silently, you take off your belt, wrapping it tightly around your arm for later use. It was now or never.

Knowing that he still couldn't make a clear shot, you push yourself up and bolted. Allowing yourself to be scratched by the prickling thorns. The smell of your blood would send him into a frenzy.

You were counting on that. You needed him to act recklessly. You could almost feel the glee rolling off of him in waves. That's right, you cheeky little bastard... catch the dumb human.

Using yourself as bait is not recommended. However, it was deemed necessary right now. You side stepped at the last second. He passes you in a bright blur of neon green.

This buys you a few seconds, but it's enough time for you to change directions. This time, you needed the open space. He needed to think he could win with a single shot. He needed to use his trump card if you had any chance.

You reached an open clearing. You don't stop. You keep going. You need him to believe that you made a careless mistake and were trying to rush through.

A tingling sensation filled you, and you knew without looking or hearing anything he had drawn his bow. His arrow locked onto his target. A pulsing in your viens as you hear. "You're mine now~"

The cheerful cry is not quite how he normally sounded. There was a deranged edge to his voice. He's a little lost in the madness.

You spin around mid-step right as he releases the arrow. Extending your arm, you catch his arrow in mid-flight. The belt on your arm now acts as a bracer. The leather helping to absorb some of the raw magics energy.

You see, there are a few ways to insult an archer of his caliber. One. You are somehow able to block his shot. Two. You redirect his arrow with one of your own. Or three...

You somehow manage to catch it. You smirked at his stunned expression. You spin it around in your hand and heft the large arrow like a spear. It certainly was heavy as one.

Three. You return the arrow back to the sender. Hurling it at him before he had time to think or notch another arrow.

It grazed his cheek during his attempt to dodge. But you offered no recovery time. You threw yourself at him this time.

You tackle the small demon to the ground. In all honesty, he should have been able to toss you aside like a used rag. It's only cause you had the element of surprise that you succeeded.

Never underestimate the multipurpose use of a belt. Using it as a method of restraint preventing the use of his arms. You knew it was only good as a temporary solution at this point.

He could break through that belt if you gave him the chance. Which you wouldn't. Forcing more of your weight on top of him, you place his head into a leg lock.

You had no intention of killing him. Despite the fact that he had been a little shithead and had terrorized you. No... you just needed him to pass out.

Suffocation was the quickest and easiest method to use given the circumstances. That and the fact you had nothing else to work with. He should be grateful that you're not strangling him with the belt instead all things considered.

You watched him thrash and struggle for air. He was a fighter. You would give him that. But the drooling and attempts to bite your legs you could live without.

He bucks like a wild stallion trying to knock you off his back. Like Hell! There was no fucking way you were letting go. Not after all the trouble you just went through!

Not after all the running. The near heart failures. Or the fucking biting you had just put up with!!! You weren't about to be thrown off.

It took a few minutes for his body to go limp. You wait just a bit longer to be on the safe side. Slowly, you withdrew. You checked to make sure he was breathing properly.

An unusual site, to say the least. It was odd to see him so still... so calm. It was almost unsettling. But his steady breaths were a sign of life.

"Looks like I'm the one who caught you, Robin-San. Sorry." You petted his hair. Hopefully, by the time he woke up, his evil cycle would be over.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #robin bars

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cringemesstickles · 8 months

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Cat? What cat?

Summary: Jonah and Adam left the house, but Adam is frustrated about not knowing what’s in the basement.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,241

A/N: Finally finished one of my tmc fics!!! There are two or three little jokes in this one because I’m hilarious. Anyway, Adam totally didn’t go into the basement and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Also, I did write the ridiculous line I was talking about… so have fun looking for it lmao

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Adam and Jonah stepped into their shared apartment after a long drive from the supposedly haunted house.

It took a lot of convincing to get Adam to come back to the car, but when he did come back, Jonah was more than relieved, even if Adam did pout for nearly the whole car ride.

The blonde flopped down on the couch with a huff, pout still glued to his expression.

Jonah, with hair more silver than silver, sat down next to him.

"I'm really happy you decided to come back with me, man." He said sincerely, patting Adam on the back. “I don't know what I would've done with myself if I had left you there."

The blonde nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, I know… but I still wanna know what was in that damn basement… you should’ve heard it, dude, it’s like it was calling out to me!…" He groaned and buried his face in his hands, his frustration more prominent the longer he dwelled.

"I get it, man... but you can't mope about it forever."

Adam turned to glare at him.

"I can and I will, thank you very much.” He declared stubbornly with crossed arms. "Nothing can stop my pity party."

This gave Jonah an idea…

"Oh really? Are you sure? You know… I bet I can make you smile.” He said with a cheeky grin, one that typically spelled trouble.

The blue eyed boy furrowed his brows with confusion before scoffing, trying to appear unfazed.

“No fucking shot, Jonah. I’m gonna be pissed for as long as I want.”

This only made Jonah’s grin widen, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes “That's a pretty bold claim for someone as ticklish as you." He smirked and watched Adam's eyes widen.

"D-Don't you fucking dare...” Adam warned, narrowing his icy blue eyes.

Jonah chuckled and swiftly leaped at the blonde, pinning him to the couch.

"Okay Adam… give me one good reason not to tickle you right now." He grinned and wiggled his fingers in the air, knowing that always got to Adam.

Adam's eyes widened and he crawled to the other end of the couch to get away from his mischievous friend.

“B-Because if you do, I’ll k-kill you!”

Jonah knew that was an empty threat, and he gave an amused snicker.

“Yeah, right! If you killed me, who would pull your dumbass out of stupid situations?!”

The blonde growled, though it wasn’t very threatening.

“S-Shut up! Get away!”

But it was no use.

Jonah knew what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna stop until he got it… and what he wanted was for Adam to forget all about that stupid basement!

And smile, of course.

With no further hesitation, Jonah struck, going straight for his friend’s ribs, wiggling his fingers sporadically across the tender spot.

This resulted in a girlish squeal that Adam would frankly like to forget ever happened.

“EEK- J-JONAH, YOU AHAHASS! STOP IHIHIHIT!” Yelled Adam, squirming helplessly under his friend’s playful assault.

The pleasant sounds only encouraged the sly attacker and he let out a snicker of his own.

“Nope! I’m gonna tickle you until you’re laughing so hard, you won’t even remember what a cat is!”

Adam tried to produce a threatening growl, but his vocal chords wouldn’t allow it, too busy producing the mirthful, boisterous laughter.

He moved like a worm on a hook, wiggling every which way; but no matter where he went, Jonah’s skilled fingers followed, merciless in their pursuit.

Said skilled fingers skittered up and down Adam’s sides, making him shriek and guffaw.

“NOHOHO, N-NOT THERE- GAHAHAH!”

The silver haired boy ignored his friend’s pleas, giggling and adding a couple playful pinches.

“Why not? Does it tickleeee?~”

Adam’s cheeks carried a rosy red hue, Jonah’s teasing tone flustering him to his core.

“S-SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING SUHUHUHUCK!”

Jonah gasped, pulling his hands away to place them dramatically on his chest.

“I suck?! I saved your ass, thank you very much!” He poked his friend in the stomach, causing him to squeak.

Both boys took this squeak very differently.

Adam, eyes as wide as dinner plates, slapped his hands over his mouth, his already flushed face taking on a whole new shade of red.

As for Jonah… his eyes were just as wide, his hand freezing in its place as he processed the girly noise his best friend had just made.

This bewildered expression was quickly replaced with a devilish smirk and he gave Adam’s stomach another poke, eliciting another childish squeak, much to Adam’s embarrassment…

“Adam… what was that?” Jonah asked, already knowing the answer.

Adam’s response was a hardly one at all.

“Uh- well- um…”

Jonah was heavily amused… he’d never seen Adam look so flustered.

“Adaaaam~” he sang, letting his hands hover just above the blonde’s stomach, watching for his reaction.

Adam’s squirming ramped up, flailing to try and avoid the attack.

“Jonah, d-don’t you fucking dare!”

“Oh, I think I will!”

With that, he snuck his hands under the fabric of Adam’s hoodie, digging into the soft flesh underneath.

Adam burst into shrill, boyish laughter, squealing and kicking his legs.

“NAHAHAH- JONAHAHAH!” He squawked, weakly shoving at the offending hands.

Jonah giggled with delight, finding the frantic reactions quite adorable.

“What’s wrong? Too ticklish? Hehe~”

Adam was, indeed, too ticklish.

He bucked his hips and shook his head, his messy blonde hair becoming even messier.

“J-JONAH, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!”

Jonah slowed his fingers, giving his friend some momentary reprieve.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Adam… answer this question and I might let you go.” He smirked. “what’s a cat?”

Adam, still catching his breath, blinked with bewilderment.

“What?”

“You heard me! What’s a cat?”

Jonah slowly lifted Adam’s hoodie to reveal the pale skin, causing Adam to squirm more frantically.

“I-It’s an annoying animal with pointy ears that says meow!!!”

The silver haired boy gave a teasing smile.

“You still remember what a cat is?! I guess I have to tickle you even more!”

Before Adam could respond, Jonah bent over and blew a messy raspberry on his friend’s tummy, making him shriek and buck his hips.

After a few playful raspberries, Adam’s laughter was reduced to gasps and wheezes, his cheeks flushed and stained with mirthful tears.

Seeing his best friend couldn’t take anymore, Jonah relented, getting off of Adam and chuckling.

Adam wrapped his arms around his midriff, panting and giggling still, a big, goofy smile on his face.

For a few moments, the room was mostly silent, the only sounds being Adam’s breathy leftover giggles as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, Jonah spoke up.

“So? How are you feeling?” He asked, an amused smile on his face.

The blonde initially wanted to glare and say something snarky, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Actually… much better.” He admitted, sheepishly looking away.

Jonah’s heart filled with pride, glad he was able to cure his friend of his grumpiness.

“I’m glad… now, why don’t we go do something that doesn’t have anything to do with stupid cat alternates?” He laughs, nudging Adam in the shoulder.

Adam laughed back, sitting up and swatting Jonah’s hand away.

“Sounds good to me.”

And so, the rest of their night was full of laughter, ridiculous conversations, and snacks.

And although Adam never figured out what was in that basement, he decided to get over it and move on, because Jonah was right…

He wasn’t invincible.

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cryssyd · 5 months

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A Love Beyond Hell

Previous: Chapter 12

Final Chapter

It is an adaption to "Always and Forever" by ChaoticDoll (MadamMimic505) at Quotev.com.

Pairings: Alastor x Reader (Julia) Female

Summary: Charlie and Vaggie are concerned about Alastor's disappearances, sometimes for days. What happens when Charlie and Vaggie meet the wife of the Radio Demon.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Established Relationship, Violence, Death, Graphic Details, Pregnancy and Birth, Smut, Minors DNI

Chapter 13

"But Vaggie," Charlie pleaded, desperately attempting to soothe her infuriated girlfriend. "We can't jump to conclusions, maybe he's just promoting the hotel! I know it's hard to believe, but Alastor might care about it. He's not necessarily out there mocking us." Vaggie, however, hissed in frustration, pacing back and forth with her arms tightly crossed. "Hun, I understand your optimism, but let's face it, Alastor is the Radio Demon! What reason do we have to believe he gives a damn about the hotel? He's probably out there, making a mockery of us!" Charlie persisted, trying to reason with her.

"I apologize, Charlie, but he's nothing but an arrogant jerk. He's only here out of sheer boredom! He takes pleasure in our struggles and has no interest in redemption. He mocks everything because he doesn't care! He's just selfish." With a sigh, she embraced the princess of hell, offering solace. "But where else could he possibly be sneaking off to?" Charlie inquired.

"Maybe he's busy making deals or something. Who knows, maybe he's off being a sadistic jerk somewhere, why?" Vaggie responded. "He's been gone for longer than usual. I mean, I know he's an Overlord and all, but it's just strange. And if he's here, that means either Nifty or Husk is missing." Charlie remarked.

Vaggie hummed, her frustration evident. She couldn't help but notice the same thing - the Radio Demon's presence was infuriating, especially when he would taunt them and belittle their cause. Something was off about him. The constant static and piercing interference on the radios all over hell only added to her suspicions. It was clear that something was going on. As an Overlord, it was expected for him to roam around and strike deals with foolish individuals looking for a quick profit. However, his frequent disappearances were becoming increasingly suspicious. There had to be more to it. Charlie, understanding Vaggie's concerns, nodded in agreement. "If he's not acting right, maybe Nifty or Husk might have an idea of where he's been disappearing to," she suggested.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the room, accompanied by soft cooing and laughter, as Julia desperately tried to keep up with her mischievous little bundle of energy. Josie was growing at an alarming rate, surpassing the growth rate of ordinary children, and her powers were developing just as rapidly. "Josephine! Come down from the ceiling!" Julia called out, but the baby was too quick for her. Despite not being able to walk yet, she had mastered the art of crawling on the ceiling! This sight would terrify anyone with a weak heart, but for Julia, it was just another eventful afternoon.

Her daughter was undeniably a chip off the old block when it came to Alastor's sense of humour. Despite being a momma's girl, she had a mischievous streak that delighted in causing her mother a bit of trouble now and then. Once again, she skillfully evaded her mother's grasp, her tiny hands glowing a faint shade of red, seemingly fueling her speed. Julia couldn't help but curse under her breath, blaming her family's unfortunate short genes for her inability to catch her daughter. She desperately needed a nap and wanted to maintain a decent sleep schedule for her little one. "Josephine Altruist! Come down this instant!" she exclaimed, raising her voice in frustration. To her surprise, her daughter's red eyes locked with hers, and her adorable deer-like ears perked up instantly.

“My dearest, do you need a helping hand?" Alastor announced his presence as he entered the living room, flashing his signature grin. He glanced at her weary eyes before shifting his gaze up to the ceiling, where his adorably mischievous daughter was currently crawling. His microphone vanished as he extended his hands with a smile, though his eyes held a hint of seriousness. "Now Josephine, is this how a young lady should behave? Come on, darling." Julia's heart melted at the sight of Josie's pitiful pout, with her ears drooping down as if one might fall off. Josie made her way over to her mother, then to her father before dropping from the ceiling, only to be effortlessly caught by Alastor. "There we go, now apologize to your dear mother right away. You've worn her out, sweetheart." Alastor hummed as he approached Julia, holding their little one in his arms.

Julia gently caressed her daughter's head as she gazed up at her with a sombre expression, her eyes filled with sadness. It was clear that Josie was feeling remorseful. Despite Josie's attempt to playfully tease her mother, Julia could sense that she wasn't in the mood for it. "It's alright, Josie. We can have fun later, but for now, it's time for bed, okay?" Julia said with a smile as she planted a kiss on Josie's forehead. Josie let out a soft coo and waved her tiny hands. Alastor led the way upstairs, with Julia following closely behind. After a day of running around, Julia required a nap herself. Alastor carefully tucked Josie in, humming one of Julia's favourite songs from her pregnancy days. As Josie's eyes grew heavy and she let out a small yawn, he kissed her on the forehead and wrapped a cozy blanket around her. He glanced over at the radio on the nightstand, snapped his fingers, and the same soothing song he was humming began to play softly in the background.

As he gazed at Josie, a surge of pride washed over him. Normally, he was the one who took lives, not brought them into existence. Julia, being an incredible woman, had bestowed upon him this blessing. It was a revelation he hadn't anticipated. He pondered whether the trait of having girls ran in his family, and if not, it must have originated from Julia's lineage. Regardless, he was far from disappointed. He knew that as Josie grew, her abilities and control over her powers would flourish. A sinister smile crept across his face as he envisioned her evolving into a formidable Overlord, just like him. Perhaps, even surpassing him in power.

Unlike most demons who had lost their souls through gambling, Josie still possessed a powerful one. Alastor couldn't help but wonder about the extent of her capabilities. The thought of the impending bloodshed excited him greatly. With Josie by his side, perhaps they could finally bring an end to the reign of the video star. Alastor silently left Josie to rest, ensuring that the door was closed behind him. He had Julia to take care of, as she had a hectic day, and both parents deserved some time alone.

Alastor playfully winked at his shadow, which mimicked the gesture before slipping under the door to watch over Josie as it always did. Upon entering the bedroom, he noticed Julia lying on the bed with her arm covering her eyes. Alastor clicked his tongue disapprovingly, approached her, and sat down beside her, placing his hands gently on her hips. "What's wrong, my love? Did our little one wear you out today?"

She slowly lifted her arm from her face and gazed up at him, wearing a weary smile. "So, what do you think? Josie wanted to stir up some trouble tonight. I'm exhausted, but sleep won't come." She let out a yawn. Alastor leaned in closer and planted a swift kiss on Julia's lips. "Oh, darling, you're completely worn out. Why don't you allow me to pamper you?" Her cheeks turned a rosy shade. "Alastor, you've done so much for me, I..." she spoke affectionately. "Hush now. My love, if I can't spoil my wife, what kind of man would I be? Besides, you've blessed me with a precious angel, so I owe you even more." He shifted and gently kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear. "And after the day you've had, you truly deserve it." His hand tenderly cupped her cheek as they shared a loving kiss.

"Honestly, I have no clue why you're so interested in this," Husker scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the bar. Charlie and Vaggie just wouldn't let up with their questions. It was starting to grate on his nerves. "Why can't you two just accept that I don't know? And why do you even care so much?" Vaggie's frown deepened as she persisted, "But you must have some idea of where he goes. Alastor disappears for hours, sometimes even days. What else could he possibly be up to?" And then Charlie chimed in, "And we've noticed you sneaking off too. Who else is going to cover the front desk if someone wants redemption?"

The Cat Demon let out a long, exaggerated sigh of annoyance. "Ugh, why does it matter where he goes? The ass clown has Overlord meetings and deals to make," Husker replied. "He's obviously up to something! You tell me!" Vaggie chimed in. "He does have his own life, you know. He doesn't have to be up your girlfriend's ass all the time just to help with this place," Husk said, giving Vaggie the side eye. Vaggie did not seem amused by that comment. "I don't think deals take days and days. And what's with the radios?" Charlie questioned.

Husk let out a frustrated groan. "Seriously, can't you two just leave it alone for a few hours? Can't you understand that he wants some privacy? Just drop it already. Alastor isn't doing anything behind your back, he's just busy, okay?" Charlie's curiosity was piqued. "Busy with what?" Charlie inquired. "Damn it, why don't you go ask him yourself? Stop bothering me, my head is pounding and your high-pitched voice is irritating." The Cat Demon grumbled, crossing his arms. Vaggie shot him a menacing glare. "Oh, we would love to ask him, but he's not here, is he? So go and find him."

The Cat Demon grumbled quietly and emerged from his hiding spot behind the bar. As the jukebox next to the bar abruptly started playing static and glitched out, emitting a growling sound, Husk winced and instinctively covered his ears. Charlie and Vaggie stared at the jukebox in disbelief, their eyes widening. "What in the world was that?" Vaggie inquired, as the growling subsided and the jukebox returned to its normal state.

Husk let out an exasperated sigh. "I have no idea, and honestly, I don't even want to know. Fine, I'll go get him, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up getting my butt kicked. If I die again, it's all on you." He entered the living room of the cabin, where the fire was still flickering, albeit slowly fading. Everything appeared normal, and Josie was nowhere to be seen. He decided it was best not to disturb Alastor or Julia, but that stubborn princess and her knight in shining armour just couldn't resist meddling. Alastor was going to be angry, judging by that strange growl, and he knew better than to bother Julia or him.

“Alastor? We've got a situation." Husk shouted, avoiding the effort of climbing the stairs. The smooth jazz music abruptly stopped, just before his ears were assaulted by the high-pitched crying. Oh no. He had woken up the baby. Folding in on himself, he used his wings as a shield and took a few steps back in horror, realizing he was in deep trouble. Upstairs, he could hear the angry tap of hooves approaching. The shadowy figure of Alastor, with his long claws and sinister grin, slithered down the stairs at an alarming speed, faster than Husk's intoxicated mind could process. It circled him, the air thick with rage, repeating the motion until Husk's head began to spin.

Alastor's expression darkened as he shifted closer, a forced smile on his face and a fierce glare in his clock-like eyes. Holding the unhappy baby in his arms, he managed to look both intimidating and irritated at the same time. Husker couldn't help but wonder how someone could appear so menacing while cradling an infant. Alastor paced back and forth; his jaw clenched tightly as he rocked Josie in his arms. "You've got some explaining to do, Husker! What could be so urgent that you had to disturb my baby? I specifically told you to only raise an alarm for fire, murder, or that treacherous picture box-headed traitor!"

Alastor settled onto the couch, gently bouncing Josie on his lap, all the while shooting a menacing glare at the intoxicated feline. The radio on the nearby end table crackled to life, but the swing music playing was barely audible due to the heavy interference. Husk couldn't determine if it was Alastor's fury or Josie's rage that was causing the disruption. Perhaps it was a combination of both? Regardless, the shrillness of the noise made him cringe as if someone had struck a match right inside his ears.

“Hey, Alastor, I swear I didn't intend to disturb her slumber! However, I was completely clueless about your whereabouts and what you and the Mrs. were up to. Charlie just wouldn't give me a break. She kept pestering me, demanding to know where on earth you kept vanishing too, and then her girlfriend threatened me with her spear." Husker's expression turned a bit gloomy. "Hahah! You're even more foolish than you appear if you couldn't even come up with a decent fib!" Alastor hissed. "And besides, it's none of their darn business, right?"

"Alastor? Is Josie alright?" Julia inquired, concern evident in her voice. Josie turned towards her mother’s voice, who stood at the foot of the stairs wearing a red robe, her arms crossed and worry etched on her face. Husk glanced between Julia and Alastor, and upon closer inspection, he noticed the Radio Demon's flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. His eyes widened as he pieced together the situation, realizing he was in trouble. Julia glanced at Husker briefly but quickly joined Alastor's side to comfort their daughter. Her face was filled with a pouty redness, and Josie's small sniffles tugged at her heartstrings. She sat beside Alastor, enveloping him and Josie in her arms, sandwiched between her mother and Alastor. She whispered soothing words to Josie, planting gentle kisses on her forehead and cheek.

“Alastor? What's happening?" She asked, gazing up at him with her innocent doe eyes, the same ones that always melt his heart. "Husker barged in without an invitation! He yelled like a banshee and woke up Josephine! All because my business partner is curious about my whereabouts! Isn't it ridiculous?" Alastor grumbled, maintaining his perpetual smile, yet she could sense his seething anger. The sound of Josie's crying gradually subsided into soft sniffles, and she appeared calmer with both her parents by her side. "Oh, is it related to Hell business?"

“My dear! Let me tell you about this ridiculous hotel I've been involved with. The princess of hell believes she can save lost souls and send them to heaven with her little redemption plan. Utterly foolish, if you ask me! But I must admit, it's quite amusing when they inevitably stumble back into the pit of failure! Hah!" He chuckled. "She truly believes she can redeem sinners, which I find rather admirable. However, isn't their previous life their only shot at redemption?" Julia pondered. "Exactly what I've been saying, my love! But that stubborn demon Belle insists otherwise. I'm just here for the entertainment!" He explained. "Um, shouldn't we be heading back? I mean, she sent me to fetch you and demand an explanation." Husker interjected awkwardly, nervously fidgeting with his claws.

Alastor let out a frustrated sigh. "Husker, I swear on everything sacred; I will strike you down! Fine! If she wants an explanation, we'll give her one! Maybe then she'll finally keep quiet and mind her own business!" A low rumble of static emanated from his chest. "Alastor, what about the rules?" Julia expressed her concern, knowing that Alastor wasn't supposed to be involved with her, let alone reveal Josie's existence. Julia understood that other demons would perceive their connection as a vulnerability for him.

“No need to fret, my dear! Charlie and her adorable friend won't spill the beans to anyone, not even her dad! Charlie is quite different from what you might imagine, she's all about the sweetness of rainbows and puppies! And babies are definitely on her list of cute things!" He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. She folded her arms. "Alastor, I won't allow you to take our baby to Hell unless I accompany you," Julia stated firmly. "Of course, my love. Now, fetch me the harness and the baby bag. We're embarking on a little adventure!"

Husker appeared bewildered. Was he losing his marbles? This situation was precarious, but everyone understood the consequences of crossing paths with Alastor. However, it was Julia, being human, that concerned him the most. As she hurried upstairs, Alastor entrusted Josie to the Cat Demon. "Could you please hold her for a moment? You did disrupt her nap after all! We won't be long!"

Alastor spun around swiftly and followed Julia as they ascended the staircase. Husker glanced down at Josie, who shot him a disdainful glare with her fiery red eyes as if her gaze could pierce through his soul. Josie hissed menacingly, revealing her razor-sharp teeth. "Well, damn. Uh, sorry about that, kiddo." Josie's eyes flickered with a deep scarlet hue, and a mischievous smile, just like her powerful Overlord father. Out of the corner of his eye, Husker caught sight of a shadow, taking the form of a deer, its mouth opening to reveal rows of needle-like teeth. "Oh, shit."

The shadow lunged forward, its head lowered, and made a beeline for him. Whether it was transparent or not, the pain was excruciating when its teeth sank into his side. Husker couldn't defend himself much, as his arms were occupied. He had no choice but to endure the agony. As he winced, Josie, with her innocent delight, clapped her tiny hands. "I was wondering what all that commotion was! Bravo! You did an amazing job, my little one!" Alastor praised her, his smile beaming. "It's easy for you to say, I'm bleeding!" Husker groaned. "Nobody asked about your problems!" Alastor grinned widely.

Vaggie questioned, "Do you believe he ditched us?" Charlie quickly responded, "I highly doubt it! Well, I hope not?" Vaggie expressed her frustration, "I'm pretty sure he'd avoid our questions at all costs! Ugh, I warned you about letting Alastor in!"

Both of them perked up, their attention drawn to the sound of many footsteps approaching the hotel's entrance. Husker walked in, clutching his side and covering it with a towel. Concern filled Charlie's voice as she asked, "What happened to you?" With a huff, he replied, "I don't want to talk about it," retreating behind the bar counter to pour himself a much-needed drink after a tumultuous night. Meanwhile, Alastor strode into the hotel, exuding pride, with a mysterious cloaked figure on his arm.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up! If you want to go on your little killing spree, be my guest! But you can't just abandon your responsibilities whenever you feel like it! We have a hotel to run and..." Julia lowered her hood, leaving Vaggie utterly stunned. She was human?! Alastor had a beautiful woman by his side. "Alastor! What the hell were you thinking? Bringing a human down here?! Do you even realize the trouble we'd be in if..."

“I guess I owe you both an explanation, don't I? Although, what I do in my free time is none of your business! But you've been so persistent!" His eye twitched. "However, if either of you breathe a word to anyone, I'll ensure this place goes down in flames before it even takes off!" Charlie approached Julia with a warm smile. "Hey there, I'm Charlie. Sorry about Vaggie, she can be a little overprotective! Um, I apologize for staring, but are you a human?" Julia nodded. "Yes, I'm Julia, Alastor's wife!" She extended her hand, revealing her wedding band. "Wife?!" Vaggie, Angel, and Charlie exclaimed in astonishment.

Angel confidently approached a smirk playing on his lips. "Is this the reason for your rejection? I didn't realize you already had someone." Alastor's expression darkened. "Watch your tongue, Angel! My wife is a respectable woman and deserves to be treated as such!" Angel simply shrugged, chuckling. "Well then sweetheart? I'm curious to meet the woman who caught the attention of the Radio Demon. I always thought he was just an arrogant jerk, but I guess I was mistaken."

Alastor proudly introduced his wife and soulmate, Julia, to Charlie and Vaggie. His eyes sparkled with love and determination as he declared, "She was my beloved wife when I was alive, and she still is. I refuse to leave her side, no matter what rules I have to break." Julia’s eyes widened in surprise at his bold declaration.

“Oh Vaggie, look at that! I knew he had a heart after all! Welcome to the hotel, Julia. Alastor must have filled you in on my plans, right?" Julia nodded in agreement. "Yes, he did. And I must say, I admire your goals. It's refreshing to see some humanity down here." Charlie smiled proudly. Angel raised an eyebrow. "Hey, not to interrupt, but your cloak is moving?" "Ah, yes! This is just one of the many things keeping me busy. I have my hands full, and I'm not sure why you need my help. It's just you and Angel here, after all!" Alastor explained.

Alastor's heart swelled with pride as he proudly displayed Julia, feeling a sense of joy in finally being able to show her off. It was something he couldn't do on the surface for obvious reasons. Gently lifting the cloak she wore, he revealed little Josie, who had transformed into her more hellish appearance. With red locks similar to Alastor's and red eyes, but adorned with numerous little white spots like fawns. Although Josie typically remained in this form, it seemed to be even more pronounced in the underworld.

Vaggie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, my goodness! Vaggie, look at how adorable she is! It's a girl, right?" Charlie exclaimed with excitement. Alastor nodded proudly. "This is my precious daughter, Josephine! Isn't she as beautiful as I am? Husker and Nifty have been lending a hand in taking care of her. She can be quite a handful!" The Radio Demon chuckled as Julia adjusted her cloak, holding Josie in her arms. Confusion filled Josie's gaze as she looked up at Charlie and Vaggie. "No way?" Vaggie felt a headache coming on, and suddenly everything made sense. Why Alastor would disappear and the strange radio interference? "Oh my gosh! Can I hold her? Please, please, please!" Charlie pleaded; her hands clasped together. Julia smiled and passed Josie to her, and Charlie's face lit up with joy as she carefully cradled the baby in her arms. "I've never seen a real baby before! Well, it's not surprising since there aren't many babies down here. Most sinners can't have children."

Alastor beamed with pride as Charlie excitedly cradled Josie, her face lit up with pure joy. She couldn't contain her excitement, bouncing on her toes and letting out delighted squeals at the sheer adorableness of the baby. Josie responded with a smile and cooed, feeling a sense of trust towards Charlie that even Julia hadn't anticipated. It was as if she had a sixth sense about people. Angel approached Julia and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Well, well, looks like he got you too, huh? Who would've thought he had it in him? So, spill the beans, what's he like in bed?" Alastor swiftly swatted away the Spider's hand with his microphone staff, then pulled Julia closer to his side once more. Vaggie let out a soft sigh as she gently stroked Josie between her ears. "Alright, so you're not a heartless jerk, but Alastor, do you realize how risky this is?"

“I couldn't care less," he replied, tilting his head. "I am content with my decisions, thank you! She won't be a problem, I assure you! As long as both of you keep quiet, we won't have any issues!" The Radio Demon leaned in with a menacing look in his eyes. "Do not take her out of the hotel and don't get too comfortable seeing her! I only brought her here to stop you both from bothering me and my minions!" Charlie glanced at Julia. "Is she human or a full demon?" Julia smiled and planted a kiss on her daughter's head. "Mostly demon, her powers would have been too obvious. But she only appears human when we're above ground." Angel folded his arms. "Can I hold her?" Alastor's head whipped around so quickly that Julia thought she heard his neck crack. "No! I have no idea where those dirty hands have been!"

Julia was taken aback by Alastor's unexpected involvement in the redemption hotel project. From what Vaggie had mentioned, it seemed like he didn't fully grasp its potential. Despite knowing Alastor's immense power as a demon, which seemed to have influenced her daughter, she found solace in the fact that he chose to spend most of his time there. It felt like the only haven in Hell. Charlie's kindness reassured her, especially when she entrusted Josie to her care. Watching Vaggie play with little Josie brought a smile to Julia's face, although Nifty was always close by to keep an eye on her. Angel's inappropriate questions made Julia uncomfortable, but Alastor was quick to intervene and steer her away from the flirtatious Spider. There was a noticeable shift in Alastor's demeanour ever since he brought Julia down to Hell.

Despite always wearing his trademark smile, she could easily see through it. Vaggie and Charlie graciously offered Julia a room for the night, but Alastor insisted she stay with him, claiming she was his beloved wife. Angel tried to make light of the situation, only to be silenced by Alastor's menacing shadow. Sitting by the crackling fireplace, Alastor and Julia were close, with him watching Josie intently from the corner of his eye.

Oh, the anticipation of the day when she would grow up and revel in tormenting souls for her pleasure! Would she inherit his knack for making deals too? With Josie's existing power, it wouldn't be long before she became an Overlord herself. The thought of working together with her to dominate for centuries filled him with excitement. He could already envision the chaos, the hellfire, and the cries of the damned. How proud he would be to guide Josie in embracing it all. Julia's gentle touch brought him back to reality, her concerned blue eyes staring up at him.

“What's the matter, my love? Cheer up, sweetheart." He gently placed his hand on her cheek, and she leaned into his touch before reaching up to brush a stray hair away from his face. "Alastor, you look a bit tense." Julia had a way of understanding him like no one else, always so perceptive. Her observation only served to highlight to him how close he was to losing his temper. Alastor leaned in closer to her ear. "Do I need to remind you, my dear? We were interrupted by that pesky cat."

Julia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had been so preoccupied with Josie that she had completely forgotten how easily irritated Alastor could get. He hadn't even had the chance to undress her before the shouting began. Josie had been woken up after Julia had spent hours trying to put her to bed. Despite neither of them having a high sex drive, Alastor still had his needs. He may not always express them openly, but he could never resist Julia, and she felt the same way about him. Alastor had admitted numerous times that he couldn't get enough of her, which always left Julia feeling flustered.

Julia couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched Alastor, the powerful Overlord, falter in her presence. The idea of reducing someone as feared as him to such a state was exhilarating. With newfound confidence, she teased him, "Why not unleash the demon within, Alastor?" His ears twitched at her words, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Let me see the fearsome Overlord that everyone trembles before." His cheeks turned a shade of red as he hesitated, "My dear, are you certain? My true form is much more monstrous and imposing than you can imagine."

"Alastor, my love for you is unwavering. You're still the dashing man I fell in love with," Julia whispered affectionately, planting a gentle kiss on his nose. Alastor felt a surge of joy ripple through his body, causing his spine to tingle and his heart to flutter. In an instant, he sprang to his feet, faster than Julia could even blink. Charlie, noticing the sudden movement, raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Is everything alright?" Alastor beamed with excitement and replied, "Absolutely, Charlie! Could you do me a favour and put Josephine to bed? Husker rudely woke her up! Oh, and I apologize for my daughter's biting habit. She inherited that from me! Hahah!" Alastor tightly gripped his microphone staff, his voice filled with urgency. "If you need any assistance, just call for Nifty!" As if on cue, Nifty hurried to Charlie's side, eagerly offering to take Josie from her.

Alastor struggled to maintain his composure, his antlers growing slightly larger as he groaned quietly. Julia followed him up the stairs, bidding goodnight to everyone with a smile. As they reached his room, Alastor wasted no time in sweeping Julia off her feet and carrying her bridal style. "You little minx, teasing me in front of everyone," he playfully scolded. Hastening down the hallway, Julia knew exactly how to push his buttons. She grinned and planted a kiss on his forehead. "You deserve to be spoiled too, my dear."

Alastor's chest emitted a soft purr, a deep rumble that resonated through the room. His ears folded back, and a blush of lighter red spread across his face. "Darling, it's been far too long since our last encounter, hasn't it?" he murmured. "But are you certain you're ready to experience the more perilous side of me?" Julia nodded.

With a graceful wave of his hand, the door to his lavish hotel room swung open effortlessly, as if obeying his every command. Alastor wasted no time in kicking it shut, the lock clicking into place behind them. The room exuded opulence; its walls adorned in rich velvet with elegant gold trim. Above the bed, a magnificent chandelier crafted entirely from fallen antlers cast a mesmerizing glow. As Alastor stepped inside, the lights flickered on, almost as if they were extending a warm welcome.

Alastor carefully placed Julia on the bed's edge before stepping back to admire the scene in front of him. His cherished wife, the stunning woman who had given birth to his child, looked as radiant as the first day he saw her. The room exuded the scent of oak and a hint of copper, making Julia feel enveloped by his presence alone. A luxurious oak dresser stood in front of the bed, topped with a radio, while a balcony on the far left led to a radio tower.

Alastor couldn't help but notice the slight bags under Julia's eyes and her slightly dishevelled hair, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. He had fallen head over heels for her, something he never thought would happen. While he had always been contending with the idea of being alone, Julia had captured his heart. Now, he couldn't imagine his afterlife without her. Maybe he should have a conversation with Lilith, just to ensure that Julia would be by his side for eternity. He knew she would understand. Julia blushed, folding her legs and arms, trying to make herself smaller. "What are you looking at?" Alastor chuckled, his laughter bringing her comfort. "Oh, my dear, no need to be so shy. I'm just admiring you." Julia smiled, and it was still one of his favourite things about her. "Now, my love, I want to ask you one last time. Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want to scare you."

She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Alastor, I adore every inch of you. Don't worry, I trust you completely. Show me that mischievous side of yours." Alastor felt a warmth in his heart as a shiver ran down his spine. This side of him was usually feared, only emerging when he needed to control the souls he possessed or ward off unwanted visitors. But for her? She would always experience the gentle touch of the Radio Demon.

Alastor's head whirled, his antlers sprouting into an eerie tangle of horns that twisted in unnatural directions. The dials within his eyes became more pronounced, emanating a deep scarlet glow that cast a crimson hue upon everything around him. His body elongated, transforming him into a towering, spindly figure. His neck stretched and contorted at an odd angle, while his smile widened to almost consume half of his face. The prominent X on his forehead seemed to pulsate with intensity, as if demanding attention. His presence loomed over Julia, forcing him to stoop slightly due to his newfound height. A dark aura enveloped him, and if she strained her eyes, she could discern peculiar red symbols flickering behind him. For anyone else, this would have been a terrifying sight, a true embodiment of nightmares. But for Julia, her heart raced with exhilaration, realizing that perhaps she possessed a darker nature than she had previously acknowledged. Despite the frightful appearance, she knew deep down that it was still her beloved husband, the man who showered her with love and affection.

Alastor, the man who haunted her dreams, and her devoted husband. No matter how he appeared, he remained as handsome as ever. Just the sight of him was enough to make her heart skip a beat and ignite a fire within her. "Alastor, come here," Julia said with a flushed face, using her finger to beckon him closer. Alastor felt a familiar chill as he crawled towards her, emitting a low purr that filled the room. She gently touched his face, mindful of his razor-sharp teeth, and looked into his eyes filled with delight and desire. "Darling, I am unworthy of you. If you'll have me, I would be honoured to have you," he spoke in a deep, rumbling voice that resonated throughout the room, causing her to tremble in a good way. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips, and he eagerly returned the affection.

Downstairs in the lobby, the lights started to flicker, casting an eerie glow across the room. Some of the lower-hanging lights swayed back and forth, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Angel Dust quickly sat up, his eyes darting around with concern. "What the hell is going on? Is that snake bitch causing trouble again? Or is this some kind of damn earthquake?" Vaggie looked up, her expression filled with worry. "No, you moron! We don't get earthquakes down here. It's probably those demons having another one of their turf wars!" Charlie held Josie tightly, her protective instincts kicking in. She glanced around, her voice filled with uncertainty. "This close to the hotel?" Vaggie let out a tired sigh. "Who knows anymore." Charlie couldn't help but notice that Josie seemed completely unfazed by the flickering lights and the commotion. The baby clapped her tiny hands, and miraculously, the flickering stopped. Josie's smile widened, revealing her two adorable fangs, before she clapped her hands again. Suddenly, the jukebox by Husker's bar sprang to life, filling the air with lively swing music. Charlie turned to Vaggie, excitement in her voice. "Did you see that, Vaggie?"

"Hmm, could it have been her?" Husk leaned against the bar, a drink in hand. "You know, that little one can do some surprising things. I've seen her tear the mailman apart." Vaggie's eyes widened in disbelief. Charlie glanced at the Cat Demon with concern, then down at the baby she held, shocked. "Well, they're not as cute as they seem, huh?"

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Dear Y/N

My dearest love,

From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that my entire existence had been leading up to that moment. You are the light in my dark soul, the breath in my dead lungs, and the reason that I fight against the forces that seek to devour me. I will tear down the walls of Heaven and Hell itself to keep you safe and by my side. You are mine, forever and always. Whenever we are apart, I feel like a piece of me is missing. My heart aches for your presence, my soul yearns for your touch. I find myself consumed by thoughts of you, my every waking moment filled with visions of your smile, the sound of your laughter, and the beauty of your being. You are the one true love of my eternal existence, and I am forever bound to you, body, heart, and soul.

I am consumed by thoughts of you. Your smile, your laugh, the scent of your hair, it all drives me wild with desire. I crave your touch and your voice, it is like a drug that I cannot resist. I would do anything to hear you say my name in that sweet, sultry voice. I would rip out my own heart and lay it at your feet if it meant that you would look upon me with even a modicum of affection. My darling love, I cannot stand the thought of you being touched by another person. The mere idea of another's fingers on your skin fills me with a blinding rage. No one else is worthy of your attention and affection, only I can truly make you happy. I will destroy anyone who stands in our way, whether they be an angel from heaven or a demon from hell. I will do whatever it takes to keep you in my grasp. Never forget that.

I dream of the moment when I can hold you in my arms and never let go. I imagine the taste of your lips and the feel of your body against mine. I want to explore every inch of you, to map out every curve and crevice, to possess you utterly and completely. I would give up everything, my power, my soul, my very existence just to spend eternity with you. My love for you is a fire that cannot be extinguished, it burns hotter than the flames of hell itself. My love, I cannot sleep at night. Every second that I am apart from you is agony. My mind is consumed with thoughts of you, it is as if the entire universe has ceased to exist and only you remain. I hear your voice in my head even when you are not around, it is a sweet melody that I cannot resist. You are the reason I continue to exist, the beating heart in my lifeless chest. Without you, I am nothing, a hollow shell of a soul.

I would give up everything for you. My power, my immortality, even my soul. All I want is your love and your acceptance. I would crawl through fire and brimstone a thousand times over if it meant that I could feel your lips on mine. With every breath you take and every step you take, I will be there watching over you and protecting you. I am your guardian, your knight in the darkness, your loyal servant. All I ask is that you return my love if only a little. Every waking moment, my thoughts are consumed with images of you in my arms, your body pressed against mine in an embrace that will never end. I yearn to hear your voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear, to taste your lips upon mine in a kiss that will leave us both breathless. All I want is to give you the world and everything in it. I will make all of your dreams come true if only you will allow me to love you and worship you as the goddess that you are.

There is no limit to my devotion to you. I would slay a million demons and fight a thousand angels to keep you safe. I would travel through the depths of the underworld, searching for the key to my own freedom, just to be able to stand beside you in the light. My love is all-consuming, my desire for you is unquenchable. I will do anything to make you happy, anything to see a smile on your face. I swear this to you on all that is holy and damned alike. I would suffer a thousand deaths to be reborn by your side. I would walk through the void for eternity to spend even a single moment with you. My love for you is endless and unshakeable, a flame that burns eternally hotter than any fire of hell. Nothing will ever come between us, not even the might of heaven and hell combined. You are my weakness and my strength all at once, and I am powerless to resist you. You are my everything, my obsession, my reason for being. Please, my love, hold me in your arms and never let go.

My adoration for you has no bounds. I would spend eternity in darkness, enduring endless torment, if it meant that I could live a single day with you. Your existence ignites a fire within me, a fire that burns hotter and fiercer than any flame. I would lay waste to worlds and tear apart the very fabric of reality itself if it brought you even a taste of happiness. My love for you is stronger than any weapon, any force, any magic in all of creation - it is truly unbreakable. The thought of losing you is more than I can bear. I would rather burn in the flames of hell for eternity than live a moment without you by my side. I long for the taste of your lips, the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice. I am nothing without you, a mere shadow of a creature, without any purpose or sense of direction. You are my world, my sun, my moon, my everything. I love you with every fiber of my being and would do anything to keep you here, in my arms.

I will forever be yours, my love. Always and completely. I will fight for you, die for you, and live for you. With all my affection, Your forever devil.

Spawn

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keicordelle · 9 months

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The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Aging

Keshet peered at his reflection in the mirror, tilting his chin just so until he could see the scales that crawled up his neck and over his jaw. Swaths of skin peeked between the black, brown eddies and swirls of vulnerability tucked between the encroaching plates. Were the patches between his scales smaller than they were before?

Maybe. He couldn't really tell. The spikes on his chin and the jut of his horns made it difficult to see his own neck, let alone try to examine it in detail. He dragged a finger along the narrow patch of exposed skin on the side of his throat, trying to judge if the rough edge of scales rubbed further in along the pad of his finger than it used to.

"Cut yourself while shaving?" a wry voice asked, and if Keshet really had been holding a razor, he would have slit his damned throat with how hard he jumped. He twisted to find Thancred standing in the doorway, hip cocked and arms crossed over his chest as he leaned in the frame. Laughter twinkled in his eyes as he watched Keshet's reaction, but he was polite enough not to comment.

Keshet grimaced at him. "Of course not. Do you think these scales are denser than they used to be?"

Thancred squinted at his neck, tilting his head and chewing on his lip for a long moment before offering an easy shrug. "I don't know. I'm not in the habit of staring at your neck."

"What about my horns? Do you think they're longer?"

"Uh, no? What's gotten into you? Did you find a grey hair or something?"

Thancred was not actually expecting the muttered, "Something like that," he received in response.

"Wait, really? How would you ever know, in all that hair?"

"Au Ra don't go grey," Keshet explained absentmindedly, poking at the caps on his horns. Was it just his imagination or were they more snug than they used to be? "Well, we do, but not as early as you do. But our scales and our horns never stop growing, so you can judge our age based on how much skin we still have exposed or by the length of our horns. Old Au Ra end up practically covered in scales, and their horns can get so long it causes health problems. Never been much of an issue among my people, since we don't usually make it to old age, but I've seen some of the elders of the other tribes, so I know what to look for."

"Uh...huh. And you're worried you're getting old all of a sudden?"

Keshet looked up from his own reflection long enough to frown at Thancred. "Not worried. Just... noticing. It's been no small number of years now since I came to Eorzea, but I'm only just now realizing how much that time has changed me. Inside and out."

Thancred's expression softened. "Ah. Well, if it makes you feel any better, you'll always be a young whippersnapper by my standards. Hell, I'm another 5 years older than you now than I was when we met! And unless you go spending all your free time on other shards without us, I don't think you're likely to catch up any time soon." Keshet chuckled, a paltry, half-hearted sound, but he didn't look quite as concerned as he had a moment ago, so Thancred counted it as a win. "But... if you ever want to talk, I'm here," he added gently.

"Thanks," Keshet said, offering him a half-smile. After a beat, the other corner of his mouth quirked up as well, and he grinned. "Besides, next to a bunch of white- and grey-haired cronies like you all, I'm bound to look like the youngest forever."

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 1 year

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For drabble request: vash using his gun as a baton for the first time

wc: 709 canon: tristamp with some 1998 elements featuring: brad being a dad and also lots of firearm talk, of course

there's always another way, kid

vash dislikes firearms for many reasons. first of all, they're heavy, and vash already has to carry around enough on his wandering throughout the desert. second of all, it's basically impossible to use one without hurting people. it's the first thing luida had told him when they'd staggered back to seed03 together, covered in blood and reeling still: "vash, don't you ever point that at someone you're not prepared to shoot."

third of all--and this is the worst part, the part that makes his skin crawl--they're surprisingly fun to shoot.

he's never going to like having to use a gun. that's just...not happening ever. but he needs a weapon if he's going to find his brother again, and he's going to need it to beat some sense into nai--because let's be honest, nothing less than that can turn his brother back from the path he's on--so he carries the revolver on his hip and tries not to think about how much he likes pressing down on the trigger.

vash doesn't want to hurt anyone. he's absolutely not going to kill anyone, because nai went and wracked up enough bad karma for a million years, and because he just doesn't want to. no amount of begging and pleading from nai is ever going to change that.

he holds that in his mind every time he practices with the gun and feels a sharp flicker of satisfaction at the bang, at the hole that appears in the little wood targets he uses, at the smell of gunpowder and the way it kicks in his hands. he's not going to kill anyone with this. he's not.

it was nai who wanted to be a cowboy, vash thinks bitterly. and look where they ended up.

he tells all this to brad one night, hiding his face in shame. he's expecting censure. at the very least, a stern sigh. but instead, the incredulous noise of brad's laughter fills the room, and vash springs up, startled.

"that's it?" asks brad, eyes crinkling in sardonic amusement. "that's what's been eating you for the last few days? damn, kid, thought you'd killed someone and you needed help hiding the body."

"of course not," mutters vash. "but--doesn't the fact that i enjoy it--doesn't that mean i could?"

"nah," says brad easily. "look, whoever said you had to shoot people with this thing anyway?"

vash blinks at him, and brad takes the gun in his hand. he pops the cylinder to dump out all the bullets first, then hefts it in his hand. "see, it's got a solid kind of weight to it," he says. "if you're not scared of getting up close with someone, you could just smack them."

"would that even work?" vash asks, dubious.

"sure, it'd work," says brad.

and that's how they end up in seed03's little gym room with luida scrolling through old earth videos on her tablet. "people have used solid batons for...forever," she says, considering. "vash, look into escrima and ryukyu martial arts when you get the chance."

"i'm more of an engineer than a fighter," says brad, leaning up against the wall. "when steve wakes up, you can ask him for tips--i know he was a martial arts guy on the side. for now, i'm sure you can figure things out."

"you're a smart cookie, vash," says luida earnestly. "you've got this."

vash is skeptical at first. the revolver, boxy as it is, doesn't really lend itself being swung around, and he keeps nearly dropping it instead of hitting the rubber dummy in front of him.

"try holding it backwards," calls luida.

and then--somehow--it clicks. the balance is much better this way, and while it's still clunky, still awkward, there's potential here. he clocks the dummy across the temple and looks at brad, hope swelling in his chest like a balloon.

brad, even with his arms crossed and looking stern as ever, softens a little at the edges. "see?" he says, sounding just the slightest bit proud. "there's always another way, kid."

vash grins at him, and then looks down at the revolver in his hand. this will get him to knives, he promises silently. it'll take him all the way to his brother. he'll make sure of it.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #brad trigun

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usagimen · 1 year

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@grievice: ❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜ // from Naoya !

𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, bone begins to seep into the crevices of her throat. There’s a quietness that cannot be explained, the bronze mirror that shatters in her grasp && bondage that was long discarded as the fire ate away at each ribbon. I love you, she remembers the words so pure as day, the excitement of a young girl’s heart flutters who against the summer wind. She wishes to bark but somehow, she cannot speak. It is the same as before, when the dawn hit && her battered form dragged itself home, humiliated && disgraced but the difference is they stare in awe. Lacquered floors where time has remained preserved, nothing changes, not even the taste of bitter tea. Children that could not fathom the weight of fate, the road ahead that was determined before birth, all her life she had tried to flee.

Couldn’t he understand? She was bound to no one, nothing, not even this land that beckoned her. Hush whispers speak of a time that now will equate to turmoil, a ceaseless power grab where she laughs, could any of them realize the weight such strength brought? It was miserable. “Why does your family insist on summoning me? I have no words or need to explain myself, they are among us all who shall witness a sight unlike any other” finally, she speaks, words that crawl from her lips like a serpent against the tall blades of grass. She sits regal, no longer a trembling rabbit who is filled with anxiety, heart pattering so fiercely it may rupture within her chest.

Everything aches, the greatness of a wound that keeps on bleeding, even when pressure is applied. Furious, seething, venomous green that bleeds into the same reflection though it beckons the same question she had asked since youth; why must you deceive me? Palms that outstretch to cusp his jawline, if only she had the strength to squeeze, yet they would damn each other before the last breath. I love you, when she was foolish, holding onto the belief of a beautiful life. One where she was adorned in jewels, the finest of luxuries, happy children that would encircle her with a blissful life - she loathed this version who fed into the belief he would give her an entirety of flowers in exchange for her affection.

When the seasons would change, the grounds scattered in the purest of white, she found herself sinking into the abyssal shadows, drowning with no resistance. How long had it remained such? She no longer could remember. The maiden who lived amongst wolves, ever blissful when they bit && gnawed at her flesh. “I know, this was not the life we both wished for, is it?” hollow laughter that seldom reaches the expression upon her pale demeanor. Melancholy that imbued itself to the soul, penetrating deep as she yearned to awaken from this nightmare, the past for which she clung to searing itself into the confines of her being.

“You still clutch tightly to me as if at any second, this could all end. I’m sorry, I cannot be the bride you desired” into the ruins she would escape, a part of her that pondered the possibility of what could have been. In another life, would both families entwined together? The sorrow that plagued her cast aside, only splendor && succor. Warmth that would be entwined upon features, the future that could never be somehow remained bitter upon the tongue. This sickness that afflicted them both, she holds tight, wishing her lungs would collapse but he still smells like the tobacco they adored.

“I love you though this cannot be” forever apart, longing in the distance where none could touch her - not even him.

darker vibes only. (accepting)

#grievice #––– ❛ answered ask 【 broken seals. 】#pre-culling game.#// very emo about them along with their families curses #// the intensity of both their hopes though not being able to achieve it together #// s o b them personally cursing one another!!!

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seongoftheheart · 2 years

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The Costa on the Corner of Royal Parade

Woosan drabble (600 words)

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Wooyoung's watch told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's brain told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's friends told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture (via an instagram groupchat). Wooyoung's heart told him he had forever.

The line for the Costa on the corner of Royal Parade street was always pretty lengthy whenever he walked past it. Now he was actually here, it seemed even longer. He just wanted his damn mocha, wanted it ever since his best friend Yeosang had informed him that caffienated hot chocolate did in fact exist. Honestly, whoever had invented it needed a big kiss right on the lips.

Wooyoung was at the end of a very long, very arduous and very grueling project that he had been procrastinating for months. Now the end of it was only a couple of days away, he had been cramming and drawing non-stop for it, pushing through about seven different levels of exhaustion and burn out and triggering at least fifteen separate breakdowns. It had been a stressful couple of weeks.

But now it was nearly over, and he was taking a very, very well deserved, not at all problem-avoiding break to go and try a mocha and sit up on the grassy hill of Plymouth Hoe while staring out at the sea and hopefully attracting someone with his mysterious good looks and his mysterious aura and his mysterious coffee alone. It had also been a lonely few weeks (months).

"Hey, how can I help you?" the tired but chirpy lady behind the till asked. Wooyoung woke up from his drifting thoughts and looked at the menu, as if he hadn't been rehearsing what he was going to say for the past twenty minutes.

"Hi, can I have a regular mocha please?" he prayed he was pronouncing it right.

The lady smiled. "And is that to drink in or take away?"

"Uhhh, take away, please."

"Alright, that'll be three pound eighty, please."

Wooyoung's hands shook as he searched his wallet for the coins. He was taking too long, this was so awkward, why didn't he just have the money in his hands ready-

A coin slipped from his sweaty palm and clattered to the floor, skittering a little way away. Immediately flushing bright red and stuttering an apology, Wooyoung bent swiftly, trying to locate the errant pound. Of course the worst had had to happen, he might as well just crawl into a hole and die now.

"Here you go."

Someone else had picked up Wooyoung's money, and was now offering it to him from their palm. He shot up quickly, face burning as his voice shook slightly over the multitude of apologies tumbling from his lips. He grabbed the pound and stared resolutely at the floor, bobbing his head in thanks. The stranger laughed lightly.

"Why are you apologising?" his voice was soft and quiet, with a teasing lilt of laughter to it. Wooyoung glanced up in a brief show of courage. The stranger just had to be pretty too, huh? Cute dimples, soft brown hair carefully styled with a bleached lock curving into his eyes, glasses perched on his nose. Smiling eyes. Fuck.

Wooyoung blinked and turned away quickly, back to the cashier lady who was looking at them with a strange cross of boredom and entertainment on her face. He handed over the money quickly and took his receipt, stepping to the side slightly to wait for his coffee. This only brought him closer to the pretty stranger, who was still looking at him with a smile dancing on his lips. Wooyoung studied the floor.

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kind of doxxing myself w/ this one??? anyways, i keep forgetting abt this account then coming back to it, its giving me whiplash. hi. im back. hello (´▽｀；)ゞ

this one is based on a true story, actually. im an exhausted art student, who was running horrifically late on a project, and i was out of my mind w/ stress. i did, in fact, try a mocha for the first time (it was gross and nothing like caffienated hot chocolate), and the whole interaction between woo and san actually happened between me and a maccies employee (he was cute but i never saw him again, unlike wooyoung who went and sat on the Hoe (which is a big area of tarmac, grass, and an old war memorial, all overlooking the sea), he drank his mocha and hated it, then San ran into him again and they started talking and Woo got his number and they went on some dates then became boyfriends and lived happily ever after the end).

im also gonna be crossposting my inktober art from my insta and twt over to here too, so look forward to that ig?? lots more of woosan, and seongjoong and yoonmin and changlix and more. thats all for now ig?? see u soon :>

#woosan #ateez #에이티즈 #wooyoung #san #kpop #ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #우영 #산 #우산 #ateez woosan #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #jung wooyoung #choi san #최산 #정우영

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cringemesstickles · 1 year

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Play With Me, De!

Summary: Sam wants to play but Dean is doing something so he breaks out the puppy dog eyes and Dean caves. [Weechesters]

Pairings: None (obviously)

Word Count: 1,253

A/N: this is one of my favorites because idk it’s just soft and they’re smol and don’t have any big problems yet. 🥲

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Dean sat at the kitchen table in their current motel room, cleaning the guns.

John was off on a hunting trip, leaving Dean to take care of Sam as usual.

Sam was pretty mellow for most of the day; watching Scooby Doo or Looney Tunes or whatever was on, Dean wasn’t really paying attention, only looking up every now and then to make sure Sam wasn’t dying.

However, he knew that the silence wouldn’t last forever; cartoons could only entertain his little brother for so long.

He knew the time was up when he heard the pitter patter of little feet approaching the kitchen table before Sam was in front of him with an energetic smile.

He looked down at his little brother and set down the gun that he was cleaning.

“What’s up, Sammy?”

“Play with me, De!” Sam bounced on the balls of his feet.

“Sorry Sammy, but I’m kind of busy right now.”

The youngest pouted, the sparkle in his eye disappearing instantly.

“Please De?..”

He tried clinging to the fabric of his older brother’s jeans, giving him the best puppy eyes he could muster.

Dean took one look and could already feel his heart melting.

Surely he could make some time for his brother; especially if he was gonna keep giving him that sad puppy look.

Sam could get Dean to do whatever he wanted as long as he had those damn puppy dog eyes;

they were Dean’s biggest weakness and Sam knew it.

“Come on Sam…Don’t make that face..” He tried his best to look away but found it nearly impossible.

“Please play with me, De..”

And just like that, Dean caved.

“Okay okay… I’ll play with you Sammy.”

The sparkle in Sam’s eyes returned as he grabbed Dean’s hand and dragged him to the living room.

“Alright Sammy, what do you wanna play?” He watched his little brother think, concentration clear in his face.

Eventually, all Sam said was - “I don’t know.” - with a slight shrug.

Dean raised a brow.

“You’re telling me you broke out the puppy dog eyes and you don’t even know what you want to play?”

The exasperation in his voice made Sam giggle.

Upon hearing the adorable sound, Dean knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“Oh you think this is funny, Sam? Pulling your big brother away from his work? Is that funny to you, Sammy?”

Sam giggled even more, shaking his head and trying to cover his mouth.

Dean growled playfully, scooping his little brother up in his arms and dumping him on one of the nearby beds; heart melting at the childish giggles that fell from the younger’s mouth, despite not being tickled yet.

“Well Sammy, since you like to laugh so much, how about we pay a visit to an old friend~”

The elder growled in the crook of his brother’s neck, making him squeal and giggle helplessly.

“De!”

“Sorry Sammy, De’s not here, but d’you know who is?”

Sam’s giggles raised in volume and he shook his head.

“Well get ready Sammy, it’s..”

He paused for dramatic effect.

“The tickle monster!” He roared, raising his hands and making claws before digging into his brother’s sides.

Sam squealed, giggles turning to loud bubbly laughter.

“De, noho tihihihickles!” He pushed at the offending hands, a bright smile and rosy cheeks decorating his face.

Dean felt his big brother heart swell with love and affection for his precious little brother;

the brother he would give his life to protect.

“Yes tickles!” He tweaked his brother’s ribs, eliciting yelps and squeaks.

Sam kicked his little legs and squirmed about, unable to escape his brother’s clutches.

“What’s so funny Sammy? Does this tickle? I bet it does!” Dean teased and switched to spidering, smile widening at the little snort that escaped the younger’s mouth.

“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THEHERE!!” The little boy shrieked at the ticklish feelings crawling on his skin, his face reddening from all the laughing.

“The tickle monster tickles wherever he wants!”

Dean growled playfully.

“Lucky for you though, he’s bored of this spot and will in fact be tickling elsewhere…”

He looked at the sliver of exposed skin where the kids shirt had ridden up from the squirming and he grinned.

“How about…here?” He poked Sam’s tummy repeatedly and watched the kid squeak with each poke.

“EEK- It t-tihihickles!” Sam squirmed and batted at the hands.

Dean snorted. “No way, really? That’s crazy, Sammy.”

He stopped poking and formed claws with his hands, wiggling his fingers just over the sensitive spot.

Sam’s eyes widened comically and his laughter became more frantic.

The older Winchester laughed with his brother, finding the reactions adorable.

“Sammy, I’m not touching you.” Dean laughed fondly.

He dove his fingers down and retracted them at the last minute making Sam fall into helpless laughter.

“I’m gonna get your tummy, Sammy~” He sang teasingly, knowing just how to get his little brother worked up.

Sam covered his face with his hands, a snort escaping him as he squirmed helplessly.

“De, plehehease!”

Having decided that he shouldn’t keep the kid waiting any longer, he dug both claw shaped hands into the soft tummy, eliciting a loud squeal followed by bright bubbly laughter.

“DEHEHEHE! NOT MY TUMMEEHEHEE!!”

Sam bucked and squirmed instinctively.

His tummy had always been extremely sensitive; Dean loves to tickle him there because it always gets the cutest reactions.

Dean knew Sam loved getting his tummy tickled as much as Dean loved tickling it, so it was a win win.

“Aww, Sammy~” He rucked Sam’s shirt up to his ribs so his belly was completely exposed.

The older Winchester leaned down and nuzzled the boy’s stomach, growling against the sensitive skin while Sam screeched at the ticklish vibrations.

“Uh oh Sammy…I think the tickle monster is hungry.” Dean could hardly hold back his own soft chuckling, finding his brother’s bright laughter to be quite infectious.

“The tickle monsters gonna eat your tummy, Sammy!”

The younger brother’s squirming increased at the playful threat, anticipation growing in the pit of his stomach.

The eldest started nibbling along his brother’s sensitive tummy, heart swelling at the loud happy laughter.

“Mm.. ticklish bellies are my favorite snack! NomNomNom~”

“EEK! DEHEHEE NOOO!! DON’T EAT MEHEHEHE!!”

Sam squealed happily, arching his back, kicking his little legs, and wiggling about in his big brothers grasp.

Dean smiled against the little boy’s skin. He loved being able to play around with the younger.

Being 5, Sam didn’t fully understand why their lives were this way;

why they moved around so much, why they salted the doors and windows every night, why their dad was almost always gone, why they didn’t have a mom…

Dean at least understood most of it, but poor Sammy probably just thinks that it’s all for no reason.

Still, it’s better than if he were to know the truth.

Dean was just happy that he could be the one to put that sweet smile on the boy’s face.

When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away, admiring the rosy cheeks and dimpled smile.

He leaned down and bumped their noses, nuzzling affectionately.

“Hehe!” Sam giggled.

Dean laughed and gave Sam a kiss on the nose, watching him scrunch it up momentarily.

Sam curled up in his big brothers lap, snuggling against his chest with a content sigh.

“I love you, De…” He yawned, tuckered out from the tickling.

Dean carded his hands through the soft brown locks, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Love you too, Sammy.”

#mess writes #tword content #tickles #lee!sam #ler!dean #tickle fic #supernatural tickle fic #spn tickle fic #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #weechesters #sfw tickling #tickle community #spn tickling

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shintin · 2 years

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Her: A Memoir Chapter 4 (Treasure)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

— Hey, Hi. How are you doing? I'm not sure who you are or where you live, but I didn't have anyone to tell my story to. You mind if I write it down for you? You have time to hear it?

Everything started from the day he became my best friend. My one and only. We grew up without a mother, father, and family except each other. We ate together, played together, and laughed together. On the cold nights of the orphanage, he was the one who lent me his blanket, and I was the one who kissed his wounds after every fight. His blue eyes smiled at me for 17 years, and my heart carried his love no question asked.

Life was no fairytale, but none of it mattered. I had him, and he had me. But it didn't last forever.

I could never forget that cold autumn afternoon. I stood in the crowded corridor of that hospital and cried over his test results. He had cancer, and my only thought was how to prevent death by doing us part.

You know, I was in love with him, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to keep that damn smile on his lips, even if I wasn't going to be able to see it anymore.

I have no regrets about the unforgiving things I did out of love.

I love him, and I had and held him, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, but … doesn't matter anymore.

Be happy with her, my Satoru.

Genre: heavy angst, cancer, modern au, (+18).

Tags/Warnings: Graphic depiction of rape (spoiler: don't worry), heavy angst.

Author Note: She was only 16 years old when it happened.

Song Recommendation: Sara Bareilles - She Used To Be Mine

Chapter Index -> Next chapter

Year: 2014

The school pool was located across the courtyard in a newly constructed hangar with an elevated roof. The floor was covered with beautiful blue tiles that enhanced the color of the water. Ocean blue, Like his eyes. Something I really liked about the place.

My best days were when I ran across the soccer field and made my way into swimming class. I was a good swimmer with a promising future. It felt good to be good at something, intoxicating. But the bug in the creation system and the idle gods above the skies caught me off guard. They never ask your opinion when they write about your destiny. They say we have "the right" to change our own fate. I say fuck them all. Orphans don't have such luxury. Otherwise, I would never have wanted that doom of deep shit for myself.

"Girls, class is over! Don't leave your stuff in the pool! See you all on Monday and enjoy the weekend!" Throwing her towel over her shoulder, the coach waved to the students and walked to the locker room with a smile. As she left, the students took turns pulling themselves out of the pool, and the water splatters echoed in the ample enclosed space.

Y/N came out of the water in the farthest corner and sat on the poolside. The water slowly flowed out of her hair on her shoulders and found itself between her breasts, now wholly blossomed. Her delicate fingers crawled through her wet hair and pushed it back. Her eyes were closed, and under the sunlight that crept in from the window corner, her rosy lips were more defined on her pale face, granting her more innocence than the angels of the seven heavens.

Hearing loud laughter, she opened her eyes and, without looking at the girls gathered on the other side of the pool, started doing her post-swim practices, stretching her arms to massaging her muscles for good measure of time. Not because she was self-absorbed or a selfish bitch; no, she just didn't like Mean Girls movie's reincarnation company. To be honest, they didn't like her much either. Kind of heart speaks to a heart condition.

After ensuring that her right groin wouldn't hurt at night, Y/N stood up and headed towards the locker room, still ignoring the girls. She opened her locker, and after grabbing the towel, her hands quickly went into her backpack and picked up her phone. A smile set upon her face as soon as her eyes fell on the screen, on her best friend's name, his nickname.

Windex: I'll be about half an hour late. The coach wants to give us a silly pep talk :(

Windex: I hate basketball!!!

Windex: I'd rather take a swim class with you. Peeping girls with you, while they are in their bathing suits could be our special bonding ritual :( :( :(

Windex: I have to go! Make sure you dry your hair. I don't want to catch a cold again.

Windex: I wish you were here, Y/N.

Her eyes read the last message over and over again, until each letter was forever engraved in the hypothalamus of her brain, where no one could reach it, no one could take it from her— her treasures.

I didn't have a boyfriend. I mean, when your parents drop you off at the orphanage door from day one, you grow up with the idea that you're not lovable. Let's not forget the trust issues. (Also, for the record, I was sure I'm not gay somehow. Since I preferred to look at basketball players' legs and buttocks than cheerleaders' asses.)

It seems that in the midst of Big Bang and all the other bullshit, a glitch happened, because Satoru broke my curse and became the first person to gain my trust with his warm friendship. But unfortunately, as someone who had been deprived of love her whole life, I added extra meanings to his actions, to his words… I told myself that if I kept these sweet dreams to myself, they wouldn't hurt anyone. How was a high school girl supposed to know that it would bite her own ass in the end?

Y/N's smile got more prominent, and the butterflies started floating in her stomach as her fingers started typing.

Smiley: You're a walking nut, Satoru!

Smiley: Meet you out front at the basketball court.

Smiley: Please, just take a shower! You stink after matches!

After pushing the send button, she lazily sat on the bench and started scrolling through her social media accounts to kill time.

It is a fact that no matter how much a person tries to be invisible, in the end, their presence will become a thorn in the eye of another. Y/N was no exception when it was a matter of bad luck.

"She is like the gum beneath Satoru's shoe!"

Y/N's eyes widened, but they kept staring at the phone. Were they talking about her?

"I can't even tell what he sees in her! Does he have no eyes? How he can't see a good-looking girl like me!"

She knew the owner of the voice, the president of the Mean Girls community.

"That's got to be an orphan thing. Otherwise, there's no reason for a basketball player like him to be friends with a normal girl like her!"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. All she had to do was count back 10 to 1, and everything would be sorted out. Otherwise, she would count backward from 15, 20, 25, 30, and even 100.

She sighed.

Ten

She had well learned these rituals of suppressing anger by practice and repetition, for this was not the first time she had been exposed to such words.

Nine

Satoru becoming one of the school's popular basketball players was the starting point of the girls' backbites.

Eight

Puberty was kind to him, turning him from a white-haired weirdo into a prince fucking charming who set these hot to trot girls' loins on fire.

Seven

She couldn't care less about them.

Six

Where were they when no one wanted to eat with him at the same table?

Five

Were they around when that little boy jolted awake drenched in sweats?

Four

Did they know how to whisper "I'm here, all is well, Satoru" in his ear to make his nightmares disappear?

Three

No. They didn't, but she did.

Two

Nine years wasn't a short time for her to learn about all his curves and sharp edges, was it?

One

She shook her head, slowly her fist parted, and her fingers released.

You probably feel like you know me now and have a sense of who I am and my background. But you don't know, not exactly.

It's hard to tell. Most days, I don't recognize myself. These shoes, this dress, this house, and the pictures on the walls have taken more than I gave them.

I'm no longer like I used to be. Although, indeed, I was never a sweet attention center. I still remember the girl who was imperfect, but she tried. She was good, but she lied. She was brutal with herself. She got broken and didn't ask for help. She was messy, but she was kind. She was lonely most of the time. She was reckless, just enough for her love. She was hurt, but she learned how to toughen up when she was bruised. She was all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie, but she is gone now.

Life just slipped through a back door, carved out me, and turned me into something I never asked for. Honestly, I would give it all back for a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two for the girl that I knew.

You look like you're up for a question. Wait a bit more. I'll answer them and bet you're going to hate me.

Y/N got up, picked up her towel, knocked on her locker door, and headed for the shower. She rushed to one of the cabins, quickly switched on the tap, and let the water caress her gently like a soothing cascade. She rested her head on the cold tiles and hugged her bare body under the warm summer rain. Feeling sharp drops of water on her shoulder, she asked herself, was Satoru worth all the trouble? She closed her eyes. The answer was obvious. It had always been obvious.

No matter what, she would choose him. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, she would find him and choose him. Why? The answer was hidden in an old memory.

It was the memory of a spring day, with mild weather, where we were lying together under the oak tree of the orphanage. No words were spoken besides those from the kids around. I was happy. Content. I felt as though life couldn't possibly get any better than this moment. The leaves of the old tree shifted with the wind, and the sun found its way to my face throughout them, causing me to shut my eyes and turn towards him promptly.

It struck me then how much I loved him by my side. His hands were folded under his head, his blue eyes unwavering under the rays of the morning sun. At that moment, a surety rose in my heart, lodged in my throat.

'I'll never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.'

If I had words to say such a thing, I would have. But none seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I didn't need to look. His fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, solid, and never wrong.

"Smiley," he said. He was always better with words than me.

How cruel it was that some things were only wished for, not possessed.

She turned off the water, wrapped her towel around her, and stepped out of the shower, only to find out nobody was in the pool. Better. She wasn't very fond of seeing those assholes again.

She made her way to the dressing room, humming a song under her breath. Untying the towel, she began to put on her underwear and bra, still singing and tapping her foot on the floor with the rhythm. She grabbed a plain white t-shirt from her bag and slipped it over her head. The damp ends of her hair were now wetting the t-shirt's collar. She reached out for her pants, backpack, and jacket when the sound of the closing door startled her.

"Who is there?" She asked, but no answer came from the other side. As her eyes looked for the person who had entered, her trembling fingers unconsciously grasped the locker's edge. She shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of her stomach. She could hear the heavy thud of boots on the concrete floor, but the row of lockers prevented the person from being seen. She tried to convince herself nothing terrible would happen as she felt her heartbeat race.

The steps got closer and closer until she saw the person standing in front of her. The sudden shock made her tense her muscles. Her stomach churned over, and she felt sick for this brief moment.

She had already heard of the rich asshole and his assaults and intimidations, but she had never witnessed them closely. After all, she wasn't one of those chicks who turned heads or got sidewalks glace. It was a relief for her to keep herself to herself. But this moron, with his stupid hairstyle, didn't look like someone who would respect her decisions. Suddenly, she was hit by the fact that no one was around, and with this realization fear seemed to rise behind her eyes, but she pushed it back. At least for the time being. Her hands tried to cover her bare thighs with her jeans, though it seemed impossible. "You're not allowed to be here, Mahito!" Her voice was firm, and she thought she controlled the tremors well.

But the blue-haired boy, with a nauseating grin, didn't seem to mind her words at all. His eyes were fixed upon her limb, and he was getting closer, step by step. Slowly. "Don't be shy, little fish." His tongue dampened his lips. His attitude was strange; he seemed calm and not bothered.

Terror washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. She took two small steps backward, only her back to hit the cold metallic surface behind her. If her heart wouldn't stop raging against her ribcage, she feared it would give her away since it was so loud in her ears. Sweat poured down her body as she stayed still as possible. "Fuck off, idiot," she yelled with a trembling voice. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails cut into her skin. "Get out, now!" She pointed to the door with a frown.

Mahito approached with a snide smile on his lips, as his hand curled around Y/N's forefinger, only to bring it close to his mouth and lick it. The color quickly drained from her face. His touch filled her whole being with nausea. She tried to push him back and shout for help, but he was faster. His hand quickly covered her mouth before a sound could come out and pressed her body to the lockers. Her things fell to the floor, as his hand grabbed her wrist. "Don't be a mood killer; I know you want it!" He brought his face closer to hers. His deep breaths hit her cheek. Fear became a tangible and living force that crept over her like a hungry beast, immobilizing her; her brain, holding her captive. She could no longer control her hands; they trembled in an odd rhythm. She wanted to run, but he didn't allow her to move.

He pressed his body against Y/N's, and she could feel his hard arousal grinding against her groin. Her breath quickened. Her heart was throbbing in her ears, loud and irregular, but she could barely hear it, for her mind was clouded with fear. She fought to free herself, but his grip tightened. The bulge in his pants was growing, and her brain was getting more bewildered. Was she on the verge of a panic attack? No, no, she couldn't allow it. 'Not now. Not yet. Don't cry.' She had to do something before blacking out.

"I always wanted to taste you. You must be good. That's why Satoru still keeps you by his side, isn't it?"

She shook her head, her eyes wide open. If she could, she would have shouted that nothing was as it appeared from the outside, but no sound left her mouth. Her screams were stifled by his hand.

"What a loyal whore! Will he be offended if I play with his doll?" He laughed maniacally as his hand started touching her chest through her t-shirt. He shoved his leg between hers to close the gap between the two bodies. "He needs to learn sharing."

Appalled tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as they pleaded with him to set her free, but this disgusting creature had made his decision long ago. She had to do something. Anything.

There was bitterness in the back of her mouth. His finger was still deep in her throat. The next sound that was heard was Mahito's curses filling the air.

She had bitten his finger, and now she was about to run, to scream for help, but before she could find a chance to breathe, his open palm landed on her cheek, followed by a punch in the stomach.

Her head snapped back and dropped again. There was a warm wet feeling on her face, followed by a copper taste in her mouth. A splitting pain erupted through her head. She wanted to throw up as her arms moved to protect the punched area. She was sure that all the air had left her lungs, so she tried to suck it down like there was no tomorrow. As her vision faded, she caught a glimpse of the bastard standing before her. She collapsed to her knees. She couldn't scream anymore. She could only open her mouth to find that even the words had deserted her.

"You want it rough, bitch?" He grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up to kick her in the gut. Again. Never in her entire life had she ever experienced such intense agony, crushing every nerve in her body. An ache covered her veins as if she was in a surreal hell.

Her face stung, and her head felt like it would split in two. She was aware of what he was trying to do, but she wasn't about to give up. She wouldn't faint. She hoped that someone eventually would come to lock the room, that someone would help her.

Before she could even process anything, his hands were already on her neck, squeezing her throat. Small gasps escaped her mouth. "Now beg like a dog for me to fuck you, or are you enjoying the pain?" Her cold, shivering fingers clawed around his wrist, tapping on it, begging him to let her go.

"That's how I want you, like a good girl!" He loosened his grasp and stepped back to adore the mess he had made of her.

She held her stomach and neck, as she coughed and gasped for air. It was as though the pain had crushed her and claimed her body for its own. Not yet. Not yet. She tried to crawl on the floor to get away from him, only to earn a solid kick on her back. Her leaden lungs suppressed any attempts she made to inhale. A muffled cry came out of her mouth, and she tasted her own blood in her mouth.

Her face hit the floor, and the sight of her in pain with wailing eyes made Mahito smile. He loosened the belt of his pants, hovering over her. The beast holding her captive took control of her entire being. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to flee, but she remained frozen. Fear crippled her.

She knew what he was about to do. Her desperation turned into tears running down her cheeks. As though something had walked through her, she felt numb, dizzy. No hand was covering her mouth now, but efforts to say the words were replaced by a struggle to keep the air in her lungs.

Do you know that feeling where you just want to scream "help me" over and over again? Because you don't know what to do anymore and you feel trapped in this black void of mess you can't seem to get out of no matter how hard you try to run.

Please help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me… No god heard my voice until a fallen angel disobeyed Eden's rules and reached out to me.

Mahito's tapered fingers began to explore her sore body. He hunched over and licked her neck. "No… please…" She used her last energy to beg him. But he didn't care, and his hand slowly slipped into her panties. She felt like her heart had been ripped out. A state of misery that she couldn't see the end of the tunnel. A terrible weight fell on her shoulders as she stood still on the floor. It was as though a giant boulder landed on her, and she couldn't straighten out. She couldn't bear the agony any longer, her grief poured out in a flood of gut-wrenching sobs that tore through her chest. In those moments, her life flashed before her eyes—his smile.

But suddenly, a hand seized Mahito by the collar and threw him to the other side. His body hit the lockers with a loud thud. "YOU PRICK!"

She heard a familiar voice.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO TOUCH HER?" A scream came, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. His blue eyes were burning with absolute rage. His nostrils flaring, he stood there, fist clenched on the sides. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn him from the inside out. What would have happened if he hadn't come after Y/N? He could almost feel his blood boiling in his veins. No one was allowed to touch her. She was his sole family. She was the only one who never left him in all these years. He would break the hands of those who would harm her.

His eyes narrowed, and his teeth clenched together. She hadn't seen him angry. Not once. She was so used to his playfulness and childlike demeanor that this side of him scared her.

Mahito straightened himself a little and grinned as he tried to lean his back to the lockers. "Don't get upset. She can still be your sweet pussy cake. I just want a grab. We may even have it together. I'm sure this slut can take us both," he said, all the while trying to stand.

All of it happened so fast, before Mahito could even stand on his feet, Satoru grabbed him by the face and slammed him against the wall. "YOU FUCKED UP, SON OF A BITH! I'm going to kill you!" He had a sinister look, a vein bulging out of his head. Her eyes couldn't stay open any longer. She was so tired.

After what sounded like hours, she felt death kneeling by her side. She even sensed its hands under her head. She opened her eyes slowly, but instead of death, she met Satoru's wounded forehead and blood-stained shirt. Suddenly, there was an aura of grey around him. It was a fog that wouldn't rise or fade. He felt his throat closing up. His bottom lip quivered, and his shoulders dropped in resignation. A single tear rolled down his cheek, as he sat and watched her bruised body. A giant hole found a permanent home in his heart. His life would never be the same. He resembled a curse and the consequences that came with it.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." In his hoarse voice there was no trace of rage anymore. Instead, a sad expression, drowned in anguish, swept his face as the realization of the moment slowly crept in. He bent over and kissed her forehead. "I'm here, Smiley," he whispered as he wrapped his hoodies around her. He pulled her head towards his chest and didn't let go for a long time, stroking her hair with his bloody fingers. Her breath was taken away, not from the squeeze, but from the realization that his arms were finally around her. Somehow he took away her pain. She leaned in, closed her eyes, and after this endless nightmare, she finally felt safe enough to pass out.

What happened afterward? What the hell do you expect? You think they punished that motherfucker? Do you think they kicked him out of school? Huh, we live in a brutal world. We didn't have a family to fill the school principal's pockets with money. So, I was convicted of staying late in the pool, and Satoru was found guilty of assaulting his classmate and sending him to the hospital. We were both expelled and enrolled in another school after Gakuganji scolded us, humiliated us, and punished us.

I was at my lowest. Others took what I couldn't afford to give. Then my health started to go downhill. They broke me, crushed me, shattered me. They stole so much of me.

In those moments, all I felt was anger. I hated the people. I hated being alive. I didn't want to be near anyone. But he dug through my walls and reached me. He hugged me whenever I cried and held my hands tight, like we were tied.

This is something I think I'll never quite understand. How did he constantly love me and put me first? How did he manage to be so selfless, even though I backed him into a corner? How did he always keep me at the top of his priority list even though I probably drove him insane most of the time? How did he not just give up, and walk away when things got tough, again and again?

It seems like an exhausting job, to say the least. But somehow, some way or another, he kept fighting to stay. I realize now just how much of a handful I really was.

It was him that kept my soul alive in the furnace of grief. He burnt with me to carry me forward to the day I forgot more than I could remember. He saved me from myself, from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow.

Do you get it now? We would do anything for one another. I would give up whatever I had for him. There was nothing I wouldn't do to see that boy happy. Even though when he smiles, it's not for me. It's for her.

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Truth Or Dare

Requested by: @waywardgoopranchherring

Pairing: bff!chan x afab!reader x bff!lee know

Genre: smut

Words: 3.6k

Synopsis: three dumb best friends embark in a wild fire in the middle of a truth or dare game, and things got heated right away…

Warning: as you couldn’t tell by the pairing; threesome (m/f/m), sub!chan, switch!lee know, switch!reader, everyone’s a perv, non idol au, mentions of alcohol, swearing, irresponsible drinking, mentions of masturbation, fingering, make outs

Extra notes: lol i feel like i haven’t written in forever despite being active. i decided why the fuck not write a sub chan ?!?!? its my first time writing threesome so hopefully i didn’t fuck it up :p also (y/f/n) means full name here

——————————————————————————— This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised. ——————————————————————————-

From a distance, anyone can hear the commotion that was occurring in the highest floor of the apartment complex that belonged to the respective names of (y/f/n), Bang Chris Chan and Lee Minho, despite there were in total of three people present at the time. The source was the duo were cheering at Chan, as he was chugging a bottle of Jack Daniels as being told by one of the two of you.

Simply to add context, you all were in the middle of a heated game called Truth or Dare, which in actuality it was just a dare game since the three didn’t pick any truths, and with each rounds it keeps getting crazier, but none are backing down, hence why Chan is drinking over his limit and ruining his own liver just for this stupid dare.

As expected, Chan had to end his chug due to his intolerance to the heavy drink, which resulted in a dissatisfied “aww” coming from the other two. “Why the fuck are you two whining? I could die-woah!” Chan slurred his words, putting the bottle down in the table, and attempting to sit down on the couch, only for his ass to land harshly on the hard floor, making you and Minho intoxicatingly laugh at his clumsiness. Neither of you were sober either, if anything you both used an empty bottle of another alcoholic drink that the three of you have finished to spin the bottle to determine who’s the victim of the game.

As the laughter erupted, Chan was groaning on the ground, holding onto the table and chair, “god damn it…” He muttered to himself as he semi-massaged his bum-cheek, “quit laughing, I think I hurt myself!” Chan pouted. “Aww, you want me to kiss the pain away?” Minho crawled his way to Chan as he fake-sympathized with a baby voice and a puckered lips, to which Chan rolled his eyes and pushed him away, making the three of you giggle, but Minho still was sitting close to him, “I’ll still kiss your ass if you want,” Minho raised an eyebrow as suggestion.

”Fuck off, Minho!” Chan exclaimed back, which made you laugh at the mini bickering. This wasn’t out of the ordinary with Minho, he often jokingly flirts with you two, especially Chan to push him over the edge. It wasn’t like Chan didn’t enjoy his humor or is taken abac, but he always ends up being flustered at anything Minho says that is crude.

The three of you‘s laugh died down, and then Minho grabbed the empty bottle, “alright let us spin again.”

He twisted the bottle and spun it as soon as you let go, watching the bottle going around until it slowly stopped at a direction that was much closer to Chan. “Ugh, again?!” Chan grunted in complaints as he threw his head back at the couch cushion behind him, sort of hitting himself with it. It could either be his exhaustion or his drunk state, but neither seems to stop him, otherwise he could’ve slept on the spot.

“You know this is truth or dare,” You said, with an emphasis on the truth, “you could just pick a truth.”

Minho silently agreed with you by a nod, as he looked back at Chan, waiting for his response. Chan’s eyes were closed and shaking his head, “I guess you’re right,” he shrugged and sighed, “I’ll pick truth.”

Minho looked at you with a smirk, making you raise an eyebrow, then back at close eyed Chan, waiting for the question to be told.

“Chan… have you ever thought of fucking either of us?” Minho leaned closer to him again this time whispering in his ear, “better yet, have you thought of fucking the two of us together?”

The question made Chan open his eyes wide, suddenly the feeling of passing out drunk faded away, and sober up while you just looked at Minho with wide eye. Minho knew what he was doing, despite the three of you being friends for as long as you all can remember, there were moment where the tension turns sexual. Whether it was you with either of the boys, or the boys with each other, it was no denial that the three of you were pretty best friends and found each other attractive, at least at a sexual sense.

The three of you would say that you guys are siblings, but considering whatever the fuck is happening right now, or maybe what‘s about to happen, that statement is best to be taken back.

”Huh?” Pulling his head up, Chan looked at Minho with a perplexed face. Minho gave Chan a knowing look, “answer the question, pretty boy,” he smirked at the pale man, who’s still looking at him, preferring to stay silent. Knowing he won’t respond, Minho pushed Chan’s head using his first and middle finger and forced him to look at you.

“C’mon, Channie, look at her,” Minho was whispering at Chan’s ears, however it was still loud enough for you to hear. You shifted in your place awkwardly, not necessarily not enjoying it, but rather feeling helpless on what to do. “You see how’s she’s sitting there in front of you..” His voice was dark and hypnotizing into Chan’s flushed ear, so much so his command began to take effect into the curly head boy as he made eye contact with you.

“I know you thought of fucking her,”

”Minho..”

“S-stop”

You dragged out in a warning tone with Chan closing his eyes, but Minho ignored both of you and carried on talking.

”Every single night, I hear your pretty moans calling out for (y/n) as you stroke your cock,” Minho deadpanned, and it made both of you blush with his revelations, especially Chan, “what the fuck—“

”Ever wonder where your red panties go, (y/n)? Why they keep disappearing and then coming back out of nowhere?” Minho turned his head to you, now his eyes were targeting you. You felt you were being put on the spot. You didn’t, neither did Chan, expect the game to be this intense. It was no wonder none of you wanted to pick truth when you had Minho as the one holding the question.

You simply shook your head, not sure what to respond to him, you don’t have the physical or verbal response to tell him what you want. “Well, its been under this naughty boy’s pillow,” Minho teased the man next to him to which Chan protested, “Minho, Stop!”

”After you use it and throw it in the hamper, this man digs it in to find his favorite pair. Let me guess…” Minho pretended to wonder, “hm.. was it the frilly pink one? No, maybe it was the red lace? or maybe it was the white cotton one…”

”Minho, stop!” Chan exclaimed, while you just sat there in awe. You hadn’t expect Minho to expose Chan like that, and you were certainly not expecting Chan to feel this way about you.

“Don’t worry, Channie, you’re not the only perverted one here,” Minho got even closer to Chan, he was almost sitting on his lap, as he brushed a curl out of the young man’s face. Chan’s face twisted into more confusion, he felt that he slowly became sober, and he saw that Minho was sobered up as well, although he wished he wasn’t at this moment, but it was only you who still has a drunk presence.

Minho, face still close to Chan’s, turned to you, “ speaking of stealing, (y/n), why do keep taking Chan’s hoodies?” Chan’s head perked up in curiosity as you looked at Minho with a surprised face. You knew you were bound to get interrogated, but you were taken aback with the question that Minho threw at you.

You blushed and crossed your arms, “I don’t.”

”Thats not what I saw last night when you were touching yourself last night wearing and sniffing it,” Minho said which made you and Chan redder than you already are. You wanted to get mad at him, and same with Chan, but you both couldn’t deny him, as he saw everything. Adding to the fact that he practically made you and Chan realize that you two have a messed up way of admiration for each other, it added more shame into both of you.

“You two are dirty, naughty people..”

“Well, yeah? Then why are you telling us all this, if we’re both the dirty? You didn’t stop us,” Chan spoke in defense. It was unclear if he did it for your, his or both of your’s sake, but either way it was a good defense. He could’ve easily pulled each of you aside privately, and let you know that it was weird.

“Because it was hot,” was all Minho said, “it was hot seeing my two very attractive best friends going weak for each other,” he gave both of you a smile, but it wasn’t the adorable smile you often gushed at. It had a completely different meaning, and it wasn’t a pretty one. Minho got off of Chan and gave you the bottle, “it’s your turn,” he smirked as you gulped and nervously took the bottle from his hand. Chan couldn’t look at you in shame, sorrow, and confusing arousal, but little did he know that you had mutual feeling.

Everything Minho uttered were true and all the while it made both of you hot and bothered. You sighed and spun the bottle. It stopped abruptly by a hand, Minho’s, and it landed in your direction, “you can’t do that,” you weakly protested, to which Minho responded, “what are you gonna do?” You knew him for as long as you could remember, but you have never seen him act in this way before. You aren’t sure whether you hated it or enjoy it.

You‘re looking at Minho at a totally different light right now, you never would have thought to lust over him, just the same way as you did with Chan. You can’t lie and say that you don’t find Minho attractive, if anything, he could definitely pass off as a model if the standards weren’t brutal towards his height, but that doesn’t change the fact how he’s really good looking in your eyes.

You sat there in silence as Minho leaned back in his position, “so, ms. (y/n), truth or dare?”

You looked at Chan, who was still looking down and not bearing to look at you, then back at Minho nervously, “dare.”

”I dare you,” Minho paused to look at Chan, “I dare you to suck Chan’s neck and giving him hickeys,” Chan’s neck snap up after hearing his name with a panic. Without protesting you walked up to Chan, and sat on his lap as he gulps from seeing you. You could feel his erection under you, and you were glad you wore sweatpants, otherwise he would have felt the wetness of your panties.

”Do you want th—“

”Go for it… please…” Chan pleaded, and after his consent, you dug straight into his neck by kissing and biting. With every nip, Chan’s breaths were shuddering and his eyes rolls back shut. All while that’s happening, Minho’s observing the catastrophe he proudly made.

You moved from one spot to the other, you weren’t sure if you’re supposed to give him more than one, but you didn’t care, and neither did Chan, as he didn’t do anything to stop you from biting him more. Your teeth grazing into a certain spot made him buck his hips up, which made you gasp at the sudden movement.

“Fuck this,” Chan muttered as he pulls your head out of his neck and began putting your lips into his. The kiss was the absolute sloppiest and unideal for the both of you, but again, the care and the perfectionist side of you were kicked out as you both heavily kissed each other with Chan’s gripping your clothed buttocks. Minho didn’t expect to see you both go wild on each other, but to say he wasn’t turned on was an understatement.

He however cleared his throat, opting both of you to pull away and catch your breath. “We’re not done with the game,” Minho said, pushing away the bottle, “but this round, only I can get to pick who can do the actions, it’ll only be a dare game.”

You both looked at Minho, his evil aura was only getting stronger, as it made you both even more intimidated and aroused. You both nodded at his claim, and you ultimately got off of Chan, leaving him sighing at the lack of contact in his erection.

“Channie, I dare you to strip off (y/n)’s clothing until she’s nude,” Minho leaned back, palms on the floor played as his beam for his upper body, anticipating for the next move. Chan looked at you, silent asking for consent.

You pulled your arms up, Chan immediately taking the message and began to strip you off. With each article you’ve exposed, Chan and Minho couldn’t help but silently admire your beautiful bare body to them. You looked like a beautiful sculpture of a goddess in flesh, ready to be worshipped by the two men ahead of you. Minho shook his head, not to lose his track, “uh, (y/n)..”

”yeah?”

”um… come here.”

You did as he told, however his facial expression has changed. He was cracking. It was as soon as he saw your naked body was when he started to lose his character. It was still there but it was dying, and he was attempting to revive it.

“I dare you,” He paused as he was looking into your naturally gleaming eyes, and then at the helpless Chan, “kiss me.”

Chan looked at Minho with a grimace, and you smiled at him. You noticed he was jealous, which was why you were smiling. “Chan, come closer,” you said, making Minho confused. You looked at Minho, then back at Chan, and ultimately began planting your lips on Chan’s lips. “I said kiss me!” Minho protested.

You pulled away to look at Minho, “I know, you’ll get your kiss,” you smiled deviously at Minho, as you leaned back into Chan’s lips. You positioned yourself to show off your lovely core to Minho as his breath hitches when he made eye contact with it.

Now Minho’s game has turned into your game.

You pulled away from Chan, “Chan, I dare you to finger me, while I kiss Minho,” you said to which Chan obediently nodded. Minho widened his eyes at your sudden dominance. He wanted to say something, but when he saw you coming up to him to lean in, he couldn’t help but give in to your seductive ways. It wasn’t in Minho’s plan for this to happen, he doesn’t usually submit to anyone, but this felt different. Now it was his turn to be hypnotized.

Your lips met up with Minho’s, his lips were slightly more chapped than Chan’s exfoliated lips but it was tolerable to you, and the kiss was, while still intense, it was less sloppy than Chan’s. Your tongue knocked on his lips for enterance to which he granted as he opened his mouth letting your tongue battle each other.

While this was happening, Chan propped himself next to your whole as he began using his forefinger and middle finger to play with your clit. His cold fingers’ contact made you moan into the kiss, which riled the three of you up. Chan knew you were wet, but he wanted to leverage this moment of you making out with someone else before putting his fingers in. His fingers screamed jealousy with his vigorous rubbing, and as soon as he saw you gripping onto Minho’s crotch, he decided enough was enough and inserted his fingers into you.

“Ah!” You moaned loudly into Minho’s mouth, which made Minho held onto your jaw and brought you back to his mouth while Chan was thrusting his fingers in and out of you, with casual strokes of his thumb in your clit. You whimpered into the kiss and you felt yourself almost reaching your peak.

It was one thing that you had the absolute biggest crush on Chan, and it was another thing that you thought that his hard working hands were very attractive, but you were certainly pleased that your assumption about Chan’s fingering skills were correct, he knew how to stroke it and hit the right spots.

”Chan, stop! stop!” You pulled away from Minho to inform Chan, which he abruptly stopped as you said so, leaving you and Minho panting. “Both of you… take off your clothes,” You commanded through your heavy breathes. Both furiously taking off their clothes, as you laid on the floor, waiting for them to get it over.

The two got off their clothes and non-purposefully looked at each other after doin so. They both as well admired each other’s body, with Minho looking at Chan’s well sculpted abs, all the while Chan’s admiring the nice muscles protruding out Minho’s thighs. But then immediately both looked straight at you as you lifted yourself out , “you two want another dare from me?” You asked with a sinister innocent smile. Both of them vigorously nodded at your question to which you chuckled, “okay, I dare you, Chan, to let me suck you off while I sit on Minho‘s face.”

Both looked like at you with awe, like you were the glorious god-sent angel that anyone has ever seen. Chan excitedly let out a “let’s do this!” You laughed at his enthusiasm, while you looked at Minho, who was still stone frozen with a dumb smile. “C’mon, Minho,” you smiled at him, as you patted the area next to you, inviting him to lay down, which he did.

You placed your legs between his head, and looked down at him, “you ready?”

“I was born ready,” Minho shook his head as he spoke in awe. You giggled, and lowered yourself until his tongue made contact which made you sigh in pleasure as you eventually began moving your hips to make him get into spots you want him too. You lifted your head up to look at Chan with a smile and a broken out, “c’mere, baby,” extending your arms with a blissed out smile.

Chan held his member up to your mouth as you opened your mouth and inserted in. Chan groaned out as he felt your warm mouth around him so well. The three of you were enjoying your time, Chan’s cock in your mouth all the while Minho has you sitting on his face. The two of them are living their dreams, and you knew it just based on how passionate they were seeming to put on you.

With the way Minho tried to be dominant in the beginning, Chan indirectly admitting that he had naughty thoughts about you and did naughty things revolving the thought of you, him letting you give him a love bite without question, Minho dropping his act immediately after just seeing your skin, you easily got these two men under your thumb, and you certainly enjoyed it.

”God, you taste so good,” Minho removed his lips out of yours to mutter to himself, but then he got his lips back as he dragged his tongue from your hole up to your clit, making you moan into Chan’s cock.

”Ah! you’re so good with your mouth,” Chan breathed out as he strokes your hair as you bobed your head up and down. His head was thrown back with a moan as he felt his tip getting into the back of your throat and you stroking the remaining length that you couldn’t fit in.

You felt yourself getting closer and Minho knew just based on the way your hips was moving sporadically and your tug in his hair was becoming harsher. He did as best as he could with his tongue to help you reach there.

And you knew you weren’t the only one who was about to cum, with the way Chan’s moans were getting more louder and broken and his hand shoving your head further, he breathed out a “I’m so close.”

You moan into Chan’s cock, the vibration just accelerated his way to the peak, as you began feeling a warm fluid getting into your throat and heard Chan letting out broken whimpers. He got your head put of his cock, and after doing so, you yelped out a moan that was similar to a pornographic one as you finally orgasmed in Minho’s mouth. Your mouth was open wide, and Chan would see his essence in your throat, his eyes widened until you closed your mouth to swallow.

Chan helped you get up off of Minho’s face, leaving him dumbfounded and chuckling to himself, “holy shit.”

You held onto Chan, laughing at a naked, shocked Minho on the ground.

”Listen,” Chan says, grabbing your attention, “would you be interested in, y’know, going out on an actual date?” His attitude has totally changed from a couple of seconds ago, he went from a pornstar to a shy boy in a matter of seconds. His duality was quite astonishing but you highly admire it.

”Yeah, yeah, I would love that,” you smiled and squinted your eyes at him, which he smiled back. He wrapped his arms around you, and leaned in into your ears to whisper, “if you want, we can do more in my bed or yours,” he asked suggestively, now it was his turn to have the dominant act.

”Hm, why not?” You reply back as you both began walking back up until..

”Excuse me?! You both can’t just go fuck each other and leave me here with a boner!” Minho exclaimed, still lying on the ground.

”You have your hands, how about you use them?” Chan sassed back, which made you laugh, before he went back to your room with your hand in his, locking it.

Minho sighed and looked at his left hand, “well, I guess it is you and me now, my friend.”

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