#got so high his teeth hurt BLANK times

[auroramosaic]

you ever get so high ur teeth hurt

[charliemwrites]

Part 9 of Charmed Slasher Simon

(CW: this is all basically noncon. Like, yeah they had a “deal” but it’s not like it was agreed on in good faith ya know? Stay safe while reading, please, and let me know if this warning needs to be more descriptive)

You shake as Simon trails his fingers absently along your tummy, amused by the way it twitches, tickling and frightened in equal measures. So much he wants to do to you, but only so much you’ll be able to take for this first little triste.

Besides, though not long for this world, there’s only so much he wants that little worm to see of you.

“You ever spend so long fantasizing about something that when the moment finally comes, you’re just spoiled for options?” he muses aloud, pinching your nipples through your thin shirt. He can hear the high pitched noises trapped in the back of your throat, tsks at the denial.

“I’m usually a decisive man, you know that, sunshine. But all the things I want to do to you…”

You squirm when he pinches a bit harder, adding a little twist. He shuffles his knee between your thighs and pulls you back, making you grind against his thigh with every involuntary twitch and shudder.

“Could bruise this pretty ass for running out into the snow like that, reckless thing.” You jolt when he palms the plush fat of one cheek. “Or I could just torture your tight little hole. Leave that pretty pussy aching…”

You make a noise like a sob as his thumb rubs through the layers of your pants and underwear. You try to lean away but he’s got such a tight grip on your wrists that all it does is arch your back.

He inches his fingers over the crest of your hip again, dips back to your swollen clit and soaked cunt. Hell, you’re even wetter than before, a sticky line running down your thigh, fabric clinging to overheated skin. He groans against your throat, has to see it for himself.

You try to protest as he yanks your waistbands down to mid thigh, but he quiets you with those same two fingers stuff in your mouth, teeth scraping his knuckles. You nearly gag as he pets the back of your tongue, imagines how it’ll feel against the fat head of his cock.

In the firelight, you’re gleaming, something out of a fever dream. He leans you back farther and forces your legs wider with his own, lets the heat caress at the insides of your thighs, the creamy slick webbing between your lips.

“Fuck, maybe I should just play with this, huh?” He rasps. “Watched you do it so many times. You don’t know how to edge yourself properly, luv. Always let yourself give in too soon.”

You make a startled noise, huge, watery eyes finding his. He chuckles at the mortified question in them, teases his fingertips over your slit.

“Yeah, sunshine. I watched you fuck this pretty pussy, cryin’ ‘n pleadin’ for me,” he purrs in your ear. “Took everythin’ in me to let you have your fun, to keep from showin’ you how it’s done…”

He circles a finger over your clit, a barely-there brush that makes your pretty wet lashes flutter. Over and over, watches that flush bloom steadily over your face, down your neck. The haze glossing over your eyes.

“How about that, hm? We’ll start from the beginning and work our way through my list.”

He slips his fingers from your mouth, watches you lick unconsciously at the taste of him lingering on your lips.

“Y-you’re not gonna…?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes. Fills in the blanks and can’t help growling.

“Oh, you want me to hurt you, is that it?” he asks. “You want - no, you need an excuse to hate me. You’re hoping I tear you up so that you have an easy out for all these confusing feelings.”

You try to babble out a denial but the shock in your eyes is all the confirmation he needs. He tamps down his anger by dragging his teeth along your neck, working a dark mark into the skin.

You don’t know any better, he reminds himself. But you will.

“Don’t you worry, luv, there will be plenty of punishment for you,” he rumbles. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”

You open your mouth, maybe to deny it, but he pinches your sensitive little clit between two fingers and revels in the way you squeal.

He instantly soothes the ache with gentle circles, trailing kisses along your jaw. Tastes fresh salt on your skin.

“Best save your tears, precious,” he warns, smirking. “You’ll need them.”

He parts your lips with two fingers, leaving you open and exposed, groaning through his teeth at the sight of you. Wet and swollen, so needy for him. You try to buck away when he rubs a finger over your clit, firm strokes up and down.

“If you don’t stay still and take it like a good girl, I’ll tie you down and make you be a good girl.”

You duck your chin, eyes squeezed miserably shut as you try to lock down your body. It’s ridiculously endearing, how you wiggle and then catch yourself, breath hitching as you wait for him to lose patience. He hums whenever you start getting to squirmy, delights in the way you shiver and sink your teeth into your lip. Settle down only for him to change the tempo or the pattern and ruin all your self control.

He amuses himself drawing patterns all over your pulsing clit - circles and stars. Hearts that make your eyes roll back in your head. Zig zags from your weeping hole up to the very top of your slit.

It takes a while for you to truly approach your orgasm with the way he denies you a proper rhythm to build on. But he notices the moment you finally start to reach that peak, not even his reminder to hold still can keep you from twitching and rocking, helpless little jolts of your hips.

He coos. “So desperate to finish. Is it because you think I’ll be done with you once you do?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to get more friction, more pressure. He lets you rush right up to the edge and then stops, skipping down to circle your hole. Luxuriates in the fresh flood of wetness coating your thighs. It yanks you back like a dog on a leash, your orgasm right there but just out of reach.

You don’t even seem to realize what’s happened for a second, mouth hanging open and a cute little furrow between your brow. When he chuckles, teasing up to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, it seems to click. You shoot him a dismayed look, the most precious hint of betrayal lurking in your glassy irises.

“N-no…” you nearly beg.

He smirks, nips at your puffy bottom lip. “You can say no if you like. Or even stop. We had a deal, though, didn’t we?”

“R-Riley…”

You scream when he spanks your pussy. Not nearly as hard as he craves, but it sends pretty streamers of tears down your hot cheeks. Another, two fingers directly to your clit. You nearly crumple, only his hold on your wrists keeping you upright.

“My real name, sunshine, or I’ll give you a reason to say no,” he warns.

“S-Simon,” you whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He shushes you, petting apologetically at your throbbing core.

“I know, luv, I know. But you’ll never learn if I don’t teach you right.”

The tears don’t stop as he drags you right up to the edge again, bullying through the lingering sting of getting spanked with overwhelming pleasure. When he pulls back a second time, you start up the “no’s” again, voice shattered into pathetic little pieces.

“That’s alright,” he murmurs, “say whatever you need to get you through, I won’t be mad.”

He gets you so so close once again, cock twitching against your ass as it grinds back against him. But he lightens his touch, not stopping but not letting you fall, easing the pressure up and up and up until even the slightest graze would break you.

Instead, he pulls away entirely to squeeze at the plush of your thighs and hips, cooing over the way they shake for him.

“Simon,” you sob, tucking into his chest. He slows his touches, watching you try to curl into him, chest burning with something bloodier than love. “Simon, please. It hurts.”

He hums, sliding his hand back up to your pussy, massaging your labia. Careful not to touch your needy clit.

“It hurts, hm?” he croons, unable to keep the mean pleasure from his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to. Where does it hurt?”

You hiccup, sniffle. “M-my… my…”

“Tell me, sunshine, or I can’t make it better.”

You fold a bit, bounce, almost like a tantrum. So out of control on sensation and emotion that you can’t keep it together as you form the words.

“M-my pussy. It — I need…”

He hums again, fingers trailing down to your hole. Teases his finger at your entrance and feels it spasming around nothing.

“So empty,” he breathes. “Is that it, luv? Your little cunt is aching to be filled?”

You shudder on a cry but nod, face hidden against his neck. He lets you, far too endeared by your attempts to find comfort from the man torturing you in the first place.

“Hurts,” you repeat.

“Do you hate me yet?” he mocks.

You keen softly. “Y-yes.”

A tap to your clit again. If you weren’t so strung out you’d probably even find it pleasurable but right now it makes you writhe and beg him to stop.

“Dont lie,” he warns, voice low, “where are my good girl’s manners?”

“‘M sorry,” you whine.

“One more time now - do you hate me yet?”

Your words seem to get caught up in your throat so you shake your head. Hes tempted - so, so tempted - to make you admit it aloud. But he doesn’t want to be too mean, not yet.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “that’s my girl. You want me to make you feel better now?”

You sniffle again, lean back into him a bit more. “Please.”

“There we go,” he praises, “nice and polite. I’ll take care of you, luv.”

Your body is so ready that it’s nothing for him to slide a finger into you, slick already running down his palm.

“N-no no,” you mumble.

“No what? I’m making you feel better.”

“‘S not — need more. Please, please, Simon.”

It’s hearing his real name in your small, reedy voice that finally appeals to what little mercy he has. He fits two fingers into your cunt and curves them to rub your silky walls.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sunshine,” he groans through his teeth. “You’re gonna choke my cock.”

You squeal as he starts rocking his hand, fucking you at an easy pace, getting you accustomed to the new stimulation. Starts building up your orgasm again, piece by moaning piece, finding every spot that makes your back bow with pleasure.

“Please, please, lemme cum this time Simon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He huffs in amusement, caressing his thumb over your crossed wrists.

“Oh baby, you don’t have a choice.”

He flattens his palm against your core and pumps his fingers faster, harder. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each twitch of his wrist. You get tighter and tighter, voice pitching up and up, until your entire body goes taut, walls clamping down almost painfully.

He strokes you through it, brutal and relentless until you’re screaming at him to stop. That it’s too much. He releases your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat, obsessed with how delicate it feels in his palm. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers and your eyes roll back. The second orgasm gushes from your abused cunt, all over his wrist and your thighs, dripping puddles onto the carpet.

He loosens his hold slowly, work you over through it, feeling you squeeze and pulse with aftershocks.

When he glances at your pretty, flushed, and tear-stained face, your eyes are shut. Out cold.

He chuckles and gently lays you out closer to the fire, grabs a pillow from a nearby chair to set under your head. Lingers for a moment, rubbing over your back, massaging gently at your shoulders. Your wrists are already bruising.

Then a muffled noise calls his attention.

Brandon.

“Now the second half of the deal.”

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[ashwhowrites]

I have a request basically you remember when Robin saw Vickey and her bf kissing in a store and was devastated yeah so basically after that she ran head first into reader and soon enough they start dating and a few months/weeks later the roles are reversed and Vickey walks in on Robin and reader doing the same thing in the volunteer center/hawkings high

For the sake of the story, lesbians can kiss in public

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Miss moving on

Robin and Steve tried to move fast as the group waited in the stolen trailer, but Robin stood frozen in her spot. She could feel her heart slowing down as Vickie's lips pressed against a boy. Robin didn't have any proof that Vickie was gay, but she had so much hope.

Steve stood behind her with a pitiful expression, landing a comforting hand on her shoulder. His touch made Robin jump out of her trance, Vickie now looking her way. Robin turned around and began rushing out of the store, but then she hit something.

or someone

"OH MY" the voice said as their bodies made contact. Robin felt her butt smack against the floor and her cheeks flame in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Robin looked up to see a girl holding out her hand. But not just any girl, a gorgeous girl. Robin took her hand, blushing harder as the girl easily yanked her to her feet.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked again, worry in her eyes as Robin still hadn't said a word.

"Oh..uh...yeah" Robin stuttered

"Good, would be a shame to see a pretty thing get hurt," the mystery girl said before she walked away.

Robin stood shocked as Steve threw his arm over her shoulder, "Sorry about Vickie" He led them back to the van.

~~~

Weeks passed and all Robin thought about was the mystery girl who she truly believed hit on her. No straight girl would randomly say that. The images of the beautiful girl flashed through Robin's head repeatedly, Vickie so far gone.

Robin begged Steve to drive her back to that store, praying the girl might be there again. It was the only place and only chance.

"Good luck!" Steve yelled out the open window as Robin walked into the store. She wandered around, keeping her eyes on the lookout. She felt her heart speed up with excitement when she saw the girl again. She was looking at the shelves, and Robin took a deep breath.

Robin moved to stand next to her, pretending to look at the same shelf, her eyes going to the side to look at the girl. Robin tried to think of something to say but hated that she kept drawing blanks.

"Oh hey! I know you," the girl said, a huge smile on her face as she turned to look at Robin

"Oh hi!" Robin said, her voice cracking as her face flushed.

"I didn't catch your name last time," the girl said, holding out her hand. "My name is Y/N."

Robin swore that was the most beautiful name she had ever heard.

"Didn't catch me last time either!" Robin joked, cringing once it left her mouth. "I mean...uh..Robin"

Y/N laughed at her dumb joke and shook her hand

"It's nice to meet you, Robin"

~

Steve was listening to music when Robin yanked open his door. A huge teeth-filled smile on her face as she got in the car.

"GOT HER NUMBER!" she screamed

~~~

After the events of the upside down, Y/N and Robin barely had time to start their relationship. But they both knew one would start the second the world was upright. Robin cursed the timing of Vecna and the events that followed. But before the world went to hell, they had a few dates and shared a few kisses.

Now, Robin and Steve were at the school, volunteering to help the families that lost loved ones when Hawkins split into two. Steve was sorting through clothes but kept looking up at Robin. She stood nervously as she waited for Y/N to show up. Y/N was a kind heart and volunteered the second Robin said she'd be busy with volunteering. Robin couldn't wait to spend time with her, even if it was preparing meals.

Steve smiled as Y/N walked up behind Robin, tapping her shoulder.

Robin smiled once her eyes met Y/N's.

"Hi" Y/N smiled

"Hi" Robin whispered

They were both lost in their own world as they looked at each other. Blushing and softly bumping each other as they prepared sandwiches. Small conversations turned into soft whispers.

"You know with the world almost ending, I had a hard pill to swallow," Y/N said, biting her lip

"Of what?" Robin asked

"Not getting to kiss you" Y/N admitted, shyly looking over at Robin as she put down the knife. She wiped her hands on her jeans.

"Oh" Robin blinked, Y/N watched as her freckled cheeks began to redden, "well" She swallowed, "You could do it now"

"Yeah?" Y/N whispered, leaning in as her hands landed on Robin's hips.

"Yes" Robin whispered

The girls leaned in and their lips connected. Robin felt like her heart was exploding as she gripped Y/N's elbows.

Steve watched with a proud smile

And Vickie walked in at the wrong moment. Her heart slowed down as she watched Robin's lips smash against a girl she had never seen before. The two were kissing each other like no one else was around them.

Robin moved on, and Vickie realized her feelings too late.

[bmhcdnsms]

yandere best friend is your one and only.

x male reader

-> meant to be romantic (one-sided) but i think it can be read platoonically !

-> read my dni/byf before interacting with this post!!! FEM-ALLIGNED, MINORS, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU INTERACT WITH THIS.

yan ! best friend . . . who has known you since chilldhood and would rather die than be anywhere without you. he insisted on following your footsteps, going to the same middle and high school, even the same university. you met in elementary and to this day, in your young adulthood, he holds a special place in his heart for that place since it brought the two of you together.

yan ! best friend . . . who got hit by the puberty truck especially hard and had grown to be taller than everyone around him, but most importantly you. who also starts seeing the value in going to the gym daily, citing it as a direct source in making him stronger and getting him to be more competent in protecting you. he sees himself as your protector, must always be alert and in tune with what's going around the two of you so he can protect you.

"[name], you're going to get hurt doing that," he lightly scolds you, easily pulling you away from whatever it was that you were going. his inhumane strength makes it easy for him to drag you away.

"bailee, are you serious? the vending machine just ate my money! the drink had to get out of there somehow!" you complained, looking at the drink that was caught at an angle that stopped it from falling down to the latch. you were smacking the plastic glass to make it budge, to no avail.

bailee, however, saw it as you bringing bodily harm onto yourself and refused to stand by and watch any longer. hence why he took action in physically pulling you away.

"do you need ointment?" he asks, ignoring your annoyed scolding.

"i don't need ointment, i need my drink, you asshole!"

yan ! best friend . . . who makes it very obviously known that he's been the closest person in your life and knows the most about you. it's his way of establishing dominance on those nobodies that think they're your "friends" they don't know anything about you. they don't know you like he does. to think that they're under the impression that they do, though, makes him go absolutely crazy.

"[name] doesn't like that sauce on his food," bailee snarls, grabbing your order from the person's hands, "what do you think you're doing? are you trying to ruin his meal? do you not want him to eat? fucking bitch, i knew you were up to no good,"

your "friend" stands there, sputtering as they try to find the right words.

"what? you didn't know that he doesn't like that?" bailee taunts, rolling his eyes at the end as his arms bulge underneath the rolled up sleeves in anger, "of fucking course you wouldn't! you'd never be able to understand him the way i do."

what was supposed to be a relaxed day at the mall with you, bailee, and a handful of other friends turned into bailee scaring away all the other nobodies away and ending the day with you and him together.

another time bailee asserted his dominance as your best, one and only. friend was whenever he talks about you to other people. one time, there was someone that had tried slithering their way into your life and he was not having it.

bailee had entered your home with a spare key that you had given him, eager to just lay down in your bed and sleep away his stresses. balancing work and school has been stressful lately and the only proper way bailee can relax is by resting in your bed.

but why the fuck was the first thing he hears when he walks in your beautiful, melodic laughter, paired with the annoying sound of someone else's. he grits his teeth, kicking off his shoes in respect of your home, and clenches his fist by his side.

when he turns the corner into the kitchen/dining room area, he sees you sitting at the table with some random stranger sitting beside you. his eye visibly twitches at the sight.

"oh!" he breathes out, taking in the scene and forcing himself to count to 10 to calm down. "who's this, [name]?"

"oh, this is my group mate from uni. we just passed our final with the highest grade in the entire class, so i invited him over to celebrate. we got some good takeout and a cheap cake from the store to eat later!" you say with a lighthearted smile, not at all sensing the panic, dread, and rage coursing through your best friend's veins, "oh, you know all three of us were actually in the same middle school class! turns out ryan here was one of the 70 other kids in our grade!"

bailee forces a smile as he can barely keep his composure. this guy was someone you two had connections to since middle school...

'well, he hasn't known you since elementary like i have so that makes his value absolutely fucking worthless,' he thinks to himself, a bitter grin on his face.

"wow, that's really crazy how the world works," bailee laughs, looking in between you and shitface ryan with a blank look on his face. the two of you were sitting awfully close. that couldn't have been how the seats were set up to begin with..."uhm, [name] can i talk to you really quick?"

you nod immediately, telling ryan you'lll be back in a couple of minutes and bailee almost barfs at the sound of it. almost as if you're nuturing him like some father - as if you cared about him, that piece of shit ryan.

"i was kind of hoping we'd have the house to ourselves today. work and school have been really hard lately and i wanted to relax, y'know?" bailee says, resting his hands on his hips as he puts in the bare minimum in acting fatigued so that you could agree to kick ryan out.

"oh, we can stay in my room then, that way you can properly rest in yours! we will be quiet, i promise and we won't get in your way,"

bailee almost punches the wall in anger. let that absolute stranger be in a room alone with you? no fucking chance. his breathing got heavier as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched the fist at his side.

"no, that's not what i meant. i mean, i want us to spend my off day together. i need you, [name], please. i'm so tired i just need to recharge with you," bailee grabs your hand in his, mustering up a smile, "just me and my favorite boy. what do you say?"

you seem hesitant so he drives the point home with: "i just feel like we've been drifting recently. i never see you anymore..." that was completely untrue, bailee makes sure to be stuck onto you with every passing second. unless he's at work or school. so he used that as his excuse, knowing it was at least somewhat beleviable.

"but lee, i really did promise ryan-"

"promises with ryan are more important than our bond?" he asks, a hollow look in his eyes as he tries understanding what it was exactly that you were saying. "is that how you feel, [name]?"

immediately, you deny the accusation and he goes on to guilt trip you from there. he never feels good doing that to you, but there's no other way for you to see it from his perpsective.

needless to say, ryan was kicked out when you returned to the kitchen and you and bailee spent the rest of the day sitting on the couch, centimeters apart from each other, and laughing your asses off until the sun set. and when it was time to sleep, he selfishly brought you on top of him to feel your body against his.

reminder that you chose him and he told himself that you would always choose him. he was your best friend, after all. you two know each other the best.

yan ! best friend . . . who is your personal guard dog. he's actually a really sweet, kind, and considerate person!!!!...only for you. everyone else he could give less of a shit about. he slams the door behind him for every room he walks into because he knows you're not walking behind him. he doesn't give a shit about how he treats the general population of people because they're not you.

"watch where you're going you fucker," he sneers at someone as they had accidentally bumped into him, vs. "[name], c'mon, hold my hand. the place is really crowded we might get seperated from each other. and you know how i get whenever we get seperated."

"i'm not paying for my meal? this shit tasted so bad, i don't even wanna give them my money for how terrible it was! blegh!" after an outing with friends suggest that he pay his portion of the bill (as one normally should...) vs, "[name]! don't even think about paying! look, i can pay for our meal and then some dessert after. it's my treat so just put your wallet away!!"

"*has a resting bitch face*" vs, how smiley and carefree he is when he's with you. he's all smiles, giggles, and blushing cheeks whenever he's near you. but if someone were to interrput that time you have together, his rbf gets amped up at lesat 20 times than normal and he's glaring at whoever intruded on your time together as if they were a speck of dirt. he does this until they eventually get scared off by the tall, muscular man hovering centimeters behind you.

[gilverrwrites]

belphegor possesses jacks body, reader who is grieving jacks death finds comfort in belphegor? maybe a bit of a crush..

Close As Strangers

Belphegor/GN!Reader

Author note: I tried to keep the exact nature of Jack/Readers relationship ambiguous, so you can fill in the blank as you please. Similar with Bel/Reader, but it has very much enemies to friends/lovers vibes.

Rating: Teen +

Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst

Words: 1624

TW: Grief, arguing, manipulation, crying, very minor mentions of gore, mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Please remember: You are allowed to make a big deal out of things that are really big to you.

“See something you like?” Your heart feels hollow as you watch him wiggle his Jack's brows at you. Blackened, bloody skin peeks out from the top of his sunglasses. His words, his movements, the whole thing made you feel sick.

“No.” You respond curtly, intending to stop there. You can’t help the bitter word vomit that continues. “Just you, defiling the body of someone I love.”

Belphegor inhales through his teeth in mock pain. Not a hint of sympathy or remorse. When he alters his stride to walk closer to you and drapes an arm over your shoulders, you’re too shocked by his audacity to pull away.

“You know, babe, I think I know a way to help you feel better about all this.” He says, offering you a smile that is too sharp, too smug for Jack's face.

“What?” You ask, your eyes darting back and forth between his face and his unwelcome arm.

With a gesture to his Jack's body, he answers, “You could love me.”

You scoff, ready to respond with something harsh and mean, but when you look at his face again, his expression has changed. His head tilted back, chin pointed out, mouth closed and stretched into a familiar smile. There’s that empty feeling again. You know that’s not Jack, but that’s his face, his smile, and at that moment, you couldn’t snap at him like that.

Before you can think of a response, you’re both distracted by the sound of a shotgun being cocked. Dean, who had been walking a few paces behind, presses the barrel of his gun between Belphegor’s shoulder blades.

“Get your arm off them and keep walking.” It’s an empty threat, and all three of you know it.

Dean wouldn’t shoot Jacks's body any more than you could insult it. Even if he did, it wouldn’t do anything.

Regardless, Belphegor, with a smirk, releases you and picks up his pace, but not without raising those scorched brows at you one last time. “I like it when he’s bossy.”

“If we’re all gonna work together, you’ve got to shut up.” You call after him, slowing your footsteps until you fall in line with Dean.

“Awwwh, I’m starting to have an effect on you.” He calls back, refusing to give you the last word, and you concede, crossing your arms over your chest and walking in silence.

"Are you thinking about me?” The sound of Belphegor’s Jack's voice so close to your ear, the feel of his unnatural breath against your skin makes you almost jump out of your skin, makes your body tingle in a way it definitely shouldn’t have. “Is that why you're so unfocused?"

"You wish.” You retort, snapping your head to face him. Admittedly, you had been slacking off, unable to keep your mind off the chaos that had been the last few days. Particularly Jack.

Belphegor doesn’t appear offended by your response. Hands in pockets he offers you a casual shrug before stepping back and leaning against the nearest wall. The two of you were alone, guarding the back entrance of the High School. There had been a lot of debate about who would be ‘left with’ who and for what purposes. It seemed nobody wanted to leave you alone with Belphegor, but nobody else wanted to be stuck with him either.

“What were you thinking about then?” He asks.

Without processing, without thinking clearly, you reply. “You. No, I mean Jack. I was thinking about Jack.”

“Am I sensing a little Freudian slip?” That smile is back, the one that’s too much for Jack. But for a moment, you think to yourself that it actually looks attractive in a roguish sort of way.

Feeling flushed and guilty at your laps of judgement you look away. Hiding your expression. “No. It’s just… I don’t know.”

“It’s just hard to differentiate us sometimes?” He offers, in a tone much softer than you’d come to expect. You know he has self-awareness, but you’re surprised he’s showing it. When you nod your confirmation, he continues; “It must be hard. I mean, I’ve seen loads of people die, probably millions, killed most of ‘em. But no one that I ever cared about. At least, not for a loooooooong time. I don’t really remember it.”

When you hear his feet against the concrete you watch him from the corner of your eye. It only takes a few steps before he’s in your personal space again, but he’s slow and calm. His face is solemn as he gently places a hand on your shoulder. You think he’s trying to comfort you, maybe? But it all feels wrong.

“I’m just saying, I can tell the two of you had some kind of connection. If you want to talk about it, I-”

“Stop.” You shrug his hand off and turn your back to him completely.

“Stop what?” You don’t know if he’s faking it to play with you or not, but the confusion and the hint of worry in his voice, Jack's voice stings.

“Stop being nice to me.”

“Fine, maybe you didn’t care about him all that much.” The softness and uncertainty is gone in an instant, replaced with pure venom.

You’re grateful your back is to him. It takes everything in you not to spin around and go off on him. A part of you knows you’d likely lose your resolve the moment you look at him anyway; you’re inches away from the brink of tears already.

“Oh, blow me!” Is all you can muster.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Malice, all malice. It sounds so wrong.

“I’m gonna sweep the building.” This is too much, and you can’t cope. You need to clear your head. “Don’t follow me. In fact, just don’t move.”

You don’t turn to look at him as you leave, if he says anything, you don’t listen. 

You hadn’t told the Winchesters or Castiel about your spat the night before. So here you were, patrolling quarantine with Belphegor. Alone. Again. You’re certain any one of them would swap with you if you asked, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. They were hurting too. Besides, you figured after last night that Belphegor and you needed some kind of conflict resolution; you were just surprised when he broached it first.

“You haven’t insulted me all morning.” Belphegor nudges your shoulder with his own, and you can’t help the quiet chuckle that escapes you. “What’s up?”

“No… Yeah.” You’re not really sure what to say, so you offer him the only thing you know for sure. “My head is a mess right now.”

“I know.” He gives you that relaxed shrug you’ve begun to associate with him. There’s no way of knowing how earnest he’s being, but he seems surprisingly understanding, for a demon at least. “This whole situation is a mess, and you’re grieving. Can’t blame you.”

“Thanks. And thank you for helping us.” You smile at him, it’s a weak smile, but he smiles back and that tingle from last night returns. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“I know one way you can make it up to me.” You hold your breath in apprehension. Certain he was about to spoil the moment. “You can talk to me.”

Still tense from your moment of dread, you respond immediately and defensively, “We are talking.”

Clearly unbothered by your cautious reply, Belphegor goes on, “You can talk to me about Jack. It's not good to keep it all bottled up.”

You feel bad for assuming the worst. You’ve felt bad for a long time. How good would it feel to get some of that off your chest? How easy would it be to talk to Jack about it? Only, this isn’t Jack. This is Belphegor, who, for all his apparent kindness, is still a stranger. A dangerous stranger.

“I really don’t think I can do that.” The tingle on your skin is gone, replaced by the ever-lingering emptiness.

“Why?” The familiar venom creeps back into his tone.

“Because y-” As much as you want to tell him it’s because you can’t trust him, you don’t. You can't afford to lose his assistance right now. “Why do you want me to?”

“Oh what? Because I’m a demon I can’t care about you? Is that it? I find that offensive.” There’s a tinge of humour in his voice, but you’re still shocked by how accurately he hit the hammer on the nail. So shocked, in fact, that your only response is to stare at him slack-jawed. “You don’t have to be strong and good all the time, you know? Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.”

He stops his strides, forcing you to halt with him and turns to look at you straight on, jaw clenched as he impatiently waits for you to say something. Anything.

In that moment, with explicit permission to be vulnerable, the tears you’d held back last night, the tears you’d been holding back for a long time, finally come out. It starts slow, a tear rolls down each cheek, and you sniff to try and hold them back. You press your jacket sleeve to your eyes, but for every tear you soak up, another falls, until you’re heart-pounding, blurry-eyed sobbing.

When you feel Belphegor’s cold hands on you, you don’t pull away. You let him come close, you let him cup your face and use his thumb to wipe your tears, you let him guide you until you're chest-to-chest, your face cradled in the crook of his neck, you let him caress your neck and rub your back. You let him Jack lean down to whisper in your ear. “It’s okay. I’m here, don’t worry.”

[voiidlizrd]

Omg I came across your Star Child fic and I and IN LOVE.

Do you think we could get a continuation?

AHHH!!! Thank you all so much!! I really appreciate the love from the last post too! It means a lot to me since I love writing things like these! (＾▽＾)

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Dorm Leaders and Hurt/Sick Star!Child Reader

Disclaimer(s): Little bits of angst but lots of fluff and comforting! May include gross stuff like throwing up, bits of blood (due to accidental injury!) and things like that! Also typos.

Includes: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Malleus

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Riddle is apart of the horse riding club and brings you along to usually just watch, considering he cannot leave you alone without a proper adult (aka Trey and usually only Trey or maybe Carter considering he doesn’t trust the other dorm members as far as he can throw them) around to make sure you don’t eat anything or set anything on fire… again.

But then again, he does really enjoy bringing you along. You seem to really enjoy the horses and they seem pretty alright with you, mostly because they don’t seem to care either way wether you were around or not. Either way, Riddle thinks it’s nice to have you around.

But then you wanted to ride his horse with him!

“Pleeeeease? Just this once? I won’t ask again!” You whined tugging at PE uniform shirt, giving him a pout and attempting to do those puppy dog eyes to sway him, but it never usually works unless you annoy him long enough.

“You’re too little, Y/N,” Riddle said, putting the rattle on his horse and tightening its straps. “You might get hurt if you aren’t careful.”

“But you’re little too.” You said casually, giving him a blank look. It only worsened the blow as you just insult him based on his height.

He grits his teeth and feels his cheeks heating up, face scrunching up. “Hush! I’m older than you which is why I ride the horses! You’re like, what, nine?”

“I’m one.”

“You’re at leaste nine.” Well, you appear nine years old, but if he were getting technical, you were right about being one since you falling could be counted as your birth and having a human form, making you one, or maybe two years old.

“Still, you cannot ride the horses. Not yet at least. Maybe when you turn ten for your next birthday—“ which you picked yourself! Apparently you wanted the day to be the first time you met him, which totally didn’t make him want to cry… “I’ll let you ride the horses with me.”

You huff and cross your arms, making Riddle sigh at you, lightly ruffling your hair (though awkwardly, he’s still getting use to giving you affection).

“Riddle!” Sebek called from afar, his horse fully set up by the reins. “I think your reins are in the shed by the stables! Silver forgot to put them where they usually go in our last meeting!”

Riddle huffed and gave you one look and gave you a little smile, a small attempt to comfort you a little, before lightly jogging back to the stables and near the shed, which was a few yards away from the large sports field. Which left you alone with Riddles horse, those big beady black eyes staring into yours.

You lifted your tiny hand up to the neck of the horse’s brown fur, lightly patting it, which the horse merely stared at you as you attempted to pet it’s mane as well. It seemed unbothered but you and your antics, not even flinching or trying to nip at you when you threaded your fingers through its hair and caught a knot.

Then you got an idea…

You blinked at the horse and then grabbed onto the saddle, jumping up a few times to try and put your foot into the foot holders. After a few tries, you were able to hoist yourself up, though awkwardly and partly dangling halfway off the other side, attempting to readjust yourself, before finally sitting on the sattle.

It was high up there. To you and your little self, you thought you were a giant, a ruler of the world! Why would Riddle ever want to stop you from being this tall!? Was he jealous? You bet he would be if he saw you now!

“Y/N!” Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. “GET DOWN FROM THERE NOW!”

The burst of his voice and the fact he was racing towards you and the horse spooked the horse, making it get all fidgety and start to move around anxiously. Riddle didn’t notice until he got too close, realizing that the horse was now officially stress out and you were left clinging onto it as it ran off, Riddle whistling after it and calling for it.

You lost your grip on the horse’s mane and you were easily thrown off given how small you are, tumbling to the ground and kicking up dirt, your dorm uniform messed up and scratching yourself on stray rocks that were lying about.

Riddle wasn’t lying when he would say his heart dropped because his heart did stop and drop to his stomach when he saw you fall off and hit your head on the ground in the process.

“Y/N!” He called, his horse slowing to a halt when Silver ran up to intervene.

He crouched down to your side and held you in his arms, checking you over and feeling a little relieved when he didn’t see any blood, just a couple scrapes and bruises. But hitting your head would be worse than any blood.

“Are you alright!?” Riddle asked, trying to make you open your eyes and look at him, but you kept your eyes tightly closed, possibly from dirt getting in your eyes. “Y/N?”

“Are you two alright!?” Sebek came running over with his horse and looked to Silver who held Riddle’s horse and his own. “How about you put those two away, I’ll put my horse back in the stables later, Y/N needs medical assistance!”

You blinked your eyes open for a moment, rubbing the dirt that hurt your eyes and looked to Riddle. Riddle’s expressions was odd, especially since he hadn’t looked like this before, so fearful and concerned. He watched at you sniffled once, twice, and then you started bawling your eyes out, wailing loudly and wrapping your arms around his neck. You weren’t feeling any pain other than some stings, you just felt overwhelmed with the adrenaline and the sudden rush and how terrified Riddle looked.

“Y/N?” Riddle wrapped his arms around you, threading his fingers through your hair. He didn’t realize how tight his grip was around you.

“I-I’m sorry!” You cried, snot running down your nose and tears running down your dirt covered cheeks as you buried yourself in his shirt. “I’m sorry!”

If you had done this before his overblot and before he had a seriously reality check coming to him, he would’ve screamed his heart out at you and scolded you for hours after getting you to the nurse, but he couldn’t find it in himself to blame you. After all, you are just a child, practically a baby.

“It was not your fault!” He said grabbing your face. “I should have been more watchful of you. It was my fault.”

You continued you cry and press your face in his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso like a koala. Silver and Sebek tried to ask what they needed to do to help, but Riddle dismissed them both, prompting to carry you to the nurse to take a once over to make sure nothing was broken.

So that’s what Riddle did, he swallowed his pride and carried you all the way to the nurse. Who cares if other people are staring at him while walking down the halls!? He was gonna get you to the nurse!

In the end you were perfectly fine, just needed a bandaid or two and a seriously cleaning up. All the while you refused to let go of your koala grip the whole time, not even when you two got back to the dorm.

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Riddle stared back at him and sighed, feeling grey hairs already starting to form. “

Trey stared at the sight slightly amused and very confused. You clinging to Riddle with a dirtied uniform and Riddle looking stressed than ever holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

“So… What happened?” Trey asked.

Riddle sighed and could feel grey hairs starting to form. “Can you watch Y/N from now on whenever I go to club meetings?”

“…Yeah? Why…?”

“Just… Do it. Please.”

“Okay?”

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It had be hours and you still haven’t let Riddle go. The only time you did, you did in order to get dressed and take a bath, then you went straight back to koala mode, feeling very clingy now towards him after his concern and your near “death” experience with a horse. Now, Riddle, didn’t mind the first few minutes of this koala holding/cuddling, but now it was starting to get a little silly. Anytime he tried to get you off, you started tearing up immediately, which made Riddle panic and let you back up in his arms, which now left him sitting on the couch with a little child clinging onto him and refusing to let go.

“Y/N I have to get up, can you please let go?”

“No!”

Riddle sighs. This will be going on for a while.

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Leona left you usually to Ruggie most of the time, considering he sucks with children, but that usually fails since you come back around to him no matter where he is. He swears you’re like a leech rather than a star and considering he knows Jade and Floyd, it says something. But something about today makes him uneasy.

He was resting in his room, ready for a nap because he was exhausted of everyone around him, and curled up ready to sleep it away. But then as he settled, he realized how quiet it was aside from the usual chatter outside from his dorm members. That was normal. What wasn’t normal was the fact you were running into his room ready to either bother him, usually asking (demanding) to nap next to him, like you always do (which he allows you to do because he’s too tired to tell you no). But there wasn’t a single sound of your tiny self scrambling into his room nor Ruggie attempting to grab you from jumping on the grumpy sleepy lion, though Ruggie barely tried to stop you since he found it adorable. You were like a demanding sibling needing attention from their big brother. It reminded Ruggie of how he looks up to Leona. Leona didn’t understand it, but dealt with you reluctantly.

Now he was restless because you’ve officially ruined his napping routine. He growls and slinks out of the bed, practically stomping out of his room and finding yours easily, since it was closer to his and Ruggie’s. That’s when he heard Ruggie cooing over you and your soft crying. He entered the room, the door already cracked open, and sees you in your bed shivering and crying as Ruggie puts a cold rag over your forehead, trying to comfort you, although a little poorly since his encouraging words fell on deaf ears.

“I don’t wanna die…” You cried out. “It hurts!”

“I know, I know,” Ruggie sighs. “But don’t worry, this is perfectly normal! It’s just a flu. Your body is just fighting off a bad sickness, is all.”

“It hurts… Make it stop…” You sniffled, your nose all stuffed and fighting against wanting to throw off the blankets and keep them on, your body going from hot and cold in minutes.

“You’ll be alright after a few days, promise.” He said with a little smile, patting your head. Then he noticed the prince standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hey Leona, uh just gimme a sec, I gotta make them take this medicine.”

“No!” You protested, attempting to sit up but immediately laid back down when your head throbbed. “It tastes nasty!”

“Well, this is gonna help you get better faster so I’d suggest taking it!” Ruggie huffed, pouring the liquid medicine onto a tablespoon.

Leona felt himself shiver at the idea of the medicine. He’s had his fair share of drinking that liquid poison and he still could remember the taste on his tongue.

“What’s wrong with the brat?”

Ruggie huffs in frustration as he tries to put the spoon near your mouth, but you kept moving your face away. “They’re sick. I think their body now is starting to get use to the more human side of things, like sickness and whatnot.”

You then realized Leona was there and gave him a look, lower lip trembling as you stared at him, staring. “Leo…”

Sniffling again you reached out to him, grabby hands demanding him for a hug. He gave you a face, scrunching up his nose, and he shakes his head.

“You’re sick, no way in hell am I getting close to you.”

“Hey!” Ruggie tried to shove the spoon in your mouth since you’re cut off guard, but you shove your face under the blanket. He groans. “I’m the one dealing with them! What happens when I get sick, huh!?”

“That’ll be your problem.”

“Asshole.”

Ruggie wants to give up with the medicine, opting to just wait until later when you’re sleepy and unable to fuss and just make you drink it, but Leona has different methods. He grabbed the spoon and yanked the covers off, making you protest loudly.

“Hey. If you drink this, I’ll stay here with you. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you and I can’t nap since I feel like you’re gonna smother me in my sleep all the time.”

Your eyes lit up and you grabbed the spoon and drank the medicine like it was nothing and the whole fight against it was for nothing. Ruggie was definitely pissed but decided not to show it, merely twitching his eye and his tail swishing in annoyance behind him.

But then he suddenly got chipper. “Hey! Since you’re gonna watch over them, you’re clearly gonna take care of them the whole time since their sick, right?”

“No, wait that’s not what I meant-“

“Thanks Leona!” He was already out the door. “Bye!!”

Leona growled under his breath but then looked at you. You were staring at him with a frown, small tears going down your cheeks and a hand grabbing at his large hand, pathetic pleading eyes looking back at him.

“You’re not leaving me, right?” Your voice rasped. “I don’t wanna be alone…”

Ahhhhhh shit. That hit him in the gut. He was frowning before but now it looks like he’s frowning but with a wince. He complains a lot about you, but he seriously cannot ever say no to you, usually. Something he learned when he was a kid is that if you weren’t in the spotlight, you’d never be in the spotlight at all. You were either met with dismissive glances or small smiles of pity and words of pretend, or just generally being met with judgment. You were just a little kid with nowhere to go and no family at all, with him left to care about you. He cares about Cheka, but then again Cheka was a reminder of something he could never have. Even though he’s given up on it a long time ago, it still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. But then there was you, just a silly baby child who barely knew anything about the world and complaining about dying over a simple flu, crying and sniffling about it. No crown, no family, no nothing. Perhaps he can give you what he never got.

Leona sighed heavily and his ear twitched, practically shoving you to the side and flopping down beside you. You immediately latched onto him like the little leech you were, sniffling and whining about your head hurting and your eyes hurting too.

“Calm down and try sleeping.” He huffed, patting you awkwardly on the head.

It went quiet for a moment and he relaxed, shutting his eyes and yawning loudly while you kept yourself latched to his arm like a rat.

“Leo…?” Your voice came out quietly. He huffed through his nose and made a noise in acknowledgment.

“I read about family in stories,” you said. “And I’ve heard Ruggie talk about his siblings and I thought of you. Does that mean we’re a family?”

NO. NO. NO NO NO NO. What is this warm feeling inside his chest? This disgusting warm feeling that makes him feel happy and proud? Gross. Sickening… he wants to bash his head in the wall from how overwhelmed he is with this feeling inside this chest causing his heart to ache. He subconsciously rubs your back and sighs.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Now go to sleep.”

Ignoring the bright smile going across your face, he shuts his eyes tightly and yawns again. You are quick to pass out, given how exhausted you are and the medicine kicking in. Perhaps it’s because your body hasn’t experienced the medicine nor a flu before, so the energy you have is quickly dwindling because of it. He’ll have to talk to that birdbrain Crowley and see if he can get you a doctor to get any shots. He can’t have you dying on him because of some flimsy illness in the potential future. Who knows how weak your new immune system is.

He’s just gonna ignore how brotherly he sounds.

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“I told you so.”

“Shut the hell up Ruggie.”

“NO LEO DONT DIE!”

“I’m not dying, I just have the flu. The flu you gave me, need I remind you.”

“IM SORRY!!!”

“Oi! Stop crying all over me!”

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Azul isn’t that good with children. That isn’t to say he doesn’t try. Jade and Floyd are usually untrusted by him to take care of you. Sure they have siblings of their own, but given how they are, there is no doubt that they’ll turn you into more of a menace than you already are, especially since you keep biting him with those grimy little teeth of yours.

Well, there is also the fact your enamored with your body. And that’s not bad, every child gets curious about how they look from their feet, nose, mouth, eyes. This didn’t exclude you. But unfortunately, you’re more questioning how your body functions. Now, he can’t answer most of your… weird questions…

Where does blood come from?

What does blood taste like?

What do my organs look like?

What do your organs look like.

…

He tries his best not to give you an answer to most of them, given how fucking weird they are. And he doesn’t blame you. In all honestly, you’re around Floyd, so he would be more surprised if you aren’t curious of how long the human body can go without air (which you did ask him about).

Creepy little gremlin child.

But it’s whatever. You’re a kid and one that hasn’t been in an actual body before. Again, your body is human, but it has very different functions from what he could tell.

Then, the day came where you got sick. He thought it wasn’t possible, but somehow it was after yesterday. You were messing around in the big tank again but refused to dry up properly. He tried to warn you;

“Y/N, you need to dry up. You’ll get sick.”

“No I won’t! I’ll be fine. I don’t need to worry about human illnesses.”

You ate those words when he found you curled up in your bed, sniffling and pouting and complaining. He was like a disappointed mom, a hand on his hip with a “I told you so” expression on his face.

“Zuzu,” you peaked at him from beneath your blanket, pleading eyes. “I think I’m dying.”

“Not dying. Just suffering the consequences of not listening to me.”

“You’re so mean!” You whined, sniffling and shivering into your thick blankets.

Jade entered the room with a knock on the door. He had a bowl of hot mushroom soup in hand, homemade and one of your favorite foods in Mostro Lounge, but the more you thought about eating it, the more your stomach did not want it.

Seeing your nose turn up and frown, Jade chuckled and sat beside you on the bed. “You must eat.” He said holding the spoon. “You’ll only start complaining about how your stomach hurts. If you don’t, I will force feed you.”

Sheesh that dangerous smile he was giving you sent shivers down your spine, making you pout more and your mind practically hissing in protest, but you give in and take the bowl and spoon.

“Awe poor starfishy…” Floyd had entered the room with a pout of his own collapsing at the foot of the bed. “Can’t you just spell it away, Azul?”

“Well…” Azul looked at your face as you slurped at your soup, but then beamed at him when you looked at him. He smirked at you. “No. I think you’ll do just find fighting it out. After all, your body must learn how to handle sicknesses like these.”

“You’re so mean ZuZu!” You cried. “I don’t wanna be sick anymore!”

“It’s your fault for not listening to me, Y/N.”

“I said I was sorry!!!”

Azul ushered Floyd and Jade out of the room, knowing that they’d probably scheming against him or making this even more difficult. As much as he loved his friends, he knows they can be a pain in the ass for him. Especially when it came to you, who’s an even more pain in the ass.

You finished your soup and left the soup bowl on the bedside table. You fully laid down and still had that pathetic look on your face as you looked at Azul. Azul couldn’t help but feel upset looking at you, a heavy feeling in his heart. Ah… Perhaps he was a bit too harsh. He sighs and takes his seat next to you, which you immediately latch onto him, which he awkwardly returned the side hug, but let you mostly leech onto his side.

“I would help you with a simple potion, but your body needs to get use to the more human side of things. This includes illness.” He explained as gently as he could for you to understand.

“But I don’t wanna!”

“Well you’re going to have to.”

You smothered yourself into his jacket, which he would have to wash later, but he sighs and pats your head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here for you the whole time, alright?”

When you looked up at him with those big ol’ eyes and smile, even with how puffy and your nose being all runny, he couldn’t help but feel his heart clench. He wants to throw you because of this overwhelming feeling, how dare you make him feel this way! (He’s gonna protect you to the day he dies, no, even after that, he’ll always protect you.)

“I love you zuzu! I’ll get better soon so we can swim!”

“That’s the reason you’re sick in the first place!”

…

“HEY DONT BITE ME!”

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You had gotten better over the past few days, as he expected, but you’re up to your shenanigans again.

“Y/N! I TOLD YOU! NO SWIMMING SO SOON!!”

“Awww come on Azul!” Floyd was already in the tank and in his eel form. “The starfish is just fine now! It’s perfectly fine!”

You stared at Azul from up top near the tank and you two locked eyes.

“Y/N…” Azul put his hands on his hips, trying his best to look stern.

You continued to stare at him, inching closer to the water.

“Don’t you dare!”

…

You flopped into the water.

“Y/N!”

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Kalim wholeheartedly believed that today was gonna be a good day. He woke up feeling refreshed and you were acting less of a gremlin today so Jamil was ALSO in a good mood!

You two were hand in hand as he dragged you about Night Raven. Kalim’s plan today was to bring you to Jamil’s basketball practice to cheer him on. Though Jamil never really like Kamil coming to his practice matches since, well, they were just practice and nothing special, he did cave in when Kamil pleaded that he wanted to show you various activities that people do at Night Raven, which included basketball, which you had no idea what it was.

So there you were sitting at the benches watching the small match between Floyd, Jamil, and Ace. You were lightly cheering on Jamil with what he believed was encouragement? It was mostly you copying Kamil, who mostly said “go Jamil!” and you’d repeat him with a cheer that wasn’t very animatic as Kamil’s was, monotoned sounding, but he knew you meant it, even if you didn’t know how to express it, which made him want to try even harder! Even if it was just practice.

“Are you watching, Y/N?” Kamil was smiling beside you as he watched you watching the practice. You nodded and matched his smile, in awe when Floyd snatched the ball from Ace and slammed it into the hoop yet again. Which made Ace complain but Floyd was enjoying messing with him.

“Jamil is so cool! Maybe he can teach you a bit of basketball if you’re interested! I can try convincing him.”

You weren’t all that interested in the game itself, mostly with the ball they were throwing around. Your tiny brain was going nuts over the orange ball they passed and dribbled on the floor, watching it bounce. You wanted it because it bounced! You can throw it at so many things and it’ll just bounce! How cool was that!? To you, it was genius.

Your bitty baby brain wanted that ball.

You’re gonna get that ball.

They stopped practice after a while, which you weren’t sure when, and Jamil called for a fifteen minute break. Jamil then approached the bleachers where you and Kamil were sat. Kamil smiled joyfully at the sweaty player.

“You were so cool Jamil! Im glad you let us watch you practice! You work so hard!! Also wasn’t Y/N a great cheerleader? Even though they didn’t sound very enthusiastic.” Kamil rambled to Jamil, who looked more and more annoyed since he was tired.

Jamil sighs. “Thanks you two, really. But Kamil, could you mind helping me bring out the cooler? I forgot it back at the locker room. Ace is being dramatic and Floyd is… Well, he’s Floyd, he doesn’t wanna bother.”

“Of course! Uh… Y/N do you mind waiting here for a bit? We’ll be back in no time! And there will be yummy snacks in the cooler too!”

“But there’s only enough for the players…”

“Then we’ll share!”

“I doubt Floyd will like that.”

You basically checked out of their conversation, only focused on the ball tucked in Jamil’s arms. He noticed and smiled at you, handing you the large ball. The surface was much harder than you expected, also bumpy! You were fascinated.

“Mind holding this for me until I get back?” You nodded hastily and your nose was touching the ball. Staring at it intently. Jamil was confused but let you do your thing, it’s basically how he gets around when you’re being weird, like usual.

When they left, you were left with mostly the other players in the gym. There weren’t a lot since they all mostly headed out to make use of their break time, which left you mostly alone. You stared at the ball. You threw the ball lightly in the air and caught it with ease. Up and down and up and down. You did this for a while until you started bouncing the ball on the bottom of the bleachers, catching it each time. This was amazing and you loved this ball. But you wanted to toss it and let it come back to you, like how Jamil does on the court. So you stand up and walk down the bleacher stairs and onto the court. The other players didn’t pay any attention to you, only giving you a once over before doing their own things. You looked up at the hoop above you. It was very tall from what you’ve seen, but up close it was like staring up at a giant! You remembered some of the moves Jamil did when throwing the ball, like jumping up and throwing it. So you… Tried to do that. But unfortunately your jump was barely an inch off the ground and you tossed the ball hard into the ring of the hoop, causing the ball to bounce off it and come right back to you

And into your face.

The sound of the ball smacking hard against your face rang out in the gym as your whole face burned with the sting, the force of impact making you fall back, your butt now hurting from the fall, but your face hurt even more, especially your nose.

“Y/N!”

Instantly Kamil was at your side with more tears in his eyes than you. You weren’t even sure how fast he ran. Jamil was following right behind him with him carrying the cooler. Apparently from how it looked, Kamil’s second senses went off halfway in the hall while carrying the cooler and promptly let it go and ran off.

“Oh my Sevens, Y/N, are you okay!?” Kamil was on the verge of sobbing as he held your face gently. “Y-Your nose!”

You’re in a daze when you realize the wet feeling running down your nose. You press your fingers under your nose and found blood. Surprisingly, you barley even realized it and were more focused on Jamil’s ball. You stood up, ignoring the fact that the world was spinning and you were seeing double, grabbed the ball and wiped whatever little blood was on it, and handed it over to Jamil before collapsing into Kamil’s chest.

“OH MY SEVEN THEIR DEAD!”

“THEY ARENT DEAD KAMIL STOP SHAKING THEM LIKE THAT!”

“WAHH Y/N!!” He was sobbing like a baby while you were sleeping peacefully trying to get rid of the massive headache.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You were banned from ever touching the basketballs ever again after that day, only ever using the soft ones and those made you bored very quickly because they weren’t the hard ones.

“Kamil I’ll be careful next time, can I please-“

“No! What if you slam it so hard into your face you hurt your brain or-or crack something?!”

“I don’t think that’s possible…” Jamil was on board with the whole “playing it safe” with the balls but Kamil was being a little dramatic.

“YOU NEVER KNOW!”

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

(I got more comforting with Vil than silly cause I love Vil)

Vil had sent you to the school to find Mr. Crewel to see if he had spare devil ginger root and other ingredients that he could use in potions he was creating for the class. They were for a homework project, but unfortunately, he didn’t have enough and the shop was closed due to Sam being out for the day. So he sent you to find Crewel. Sure, to others it would seem irresponsible, given how you were just a small baby with little thoughts behind those eyes, but Vil knows that you are a smart potato, even when others seem to doubt your ever learning intelligence. So you were proudly walking down the halls with determination in your eyes as you went down the remembered route to Crewel’s class. You were on a mission and you weren’t gonna stop until you got the ingredients Vil needed for his homework.

You turned up hallway and up the stairs where Crewel’s classroom would be down the hall, when suddenly a group of students from mixed dorms came running, possibly chasing each other or for some sort of reason and didn’t seem to notice you, barreling past you. One bumped into you, causing you to stumble backwards. You stumbled over your own two feet, falling backwards down the short flight of stairs, slamming down hard on your knee when your body twisted to the side and your legs unfortunately meeting the steps before you tumbled down the short flight of stairs and onto the floor.

You didn’t register that your knee was completely fucked at all, just blinking in shock when you lifted your upper body up and looked around. A couple of concerned students, a few of them Pomfoire, came to your aid. One of them almost fainting when they saw that your knee was sorta out of place. When you looked down and saw the oddly looking kneecap, you blinked at it…

And then started screaming.

Rook has a second set of scenes when it comes to you ever since you joined their dorm. He watched over you when Vil wasn’t around or he just watched over you in general. So when he heard the scream, he immediately somehow tracked you down within seconds, running to your aid. There he saw you on the ground with students trying to help you. He ran to your side.

“Dear étoile!” He noticed your knee and cooed lightly, as if trying to comfort a small rabbit, and gently lifted you up to carry you to the quick as he could.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Vil burst through the nurses office and ran to your bed where you laid. “Potato! What on earth happened!?”

You were a little teary eyed but mostly worn out because the nurse gave you medicine to numb the pain. Rook sighed.

“A couple of first years were rough housing in the hall and bumped into the poor starling and fell down the stairs. Do not worry, I have tracked them down and gave them a… thorough lecture before handing them off to the headmaster.” Rook grinned and patted your head

Vil huffed. He would have to ask who the students were for… personal reasons that you didn’t need to worry about.

“Vil,” you sniffled at him and your tiny hand grabbed his finger, making him look at you. “It hurts. Can’t you use your power to make it go away?”

He couldn’t deny that he could heal you with a minor potion, but then again, he doesn’t know how this could affect your body. It’s new for your human body to sustain injuries and you were a child. He grasped your tiny hand gently and tried to smile at you comfortingly.

“I cannot do that, potato. I’m not sure how your body could possible handle not being able to heal itself if I didn’t allow it. I’ll find something to numb the pain for you, do not worry your little head about it.”

He would hater check you out from the nurse and bring you back to the nurse and put you to bed. When injured, you needed to rest. He’d have to check you in with the nurse again later down the line to regularly keep track of your healing progress. But that could wait. You just needed to sleep.

He laid you down on the plush of your bed, putting a pillow underneath your knee to keep it comfortable and upright so it doesn’t curl at an angle that would hurt you. He stood up, about to leave, when you grasped the arm of his robe.

“Vi-Vi?” You gently called. He looked to you and his heart ached. Sometimes he does forget you are a child given your personality and how much you try and annoy him. “Can you stay with me? Please?”

Now his heart was hurting and in agony at how quiet your voice sounded, so drowsy from the medicine kicking in. Normally, he would try and convince you to not cling onto him, but you needed him more than ever. After all, you were just a baby.

He sighs and nods. “Of course potato.”

He moved besides you and let you cling onto his arm while you remained on your back, unable to really move because of your casted leg. He never really thought he’d find himself in this situation but he gently pats your head to lull you to sleep faster, which worked surprisingly well.

It made his heart clench even harder when you nuzzled yourself into him, a comforted smile on your face.

Yeah, he’s made up his mind, he’s gonna curse those students. No one hurts you. Ever.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Iida felt horrible. Really, he did, even though it wasn’t really his fault, he knows that too, but he can’t help but feel bad.

You were laying in bed, a bucket beside it, looking miserable as you sniffled and cried, trying to throw off your blanket, but Idia would gently pull it back up.

Just a day ago, you were fine, great in fact. You had scored a 89/100 in Mr. Trein’s class, one many thought you’d fail at since it was the same difficulty as the rest of the class and you were quite literally born maybe a few months ago, so you knew very little on the history of Twisted Wonderland, but you worked hard and scored a high eighty-nine and Idia and Ortho wanted to treat you to some good takeout. It was a new place to Idia so he’s never experienced the food before, but it was the most convenient and close to the school itself. When he picked it up and brought it over, the three of you spent the night in his room watching shows he was very interested in, which you enjoyed since Idia was excited about it the whole time and his excitement transferred to you. Plus you had yummy food with you!

But then during the night you felt horrible, like, really horrible. Your body was on fire, equivalent to how hot you felt while being a star, and sweating profusely, but you were shivering. It confused you to no end and overwhelmed you. You eventually had to throw up in the bathroom toilet, which you ran to, and then started crying because to you, you felt like your insides were trying to get outside! Which is something that they’re NOT suppose to do.

Idia found you in the bathroom on the floor crying because you were confused and hurting at the same time. Ortho had to help him because Idia was on the verge of crying himself because he was panicking!

Ortho, bless his heart, managed to calm both you and his brother down in the mists of your screaming with his intellect.

“Based on my scans, it appears that Y/N is suffering from a stomach bug!”

“THERES A BUG INSIDE ME!?”

“No, no! It’s just a virus!”

“AM I GONNA DIE!?”

“Based on your immune system, I’d say you have a 90% survival rate!”

“WAHHHH-“

“Ortho!”

Well… He helped a little! Idia had to bare with you clinging onto him as he tried to convince you that you weren’t dying. Now here you were, inside his room snuggled into his blankets because you refused to stay inside your room while like this. You stopped throwing up a while ago when Ortho gathered some basic stuff that your stomach could handle, plus medicine. Ortho was sat on the bed near you, Idia at his desk gaming on his computer. You started crying again because your head was hurting and your stomach ached. Ortho gently pat your head, brows furrowing in concern. Idia was already stressing and it could be seen in his gaming and how he was dying more than once in a row. His teammates were less than pleased, to say the least.

“Do not cry, Y/N! Big brother and I are here for you. Just keep drinking your water, you’ll get dehydrated if you continue crying!” Ortho attempted to comfort you but it was met with a scrunched up displeased look on your face.

Idia groaned and exited his game and decided to join you and Ortho. He wasn’t the best at comforting, but somehow you find comfort in having both him and Ortho around, plus it was the only way you’d get to sleep.

“Ortho is right, Y/N. You gotta sleep so you can get better.”

“But what if I die in my sleep? I won’t be able to see you or Orthie again!” Your frown was almost comical and Idia could laugh, but he sighed and sat on the bed, instantly you cling to him.

“You aren’t gonna die! You’re more dramatic than me and that’s saying something…” He knew he was gonna get sick because of you but he could worry about that later.

“Dida?”

“Still not my name but, yeah?”

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“You’re in my room! Not many places a hermit like me can go!” He would stay with you either way, but that’s okay.

“I’ll stay with you as well, Y/N!”

You smiled for the first time in two days and managed to stop crying. Idia laid down beside you, albeit stiffly, and Ortho happily plopped down beside you as well. The metal of his body was able to provide heat and coolness to keep his systems running smoothly, which means his body was cooling you off when your body was as hot as the sun itself. Or it just felt that way. But inside you, the warmth wasn’t uncomfortable, you felt happy.

“Adidas?”

“Wh- Why? I-“ he sighs, honestly he knows you’re doing this on purpose but it still surprises him. “Yeah?”

“Are we a family?”

Ah shit. Idia was panicking internally. He knew he was going down the found family route, but he didn’t realize how much it would hurt when it was said out loud! Truth be told, he didn’t believe he could do anything for you, that he wasn’t ready for this. Constantly, whenever he looked at Ortho before his Overblot, all he felt was regret, guilt, self pity. He’s managed since then, especially since you helped him out, you gave him hope and a bit of confidence in himself. On top of that, seeing you with Ortho made him proud. Like he was a big brother of two little siblings.

Now he wants to scream into the pillow because of your question.

“I believe we are, Y/N!” Ortho piped up. “Big brother Idia always takes care of you like he does with me! And he’s very caring over you and likes to teach you things! That’s what family does, right big brother?”

Idia was currently trying to reboot.

“I- Uh…. Yeah? Um. Yeah. Yeah I guess we’re a family…”

“Yay! Y/N is my little sibling!”

“But I wanna be the big sibling.”

“You said that you were born only a few months ago when you arrived here at Night Raven! Therefore I am older than you!”

“Idia tell him that it’s my turn to be the big sibling!”

“Just go to sleep Y/N.”

“I will throw your figurines.”

Now he’s starting to regret considering talking to his family about adopting you! You’re a monster in disguise! (He’ll still talk his parents into considering.)

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Lilia can’t cook. This is a fact and he is actually banned from the kitchen. So when Silver saw Lilia in the kitchen, he knew the day was gonna be filled with bad luck. And he was right.

You were minding your own business watching the others practice on their brooms for the next game, especially with how Malleus balanced himself on the broomstick with ease and did seemingly easy tricks on it. And you wanted to do it yourself! So when the others weren’t looking you grabbed a spare broom and quickly levitated in the air with you attempting to balance yourself on it.

“Y/N, GET DOWN FROM THERE!” Sebek yelled from the ground after returning from his water break.

The sound of his voice startled you from your brief daydream while on the broom. You jumped and lost your balance on the broom, flipping onto one side and losing your grip, your crossed legs unraveling as you slid off, but the underside of your left leg caught the broom on your way down, which caused you to pull it painfully. As you tumbled you didn’t even scream while you internally panicked. Then, before you hit the ground, Malleus swooped in quickly on his broom, snatching you just before you hit the ground, losing his own balance on his broom and onto the ground. He wasn’t injured as bad as you would be since he was already riding low to catch you. His heart was hammering inside his chest as he held you tightly, shuttering quietly as he tried to calm himself.

“Y/N?” Malleus didn’t realize how shaky his voice was until he spoke. “Are you alright?”

You blinked at him and then looked down at your leg. It felt sore at the thigh and throbbed painfully. You didn’t understand what was wrong and decided to start crying. Malleus sat up with you in his lap and he was staring at you with a confused look on his face. Lilia, Sebek and Silver all came rushing over.

“WAKA-SAMA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?”

“I think you should be more concerned at the screaming child, Sebek.”

Lilia, who said nothing, came to your aid immediately with his fatherly instinct kicking into overdrive.

“Y/N, starlight, where does it hurt?” He asked, grabbing you from Malleus and lifting you up.

You could only sniffle and point to your thigh. He understood and cooed lightly at you. Malleus stood up and stepped forward to try and bring you back in his arms.

“Malleus?”

“I want to bring Y/N to bed. I can watch over them.” Malleus spoke, his arms out to grab you, which you looked ready to jump out of Lilia’s arms and into the arms of the dragon fae. Lilia was a bit worried about you, but figured you’d want to be with Malleus more than anything after what happened. He smiled gently and handed you off to Malleus, which you climbed to him sniffling and whimper as your leg throbbed. It wasn’t too bad as it would’ve been, but you definitely pulled something. Badly.

“YOURE SO GENEROUS WAKA-SAMA! ALL SHOULD TAKE INSPIRATION!”

“That’s all you’re seriously focused on Sebek?”

“…That’s not true, you know I am worried as well…”

Malleus, in a blink, brought you to your room and laid you in the bed, which was soft and top quality, only the best for you.

You sniffled again when you were set down in the bed by Malleus, the blankets pulled over your body. He didn’t mind that you were dirty, he just wanted to get you to bed immediately to rest.

“Mal-Mal…” You sniffled a little. “It hurts.”

“I understand, beastie.” Malleus sat down beside you and ran his fingers through your hair. “Hopefully it will be better in the morning. If not, I shall carry you.”

“Beckie won’t like that.”

“Beckie will have to understand.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

True to his word, he carried you after you said it hurt even more today than it did yesterday. Lilia I as most please seeing Malleus carry you. It was amusing to see him carry you around since you were just a little baby (or at least he liked to believe you are.)

“Waka-sama, I don’t mean to question you, but do you believe it’s a good idea to carry Y/N around NCR?” Sebek had asked the morning before going to classes. “We can’t have you ruining your reputation!”

“Y/N will not ruin my reputation, Y/N is injured, so I shall carry them all throughout classes.”

“Be careful, Malleus, some might see you as soft.” Lilia grinned a little while fixing your uniform collar and tie.

“I do not care nor mind, Y/N matters more.” Ah, the priorities of a dragon at its finest.

“Whatever you say, lord Malleus.” Silver yawns as he straightened his tie.

Malleus looked down at you. You hadn’t even woken up after he picked you up once you finished dressing yourself, albeit messily. He’d wake you up, later of course, but it was nice seeing you rest and not in pain and talking about your hurting leg.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“…”

“Have something to say, Kingscholar?”

“I dunno, I’m still thinking this is a dream. A really weird one.”

Leona was currently watching you sit on the future fae kings lap eating mango slices from a bowl… it had to be a fever dream…

[napakmahal]

Reader making Tadashi listen to the new Charli xcx Brat💚 album 😛🫶 ((if you haven’t listen to it yet YOU SHOULDD

Kidding maybe…

😭 but if you don’t want to write about that then perhaps ice cream comfort moment with Tadashi and getting some fresh air on his moped after a flopped exam ((chem exam for me ngl 💔💔))

Chemistry is in fact NOT for the weak

Nobody likes to feel like they lost, especially after they’ve tried so hard. Tadashi was one of those rare gems that were both straight A students in high school and a (mostly) straight A student in college. With the exception of freshman year when getting a C was a straight victory. Since his development of Baymax, he was enrolled in several health courses full of others who wanted to be doctors, surgeons, anesthesiologists, and phlebotomists. Pharmacology was not for the weak.

He studied so hard he really did. Chemistry was Honey’s thing and she was nice enough to tutor and quiz him for weeks leading up to his three hour exam. But he needed to take the course, not in order to graduate, but he wanted Baymax to be able to give accurate first opinion prescriptions. He was up all night and studied all day. He nearly injected raw liquidized pure caffeine into his veins. So it was devastating when he got back that paper with a fat 64% written in red ink.

When you picked him up he didn’t say anything. Just leaned his body weight onto you in a hug with the most defeated look it broke your heart. Everyone got shitty grades, especially in college. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. He didn’t fail it but that was a comfort to literally nobody.

Because the test was so early he was able to leave campus by eleven. At home all he did was lay on his bed and stare at the giant 64%. He’d flipped through the entire package at all the questions he’d gotten wrong cursing at himself at the ones he should’ve gotten right. He could have sat there for hours cursing at himself and you knew that. Which is why you went left for about half an hour to rush to the store. Two personal sized ice cream tubs and extra chips and small candy. None of it healthy but who gives a shit?

By the time you’d come back he was still in the very same position on his bed. His face was completely blank, his eyes weren’t even moving.

“Hey,” You leaned onto his bed and yanked the packet from his hands and tossed it on top of his dresser.

He put his hands over his face and said with a muffled voice, “Give it back.”

You simply said “No.” Taking the cold grocery store bag and resting it directly where his shirt had ridden up to reveal his bare stomach skin.

Tadashi curled up like a rolley polley and hissed. “Ah! What was that?”

“That was the feeling of medicine.” You reached into the bag and pulled out the orange-pink container of white peach sorbet and a metal spoon you’d dug out of his kitchen. Tadashi is lactose intolerant, he tries to refrain from eating dairy plus he genuinely believes that sorbet tastes better than ice cream in general.

You two were sitting on his bed resting against each other's bodies and enjoying your frozen treats while watching say yes to the dress, a classic.

“I’m not so sure this counts as medicine.” He joked and fed you a spoonful of his sorbet.

You asked, “Did this make you feel any better?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then it’s medicine.”

He let out such a joyful laugh, smiling with his perfectly straight teeth. He placed the container between his thighs and started rubbing his temples. “Oh shit, I just remembered I have to break it to Honey that I didn’t pass. She’s gonna kill me.”

“She’s not Gogo, she won’t kill you.” You scoffed. “Besides, you technically did pass. You knew more than half of the answers! That’s more than most people know!”

Tadashi laughed through his nose and just burrowed his head into your body for comfort. “Unless you have a reason to be so upset about it. What’s your grade in that class?”

He mumbled something.

“What?” You asked him to repeat himself.

Another mumble.

“Baby, I can’t hear you. Say it one more time.”

“A hundred-twenty six percent!”

You sat up off his bed frame and pulled your body away from his, causing his head to go crashing into the wood. “Are you serious?”

“First of all, ow.” He rubbed his head. “Second of all, yes I’m serious.”

“You have a one hundred twenty six percentage in that class, why are you so upset over this test? It’s not going to hurt you that badly.”

Tadashi looked down into his lap and took a big spoonful of his sorbet. Between a full mouth he said, “I don’t know, I just hate failing, so much.”

“But you’re not failing.” Your voice was softer.

He shrugged. “I know I’m not but I just don’t like to feel like I’m failing.”

You held his face in your hands and kissed his forehead so sweetly his heart did a leap. “ I get that, but I just feel like you’re driving yourself crazy over nothing. You’ll do better next time and you’ll learn from your mistakes but there’s no need to lose your mind over this, you know?”

Tadashi nodded with your hands still around his face. “I know, it just kinda feels shitty.”

“I know it does, love. But it’ll be okay, you’re so smart and such a hard worker.” You pressed little pecks all around his face.

His face scrunched under your lips. “Thank you, hunny.”

You two cleaned up and just sat in his bed watching stupid TLC shows when you started slipping into sleep in his arms. His fingers gently brushed against your face and eventually coaxed you to sleep. No matter how numb his arm got Tadashi didn’t dare move so he wouldn’t wake you up. A few minutes later he’d almost fallen asleep right beside you until a small ding came from his bedside table. A text notification on his phone from Honey.

Heyy! How did it go?

[mcverse]

Hi can i ask a scenario wherein how would the sakamaki brothers react to a guy asking yui for a date and she says yes *bcs a sakamaki × yui were having an arguement*.

Oh look, there’s one of my vitals organs on the floor… I guess I laughed too much???

Yui! Reader dead.

The person she dared to even accept is dead.

It’s not meant to be funny but I can’t help it !!! You know what they are and what they can do. 🙃🙃

Okay but maybe I’m being to quick to assume, it could be plausible it’s anything but death… for some! Let’s see how this plays out cuz idon even know yet

Reminder: The boys (+ Mukami bros) are cute ngl and have moments of genuine affection and adoration toward reader (not really Yui! Reader — same difference tho) but they are very deadly, and that’s what I based this post off. Actually, it’s what I base all my dialovers posts off.

Pairing: Yui! Reader x a Sakamaki Brother

Type: Scenario

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: Death, Jealousy, Possessive, Insecurities, Yandere-ish??, Yui! Reader being self sabotage maybe, torture, not spell checked

Side bar: If you can’t tell, I love dark humor. You’ve been warned. Also this is definitely a x reader blog only, so I made the post to represent that. I didn’t want to not do the post cause the ask was really good! Some are longer than others, I got way ahead of myself. Subaru is kinda shorter cuz it’s hard to write him :/

Like always, characters are aged up appropriately!

Yui! Reader dating anyone but a Sakamki brother

Shu Sakamaki

You were a nuisance. A tiny, insignificant spec inside his world all because of that man couldn’t stop scheming. The existence of you has caused so much trouble—so many anomalies—he lost count after a while.

A human girl who couldn’t leave well enough alone. One that couldn’t obey, know right from wrong despite knowing all the facts and yet still being clueless. You made his life very difficult. He proved it to you time and time again.

Yet here he was, very out of character as he stood over your broken body. The feeling from earlier upon hearing the rumor of you leaving for someone else only now left his body. He felt like he wasn’t in control of his body during what he was doing to you.

He felt every emotion under the sun screaming at him loudly, blocking the noise of his music through his headphone. It was infuriating; he just wanted to relax. Do nothing and relax… Not break your fucking legs.

But what’s done is done.

He no longer felt this unwelcome discomfort in his chest when he saw you standing near another. It wasn’t him then. He was someone else, someone mad, someone crazy infatuated.

Shu has never been one to like someone.

So where did he fuck up?

Why did he fuck up?

He was always calm, calculated. The man he was today was driven by pure rage. Your screams in agony were music to his ears, better than any of the songs he enjoyed. Your pain, your scrunched up face and screaming, it was because of him. All because of his touch.

That thought alone satisfied him as he came down from his high, expression back to its blank slate, unreadable. He scuffs as your sound turns to whimpers and at your weak attempts to crawl away. It was almost cute… almost.

Bending down, he grips one of you legs causing a whale to leave you. Your hand instantly goes to his arm to stop him. He shakes it off him effortlessly, starring intensely at your face as he yanks you to him, you are now face to face.

With a tilt of his head, he smirks, “This is your mistake. For meddling in my life… take responsibility as I drain you of everything.” He grabs your hair, yanking back your head, “The only thought in your head should be giving yourself to me.” he finishes with the sinking of his teeth in your throat.

Reiji Sakamaki

Honestly, he thought he kneeded you into the perfect pet. At this point you should know better. His teachings should have gotten you into shape, but here you are once again being disobedient. Oh, how he detested that part of you. This hurts you more than him.. perhaps you like it?

Without missing a beat, when you arrive home he calls you to his office. This insolence has to be put to rest. You have soiled his family name, much less his pride though he would never tell.

This rumor, even though it was just that, was disgraceful. And it spread, reaching his ears. As if you would be with the trash that litter these halls. Who did they think they were compared to him. They were nothing, that’s what. You knew this. So why would you think it was okay?

Yes, it brings him great satisfaction when he saw you close in on yourself under his gaze, body trembling in fear. At least your body knows his touch, your mind still seemed to show some resistance. No worries, Reiji considers himself a excellent teacher. He was never one to give up, no matter the challenge.

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses…” he starts, getting up from his seat. On his way over to you, he grabs a cup filled with liquid and stands in front of you, pushing it towards you, “Drink this.”

Scared, you shake your head already knowing it’s something bad. You remember the last time he gave you something, the nightmares are everlasting.

Reiji inhales deeply, frowning down at you, “Drink it or I’ll shove it down your throat. I’ll be anything but gentle.” Again he pushes it to you, this time settling it in your hands after his threat weighed heavy in the air.

Cautiously you take a sip, tasting a honey dew hibiscus blend before swallowing the rest. You hand him the empty cup after, noticing no effect. It confused you, was that simply tea?

You’re question was answered shortly after when your eyes felt heavy and your body light as air. You stumbled into Reiji’s arms loosely, looking at him through blurry vision. The last thing you see is him smiling.

…

When you came to, you found you were strapped to a chair, in what looked to be the dungeon. How could you forget? You had the worst happen to you here, a shiver travels down your spine when you think about it.

“You’re up.” Reiji, a voice you’ll never forget, spoke behind you. You tried to turn to see him, but it was difficult. He chuckles are you attempt, walking around you to face you. Your eyes immediately notice a cloth bag in his gloved hands, the bottom cut open.

“What’s that for?” You squeeze out, heartbeat picking up.

“A lesson.” was all he said when he forces it over your head till it hang around your neck. He pulls away to walk around you again, making noise behind you. Then you heard a squeak. Your breath stills.

Please tell me that’s not a—

Reiji comes back into view, holding a rat in front of your face. It was mid size, black and ugly. You were going to cry, already feel the tears pool at your eyes.

“Reiji, please!” You shake your head, thrashing around in the chair.

He clicks his tongue, “Bad girls get punished.” He holds the bag in one hand and the rat in the holder. Inch by inch the rat gets closer to your face, thrashing in Reiji hand not liking the harsh treatment just like you.

A scream rips from your throat when he drops it on your head and quickly ties the bag.

You had to learn your place one way or another.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had to have heard wrong because there was no fucking way that you chose someone other then him. Especially knowing that you were his and his alone. This rumor had to be just that, false information spreading around the school.

He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about, it was him for crying out loud. No one can compete… but he still needed to hear how wrong everyone was from the source.

He found you easily in the girls bathroom, locking the door to avoid any interruptions. It was a miracle he was thinking clearly, usually it was so unlike him. And that’s why it was scary.

His stare was intense and focused, it made you squirm under the heat of it. He taunts you with slow forward steps, making you take steps back until your back was flush against one of the walls. He caged you in between his arms immediately, decreasing your chances to escape. As if you had any to begin with..

“Ore-sama’s been hearing some things he shouldn’t, Chichinashi.” He begin, his left hand sliding down to grip one of your shoulder, “It’s not true right? You wouldn’t dare go against Ore-sama?”

“A-Ayato.” Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. You knew what he was talking about. After having a disagreement once again between you both, you foolishly accepted a date with another. You thought it would come to nothing, little did you know that the person would spread the news like a wild fire.

His grip tightens, nails digging through your uniform into your skin, drawing blood from you. The smell was intoxicating as always to Ayato, but he was to busy seething inside to notice completely.

“It was a mistake! I didn’t mean it, I was upset. Forgive me.” You plea body trembling in both pain and fear.

A scowl stretches onto his face, his hand long left your shoulder the minute those words left your lips. Instead, they wrap around your throat, tightening as he processes your words. It came to the point, you were clawing at his hand, letting out choked gasps.

Ayato couldn’t think straight. All he can think about is you being with someone that’s not him. How dare you? Ayato should be your whole world, your first thought when you wake up and your last thought when you sleep. You should feel suffocated by his presence, otherwise he wasn’t doing his job.

Slowly he loosens his hold on you, leaving you chugging down air desperately. A few minutes pass before you glance at him, body going still when you see the huge sinister grin on his face.

“Ore-sama’s just gonna have to remind you who you belong to,” he suddenly grabs your hair and throws you on top of the faucets counter, “No matter how long it takes, everyone will know you belong to Ore-sama.” He finishes before sinking his sharp teeth into your neck with purpose.

Kanato Sakamaki

If it was any normal person, they would be heart broken and move on. But Kanato was anything but normal.

First he lets you get away with talking back to him in your argument yesterday, chosen to forgive you after you reluctantly make him snacks and now.. you had the audacity to cheat on him.

You filthy, untrustworthy mortal.

He was aware all woman were the same. Hell, he constantly reminded him despite the kind attention you gave him. He always assumed your kindness had ulterior motives. Why else would someone be kind to him? He knew he was a handful. He just didn’t care.

Now it was clear how you felt about him, there was no hiding it. There was no hiding from him. This time, you actions are unforgivable. You thought you can toy with his feelings… You’ll pay in the worst way.

When he invited you to his room, you didn’t think much of it. Somehow you were completely oblivious to the news spread throughout the school. In fact, the situation with the date was so far in the back of your head, you have forgotten it had happened. You were just upset in the moment. It was never more than just a sway of words.

That’s why after entering his room to see the person who asked lying lifeless in a pool of blood a few feet away from Kanato, were you shocked. Just a few hours ago, he was alive. Guilt quickly creeped up on you but it was shortly lived when Kanato called for your attention.

“So glad you’re here. Good to know you’re still a little obedient,” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He points to the dead on his floor, “Remember them?” he laughs, “Of course they do! Right teddy?” he turns to the bear in his hand.

You remain still, time ticking like a bomb about to go off. Which in all honestly it could, Kanato was unpredictable and if he found out about that and this was the outcome, imagine what he would do to you.

How do you get out of this situation?

“Look at her, teddy. She’s planning something… whatever it is won’t work. No. I don’t like it.” he shakes his head, “I’d much rather your expression be twisted in pain than whatever this is…” he walks towards you, face twisting from one emotion to another before settling into a deep frown. He stops a feet away from you, your back against the door before she even realizes it.

“I do enjoy your terrified expression too, it’s adorable.” he mumbles. It felt like time froze with how long you both been staring at each other. Kanato hold on his bear tights as he stares numbly at you. It was too much, you had to say something.

“Kanato—“ your voice trails off because in a split second, a knife was lunged into your abdomen. It hurt so much, it pulsed with heat. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. Gripping the arm it was attached to, you looked the culprit in his crazed eyes, “Kan-ato..”

He sneered twisting it harshly, “Did you think you can get away with using me?! I told you I’d break you. Down to your last breath.” he yanks it out, watching your body drop to the floor, struggling to inhale.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty enough to be added to my collection,” he bends down to stab you again in your shoulder. He smiles when you haller out in pain, “To stay with me forever… you should be grateful.” he stabs your leg.

“That’s right.. look at me like that.” he repeatedly stabs you over and over until the life drifts from your eyes to nothing, “You’ll never leave me. Will you?”

Laito Sakamaki

What was this? Is his hearing finally going, has he finally reached that age? No, that can’t be it. So whst exactly was happening?

His little bitch going on a date with some that’s not him? How outrageous. Not possible. He’s the only one who can take you out on sexy rendezvous and risky trips. You liked it better when it was him. He knew that.

So why is it that hearing the rumor stirs something unsettling in him. It tugs at his undead heart and gnaws at his brilliant brain. Before he could do anything, it seeped through the cracks, drowning him.

Every memory with his mother, with every woman he encountered, every person who he thought he loved—who he thought showed him love and every betrayal he assumed or saw came full surface.

It hurt so much. He swore to never feel like this again. And it ate at his mind. If he had a breath to give, it would be ripped right out of him. He didn’t like this. He wasn’t the one in control, he wasn’t the one getting your love. He wasn’t the one playing the game. He felt like the game played… him.

When Laito found you, he all but dragged you to the roof top. A place where terrifying, haunting memories were held. The same ones that kept you on your toes, but failed you every time.

Laito was uncharacteristically quiet, his back turned to you as he stared out into the open planes. It could have been a pleasant sight if you didn’t know what kind of monster he really was.

“Y’know, little bitch.” he starts, taking his hat off to run his free hand through his hair, “There was only one other time I truly loved someone to the point of hate. All the others… they weren’t real.”

Hearing where this conversation was heading, you reach back to grip the handle when a gasp leaves you. No longer were you standing in front of the door, instead Laito has you dangling off the rails of the school on your toes. His right hand was twisted into your uniform shirt, the only thing keeping you from falling.

Quickly, you grab his arm, tears swelling in your eyes as you see the sad expression on his face. It squeezed at you heart, but maybe that was actually the fear of falling.

“Lait-o please!” You lean forward into his touch.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at your attempt to sway him. He knew this scene all too well. The first was hard on him, he drowned himself in body after body. No doubt this would be the same. It didn’t bring him the same joy as his usual actions did. This time he truly felt torn.

“Little bitch,” he draws in your attention and you lock eyes, “It doesn’t bring me joy from this. I would have rather spent the rest of our lives together… exploring each other but I can’t tolerate the betrayal.”

It only dawned on you what he was talking about. From the start of this interaction you thought he was being moody but you should have known; play your cards just a little better but it was too late. With a easy unraveling, he lets you go with a gentle push and watches as you descends to the floor.

So many emotions raved through him as he did. He wanted to grab you back and tell you it was a joke. But he stays in place when he hears a loud splat and a pierced scream.

He couldn’t even bring himself to peek before he left. You brought up to many bad memories, how could he forgive you?

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru really couldn’t stand you. From the moment you entered their home and disrupted his peace. It was always something with you. Always needing saving from someone or something, always needing to be reminded that you were beneath him and everyone in this house.

Yet you seem to not understand it or that you do but you completely throw it to the wind, whatever the reason it pissed him off. All your stupid attempts to get close to him, to try and understand him… to get him to open up.

Then, despite his constant attacks on you, he actually grew some form of attachment. The thought of you sicken him, but the thought of you gone made him mad more. You disgusting, weak human did something to him.

So when he heard the rumor of you agreeing to date someone else. It was like… something broke in him. All his thoughts consumed him, he was a monster. Less than trash. His mother didn’t want him nor his father. Why would you?

He didn’t even like himself sometimes. It’s no surprise the time you have another argument, you agree to date someone else. If he was in your position, he’d run to. Run so far, the chances of anyone catching him was slim to none. But you weren’t that good at running… actually, you couldn’t really run after he caught you.

There was a permanent snarl on his face as he stares down at you. A chained collar secured tightly around your neck, identical to the ones around your wrist. If Subaru wasn’t so aggravated, he could have enjoyed seeing you ruined.

He grips the knife in his left hand, which drips of your blood, “Shut up!” he shouts, listening to your whimpers, “You brought this on yourself. Stupid.. You just don’t learn.”

He moves to crouch in front of you, lifting your head up by the chin, “I told you you’ll die if you stay here.” His left hand raises as he speaks and makes another slash across your skin.

You groan loudly with shut eyes, shaking as he does it again… and again, and again till more and the same wounds bleed profoundly. It was agonizing, with how many hours he’s been at it. It felt like he was never going to lighten up his assaults.

But a miracle shines on you when he pulls away and drops the knife. He stands over you for minutes, chest heaving up and down. You never understood why they pretended to breathe, but you weren’t in the position to question.

There you laid out like a doll. So broken, bruised and bloody. Almost beyond repair. Subaru smiles at that acknowledgment. As much as he was tempted to tear your throat out, the smell of your blood begging him to drain you dry till you were foaming at the mouth; this would have to do.

”I told you… you’ll die.” was the last thing he said before leaving the dungeon, locking it on the way out.

Fuck he hated you.

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[weirdcoreboy]

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster

G/T Gotcha For Gaza 2024! @gtgotcha4gaza / @smallsday Prompt: Two normal-sized characters are enemies, but character A puts aside their differences to help character B when B suddenly shows up tiny / having shrunk. Despite this, B is afraid that A will hurt them in their vulnerable state. (You can use any characters for this, and if you don't like the prompt, feel free to modify or shorten it as you see fit!)

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Vincent Feldman, aged 22, thought that the hardest thing in his life would be high school. But noooo, bullies are in college too, apparently. Between homework, parties, and his bully, Damien Blackwood, he wasn't sure how he was staying afloat.

But what happens when a mysterious package shows up at his door?

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster - weirdcoreboy - No Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

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Vincent stared at the blank screen in front of him, the empty Gaggle page seemingly taunting him for not being able to write a single line of this stupidly hard project he had to write for his college. He pouted before glancing at the clock and gasping in horror as he realized what time it was. 11:45 PM. Well… crap.

He gritted his teeth and reopened the laptop, typing furiously. He had forgotten that the assignment Professor Tayman had assigned him- the one he was writing- was due the next day. Er…well, to be more precise, in fifteen minutes. He swallowed nervously. This would most definitely be an…interesting presentation tomorrow. He could almost see it- him wobbling to the front of the room, most likely sleep-deprived- and then mumbling out his essay to the other twenty students in the class. He stifled a snicker just thinking about it, before he stopped and sighed, thinking back to what happened the previous week. First, there was Damien. Damien was your typical emo that looked like he hadn’t been out in the sun for at least his whole life, and by that I mean the sort of person who would probably get a sunburn from a flashlight. Hell, Vincent wouldn't have bee surprised if the guy hadn’t seen any form of light since he was in the hospital after getting born. He had (definitely dyed) black hair that covered his right eye and was down to his shoulders in what was either a messily done wolf cut or a mullet done by a blind person on steroids. If that wasn’t bad enough, he constantly had the annoying seventh-grade ‘I’m so cool, I’m so special, look at me’ aura, despite the fact he was wearing what Vincent privately thought was the ugliest black skull tank top and black cargo pants with chains all over them in the world, making him sound like a human jingle bell. What was even worse about this guy was the fact he was twenty-two. A legal adult as well as the same age as Vincent himself.

Although…he couldn’t say much himself. He glanced down at his ruffled shirt with polka dots on it, which earned him the nickname ‘clown boy’ in school. He wrinkled his nose in distaste thinking about all of Damien’s teasing remarks on it. Again, the man was twenty-two, for heaven’s sake. He shook his head violently, trying to clear his thoughts. “Ugh! I am not letting some emo loser ruin my day! He can go die in a hole, for all I care!” he exclaimed, before ducking his head in embarrassment as he realized he said that aloud. “I mean…whatever.” he muttered to himself, before he heard the doorbell ring, making him jump and fall out of his chair. “Ow…why does my stupid apartment have to install such loud door…whatever.” he grumbled, rubbing his head before getting up and taking out his phone, checking his outfit and makeup before going to the door. “Who is it?” he asked before just opening the door, not bothering to check. Admittedly, that wasn’t the best idea, as he immediately got pelted in the face by rain. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but…wow, that hurt. “Augh-?!” he managed out, getting water in his mouth immediately. He spat it out and shielded his eyes with his hands, looking up, then down and spotting a box. ‘Seriously?! What the hell-?!’ he thought to himself before picking it up. ‘This better be good…’ He shook the box and could’ve sworn he heard a muffled, tiny…human-like scream coming from it, but…it was probably just the rain. Right? Right??? He sighed and brought the box to the kitchen, checking his phone for emails. No…he hadn’t ordered anything recently. His binder had come in the previous day, and he didn’t have anything else out for delivery. So…what was this thing? It wasn’t labeled, and it was dripping all over his counter. “You know what, random box?” he said to it, “I’m just gonna assume this is a glitter bomb and…” he grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and stabbed it in, “Not open it carefully. I’m already sparkly enough.” he joked to himself, tearing the box open. He didn’t notice the muffled screams coming from it as he finished opening it, staring inside to find…absolutely nothing. “Oh, come on…” he whined to himself as he reached into the seemingly empty box, feeling around the edges until he felt a small, ping-pong ball-sized object. He squeaked in surprise as the thing moved, curling up tighter in his palm, “I don’t…what?” he mumbled, lifting it out of the box and staring at the trembling ball of what appeared to be charcoal. “Eh-?!” he let out a squeak of surprise, nearing dropping it as it jumped in his hand. 

“Uhm…” he was at a loss for words as he poked the thing, hearing it squeak. “I’m sorry!! Sorry…” he apologized as the doll…thing…tiny human…? uncurled itself and looked up at him, and he immediately recognized the man. 

“D-Damien…?” He stammered out, noticing how the other man immediately flinched and started trying to get out of his grip. “Wait, wait wait hold on—“ he said as he held him tighter, earning a squeak from the poor boy in his hands. “Wait, no, I’m sorry-“ he apologized, loosening his grip as Damien screamed in a tiny voice, making his heart break a bit. 

“Let me go, you freak!!” The emo boy screeched out as he squirmed, the chains on his pants catching on Vincent’s nails and making the whole situation even worse. “Were you the one who did this to me—?!” 

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I swear! The package you were in was just delivered to my house in the rain!!” He protested, trying to get Damien to see, but Damien just froze, paling. 

“I-I-“ 

Vincent cut him off. “Come on man, you’re sopping wet and…this happened.” He indicated Damien’s size. “Can we at least just…get you some food and maybe dry…something?” He sighed as Damien stiffened. 

“No.” He hissed, “you are going to tell me what I’m doing here and what happened.” He hissed, trying to seem tough, but his voice shook at the end.

“I don’t know man, seriously!” Vincent exclaimed. “You just…showed up, and I don’t know what-!” He was cut off by Damien. 

“How am I supposed to trust your words?” The raven haired boy glared at him, “you and I, we’re enemies, you know that. You could..you could snatch me up and hurt me and—” he started trembling.

Vincent’s eyes went wide, “Dude, look at me-“ he began, using a finger to tilt Damien’s chin up to look at him. “First of all, you started our ‘rivalry’, whatever it was…and whatever your little emo heart is thinking, I’m not planning on hurting you. We haven’t gotten physical once, and I’m not going to break it.” He finished. After a moment of silence, he added, 

“Also, I’m the only person here, so it’s not like you have any other words to trust.” 

Damien huffed, knowing he couldn’t argue. “Clothes, then food, then talk?” He finally muttered out as Vincent smiled. This was…progress. Maybe. He still noticed the small shake in Damien’s voice and he tried his best to reassure him as he put the boy on the counter. 

“Clothes, then food, then talk.” He parroted. With that, he turned to find something for Damien to wear, despite their massive size difference. Hell, he’d even sew something up for him to wear. After a bit, he found something perfect.

“Damien!” He called back as he came back into the kitchen with the clothes before spotting an empty counter. His blood ran cold as he stared. “Damien…?” He paled, 

“Damien, talk to me. Where are you?” He said frantically before looking at his platform boots, suppressing a gagging noise as he thought about what had happened. He checked his boots, which were clean- thank goodness- before throwing them across the room and watching his steps. 

“Hey…Damien, it’s safe, I promise.” He whispered as he carefully walked up to the counter, noticing a trail of water droplets that led to a cereal box. He moved there quickly, putting a hand on the box to move it before hearing something- probably a scream, but at Damien’s size, it was more of a squeak. 

“Stop!!” 

The blonde immediately retracted his hand with a gasp. “Sorry, sorry—“ he mumbled out before an idea came to mind. “I won’t move it…” he began, a smile coming to his face, “but you have to talk to me.” He coaxed. A few seconds passed before he heard a muffled, “Fine.” coming from behind the box. 

Vincent sat down, leaning against the counter, “So, Damien…how are you feeling?” He asked. He heard a dry laugh in response. 

“Besides waking up in a box and getting held like a toy by my enemy…? I just feel…am I dreaming?” Damien sighed, “I mean, I seriously couldn’t have just…gotten shrunk by someone..and then somehow mailed to Vincent freaking Feldman, literally the dumbest person in school and-“ he cut himself off, obviously realizing his predicament. 

Vincent, however, only laughed. “gee, thanks for the description. I’m flattered. Is that how it happened though? Some guy just…decided to shrink you? Why?” 

“I don’t know…” Damien replied. “But I feel kinda…I feel stupid, like this is just another thing proving how I’m just a worthless idiot and-“ he was cut off by Vincent standing up. 

“Hey! I won’t let you say those things about yourself.” He flared, instinctively moving and slapping away the cereal box, the only thing separating the two. He watched Damien pale as the cereal spilled nearby. “I-I didn’t-“ he began as Damien started to back up. “Wait-!” 

“This- this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” The other boy retorted before he could finish. “T-to make me feel safe a-and capture me!” With every word, he backed up a step more until he was just on the edge of the counter.

“Damien, hold on-!” Vincent yelled, reaching for him. “You’re gonna-“ 

Damien’s eyes went wide and he flinched back before falling off the counter with a scream, shutting his eyes tightly and expecting certain death. One second passed…then another…until he finally cracked an eye open. 

“Wh-?” He said as he was being held by Vincent again. The blonde had practically belly-flopped over the counter, laying on his stomach. Damien watched him wince. He flinched as Vincent spoke.

“What the hell, man…” the blonde growled. “Don’t say those things about yourself. I mean it.” He said as he got off the counter, still holding Damien as he lifted him up to eye level.

“Look man. You might be an idiot, but you’re not worthless, no matter what size you are. Besides, you’re my idiot.” 

It took a few seconds for both boys to process that, but when they did, Damien busted out laughing and Vincent just covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment, flushing a deep crimson.

“Anyway!” He exclaimed out, trying to change the subject, “Damien freaking Whitman! Stop laughing!” He said in a mom-like tone, making Damien laugh harder. “What was I saying-? Oh yeah! Clothes, then food, then talk!” He huffed out as he held out Damien’s new clothes. 

“I thought they might suit you. I used to sew doll clothes but this is really nice fabric that I tossed together. Hope you like it?” He managed out, trying to suppress a smile as Damien looked the clothes over.

Damien immediately stopped laughing at the sight. “…Dude, is that a dress? And it’s pink? ” 

Vincent started snickering at his expression, “I think you just invented a new shade of white with how pale you just got…” he managed out as he put Damien and the obnoxiously pink dress onto the table. “I’ll leave you be with your new…friend. Don’t run off again.” He grinned as Damien’s jaw dropped, the raven haired boy looking between him and the monstrosity of a dress.

“Can’t wait to see you in this, bye!” Vincent moved to leave quickly as Damien started shouting.

“Dude- VIN- wait! I’M SORRY FOR LAUGHING-! Don’t make me wear this!” The emo boy begged as the door clicked shut. He could hear Vincent laughing in the hall as he screeched.

“VINCENT FELDMAN!”

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[selencgraphy]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𝐓𝐖𝐎: spinning out, waiting for you (to pull me in)

PAIRING: jake seresin x f!original character

TAGS: cursing, angst, overthinking, self deprecation, abandonment issues (this part is just hurt the entire time i'm sorry)

A/N: hehe heyyy... so it's been over a year since i revamped this series and over a year since i posted the first part. i wanna apologize for such a huge gap! i got so busy in the last year and i wanted to make sure that this series lived up to the expectations i held in my head when i decided to rewrite it. this part is mostly the aftermath of jake's outburst (jessie's reaction and where jake ended up when the night finished). pls bear with me as i can't guarantee when part three will make it to you :( i appreciate you all so so much! i hope you enjoy the read!

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“I don’t get how you’ve been friends with him for so long. He’s a total dickbag,” Yale said, causing her to let out a breathy laugh. “Something funny, Dice?”

Jessie turned to fully face him, saying matter-of-factly, “Yeah. There is.” He scoffed in return, gaining everyone’s attention, including Rooster who was in the far corner cooling off from the exchange. “He treats everyone like shit, acting like he’s better than all of us. He’s not, and sooner or later he’s gonna get one of us killed.”

The pace of her heart began to quicken and her teeth clenched. “Do you guys even listen to the words that fly out of his mouth?” At this point, she turned to speak to everyone waiting for a response that didn’t come. The room was silent, eyes falling down to the floor or looking blankly at her.

“That’s what I thought,” she started. “I’ll admit what he did crossed the line. He does it often. But a lot of the time he points things out how they are, albeit rather rudely. And what do you all do? You tune him out. He ain’t an angel but would it kill ya to get your heads out of your asses? Maybe then y’all would finally grow up and see past a goddamn callsign.” Her feet carried her out of the room, frustrated at the blank expressions of her fellow pilots even after her spiel. She didn't have time to keep yelling at her peers. Jessie knew the outcome of these kinds of outbursts never ended well. She’d always been his shoulder to lean on after all. But for the first time since they met, he ran away from her. In less than ten minutes, she had already turned the place upside down, but he was nowhere to be found. Her phone was gripped tightly in her hand as she called his cell hoping to hear the sound of a casino jackpot. She thought it was stupid when she found out that it was the ringtone he had set for her. “So I know that it’s you callin’, Jess,” he said.

“His car’s gone,” a voice called from the end of the hall as she came out from the last bathroom she could think to check. She didn't have to look to know who it was, the rasp of his voice giving him away. Hanging her head, she took a seat against the closest wall, her eyes clenched as she let out a deep sigh and rubbed her face. Even as the rhythmic footsteps of boots grew louder and louder, she made no effort to acknowledge his presence. Not until he filled the floorspace next to her. “D’you know why he pushes your buttons every chance he gets?” 

Taking his silence as an answer she continued. “It may not look like it, but he admires the shit out of you. Trust me. I was you. Now look at me. And sure, we’ve known each other for a long time but…” She paused, gathering herself and letting her words sink in. 

“How long have you known him?” he asked quietly, his voice bordering between a whisper and his normal voice.

That made her chuckle. Raising her head, she leaned her chin atop her folded knees. “High school. I quite literally ran into him on my first day. Face first into his backpack. He helped me find my homeroom and then sat right behind me in sixth period. Then it turned out he lived right across the street from me. I tried to ignore him—God, did I try—but he somehow managed to weaseled his way into my life. Now I can’t even imagine living without him by my side.” He hummed at her answer. It was hard to imagine them as little teenagers. It was hard to imagine him as a little teenager. Rooster’s only ever known Jake Seresin as Hangman. His rival at Top Gun. An utter pain in his ass the second they met. The image of a younger version of the man he knew today that flashed in his head was bewildering. 

“All of his bullshit? Trust that it comes from a good place. It’s his way of pushing you to be better. Not that you aren't good at what you do already—you wouldn't be here if you weren't—but there’s always room to improve. He shouldn't have brought up your dad. But everything else? He’s brutal but that’s all tough love.  Because at the end of the day his words won't kill you. The mistakes you make up there do.”

She wiped the dust off of her pants as she stood up. “I know there’s a thousand different ways he can go about it but there’s also a shit load more at stake than being named team leader.”

Quick to leave him to think about what she had said, she beelined it to her car. Once the door shut beside her, she leaned her forehead against the wheel. Images of the day flashed in the darkness of her closed eyelids. The constant failures from each of them on the course. Jake’s instigating. Rooster’s outburst. Her intervention. It all happened so fast. 

As she stopped at the stoplight leaving base, her phone rang. Jessie was quick to grab her phone and flip it over to see the caller ID, her face falling at the name. Answering it, she placed it on speaker and set it down on the center console, her hand rejoining the other on the steering wheel. “Sir, I want to apologize for Lieutenant Seresin today. He was out of line and-”

He cut her off. “It’s alright, Rosales. Lieutenant Seresin’s actions aren't what I’m calling you for.”

Oh. “We’re gonna be holding training off-base tomorrow at the Hard Deck.”

“The Hard Deck, sir?”

“Yes, I need you there at 1100 but the rest of the team’s coming at 1200. No uniforms either, come in civvies. Something you can sweat in.”

“Does Admiral Simpson know about this?”

“No. I’ll fill you in when I see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Dice.”

“You too, sir. See you tomorrow.” At the monotonic beeps, she picked up her phone again in one hand, the other still on the wheel. Even if he hadn't been answering, she wasn’t going to stop trying. 

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He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there for. All he knew was that the sun was up when he got there and now it was gone, replaced by the white shine of the moon cast along the ocean. Like the setting of the sun, what he knew about his future morphed into a void of uncertainty. But it wasn’t a sudden change. He had felt it happening and chose to ignore it. 

In the twenty-something years he and Jessie have known each other, they've had countless fights and arguments. Not that it was a common occurrence, but they're inevitable even if they're over something so minuscule in hindsight. Today felt different. Maybe he had gone too far. Maybe she’s finally had enough of him. Who was he kidding? He knew this day would come eventually. 

His teammates probably would find it ironic. The famous Hangman being the one left hung out to dry, in his own tears at that. No one else but her knew the actual meaning behind his callsign. She was the one who gave it to him after all. “Don’t worry about them,” she used to say. “You and I know who you are.”

He couldn't get it out of his head. The sharpness of her glare as she stood opposite him. “Why did I do that?” he repeated countless times to himself. Maybe it was just because he could. Or maybe it was envy. His own voice echoed around his skull, overlapping itself and overtaking his senses. 

It’s all your fault.

She hates you now.

You deserve to be alone.

Not good enough.

Fuck-up.

Coward.

That’s what he was. A coward. Too scared to own up to his feelings. Too scared to own up to his actions. As Hangman he felt invincible. Everyone believed their own story, and he played along, hiding behind a reputation he wasn't even sure how he got. The only person to ever see past it was Jessie. In the milliseconds his walls came crumbling down in front of everyone, they caught a glimpse of who he really was. It was fight or flight and in the end, Jake Seresin always chooses flight. 

The sudden seagull squawks pulled him out of his head. The beach was empty now, the footsteps of other people long washed away by the waves that crashed ashore. He still had to go to work the next morning, and he had been out here long enough. Dusting all of the sand off of his clothes that he could, he took one last deep breath as he stared into the open ocean in front of him. Tomorrow’s a new day, Jake. 

Ever since he had taken Amelia home for Penny, he spent a lot of time around the Benjamins. Penny started letting him hang around the house to help her daughter with her homework. Sometimes she'd even invite him over for dinner. In less than a couple days of being back in San Diego, Jake had become an honorary member of the Benjamin family. Sure, he could just go to the Hard Deck to decompress but that was where everyone else went. He didn’t want to torture the squad more than he had to. To his surprise, Penny didn’t hesitate to give him a copy of her house key. Albeit, it was followed by a threat that went along the lines of You so much as break anything or do something stupid in my home or I swear to God. She already knew he wouldn’t do such a thing but it was just funny seeing his face get all white. So when he showed up at her front door that night, his eyes red and puffy, there was no hesitation to let him in. He lost count of how many times he had thanked her as she grabbed some extra linen and pillows and clothes to change into. He didn’t deserve her kindness.

He didn't remember plugging in his phone last night. He didn't even remember asking Penny for a charger to borrow. But there it was, plugged in on the side table of the living room. He only went to look at it to see what time it was but the sight of the dozens of missed calls and unanswered text messages stopped him in his tracks—all of them from Jessie. Text after text. Missed call after missed call. But there was only one voicemail. 

I know you’ve seen my texts and my calls and I know you're ignoring me. 

Despite her being merely a recording, they took a deep breath in unison. Jake’s hand roughly rubbed over his face as she continued to talk.

If you had answered any one of my calls earlier, I probably would have yelled at you. What you said was beyond fucked-up. You had no right to say any of that, Jake. But I know you. I know you need your space right now but don’t shut me out, alright?

Her voice was quiet now, as if she was trying hard for it not to falter. With his eyes shut, he could practically see her trying to maintain her composure. 

Anyways, Mav wants all of y’all at The Hard Deck at 1200 in civvies. Don't dress up though, we’re working out. I think—I don't know, that’s all he told me. Just in case you don't actually listen to this, I texted it to you too amongst the hundreds of the other texts I sent so you better show up. I love you, bub.

When the message ended, he looked at the time stamp. Midnight. Only five hours ago. Jake threw his phone aside and ran his hands over his face, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. It would’ve been fine if things went right back to normal. Well, not entirely fine, but he liked it when his day had structure. It made everything easier. What had happened yesterday and the apparent change in today’s training agenda just left more room for things to go wrong—for him to mess up again. Just the thought of facing everyone sent his mind into overdrive. 

He hadn’t realized how long he had sat in that same position for. The early morning quiet of the Benjamin house allowed him to get lost in his never ending thoughts. He was sure only a few minutes had passed but the sound of footsteps drew him out of his daze. It was then he realized he had been practically staring a hole into Penny’s carpet for the last two hours. 

“Morning, Jake,” Penny greeted, a hot cup of coffee in her hands. “Hope the couch wasn’t too bad.”

He accepted the cup and hummed as he took a sip. “It was fine, Pen.” He took a breath. “Thank you… for letting me crash here. M’sorry for showing up so late, but I didn’t-”

She took a seat next to him. “No need to apologize, sweetie. I understand.” Jake’s head hung as he stared at and fiddled with the cup in his hands. “D’you wanna talk about it?”

He hesitated. “You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“I brought up Goose,” he interrupted quickly. At his admission, Penny took a deep breath and sighed. Despite losing touch with Maverick for a while, she knew what had happened over thirty years ago. How it affected everyone. How it still affects everyone. “I don’t know why I did it. I know how fucked it is but I just- Fuck.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t apologized yet.”

“How could I? I threw his dad’s death in his face,” he shrugged, placing his coffee cup down before throwing his face in his hands. “He’s probably gonna sock me on the spot—not that I don’t deserve it.” Jake took a breath as he tried to compose himself as his eyes started to water.

“No one’s perfect, Jake. Not Maverick. Not Rooster. Not you. We all make mistakes. Some we regret, some we don’t. You obviously regret this one so make up for it. No more running.”

Before she could say any more, Amelia jogged into the living room. “Mom, what’s for- Oh, hey, Jake.”

“Hey, Ames,” he greeted with a small smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. “Didn’t make anything today, kiddo. Go pour yourself some cereal, okay?” The young girl lingered for a second as she looked at her mother and Jake before turning around and heading for the kitchen. No more running.

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down too long in the midnight sea

Post-canon, pre-relationship, hurt/comfort.

1000 words

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It takes him a long time to surface. For what feels like an endless eon he drifts alone in icy darkness. Drowning, he feels like he's drowning. He remembers the taste of blood on his tongue, and he remembers that he's so cold.

He remembers that he was afraid, or is afraid, but he doesn't remember why.

Warm fingers slip into his hand, a shocking contrast to the chill flooding his body. There are voices overhead, but they belong to the world of the surface, whatever lies above the icy depths where he's currently drowning.

He can feel the warmth of that hand, though. He clings to it as he slips back down.

*

There's pain. There's so much pain, and his body aches, and his lungs ache, and he can't breathe, he can't breathe—

Voices above him, loud. A high thin mechanical wail. There are no warm fingers touching him now. Only metal and cold, sharp pain like—

—teeth—

He reaches out, twisting, grasping in the darkness. Clawing desperately for that remembered warmth.

"Eddie, hey, you gotta stop—" someone says, and he knows that voice, he does, but before he can attach a name to it, he's sinking again, drowning, gone.

*

Warmth. Not just in his fingers this time, although he can feel that someone is holding his hand. A thumb slides absently back and forth across the back of his knuckles, a slow, repetitive movement that Eddie holds on to as he rises up through the layers of dark water toward that warmth and light.

It's light where he is. He can tell that now, even with his eyes closed. He has eyes. He has a body, and it's lying on something soft, and there's a blanket pulled over him. He hurts everywhere, but the pain feels distant right now. Muffled somehow. Like his brain has been wrapped in cotton batting to protect against sharp edges.

They must have me on the good shit, he thinks, and it's the first coherent thought that he can remember having. Hospital. He's in the hospital; he must be. The last thing he remembers is lying in the cold dirt of the Upside Down while Dustin Henderson held him and cried. In that dark blank space after he lost consciousness, someone must have gotten him out.

He's alive. Against all expectations, he's alive.

His eyes feel like they're glued shut, but he blinks twice, wincing, and they finally open. There's a blurry hospital room, filled with diffuse light from a curtained window somewhere to the left. somewhere beyond the other wall he can hear footsteps, voices. Closer by is a monitor, an IV pole with a bag of clear fluid feeding down into a needle taped to his arm. He slides his tongue against his teeth; his mouth tastes metallic and foul. Then, slowly and painfully, he rolls his head toward the person sitting next to his bed and holding his hand.

He was expecting Wayne, but instead it's Steve Harrington slumped in a shitty hospital chair, elbow resting on the edge of the mattress, fingers loosely tangled with Eddie's. He's looking down at a book braced on his knee, lips moving like he's reading silently, so Eddie has a moment to stare at him unobserved. He's in clean clothes, his hair styled, his bruises fading to an ugly yellowish-green. He looks--well, he looks good. Even after he got dragged through hell backwards and almost eaten alive he still looked upsettingly good. But Eddie has no fucking clue what he's doing here. Out of people he'd reasonably expect to find languishing at his bedside, Steve Harrington is so far down the list that Eddie wouldn't even think to include his name.

Steve lifts his head. He takes a second, but Eddie watches the realization dawn on his face, the near-comical expression of shock. He straightens up, the book tumbling forgotten to the floor. "Hey! Oh, shit, okay, you're actually awake this time. Right?"

"Evidently," Eddie rasps. He licks his lips "What… happened? Wayne?"

"Yeah, we made him go home and get some sleep. He's been here for like three days straight--he's gonna be so pissed off you woke up while he was gone."

"Oh." Eddie's eyes slide shut again like there are weights attached to them. He blinks hard and forces them open again. "Okay? Is--everyone—?"

"Yeah, everybody's--well, okay, Max is on crutches, and Carver, like, tried to kick Sinclair's ass, but he's just got a black eye, and Robin sprained her ankle, but—" he breaks off and takes a deep shuddering breath, raking his hair out of his face with the hand not still holding Eddie's. He still hasn't let go. "Everybody made it out alive."

"Even me," Eddie whispers.

Steve's expression does something painful and complicated-looking, and then he smiles. "Yeah. Even you. Henderson is so pissed off at you, by the way."

Eddie huffs a thready laugh. "Figures."

"I should probably, um. Probably let the doctors know you're awake." Now he goes to disentangle his fingers from Eddie's. Eddie grabs for him. Or tries to, anyway; it ends up more as a pathetic sort of flopping movement. Steve stills. "Eddie?"

"Just." His mouth feels clumsy, his head fuzzy; he doesn't know how to say, please just hold on a little longer, this was the only thing that felt real this whole time. He doesn't even know if it was Steve holding his hand this whole time. Probably not. But Steve is the one who's here now, waiting here just so Eddie doesn't have to wake up alone. "Can you just. Stay. For like. A second. Please."

Steve blinks at him for a moment. Then he lets out a soft noise, almost a laugh, and nods. He picks up Eddie's hand, very deliberately, and glances up at him like he's monitoring his reaction. 

"Okay," he whispers, squeezing Eddie's palm between both of his. His hands are so warm. "Okay. Just for a minute."

"Thank you," Eddie mumbles, and lets his eyes slip shut. The darkness is still there, still cold, but now Eddie knows that he's got someone here to pull him back up.

"Yeah," Steve says quietly. And then, even quieter, "I'm really glad you're still with us."

"Mmhm," Eddie manages. And the world is fading again, but he can still feel that warmth as Steve keeps holding on.

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (9)

Naoya leans against the wall next to the door and crosses his arms. "Ya finally declaring the next head?" They are all seated in what Naobito likes to refer to as the meeting room, though Naoya opts to stand instead. It's best to not sit around his family when they are all gathered like this. Tensions tend to run high, and someone always needs their ass handed to them.

Naobito shakes his head and takes a sip of his sake. "No. This is concerning the Gojo clan."

Naoya keeps his face blank. "Is Gojo Satoru dead?" He hopes that bastard is dead and then he will take his place as the strongest. The Gojo clan is useless without Gojo Satoru, and it is time for the Zenin clan to rise.

"No," Naobito replies. "Gojo Satoru is very much alive. He has sired a son."

And why should he care about that? Why should he care that Gojo Satoru got his dick wet?

"Another six eyes and limitless user."

Naoya grits his teeth. His body burns. He must have misheard. "What do you mean, another one? There should only be one at a time." It's always been that way for all the clans and their prized techniques. Perhaps his father is going senile with age. Perhaps the Gojo clan is spouting bullshit to make themselves appear stronger than what they are.

Naobito waves a hand and the woman responsible for Maki and Mai rises from her place behind Naobito. She holds up a picture of a child.

Gojo Satoru's child. Looks just like the bastard.

"He is capable of teleporting and creating shikigami out of hair. The shikigami in question was a small version of Gojo Satoru himself and utilized his curse technique. His strength is also concerning for his age. He was noted to have knocked Sukuna's vessel into a wall." Naobito motions with his hand, and the woman switches to a picture of a woman.

Naoya quirks a brow. Whoever this woman is, looks like a good time. "Is this the woman who gave birth to this child?"

"Yes. She was also observed and can make shikigami as well. Higurashi Kagome. She grew up on a shrine and is noted as having foreign energy. Whatever she has is not cursed energy."

Higurashi and not Gojo? Perhaps Gojo Satoru discarded the woman? Naoya grips his chin and tilts his head to the side. "So, he is not married to her?"

Ogi snaps his attention to him. "You'd take Gojo leftovers?"

"She gave birth to another six eyes user and has some foreign energy. Who's to say she can't give birth to a proper ten shadows member?"

"The woman is most likely barren since he did not marry her."

"It's no loss to fuck her and see," Naoya points out. "Besides, she has some shikigami abilities. That's more useful than the females we currently have." And unless they have some other pictures of the brat, he will assume that Higurashi Kagome is not pregnant because it hasn't been that long since she's given birth. Truly, he is surrounded by idiots. They drove Toji to leave the clan simply because he had no cursed energy and yet Toji was stronger than all of them.

When he is clan leader, he will not make such stupid mistakes such as that.

Naobito sighs. "If you wish to pursue her, then I see no harm in doing so. Gojo Satoru may not have married her, but he appears to be fond of her. Going so far as to threaten others on her behalf."

"He can't stop me from pursuing her. I'm not tryin' to hurt her that much." Naoya smiles. "Assuming she is in Tokyo or at the compound?" If she's at the Gojo estate, then that will make things more difficult. He can't barge in there and demand access to her, though he could set up some kind of party to discuss the current events.

But would they bring her to such a meeting? He'd have to send word that all females are required, then.

Naobito shrugs. "The shrine is in Tokyo, but no reports if she is living there or with Gojo or not.

"It would be better to search local shrines instead," Jinichi grunts out. "Perhaps there are others like her."

Idiot. "You can waste your time, but I'm going after the woman confirmed to yield results." Naoya shrugs. "Besides, thought we were rebuilding relations with the Gojo clan? Nothing like having two brothers to unite us." He'll start in Tokyo and go from there. Perhaps he'll get lucky? It can't be too difficult for someone like him.

"Something about going after the leftovers of another man disgusts me," Ogi remarks. "She is tarnished now."

Naoya stares at him. "Jealous that your seeds are useless?"

Ogi glares and swings at him with his sword. Naoya chuckles. "So slow," he jabs. "Waste your time all you want. I'm going after Higurashi Kagome." Naoya punches Ogi in the face and laughs as the man struggles to his feet.

He'll find Higurashi Kagome one way or another and make her his. Gojo Satoru can keep his brat.

Kagome sets her phone down on the table and gets comfortable in the chair while she waits for Satoru. He's so insistent on meeting her for lunch, even though his schedule is so hectic. She wasn't snooping, but he left his phone unlocked on his calendar and the number of missions made her eyes go cross from just a quick glance.

Koushi pats her breast and stares up at her.

"I guess you can eat before daddy gets here," she says with a smile. Kagome places a small blanket over Koushi while he nurses. Normally she doesn't bother with one, but that door opens pretty wide, and it would be awkward if customers walking by see her. "He's running a little late, but it shouldn't be that long," she tells Koushi. Kagome looks over the menu and hums. Satoru told her to order for him too if she didn't feel like waiting.

The door slides open a few minutes later and Kagome looks up and frowns. "Sir, you have the wrong room," she informs the man. He has green hair and brown eyes. His outfit reminds her of what those in the past would wear. Though his energy tells her he is a sorcerer. Perhaps he is part of a clan, then?

The man smiles at her and sits down. "Zenin Naoya," he says, resting his head in his palm. "I have the right room. Higurashi Kagome? Been looking for you for a while now."

Zenin? That sounds familiar. Kagome tightens her hold on Koushi. "What do you want?" She keeps her face blank. The best she can do is put up a barrier until Satoru gets here and if this man does get rowdy, then she could try making a shikigami to distract him or potentially take him out, depending on how strong this sorcerer is.

"You." He leans over and presses the button for the server. "This is a nice restaurant. Have you been here before?" He reaches for the menu. "I'll get us…well, I'll get myself some beef. You should stick to a salad." He leers at her. "As nice as your tits are, you need to lose weight. A proper woman keeps her body slim. We'll work on it. I'll fuck the pounds off ya."

Kagome's cheeks burn. Her energy shimmers under her skin, threatening to boil over. "You need to leave." The only thing straying her hand is Koushi attached to her. Her fingers twitch. She just wants to slap him one good time.

He snorts. "We have lots of work to do." The door opens, and he turns right as Satoru appears behind the server.

"We aren't ready to order," Satoru says. The server looks at him and at Zenin before scurrying away. Satoru closes the door and towers over Zenin.

"Ah Satoru, I was—"

Crash.

Kagome blinks. She didn't even see Satoru move. Zenin lies on the floor and retches. Satoru walks over and lifts Zenin up by his shirt. They warp away and Kagome stares at the small stain of blood on the floor. She places the blanket off to the side and fixes her top while Koushi looks around. The door slides open and Satoru walks in. He glares at the chair and moves it over to the corner, opting to grab a different chair instead.

"Satoru?" Kagome wets her lips. She can't see his eyes because of the blindfold, but she doesn't need to see them to know how upset he is.

"Did he touch you?"

"No." She shakes her head. There's blood on his hands and jacket. Kagome reaches over and pulls out some wipes. She slides them over to him. "Did you kill him?"

"Do you want me to?" Satoru wipes his hands off and then pulls the blindfold down. "Sorry, I'm not trying to scare you."

"I'm not scared."

"…You're not? You don't think I'm a monster?"

Kagome flushes and looks away from him. "No, I like it. Though I don't think he needs to die because he was rude." Kagome peeks at him and her body warms. "Satoru, don't look at me like that." The way he looks at her sometimes nearly convinces her that Satoru simply wants her, and not because he's horny.

"I can't help it." He grabs the used wipes and stands. "I'm going to wash my hands for real." Satoru pauses. "He won't bother you again. The Zenins are bad news except for Maki, but she's my student. And you don't need to lose weight. I love your curves."

Kagome tucks her hair back. "I'm not as skinny as I was when we met." Zenin's words did sting. She hasn't been super proactive with working out since she's had Koushi.

"So? Your body is like that because of me." He smirks at her. "I can do it again." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Go wash your hands, Satoru." Kagome huffs, trying not to laugh. He throws her one more look before exiting the room. Kagome fans herself. Satoru is getting to her. It's only been a few days since she and Koushi went to the school and showed off some and strangely enough, Satoru's affections haven't changed.

No, that's not true. He's definitely touchier now. Maybe she didn't do enough?

The door slides open again and this time Satoru holds out his hands for Koushi. He frowns and slides his jacket off, placing it on the back of the chair, and then reaches for Koushi again. "I'm just glad you didn't have to see that," Satoru says. "Don't want Koushi seeing me like that."

Kagome nods. Koushi is just a baby, no matter how powerful he may be for his age. "Will you be home late tonight?"

Satoru winces. "Yeah, my schedule is usually jam-packed. Especially with the aftermath of Halloween. It would have been a lot worse without you. Still, a lot of curses were born that day from the terror." He boops Koushi on the nose and smiles. "Ready to order?"

Kagome reaches for the menu again. She'd forgotten all about ordering. "I'm just going to get some sushi. Did you want us to come with you?" Koushi turns his head and looks at her. Kagome blinks. "Or Koushi can hang out with his grandfather instead. He mentioned wanting to see Koushi again," she rambles.

"You want to go on missions with me?" Satoru asks. "How often does he need to eat? If we leave him with my father?"

"Well, he just ate, so in three or four hours. But I picked up a pump yesterday…." Kagome presses her lips together. Satoru is staring at her breasts. "Satoru."

"Hm? I'm listening. You pumped, and I didn't get to see." Satoru reaches over and presses the button for the server to return. "Did you drive?"

"No, we walked since it wasn't far."

Satoru nods. "Okay, that's fine. I'll tell him to just meet us at the apartment. He should be there by the time we get done eating." Satoru pulls out his phone and texts with one hand.

"…I didn't think you would agree so easily," she admits.

Satoru snorts. "I've been trying to get you alone since we've reconnected." He turns his attention to the server and gives them their order. "If you see anywhere you want to stop at while we're out, just let me know." Satoru eyes her chest again and then looks at her. "Are you going to need to pump while we're out?"

"Depends on how long I'm out with you. Maybe. I'd rather not leak."

"I wish you would leak on my face," he says. "Or on my d—"

"Satoru!"

"He doesn't even know what we're saying." Satoru laughs. Koushi slaps his mouth and Satoru stops mid-laugh. "So, is that how it's going to be?"

Koushi slaps him again.

Kagome covers her mouth, but her laughter spills out. Satoru and Koushi look at her. She wipes at her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," she says.

"I love yo—" Slap.

Satoru huffs. "Thanks, Koushi. Truly."

***

A/N: I am coping.

"Does blessing it mean no curses will respawn for a set period of time?" - Curses will definitely avoid the area kind of like how they did at the station when Satoru fought the disaster curses.

"Can Koushi imitate her purification chanting?" - Now I'm imagining babbling as he does and accidentally placing a curse on someone lol.

"Who in the multiverse would be into roleplay?" How to tame is pretty adventurous and would be up for it later. Accidental and Christmas aren't there yet, but Christmas would probably roleplay as Santa. Twisted would probably play up the student-teacher angle because it bothers Kagome. Thousand Days would be up for it after they get their stuff together. Wish I Could is more likely to roleplay big bad sorcerers chasing the priestess in the woods. And One night Satoru would probably role play as being submissive sometimes.

"How long before someone notices Koushi and Kagome could get past Satoru's infinity?" - I think they can keep that up forever so long as they don't call it out. To everyone else, Satoru is letting it down for them.

"Does she think of the locket when she fiddles with her rose pendant?" - She thinks of the other Satoru and the kind of relationship he has with that Kagome. She wants that but she's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Will Hojo attend the party?" - Why you want him to die in this story too lolol

Satoru will meet InuYasha and that's all I'll say about that lol.

Next chapter Kagome will find out that uh Satoru is not at all put off by her displays of power.

Take care! Hope you have an amazing rest of your week. Take your vitamins and make sure to refill your well. I'm gonna get back to working on that Wish I Could Chapter, Kenjaku is scheming as usual.

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Billy forming an unexpected bond with Mike though.

Ostensibly Mike is an asshole, and so is Billy. He did not in any way expect to get along with the kid. And he doesn’t, not in a way that makes it seem like they’re actually getting along.

They fight and bicker and say shit to one another they would never say to just about anyone else because they know the other can give just as good as he gets.

But that’s just it, they actually communicate with each other.

Yeah it’s harsh and fuckin’ mean sometimes, but they’re never left wondering what the other one is thinking, which leaves little room for miscommunication. Which is actually one of the biggest problems they have with other people.

This turns out to be helpful as hell, because surprise surprise, practicing honesty with their thoughts and feelings is great for them. They can add the filter of politeness when they’re talking to someone other than each other, and blamo suddenly their relationships are doing much better! Because the people around them actually know what the fuck is going on with them! Holy shit!

In the same vein I think they’d vent other shit with each other. Billy is still learning how to deal with his shit in a healthier way, but it’s slow going and frustrating and hard as hell most days. Sometimes he wishes he could just get into a good fight like he used to. Enter Mike, who really needs an outlet for his own angst, but is also the approximate width of a toothpick, and has been playing DND for years. He’s not gonna be able to fight anyone without getting his shit rocked.

It starts off with a sincere murder attempt on Mike’s part. He’s had it with Billy, he’s pissed that this fucking guy is the only one around, and he knows full well Billy could take him. So he charges him.

Billy is surprised as hell that the kid is not only this mad, but has the balls to try to take on someone so much bigger than him. He lets him slam into him, but also almost immediately tosses him. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to show he could have.

Mike does not care.

He gets back up and does it again, gets tossed again. He does this over and over until he’s too tired to. Every single time, he gets launched, and honestly Billy is tired too. He’s never had a fight like this, one that was just so goddamn stupid it actually made him laugh rather than pissed him off. And throwing kids is fun, especially when they squawk ragdoll like Mike had been doing.

Mike got out his aggression and tired himself out, Billy got out some of his aggression and had fun doing it. It’s a win win.

Play fighting becomes a thing they just do. Billy is physically a little rough with everyone (shoving shoulders to show comradery, noogies, pats on the back that are probably a little too hard, bone crushing hugs, biting if you’re dating him) but he and Mike are another matter. Depending on the day, it’s on sight with them. They do it so much Billy actually ends up teaching Mike how to fight, similar to how he tossed Steve the ‘Plant your feet’ tip.

 Over time they grow to be friendly with each other. They still talk mad shit to each other, and they’ll still throw down at a moment’s notice. But there’s smiling involved now, playfulness.

One day Billy notices Mike watching Will the way Billy watches Steve. He picks him up bodily, throws him over his shoulder and just takes off with him. Mike is used to this by now, assumes they’re about to go a round and doesn’t bother trying to wiggle his way off Billy’s shoulder. He knows it’d just land him on his ass.

But instead of tossing him, Billy sets Mike down. And into a chair no less. It’s so civilized it’s got Mike on high alert in a second.

He tells him point blank what he saw, they never beat around the bush with each other. He tells him through gritted teeth that he gets it, that he’s been there. That if Mike wants to talk about it, he can talk about it with him. He might not be the most helpful, but he won’t tell anyone either.

Mike is of course going through the Five Stages, and rockets all the way to anger without hardly a nod to the others. He tries to snipe something, tries to push Billy over, but what he says is too honest and there’s no strength behind his shove.

He’s been dealing with this for years now, by himself, not knowing how to say it or what to do about it, fucking it up because that was easier than trying to figure out how not to. He tells Billy in the smallest voice he’s ever heard from the kid that he’s so scared of getting it happen because he’s scared that it would make Will hate him. That he’d be just as bad for him as he was for El, and he can’t stand the idea of losing his best friend again.

Billy relates to that entirely. He doesn’t know what to say, or else he’d have told it to himself a million times. So instead of talking, for once, he just hugs the kid. Lets him know if nothing else, he’s not alone. The assholes have to stick together.

[summerwritesfics]

💥And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember, Chapter 2 - Call My Name And Save Me From The Dark

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4428 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon Divergence (Takes place instead of the MKX comics Kamidogu Saga), Whump Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Abduction, Hostage Situations, NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai), Hurt/Comfort

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Notes: Ayyyy, Summer updated one of their chaptered fanfics instead of writing 1000 more oneshots? Wtf is going on? Yes it’s true, although I guess this was kinda of a cheat as it’s a rewrite of the WIP I initially had for this one. 🤷🏻 Quick warning: This chapter does involve torture, while a lot of it is offscreen some of it is described in a fair amount of detail. So. Like… heads up I guess. Chapter title is from “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence.

His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, only to close them immediately at the far too bright lighting in the room. He tried to reach a hand up to his face, only to find that they were caught under something, not allowing them to move. He chanced opening his eyes again, glancing down to find that his wrists were bound against armrests with thick leather straps, keeping him bound to the chair he was sitting on.

Blinking a few times, he tried to let himself get used to the light, so he could glance around the room.

This place was completely unfamiliar to him. It was a blank white room with an oddly clinical feel to it. The only other things in the room were a table in front of him, and on the other side of it, it looked like a video camera was set up and pointed directly at him. There was a large metal door positioned at the other end of the room.

Trying to move one of his legs revealed they were also strapped to the chair. The majority of his armour and clothing had been removed, leaving him in only his tank top and his trousers.

His mind raced as he tried to remember how he got here. He remembered the feeling of being watched, the confrontation with the man in the suit, going to the inn to get a drink of water and… Well, it was all a bit of a blur after that, only the vague memory of feeling dizzy and someone lifting him up off the floor.

Shit, I was drugged. 

How they’d managed to do so, he wasn’t sure. From what he remembered, the inn had been mostly empty, aside from a handful of patrons. The only person who touched his drink beside himself was the bartender. So… was she in on it? Fuck. He hadn’t stood a chance if that was the case.

Regardless, he didn’t exactly want to stick around and figure out why someone had drugged him. He gripped the armrests with both hands, intending to freeze and shatter them, freeing his arms and allowing him to get away.

Except, no ice was coming. He grunted and tried to concentrate harder, but all he could feel was a strange tingling sensation through his veins. He tried again, harder this time, the tingling became a full out sting and he sucked air in through his teeth. What’s going on? Why are my powers failing me? Why now of all moments? 

Suddenly the door opened, a fair skinned man in a black suit and wearing sunglasses walked in. Kuai didn’t recognise him, he wasn’t one of the men who’d been following him at least. But the second this man’s eyes landed on Kuai Liang, he was grinning.

“Ah, I see you’re finally awake, sleeping beauty,” the man said with a chuckle as he shut the door behind him. He walked up to the table, placing down a suitcase on it. “It’s good to finally meet you in person, Sub Zero. I have heard a lot about you.” The man tilted his head slightly. “Do you mind if I call you Kuai Liang instead?”

Was this man some sort of government agent? But for which government? It was concerning that he knew Kuai’s name. Not just his codename, but his birth name, the name only those he was closest to knew about.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” Kuai questioned, trying to keep his head high, but it was lolling around slightly, still heavy from whatever drug he’d been slipped.

“Oh, no, you have no idea who I am. I know who you are though.” The man was smirking to himself as he sat down on the table. “You can call me Agent X if you would like.”

“My apologies,” Kuai started in the best bored tone he could muster in the moment, “I wasn’t aware I’d walked into a cliché convention.”

To his surprise, Agent X began to chuckle, “for someone so cold, you have quite the fiery tongue.” 

Kuai clenched his fist, trying to summon even the smallest amount of ice, but all that came was that sting. X tilted his head, eyes flicking down to Kuai’s hands, clearly knowing what he was trying to do.

“Ah, I’m afraid you’ll find you do not currently have the ability to use your powers.” X reached forward, placing a couple of fingers against the side of Kuai’s neck. Glancing to where they were, Kuai could just about make out a bruise. “We’ve been working on this serum for a long time. To help make people like yourself more… Well… Agreeable to work with.” He pressed the fingers in harder, and Kuai bared his teeth at the dull ache. “You’ll find they’ll be out of commission for the next few hours. Most likely longer since I’ll be giving you top ups.”

“You seem to have gone through a lot of trouble to get me here,” Kuai stated, glad when X moved his hand from his neck.

“Yes. Although, not for the reasons I would have liked.” X pushed himself off the table, slowly meandering around it to reach the camera. “But it’s my higher up’s choice. They aren’t as interested in you personally as I am, they have rather different reasons for you being here.”

“What reasons?” He watched as X started to set the camera to record. Or at least, that’s what he assumed the now blinking light on it meant. “Who are you working for and what do they want from me?”

“Well, I can’t tell you who I work for, but I can tell you that we don’t want anything from you as such.” X walked off from the camera, making his way back up to where Kuai was tied to the chair. He looped back around behind the chair, placing his hands on Kuai’s shoulders and causing him to tense up. “You are familiar with a man named Hanzo Hasashi, correct?”

“What does he have to do with this?” His first thoughts were that whoever these people were had been hired by the ex-wraith to take Kuai out. But he highly doubted Hanzo Hasashi would want Kuai to succumb to anyone’s hand beside his own.

“He has information that we require.” One of the hands on his shoulders tightened while the other came to cup his chin, forcing him to look at the camera. “You’re going to be the motivation for him to give us that information.”

That didn’t make sense to Kuai. Given how intently these people seemed to have been watching him, surely they would know that Hasashi wouldn’t fold to his bitter enemy being tortured. At least, Kuai assumed he was about to be tortured, he highly doubted if they were going to offer him some sort of deal they’d drug him and keep him tied to a chair.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” Kuai started, attempting to shake the hand off his chin. The grip just tightened further and continued to force him to look towards the camera. “But Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t care one way or another what happens to me.”

“Perhaps,” Agent X practically purred in his ear. Kuai definitely got the impression whatever was about to happen was deeply intimate to X. It was extremely unnerving if he was being honest. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish he did.”

Finally the agent’s hands released Kuai, and he hadn’t realised how uneasy the unwanted hands on his body made him until he gave a sigh of relief. X went around the side of him, back towards the suitcase on the table. He clicked it open, revealing all manner of weaponry and torture implements. Knives, hammers, power drills, some vials of something, some things that looked like they could give a nasty electric shock.

So, I was right, he is going to torture me. 

The Lin Kuei had vigorous training in regards to torture, making sure none of their assassins would ever break under the hands of their enemies and give access to their deepest secrets. Except Agent X wasn’t after Lin Kuei secrets, and it wasn’t Kuai he was banking on breaking.

If Hanzo Hasashi is smart, he’ll know I’ve been trained to take this. 

“Now then.” And once more, X’s hand was gripping Kuai’s chin. Kuai had no idea why that was worse than the thought of the torture he was about to go through. “Which of my toys shall I start with first?”

He could feel blood dripping down his body, although he couldn’t pinpoint which of his many injuries it was coming from. He was just barely holding onto consciousness throughout the pain and blood loss.

Agent X had not held back on his torture, and Kuai would have been impressed if it wasn’t him that it was being inflicted on. It had started with electrocution, increasing the strengths of shocks a little at a time until they practically burnt him. The knife had been used to cut and stab him, he’d had his skin ripped by the claw of the hammer before the flats had been slammed against his fingers. With how swollen they were, he’d definitely broken more than a few. The worst so far had been when X had brought out the power drill, placing it against his biceps and thighs and pressing the button to full power. How the fuck he’d managed to stop himself from screaming when he felt the drill bit hit his bones, he’d never know.

He wasn’t sure how long this had been going on, just that he’d been injected with whatever was in the vials several times throughout everything. He’d come to the conclusion that it was the so-called serum. If it lasted a couple of hours at a time, he had to be at least 10 hours into the torture, and he was actually somewhat amazed he hadn’t blacked out yet. The camera had been removed at some point, presumably to send the footage to Hasashi. That hadn’t stopped X however. Currently, they seemed to be taking some sort of break, just for X to decide what he wanted to do next.

Kuai was starting to get the feeling that Agent X was far more interested in hurting Kuai than whatever information it was they needed.

“I must say, I’m almost disappointed,” X spoke for the first time in a while. He was standing off somewhere to Kuai’s right, but he didn’t have the energy to try and look in that direction. “All these things I’ve done to you, and I haven’t managed to get one scream out of those pretty little lips of yours.”

“You’d have to take me to dinner first,” Kuai just about managed to mumble out, his voice slurred. It was probably not the best thing to say in this situation, but it was all he could possibly do to still show what defiance he had left.

“Oh, still so much fire,” Agent X chuckled. Kuai felt the other man’s hand trail across his collar bone, then suddenly he was in front of Kuai once more. He was looking down at Kuai with a positively evil grin, and Kuai got the distinct feeling he was going to regret provoking him. “I’d like to try one last time.”

Kuai was surprised when he felt Agent X’s weight pressing down on his thighs, the other man now straddling his lap. Kuai jerked in his chair, hissing at how it caused his injuries to start hurting again. X took hold of his face with one hand, forcing it to one side. All Kuai could see in the corner of his eye was X’s manic face and the knife being slowly brought towards the top of his head.

The knife was pressed against his skin, and slowly X began to drag it down, hard but slow. Kuai began to quake from the pain, closing his right eye, blood immediately pouring down his face. He could feel the blade scraping against his skull, hell, he could fucking hear it echoing against his brain. By the time the knife was at his eyebrow, Kuai couldn’t hold back any longer, as a blood curdling scream ripped from the back of his throat.

“Yes! Yes that’s what I want,” X exclaimed cheerfully. The knife kept travelling down, and he could feel it push against his eyelid, splitting it effortlessly. He kept screaming, terrified that it had broken past and damaged his eyeball. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.”

His cheek was next, the knife dug so deep into his flesh Kuai wouldn’t be surprised if it broke through to his mouth. All Kuai could do was scream, the agony was just so much. Too much. They said everyone had a breaking point. Kuai guessed this was his.

The pain was so great, he didn’t even notice when X finally finished his work and removed the knife. Kuai felt his face being forced forward again. He didn’t dare try to open his right eye, he could feel his flesh beginning to swell up, that entire part of his face still burning.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” X patted Kuai’s hair in a condescending manner.

Kuai hiccuped, his left eye welling up with tears. He tried to hold back, he refused to cry in front of this man the way he did as a child, but his body betrayed him completely. He began to brokenly sob, pulling on his restraints like that would help him.

“W-why?” Kuai got out between his cries. “Why are- are you st-still doing this?”

The camera was gone. There was no reason for X to still be torturing him. Why was he still going?

“Oh. I think I’ve given you the wrong impression here.” X’s hand tangled in Kuai’s short hair, yanking on it and causing him to yelp. “I do apologise, let me explain it to you more clearly.” X lent forward, until his eyes were directly in front of Kuai Liang’s. “You are never leaving here.”

Kuai’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

“The deal with my higher ups was that once your use to them had come to an end, that I get to keep you,” X explained, voice full of giddy glee like a child who’d been given a new toy.

“Keep me?” Kuai choked on his own spit, now feeling rage boil up. “I’m not a pet.”

“Oh, but I had the loveliest baby blue collar selected out for you.” X released his grip, hands going to Kuai’s tank top. He took the knife to the top of it, using it to start slicing through it. “You see, you are extremely fascinating Kuai Liang, even amongst others with your power set, you are so very unique. I would be a fool to let you walk away when I have the chance to really understand how you work.”

“Fuck you,” Kuai growled, teeth bared as X cut away the remains of his top.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” X slowly began to carve something into Kuai’s chest. A glance down revealed he was cutting in the same sort of pattern that’d be used to perform an autopsy. “I just want to study you. And well, if I have to tear you apart and put you back together to do that effectively? It’ll be worth it.”

The knife now dug into his stomach, like X intended to gut him right there and then. He could feel his entire body shudder, shaking his head vigorously. Fuck, god, this is a dream, just a really bad dream, please I want to wake up now away from all this. Please, fucking please… 

He felt the knife push deeper inside him, and it was enough to remind him this was all unfortunately, very very real.

Then, the room started to flash red, and a loud alarm blared.

Agent X immediately pulled away, and Kuai choked on his own breath from relief.

“What?” X hissed, but Kuai barely registered it between the ear piercing sound of the alarm and the sudden respite it had managed to bring. Right up until X was angling his head to look at him again. “We aren’t finished here. I’ll be back for you, Kuai Liang.”

And like that Agent X was at the door, practically running out of it. Kuai let his head slump down against his chest. The alarm had saved him for now, but he highly doubted it would last that long. His head was pounding, brain screaming at him to do something, to find some way to free himself and get out before X came back and ensured Kuai would never feel freedom again. But he was so tired, all energy had been sucked out of him. He closed his eye, hoping desperately that he’d just pass out and not have to endure anything more, at least for a little while.

His hopes were dashed when he heard the door open again, a set of footsteps slowly approaching him. He did not react, not even to open his eye, just sat in unease, awaiting those unwanted hands all over him. The footsteps stopped, and a hand touched his shoulder. He involuntarily let out a gasp, baring his teeth and bracing himself. The hand lingered, but there was nothing more.

“Sub Zero?” A voice asked, familiar and definitely not Agent X’s.

He opened his eye, turning his head as best he could to see who it was.

Staring down at him was Hanzo Hasashi.

What is he doing here? Hasashi’s face was blank as ever, a man so trained in hiding his emotions and yet there was a stiffness to his body that suggested he wasn’t happy with what he saw in front of him. There was no way he was actually worried about Kuai, it couldn’t be possible. The sickening thought was that he wasn’t actually here, just a hallucination Kuai’s exhausted mind had come up with to give him false hope.

He began to giggle brokenly to himself.

“Oh. I’ve gone insane, haven’t I?” He questioned between laughs, delirium taking hold and his head slumped back down. “Positively mad.”

The hand finally let go of his shoulder, reaching down to his wrist and he felt the strap being undone. He suddenly found he was able to move his right arm. Oh. 

“I’m quite real, I’m afraid,” Hasashi grumbled, bending across to undo the other strap, and then undoing the straps around his ankles. “Can you stand?”

Kuai had no idea, he highly doubted that he could, but decided he was going to try anyway. He pushed himself up onto his feet only for his knees to immediately buckle under his own weight and he went tumbling forward. He was caught by a pair of large arms, snaking around him, falling head first into Hasashi’s chest.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” Hasashi soothed, holding Kuai to his chest with one arm, while he hooked the other under Kuai���s knees and he effortlessly hauled him into a bridal carry. If Kuai was slightly more coherent, he might have made a comment about how easily he was being man handled but his body was feeling heavy in Hasashi’s arms.

The smell of cinders should not have been as comforting as it was in that moment, but Hasashi was warm and after everything he’d just been through it felt like being rescued by an angel. He closed his eye, letting himself be lulled into a peaceful state by the slow rocking of Hasashi’s arms as he began to walk.

Wait, aren’t I bleeding? He had no idea why that thought came to him, but his eye flicked open to find Hasashi’s yellow uniform stained with red.

“Sorry about the blood,” he slurred, closing his eye once more as he heard Hasashi give a somewhat bitter-sounding laugh.

“That is the least of my problems right now, believe me.”

Kuai could believe that, but he didn’t get the chance to say it, as finally his body and mind gave out on him, and his world faded to black.

When he woke up in a soft bed with warm sheets all over him, he was extremely confused. He could feel bandages all over his body, with one wrapped tightly around his head, particularly focused on the right side. He went to push himself to sit up, until his entire body protested the movement with an ache that burned right into his bones. He gave a pained whine, and instead tried to turn his head to look around. He was in a small room, it was decorated in a manor that he recognised as being traditionally Japanese in origin.

That might confirm that Hasashi wasn’t a hallucination or dream.

But the question of why he came to Kuai’s rescue remained.

The sound of a door sliding open caught his attention, and he turned his head to the opposite side of the room to see Hasashi standing in the doorway.

“You’re awake then,” Hasashi stated, sounding strangely reassured by that fact. “How do you feel?”

“Like I was hit by Shao Kahn’s hammer,” he admitted, once more struggling to try and sit up. Hasashi quickly made his way to his side, gently pushing him back down onto the bed.

“Try not to move too much. Your injuries are severe, you need to take it easy and rest.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “You are also extremely susceptible to infections right now, so we will need to keep a close eye on you. If anything feels wrong at any point, please tell us, even if it doesn’t seem significant.”

“I see.” Kuai agreed, although internally wondering who Hasashi meant by we. A glance around the room told him they were alone, and he hadn’t missed some other third party. He blinked, realising he still didn’t actually know where he was. “Where are we?”

“The Shirai Ryu fire gardens,” Hasashi answered and Kuai couldn’t help but frown. He didn’t want to ask the obvious question. As if he knew what Kuai was thinking, Hasashi mumbled, “I am re-building the Shirai Ryu.”

“Oh.” Good for you. He didn’t voice that thought, his input on such matters wouldn’t be appreciated. “Why did you rescue me?”

Hasashi was silent for a while as he looked away. What little Kuai could see of his face was that impassive blankness that Hasashi wore so well.

“The information they wanted from me had nothing to do with you. It was unfair and dishonourable of them to drag you into it.” That wasn’t the answer that Kuai was expecting, especially the part about it being dishonourable. It did make him curious just what exactly they had wanted to know. “And despite our past animosity, I don’t believe you deserve what they did to you.”

“Oh. Good.” He had no idea how to actually react to that. He guessed it was a good thing that Hasashi didn’t think Kuai deserved cold blooded torture or being kept as some sort of fucked up science experiment. He felt bile in the back of his throat, as the weight of that second part actually hit him. Hasashi would not have known that they wouldn’t have released him. “They weren’t going to release me. Even if you gave them the information, they intended to keep me there.”

Well, Agent X intended to keep him there, but it seemed like the entire agency was enabling his sadistic desires, so it was fair enough to say they were behind it.

Hasashi’s head snapped around to him, eyes wide at this news. There was a weird emotion in his eyes, something like guilt but that couldn’t possibly be it. Hasashi would have had no way to know what was going to happen, given that plan had only been revealed after the camera had been taken away.

“Just before you got there, that… Agent X guy, or whatever the fuck stupid ass name he gave himself.” Kuai could feel his eyes stinging, the humiliation at the thought of being so weak as to end up in that position. “I- He told me he was planning to keep me and… study me or something. I- Just- I-“

He remembered those hands gripping him so tightly, the pressure on his thighs, knife cutting into his face, his shirt being torn away. The condescending way X spoke to him. Kuai began to struggle to breathe. Had the thing about the collar just been a way of taunting him, or had X been serious? Kuai could see it going either way and that thought made him want to throw up.

I- I can’t breathe! 

“Shh, Sub Zero,” Hasashi’s deep voice cut in through his hyperventilation. A gentle hand cradled his face. Hasashi looked at him far kinder than he’d ever seen before, not just at him but at anyone. “You are safe now.”

Kuai tried to slow his breathing, gulping back the lump in his throat. His body was quaking still, but his breathing was starting to get under control.

“I-I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure why he was apologising. “I- it just hit me and- I- I-“

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Hasashi reassured him. “I understand that this entire ordeal has been traumatic for you. None of this is your fault.” He clenched his fist and a small amount of flame emerged around it. “Believe me, they will not get away with what they have done to you.”

That was odd, but Kuai quickly decided that it wasn’t for his sake. It was more likely that whoever this group of people were, they had used underhanded and disgraceful methods to get what they wanted out of Hasashi. Or at least, that’s the only way it made sense in Kuai’s head. He just couldn’t tell what was happening anymore, his head hurt as much as the rest of his body.

“I should let you get rest,” Hasashi quickly declared, pushing himself up off the bed. “I will be back to check on you later.”

“Right,” Kuai agreed, watching as his saviour walked off towards the doorway. “Um… Thank you.”

“Try to get some sleep,” Hanzo advised, briefly turning around to offer a small smile and nod.

Then, he was leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. With nothing left to do, Kuai closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him once more.

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[hurtthemgently]

The thief

Masterlist

Cw: waking up in a cell, reference to past torture, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, non con drugging, non con touching, language, restraints, interrogation, bad after effects

The ache under Enver’s ribs was what pulled him from sleep. It felt exactly like that time he’d been stabbed, down to the itchy sutures.

Wait.

There weren’t sutures on his torso earlier. Nor were there any on his shoulders and back…

and this bed is unfamiliar.

This room is unfamiliar. The door was flush to the stone, and.. no handle. Just a solid metal plate screwed in over where a handle should be.

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Light shined in through a window with two bars, the gaps too small to fit through.

The only furnishings were the single cot, and lush vines that had grown around the room, in from the window. He didn’t see any flowers, but plenty of buds about to bloom.

That floramancer… he remembered running, their flash of a smile, being cornered.. Stars above.. that person trapped in the cave. He’d had roots growing out of him-

No.

Enver had been caught before, thats why he always made sure the guild knew where he was. They’d come for him, and they’d overpower this mage. They always protected their assets.

He just had to wait out this confinement.

The first thing he needed to do was asses his wounds. He couldn’t go along with whatever escape if he was too injured to run or climb.

He checked his side first, where he’d fallen on his knife- stars that’s embarrassing just thinking about it. The stitches were perfect. The last time he’d been stabbed, he’d been dragged to a cell and given haphazard staples over the wound. The ragged scar still ached sometimes. This new wound probably wouldn’t scar at all, if it did it’d be a thin one, barely visible.

Unsure if this was a good sign or not, he moved on to check the deep scratches along his shoulders and back. Those hurt more, the lighter ones stinging while the deeper ones ached nearly as bad as the stab wound.

He felt the same methodical stitches along the deeper cuts, and some kind of gel that made his fingers numb. The fact that he was being treated so well… this should have been reassuring. But that smile. Something about the mage was off putting.

Trying to stand proved difficult. He groaned as his shoulders stretched, and stumbled to his feet. Pacing the room, he tested to feel the extent of the injuries. It hurt, but he’ll probably recover. A few minutes of pacing and he was already bored.

Okay he just needed to stay still and focus. He sat on the cot and closed his eyes, letting the world fade around him. He knew how to pass time. Just go blank, and let everything go by without an impression.

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“Wakey wakey!” A hand patted Enver’s cheek. He caught their wrist in an instant, baring his teeth at his captor. Without a ribbon, his dark blue hair swept in front of his nose, and he brushed it out of the way.

The amusement never left their eyes. “I have a few questions. Are you going to be difficult?”

“I’m not telling you anything.” He pushed them against the wall, intending to break their wrist. Immediately vines wrapped around his arms, and he was yanked away, falling hard on his back.

“You will, eventually.” Dark purple flowers bloomed around his face, the pollen smelled sharp and bitter. It made him lightheaded, and he thrashed to get out of the hold. They had even wrapped around his horns, a vice holding his head in place.

He struggled against the fog settling in his mind, wreathing everything in a haze.

“Who sent you?” They tilted his chin to look into his eyes.

“The high king of- aah.” he gritted his teeth against the pleasant drug, “the high king of go fuck yourself.”

“This’ll go on for as long as you let it. I have the antidote right here in this vial, talk, and it’s yours.” They sat on the cot, while Enver struggled on the floor. They swirled their fingers in the air, willing more flowers to bloom. The more drug that got in his system, the faster the effects would switch.

Before long he relaxed, eyelashes fluttering to obscure silvery irises. He blinked up at them, a glare crossing his face. The drug was doing its job. Another second and his expression went lax, changing to a content blankness. They loosened the vines at his wrists, allowing him to pull a flower to his nose.

“Who sent you?”

“like I would ever tell you.” He sat up and smirked at them, leaning to stick his chin out as the sentence went on. He could barely keep his eyes open, and was almost laughing.

They smiled back, knowing the next stage of the drug would likely change his mind. A battle of wills, but they had the advantage of not being drugged. Now to wait.

The shift was subtle.

A flicker of uncertainty. A squint of suspicion. His shoulders tensed ever so slightly. Before long he had most of his facilities back, and tried to overpower them again. This time they just stepped out of the way, letting out a small laugh as he fell to the floor.

Seeming to realize that trying to fight was useless, he shot a glare at them. Even with his breathing quickening, he maintained a tense expression, refusing to give in to fear. For a second, he closed his eyes, brow furrowed in pain, before settling back into glaring.

As the effects built up, his facade of anger broke, and he gasped, turning his head away. His sharp teeth were bared in agony, as he held back cries. He shook with the effort of not making pained whimpers.

He couldn’t focus on anything besides not crying, he wouldn’t cry, no matter how bad it got, he wouldn’t cry.

Briar tilted his chin up to see his eyes closed tightly, mouth open in silent cries. He let out a small gasp when they grabbed his hair tightly. They could see the pain etched into his features, just a quarter-hour after the switch had reduced him to near tears.

He was breathing heavy, and he tried to steady his movements, focusing on what he could control to block out the pain.

They wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Awe, hurts doesn’t it?” They ran their fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair, smiling when he pulled away from their touch.

“Antidotes right here. Just tell me who sent you.” They shook the vial in front of his face, pulling it away when he reached up.

“You’ll— agh- have to do- better than this.” Sparks danced at his vision. “I’m not— hnnggg-”

He threw his head back, keening. When the wave passed, he let his hair hang in front of his face, the dark blue locks damp with sweat.

“I’m not sayin- shit.” His voice was hoarse now, and he propped himself up on both hands. He could tell the effects had reached their height already, and now were fading. He took a shaky breath, balancing back on his feet.

They didn’t look upset or frustrated, at his resistance. Only intrigued. The vines took his arms and horns in another hold, and they dabbed a cloth at his hairline.

“Looks like I’m going to have to do better. You wait right here, I think I’ve got something you’ll absolutely love.”

They skipped from the room, locking the door behind them. Enver wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He found himself shaking with sobs.

[greatnessordeath]

villain Deku x !femreader

PART 2

3.3 k words Part 1 if you missed it or read on ao3 Happy Halloween everyone!

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You can’t put into words how pissed you are. It sucks. SO FUCKING HARD. 

Urgh, why’s he always five steps ahead of you? 

Is he so outragingly smart or are you just predictably dumb? It’s maddening. You can’t stop thinking about what happened. Burning hot anger eats at your gut, gnaws at your insides and makes you grind your teeth too harshly. There's no way you could've foreseen that he’d be immune to the suppressor. Or that he would actually … dare to kiss you.

Your lips tingle at the thought. Wait - they what? TINGLE? Sorry, but no. They at the very most feel alien after Deku had the audacity to claim them. Additional disgust creeps up your throat at the thought of his spit inside of you. You try to shake it off and stay focused. The special unit must arrive soon. Despite your effort, the following minutes passed in a haze: rejoining with the special unit, exchanging infos, reporting and post-processing what happened. The helicopter unit kept searching but all they transmitted via radio was 'negative'. They didn’t find anything. Not a single hint. He was gone like the last bit of hope.

You’ve been dead on your feet for almost 24 hours by now and the adrenaline that kept you going starts to fade. At this point, you feel only bitter disappointment.

Already brooding how to nab him the next time you stare out of the tinted window of a special rescue van. The others on the scene practically shoved you in there to treat your injuries. Chewing your bottom lip, you don’t want to talk at all. You just can’t stand the presence of other humans right now. Their pitying looks make you sick. 

It was only topped by a compassionate shoulder squeeze from a young paramedic. “Don’t,” you growl and do your best to stare them down. Taken aback, they carry on to regenerate your wrists mumbling an apology. You condone it silently. Urgh, you don't want to be rude, but it's already stressful not to scream at them to mind their own business.

Prickling warmth spreads in your arms due to the accelerated metabolism. Your cells reunite and multiply in a blazingly fast tempo. The bones come together with a snap and the swelling sets back in seconds. You say your biddings to the distressed-looking paramedic to get out of there asap. They keep on telling you what movements to avoid et cetera, but as soon as they’re finished with the bandage, you storm out into the chilly night, without another word.

Breathing in the crisp air helps you ground. You take out your notepad to scribble down anything that might get lost in oblivion. Your wrists still hurt, but it could be worse.

The blank page stares back at you mockingly. Where should you start? Your brain feels like it was smoothly mixed in a high-speed blender. Your hands shake and fail to write out any words. Breathe.  Concentrate. Go back in time. Remember him. How he moved. What he said. How he looked and smelled and tasted.

Sweet.

Snap! You break the pencil you're holding in half. White knuckles under your bandaged fists let hot pain mount in your throat. “Hey, you okay?”, someone asks with a voice, heavy with concern. You give the person quick side eyes, to see if you could fob them off. Well, no - it was Naomasa Tsukauchi, Chief of Operations. The tall man with short dark hair had the friendly eyes of an elementary school teacher. They contrasted with the - you assume - unintended five o’clock shadow around his jaw. “Yes,” you breathe through gritted teeth. “I'm glad to hea—”

“Oh, please spare me. He got away.” You admitted salty.

“I know…” Your hands clench to fists again as you try to swallow your agitation, not aware that Tsukauchi tried to make eye contact.

“Uhhh listen, I think you should take a few days off after tonight.” He smiled benevolently.

The meaning of the sentence hits you like a truck. “What? No! WHAT? You — you can’t be serious.” You stutter unbelieving.

“Listen, —” “No! What about Deku? l—” "Listen, I already have a substitute.” You must be caught in a very bad nightmare. Desperately trying to take a grasp on reality, you blurt out “Who?” An awfully sinister feeling spreads across your body and your eyes narrow to slits. “It’s not Monoma, isn’t it?” … He tried to keep his expression treacherously neutral while yours screwed up. “God, nooooo. No, no, no. Not him!”

You can see him getting tired of your respectless behavior, because his brows knit like a range of mountains. “Silence now! He will do it, no matter how much you brag. It’s a done deal.” “You can’t do that to me! He’s such a di—” “Decisive and capable colleague. I’m sure that’s what you wanted to say, right?” His dark eyes were dangerously hard as he tried to stare you down. “Nevermind, I’m just gonna kill him myself. Just let me—” “L/N! You're going too far! This isn't fun anymore!” “It wasn't meant to be funny. I’m dead serious. I am the only one who can keep up with this green haired maniac and you know it!” “Exactly! That's why I don't want you to get carried away!” He huffed and crossed his massive arms. “You need a break.” “But we’ll lose him! We can take a break when he’s finally arrested!” “No arguing anymore. You’re already way too invested in this!” “But—” “No more buts,” he barked, slowly losing his temper, which never ever happened before. He massaged his temples and took an audible breath. “You’re human. You’re supposed to have a life. I don’t know! Sleep in, visit your family or go watch a movie with friends! You get three days off! That’s an order!” “NO, you cannot—” “Since I am your Boss, YES I CAN!” You opened your mouth to insist, but he cuts in before you can say anything. “Four days!" “Please, just let me—” “FIVE DAYS! And I’m begging you to shut up! You're making it worse.” You want to explode and blow the whole world up like Dynamight. But there was no space for negotiation without earning yourself more consequences. “You finally finished?” He snapped furiously and ran fingers through his hair. “Thank God.” It took you all what was left to bite your tongue. Your crimson face burns due to this despotism. “Fine. After that, you can come back and continue sleeping in the office. I don’t care! You hear me? But for 120 hours I don’t want to witness a single peep coming from you. No calls, no e-mails, no snooping around in the office, no contact at all to coworkers. I will know. Look at me!” You stoically lift your gaze to his agitated face. You never witnessed him act so out of frame. “Are we clear?” “Yes, Sir,” you pressed between pursed lips. “Good. I will see you again on Monday.” 

And he was gone. You want to scream until your lungs give out.

—

Getting forced days off was the worst. The absolute WORST.  It was even worse than nearly arresting Deku. You don’t want to stop. It felt like watching him run further away from you, just in time when you were close enough to stretch out a hand and finally touch him. It was like the desperate attempt to catch smoke with bare hands. In a way, you’re now absolutely empty. Useless. Deprived by the only thing that gave your life meaning, the one thing you were really good at. Your stomach twists and you want to throw up. Except there’s nothing to emit but fire and brimstone.

You are absolutely exhausted, by all means. Yet you’re burning with determination. 

Nothing could change that. Ye, a setback sucked. But it was not in the slightest a reasonable excuse for giving up. You simply gotta work harder, sink your teeth deeper and never ever let go. You must become like his shadow. Inseparable. No matter how intricate it might be to dig deeper and chase down the tiniest evidence, somehow, you will manage to find him. You always did and you always will. But for today, he slipped you. Not only that, but in a way that was... personal.

He made it personal by crossing a line. 

—

If you’re about to be at home for five days, you need to buy some food. So you speed run the groceries and finally find yourself in front of the fruits. You want to grab some apples, but some rando bumps into you so you drop the packaging and they spill on the floor. 

“Fuck!” you swear. In the corner of your eye you see a hooded figure hurrying away. “Yeah, better get away before I forget myself.” You vent in a low tone to yourself and huff because everybody was an asshole these days. The apples for sure will have pressure marks, but you don’t care anymore. You throw them into your shopper basket and breathe in the smell of juicy granny smiths. Wait. What is that feeling? No, not a feeling but a …scent? Your eyes cling to the apples. You bend down to sniff them again out of sheer instinct. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but something definitely feels off.

Familiarity. That's what you sense.  But regarding your lifestyle in the office where you practically live from take out and instant noodles, you haven’t eaten fresh apples for an eternity. Where’s the sense in that? Maybe you did hit your head too hard and Tsukauchi was right. Nahhh, you’re fine. At least that’s what you tell yourself, because the uneasy feeling scratches the back of your brain all the way home. 

—

Steaming hot water runs down your hematoma strewn curves. You can’t remember what the paramedic said about showering with the bandages, but you couldn’t care less. You need to wash away the feeling of Deku’s hands on your skin. The memory of the kiss haunts you whenever you close your eyes. The feeling on your split lip is too present, still too fresh in your mind. No matter how much you try to scrub it off, the feel of him sucking and biting your lip won’t go away. Neither won’t the unholy sensation of how he pulled you close against his body and how you rubbed against him.   It wasn’t like you felt dirty or used. No, you felt betrayed. You’re angry that he’d mustered the audacity to claim you without permission. …

Your pussy clenched at the thought of consensually being claimed by Izuku Midoriya. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You brace yourself against the tiles with both hands and let water run down your neck. This must be it. You finally arrived at rock bottom.

… Nonsense. Hasn't there always been a hint of tension? If you look back real honest, yes. The door existed, deep down, where the light never shines, but you didn’t even dare to look at it, let alone open it. You sure as hell tried to push it to the back of your mind, but it's obviously kinda hard when he moans in your mouth like it was all he ever wanted.

So, should you feel ashamed for admitting you’re horny? Well, purely being horny or being horny because of the most wanted criminal throughout Honshu was clearly not the same. Fuck. You rub your skin dry too forcefully and brush your teeth unnecessarily violently. 

As you lay down in bed, you’re shredded. You’re incredibly tired, but toss and turn restlessly as if you just downed a gallon of coffee. Deku was all you could think of. Day and night. This can’t be healthy. And you definitely won’t let yourself thirst over him. It will give him some kind of power over you. You’ve no idea how, but you’re sure he would know. Somehow he always knows things he can’t… After another fruitless thirty minutes have passed, you pull open a drawer of your nightstand and down a valerian pill. Hopefully this helps, you think and roll around again. Eventually, you fall into an uneasy doze.

You’re running breathless through the dark streets of Naruhata, a blurred silhouette upon your heels. You take sharp turns but there’s nowhere to hide in the deserted streets. Everything looks gray and abandoned. The buildings appear bigger than usual and make you feel extra small. Hastily, you dash around the next corner just to find a dead end ahead of you. “Y/N… “ The thing cries out. It has Dekus voice. You’re winded and look back just to see the wrath in the bloody creature's eyes. If you were to describe it, you’d say it looks similar to Venom from the Marvel comics. But instead of black, its body is clad in forest green. The long curly tongue is covered in saliva and lashes out to grab you. You can’t dodge and in another second you’re dragged towards the scary emerald creature. No, no, no!You kick around and rip your nails to the ground, but there’s no get away. Instinctively, you squint your eyes shut as you bear down to its foaming mouth, but when you abruptly fall oh so soft, you tear them open in surprise. You’re suddenly in a king size bed surrounded by a transparent curtain. You can vaguely make out red rose petals that lay scattered on the floor. The small room is dimly lit by a bunch of white candles in every corner. You look down your own body to find yourself in a scandalous revealing, silky negligee. The lacy hem shrouds only just your crotch and exposes your legs. You cover yourself with bare arms, but his terrifying smooth voice echoes again.“Will you be a good girl for me now?”You turn around to see a familiar silhouette behind the curtain.You want to scream, but no tone leaves your lips. You grab your sore throat, but you’re muted, doomed to implied engagement. The way he chuckles so charming confirms your darkest fear. It’s definitely Deku. He starts to unbutton his white shirt while watching you squirm with a confident smirk. “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun together.” You’re feeling nauseous as you watch the daring relief of his trained chest when he pulls out of the shirt. “I will make you cum so hard, babe.” You’re shaking your head exceedingly, voice still cracked and soundless. He undoes his belt, as you desperately begin to crouch backwards. Just away from him! “Where are you going, sweetheart? You can’t escape me.”His shoulders dance up and down while he laughs at your pathetic endeavor.

"It’s sweet how you’re playing hard to get. I can work with that."

No matter how hard you try, the distance you so desperately tried to extend, won’t grow by a bloody inch. Dammit, how big is this fucking mattress, you think to yourself whilst picking up more and more tempo sliding backwards.

“I can be anything you need me to be.” His voice is so endearing like a siren's call that resonates with your deepest physical longing.  Noooo, wrong, mistake, incorrect, awry, false - every cell in your body rebels against his intoxicating affinity.

You hold your breath as he unzips his pants and your heart thrums deafeningly loud. 

You want to avert your gaze, but it's like your eyes are magically glued to his crotch. The v line and the trail of dark hair leads your eyes downwards to his open fly. You bite your lip as traitorous heat pools in your core. Goosebumps erupt on your skin as you watch him slowly strip off his pants.

He's got the juiciest thighs, but it's the contents of Pandora's boxers that peak your interest. He pushes the veil aside and his appeal blooms in full sharpness. “I bet you can’t wait to choke on my cock, bunny.”Your cheeks burn like fire. The mattress dips from his weight, as he crawls towards you, catching your shifty eyes. The leafy green of his iris has a frightening undertone of reptile yellow. 

In the spur of the moment, you shut your eyes defensively - the only way to escape him. At least you thought so, but the scene continues in your mind's eye. He’s right in front of you at an arm’s length, growling like a predator eye to eye with his prey. “Come here!!!”You scream and shield yourself with your hands!

BANG!

You drop out of bed. Panting like crazy, you lie on the floor of your own apartment. You look around frightened and realize that it was just a nightmare. You’re in your usual big size T-Shirt which is soaked in sweat. Rubbing your eyes, you pick yourself up from the floor and storm towards the window. You rip it open to breathe fresh air and calm your heated mood. That shit was intense. The image of Deku charging at you with a gaping mouth and wide eyes is a view that will haunt you for ages. And…  so much for not letting yourself thirst over Deku. Tch… thanks subconscious! You must calm down. You needed to support your aching head and plucked up a hand. It took you several minutes to get a grip on yourself. The green haired lunatic spooked through your thoughts for far too long. Maybe you should make an appointment with your therapist. You fetch yourself a cigarette with trembling hands and greedily inhale the hellish stuff. You need another one to perceive a soothing effect at all. You watch the indigo night sky draped with heavy gray clouds. They swallow the orange light of the street lamps below and a few pigeons cut through the night. You need to wash the sweat from your face and shuffle towards the bathroom. You don’t even turn on the light, because you know the apartment by heart. Finished with your needs and changed into a new shirt, you close the window and snuggle up under the blanket once more. Your lids are heavy and the warmth of the bed is beyond cozy. You’re about to drift off, as you hear the floor creak. In the blink of an eye, you grab the 45 and switch on the nightlight. There’s nothing extraordinary, except a faint noise coming from the kitchen. You’re living alone, what the… ? You swallow and get out of bed without a creak, holding the gun with both hands. You tiptoe along the hallway towards the kitchen. You stand around the corner of the room, pressed against the wall for cover and perk up your ears. It sounds like … chewing? You take a last deep breath and step up to the intruder. When your eyes catch sight of the unmistakable green thatch, the blood freezes in your veins. Deku stands in the middle of your kitchen and bites into a granny smith with relish, so that the juice runs down his chin. “How do you know these are my favorites?” He asks with a wink and an innocent smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.