#because im sure it will haunt her in some way

[eldritchqueerture]

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[seilon]

i usually dont comment on these kinds of things because they shouldnt be treated with the level of weird parasocial interest they tend to be on social media generally but. claire (lil tay) was so fucking young. it doesnt take knowing her personally to feel just how jarring and genuinely tragic her sudden death is. like shit. she was only 14. she didnt even get to live her own life. sorry if this is pointless and theres no call to action or anything here but. jesus.

[arolesbianism]

Horrible realization that if I go through with recollecting all the oni logs then I'll have to actually find out how to get "a seed is planted" like for realsies this time. Maybe I should just cheat them all in actually. <3.

[highvern]

YUCK

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive moments

warnings: mentions of illness/body fluids (snot, vomit), avoidant attachment from reader, Hoshi best boy

Length: ~2.9k

Note: more of this couples bc im crazy thank u @gyuswhore

series m.list: Houdini [s], Green Light [s, f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]

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This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked.

Two and a half months of hooking up with a guy who may or may not be a furry and things start feeling…comfortable. 

You’ll pretend until the day you die that every time the weekend rolls around you won’t end up naked in Soonyoung’s bed. Or your own. Usually it is your own because he has more roommates than you and yours leaves to stay at her boyfriend’s until Monday night which means there is no need to keep quiet (which you and Soonyoung both struggle with but you refuse to acknowledge that fact). 

It allows for many nights bent over the kitchen counter, Soonyoung’s chest hot against the back of your thighs as he works you up with his mouth. Or occasional nights on the couch after you both are too into each other to make it upstairs to your room, planted firmly in his lap while pinning his hands to the cushions. There's also the nights he drags you straight to bed and demonstrates exactly what all the pictures you took while tucked away in the privacy of a gross bar bathroom did to him. 

You’re pretty sure Soonyoung has picked up on your game by now because instead of asking ‘if’ he’s taken to asking ‘when’ he can come over. And it's annoying that it doesn’t really annoy you at all.

Soonyoung comes over on Friday nights and leaves Saturday afternoon, except when he shows up on Saturday mornings and stays well into Sunday night. Or the occasional weekend where you remember who you are and show up on his door and leave three hours later with cum still drying on your thigh as you walk past his roommates still pregaming in the living room.

Except now it's Friday and you’ve got nothing on your mind except for the inside of a toilet bowl and the cool tile of the bathroom floor.

Call it food poisoning or maybe the flu, but you’ve been in and out of sleep since the early hours of dawn. Shivering on the floor, the only company you have is a pile of dirty clothes. Even the crack of light under the door is too much stimulation for your illness-racked brain to tolerate.

“Y/N?” your roommate calls from the other side of the darkness, out in the hallway where it's safe from whatever curse is making home in your gut. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home? I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine,” you groan. Your words couldn’t convince the deaf but you try anyway. 

She responds but it slips right past because another bout of nausea takes hold.

You manage to fall asleep at some point, clammy on the floor with aching hips. Maybe an hour or maybe ten minutes. It doesn't really make a difference because you still feel like shit when the door opens and the hall light burns through your retinas.

“Hazel, I said I’m— What are you doing here?” you croak from the floor. 

Soonyoung stairs down at you, face soft with something that might be worry but it’s probably just the fever melting your brain. “You look like shit.” 

“You always know just what to say.” The usual snark isn’t there, replaced by a pathetic helpless whine of discomfort because all you want is to curl up and die. “Did you come to insult me or…?”

“Hazel let me know you were sick and usually sick people need medicine and soup so I brought that and this tea my mom used to give me as a kid.” 

“Are you trying to cure me so you can get your dick wet?” 

“No. If I wanted to stick my dick in a Petri dish I feel like there are easier ways to go about it.” He kneels right next to you like he isn’t the slightest bit concerned about catching the plague brewing in your immune system. A cool hand cups your cheek, thumb gentle at your temple where a dull throb has haunted you all day. You lean into the comforting touch without much thought.  “When was the last time you showered?” 

“I don’t know. Like two days ago?” 

“Yeah, I can smell that. Alright my little germ cell, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

His arms snake under yours, dragging you from the floor even with your muscles limp. It takes more maneuvering but you don’t bother helping. If he wants to play not-so-sexy nurse and patient then that's his problem. The warmth of his sweater is welcome though. 

“Is this some weird fetish thing?” Nose buried in Soonyoung’s chest, it comes out in a jumble. “Because I can’t handle this and the furry stuff.” 

“Yes, caring about your health is a fetish for me. Really gets me off knowing you’ve been a good girl and taken your vitamins.” 

“I knew it.” you whisper. “I’m not calling you daddy if that’s what you want.” 

Soonyoung laughs and the movement sends another bolt of pain through your skull. He tuts over your responding whimper and what may be his lips press to the side of your head briefly. It’s warm and comforting, the beat of his heart lulling you into the first satisfying rest since you woke up. Your hands bunching the front of his shirt are desperate for anything to keep you steady. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t release you while setting things up for a shower; accommodating for your weight with a slow shuffle and more placating coos against your hairline every time you protest a sudden jostle. The chill of the bathroom fully sets in when he pushes down your sweats and shucks off your snot stained sweater before tossing away his own. If you weren’t barely functioning it might even be impressive that he’s kept you in his arms the entire time.

“If you’re trying to fuck me, I hope you don’t mind snot.” You blow your nose against the curve of his neck just to be a bitch. 

You feel more naked under the stream of water than you ever have, which is ironic given you’ve had Soonyoung face to crotch more times than you can count. Something about the non-sexual nature of nudeness, feeling the least sexy you ever have while he scrubs you down with gentle hands, turns your stomach more than before.

“I’m not trying to fuck you,” he laughs again; a thousand volts straight to the heart. “Don’t worry.” 

You pop out of hiding, hurt by the idea. “You don’t want to fuck me?” 

Soonyoung’s face is soft, cheeks round and hair already damp to his forehead. He isn’t disgusted by the puke on your breath or the sweat matting your hair. Or if he is, he hides it well. “I always want to fuck you but right now I’m trying to make sure you don’t die.” 

You dive back into his shoulder, mind numb to anything beyond the silky feel of hands washing away days of ick. You’ve felt his hands on almost every part of your body but right now they lack the characteristic urgency from those moments where you can’t get enough of each other quick enough. He’s touching you the way he does in the glow of the moon after you’ve both been satisfied, when Soonyoung thinks you’re asleep and you let him as every curve and dip and hill of your body is covered in gentle strokes like he’s committing you to memory.

“I can do that on my own,” you argue. 

The facts aren’t stacked in your favor right now but it’s the principle: you don’t need him to take care of you. You can handle it on your own. He’s only here because you let him.

“Oh, I know. Now close your eyes so I don’t get soap in them.”

He cups your face, thumbs rubbing away the sweat that's been caked on since morning. Then it’s a rough washcloth doused in the scent of your face wash but you swat it away in favor of the calluses on his fingers. If you weren’t a dead woman walking he’d never get a chance to be this close. 

How is it more terrifying for someone to wipe away your boogers than let him see you naked multiple times a week? A question knotting your stomach into tight pieces as Soonyoung hums some tune you don’t recognize like he’s more than happy to do so.

Your brain stops working after so long; too exhausted from everything to think more about what this all means. Not even the familiar flat press of his front against yours can incite a response beyond content. All the world shrinks into the pitter patter of the water swirling around the drain, and the parts that are warmed by Soonyoung and the parts that are waiting to be.

When you come back to awareness, the waters off and he is whispering something into your clammy forehead.

“Hmmm?” 

“I said, it’s time to get out.”

More shuffling gets you back into your room where the mattress takes your weight while he digs around for fresh clothes. You roll onto your side, clad in a towel and nothing else, resound to fall asleep then and there.

“Alright, arms up,” he commands. 

You try to pull away, diving back into the pillow soaked from your hair but Soonyoung gets you up at the waist, maneuvering stiff limbs patiently.

“Do you have an armpit fetish too?” you ask with the collar stuck around the top of your head. 

“And you call me a freak?”

Next is pants, and it takes a few tries for you to even consider being helpful. Soonyoung lifts each leg individually, working the fabric as far as he can. Then a few dramatic grunts from coordinating your entire body weight but you’re back in a clean pair of pajamas and tucked under the covers. Soonyoung didn’t rise to any more of your snide remarks about being naked. He simply avoiding your bare skin like it’d burn. Not even his favorite thing about you (boobs) gets any attention, just a few chuckles and more kisses into your temple.

You melt into the plush mattress, hidden beneath a pile of blankets from the cruel world that cursed you with new realizations you're not prepared for just yet. 

Eyes closed the entire time, you hear Soonyoung leave without so much as a goodbye. In theory it’s what you want. Exactly how you prefer; you alone, him somewhere you can pretend all the confounding feelings don’t exist. You didn’t even want him to show up in the first place, but now that he’s been here and you’re horrifically aware how nice it feels to have someone take care of you. You miss him. 

And as soon as the pit opens up, you hear someone shuffling down the hall coming towards your room.

“Alright, once you eat something you can sleep.”

The thought of food tightens your stomach more than the fact he didn’t leave you but he’s right. You need fluids and you’re not strong willed enough to get them yourself.

After the first few bites, you feel a little more human and less like a walking sack of shit. With it, the discomfort of this entire ordeal rears with a new vengeance. 

“Why are you here?” It sounds like an accusation.

He doesn’t even miss a beat. “Because I like you.” 

Soonyoung says it matter of factly, the same way the sky is blue and water is wet, while shoving another bite into your mouth.

You’re too exhausted for a fight right now; not with the only person making a real effort to keep you alive, but the instinct is strong after years of low expectations and plenty of disappointment.

“Why?” 

“Because I just do.” 

Your eyes meet over the spoon. He doesn’t look annoyed or perturbed or even angry. He likes you whether you like it or not. 

“I don’t date.” 

“Okay,” he agrees, wiping at the spill dripping from your chin.

“You aren’t gonna argue?” 

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and your need for confrontation with it. “You don’t wanna date? That’s fine. I’ll take whatever I can get, even if that’s spoon feeding you on your deathbed.” 

You take the next bite before commenting, “You’re so weird.” 

“I like you too. Now open up for the airplane.” He makes the noise and the medicine twists your brain into actually finding it funny. “How are you pretty even when you’re blowing your nose on my shirt?”

“Deal with the devil.”

He passes you a cold cup when you brush away the remainder of the soup. One sip is all it takes.

“How did you know I like the orange Gatorade?”

“I asked Jun to give me June’s number and she gave me Hazel’s number and I asked while I was at the store.”

“You went through all that trouble just to buy me the right Gatorade?” you snort.

“It really wasn’t any trouble.”

It isn’t but it’s more than anyone else has ever done for you. The fresh wave of nausea has nothing to do with your cold.

“I’m tired,” you tell him. 

The mess is cleaned up in silence. You pretend to fall asleep and Soonyoung lets you until he’s shoving more medicine your way. 

You shake your head, failing to refuse because Soonyoung is doing that dumb airplane nose again and when you cough up a laugh he shoves the spoon in your mouth and you’re left with no choice but to swallow.

Then he’s up and you watch through heavy eyes as he gathers his things. You’ll blame it on the drugs loosening the clutch you have on your emotions later.

“Where are you going?” you ask with faux apathy, negated by the fist tangled in the hem of his sweatshirt in case he evaporates away.

“Home. Unless…you want me to stay?” A tug at the sweater is your answer to that horrible thought. “Oh, thank god – I was getting sad.”

You roll over, offering him your back to curl around. The muscles tensed around your spine soften when he does. 

I sleep better when you’re here.

You won’t tell him that but Soonyoung stiffens for a moment and the fear you’ve said the wrong thing creeps in where fatigue hasn’t rooted just yet. But a kiss to your covered shoulder and a hand under your sweater, flat against your stomach so you stay as close as possible calms the thoughts enough you can drift off.

It’s strange. Having the heat of his body at your back without the limpness of a good fuck still coursing through your veins to thaw the parts that hate pillow talk and the stickiness that come with it.

What's even stranger is that you don’t really mind it all. If anything, it’s actually pretty nice.

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[demonpiratehuntress]

I am actually so mad. I was working on this and for some reason it didn't save correctly and ended up posting a blank draft while deleting the stuff I had already written! I'm so sorry it took so long, @tiaramarijadhkxdyi755, but here it is! i hope this is close to what you wanted, because i wasn't sure how to go about it 🙈

taglist - @kabloswrld

patience with the Straw Hats

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - mean/careless/neglectful Straw Hats, im sorry, i changed Luffy's and Usopp's because I don't imagine them ever screaming at or getting angry with their s/o 💕

ZORO

Zoro has a short fuse, and that's common knowledge. Everyone knows just how grumpy and aggressive he can be after a hard fight or a difficult day training. He's snapped at everyone more than once, but you seem to take the brunt of it since you're the closest to him, and today was no different.

"For fucks sake just leave me alone!" Zoro could be heard yelling at you all throughout the Sunny. "You're too damn clingy and I don't need your help right now!" He stormed off.

You stood there in shock, having just asked him if he was okay, and taken aback by the response you had gotten. It wasn't unusual for him to be angry, but he was really upset today for some reason. You decided to give him space, but you had to admit you weren't really hurt or upset. More so disappointed that he had once again pushed you away.

"Zoro-"

"What?!" He snapped, glaring at you as you came up into the crow's nest with some food. "I'm not hungry, just leave."

"But-" You started, until he did something unexpected.

He smacked the food out of your hands, sending it all over your face. Your eyes widened and you stumbled back a bit, stunned.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you apologised, giving him a soft smile, "I'll have food in the room once you're ready to eat."

You waited a long time until Zoro finally entered your shared room, looking embarrassed and guilty about his outbursts today. He didn't say anything as he crossed the room and sat down beside you, but when he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips you knew he was apologising.

"It's okay," you smiled gently, "I'm not upset. Just disappointed that you won't let me help you."

"I know I know," he admitted. "I'll work on it, I promise."

"What made you so angry anyway?" You squeezed his hand.

He sighed, "You almost got hurt in our last fight because I was distracted. It's been haunting me, and I just don't want it to happen again. I snapped because I wanted to train harder instead of resting or eating, so I can properly protect you."

You smiled at him again, "But you always do, that was not your fault babe."

He was so grateful to have such a patient, understanding and loving girlfriend.

SANJI

Sanji usually never snapped at or yelled at you. He didn't ever want to, and never had any reason to. He was sweet, loving and doting just like you were, but unlike you he did have his days where he went against his promise to never lash out at you or hurt you in any way. Today was one of those days. Usopp had pulled him away from some girls who were fawning over him, and he was irritated.

"Why did you do that?" He glared at the sniper. "I was having fun."

"You also have a girlfriend," Usopp reminded him, gesturing towards you. He was nervous now, because Sanji looked pissed off.

"So?" The cook scowled. "I can appreciate and talk to other women without cheating on her!" He spoke like you weren't right next to him. "Right, (Name)?"

"Right," you smiled, a bit disappointed but not showing it.

Then he was off, returning to those women to apologise and your crew turned to you, looking at you quizzically. Nami set her hand on your arm reassuringly.

"It's okay," you told them with a smile, "It doesn't bother me."

Sanji then returned, but was quick to notice the disappointed look you had on your face. He was about to ask but you shook your head and kissed his cheek, continuing your exploration of the island.

"Okay what's your problem?" He suddenly asked, annoyed, when you looked disappointed at another interaction between him and a pretty woman.

Your eyes widened, "I'm not-"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not stupid, (Name). You're obviously hiding the fact that you want to control my every move and stop me from ever talking to other women again."

That claim was so preposterous, you frowned, "I wouldn't-"

He quickly realised what he had said and his eyes widened, "No no no, my love I didn't mean that! I don't know why I said, I-I-" He fumbled for an excuse but sighed when he didn't have any. "I'm sorry, my love. Let me make it up to you, with your favourite dinner."

"Deal."

LUFFY

In all honesty, I don't see Luffy getting angry with or yelling at you. I think he's more of the neglectful type, when faced with certain situations like facing Boa Hancock out on the sea. She claimed she didn't know you guys would be there, but you're pretty sure she was stalking his movements. Luffy wouldn't listen though.

"It's okay, (Name)!" He replied cheerily when you voiced your concerns, "Hammock's really nice! And she has yummy food!"

And then he was off, leaving you to shake your head and sigh. You retired to your shared room, hoping that Luffy would eventually realise her intentions and come back.

He never did, and after a few hours you were starting to get lonely. So you ventured out to find him, only to see him giving her a tour of the Sunny.

"Luffy!" You called, but frowned when he seemingly ignored you as Hancock said something to him.

That was pretty much how the day went. You were ignored entirely by your boyfriend, simply because Hancock wouldn't let him pay attention to you. But you were disappointed in him too, for not telling her that you were dating and for not coming to spend time with you on his own.

When the day ended and Hancock retreated to her ship, bidding Luffy goodbye, the captain finally made his way to you. You weren't upset or sad, but Luffy could see on your face that you weren't feeling anything good.

"Are you alright, (Name)?" He questioned, hugging you.

"I'm disappointed, Luffy," you told him, but hugged him back and smiled anyway, happy to have him back.

"Disappointed?" He frowned. "Why?"

You sighed, "You didn't make any effort to come and see me for even a few minutes today. You spent the whole day with her. I'm not upset, because she helped you a lot, but I am disappointed that you ignored me."

He hugged you even tighter, "I'm sorry, (Name), really. We can spend the whole day together tomorrow!"

You smiled and nodded, not having the heart to tell him that's what you guys did everyday when Boa wasn't around.

USOPP

Usopp is another Straw Hat that I don't see getting angry or yelling easily. He's very patient with you, and he's understanding. He also doesn't have any aggravating circumstances, but the one thing he can be that disappoints you sometimes is careless. He can be very careless when it comes to what he says or does, because he usually acts on emotion.

And today, it seemed, he was missing his old crush Kaya. Because while you were shopping for clothes on one store, seeking to replace your torn and burnt ones, he kept yapping on about how Kaya had this and Kaya had that, and that hers were all real and genuine.

"I'm sorry I'm not Kaya, or as rich as her," you politely reminded him, not upset but starting to feel uncomfortable.

"It's okay!" He smiled, ignoring the subtle hint for him to stop talking about her. "I love you anyway!"

"Love you too," you smiled, but in your disappointment it didn't quite reach your eyes like it usually did. Still, you persevered, hoping he would stop by the next shop.

He did not.

"Kaya had something like this," he looked at the dress you were holding up, "But much prettier."

You frowned, again disappointed that he didn't like it. And that he had once again compared it to someone in his past that should be staying in said past.

Usopp noticed your expression, and his smile faltered, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you smiled, shaking your head, "It's just not my style."

His eyes widened, "Woah, (Name), I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, Usopp," you kissed his cheek, "Let's go, I think we're done."

"No we're not," he took the dress, "This will look so much nicer on you than Kaya."

You opened your mouth to say something, but giggled when he refused to let you and bought it for you, dragging you back to the Sunny so you could show him just how much prettier you were than Kaya.

[henrenologist]

fuck it reposting my henren ivf essay

the fact that the ivf storyline follows so soon after henren's custody over denny was challenged (TWICE). karen doesnt just want another child, but specifically a biological one. and further, henren pursued an anonymous sperm donor rather than a friend/acquaintance. like they were trying to minimize threats (even illegitimate ones) to their custody as much as possible. im sure karen had many reasons beside that for wanting a biological child, but her proposal follows too soon after the custody challenges for that to not be on her mind in any capacity.

and eva, of course, is haunting this whole thing. it'd be understandable if karen harbored some jealousy over the fact that eva gave hen a baby ("all the people i love the most belonged to you first"). which then compounds karen's grief over the failed ivf: another way in which she cant measure up to eva. eva, who kept threatening karen's parenthood. here's something eva cant take away: my own flesh and blood. and she'd have been right in that logic, because biological parents ARE afforded more security in custody.

so of course karen wants a biological child, even though she can love a non-biological one all the same. she's been beat down by the heteronormative system. this IS the best option for her; it would give her a legal and mental security she hasn't yet had.

until she's beat by her own biology. a scientist, an expert on planets and stars and all that far-out stuff that exists beyond the bounds of human imagination, and she's defeated by the limits of her own body.

and then there's hen, who after three weeks of karen's mourning is frustrated. hen is self-professedly angry with her. she doesn't understand karen's grief; she tries to, but can't. karen herself doesn't even understand all the levels to her own depression. when karen emphasizes that the embryos weren't just an "idea" for her in the way it was for hen, she's not just talking about the physicality of it, but karen's faith in her own capacity for motherhood; an indisputable motherhood. one that eva can't touch, the courts can't touch, unknown fathers can't touch. no one could question her maternity, no one could take her baby away.

and the worst part is the's story's ending—or lack thereof. hen gets into that accident at work and karen drops her grief to take care of her. the ivf is forgotten. hen says "it's like that ivf stuff never even happened" and she's right. a crucial point of development for henren as wives, for karen as a character, is dropped unceremoniously, replaced by another tragedy where karen is relegated to the role of Supportive Wife.

[the-s1lly-corner]

AAAAA

TDAC X PUPPET!READER

Hear me out

Reader is like puppet from fnaf, their character being very similar to puppet, them having the same voice and powers? Yknow Puppet flies fast as HELL and etc, Reader most of the time stays in the music box, and just gets out when really wanted or needed, for example: when theres an IHA or when someone needs them for something.

TADC x puppet!reader !

ashamed to admit this but i have not touched fnaf outside of security breach, recently at least. the last time i was fully invested in the fnaf lore was when fnaf 4 had just dropped, so im quite literally relying off of your description like its a life line because i know how insane fnaf lore has gotten think imma answer this request then take another short break since my lower back is starting to get sore from sitting all day; gotta go stretch my legs too

CAINE:

you do have your own room, of course, but you tend to usually stay in your music box; of which you came with when you first entered the digital world... which was a little odd, but hey its not the strangest thing that anyone here has seen! i like to think that sometimes caine comes to your box at night and tries to will you out so he can get to know you more. leave it to the ai to fall for the mysterious circus member who rarely leaves their box... i think sometimes he would hum and sing along to the music your box makes

POMNI:

the first time you rush out of your music box it takes her off guard, almost making her fall off her feet when you dash right by her to do... whatever was required of you at that moment in time. if she were being honest, she didnt think you were a real person, she had always assumed that you were an npc; it wasnt unheard of that caine would have npcs stationed about for in house adventures, or to man the carnival..! though i dont think she would interact much with you, considering you rarely interact with the others; what use would it be to pester you?

JAX:

honestly before realizing you literally live and sleep and mostly exist in the music box, he probably puts stuff on top of your box... accidentally trapping you inside it. well, actually trapping wouldnt be accurate because you ended up brute forcing your way out, literally sending everything that was on top of the box flying; scaring just about everyone in the room. imagine trying to find out whos faster; you or jax.. i mean, have you seen how fast jax bolted when they found out koufmo abstracted?

RAGATHA:

always tries to ask you if you want to join in on the in house adventure, she doesnt want you to feel left out or unwelcome; even though most times you willingly back out of the activity. though, she feels relieved and even smiles when you spring out of your box to join in on the action... at least she knows you havent abstracted... brain stimulation is important, you know!

KINGER:

he finds some comfort in the music, slowly but surely as the days pass he moves his pillow fort closer and closer to your box before eventually hes right next to you. sometimes even naps, leaning against it. though he does immediately scamper off when you suddenly lunge out to race towards whoever is calling for you. at least he can count on you to have his back in moments of danger or fear!

ZOOBLE:

usually stays in their own lane, but for one reason or another they need help during an IHA, and their yelps and incoherent speech was enough to catch your attention. be it gloink or otherwise, you obliterate the problem; effectively haunting zooble for the rest of their life by your actions... but hey, it feels... nice, having someone you can rely on

GANGLE:

character who is soft spoken and shy meets character that rarely leaves their box when its not needed or necessary; how could a relationship, romantic or otherwise, be fostered in conditions such as this? oddly enough, the silence between you two brings you together, the music keeping the silence from becoming overwhelming. i like to think that sometimes gangle leaves you little notes, choosing to write rather than verbally speak... best not to ruin that special quiet the two of you have learned to share

[danyllura]

I do wish the movie had implied Tigris at some point had been forced to sell her body during the war, because I think it’s one of the biggest indications of Snows true nature. Before she ever mentions/reveals anything, Coriolanus ponders over the idea of her having to trade herself for his shirt and immediately considers how much money she’d be worth, critiquing her looks but concluding “she had a sweetness, a vulnerability that invited abuse” showing how he views other as commodities. At that point he doesn’t know the truth behind his speculations, but when he does he’s not any kinder. And we as an audience obviously know what Coriolanus forces the later victors into as president. To me learning about Tigris, the forced prostitution the victors experience becomes a much bigger betrayal and indication of the depth of Snows lack of morality. Because Coriolanus is a narcissist, but based upon his classmates it is arguable many of his tendencies and prejudices are not solely reflective of his character but rather that of the Capitol. But one thing that is entirely Coriolanus, is his pride, his pride in his family/family name. Tigris has taken care of him for years, and in many instances she is the one who tethers him to reality. She’s gone above and beyond to help him hide their financial struggles and has repeated with him their mantra of “snow lands on top” since they were children. All her sacrifice and he later feels no way of abusing the victors as she was, letting her likely witness them subjected to it as well due to her proximity to him and the games. Cannibalism is discouraged/banned from the games due to the capitol finding it distatsful. And we know that Coriolanus witnessing Nero Price harvesting a maids leg for his family to eat deeply disturbs him and haunts him for years to come. I would find it unsurprising it is his personal history with the subject matter that leads to its discouragement. The capitol loves brutality, and it shows the “savageness” of the district people, if Snow could come up with ways to make the games more digestible at 18, im sure as an experienced gamemaker he could have discovered a way to utilize that as well. Yet he draws the line because of his own past discomfort. But Tigris’ trauma holds no weight to him. Despite what she likely was forced to having had done to help keep him alive, and the potential pain of her having to be exposed to witnessing that nature of work with unwilling children. Snows loyalty’s have always been to himself. Seeing Tigris’ fate, a struggling shop owner with barely any food, we know his sympathies lie only with himself. And even someone who has loved him at his worst, gave up anything and everything for him, and even posses the thing he values most- the last name Snow- she too is just another pawn in the game to him, disposable when she’s no longer useful.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Hey derin

A some point tumblr seems to have decided you are a blog i follow. Which very much was not my decision but sure, whatever. So I get to see your strange cooking, stuff about not-your cat and of yours your stories. I have not read any of them (yet?) but it has gotten to the point where I dreamt about time to orbit. Im a very vivid dreamer that remembers dreams well. it was all about aspen running around on an empty space ship trying to fix an endless number of issues like Sisyphus while an malevolent whatever is following him (them? Her?) it was framed like one of these supernatural horror movies where there is that dark shadow whatever always just out of view.  Not sure if it was some cosmic horror or an actual alien or what. It kinda did look like a swarm of nanobots or something. Anyway eventually aspen got locked in a room and he lost his mind about it, full on break down crying screaming begging then going “I just want to fix things! I’m not even going to exorcise you! stay on the stupid ship just stop breaking everything!!”

I think there was more but that are the only parts I remember. I think I should read time to orbit eventually. I’m pretty sure that is not what is going on. For someone who gets into stuff via osmosis of it on my dash, I am surprised that still most of what I know about ttou is that the ship is perfectly normal(tm) and also what the fuck.

Not sure why I am telling you this but the dream is haunting me. Because I never read ttou but I felt so certain in my dream that, oh that’s aspen from ttou!

This is so fucking funny. If you don't read my books they'll find a way in anyway. Via your dreams.

[lanadelnegan]

could you do jdm x male reader? maybe mostly angst and possibly a bit of smut? literally whatever you feel like writing is perfectly fine

You Belong to Me

Negan x Male Reader

Summary: Negan and y/n (Alexandria’s leader) have unspoken feelings for each other, that lead to frustration, anger, and smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, EXTREMELY FILTHY IM SORRY, anal, rimming, blowjob, spit kink, choking, cum play, angst, negan being a dominant verbal zaddy

Note: I’ll be honest.. I finished this whole thing before I realized you asked for jdm and not negan. 😭 I PROMISE I’ll do a jdm one too. But I hope you also enjoy this one. I think it might be my favorite so far. 😘

Note#2: and I know you asked for a “bit of smut” but I got carried away and well, it’s a lot. And it’s filthy. Forgive me. 🧎‍♀️ I’m terrible at following directions, clearly.

Your jaw twitches as Negan walks past you, making sure to brush his hand against yours as he happily whistles the melody that's grown to haunt you over the past couple months.

"Come on, y/n. Let's see what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard."

Some bystanders watch as you follow Negan into your own house, allowing him to browse around.. not that you have a choice.

You glare at Negan with your arms crossed while you lean against the frame of your kitchen entrance.

"Who were you before all this?" You ask him and it must catch him off guard because he turns from the open fridge to face you, raising his thick brows.

"Before what?" He chuckles amused. "Before the dead started walking?"

You answer him with a simple nod.

"Why, y/n? You think if you play mind games.. try to get in my fucking head.. that I'll just what.. stop? I told you already. You belong to me." He approaches you slowly, tilting his head to the side. "Do I need to remind you of that?"

"Not trying to get in your head. Just making conversation since you're standing in my damn kitchen, making yourself at home."

"Well, ya know what. I wasn't planning on settling in. But since you're offeri-"

"I'm not." You say through your teeth, making it clear that he's not welcome here. Negan looks at you at eye level as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"That.. is no way to treat your new house guest, y/n. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna bake us some fucking cookies." He walks away, leaving a scent trail of leather and cigarettes behind as he opens your cabinets, pulling out what he needs to get started.

You look to the front door, contemplating your next move and strategically thinking of how to get this psycho out of your house.

"The supplies.. your men are loading them up. Don't you need to leave soon?"

"Oh, right! Thanks for reminding me. Could you be a fucking doll and go tell Simon to head on out without me?" His smile widens as he turns on the faucet, washing his hands.

Hesitantly, you do as he says, leaving to find Simon and explaining the situation before heading back to your house. Some fellow Alexandrians watch you curiously before Carol quickly catches up to you.

"Y/n! What's going on? Where's Negan?" She asks panicked, noticing the Saviors are leaving without him.

"In my fucking house. He's staying."

Her brows crinkle as she walks quickly beside me, trying to keep up. "How long?"

You shrug annoyed. "Keep an eye on things for me while he's here. I'm not letting him outta my sight."

Carol nods, turning away and you jog up the steps to your house. You enter your house and the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nose.

"You gotta try these, y/n. I would make one hell of a fucking house wife. First the spaghetti, now cookies? I gotta stop spoiling you like this." He takes a bite out of one, groaning at the taste before holding the plate out for you to take one.

"Hmph." You breathe out annoyed before grabbing one and taking a bite, dropping it back on the plate.

"Welllll?" Negan asks expectantly.

"Tastes like shit." You glare at him as the smile on his mouth fades into a scowl. He nods disappointedly as he slides the plate onto the counter, walking past you without a word.

You turn and watch him disappear up the stairs before following after him, smiling to yourself proudly at the accomplishment of hurting his feelings.

He makes his way to your room, walking in without hesitation and kicking his shoes off.

"What the hell are you doing?" You ask following him. "This is my room."

"Wrong, y/n. Whatever you have.. belongs to me. So, this room? Is mine." His voice is deep with anger as he shrugs his jacket off his shoulders.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I would love a hot shower.. in my bathroom." Negan announces, walking to the master bathroom attached to your room.

You refuse to let him stay in your room by himself, so you defiantly kick off your shoes next to his, slipping off your pants until you're left in boxers and a black t-shirt. You fall into bed defeatedly, listening to the sound of running water coming from the half open bathroom door.

You start to doze off before the water shuts off, leaving nothing but loud silence.

Negan sighs loudly from the bathroom. "The fuck are your towels?" You hear him rustling through the cabinets under the sink.

"You took them all last time." You call out.

"Goddamn it." He walks out of the bathroom, completely bare and wet. You shamelessly watch as water runs down his body, traveling through the v-shape in his abdomen before reaching his long, veiny cock.

"Like what you see, y/l/n? ... Told you my dick was bigger than yours." Your eyes quickly snap away as he uses his dirty shirt to wipe the excess water from his toned body.

"Gonna need to borrow some boxers unless... you'd rather me sleep in the nude... From the look on your face, you'd probably prefer that anyway, huh?" Negan chuckles and you run a hand down your frustrated face, looking up at the ceiling.

"Top drawer."

Negan makes his way towards your dresser, opening the drawer and browsing through. You can't help but let your eyes roam to his backside, admiring his firm ass. His eyes catch yours in the dresser mirror in front of him and you freeze, holding his eye contact.

The corner of his mouth raises like he caught you red handed and he chuckles as he bends, slipping your boxers up his long legs.

You get up, frustrated with yourself and quickly walk to bathroom, desperate to get away from him, but he cuts you off.

Your jaw ticks as you look down between the two of you, refusing to give him anymore attention.

"Get outta my way Negan."

His smirk widens as his hands go to rest lazily on his hips. "You gonna make me?"

You shake your head annoyed and push past him. "I'm not fucking doing this with you." You slam the bathroom door shut behind you, leaning against the wall and exhaling a deep breath.

You attempt to think about anything but him, trying to calm the growing length beneath your boxers.

"Fuck." You whisper out, frustrated with yourself. The bathroom mirror is still foggy from Negan's shower and your mind drifts back to the thought of his wet body emerging from the steam.

You look down at your hardening cock and bite your lip, keeping your hands by your sides and restraining from touching yourself. You finally compose yourself after a few moments, tucking yourself under the waistband of your underwear and letting your shirt hang over.

When you exit the bathroom, Negan is already laying in your bed on top of the covers, one hand behind his head while the other rests on his hairy stomach. You don't allow yourself to look as you climb into the bed next to him.

"I want to make one thing clear, Negan. I am sleeping in my bed for the simple fact that.. it's my fucking bed and I'm not letting you kick me outta my own damn room. Don't get any weird fucking ideas."

Negan chuckles. "Case you forgot, I have a whole fucking handful of wives back home. If anyone in this bed is getting any ideas, it's you."

"Sure is strange that you're in my house when you have so many wives at home, isn't it? .......Did you kill their families too? Force them to be with you?"

Negan turns his head to you, his expression serious now. "You should probably go sleep in the other room. Before I lose my goddamn temper."

"Like I said, this is MY fucking room. YOU get out." You throw the covers over yourself as if to convince him you're not leaving.

"Fuck it." Negan stands up to leave the room but turns to face you when he reaches the door. "You know why you belong to me, y/n? .. ... Because your people don't respect you. You got them into this shit because of your own choices. I just happen to reap the benefits of your own stupidity."

You throw the covers off, angrily making your way over to him before stopping directly in front of his face. "And you think your people respect you?! You've tortured them. Abused them. They don't respect you, Negan. They're scared of you. There's a difference."

"Are you scared of me, y/n?" Your eyes widen when you feel his dick twitch against yours. He subtly presses his body closer to you, barely touching his cock to yours through your boxers.

You noticeably gulp and his eyes drop to your throat, making him grin.

"No." You breathe out, glancing down to watch his tongue lick his bottom lip.

He softly chuckles before leaning into your ear. "Then why do you have goosebumps right now?"

If you didn't have them before he said that, you definitely do now from his raspy voice vibrating against your ear and his dick rubbing against yours through the thin material.

"From your body language, you are most definitely scared.. or turned on.. One of the two.. Guess it just depends on which one you'll admit to." Negan grins devilishly, daring you to make a move.

You stare at him for a moment before spitting angrily in his face, making his eyes shut tightly as he wipes your saliva off his beard.

You don't have time to regret your decision because Negan's hand suddenly grips your throat, tightening and walking you backwards towards the bed. "That's how you want it to be, huh? Good.... I can be rough too... On your fucking knees."

You don't fight him, knowing he'll win so you willingly drop to your knees in front of him, keeping your hands by your sides.

He pulls out his semi-hard cock, stroking it a few times in your face until it grows to full length. "Gonna put that fucking smart ass mouth to use. Open." He demands.

You don't move, and instead glare up at him through your brows, ignoring his request.

Negan chuckles darkly before bending down, tightly squeezing your jaw with his hand, prying your mouth open.

"Open. Or I'll choose another hole." He grins before spitting directly into your mouth.

You reluctantly obey, allowing him to enter your mouth and he gives you no warning before ramming his cock deep down your throat. You choke at the sudden feeling, attempting to jerk away but his fingers roughly push your head forward, holding your face against him until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.

You feel lightheaded as if you could black out before he quickly yanks your hair back, causing you to exhale a deep breath. He pulls you up completely this time, bringing your face close to his.

Negan's eyes search yours. "Tell me to fucking stop." His breathing is erratic and his voice is deeper and raspier than before.

You stare back at him silently, giving him consent without using your words. He smirks before turning you quickly and positioning you until your knees are on the bed and your face in a pillow with your ass in the air.

He climbs on the bed behind you, yanking your boxers down and sliding them off your legs until your bare ass is exposed to him. You feel his large hands rub your ass cheeks before squeezing roughly and spreading them apart.

"Mm. I am gonna have some fun with you." He says before diving in, pressing his face into your ass and using his tongue to pleasure you. Your cheeks blush and you moan at the sensation of his tongue swirling around inside of you.

After a few moments of licking, he pulls back, spitting on your hole and leaning back until he's lined up behind you. His finger lightly circles your hole before pushing through, knuckle deep. "Mm, goddamn you are tight."

His finger retreats, leaving you empty and desperate for more. "You ever taken a dick before, y/n? You think you're ready for me? He chuckles, teasing the tip of his cock against your hole.

"Negan.. shut.. up. Just fuck me."

"Beg."

You remain stubbornly silent at first, but when he starts to get up from the bed, you give him. "Please."

"Sorry, what was that?" Negan positions himself behind you again.

"Please. Fuck me."

Your eyes widen with surprise when Negan reaches around to your face, fish-hooking your mouth with the finger that was just inside you and jerking you back until your body is pressed against his. Chills cover your body as his low voice whispers in your ear. "Can't fucking hear you." His finger leaves your mouth, gripping your throat instead and squeezing firmly.

"Please.. Please fuck me, Negan." You beg louder and he lets you go, pushing you back down into the mattress.

He enters you fully and suddenly in one motion, not giving you any time to adjust and you cry out at the pain. His heavy balls slap against yours from underneath and he pounds you relentlessly, harder and deeper with each thrust.

"So fucking tight." Negan groans through his teeth. "Wish your people could see you right now. Bent over and moaning from my cock."

He grabs your hair, yanking you up again until his mouth is next to your ear. "You think they'd be disappointed, y/n? Knowing whose dick you're taking?"

"Shut up."

"What if they knew how much you liked it?" He reaches around you, gripping your hard, leaking cock in his hand while still pounding you. "How this cock throbs for me…. Look. At. That." Precum leaks from your tip as you both watch Negan's thumb rub it around on your tip. From this angle, his dick presses perfectly into your g-spot with each thrust and you moan louder when you feel your orgasm builds up inside you.

Negan releases your cock and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over until you're laying on your back.

He positions himself in between your legs and pushes back into you, making you both moan out together.

You reach for your dick, desperately needing to stroke it but Negan grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head with the other. "No fucking way. You belong to me, remember? This dick belongs to me. I'm making you cum."

You arch yourself into him until his dick finds your g-spot again, hitting it hard over and over.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." You cry out as your cum spills all over your stomach. Negan groans as he watches you come undone, pumping into you faster.

“Gonna cum in this tight fucking ass.. cause it belongs to me too. That okay with you?”

Before you can tell him no, he stops thrusting, holding himself deep inside of you. “Ahh Fuck. Fuck.” You feel him pulse against your walls over and over, filling you to the brim before he finally pulls out.

Just when you think it’s over and the guilt starts to set in, Negan pushes your legs back further, pressing his hands against the back of your knees as he looks down at your hole. “Lemme see you push it out.”

“No.. wha-“

“Now.”

You sigh, giving in once again as your muscles flex and you feel his load leak out of you and run down.

Negan swipes it up with his finger, pushing it into your mouth suddenly, making you taste him.

Your brows scrunch together angrily as you try to turn your head and spit his fingers out but he overpowers you until you give in, sucking his seed off his fingers. You can’t deny he tastes fucking good and it makes you moan.

“Taste good?” Negan chuckles, watching you enjoy the taste of him.

“Much better than your cookies.”

[tiyoin]

Now I'm thinking about twisted anxiety reader being able to sing really well. I feel like there could be some very interesting/funny moments (4 us not reader).

Reader probably only sings in a reclusive area like a forest around the dorm

I wanna say that the forest already has haunting rumors about it ,and when someone (jade or rook) hears reader singing they think that the "ghost" is up and active again. So students start doing a "test of courage" type thing.

I put Jade or Rook being the one to hear reader cuz they're really the only ones that would really be in that area without a reason.

I also know they're intelligent enough to know it's not a ghost ,but start the rumor anyways cuz they want to know who's singing. And it becomes this big thing the school trying to figure out.

Cut to reader losing her mind cuz she like "wow, I didn't know people thought it was that bad. How am I supposed to live, laugh, love ever again??"

When in reality they were just memorized by reader's singing. And they really want to find out who it is.

Bonus points if they film it and sent it to the group chat you posted about earlier. And reader just has to be like 🧍‍♀️ "whattt???? No way!! 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ a random voice in the woods 😱😱"

I'm sorry for sending 2 long asks back 2 back ,but twisted anxiety just gets my head going.

Also if you don't like being sent stuff like this just tell me and I won't send any more. I don't want to over step at all. These are just like head cannons I give to reader ,cuz I just love making things worse for her. Can't let her know what peace is

YOU

hOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY HEAD 🫵

i’m going to give you the fattest smooch alive you don’t understand. AND I LOVE IT WHEN I GET LONG ASKS!!! so please! ask away i don’t mind, i actually get really flattered that people want to share with me their long, detailed thoughts !! i was actually nervous people wouldn’t like my long responses 😖

no cause that’s ALWAYS one troupe i ALWAYS go back to.

i was thinking about making them a singer, REALLY I WAS- but i had second thoughts cause i thought people wouldn’t like it / maybe people would think its too… y-nie or im trying to make twisted anxiety reader too much, ya know

BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU MEAH MWAH (also dw i got your other ask and fully plan on answering it, this one was just at the top of my inbox 🫶🫶)

but oh my god,,,, HEAR ME OUT;

twisted anxiety reader getting pent up because they. have. no. outlet.

none.

maybe they played a sport in their old world, but no longer can’t because seriously?? going up against beastmen, mermen, fae and just,,, men?! absolutely not.

they can’t do anything fun in ramshackle because of the ghosts can and will find a way to stick their noses into your business. also hello??? no privacy at ramshackle👎👎

honestly, twisted anxiety reader doesn’t have any friends so they can’t blow off steam that way either. and going to the gym is out of the question because 1. anxiety 2.gym bros- and working out at home is… different.

so there has to be a way to let off steam… good thing twisted anxiety reader dilly dallied in everything!!

they want to sing but aren’t confident enough to join the pop music club, and the walls to ramshackle are paper thin.

there’s absolutely no where you can go.

and yet… every time you glance at the forest. you can’t help but wonder…🤔

AND IVE ALWAYS IMAGINED READER SINGING

“everything stays” from adventure time

“love all mine” by mitski

“rises the moon” by liana flores

“sky fall” by adele

“memory” from cats

“listen” by beyoncé

“hopelessly devoted” by olivia newton-john

oh my god i have to make a separate post for this before i completely rot and accidentally write a whole chapter because i’ve been WAITING to write about this and i’d feel bad about making this SUPER LONG

but i can’t imagine rook going for a sunset “hike” (…sure, let’s go with that) and hearing you. belting your little heart to “hopelessly devoted” HAGFJAIWOFOSOWOFOAPEIFOZOQFOXOD

ROOK IS AWE STRUCK

such passion! such devotion! how marvelously beautiful! rook is stunned.

of course after you finish singing he can hear you moan and groan about trivial things but- rook hunt was not a hunt if he didn’t appreciate the gift the forest provided.

and yet, the carful hunter made a careless mistake. cursing silently, he glared at the twig his boots stepped on before he snapped his head up to the clearing up ahead.

ah, you fled.

to say rook was… upset was an understatement. yes he was able to marvel in your voice, but he lost the privilege to listen to more, to observe from afar.

the strange songs you sang and possibly wrote (what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him) are gone with the wind and the high step of your foot as you vanished into thin air.

rook could easily hunt you down, but he stopped himself after a slight muscle twitch. non non! he was the enjoyer of beauty! not the hunter! yes he hunted beauty but it would go against his very being to trap it instead of let it fly free and continue its song.

so let this be your little secret, okay.

jade would def walk into you singing ‘everything stays’

OR OR ROOK N JADE BOTH TAG TEAMING READER IN THE CHAT SAYING HOW THEY WISH TO MEET THIS BEAUTIFUL VOICED GOREST ‘NYMPH’ SO THEY CAN HEAR MORE OF THEIR SONGS

readers just like;

😟

“time to find a new location☝️”

*there’s no where those two won’t be able to find you fyi*

TWISTED ANXIETY READER WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE‼️‼️ NOT AS LONG AS IM HERE‼️‼️

please send more headcanons i love reading them 🙇🏻🙇🏻

babes this is me n u rn:

[michibap]

need to hear about hockey reader and schlatts first time.

yes yes yeah

she's finally here guys,

thank you user kiddiesmores for acting as a vessel of the prophecy

15k words because im fucking insane, sorry

TW: typical college activities, hetero sex

BEGONE TUCKER 🐑🩸

-if you think he's putting out ez you'd be wrong

-when you suddenly materialized into his life, he did some snooping, asking around about #23 on the women's hockey team

-if he was going to be seeing you four days out of the week, he should probably find out if you're secretly some kind of psycho freak

-but when he asks around, it seems like he's already kind of late to the party

-bc everyone he knows seems to at least know of you

-especially with the reputation you'd garnered on campus

-he'd learned a new word whilst asking around, conversation coming to a brief pause as he gives his friend a confused look

"What the fuck is a puck bunny?"

-charlie only glanced up from where he was tinkering with one of the robotics club's new projects with a coy smile,

"I'm gonna need you to take a look in the mirror, brother."

-the mischevious giggle that followed had schlatt sitting up straighter on his stool, reaching over to grab his phone

"Fuck you. What does that even mean? Fuck you." he spat as he rapidly typed the term, that he could only assume was offensive, into a search engine

-he presses his lips into a thin line and pegs an empty water bottle at charlie's head after reading the results

"I am no goddamn puckbunny." he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "And quite frankly, I'm offended that you've taken me for some common whore."

-charlie laughed again, bringing his hands down from where they had shot up to protect himself from schlatt's assault,

"I mean, I wouldn't blame you," he says with a shrug, looking over his friend as he squirmed, "You're telling me you would pass up that up, if you had the chance?"

-schlatt forced a scoff with a cocky shrug,

"Not 'round here, partner. I'm built different."

"You wouldn't know how to handle allat anyways." a voice pipes up from another table

-schlatt turns in his chair to glare at where the eavesdropper is biting back a smile, holding his hands up in defense when schlatt flips him the bird

"FUCK you, tucker."`

●・○・●・○・●・

-since the first time he heard it, the term had been haunting his narrative

-puckbunny?

-like... a groupie?

-surely not

-part of him didn't believe it

-despite it being the way a solid five of his friends had heard of you

-surely you weren't a puck bunny, you just didn't give off those vibes

-and he didn't even know if the women's hockey team even had groupies like that

-shit, he didn't even know that the university had a women's hockey team until this year

-that, and he just didn't think you were the hook-up type

-despite your cocky and aggressive nature on the ice,

-he's noticed that you don't talk much outside of when you're with your team or with... him

-he found it almost comical how every ounce of your usual rowdiness leaves your body the moment you were without a friend by your side

[he tries to ignore his inkling sense of pride, but it has him sitting up a little straighter nonetheless]

-with your reserved nature, there's surely no way you're out here hooking up with randoms

-however....

-there is evidence that suggests otherwise (aside from what he'd heard from friends)

-the first incident is only a handful of days into your comeback masterplan

-it's the morning after a successful game for the women's hockey team

-there's solid number of hungover students dragging their sorry asses to class after a long night of celebrating the win

-he almost wants to point and laugh at his suffering peers, feeling beautifully rested after a long night's rest

-having gone directly home after the game and crawling into bed shortly after

-some of his smugness is zapped from him when he sees a cute blonde walking in the opposite direction as him, an obvious pep in her step

-he thought that the fact that she was his only equal in a sea of degenerates was what had caught his eye

-but as he looks her up and down, he bites back a scowl when he notes the fresh bruises and teeth marks littering her neck and collarbones that were exposed by the baggy sweatshirt she was donning

-obviously not hers

-he'd been FOOLED

-yet another soul lost to the wills satan, damned for eternity for the sin of-

-his judgements (which he refused to admit were rooted in jealousy) came to a screeching halt

-his eyes darting back to the sweater the girl was wearing

-wait a damn minute.

-that sweatshirt was very clearly not hers

-he stops in his tracks, doing a shameless double take of what the blonde was wearing

-it looked oddly similar to a sweatshirt he's seen YOU wearing

-he's broken from his trance by another student bumping into him, grumbling at the brief scuffle before making his way into the lecture hall

-you make your way in around five minutes after the lecture begins, as per usual

-he raises a brow when he sees you shivering in a thin long sleeve shirt as you wordlessly shuffle past the other people in the row

-he pretends not to look at the way your biceps bulge against the fabric as you drop your bag and adjust in your seat

-rubbing your hands together for a moment before pressing them between your thighs in an attempt to warm them up

"Thought hockey players didn't get cold?" he teased quietly, grinning when you side eyed him as you try to suppress your shivering,

"'S fuckin' brutal out there," you grumble, using one of your hands to reach down and open your bag to grab your notebook

"That's what jackets are for, pleb."

-you only sigh in defeat, the cold having zapped too much of your energy to bother conjuring up some clever comeback,

"No dip," you hiss, "Couldn't even find my fuckin sweater this morning."

●・○・●・○・●・

-there was another incident not much more than four days later

-it'd been after you convinced him to move your session from the collaboration office to a nearby dining hall

-because according to you

"If I don't get something in my stomach in the next three to five minutes I'm gonna start throwing things. And I mean it."

-he follows you around as you load up your plate

-shaking his head no when you ask if he wants anything

-you were griping about some group project that you were struggling with, casually dropping that you were ghosting your group mates because of how bad it sucked

-he wasn't really listening, more focused on following you through the crowded dining hall as you led him to your table of choice

-but as the two of you were walking, you were interrupted by a sudden shout of your name

-you halted in your tracks, and he mindlessly walks into you, stumbling a bit after basically bouncing off of your back, your stance unmoving

-he peaks over your shoulder to see who had stopped you

-his brows shooting up at the sight of a cute brunette eagerly looking up at you over the rim of her glasses

"I'm so glad I caught you! I don't think you got my texts,"

-he watches your shoulders rise with a sharp inhale as you wipe your palms on your sweats,

-an anxious habit of yours that he'd picked up on the longer he's spent time with you

"Heyyy youu..."

-and he quickly puts the pieces together

-taking in your anxious tell and the girl standing in front of you, who had flagged you down in the middle of the dining area

-he has to rub a hand down his face to suppress a laugh

-there is no fucking WAY he's watching you get called out for ghosting you group project right in front of him

-this is simply too good to be true

"Yeah I, uh..." you pause and suck your teeth, glancing away for a moment

-and he can SEE the smoke pouring out of your ears as your primate brain kicks into overdrive

"My service is just... weird, I guess. I must not've gotten em."

"No, no, it's totally okay" she rushes out, her eyes shoot up and catch schlatt's and he quickly averts his own

-a little guilty at being caught eavesdropping

"Umm, are you busy right now?"

-he watches you stand a little straighter and glance over your shoulder at him

-something in your eyes shifting when you seemed to remember he was behind you

-and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he raises a single brow at you, obviously biting back a smile

-oh boy OH BOY

-here it comes!!!1!!

"Yeah, I'm actually here for tutoring right now, so..."

"Oh!" she chirps, "What for? I could probably help if you want-"

"Nahh, my tuition pays for him to be here." you insist, jabbing a thumb in his direction

-he watches as the girl's shoulder deflate, his own sagging as well

"Oh..."

-that's IT?

-where is the TEA? the DRAMA?

-he wants to see this girl crash out in a very real and serious way

-because he KNOWS how frustrating you can be in an academic setting, so he can only imagine what you'd be like as a groupmate

"Yeah, we should probably get going, actually. Time's a wastin'" you finish with an awkward laugh

"Oh, okay. I'll see you around, I guess..."

"Totally, totally... Later!" you call as you begin to walk away

-schlatt moves to follow, but you don't make it far before the girl reaches out and grabs your wrist,

"Hey, wait!"

-you look eyes shoot down to your wrist then back to her with a frown

-HERE IT IS

-he almost wants to applaud his fellow nerd for standing up

-there seriously does need to be some geek unity on this godforsaken campus-

-his train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he watches the girl look up at you hopefully, pulling her lower lip between her teeth before she continues, a little shyer,

"Text me?"

-when he watches your eye her up and down

-the corner of your mouth pulling into a little smirk

-he realizes that this interaction is going in a FAR different direction than what he had assumed

"I'll see you around."

-with that, you pull your wrist from her grasp and walk away

-and schlatt is hot on your heels as he follows you to a table in a quiet corner

-practically throwing his bag into the booth before sliding in after it

-the moment he's sat, his nosey ass is running his mouth

"What the fuck was that?" he rushes out with a bewildered laugh

-you chuckle and shake your head as you slide into the booth across from him,

"Shit was weird, right?"

"Weird?" he repeats, bewildered

-he turns his head to look in the direction where the girl had walked off in

-laughing when he sees her already looking in your table's direction from where she's sitting

"She wants you bad, bro."

-you only roll your eyes, corner of your lips twitching into a cocky smile

"Everyone wants me." you proclaim cockily

-schlatt laughs again, shaking his head

-usually he would make a comment to shoot you down a peg, but he'll give it to you this time, he supposes...

-game recognizes game

"So, what's the dame's name?"

-you hum, shifting in your seat so you can follow his eyes to where she's sitting,

"Honestly," he watches as you catch her eyes, one of your own dropping into a playful wink as you send her a little wave

he watches her perk up in her seat and eagerly wave back

"I couldn't remember her name if you had a fuckin' gun to my head," you mutter with a laugh

-you glance back over to him, expecting him to be laughing with you, smile falling a little when you see he isn't even cracking a grin,

-as a matter of fact, he's doing the opposite

-his face set firmly into a judgmental frown

"What's it to you?" you ask, a little defensive

“You don’t even know her name?” he hisses

-you roll your eyes at his tone, scowling

“Does it matter?”

●・○・●・○・●・

-it was a damn shame that your douchey tendencies tarnished the romanticized version of you that lived in his head

-because much to his dismay

-as your three week comeback plan continued to unfold

-he’d found that maybe you’ve grown on him

-just a little

-after the first week of awkwardly quiet meetings where the only talking the two of you did was him answering your questions and an occasional biting comment,

-the two of you had surprisingly grown fairly close

-you could call it forced proximity, but he has a feeling it’s a little deeper than that

-especially now that his friends have seemed to pick up on it

-he won’t even give anybody the chance to try and tease him 

-loudly groaning and interrupting the conversation the second anything that could possibly pertain to you comes up 

-maybe it was the way he was suddenly interested in tagging along to hockey games, but only for the women’s team

-or the way he’d print out all of your practice sheets ahead of time instead of emailing you the pdfs and making you print them yourself  like he does with all of the other students he’s tutoring

-it could be the way he’ll drop his conversations, coming to a hard stop when his phone goes off, anxiously checking to see if it was you

(and nobody believes him when he says it, but it usually really is you)

-there’s also the fact that he steps out of the room the moment he sees your face peaking through the small window of the workshop door

-you’d picked up the habit of stopping by if his bi-weekly robotics meetings are still running after your practice lets out 

-neither of you mention how the math and science building is well out of the way of your walk to the student athletes' housing

-but his fate was truly sealed the other day

-during your regularly scheduled session, you’d gotten a text from coach letting you know that practice had been canceled that day 

-pickles, his beloved frenchie, had managed to eat an entire large pizza and an order of garlic knots and was suffering the consequences

-he watched you cheer, celebrating your newly found free time

-and in a brief moment of confidence, he offered to let you tag along with him to his robotics meeting

“If you don’t have anything better to do, of course.”

-he really did think you were joking when you took him up on it

-only realized you were quietly tailing him about half way through his walk to the math and science building

-he only knew you were there when he heard the crinkling of you unwrapping some sort of snack from behind him

-whipping his head around and releasing a short shout when he sees you

“Jesus, they need to put a fucking bell on you,” he hissed, “Why are you following me?”

-he frowned when you looked at him like he was an idiot

“You told me to, douchebag.”

“What? When?”

-you click your tongue and give him another look, and he squirms a little, waiting for you to answer

“...When you asked me to come to your meeting… and I said yes?”

-he lets out a little “Ohhhhhh,”

“I didn’t think you’d actually wanna come.” he admits with a laugh

-you shrug and break into a light jog to catch up so you could walk beside him

“Nah, wanted to see that fat fuckin’ head of yours put to use.”

“I hope you know that I’ve reserved the right to revoke your invitation.”

-you only hum, lips twitching into a grin, 

“You won’t.”

-when he opens the door, all of the chatter that could be heard from outside came to an abrupt stop

-all heads turning to where you followed schlatt into the workshop

-you awkwardly cough into your fist when nobody says anything to you, just staring silently

“Uh, what’s good mathletes?” you awkwardly try to break the ice

-beside you, schlatt sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose while his friends chuckle,

“Robotics.” he corrects

-your tongue presses to the side of your cheek with an almost imperceptible raise of your brow, and he could tell that you were doing everything in your power not to laugh

-had you two been alone, you’d have made some kind of joke about how you’re itching to rob him of his lunch money

-but in a room where you’re significantly outnumbered by not just nerds, but your cute tutor’s friends?

-you decide to secede with a hum

“Right, right. Robotics team.” you correct yourself, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye before looking back to the rest of the small group, “My bad.”

“No worries, man.” Charlie pipes up with a friendly smile, “You’re on the hockey team, right?”

“Yup, Number 23.” 

-schlatt sends alex a dangerous glare from over your shoulder when he loudly coughs after choking on his water when he hears the number

-you give him a weird look before wiping your hands on your joggers, 

“Right. So, practice was canceled tonight, and he said it was alright if I crash your meeting,” you explained, jabbing your thumb back in schlatt’s direction,  “if that’s okay with y’all, of course”

-obviously, there was no protest

-schlatt rolls his eyes as he watches his peers push a few of the benches together

-eager to pick at the brain of the notorious #23, who seemed to be wrapping their usually introverted friend around her finger

-however, you seem a lot less eager to boast about yourself as they had been expecting

-sitting there quietly as they all settle into their tasks for the day, waiting for you to start talking

-you look around, a little unsure of what to do with yourself

-what the fuck were they building, a bomb?

-there were tools on the table that you had never seen before, and when you take a look at a paper nearby, it was filled with an almost unintelligible scrawl of numbers and symbols you didn’t even know existed

-he lets you squirm for a minute, occasionally glancing over to watch you fiddle with the fabric of your pants as you anxiously look at the array of parts and papers and pencils scrawled out in front of you

-maybe it’s a little cute to see you floundering outside of your element, sticking by him in an unfamiliar setting

-you manage to catch his eyes once, and you send him a pleading look

-he only raises his brow, smug

“Yes?”

-you sigh, knowing that he’s going to force it out of you eventually, 

“Where do you want me?”

-charlie freezes in the middle of twisting a prong

-glancing up at where you and schlatt are sitting across from him with wide eyes

-schlatt’s lip curl into a shit eating grin as he reaches for a ridiculously tiny screwdriver, 

“Oh, I’ve got just the thing for you.”

-he assigns you the most dreaded task he could think of,

-having you twist tiny little screws into the stupidly small threaded holes of the 3d printed box they planned to fill with all of the guts and wiring of their new bot

-but the task comes as a relief, giving you something to do with your hands as you listen to the idle chatter of him and his friends, occasionally chipping in

-enjoying hanging with the gaggle of geeks more than you had been expecting to

-you were dragged into the conversation again when tucker inevitably started going on about his most recent pump, 

“I see you in the gym all the time,” he says, getting your attention as he smiles at you from across the bench, 

“You’re fuckin’ jacked man, we’ve gotta go sometime so you can show me what’s up.”

-you only grin, glancing up from where you have the piece of machinery you’ve been working away at in your lap, 

“Oh for sure, I see you in there too,” and schlatt watches tucker light up like a goddamn christmas tree, “You’ll have to take it easy on me.”

-later on, the conversation takes a turn towards an upcoming competition that they had coming up, which you were eagerly invited to

“Wait, on the 12th?” you ask, deflating a bit,

“I’ve got a game that day, I won’t be able to make it.” you say with a frown

-there’s a chorus of groans from the team, disappointed both by you being unable to attend their tournament, and them not being able to go to your game

-you frown, crossing your arms and teetering back in your chair as you think for a moment

“Well, what’re you guys doing for your celly?”

“Celly?” Jaiden repeats, cocking her head

“Celebration.” you elaborate

“Right, well it’s kinda up in the air because we haven’t, y’know, won yet.” schlatt attempts to be snarky

-frowning when you only you nod at him before turning back to the others

“Nice, well when you guys do, Phi Sig is throwing for the team. You guys should pull up.”

-there are some excited reactions from the team, but schlatt crosses his arms over his chest, leveling you with a suspicious look, 

“You’re inviting us to a party to celebrate winning a game that you haven’t played yet? A little bold, don’t we think?”

-it wasn’t a popular take, for sure

-a direct invite to a Phi Sig party was a high honor around these parts

-and he remembers you saying something about the other team being “full ‘a fuckin benders” when he asked you about your upcoming game, confident in your ability to win

-but he remained weary, not wanting to risk getting the team’s hopes up

-but you disregarded any anxieties he had when your lips curled into one of your infamous cocky grins, a quick glimpse of your on-ice persona

“That’s one way to put it.”

●・○・●・○・●・

-the function already seems to be in full swing by the time they arrive

-there’s already somebody passed out in the front yard, surrounded by empty tweas

-you could hear the music and lively chatter coming from the house all the way from the street, windows lit up with colorful string LEDs

-schlatt sucks in a deep breath, following after his friends who are excitedly bouncing towards the house

-all of them proudly donning their matching windbreakers they had won at the tournament they had just returned from

-and part of him wants to turn tail and call it a night, just going back to his dorm after an exhausting day

-but he hears alex’s giddy giggle when they open the door, the riotous volume of the party now being heard at full

-he steels himself and ducks in, following the group to the kitchen, trying to keep a headcount as they struggle to navigate through the rowdy crowd

-it’s a relief when it’s a little quieter in there, only a handful of people in there chatting and pouring themselves drinks, the music slightly muffled

-he finds a corner to situate himself in as his friends geek over the selection of alcohol set out

-he grins as charlie hands him a red solo cup filled with sprite and something that burns as it slides down his throat

“Jesus, what the fuck did you put in this?”

“Shut up and drink it, pussy.”

-he won’t argue with that

-he makes the mistake of looking out at the rest of the party over the rim of his cup as he gulps down some more

-needing some liquid courage after seeing a small group of guys pointing at their jackets and snickering

-he averts his eyes, deciding that it wasn’t his problem

-instead choosing to look in the living room where a large number of people have congregated around a game of beer pong

-some others dancing to the music playing over the speakers

-his eyes travel along the back wall, where some partygoers linger on the outer hedges of the crowd

-of course, his eyes are naturally drawn to you

-he chokes on his drink as he watches you lean down so that a redhead in scandalously tight jeans can whisper something your ear, your hand planted on the small of her back as you pull her closer

-he splutters and struggles to swat tucker away when he comes up and firmly pats him on the back as he coughs

-when he recovers, he can’t help but look back to where he found you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

-eyes going wide when he sees your eyes already on him as you lean in closer to whisper something yourself

-lips curling into a charming smile when she pulls back with a laugh and you gently nudge her away

-he watches as you push off from the wall and make your way through the crowd and towards him, the throngs of people parting around you as you wade through with ease

-dressed in your jersey, lazily thrown over a hoodie and paired with baggy jeans

-he can tell by your flushed cheeks and toothy smile that spreads across your face when you enter the kitchen that you’re already decently tipsy

“What’s good, mathletes?!” you greet excitedly, happy to dap Charlie up as you walk in

-one of your teammates pops her head in after you with a confused grin

“Not the mathletes-” she laughed

“Aye, that’s robotics team to you.” you correct her

-schlatt’s eyes go wide when come closer to him and reach reach out and grab his shoulder

-easily spinning him around and pointing out the back of his windbreaker

-his face gets hot when he feels your finger drag across the poor quality printing on his back

“State champs.” you read proudly

“Damnnnn,” your teammate commends, nodding in approval

“I can drink to that!” another one of them, who seemed to have materialized in the kitchen, chirps excitedly

-the rest of the party rushes by in a blur from that point on

-because the next thing he knows,

-he’s going shot for shot with the women’s hockey team’s captain while you cheer him on,

-your drink sloshing over the lid of your cup as your throw your arms up and cheer

-he doesn’t know why he thought he could go toe to toe with a carbed up athlete, but it makes for a good time either way

-he won’t remember tomorrow, but with some firewater in his blood he was able to let loose and enjoy himself

-the only evidence of it will be blurry photos he finds in his camera roll and sent in the groupchat the next morning

●・○・●・○・●・

-the next time he regains sentience, he finds himself out by the street, hunched over a trashcan and hurling up the big mac he had eaten on the way back to campus however many hours ago

-he doesn’t hear you walking up behind him

-nor did he notice you follow him out when you saw him stumbling towards the door, the friends he had come with too sloshed to notice his escape

“You alright there, big guy?” he hears you ask, an entertained lilt to your voice

-he only groaned and hung his head further into the bin

“You were goin’ pretty hard in there,” you tease

-and he raises his head to glare at you, bringing up a hand and using the back of it to wipe his mouth

“Fuck yeah I was.” he said proudly, swaying as he pushes himself to stand up again

“‘M not done yet-” he mumbles, and makes to walk back into the party

-unfortunately, he doesn’t make it very far

-your eyes go wide and one of your hands shoots out to grab a fistful of his shirt as a last ditch attempt to break his fall, but it doesn’t do much help

-he ends up flat on the ground with a stretched shirt, groaning up at the sky

-you, once again, aren’t much help

-still a little tipsy yourself, and cackling hard enough that you end up on the ground next to him

-he would have taken a moment to appreciate the sound if everything wasn’t spinning

“God, that was good” you sigh, wiping away stray tear

“I fuckin hate parties.” he grumbles

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” you chuckle

-his chest goes tight when your face comes into view, looking down at him from where you’re seated beside him with a teasing smile, 

“You got somebody to bring you home?”

-he scowled, reaching up to push your face out of sight, 

“Don’t need you ta fuckin bring me home-”

“Brother, you are on the ground.”

“Fuck you.” he spits, moving to push himself off the ground, groaning once he’s sitting upright, “I can’t believe you let this happen.”

-you bark a laugh,

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” he scoffs, once again wobbling as he gets back on his feet, “None ‘a this woulda fuckin happened if you- if you- if you jus'-”

-he pauses and presses his lips into a thin line, glaring at where you’re looking up at him from the ground

-conflicting emotions swirling in his chest

-caught between enjoying your company and wanting you to leave so he can let his brain shut off as he lies on the cold concrete

-you watch as he struggles to string together a coherent thought, laughing to yourself as you get off the ground with significantly less struggle

-and all of a sudden it feels a little too much like you’re laughing at him

-anger flaring in his chest as he thinks back to the guys who had been snickering about his and his friend’s jackets earlier

-fucking student athletes and their stupid egos

-you’re no better than him, with your stupidly toned body and captivating smile

-once you’re standing, the two of you are nearly chest to chest

-if his brain wasn’t short circuiting before, it definitely was now

-his eyes widen and his chest goes a little tighter when it finally processes that you’re looking up at him

-thanks to the combination of your lack of added height without your skates and the close proximity between the two of you

-he’s close enough to smell the liquor on your breath and the residual stench of pot mingling with your perfume

-it’s intoxicating enough that he doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring at your lips as they stretch into an amused smile

“You were saying?”

-his eyes dart back up to yours, face growing hot when he realizes he’d been caught

-if he were a little more sentient right now, he would articulate just how badly you piss him off

-how much it frustrates him that he is simply unable to dislike you, no matter how he wishes he could (and probably should)

-with your stupid cocky attitude and smug smiles

-and your frankly unfairly great sense of humor that gets the two of you weird looks when you have him cracking up in the collaboration office

-or how easily you’ve slotted yourself into nearly every aspect of his life

-somehow weaseling your way into his academics, his work, his social circle

-his entire goddamn psyche

-worst of them all, he hates how you toy with him

-and he hates how he lets you

-your eyes go a little wide when he leans in close, feeling his breath brush across your lips with the proximity

-you make no move to pull away

-and maybe that’s his final straw

“Fuck. You.”

-the two of you remain standing close like that for a moment

-he flushes as your eyes bore into his own, searching for something, but he stands his ground, staring right back

-he frowns when you laugh in his face, 

“Yeah, I thought you’d say something like that.”

-you suck in a deep breath and glance away, shoving your hands into your pockets and teetering on the balls of your feet, 

“Listen, you can feel… however you want about me,” You pause and meet his eyes again,

“The main concern right now is gettin you somewhere safe so you’re not sleeping on the turf tonight. Now c’mon, ’s fucking cold out.”

-you reach out and grab the sleeve of his windbreaker, and attempt to pull him along with you as you try to walk away

-but he remains firmly in place

-you frown a little and tug his sleeve again, 

“What’re you doing? Let’s go,” you insist, nodding your head in the direction that you were trying to lead him to

-he narrows his eyes at you

-caught between enjoying you tugging him around and being pissed that your entitled ass just assumes he’ll follow you just because you told him to

“Where’re you takin me?” he slurred

-you gave him a weird look, eyes darting from him to the front door of the house as another partygoer stumbles out and leans over the handrail to puke into a bush, then back to him

“Umm, probably my place-”

-you’re cut off by him scoffing and dramatically ripping his sleeve from your grasp,

“Fuck that, ‘m not going home with you.”

-you laugh a little, unsure of what he’s getting at, 

“Umm, well I don’t really know how to get to yours, but if you think you can lead-”

“No, no. ‘M not going anywhere with you.” he mumbles petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest

-you sigh, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose before letting it flop back at your side,

“Why are you being so difficult right now?”

“Fuck you.”

-he watches as the last ounce of patience leaves your body, glaring up at him as you run your tongue over your teeth to keep from saying anything you shouldn’t

“Y’know what? Fine, be like that. Have fun with the raccoons, dickhead.”

-and with that, he watches as you walk away without as much as a glance over your shoulder

-and his brain is going a mile a minute as he watches you get further away, part of him expecting you to turn around

-when you don’t, something ugly stirs in his chest

-and he just can’t let you walk away with the final word

“I’m not some fucking puck bunny!” he calls after you

-he blanches when it comes out, but resists clapping an embarrassed hand over his mouth

-that did not sound as hard as it did in his head

-his face gets embarrassingly hot when he sees you stop in your tracks and look at him over your shoulder, bewildered

“...What?”

-and he knows he should just shut his fat fucking mouth

-but he’s drunk and he’s angry and you’re right there and once he starts he just can’t stop 

“I’m not just gonna do whatever you say jus’ for you ta fuckin pretend I don’t exist after you get what you want.”

-he stops when you fully turn around to face him again, thoughtfully looking him over before you speak, 

“And what is it that you think I want from you?”

-he doesn’t say anything, jaw clenching as he keeps his eyes firmly set on you

-he knows that you know what he’s talking about

-he couldn't possibly be the only one that feels the tension between the two of you

-you sigh at his lack of response, bringing a hand up to adjust your hair before you speak

“Listen,” you sigh

“If I just wanted to fuck you, I already would've. Plain and simple.”

-you watch as his face morphs from anger to confusion

-a small smile twitching on your lips as you watch the cogs in his brain turn before turning back around with a shrug and continuing on your way

-he stands there, watching dumbly as you walk away

-but he hears a quiet laugh before you’re calling to him over your shoulder, 

“You coming or what?”

-you shake your head with a smile when you hear heavy footsteps quickly approaching you from behind

●・○・●・○・●・

-the rest of the walk is spent in awkward silence

-well, awkward for schlatt

-you seem to have no issue with quietly walking side by side 

-but his mind is elsewhere, thoughts racing by too fast for him to pick one and stick to it

-you chuckle a little when you see him dazedly staring at the open elevator door in front of him, giving him a second to see if he notices

-when he doesn’t, you lightly push him with a hand on the small of his back before following him in 

-neither of you say anything until you enter your student apartment

-schlatt takes off his shoes on the doorway, leaning against the wall so he doesn’t topple over as he unties his sneakers

-you lazily kick your own shoes off before making your way into the kitchen, schlatt on your heels

-he bumps into your back when you stop abruptly

-he follows your eyes to where you’re looking

-finding your roommate standing in front of the fridge in her jammas, bag of popcorn in hand as she sends both of you a nasty glare

“Heyyyy Clair-”

“Who is that?” she interrupts, eyes boring into Jay’s soul

-he flounders, mouth falling open and snapping shut a few times as he tries to find something to say

-before he gets the chance, she’s turning back to you and heaving  a disappointed sigh, 

“I thought we agreed to no more groupies in the dorm.”

-you blanch as you now feel two sets of angry eyes on you

“He’s not a groupie!” you rush out, “Scout’s honor!”

-Claire only sighs, shaking her head as she turns to begin walking to her room,

“Just keep it down tonight, please.”

-after her bedroom door slammed shut, you turn to face Jay, who had been glaring at the back of your head, with a guilty smile

-and he would have given you hell for it if he didn’t feel his stomach churn, clapping a hand over his mouth

-your eyes shoot open and you’re like “Oh shit”, dragging him to your shared bathroom

-you stand there a little awkwardly, watching him wretch over the bowl for a moment

“Alright, ummm…” you scratch the back of your neck, “I’ll be right back. Don’t die.”

-he grumbles something indecipherable from where he’s hunched over and you take it as an okay to leave

-when you return a few minutes later in your jammas with a bottle of water, he’s seated on the floor with his back against the cabinet

-you nudge the side of his head with the bottle and he grumbles and snatches it out of your hand

-guzzling half of it as you settle across from him against the bathtub, just watching him

-he groans obnoxiously once he decides he’s had enough

-placing the now crunched bottle on the floor next to him and watching you back

-after a moment of silence you glance away and anxiously rub your hands over the fabric of your bottoms

-and he has to admit that you look awfully cute in your oversized t-shirt and flannel pants

“So…” you start awkwardly, “How’re we feeling?”

-he quirks an unentertained brow and presses his tongue to the side of his cheek before responding, 

“Why don’t you give me your best guess.”

-you give a quiet laugh before responding, 

“Well, you look like shit”

-he can’t help but roll his eyes and laugh alongside you, some of the drunken haze beginning to clear away as he sits on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor

“I mean, can’t be too bad if I’m here, right?”

-you only hum, pulling a knee up to your chest and resting your chin on it and looking back down at the tiles

-another beat of awkward silence passes

-schlatt is struggling to come up with another witty comment to make you laugh

-something charming and funny that’s sure to convince you that he’s worth your while

-and it’s on the tip of his tongue, but just as he goes to open his mouth, you’re looking back up at him

“I really like you.”

….

FUCK

-FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCJ

-his eyes go impossibly wide and he claps a hand over his mouth hard enough that his head knocks back against the cabinet

-he does not know WHAT possessed him to say that

-but the humiliation only sinks in further when your shoulders shake with a quiet laugh

“Yeah, I know.” you wear another amused smile and give a coy shrug, “Cat’s outta the bag.”

-schlatt is significantly less entertained

-the hand clapped over his lower face drops to his side and his lips part to allow his mouth to hang open dumbly as he stares at you

“What?”

-he really thought he had been sooo cool and chill and subtle about it

-how the fuck did you know? 

-how long have you known? 

-did somebody tell you???

-DO YOU THINK HE’S A WEIRDO PERV FREAK?

-before he got the chance to spiral any further, you’re speaking again, 

“No worries, man. I like you too.”

-another pause

-he sits there for a moment, wide eyed and completely still

“WHA-”

-his shout is muffled by you shooting forward to cover his mouth with your own hand

-he groans when the force knocks his head back against the cabinet once more

“Shut the fuck up, my roommate is sleeping.” you hiss

-you watch as his eyes crinkle and feel his lips spread into a smile under your hand before he says something that’s muffled by aforementioned hand

-you laugh and remove it, wiping any spittle he had unintentionally left there off on his shirt

“So, you have a crush on me?” he confirmed aloud, grinning when you nod

 “That’s mad embarrassing.”

-his cheeks hurt from how wide he’s smiling at you as you roll your eyes

“Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

-there’s another beat of silence, significantly less awkward this time

-the two of you take a moment to breathe a little easier now that the tension that’s been plaguing both of you in the past weeks has finally been acknowledged

-Schlatt is the first to break it, still a little confident with his lingering buzz

“So…” he starts, “What now?”

-you sigh with another shrug, 

“I dunno, it doesn’t have to be like,, serious or anything.”

-he hums, nodding his head with a thoughtful expression as he shifts a little anxiously

-he’d been worried you would say something along those lines

-your promiscuous history nagging at him from the back of his mind

-no judgment or anything, but a “casual” relationship might actually destroy him

-especially with how off kilter you’ve had him with just a crush

-it’s a matter of self preservation, because he knows you have the potential to ruin his life

-and that he would let you

-you watch as he brings his his hands up and presses his fingers together as he struggles to find a way to articulate himself without sounding like an ass

-ESPECIALLY with his major fuck up earlier (even though it seems to have worked out in his favor thus far)

“I don’t think I’d be down for anything that wasn’t… serious.” he made sure to say it slowly, cautiously

-sure to articulate himself in a manner that wouldn’t disturb the serene atmosphere in the bathroom

-his face falls when he hears you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, 

“Right, I figured you’d say something like that. Um,”

-he watches as you sigh and tilt your head back to look at the ceiling like it has the answers written on it

(ignoring how soft the newly exposed expanse of skin looks, muscles flexing underneath as you nervously swallow)

“I’m going to keep it real with you, this is one of the best seasons the team’s had in a long time,” you start, your eyes once again landing on schlatt who nods, urging you to continue 

“And right now, I’m not willing to risk having any new distractions to throw me off my game, especially with the end of the season coming up."

-he deflates a bit, cheeks heating up with shame as he begins to brace himself for the sting of rejection

"That, and the fact that I don’t want to end up disappointing you by making any… commitments,  that I frankly don’t have the time for right now.”

-Once it seems like you’re finished, schlatt nods again with an understanding hum

-despite not really understanding what you’re getting at

-ARE YOU REJECTING HIM OR NOT, WOMAN?

-GOD

-he watches you bite back a smile

-but it was hard to do with how braindead he looked as he tried to decipher what you were saying

“So what that means is that if you’re willing to hold out until the end of the season….”

-you pause and look at him expectantly, waiting for it to click

“Oh… OH!” and suddenly he’s sitting up a little straighter and bright eyed

-he catches himself getting a little too excited and reels it back in, leaning back against the cabinet with a totally nonchalant shrug, 

“I guess that could work…” he hums thoughtfully, stroking the chair on his chin, “But I’d like to make it very clear that you will be the one holding out.”

-now it’s your turn so sit up a little straighter, eyes lighting up as you sense the challenge in is tone

“Yeah?” you ask, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as you look him up and down

-he blushes but matches your energy, a rogue grin coming to spread across his lips

“Yeah.”

●・○・●・○・●・

-you would think that having that conversation would have cleared the air a bit

-releasing some of the tension that had been building

-but it most definitely did not. 

-as a matter of fact, it seemed to do the exact opposite

-it was brutal, really, being torn between wanting nothing more than to jump your bones the minute the two of you are alone and wanting to beat you in this stupid fucking challenge that he set

-this, combined with your sessions becoming less frequent with the end of the season growing closer and you deciding to make it your personal mission to make his life difficult, made for an incredibly long week

-but he wouldn’t deny that he was enjoying the newfound attention

-it was like the less he saw you, the more forward you became

-growing more determined to break him the closer you got to your final game

-admittedly, he was holding out a little better than you had initially expected

-holding strong when you decided to sit next to him during your tutoring session instead of across from him like you usually would

-pressing the strong line of your thigh snugly against his, the smell of your shampoo clouding his thoughts as he struggled to explain what a quotient was for the thousandth time

-showing up to sit in on his robotics meeting in a compression shirt that has him stumbling over his words every time he snuck a glance at you

-it definitely did not help that almost every time he did, he found that your eyes were already set on him, unmoving when he meets your gaze

-though that’s not to say that it was a cakewalk for you

-the dry spell was brutal, especially considering that beforehand you were getting laid pretty consistently

-the more time that passed, the more desperate you became

-getting to the point where even the smallest things left you reeling

-though you’d rather god strike you dead on the spot than admit it

-but that fucker was already onto you and you knew it

-you could tell by his self satisfied smile after he watched you squirm as he praised you for passing your most recent exam

-or hovering close enough to you that you can can smell his cologne and feel the heat that the warm mass of his body was throwing off

-he’d also stopped bothering to hide his brazen stares, only giving you a toothy grin when you turn and catch his his eyes firmly planted on your ass

-it soon became painfully clear that one of you had to break, and soon

-it’s just funny because

-neither of you expected it to be you

●・○・●・○・●・

-it’d been an unusually free day for both of you, with most of campus being shut down due to a snow storm rolling in

-you’d taken advantage of it, sleeping in until about noon and waking up to flurries of snow falling from the sky and the sound of your roommate watching jersey shore

-you grumble and roll over, ready to go back to sleep until you hear your phone buzz on your nightstand

-you sigh and sit up, running a hand through your hair to get it out of your face before picking it up, a sleepy smile stretching across your lips when you see who had been blowing up your phone

smartfella 🤓: hi 🧍🏻‍♀️

smartfella 🤓: hey lol

smartfella 🤓: u still down to study today or na

smartfella 🤓: a little snow cant stop the grind 💪

fartsmella 🍖: wtf r u talking about

fartsmella 🍖: collaboration office is closed 2day u fool

-you watch his typing bubble pop up and disappear a few times before you receive a response 

smartfella 🤓: since when is the collaboration office a concern

smartfella 🤓: we’ve only actually studied there like twice

fartsmella 🍖: what does this have to do with me

smartfella 🤓: 😐

smartfella 🤓: come over

fartsmella 🍖: k

-schlatt lets out a small laugh when he reads your response, a little surprised at how little convincing it took

-but stops laughing when the reality of you coming over sets in

-he panics and lunges out of bed, stumbling due to his legs being tangled in his blankets

-he hurried to make his bed before scurrying around his room to gather any trash he could find before rushing out into the common room, where ted was lounging on the couch

-his roommate’s eyes go a little wide when he sees how frazzled schlatt looks, shouting indignantly when he tears the blanket off of his lap before folding it and throwing it over the back of the couch, 

“What the hell, man?!”

-schlatt doesn’t even look over at him as he quickly makes his way to the windows, opening them up and making a desperate attempt to waft out any unpleasant boy smell that may be lingering in the dorm, 

“You need to leave.”

“What?”

-ted yelps when schlatt makes his way back over to him and tries to drag him off of the couch

-it quickly turns into a match of slapbox as the two bicker, 

“You need to get the hell out of here man-”

“The fuck are you talking about, I live here!”

“Just get the fuck out, please”

“Dude, you can’t just-”

-both of them freeze when they hear two sharp knocks on the door

-eyes darting from each other, then to the door, then back to each other

-before schlatt even has the chance to think, ted is taking advantage of the distraction and shoving him to the floor, sending him stumbling back into the coffee table and knocking his elbow before landing on his ass

-but he gets up impressively fast when he sees ted making his way to the door and hurdles himself after him, hot on his heels

-but he wasn’t fast enough, his eyes going wider when he sees ted’s hand turning the knob

“Wait-”

-but before he can continue to plead, ted is swinging the door open

-silence falls over the dorm once more when ted opens the door

-finding you standing in the hallway

-dressed in a pair of snoopy pajama pants and your team jacket, having just thrown it on over your jammas after rolling out of bed and leaving

-you give the tall stranger in front of you a weird look as he just stares down at you before glancing back to where schlatt was standing closely behind him, looking a little exasperated

-why do his friends always do odd shit like this??

“Uh, Hey.” you try to break the silence

-ted doesn’t respond, only slowly turning his head back to schlatt with a shit eating grin that has his ears turning red

“Just ignore him” Schlatt pleaded

-you only raise your brows, eyes darting between the two men in front of you,

“Right. So are you gonna let me in? Or…”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” ted secedes, stepping out of the way to let you walk in,

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name, I’m Ted.” he introduces himself with a grin, holding a hand out for you to shake

-you take it, giving it a firm shake as you awkwardly laugh, 

“Haha…. what?”

-you’re about to make a comment about how weird the whole interaction has been, but stop when you hear quiet hissing and rustling fabric behind you

-you glance over your shoulder and barely catch schlatt aggressively mouthing something at his roommate before he realizes you’re looking at him and gives you an awkward smile

-your attention is brought back to Ted when he releases your hand, 

“Well, I was just about to head out, you kids have fun!” he chirps, before walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind him without another word

-you and schlatt are left in silence for a moment,

“... He didn’t put any shoes on.”

“That’s his problem.”

“That’s foul.”

-you take a moment to briefly glance around, grimacing a bit when you realize just how much nicer the student athlete housing is in comparison

“Damn ma, you live like this?”

-he can’t help but let a laugh slip, 

“Welcome to gen pop.”

“Is it legal for them to have you guys in here without heat??” you asked, briskly rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm up  after your cold walk to a colder apartment

“No, uhh… the windows are open.”

-both of you turn to look at the aforementioned windows as another cold gust of wind blew in

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

-you laugh before kicking off your shoes and taking off your jacket before making your way further inside 

-you make yourself at home, flopping onto the common room couch

-schlatt follows after you, remaining standing and looking down at you as get comfortable

-gulping when your t-shirt rides up and exposes a sliver your midriff as you lazily slouch

“So you invite me over to freeze and do math? That’s fucked.”

-he chuckles, shaking his head and doing one last scan of the apartment to make sure any embarrassing items are put away and out of sight

-you say something else as he does, but he doesn’t process it

-instead, his eyes are firmly locked on the awful anime poster he and ted ironically put on display on the back wall

-paling when he sees the grotesquely large breasts hanging off of the small anime girl on the poster

-you frown when you see him staring straight over your head, face pale and eyes wide, like he had just seen a ghost,

“Dude, what is your problem?” you ask, moving to turn to see what he was looking at, but pausing when he speaks again

“Weshouldgotomyroom”

-he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, desperate to keep your attention away from the humiliating poster

-he KNOWS you would tear him to shreds for it, and he's not mentally prepared for that

-part of him wants to breathe a sigh of relief when you turn back to fully face him, leveling him with a confused look,

“What?”

-you watch him flounder for a moment

-trying to direct you to his room, away from any chances of seeing the poster, without being suspicious

-any thoughts of anything vaguely suggestive had been completely cleared from his head, solely focused on the task at hand

-but you frown, cocking your head as you look up at him and try to figure out what he’s up to

-because it’s obvious that something has him antsy

“You…” you start slowly, “Want me… to go to your room?” you ask to confirm

-just to make sure

-bc not to be a horndog but like,,, why else would he be rushing you to his room after kicking his roommate out?

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be uhhh,, less cold in there.”

-he wonders if he’d been caught when your brows briefly raise

-but you follow it with a shrug  

“Alright, lead the way.”

-you laugh, a little confused when he comes over and grabs your forearm to drag you off the couch, 

“This is new” you simper, and go to look at him over your shoulder once you’re standing,

-but he puts a hand on the small of your back and gives you a rough shove before you get the chance to see the poster, sending you stumbling a bit

“Jesus, I’m going!”

-you walk up to what you’d assumed was his door, and you were about to turn and ask to make sure it was the right one

-but he reaches past you, briefly trapping you between his broad chest and the door, before turning the knob himself and pushing it open, allowing you to walk in ahead of him

-you awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, waiting for him to do something

-you watch as  he makes his way over to his desk and comfortably leans back on it, crossing his arms over his chest

-observing you observing him

-something in his chest warms at the sight of you in his space, a small smile spreading across his lips

-you feel your cheeks warm under his gaze and look away, trying to find something to take your attention off of him

-because the longer you look at him the more you feel like you need to be chained to a tree like a goddamn werewolf

-he looks stupidly good for just being in sweatpants and an old tshirt

-the tendons of his forearms flexing where they’re crossed over his chest

-you can see a glimpse of the meat of his upper thigh pressed tightly against the fabric of his sweats with how he’s splaying them on the desk

-with that stupid little smile of his, some of his gorgeous curls falling over his falling over his forehead

-you wipe your palms over the fabric of your pants, hoping to quell the itch to reach out and touch but it doesn’t do much help

-you cough into your fist before matching his stance, crossing your arms as you make it a point to look around

-taking in the variety of band posters and trinkets he has laying about

“‘S cute in here.” you mumble, daring a glance back at him

-and it was a goddamn mistake

-you watch as his small smile curls into something cockier as he slightly tilts his head to the side

-maybe something about you being in his territory has him feeling a little more confidence in himself

-it has you swallowing thickly as he shamelessly eyes you before they slowly trail back up to meet your own

-it may also have something to do with how good he looks

-or how you haven’t gotten any in weeks

-or the cocky lilt to his voice when he speaks

“Yeah?”

-and that’s all it takes to finally crumble your resolve

-before he even has the time to process what’s happening, you’re storming towards him

-he’s looking at you with wide eyes as you plant your hands on the desk behind him, trapping him there as you bully your way between his thighs before crashing your mouth into his hard enough that your teeth clack

-he can’t do much more than groan into it and reach a hand up to squeeze your waist

-sighing as your tongue slips between his lips and one of your hands shifts to grab the underside of his thigh and drag him closer to the edge of the desk

-he gasps when the other comes up to cup the side of his face before slipping behind his neck and knotting into the hair at the base of his skull, roughly tugging his head back to press a trail of wet kisses down the column of his throat

-he brings one of his own hands up to bury itself in your hair as he tilts his head back to grant you more access

-releasing a startled moan when you sharply nip at the soft skin when he gives your own hair an experimental tug

-when he feels your hand begin to snake its way further up his thigh he’s pulling back a bit, 

“Hey, wait-” he tries, using his hand in your hair to pull you away from his neck, groaning when you surge forward for another kiss that he forces himself to pull out of,

-whimpering when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it with a pop

“What?” you snap impatiently, but it’s awfully hard to take you seriously with your glazed eyes and swollen, spit slick lips

“T-The deal,” he struggles to get it out, chest heaving as he tries to pull himself back together, “What about the deal?”

-anxiety twinges in his chest when you look at him like he’s stupid, 

“Your deal?” you correct, clicking your tongue when he gives you a demure nod

“I could not care any less about that stupid fuckin’ thing.” you grumble before trying to lean back in for more

-you glance back up to his face when he shifts to bring a hand up to your shoulder to stop you, frowning when you see his smug grin

“You do realize that this means I win, right?”

-you only scowl, 

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

-he laughs, bringing both of his hands to grab your hips to try and pull you close again, 

“‘M sorry, c’mere” he murmurs, grinning when he sees a smile begin to spread across your lips

-despite you rolling your eyes as you allow him to drag you towards him

-this kiss is far less frantic, both of you smiling and sighing into it as his arms come to wrap around your waist, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his face

-you grumble indignantly when you feel him pulling away again, frowning when you feel him unwrap his arms from around you

-but you quit your whining when he uses the newly freed space to stand to his full height before leaning back down to plant another grossly wet kiss on your forehead and squeezing you to his chest in a tight bear hug

-both of you devolve into giggles as he attempts to shuffle towards his bed, struggling as you go limp in his arms to make his life difficult, along with attempting to weave through the laundry he had lying on the floor

-when you finally reach the twin xl, he releases you from his grasp,

-moving his hands to grab the underside of your thighs and hoisting you onto the bed before climbing up after you

-once he’s up there, you make quick work of straddling him, releasing a self satisfied hum once you’re comfortably perched in his lap

-you smile when you see him looking up at you, a little star struck as he takes you in

-blushing when he continues to shamelessly stare as you glare at him

“Dude, what is your problem?”

“You are so fucking hot.” he breathes without missing a beat

-you only nod with a shy smile, a little awkward

“Uh, Thanks.”

-he laughs before leaning forward for another kiss, and you’re happy to indulge him

-surging forward so that he can feel your chest pressed against his own and reaching one of your hands to bury itself back in his hair

-the other makes to grab one of his wrists, guiding his hand to your lower back

-happily sighing when he takes the hint and grabs a firm handful of your ass with a groan

-it isn’t long until the his free hand slipped under your shirt

-sighing into your mouth when he feels the strong muscles of your back shift under smooth skin as you grind into his lap

-you hum against his lips and grin into the kiss before pulling back, catching your breath with a toothy smile before reaching down to pull your shirt over your head

-you eagerly lean back in for more, glaring when he stops you with a hand to your waist

-he curses under his breath, and you feel him shift under you so he could lean back to get a better view of you

“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, running a hand up from where it hand gone to rest on your hip back up to your waist, grabbing it hard enough to bruise, strong fingers pressing into the firm muscle there 

-You laugh, slightly abashed at how openly he was admiring you

-but you don’t let it stop you from taking his wrist and using it to guide his hand to paw at your chest

-gasping when he shifts forward to press his mouth to the newly exposed skin, grinning at your quiet laughter as his facial hair rubs against you

-your moan harmonizes with his as he sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder before pulling back to admire his handiwork

-frowning when he sees that not too far from the angry red indents his teeth had left

-were very faint red marks that dragged all the way down to your lower traps

-he quickly pulls back and gives you a bewildered look, eyes wide

-your eyes get just as wide, if not bigger as you scramble to defend yourself

-having already known what the hold up was

“Hold on- Those are mad old, on my mother’s soul.”

“Don’t bring your mother into this,” he scolds before leaning back and looking at your other shoulder, finding similar markings there, 

“How old?” he asked cautiously

“Pre-comeback,” you promise, “And she was fucking crazy.”

he raises an entertained brow as he looks down at you, “Good crazy or bad crazy?”

-you paused, taking a moment to hum thoughtfully before answering, 

“A little bit of both?”

-he pulled away for a moment to narrow his eyes at you before grumbling a quick “‘s fine.” before resuming his assault on your neck and shoulders

-you laughed a little as you felt him sucking and biting new marks of his own into your skin to quell the jealousy churning in his stomach

-it wasn’t long before he was trying to slip his hand down the front of your pants, coming to a sharp stop when he hears you speak

“Wait-”

-he frowns when you grab his wrist, stopping him

-he looks up to gage your expression, releasing the breath he had been holding when he sees you eagerly looking down at him

“Can I take your pants off?”

-he takes his hands off of you, instead opting to recline back onto the bed and folding his hands behind where his head now rests on his pillow

-you gasp when you feel his bulge press against you as his hips shift while he readjusts,

-face reaching a quite frankly humiliating temp when you see his stupid cocky grin

“I thought you’d never ask,”

-you scowl as you crawl off of him, moving back to kneel between his legs

“Don’t do that again.”

-he goes BRIGHT fucking red when you move to grab him underneath both of his knees and momentarily push them up, making quick work of effortlessly removing his pants for him before tossing them somewhere random in the room

“The basket was right there.” he scolds you, a desperate attempt to regain some of his dignity

“Shut up.”

-he goes to argue, make a comment about how bossy you’re being,

-but his mouth snaps shut as you move to comfortably kneel on your haunches, muscles of your thighs bulging with the new position 

-you set him down on your lap, his ass planted firmly between your strong thighs with his legs hanging over your hips

-he gasps as you hum, running your hand from where it rested on top of his thigh up to the hem of his shirt, toying with it a moment before moving to pushing it up under his chin, exposing his chest

-his face somehow gets more red, and he resists the urge to bring his hands up to cover himself like some blushing virgin

-you let out another hum as you run your hands up and down his sides before bringing them to rest on his hips

-he bites back a whimper when he feels your one of your hands move down to paw at his bulge, cooing at the small dark spot where pre had leaked through his boxers

“This wet from a little kissing, baby?” you mock with a little laugh

-your head snaps up, brows raised toward your hairline when you hear him release a barking laugh followed followed with a

“What the fuck?”

-he can’t help but let it get away from him, devolving into a fit of laughter as he brings his hands to cover his face,

“Oh my god, what the fuck?”

-you laugh a bit as well, bringing your hands away from his crotch to rest near his knees, thumb running over the soft hair there

“What?” you urge

“Nothing, nothing,” he laughs, struggling to catch his breath, “Jus haven’t really done…” he pauses to motion to where he was splayed in your lap “this before”

-your eyes go wide and you take your hands off his knees like the skin had burned you

“Fuck, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Do I look like a virgin to you?”

-he scowls when you don’t answer

“Fuck off. ‘m not a fuckin virgin.”

“Sounds like something a virgin would say.” you tease, laughing when he glares at you, “Sorry, sorry. I think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, I just uh,, never been on this end before, I guess.” he admits

“Mhm,” you hum understandingly, hand coming to absentmindedly pet along the outside of his thigh as you observe him, “Do you like it?”

-he blushes, anxiously shifting his hips where they rest in your lap, dick straining against his boxers as the dark spot gradually grows larger

“I think I do…” he admits, a little shy 

-you hum again, hand rubbing a little further up his thigh as your eyes rove over his body, stopping to meet his sheepish gaze,

“I think you do, too”

- he feels his brain go gooey as your lips curl into a predatory smile as you move both of your hands to grab at his squirming hips

“I think you like it a lot.” you look back up at him through your lashes

“‘S a shame I thought you would’ve put up more of a fight, didn’t think to bring my fuckin strap.” you grumbled

-you gave him another confused look when he scrambled to pull himself out of your lap, eyes wider now

“Hold the fuck up- Your what?”

-you look at him like he’s an idiot before speaking again,

“I- What? My strap, what do you think this is?”

“I definitely didn’t wake up this morning thinking I’d be getting fucking pegged!”

“I mean, I didn’t think I’d touch a dick today but you don’t hear me complaining.”

“Oh, fuck you.” he scoffs, 

-you run a frustrated hand through your hair, angrily throwing your other hand in the air, 

“If you’d fucking let me.”

-he lets out a disbelieving laugh as you frown at him

“Well, what now?” you ask impatiently

“What’re you talking about?”

“I don’t really know what else you want me to do, so…”

-schlatt gapes at you for a moment, hands flailing as he struggles to pull his thoughts together

“I- You- I thought we were fucking?”

“Fucking how?” you snap

“I thought I was gonna fuck you, dipshit.”

-he bites back a laugh when he sees you malfunction for a moment, mouth falling open and snapping shut a few times as your cheeks heat up

“Is that okay?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice

“... I guess I can work with that, “ you start, “Hold on, here-” 

-you move to tug him back from where he had scrambled back on the bed so that he was once again sitting with his legs splayed out, and you moved to sit back between his legs

-one of your hands reaches for the band of his boxers, you glance up at him for assurance, continuing when he gives you a short nod

-he pretends not to be offended when you flinch back after his cock springs out of his boxers when you pull them down, 

-cooing as it twitches and drools more pre onto the skin below his belly button as you delicately run your finger from the base to the tip

“You have a condom?” you asked, looking up at him 

“You don’t have one?” he asked a little incredulously

“Not ‘round here, partner.”

-he dramatically sighed as he stretched to rifle through his bedside cabinet, tossing the condom he had thankfully stolen from the front desk of the health office the other day at yoy

-you catch it with ease

-bringing it to your mouth to tear the packaging open with your teeth before delicately taking the latex ring out of the packaging, looking at it curiously

-he sucks in a sharp breath when your free hand comes to grab the base of his cock a little firmer than he would have expected, watching the cogs in your brain turn as you intensely stare at it

“All good?” he asks

“Yeah, just don’t look at me,” you request with a laugh, which he returns until he sees your face drop and you look at him expectantly, 

“Oh, uh, okay..?” he says, a little confused, but willing to tilt his head back to the ceiling

-throwing an arm over his eyes when the urge to look grows too strong for him to resist

-he’s gasping, his hips jumping as he feels you fiddle with the condom on his sensitive tip, growing antsy the longer you seemed to just be fucking around

-he sits up with a shout when something, he doesn’t even fucking know what, pulls painfully, 

“Jesus!” He snaps, “The fuck’re you doing down there?”

-he glares when you laugh a little, holding your hands up in defeat as you look at him with a guilty smile, like you were caught in an act, 

“My bad, man” you laugh a little,

“Kinda used to, uh… working with a different set ‘a parts, here.” you admit

“Hold on-” he starts, quickly sitting back up to look at you with wide eyes,

 “What?” his eyes dart from where your hand is still wrapped around him, to your other hand that’s holding the now slightly unraveled condom, then back to you

-his brows furrowing, a little concerned

“Is this… not kind of a big deal?” he asks, a little unsure

-you narrow your eyes at him, lips twitching into a wry smile,

“Don’t flatter yourself. Jus’ put the condom on, big guy.”

-he laughs and thoughtlessly does as you say

-brain mushy as looks up at you as you move to straddle him again,

-eyes going a little wide when you reach back and wrap your hand around his length and moving to align yourself with the tip

“WOAH- Alright- Slow your roll there, no prep is fucking crazy. Especially if it’s your first-”

-he’s cut off by a short moan being punched out of him as he feels his tip just barely breach your impossibly tight heat, it taking every ounce of his willpower to keep his hips from jumping up

“Ffuuck-” he whined, throwing his head back and thickly swallowing, hands shooting up to dig his fingers into your sides hard enough to bruise as he tries to keep you from sinking down any further

-his grip doesn’t do much to stop you, ignoring his gasping as you struggled to sink lower, hissing at the stretch, thighs trembling with the effort of hovering over him

“Hold on, I need to- Fucking- Ah-!”

-you whimpered, leaning forward to plant one of your hands on his chest for leverage, essentially pinning him down in the process

-he gapes up at where you hover over him, cheeks flushed and brows pinched together, mouth dropping open with a silent moan as you clenched around him 

“Fuck, please-” he pleaded, no longer concerned with preserving his pride as he whined, his voice raising gradually raising in pitch the more desperate he became

 “You need to get off, please, fuck, I-”

-he’s cut off by your own whiney voice, 

“Fuck- Please, please, Jay,” you mewled, gritting your teeth as you struggled to take more, “Want it to hurt- fuck-”

-that damn near did the man in

-he’s left with no other choice but to use his grip on your waist to tear you off of his lap, ignoring your yelp as he suddenly slips out of you

-he took advantage of your brief moment of discombobulation, taking the chance to flip the two of you so that he was hovering over you, putting you in a similar position to the one you’d had him in earlier

-though now he was was caging you below him, hands firmly planted by the sides of your head so that all of your senses were completely overtaken by him

-his cheeks are flushed and he's glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair going a bit curlier, a few strands sticking to his forehead

-and he is fucking glaring at you, chest heaving as he struggles to even his breathing back out

“You-” he panted, “Are a real piece of fucking work, you know that?”

-you grinned, breathlessly laughing up at him

-but it’s quickly cut off when one of his large hands darts up to roughly grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks to forcibly silence you

-making it a point to shake you a little bit, just because he could

“I’m not fucking laughing,” he gritted, leaning down so that face was close enough to yours that you could feel the puffs of his breath on your cheeks

“You’ve done nothing but give me fuckin problems, y’know that? I should fuckin’ kick you out and make you wait the last four days.”

-he falters when you let out a keening moan, looking up at him with bleary eyes as you press your thighs together

-he exhales through his nose, still glowering as he gives your face another shake, 

“Lucky you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs lowly, leaning down to plant a hard kiss on your forcibly pouted lips before releasing your face

“Now, ‘m gonna stretch you out, and you’re gonna fuckin like it,” he explains, before grabbing the base of his cock and teasingly tapping it against your mound a couple of times, grinning when your hips cant up,

“and then you’ll get what you want. That sound good, sweetheart?”

-his lips spread into another grin when you quietly whine, dumbly nodding up at him

“Yeah, ‘s what I fuckin thought.” he huffed cockily

-any concerns you’d previously had with the… competence of his dexterity were quickly blown out the window the second he brought a hand down, swiping his fingers through your slit

-your eyes go wide and you flush when he brings his fingers to his mouth with a groan, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he sucked the slick off of his fingers before dipping his hand back down for more

-running his fingers through your folds again, coming to swirl around your sensitive nub for a moment before gliding back down to circle your hole

-grinning when your hips jump and you bring your head up to watch as he touches you

-you release a guttural moan when he dips one of his fingers into you, throwing your head back as it curls inside of you, twitching as it presses up against your gummy walls

“Hands’re so fucking big, Jay, fuck-” you whine as he bullies another into you, releasing a hard exhale as he feels your stupidily wet heat squeeze around him

“So fucking sensitive, baby,” he coos as you convulse around his knobby fingers, “Wha’sa matter, those girls not taking care of you? hm?” 

-he only laughs as you whine up at him, free hand firmly planting itself on your lower stomach to keep you from bucking away as the sensation grows more intense

-he makes quick work of making you come undone, you being brought to the brink of an orgasm embarrassingly quickly as he worked you like a goddamn fiddle

-he moans with you, dick twitching where it lays against you as he feels you gush around his fingers, groaning when your trembling thighs clench around his hand, trapping it there until you’ve ridden out your high

-you go a little limp once the aftershocks finally leave you, humming when you feel schlatt press his weight on top of you as he descends to plant a few kisses on your chest and up your neck

“You here with me, sweetheart?” he asks, lightly tapping the side of your face as your eyes roll  back to the front of your skull

“Mmmh, ‘m here.” you mumble, squishing your cheek into the palm of his hand when it comes to rest on your face

-looking up at him with a dopey smile that he returns with a grin of his own

“You alright?” he asks, grinning when you respond with a noncommittal hum

“You think you’re ready for more?”

-now that gets your attention

-he chuckles when you surge forward fast enough that your heads almost knock together

“Can I get back on top?” you ask eagerly, seemingly to suddenly regain sentience

“I don’t know, are you gonna act right?”

“Probably not.” 

“Fair enough,” he laughs, but still moves to settle back on his back beneath you as you perch yourself in his lap once more

-he hisses as you use a hand to realign him with yourself, 

“Slow, baby, please” he pleads as you run the tip through your folds, enamored with how pretty the head glistened with your slick

-you only hummed, looking up at him as you fixed to sink down onto him once more, slowly, like he had asked

-taking time to enjoy the significantly less painful stretch this time, mouth dropping open and forming a little ‘o’ as you watched schlatt throw his head back with a strained moan

-he forced himself to bring his head back up to watch as you took all of him, cursing when your ass finally meets the top of his thighs and you take a moment to adjust

-you let out a shaky moan once he’s fully seated inside you, hands shooting to grab onto his shoulders the moment he shifts to sit up, big hands coming to rest on your hips as you adjusted to the intrusion

-he let out a pleased hum as you used your grip on his shoulders to pull him in for a needy kiss, whining into his mouth as you shifted to slowly drag your hips up before sinking back down

-it goes like this for a few minutes, sighing into each other as you both basked in the feeling of being connected

-but it wasn’t long until you were gently pushing him back down and planting your hands on his chest to pin him to the mattress once more, looking down at him with an eager grin

“Y’ ready?”

-he smirks up at you, awfully cocky for somebody pinned to the bed, 

“Been waitin’ on you.”

“Fuck off.”

-he goes to make another snarky comment, but is cut off by his own sharp gasp when you begin to try and find a rhythm, hands shooting up to your waist in a death grip as you bounce on him

-his grip loosens when you slow down, finding a comfortable pace that his him throwing his head back and groaning, struggling to bring it back up so he could watch you ride him, unwilling to miss the view

-you were lost in your own world on top of him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, head thrown back as your muscles shift and flex with the exertion

-yelping and leaning forward to hover over him when his hips buck up to meet your ass, and he moans at the sight of you

“Fuck, baby” he gritted, “Take it so fucking good, fuck”

-he grinned at your keening moan when he began to piston his hips up into yours, you fall forward to plant your face in the crook of his neck, panting and mouthing at the skin there as your hips stop, allowing him to take over for a moment

-he laughed breathlessly as you moaned into his ear, 

“That good?” he teased, mewling when you sink your teeth into the column of his throat, growing needy at the sensation

-his hands moved from your waist to your hips, digging his fingers into the meat there as he attempted to drag you up and down his length

“C’mon doll, ride it- please-”

-he watches as you sit back up on top of him, grinning wolfishly down at him with flushed cheeks before once again finding your rhythm, moans punched out of you each time he meets one of your thrusts

-he clicks his tongue disapprovingly when he sees you bring one of your hands down to toy with your clit as you bounce on him, making quick work of roughly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away so that he could do it himself, groaning when he feels you squeeze him hard enough that he was worried he might pop

-it was a race to the end from that point on, fucking each other stupid as both of you try to make the other finish first

-schlatt is the first to break, cumming with a long, low groan and a thrust up into you hard enough that it almost knocks you off balance

-you stop for a moment to watch him ride it out, mouth dropping into in ‘o’ as his brows pinch up together, back arching as his hands hold you still on top of him with a bruising grip

-however, his low moans pitch up into something higher and whinier as you start bouncing again, abusing his poor spent cock :(

-but it’s not long until you’re following his lead, lurching forward to sink your teeth into his neck to muffle your moan as your walls spasm around him, cock twitching and managing another weak spurt of seed as he whimpers

-both of you lay there for a moment, panting into each other’s skin as you both try to recover

-you hum and melt into him when his arms come up to wrap around you, squishing you to his chest as he sighs

“Y’good?”

-you don’t respond immediately, turning your head so you can look up at him from where your cheek is smushed to his chest “Mhm,”

-he groans when you plant a hand on his face and use it to push yourself back into an upright position, laughing when he nips at your fingers, 

“Can you pull out, though? I can feel it getting soft,” you say with a grimace

“Fucking- Don’t make that face??” he laughs a bit at your slightly sour expression, “And you’re literally on top of me.”

“Oh, right,” you laugh, moving to get off of him, gasping when he slips out of you

-you stay seated on his thighs, watching with interest as he peels the condom off of him and ties it off, laughing when you lean forward and look at it, your nose scrunching, 

“Eugh,”

-he rolls his eyes at the childish sound, 

“Didn’t seem grossed out when you were bouncin’ on it.” he grumbled, smirking when he sees your cheeks go red again

-you remain perched on his lap for a moment, unsure of what to do with yourself

-but he doesn’t leave you up there long, reaching up to grab your upper arm and drag you down beside him, smushing the two together on the twin xl

-you watch as he closes his eyes for a moment as he comfortably rests his head on his pillow, hair a mess, flushed cheeks, bruised neck

-he peaks an eye open when he feels you staring, 

“The fuck is your problem?”

-you only hum, eyes soft as they take in his features, bringing up a hand to brush some of the hair off of his forehead,

“‘M just lookin,” you mumble, grinning when his cheeks flush and he swatted his hand away, 

“Would you quit it? Shit’s freaking me out.”

“You’re freaked out? I just touched a dick for the first time and you’re freaked out?” you ask with a laugh, cheeks hurting as you watch his lips spread into a grin as well, 

“Sounds like a you problem, toots.” he laughed, yelping a bit when you reached out to twist of some the hair on his chest, “Took it like a champ, though.”

“I sure as sure as shit did.” you say cockily, looking up at him with a toothy grin, “You’re next.”

-he pulls back to look at you, furrowing his brow at the vaguely threatening statement, 

“What?”

-you only release a content sigh as you snuggle closer to him, comfortably closing your eyes once you’ve settled

“When I bring this season home, I’m taking my victory lap inside of you.”

-he only laughs, not taking you seriously as he drags you closer and plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

-he pales when your eyes snap back open, looking at him intensely for a moment for sleepily drooping shut again, 

“Jus’ wait.”

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-a few hours later, you wake up from your nap discombobulated, phone being blown up by your roommate, who was worried you’d died after not coming home from what was supposed to be a two hour tutoring session

-schlatt grumbles when you sit up, blearily reaching out to try and pull you back down, whining when you swat his hands away, 

“Where’re you goin?”

-you sigh, turning off your phone and carding a hand through his hair, 

“I gotta go,” you murmur, a small smile stretching across your lips when he presses his face into the side of your thigh, 

“Nooooo,”

-you allow him to cling to you for a moment before gently removing his hands from you and moving to climb off the bed, 

“Claire’s separation anxiety is kicking, gotta get back before she has an aneurysm.” you explain as you gather your clothes off the floor

-he sits up to watch you move around the room, grinning when he sees you grab the sweatshirt hanging over the back of his chair and pull it over your head, leaving your own on the floor

-his raises a brow when he sees you grab his pair of pre-cum soiled boxers off the ground and shove them into the pocket of your sweats, 

“‘M taking these.”

“You’re fucking sick” he laughs, cheeks going bright red when you grin and make your way back to where he’s sitting in bed

“Mhm,” you hum, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly gives you, quick to grab the side of your face to pull you in deeper, tilting his head for a better angle when he slips his tongue into your mouth

-you sigh before pulling back, rolling your eyes at his petulant grumble

“I’m going now.” 

“Fine.”

-but he can’t maintain his pout when you lean in and give him one more chaste kiss, quickly pulling back before he gets any more ideas, 

“I’ll see you around, ‘kay?”

-he only hums, dragging his hand down your arm as you pull away, 

“Seeya.”

-he flops back into his bed when he hears his door clicked closed, sighing before pulling out his phone to give ted the okay to come back

-you walk past him lounging in a common area on his way out, biting back a grimace at the sight of his bare feet on the communal couch and sending him a polite wave

-his brows shoot up when he takes in your quite frankly inappropriate appearance

-hair mussed, swollen lips, bruised neck and donning a sweatshirt that he knew belonged to his roommate

“Learn anything new?” he asked teasingly

-you only grin as you continue to walk past,

“You have no idea.”

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That’s it guys. Sorry she took so long, was on my prophetic bullshit last night

also if you’re a podcasting white man who reached the end of this, GET BACK 🤺

i’d like to make it clear that this is more of a fantasy projected onto a random face on the internet, it just happened to be jschlatt. OOPS

alr have a good one and thanks for reading

 later. 

[cherllyio]

Why the Newer Villians in Lego Monkie are more scarier

So we all know that in the start of Season 4 MK said:

MK: "What if this is the part in our hero's journeys where things get a little bit darker."

And yea, im pretty sure we can all agree witht that-

But then, while i was writing an analysis/theory video on the villians of lmk, i reailzed something.

The newer villians are more "scarier and darker" because of two things:

How they interact with our heroes

Their colour symbolism and its influence on feel of the show

How they intereact with our heros

Now when im talking about "newer villians" im specifically talking about:

LBD and the mayor

The ink demons

The Brotherhood

The hooded guy from the underworld

First of all theese villians are much more smarter with how they plan things out.

While past villians like DBK and Spider Queen are hurrying to do anything to defeat our main characthers, our newer threaths plan things out more.

They are built up more slowly, but that also means that they can suddenly come out of the shadows and attack our heroes where they thought they were safe, and end up terryifing both for the characthers and us watching.

Hell, we havent even truly met the hooded guy yet, but he has already managed to give MK and idenity chrisis, kill Wukong for a period of time and introduce us to the ink demons, who are scary enough of themselves.

And in that scene where LBD was tormenting MK for the first time, she was moving slower, but she still scared the living shit out of everyone. This is probaly because she put herself so much apart from the normally high paste show we are used to, which just felt so wrong.

That they also have time to grow in the shadows, means they can also learn a lot about our main characthers, which leads to one of their best but scairest skills, manipulation.

For an example, LBD may be dead, but she still haunts the show because of her genius but terrifying manipulation she planted like a diseasce in MK and the rest of the show.

Their colour symbolism and its influence on the feel of the show

Villians like DBK, Spider Queen and even Macaque, though meant to be evil, they still match very well with the feel of the show.

This is because, like the rest of the show, they still are shown in bright colours.

But again with our newer villians, they have more blue, grey and/ or a more monotone look, again putting them apart from the rest.

The colour symbolism, both positive and negative, and influence speaks enough for itself

Blue: Melancholy, sad, visdom, truth, effectiv

Grey: Mysteries, lonlieness, death, deressing

Conlusion

Im really scared for season 5

2.

3. I have more way more things to say about these antagonists, more specifically LBD and that hooded guy. So i am currently, as i mentioned earlier, writing an analysis/ theory video about them. Its acutally about a quiestion thats been bugging me for a while:

If LBD's goal is destiny, while the guy from the underworlds goal is chaos, two very the most opposite goals, why are they both evil?

I plan to have this video uploaded on Youtube at some point in the next week, since its sunday today, so look out for that if you are interested. I will make a post about it, when i upload it.

Update: ITS UP!!! (here)

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hayakawa aki x fem!devil-reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a SEX DEVIL (aka succubus). m!receiving oral. ride 'im like a cowgirl baby!! aki bites 'n draws blood. WORD COUNT: 5.1k PSD CREDIT !!!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL SPOIL YOUR CROPS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ dedicated to the aki queen, @meownotgood

*₊˚💬୧ more than likely will be a series hehe <;33

A devil so powerful, there’s a waiting list for contracts. A devil so desirable, contracts are cherry picked. Where other devils are flippant about who they loan their power to, you are meticulous. Not a hair out of place, some might say. You have your reasons. For as much as you give, you receive so little in return. A caveat to your power is your crutch for staying alive.

Because blood is easy to come by. Cum? That takes work.

It’s deplorable, the levels you have to sink to for a meager helping of your life source. Unbecoming of a devil your size, of your stature even. Yet the irony of being the Sex Devil is that you enjoy it.

You crave it. You wish you didn’t sometimes. But a life of debauchery on Earth is better than contending in Hell and you’ll prolong your inevitable return for as long as you’re able; you’ll just be picky about your participating party.

So when a hunter started to haunt the whispers of lower-grade devils, you took notice. Delighted even when you saw what this Hayakawa Aki looked like. Devil hunters are a dime a dozen. Handsome devil hunters with brains? He’s so delectable, you can eat him alive.

You chose to wait. Your modus operandi: you will not beg for a contract.

You keep Public Safety just under your heel; close enough to be mutually beneficial, but not enough to lose your agency. So when his name came up, you needn’t hear more because your contract with him was signed the moment you laid eyes on him. “You know where to send him.” Your voice curt, you hear the click on the phone line. And once again, you wait.

The rumble of his engine is unmistakable in the dead of night. He pulls up to your residence, car humming before subtly giving way to weighted silence. His knuckles flex pensively around the steering wheel, his skin illuminated by the moonlight cascading from above. Makima’s voice, ever beguiling, plays on repeat in his head. I’m sure you’ll find her to be very helpful.

You’re unlike any devil he’s heard of, much less made contracts with. He’s signed away much more for a lot less. Yet what you ask of him has him giving a cursory look in the vanity mirror, brushing away his fringe until it’s falling over his forehead just right. His reflection stares back, mimicking his expression as it goes from dispassionate to frustrated, brows knitting tight as he chides himself with the click of his tongue.

This whole arrangement– It’s demeaning. Sex with a devil. Fraternization with the like is off-putting enough. Necessary but revolting all the same. This, however? Is far removed from those arrangements. Offering up his flesh to satiate a devil’s voracious appetite is a superficial sacrifice. You require something much more consequential: vulnerability. And to be frank, no Devil deserves that.

From your bedroom, you watch him with a huff. What’s he waiting for? You can’t help but roll your eyes at his hesitation. Humans are all the same. They kid themselves, paying reverence to baseless morals but fold under duress. You’ve seen this before from devil hunters like him. They hold sex in a high regard, thinking it’s beneath them to cavort with a devil but their first step in your door and they’re clamoring for your affection, for you. So you find it pointless that Aki’s still lingering by his car, taking a smoke break while you stew in the delay. He’s lucky he’s hot.

Nicotine in his veins and senses dulled a smidge, Aki’s come to a resolution. He’s not leaving empty-handed and he’s wasted enough time. He snuffs his cigarette out, chucks it in the car’s ashtray and adjusts his tie. Force of habit.

When you find Aki at your door, he has that same glowering mug you’ve seen him with before. He looks at you like you’re another devil to exterminate. You’d be lying if you said disdain didn’t look good on him.

His eyes, tired and narrowed, drink in your appearance and you watch as his expression starts to soften; a symptom of your pheromones at work. You follow his gaze as it trickles downward, intrigued sensuality marbling his azure eyes because of your body, what you’re wearing. You could be completely bare and still bring a person to their knees but that’s hardly any fun.

“You like it?” Your purring should be grating on his ears but it sounds like a song, a siren’s song. His leg muscles tense up, hesitating to take a step further. That just won’t do, so you gingerly walk your fingers up his tie, tugging at the knot as if to say you’ll drag him the whole way if you have to. You peer up at him, thick lashes batting alluringly but you can see his vision is still focused on your body, on the babydoll lingerie that follows the curves of your body and hugs your breasts with sheer lace. You glow under his watch, glossy lips curling to a smile as he starts to buckle under the pressure of your power.

You look… Enticing. True to your name. It’s utterly humiliating how his defenses are lowering so easily, to a devil no less, but fighting it is futile. Maybe it’s better if he lends himself to the lush feeling flooding his brain, the tension building in the crosspoint of his slacks. He gulps, perhaps swallowing the last of his pride, as careful fingers reach out to touch the lace bodice that stretches down your abdomen. “Let’s get this over with.” He tries to say with a sullen attitude but chokes on his attempt at a stern tone. God, you’re evil. He thinks as he watches those pretty lips of yours contort to a smirk.

“Be nice or I’ll leash you.” You’re teasing… Are you? Your aura is starting to overtake him because now there’s an uncomfortable stretch between his legs, cock starting to stiffen as he imagines you, chain in hand and collar round his neck. He can physically feel the last strands of sanity leave his body the longer he loiters around you. There’s a voice in his head still decrying the very nature of what he’s about to do but the longer his eyes cling to you, the quieter that sound gets. He’s finding himself to be particularly attached to your breasts and the fanciful way the lacy shelf cups frame them, just barely tucking your nipples out of sight. At least you’re nice to look at…

You start to roll the length of his black silk tie around your palm, giving it a once over, gaze briefly flitting over to your suitor for the night. Dusting his cheekbones is the most satisfying shade of pink, so pretty in fact you wish you could swatch it. He looks even better like this, a little bothered with only a small helping of shame remaining. You can’t wait to wring him dry, see him sweat and pant in trying to keep up with you.

You’re making his skin prickle with goosebumps and a surge of heat swells in his body, steam practically fogging up his brain. “Oh,” You coo, finally giving him full recognition, “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hm?”

Aki trails behind you, a curve to his back as you keep him close, using his tie as a tether. Like a dog. Utterly demoralizing, the way you have him ogling your body like a wretched fool but the delicious sight of the swell of your ass, hugged so tightly by the hemline of your lingerie, goes right to the budding erection in his pants and he’s starting to like it.

Your room is large and far too lavish for a Devil, but oh so fitting for you. Catching his attention, more than anything, is your bed; round in shape and massive in size, it sits raised on a circular platform and comes complete with silk sheets, as well as a few haphazardly tossed cushions. You live far beyond any means Aki is used to, it’s almost too overwhelming for him to process all the furniture and embellishments. His brain can’t help but wander, if only for a moment. Were your furnishings gifts? Supplied and paid for by Public Safety, for your services? He should feel disgust at this, logic still tells him as much, but he can’t find it in him to even broach that emotion. What he can feel, however, is his entire body and mind start to sink down, down, down under the weight of your influence.

You walk him to your bed, tie still in hand, gingerly motioning him to sit against the headboard with your palm now at his chest. He caves under your persuasion, watching with bated breath as you climb on top of him, your legs split as you take a seat on his lap.

Oh, you croon to yourself as you come to graze the thick outline of his dick bobbing in his slacks, he’s perfect. Your tail, long and crimson with an arrowed tip, flicks about enthusiastically. “Where have you been hiding?” You mumble, just loud enough for Aki to hear but you’re not exactly wanting an answer. He’s pliant in your hands, letting you cup his face as if to examine him closely. “Open.” You order and much to his surprise…

He listens. Now it’s not fully unexpected, your wiles have already wrecked havoc on his system after all, but it almost feels like he’s a foreigner in his own body. He parts his lips for you and you giggle. “See, not so bad now right? You humans get so hung up on the littlest of things.” When you talk, you have a lilt to your voice that’s a little mean, a little mocking, and his cock twitches because of it. “You should consider yourself lucky.” Now your thumb is pressing into his tongue, your face glowing with delight as you watch saliva slowly start to pool in Aki’s gaping mouth. “This is as mutually beneficial as it gets.” Your face gets so close, so fast, he can’t register fast enough when you lick into him, replacing your thumb with your tongue in a nasty, wet open kiss.

The groan that comes bubbling from his throat catches him off guard but more importantly, makes Aki realize something. He never stood a chance against you. Even someone with as strong a willpower as he can find all sensibility washed away by your essence. Right now, as far as he is concerned… You’re as powerful as it gets.

Aki’s eyelashes flutter apart, his pupils blown out but under a strong haze. Warmth is shrouding his body once more but now he feels fuzzy, a little lighter even. Your lips on his are irresistibly soft but your kiss is forward, pressing on his so much they already feel sore. God, why do you feel so good? Is this really what you’re capable of? How are you not kept under lock and key? His brain is swimming in these thoughts while he squirms under you, the stiff bulge in his slacks pressing into your clothed cunt as his hips impulsively jerk into you.

Your lips leave his far sooner than he would have liked but you can’t help yourself from taking a gander at your handiwork. He’s always been so beautiful with his stoic face and striking blue gaze but seeing him like this, jaw slacked and reduced to a desperate mess? He’s the best he’s ever looked.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” You murmur as you start to litter kisses from his jawline to his neck, hands fanning over his chest as you start to push back his suit jacket. He seems to follow your suggestion, rolling the shoulders off and you complete the circuit, dragging the sleeves off his arms and tossing it aside with little regard. Aki can’t be bothered to care. With his coat off, he faces the reality of how fever hot his skin feels, how you’re the only one who can provide some relief so with a crackling voice, he breathes, “Please.”

He’s begging you. He’s begging a Devil.

And he loves it.

Why was he ever fighting this?

Pop, pop, pop. One after the other, the buttons on Aki’s dress shirt come undone and he hisses at the sudden contact of cool air brushing over his skin. You draw savory sounds from him, first his breath hitching and then a subdued moan, as you lick a stripe up his abdomen and pucker your lips around the plane of his pec. You revel in the taste, in the way his skin squishes in your mouth. The more you suck at the skin, the more he writhes underneath you and now is when he finally has his hands on you, gripping tight on your hips. You wriggle your ass, giving one last nibble to his chest and feeling a surge of pride when you see how his pretty pale skin is now bruised. Marked.

You sigh like a dream when you look at Aki, flushed and bothered under you, but he’s only down a shirt. You need to see him stripped down, to satisfy the curiosity that’s been swimming in your brain since you first learned of the rather handsome hunter. Struggling to inhale, Aki lets out a hoarse, “C-Come on.” But he doesn’t speak with the same reason for his urgency as before - to get it over with - now he is pleading because he so badly needs to feel the rush of pleasure you’ll no doubt give him.

Aki tracks your finger as it glides up his torso until it’s crooked around his chin, giving him no other choice but to meet your slit gaze when you tell him plain and simple, “Get up then.”

To be honest, you crave him just as badly so you’re on your knees and on the floor in an ardent rush, meeting his clothed erection and nursing it through his slacks with a palm that opens and closes almost tauntingly… Because at the end of the day, you’re a Devil and you love playing with your food.

Painstakingly slow, you start to undo his belt. His heart is pounding. Then down goes the zipper. He struggles to breathe. Your fingers, ginger and lithe, bundle the waistbands of his slacks and underwear together and with one downward tug, his cock is freed, springing out and it looks… So much better than you could have ever imagined.

He’s long, his length having the slightest upward curve to it with a fat and pinkened tip at the end, and he’s thick with veins overlaid on and around his girth. A fine meal for a hard working succubus like yourself. You squeeze an exquisite whine from Aki when your fingers finally come to circle around the base of his member and a greater moan when your tongue, hungry and flat, draws a line on its undershaft until you get to the pre-cum bubbling at the tip. You ground the head of his cock along your tastebuds, committing to memory his personal flavor as you lick him clean. Oh, you’re going to want seconds for the rest of this poor soul’s life.

“Fuck.” The word is heavy, riding off an exhale as you flood Ak with heightened pleasure, far sharper and stronger than anything he’s ever felt before, just with your tongue on his cockhead. You smile around the tip, parting your mouth with the pressure of his cock as he finally starts to sink into your wet and hot mouth. The groan he releases is guttural and carnal as you suck all around him, smoothly swallowing his length to the base and never breaking eye contact. You’re so delighted watching him fold in your hands that you get right to it, pumping his shaft with a rolling wrist, your mouth never far behind as you coat him in your drool.

“G-God.” How can you make your mouth so tight, it feels like he’s fucking into you already? And the way you look at him, with shallow adoration, has his stomach flipping and his heart bumping. He knows you’ll eat him alive and he feels like he’ll let you at this rate. His lips twist but it’s no use, a string of moans keeps his mouth at a constant gape as you pamper him with your tongue swirling, dashing, and criss-crossing all over his cock. You dip your head low, humming around him with a mewl of your own when he reflexively jerks into you, pressing his cockhead to the back of your mouth but you keep on. As if that would stop you.

Every slope down his cock, Aki is treated to the sight of your tits, caged by the satin straps of your babydoll ensemble, bouncing with your nipples slipping out a little more each time. His fingers twitch, eager to find out how they would feel cupped in his hands. “You’re unbelievable.” You have him grunting and cursing. It felt like just a minute ago, he was looking at you like you were scum of the earth. Now he’s revering you like a god.

Digits still shuddering, his hands come to the sides of your head for some relief. Your hair is so soft, he can’t help but dig in, fingernails curling into your scalp with little regard for any pain he may cause you. You don’t stop so neither does he. He can’t take his eyes off you, never wanting to forget how you look with his length completely disappeared inside you, your cheeks hollowed out and all because of him. You’re perfect just like this, he thinks.

You start to gag, but not because he’s too much. You gag to gauge his reaction. His cock bobs in your mouth and you swear you feel him get harder as you sputter and choke around his shaft and now with a hand at the crown of your head, you know you’ve hit the spot. So he’s one of those. You note as you continue to amplify those juicy sounds of yours, rubbing your thighs in anticipation as he starts to meet you halfway with jutted hips. The closer he gets, the sloppier he is you can’t help but notice as his movements start to become ragged in pursuit of his climax.

Ecstasy building, Aki’s head lulls back and his lids shudder shut as he feels your fist clutch him harder, tighter, dragging his foreskin into your mouth with your tongue poking in and lapping up any spare pearls of pre-cum. You moan, on your own, at his intoxicating flavor, eagerly awaiting for the rest to come filling your mouth until you’re filled with his taste. You lose yourself so much in lavishing his cock that you don’t see it coming when his hand digs into your fringe, pulling your head back so he can get a better look while he face-fucks you.

You’re actually glad he did because now you can see him truly at his lowest point. His raven locks are sticking to his face and temples with a layer of sweat making him glow under the dimmed lights in the room. You can no longer see the cerulean blues in his eyes; all you can see are his pupils, wide with lust, sizing you up as he starts to roll his hips into you, following the rhythm you’d already set. “Fuck,” He spits, “Feel so good. Gonna cum soon.”

Soon was an understatement. At the pace you were going, he could cum any moment. Your mouth was a cavern for him to exploit and you clearly were letting him, allowing him to start fisting your hair for some stability while he rocks into you. The force of his orgasm starts to build fast, his balls tightening as the rush comes like a flood. His cum shoots in dense strings, filling your mouth until the salty taste is all your senses can register. He shudders into you, groans dying out as he finishes emptying his load inside of you.

Seeing you swallow his climax has his adam’s apple bobbing with a gulp. Your eyes seem to brighten, the color of your irises glowing with the ingestion of Aki’s semen, and your tail swats in the air in a clear display of elation. His cum goes right to the core of your being, lighting your flame and making you feel full… But you’re not satisfied. Not yet.

Your lips run down the measure of his cock until you’ve finally parted, with Aki fixated on you the entire time. His member, drenched in your saliva and still swollen, trembles in the cooled air and the only noise in the room is Aki’s soft panting. You’ve only been off him for a few seconds but he already needs to be inside you again, that much he’s certain of.

"Is that…" His voice whines down so he tries to repeat himself, taking a breath this time beforehand, "Is that it?"

The poor thing. He thinks it's over. He thinks he's already wrapped up his end of the bargain. "Mmh-nn." You hum, lips back on the tip of his cock while your tail bats in the air with interest. You hear him sharply inhale, his eyes instantly shutting again as you lick quick lines on the surface, poking into his still leaking slit a couple of times. “That was just the appetizer. The first load is always the tastiest.”

Aki watches you rise to your feet, body moving so gracefully and sensually you have him captivated. It’s twisted, how he follows your every movement, bewitched by how you toy with the strap hanging on your shoulder. You invite him with the curl of your finger to take over and that he does, hands much larger than yours plucking the lingerie straps and slipping them down and off your arms. The fancy night dress you’d been wearing joins the rest of Aki’s clothes in a rush, neither of you wanting to be apart for any longer than you had to.

Now nude, you direct Aki to the bed, where the real show will begin.

With Aki on the bed, you crawl on top and there he’s able to fully appreciate the form you’ve taken, ogling your body like a debased pervert. You’re a tease, lowering enough to hover right above the bulge of his cockhead but never dipping any more than that. His hand, albeit shaky, comes to land on your waist, a calloused thumb pushing into your smooth skin and rubbing circles just to feel you. “Please.” The word leaves his mouth faster than his brain can process and you just adore the way you can visibly see him melt for you.

“Please what?”

“Please,” Now he has both hands on you, “Sit on my cock.”

Now that makes you smile wide. “Yes sir.” There’s a snide intonation of your voice when you address him but he doesn’t give a fuck. All he can think about is you, you, you.

Your hips sink, the tip of his dick smoothing along your folds and pressing into your entrance until the pressure is enough to break through and he’s in. And god, you’re already so tight, you have his lungs struggling to get a single breath in. Your walls crease and mold to his girth and for all the trouble you’ve caused him, you’re making up for it and he hasn’t even filled you to the hilt yet.

“S-Shit.” You were starting to think you’d never see the day when Hayakawa Aki, one of the most highly regarded members of Public Safety, would fall prey to your lascivious spell but here he is, hissing as he’s pulling you down on his cock with depraved hunger. Grunting, Aki digs his head back into your pillow but he forces his eyes open, needing to see you take him all the way and when you do, you’re such a sight to behold. Your lips, swollen from sucking him off, part in delicious rapture and you see stars having him all the way inside you. The corners of your mouth turn upward, a smile coming over your features as you feel the slightest hint of trembling in Aki’s thighs as you come to a full seat on his member.

The way he feels inside you is unlike anything you’ve had before, and you’ve definitely charmed your fair share of characters but this Aki… He’s more special than you took him for. Your walls flutter around him, hugging his cock nice and snug so that you feel every twitch, every throb he helplessly gives you. “You ready?” You ask but it’s not up for debate. You grind your clit against his pelvis on your way up, following the curve of Aki’s shaft before bouncing back down on his length.

He’s so dense, thick inside you that you could imagine him easily breaking you, if you let him. But you’re in control here and he seems game for it, what with how wanton his gaze on you is and how sternly he’s gripping your waist. He’s so deep in you, you feel him poking against your core and that has your heart drumming so vigorously, you can hear your heartbeat so clearly in your ears along with Aki’s moans and the erotic sounds of wet skin smacking together.

Your pace starts slow enough, giving you time to relish how he stuffs your gummy walls on every swing up but you’re both in agreement that it’s not enough. You both need more and as though you’re in sync, he starts to jerk his hips into you, cramming further inside you while you dig down just as harshly. The way you’re rubbing down on him has you coating him in your slick, the mass of your juices, and it’s so much that it’s spilling down his balls and lap. That only makes it easier for him to thrust into you, forcing your body to roll along his shaft and bend to the new rhythm he’s setting.

How can one human feel this good? He has you feeling so high, so overwhelmed with the weight of his cock inside your cunt, that you don’t even notice his hand reaching out to your forearm and unexpectedly forcing you down so your chest is flush against his and your lips are just mere inches from each other. That certainly isn’t the case for long, as Aki immediately forces his lips on you in a rough and needy kiss. Your tongue is still coated in his essence, his taste, and he laps it up in a frenzy. Your own sweetness tingles in his mouth, sending a hypnotizing rush to his brain that has him feeling like he’ll never recover from this. Like he’ll never recover from you.

Your pussy still swallowing his cock, Aki’s hands land squarely on your ass and start to firmly squeeze your plush flesh, nails sharply piercing your skin until he knows he’s drawing blood. You whine and moan into his mouth, all muffled because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you break the kiss. “Don’t you dare pull away.” Aki growls and for once, you’re listening to a Devil Hunter as he starts to mercilessly buck his hips, thrusting harshly into you like you’re just a toy for him to abuse. Anyone else would be screaming, crying for a reprieve but not you.

His length penetrates you so roughly while the thickness of his cock has you full to the brim and the combination of both is sure to be a new addiction of yours. Now you’re thinking crazy, wondering if you should just drop all your other contracts if this Aki will keep business with you. Any sensible thought is pounded out of you soon enough, Aki’s hips crashing against your bottom fast and hard. Your kiss with him is just as cruel, his teeth capturing your puffy bottom lip and sharply biting down until the vulgar taste of blood is dripping into his mouth. You whimper but never tell him to stop. Why would you when he feels so good?

Too good, in fact. He told you to stay put but you can’t help it, you come to rise, still with his length fully inside you and resume your earlier position of bobbing up and down on his cock but now with a more reckless flair. As you do, as you near your climax, a script starts to sear itself into your pelvis. “The–” Oh now you’re the stuttering fool, “t-the contract.” You choke out, the outline of the brand charred in your skin.

Aki’s mystified by you, by what’s happening before him. Still ramming into your tight pussy, his hands move from your wiggling ass to digging his nails harshly into the design scorching itself on your supple flesh. You yelp, face glimmering with a layer of sweat, but your cries hit a new pitch when one hand dives down towards your cunt, thumb messily running circles around your clit. “Fucking cum for me then. I’m gonna fill you up.” Where did this man find his grounding? Your head rolls back, lips quivering with a never ending string of lewd noises as your thighs begin to give out– no, give way to Aki’s domination.

Now on a firm seat on Aki’s lap, his hips thrash against you until he feels his member swelling and pulsating inside you, against your narrowing walls that dare to swallow him whole. As he does, an inscription he can’t totally make out starts to appear on your pelvis but one thing’s for sure; you look good with his name in kanji branded on you.

“Cumming– fucking take it, devil.” You crumble all around him, your sopping wet cunt fluttering all around him as you too, start to feel your release bubble up until spilling over. He pumps into you every last drop of his cum but you still feel yourself trembling long after he’s finished.

Your pants of recovery cut through the silence in the room. What the hell was that? This man… He’s not human. Not with the way he just fucked you. You’re going to keep this one, even if it takes all your power. You’ll keep him safe, you promise to yourself… So long as he keeps up his end of the deal.

You feel empty when his cock finally leaves you and even more so when Aki gets himself dressed and ready to go. If you had it your way, you’d keep him there all night and all day… Though you guess humans need more than sex to refuel. A pity.

“Guess this is it.” Aki mumbles at your front door but you stop him from taking a step further, dainty little nails curling around the sleeve of his jacket as you look up at him with ravenous glint in your eyes, “Oh, didn’t Makima tell you? This contract is ongoing. I’ll ring you up when I need more.”

Shit. What did he get himself into?

[smutinlove]

Hello! I hope you are doing well.

I just read the rules for requests post and I wonder if I can send one. Hopefully, this is alright... Would you mind if the reader was non-binary? Not sure I can ask that so I'll leave it to you.

I kinda really wanted to read Jason and reader being best friends, and reader and Jason going to an amusement park with other friends. Whether friends and bestie/reader know about Jason's identity as Red Hood is up to you.

Reader wants to go to the haunted house attraction, but since they're easily frightened, they always avoid going on one. But they really want to have the experience someday, because even though it's scary, other people seem to have fun.

Maybe Jason sees that and decides to drag Reader and their friends inside, and they all have a grand time, because Jason is scarier than the actors. 😆

—hope i did this right!

•non-binary reader. (i really hope i did this right otherwise im cooked)

•no use of y/n, she/her, he/him for the reader (if there is let me know!!!)

•i've never been to an amusement park so idk if i got any of the amusement park shit right

The scars on his face and arms had slowly started to fade, but they were still there. It showcased what Jason Todd, your best friend had, been through.

He had died and then was reborn, shocking you especially. And later on, you found out about his identity as Red Hood. But that didn't matter. Today is supposed to be a fun day full of adventure and excitement.

The sun hit Jason's face, causing him to blink rapidly. "Idiot," you muttered. He rolled his eyes playfully. "Whatever," he said, digging into your bag of popcorn while your friends laughed.

You and the others continued to stroll around the amusement park. As you and your friends went deeper into the park, you noticed a giant medieval-themed haunted house with a sign that read, "FREE FOR TWO HOURS!"

You wanted to go. But it looked terrifying. There was a man dressed up as Dracula taking pictures with tourists outside the haunted house. He looked terrifying.

You gulped as you tried to lead Jason and your friends away from it. But then Jason uttered the most jaw-dropping words ever. "Hey, there's a haunted house! Let's go," Jason said. He grabbed your hand and led you and the others right to it.

Jason opened the door and motioned for you and your friends to go. "Scared, Todd?" you challenged. "We'll see." He winked and went in after you.

The interior of the haunted house was scarier than the exterior. There were cobwebs everywhere. It was dark, and there was only one way. Straight.

There was a curtain. Jason, being the brave soul he was, slid the curtain. Someone dressed up as a skeleton jumped up and screamed in Jason's face.

Jason stared at the "skeleton," totally confused, before chuckling. "Funny," he said. The "skeleton" gulped. Jason pushed past the skeleton, venturing further into the haunted house. You and the rest of your friends followed behind him; some were already terrified but also trying not to laugh.

As you, Jason, and the others ventured further, the walls became more closed in, making you feel trapped. You heard a creak and gasped. The lights started flickering. Jason laughed.

"A little trick. I bet a fake spider or a vampire will pop out any second now!" Jason declared, running a hand through his hair. You and the others murmured "okays" and "whatevers."

And sure enough, when Jason turned a corner, you heard a scream and rushed in front. Jason stood there, laughing as the man dressed as a zombie fumbled to get up, and he looked terrified of Jason. Soon, you and the others burst into fits of laughter.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

yayy

it's not my best work

it's been sitting in my drafts for a week or something but oh well

anyway it's pretty obvious that i've never been to a haunted house or an amusement park... #poor

[strawberrysands]

Scared out of my mind - Colby Brock

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: angst, fluffy ending, talk about ghosts/paranormal activity, mentions of murder and suicide (in the story as of why the place is haunted), fainting, cursing, not proofread

You groan as the covers of your bed get violently ripped off of you. At the foot of your bed, Sam is standing with a shit-eating grin, blankets in one hand and a camera in the other. Colby on the other hand, pulled your curtains open. You immediately bury your head in the pillow in an attempt to escape the sudden light.

“Is this some sort of prank? Or just straight up torture?” You whine, earning a laugh from both of the boys.

“Sweetheart, it’s almost 2 P.M.” Colby deadpans, and it’s a good thing that your head is hidden in the pillows, because your face immediately heats up at the nickname.

“So?” Your voice sounds muffled but the annoyance is evident in it.

“As you guys can see, Y/N is not much of a morning person.” Sam says, probably to the camera, and you flip him off without looking.

“We’re going to the Drayman’s Manor. Wanna come?” Colby asks and his voice makes you turn on your back to face him. You gaze into his blue eyes just a second too long before answering.

“On one condition though…”

“Anything.”

“Really?”

“No.”

You sigh. “Gimme the blankets back please?” You plead, and make grabby hands at Sam. Colby almost aww’s out loud at the sight of you pouting just for the covers.

Sam laughs and throws the material over you, covering you from head to toe. “Alright. We leave in an hour!” He shouts before exiting the room.

You push the blanket away from your face, and see Colby still standing there.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “What are you still doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you actually got up, knowing you.” He replies and you laugh.

“Good point.” You get up and walk towards your dresser, and Colby has to physically restrain every atom in his body to look at anything but you. Your hair was messy, your eyes still sleepy and the sleep shorts you were wearing made Colby’s mind wander to places it probably shouldn’t.

You turn and face him again and giggle at his expression. “Cat got your tongue?” You tease, bending over to grab something and purposely pushing your ass out a little more.

Colby clears his throat awkwardly and starts walking to the door. “I’m gonna-… I’m gonna wait outside. Yeah, I’m gonna do that.” He says, whispering the last part to himself.

--  time skip cuz im lazy

A couple of hours later you were standing in front of the Drayman’s Manor, together with Sam, Colb and Kat. Sam began the video and introduced you and Kat, and after that you headed inside to meet with the tour guide. Before you got in though, you swear you saw something move on the first floor, behind a window. Blaming it on fatigue, you shake your head and continue walking.

Colby, however, had noticed your discomfort and gently took your hand in his own. “Are you okay?” He asked. You gave him a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes and replied. “Yeah, I’m just tired. All good.”

Colby seems hesitant, but you had reached to house and the tour guide was coming your way so he joined Sam to film.

“Are you okay with us filming?” Colby asks her.

“Totally! We get a lot of people here who want to document their time here, so it’s no problem.” She replies kindly.

Polly, the guide, immediately takes us up to the first floor, supposedly the most haunted one.

“As you may know, James Drayman bought this manor in the 1850’s for him and his wife, Laura. It was supposed to be a loving family home, but, naturally, it wasn’t.” She says, and Kat shivers.

“How did he afford this place? I mean, it’s a really big house, and I understood that James and Laura weren’t exactly that rich.” Colby asks and Polly nods.

“Correct. James really wanted to do something special for his newlywed wife, so he thought to surprise her with this home. He couldn’t afford it at all, but he somehow managed to convince the seller that he had some sort of loan going on, and he was able to move into the place. However, after a while, it became clear that James didn’t have a loan or the money at all. So he started to force Laura to bear his children, whom he later sold on a market downtown as slaves.”

A/N: I completely made this place and story up and I have no idea if this is historically accurate so just bear with me here, it’s just a story

The whole group fell silent, processing what she had just said.

“His own children?”  You ask to no one in particular. Just then, a cold breeze moves past you and Kat turns to you with wide eyes.

“Did you feel that?” She asks and you nod. “Yeah, almost like a door opened and now the air is flowing in here now.”

Sam and Colby look at each other. “I didn’t feel anything.” Sam says and Colby agrees with him.

“James is known to target women who come here, so…” Polly trails off.

“Oh my god!” Sam shouts and turns the camera to us.

“Why is it always us?” Kat says dramatically and we all laugh.

Polly then takes us to James’ room, old wooden floors and tapestry on the walls. The air immediately felt way thicker here.

“Is it me or is it hot in here?” You ask.

“Yeah no, I feel it too now.” Colby says.

“James tried to keep it a secret that it were his children that he was selling, but as you may expect, a lot of people who worked here knew what was really going on.” Polly says. “Laura had no power whatsoever. She didn’t want to get rid of her children in exchange for money, so one day, she hid a pregnancy from James. How she did that, we don’t know, but she succeeded and gave birth to a girl named Marie. Laura kept Marie hidden for years and when she was old enough, she ‘hired’ her to work at the manor so she could stay close to her.”

“Did Marie know James was her father?” Sam asks.

“Yes, she did. And this is when the story becomes tragic.” Polly says slightly sad, and leads us to Marie’s room.

“After a while, James grew suspicious of Marie. Probably because she had such a close relationship with Laura. He eventually found out that she was his daughter, so he decided to kill her. One night, he came into her room here with some sort of metal pipe. He hit Marie until she died. You can still see the marks on the wall here.” Polly says and she points to the evident holes in the wall.

We once again fall silent, shocked by the actual evidence that was still here.

“It’s almost like he raised the pipe above his head and just went berserk on her.” Sam says quietly, getting closer to the holes in order to get a better shot of it. Polly nods and remains silent for a while, letting us process what had happened here.

“Sadly, that is not where the story ends.” Polly says. “Laura walked in here, and when she saw what had happened, she ran from this room all the way to the other side of the building, towards the kitchen. Come on, I’ll take you there.” She walks out of the room, leading us through what seemed like a complete maze of hallways.

“Y/N.” You hear someone say, so you turn around and look at Colby with raised eyebrows.

Colby looks just as confused. “What?”

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “Why’d you say my name?”

Colby’s eyes grew wider. “I didn’t…”

Seeing as Colby was the last of everyone, you had assumed it was him.

“Oh.” You frown and you feel this wave of stress wash over you. Colby reassuringly puts an arm around you and kisses the top of your head. “It was probably nothing, right?” He says, seemingly also trying to convince himself. You, on the other hand, weren’t so convinced yet. You had heard the voice clear as day.

Trying to forget about it, you catch up with the rest of the group.

“James followed Laura all the way to the kitchen, and in a moment of rage, he took a knife and stabbed his own wife. Then, realizing what he had done, he sadly ended his own life with the same knife.”

“Damn.” Kat mumbles.

“We still think that it’s weird for James to turn on his wife like that. There’s enough evidence to suggest that he genuinely loved his wife a lot, so researchers started to think that he probably had some sort of mental illness.” Polly finishes the story.

“I understood that you wanted to stay the night here?” She asks.

Sam nods. “If that’s possible, yes.”

“Certainly. There are rooms possible for you to stay in at the end of this hallway.”

----

After getting dinner, we went to our room where we would be sleeping to set up the equipment. After setting up the EMF reader, it immediately spiked to orange and everyone freaked out.

“That’s never happened before!” Colby shouts.

“It hasn’t! It normally takes like minutes for it to even spike up a little bit, we’ve never had it spike up that much that quick!” Sam says excitedly. He grabs the camera and after explaining what had happened, he recalibrated the EMF reader just in case, but the same thing happened. Kat set up some flashlights in case there was actually something in the room with us.

“If someone’s here setting off this device, could you please step away for a second to let us know you’re here?” Sam asks, but the EMF reader was still spiked up to orange.

“Did you work or live here? If you did, could you please step away from the device or turn on one of these flashlights? Just tap them and-“ You start, but before you could finish your sentence, one of the flashlights turns on and the EMF reader turns off.

“Okay, thank you very much. Is it okay if we ask you a few questions?” You ask and almost immediately, the flashlight turns back off again. You shiver and sit a little closer to Colby. Sure, you’ve come on investigations before, but you never really get answers like this.

“Thank you. We’re going to use the red flashlight for no, and the blue one for yes. Does that work for you?” Colby tries. Blue flashlights.

“Did you live here?” Kat asks. Red flashlight.

“Did you work here, then?” Sam tries, but no response. We asks a couple of other questions, but we don’t get a response anymore so we decide to try to go to another room. Marie’s room, to be exact.

“Woah…” You suddenly feel nauseous and stumble a bit. Colby rushes to your side and lightly holds you up by your waist.

Sam and Kat just share a knowing look.

“Are you good?” Colby asks concerned.

“Yeah, I just got dizzy. That was weird.” You say and you assure Colby that you’re fine, but his hand linger on your body for just a second too long.

Sam sets up the music box by the door, and pulls out the Ovilus.

“Alright guys, this device here is called the Ovilus. This way, sprits can come up here and talk into it and it’ll give us clear words.” Sam explains.

“Is there something here with us?” Colby asks, and the music box goes off for a split second. We all share a look before moving on.

“Could you maybe give us a sign of who you are? A name, a job, anything.” Colby continues. “ You can come up to this device here and talk into it, that way we’ll be able to communicate.”

“Labor.” The Ovilus spits out after a while.

“So you worked here?” You try.

“Children. Money.”

“Maybe it’s James and he’s talking about his children? He sold them to work, for labor, because he needed money.” Kat suggests and the music box goes off again.

We freak out and Sam’s signature ‘oh my god’ could be heard.

“That’s one of the clearest responses we’ve ever gotten.” Colby says in awe.

“Could you maybe give us any other sign? We heard that you like to touch people, why don’t you prove that?” Sam says.  

For a while, nothing happened. But then, for a split second, a clear image was in your mind. A family picture, a man, woman and a daughter. You shoot up and almost fly straight into Colby’s arms, terrified and eyes watery.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong angel?” He soothes you. His hand gently runs through your hair, the motion calming you a bit. Kat and Sam are looking at you, worried.

You clear your throat and turn in Colby’s arms, facing the others. “I- I’m probably crazy but suddenly I had like this picture clear in my mind, of a man, woman and I think their daughter.” You say, voice shaky.

“What the hell…” Sam mutters.

“Did you make our friend see that picture?” Kat asks.

“People. Show.” The Ovilus says.

“It showed you people?” Kat thinks out loud.

“That’s terrifying.” You say, a shiver running down your spine.

“Are you good with continuing the investigation?” Sam asks and you nod quickly. The last thing you wanted was for their video to be ruined just because you got scared.

After not getting any response in the kitchen, you decided to move onto James’s room. Again, just like on the tour, you immediately felt uncomfortable.

“For the final investigation of tonight, we’re going to do something called the Estes method.” Colby explains. “Sam here is going to put on these noise cancelling headphones, so he can get the clearest responses to the questions we’re asking.” Everyone sat on the floor in a circle like shape, and Sam put on the headphones.

“Is there anyone here with us?” Kat asks.

“Present.” Came Sam’s voice, almost immediately.

“Can you tell us who you are? A name, job,…” Colby says.

“I own this.. and then something.” Sam says.

“I own this house maybe? Is this James?” You whisper, but somehow still loud enough.

“Yes.”

“Holy fuck.” Colby says.

“Alright James, if this is you, could you give us one more clear sign?”

“Murder. Kitchen.” Sam says.

“That’s so fucking clear.” Kat says, astonished.

“James, it is true that you needed to have more children in order to get money?” You say.

“Work. House.”

“He needed them to work so he could pay off this house.” Colby wonders.

“Yeah.. something, I didn’t really get that.” Sam says.

Kat and Colby ask more questions, but you zone out. You’re not sure why, but your eyes are drawn to the hallway. There, in the doorway to the hall, there was something that you never thought you would see. A shadow figure with a hat on, at least six feet tall was standing there, just looking at you. You are so terrified that you freeze on the spot, unable to look away from the figure. You are unaware that by now, your friends are trying to get your attention.

Suddenly, without a warning, the figure moves closer to you quickly and before you know it, it had somehow passed through you. You let out a gasp before you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and everything turned black.

“Y/N?” Colby says as he sees you looking at the door for a while. He turns around himself to look, but there’s nothing there. When he turns his attention back to you, he sees your eyes grow wider before they roll to the back of your head and you’re falling to the floor. Luckily you were already sitting down so you couldn’t hurt yourself that badly.

Colby’s heart is beating so loudly that he thinks the others can hear it too. He cradles your face in his hands and try to stop tears from falling.

“Y/n? Y/n/n, please open your eyes for me sweetheart. Can you hear me?” He tries. In the meantime, Kat had taken Sam out of the estes method.

“Do I need to call an ambulance?” Sam asks, slightly terrified.

“I don’t know, Sam! What’s happening to her?” Colby shouts. He’s terrified, he can’t do anything but hope that you wake up.

“Y/n, please. I love you, just open your eyes for me. I know you can do it.” He pleads. Both Kat and Sam were worried as hell, but they could clearly see how affected Colby was by this. They had never seen him this way.

After what seemed like an eternity, your eyes flutter open and you groan.

“Y/n? Oh, thank god. Can you hear me?” Colby asks.

“What happened?” You ask groggily.

“You passed out.” Kat says, clearly relieved that her best friend was okay.

Colby helps you sit up, and immediately envelops you in a hug. “You scared the shit out of me.” He breathes. Images of the shadow man you saw flood your mind again, and you break down in Colby’s arms, letting the tears flow freely.

“Shh, angel, you’re okay. I got you, everything’s okay.” Colby says gently, kissing your forehead.

“I want to get out of here.” You whisper, and Colby immediately nods and helps you up. “We’re going home sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Sam and Kat give you two some space, staying behind to gather up all the equipment.

Once outside, you finally feel like you can breathe again. The cold night sky feels good against your skin and you close your eyes for a second. Colby gently cups your cheeks and you open your eyes, finding his blue ones looking at you with nothing but worry.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He whispers. Still at a loss for words, you just stare at him blankly. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back up again. Colby seemingly gets the hint and leans forward slowly, giving you every time in the world to pull away, but you don’t. He gently presses his lips to yours, his hands moving from your face to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

Once he pulls away, you cant help but let out a giggle that makes Colby smile.

“There’s the laugh that I love.” He says and you smile up at him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He say quietly, pulling you in for a hug. “I was scared out of my mind.”

"So was I."