#i also don’t like that she calls me sis. i find it weird and off putting. your kids are both older than me.. i know factually you Are

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My sister messaged me

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After almost four months of working for Simon, you take a maternity leave... and your feelings for him start to bubble up

Simon bumps into you, a troubled woman whose boyfriend kicked her out after he found out she's pregnant

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He holds you, gently rubbing your back as your stomach heaves and you throw up your lunch. You're in your third trimester and it’s been hell for you. 

You sob onto his chest while clinging to him, from the agonizing pain in your abdomen and the unbearable nausea. 

“Shh, it’s ok, luvie. I've got you.” he coos, holding you tighter and cradling your head against his chest as you bawl your eyes out. 

Even though your mind is somewhat dazed, your heart still flutters at the nickname. 

In almost four months of working as his assistant, you slowly drifted closer and closer to each other.

But you still don't know if you'd call yourselves friends or not, it's something more, yet less than what you wish to be.

After a few minutes spent on the bathroom floor in his office, you finally calm down a bit. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can work like this.” you apologize sheepishly while looking up at him through glossy eyes, still in his arms. 

“That’s fine. You'll be on leave until you’re ready.” he says, looking back at you through hooded eyes. 

“Really? There's no problem with that?” 

“Yeah. It's ok. We'll get a substitute for now. The leave is with pay of course so no worries about money problems.” he responds and you throw your arms around him happily and hug him as well as you can with your swollen tummy, “Oh, Simon! Thank you so much.” 

“ ‘s nothin’.” he replies while hugging you back. 

“You can come stay with me, you know?” he mentions as he pulls away to look at you, your hair disheveled and your eyes puffy and red while sitting on the bathroom floor after throwing up for nearly half an hour, but oh how he still adores you... in this state... or in any state to be honest. 

“Are you sure?” you whisper, throat too hoarse to speak any louder. 

“I’m sure.” he replies sternly with a nod and you gaze into his eyes gratefully. 

“I’ll help you pack up.” he adds, taking your silence and the look you just gave him as a yes. 

“Thank you.” you say and try to get up, but fail miserably with your huge belly and utter exhaustion. 

He gets up first and helps you up, “Careful, luv.” he murmurs as you stumble a bit, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady. 

He helps you gather your stuff and carefully walks you to his car to drop you off at his place, his hand finding your waist and the other one holding yours.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be fine alone?” he asks with concern as he pulls up into his driveway. 

“Yes, I'm gonna be fine for a few hours. In fact, I'm gonna take a nap.” you respond reassuringly with a smile. 

“Take care, luv.” he smiles and you wave goodbye. 

He leaves as you step inside the house and close the door. 

You lean against the door and let out a squeal and giggle like a schoolgirl. 

And you don’t even know why. Is it the hormones? Is it him? 

It’s been a while since he’s making you feel some type of way. 

You settle on the couch to take a nap, not wanting to take up his bed even though you know he wouldn’t mind. But still, it feels like an invasion of his privacy. 

You don’t get much sleep as your mind and heart are encompassed by him. 

You keep tossing and turning. For hours. Even though you’re utterly exhausted. 

Until he returns home and walks over to you, “Hey... why didn't you sleep on the bed?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“Well, I didn’t really sleep at all.” you mumble as you try to get up, looking at him over the back of the couch.

“Why? You ok?” he asks with a concerned look etched on his face as he helps you sit up on the couch and he sits beside you. 

“I’m fine, Si. It's just that... the hormones are making me feel weird is all.” you ramble, not really knowing how to answer him, also using the nickname which he insisted on you using. It just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Do you need to go to the doctor?” he questions further, worry creeping up on him. 

“No. It's fine. I'll take some pills and try to get some sleep. Don't worry.” you try to play it cool and shrug it off.

He gently carries you to bed and brings your meds, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing them to you with a glass of water. 

“Get some rest, luv. I'll make you something to eat.” he mutters while tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you lie down, eyes locked onto one another, making your heart skip a beat.

You let out a sigh and shut your eyes after he leaves, in hopes of getting even a little bit of much-needed sleep.

[imsparky2002]

Barbie in the Nutcracker: First Thoughts

The following is my thoughts while watching this for the first time.

Credits look awful. Still, it’s 2001 and this is the first installment so I’ll give it a pass.

Only know the basic Nutcracker song and theme but nice that it uses an orchestra

Barbie herself doesn’t look too bad but her little sis… yikes.

Kinda weird to see these dolls moving like mocap performers.

Heh! Barbie’s voice actor has the same name as her little sister.

Kelly very clearly sounds like an adult woman trying to do a kiddish voice.

Lipsyncing is odd, looks more like generic flapping.

Surprisingly decent snow effects.

I’m assuming Clara’s parents are either dead or abandoned them. Or they could also just be on vacation.

Is it wrong that I find Grandpa cute? Gives off a very distinguished vibe. Especially that voice.

They call gingerbread houses “christmas boxes”? That’s… interesting.

Kinda wish they gave Clara a different voice from Barbie, or at the very least a different hairstyle.

The lighting is actually pretty good! Nice warm hues, makes me feel like I’m at a cozy inn.

Her little brother looks like the kids who played Fortnite and would tease me in high school. Of course his name is fuckin’ Tommy.

This CGI is reminding me of early PS2 cutscenes.

Aunt Drosselmayer’s got that 90’s Leo DiCaprio/Hugh Grant parting in her hair. Bleh.

Why is Clara the only blonde in the family?

Ooh! We’ve got some family drama between Auntie and Grandpa. This is getting juicy.

Elizabeth is giving me confident bisexual vibes with the voice and manner of movement. Bet you that’s why Grandpa doesn’t trust her.

Looking at the wiki I just found out that Trixie’s VA voices the Aunt, Starlight’s VA is Barbie and Cadence’s VA is one of the kids! Must be a Canadian production.

I will never not find the word “nutcracker” to be hilarious.

Clara, why tf are you fighting over a toy with your lil brother? You’re like… 17? 18? I dunno but it’s way too old.

Seriously they gave Tommy the most punchable face ever. Not that I’d ever punch a kid but I can see why other kids his age would deck him.

Magic shenanigans are ensuing.

I like the medeival look of the rats. The CGI actually fits them well.

Clara wakes up to see an anthropomorphic warrior rat right next to her eating something and is just like “goddamn it, git ya varmint!” I love it.

Oh, she thinks she’s dreaming. That makes sense to why she’s so calm.

Hmm… I feel like the Rat King should look a bit more evil, and larger as well. Still, TIM CURRY! I’m gonna LOVE this.

Woah! We’re getting a fight scene! A swordfighting scene to be exact!

Oooh the Rat King’s magic and can shapeshift his weapon. That’s metal AF.

Tim Curry putting everything into his performance as usual.

I’m kinda surprised we’re already getting a Nutcracker-Rat King battle. I’d have thought they’d save that sorta thing until the third act.

Did they really have to change it to Sugarplum Princess? Fairy just sounds more powerful.

Wow! This snowy cave is beautiful! Something out of a classic painting.

EWWW THESE LIL SNOW FAIRIES LOOK DISGUSTING!

Did this nutfucker not realize that an icy fortress would have ice for the walls?

The fairies doing ballet looks weird because they have nothing to stand on.

Please don’t tell me the small fairy is staying, I hate her.

Dance is currently reminding me of Fantasia.

“The fairies probably went off to make a blizzard somewhere”. The way he said that nonchalantly had me cackling.

The effect of Clara’s footsteps turning into flowers is beautiful.

Pimm sounds like he’s an absolute troll online. Also gives me Psychicpebbles vibes (though I know it’s not him).

Wow the Rat King is a straight up genocider.

Why do all the kids look like Kelly?

OH DEAR GOD THAT LITTLE BOY LOOKS HORRIFYING.

Wait Prince Eric? Are they legally allowed to call him that? We all know how much Disney loves copyrights.

Man these kids are little shits and their outfits are gagworthy.

Major Mint definitely got a big personality, and the voice actor does a good job with it.

Ok Mint is hilarious and is so far the best part of the movie.

Nice to see some Asian rep with Captain Candy.

Wow, Rat King turns his failed employees into stone. Dark!

The zoom in on the Rat King as he says “that’s it?” made me giggle.

Thomas Astruc looked at the Rock Golem and got his first idea for an akuma.

Wait how the hell does Clara know that the Nutcracker is Prince Eric? I mean I already assumed because of the plot of the original ballet, but how does she know?!

The bridge scene gives me the willies, since I’m afraid of heights.

Wow this flower fairy is the only kid-looking character that has a decent design.

Didn’t expect a song to be interrupted by an enemy.

Lol, the Major’s monocle falls off as he sees the giant.

Glad to see the fairies serve a purpose other than dancing. Kick that giant’s ass!

Captain Candy’s a better man than Mint, as he actually makes sure that he gets saved.

Once again, the island is beautiful! Reminds me of Oz with the colored roads.

Ooh clever! At first I thought the castle’s backdrop looked really fake but I just factored it was because it’s 2001 CGI. But it was actually a trap!

Nice we see a test of Clara’s character that she passed.

The invisble hand touching Clara’s hand is actually making me feel kinda teary-eyed internally.

The Rat King definitely has a Napoleon complex.

Loving the character arc for Nutcracker with his final duel.

Ah! So now the Rat King is growing. Fits for the climax.

Huh… Prince Eric looks more like Jimmy Pesto than a prince.

Lol Major Mint realizes he’s been shittalking the prince.

Huh, so Clara’s the princess? I guess it sorta makes sense since it’s her dream.

For those princes out there who are hated by the public, all ya gotta do is fight a giant mouse.

Mint and Candy got the moves! Best dancers of the entire movie.

The final dance between Eric and Clara is absolutely gorgeous.

The villain was taken down by a snowball… I love it.

God Kelly Sheridan and Kirby Morrow really put everything into the scene where Clara disappears.

Lol Kelly’s Canana accent shows up when she says “It’s not a story”.

“What’s all this foolishness about mice kings and bats, Clara? Enough of your womenly hysteria! Time for a lobotomy!” Grandpa, basically.

Actually now that he’s in a suit, Eric looks a lot hotter.

I’m surprised Barbie’s little sister had the attention span to listen to a 1 hour story.

I'll be making a full review of the film soon. Let me know thoughts in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[shinagawa-division]

The Spider and The Butterfly Wedding (Shinomiya Voicelines Ver.)

— Malphas

“Today’s finally the day, huh?…I still can’t believe it, never in my life did I think I would find myself here, actually settling down and with A.D.A. no less, ha, I bet if my past self saw me now he’d short-circuit to the point of rebooting. But I wouldn’t change a single thing, I’ve got no regrets.”

(To Aiko) “Happy Birthday, lil sis. I still feel a little bad that we’re missing out on your birthday but seeing all excited, I guess it’s worth it, thanks for helping us plan the whole thing, you were a huge help. Just try not to crash, okay? A.D.A.’s still gonna need her maid of honor at her side.”

(To Seizou) “You look adorable, Sei, Aiko’s done a good job dressing you up, so, are you excited?…I’ll take that as a yes. I really appreciate you doing this for me, little brother, I know you’ll do a good job out there.”

(To A.R.K.) “Never thought I’d live to see you in a suit, A.R.K. I gotta admit, you clean up nicely. It’s weird to think that we’re going to be brothers in a few hours but hey, weirder shit has happened with us before.”

(To A.M.U.) “Aw, well don’t you look pretty, A.M.U. Your flower basket matching with Seizou’s ring pillow is a nice touch, you don’t have to convince me you’re excited, don’t worry, I can already tell.”

(To A.D.A.) “To be honest, I never gave much thought about love and romance, I was and still am a weapon, and weapons don’t love. I was fine with that, more than fine with that…until a pretty little butterfly flew my way and suddenly everything got…brighter and now it seems I can’t do anything but to love you. It still doesn’t feel real but looking at you now…I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful, A.D.A., my precious butterfly, my beautiful wife, I still can’t believe you actually want to be with me but I promise I’ll spend the rest of eternity loving you with everything in my programming.”

— Aiko

“Alright, this is it! Everything we’ve been working on has lead up to this moment, everyone! Let’s make this wedding go off without a hitch, for big brother and big sis!”

(To Malphas) “BIG BROTHER!! You look so handsome! Also today’s finally the day!! You’re getting married to Big Sis A.D.A!! This is the best birthday ever! I’m really happy for you, big bro! You and big sis A.D.A. make a really cute couple and I know how happy she makes you, I wish you both all the happiness in the world!”

(To Seizou) “Sei-chaaaaaaan! You look so adorable! C’mon, give me a biiiiiig smile!…Oh well, don’t worry, you’ll get there! Just a little more practice! Now, hold the pillow firmly but gently, you don’t wanna squish it but we also can’t let the rings go falling out, you’re gonna do just fine! I believe in you!”

(To A.D.A.) *gasps and squeals* “Big Sis! You look so pretty!! Soooo, are you excited? Are you? Are you?! You get to marry my big brother and we can become sisters for real!! But also…thank you, for making my big brother happy, he doesn’t think so but I believe he’s deserving of love and you’re the perfect person to give it to him.”

(To A.R.K.) “Hehehe, you look really good A.R.K.! Or should I call you, big brother A.R.K. now? After all, we’re all gonna be one big family now! It’s so exciting so have so many siblings!”

(To A.M.U.) “A.M.U.-chan, you look sooo pretty!! You and Sei-chan are gonna look so cute walking down the aisle! Now if only we can you both to smile without it looking unnatural, oh well, it’s fine, that’s what we love about you two.”

— Seizou

“Ah…Nii-sama is getting married today, Seizou does not fully understand the concept of marriage but Seizou will make sure be on his best behavior and do his tasks efficiently.”

(To Malphas) “Nii-sama…the most proper response is to tell you for such occasions like these is “Congratulations” so congratulations, Seizou will make sure to perform his duties with the upmost diligence.”

(To Aiko) “Nee-sama, thank you for the compliments, Seizou is glad he is able to please you. However, please refrain from constricting Seizou so tightly, it would be inappropriate for Seizou to show up disheveled.”

(To A.M.U.) “A.M.U.-chan, everyone appears to be in high levels of excitement, it…looks nice, Sei-…I want to reach that level of excitement one day, let’s do our best together, for both Nii-sama and A.D.A.-neesama.”

(To A.D.A.) “A.D.A.-neesama, Seizou thinks you look very pretty, Seizou believes that the chance of this event being a success is at a 100%, Seizou also believes that the chance of Nii-sama being attracted to you should he see you will increase by tenfold.”

(To A.R.K.) “A.R.K.-sama, Seizou wants to express gratitude for the combat lessons, now should anyone attempt to disrupt the event, Seizou will be equipped to efficiently neutralize the threat.”

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Return of the Lord of Bloodshed

A/N: When I heard they were making a Cassian Appreciation Week I was literally jumping with joy. My favorite Illryian boy is getting his own week! AWESOME! I’m so happy for him. This is technically for Day #6 which is Lord of Bloodshed. This took 4 hours to write. Anyway, you wanna know why he earned that title? Yeah, me too!

@cassianappreciationweek

Summary: Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora (Nessian’s first daughters) had just finished a scouting mission for the Night Court. However it all takes a tumble when Cassandra is reported captured. What is Cassian to do when he finds out his little girl is lost?

“Cassandra? Cassandra!?” Nora desperately tried to call her eldest sister on the comm link placed in her ear.

It was suppose to be a simple mission. Get in. Get the information provided for the case. Get out. No surprises. No weird distractions. And definitely no guys in black suits trying to drag you away from a crowded night club. No, definitely not that.

Cassandra Archeron was the second oldest of all of the Night Court’s children. She was also the most skilled Valkyrie in all of Velaris. Trained under both her mother and father, Nesta and Cassian Archeron. She was also the Night Court’s best spy and soon to be Sergeant of the Illryia army. So when her uncle offered her a mission in the Autumn Court, Cassandra would not describe how loudly she squealed in his office. Cassandra practically begged her parents to let her and her sisters perform this mission for their family, promising that if she were ever in real trouble, she’d contact her family immediately. Agreeing without a second though, Cassandra rushed into hers and her sisters’ room practically cheering.

After hearing the big news, the three of them all squealed and hugged each other, each of them already planning on who was going to do what. Cassandra decided that she would be in the field. She was a good actress, practice etiquette with her mother (not including any harsh treatment), and was taught the best strip dancing from her aunt Mor. She also did plenty of research of the Autumn Court’s best Night club titled, “Boobs and Nudes”. Yeah, you can see where it got it’s name.

Silvia decided to be the look out. She was the one to stay at home but would get a clear view of the club through it’s security cameras. Not even the most skilled technicians could get past her. Silvia would guide Cassandra as to were she will go and who to talk to. She would tell her who she’s speaking with and which choice of words she had to say in order to please them. She would also warn her in case if they were armed with any weapons.

Nora was the back up. Like her sister, she is also skilled in her Valkyrie training as well as spy training. However, her skills are not equal to her older sister’s. It still didn’t mean that they never needed her. They were triplets. They always needed each other. Nora is on stand by but on the field. In case Cassandra were to be in trouble and Silvia could not do anything to stop it, Nora would be the second line of defense. She would either cause a distraction, or find a way to make everyone leave a certain place without causing any harm. She is also the only one of them that has a direct line to the Night Court. Because they don’t wanna risk being track, the other lines are turned off and Nora’s line is only connected to the Night Court. If something big were to come up, she would send a distress signal to her family, or to anyone if they would listen.

Now, Nora was that line of defense. Cassandra had walked into the club 35 minutes ago. It had be 20 minutes since she last responded to her sister, saying that she had to call them back. That’s when Silvia and Nora knew that something was wrong. You never hang up your comm until the mission was done. Never. For the past 20 minutes, the two sisters tried to call her but no one answered. The line immediately went dead. “Cassandra! Cassie, pick up!”

“Nora?”

“Sis, I know you’re there!”

“Nora!”

“Say something!”

“NORA!” Nora flinched as the loud sound that filled her left ear. The second oldest, Silvia, was on the line back home in Velaris and from the sound of her own voice, she was just as frightened as her sister. “Nora, she’s not gonna answer.” she simply replied as she heard Nora groan on the other line. “She said she was gonna be quick. She said-”

“I know what she said.” Silvia interrupted. She knew Nora was scared. So was she. But until they find out where Cassandra wandered off to, she was the older sister. She had to be the strong one for Nora. She had to be the voice of reason. She had to tell her it was gonna be okay even when she knew it wasn’t okay. She had to let her sister know that they couldn’t freak out like this. That they couldn’t fall apart. They are stronger together.

“Silv, what do we do?” Nora whispered, a whimper following close behind. Silvia didn’t answer right away, looking through all of the security cameras outside of the club. “Cassandra got into a car with 3 other men 20 minutes ago. It’s a black SUV and it’s heading South on Kraken Drive.” Silvia explained. “We can’t get there on foot.”

“So, what do we do?” Nora asked again. Silvia knew what they had to do. Only one person could find them in a situation like this. Only one person can find a girl who was captured by a famous gang. Only one person can pick them up without getting questioned from the media. That person was the person who trained them ever since they learned how to walk. Who helped them with their homework while their mother was training the next group. Who sat through every tea party whenever they finished their homework. Who sat with them when they were all sick and couldn’t go to school. Who grounded them for 2 weeks when they snuck out to a party in Windhaven along with their cousin Nyx. Who dragged one of them out of a bar because they were drunk and broken hearted. Who sat with them when one of them lost their fiance to a spear in the head. Who made chocolate chip pancakes for all 10 of them on Saturday’s mornings.

Yes. Silvia knew that person by heart. “Nora, listen me. I need you to get dad.”

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It was currently 3:04am in Velaris. The perfect time for everyone in the House of Wind to be asleep. Both sets of twins have finished their homework and the 2nd set of triplets were finally asleep (for the next 5 minutes at least). Cassian and Nesta had just finished their usual sex thrill while they waited for their other triplets to cry because one of them (or all of them) need a diaper change.

Yes, this was their current routine as they slept peacefully in their beds. So you can imagine Cassian’s surprise when he received a call from one of his eldest daughters.

The ringtone was loud but not loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Just loud enough for the parents. Nesta had groan first. “I swear if Rhysand left Kazar’s favorite toy in this house again?” she yawned as Cassian rolled over and aimlessly grabbed his phone. He blinked multiple times to adjust his eyes to the brightness. “It’s Nora. I’ll call her back.”

“Did she send you a text?” Nesta asked surprising her mate. Cassian looked through his text messages and saw 12 unread messages in Nora’s tab. Cassian immediately picked up the phone. “Sweetheart?”

“Dad!? Goddammit, I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”

“First of all, language. Second, the messages were only 10 minutes ago.” Cassian argue though he knew it was pointless when it came to his third daughter. “It’s 3 in the morning and your mother and I have to be up by 4. What’s going-”

“Someone captured Cassie.” Whatever Cassian was going to say next, had died on his lips. His daughter. His first born. The one that he personally had told her to always and forever protect her sisters from any harm. The person he had trained the most to withstand any combat training. Any block. Any jab. Any kick. This was the Archeron who knew how to fight. And yet, when the day came for her to go out in the field for the first time, he still had an unsettling feeling about it. Especially in the Autumn Court. He knew that the Night Court and the Autumn Court weren’t the best of friends. He knew that the High Lord was a bastard ruler/father. He knew that if she or any of her sisters for that matter were caught by the High Lord himself, it would mean hell for the Night Court.

But mostly, for the Autumn Court.

Without wasting another moment, Cassian got off the bed and proceeded to find his siphons. Startled, Nesta sat up from the bed. “Cass, what’s wrong?” Cassian did not look at his wife, struggling to put on his pants and still holding the phone to his ears. “Tell me everything right now.”

“Cassian, what’s going on?” Nesta asked getting a good look at her husband’s face. Seeing the look of fear, she knew that whatever Nora had told him, it wasn’t good. “Honey?” she spoke softly. Cassian, now fully dressed, calmly walked over to his wife. “Someone has our daughter.” Immediately, Nesta’s expression turned from worry to anger. “Who?”

“Gabriel Reign.” Nesta turned to Cassian’s phone not realizing he had put it on speaker. Nesta knew without a doubt that it was Nora. “Nora baby? What happened?”

“I’m not sure. All I know is that Gabe found Cassandra at the club and persuaded her to come into his car. That was 30 minutes ago. She hasn’t called since.” Nora explained as Cassian grabbed his sword that rested on his work desk. “I’ll be their soon. Let me know if anything changes, sweetheart.” Cassian reply to his daughter, hanging up the phone.

Just as his hand grasped the doorknob, Nesta pulled his back. “I’m coming with you.” Cassian wanted her to go. He really did. This was his wife. The mother of all 10 of their daughters. The women who beheaded the King of Hybern. The women who drove a sword through the women that almost killed him. The women who went through hours of labor just to bring all of his wonderful daughters into this beautiful yet broken world. The women that he promised to spend the rest of his life with. And the women who became one of the first Valkyries to ever be risen again.

Yes, he desperately wanted to bring her along to save their daughter. But only one reason held him back from saying ‘yes’. “Nesta, I much as I want to see you tear whoever dares to touch our children apart, and believe me I really do, I can’t let you go. Not because I don’t think you can handle yourself,” he quickly added when Nesta opened her mouth to interject. “But their are 7 other daughters in this house waiting for us. And I don’t want them to wake up and see that we’re both gone.”

Nesta closed her mouth and grumbled under her breath. She knew he was right. Someone needed to stay behind for their other children. But before she could let her husband fly off to his daughter, she grabbed his face and kissed his viciously. “Promise me that you will bring her back. And promise me that you’ll both be okay.” Cassian knew he couldn’t promise that. That he didn’t know if he’ll find Cassandra. But he did know this:

The day someone dared to kidnapped his daughter is the day the Lord of BloodShed comes back for a second serving.

Cupping Nesta’s face in his hands, Cassian kissed her forehead. “I promise.” he told her. One long last hug and Cassian winnowed himself to the Autumn Court.

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Cassandra opened her eyes for the first time in what felt like hours. When Reign had taken her, he mentioned that it was a time for him to ‘catch up’ on lost times. Cassandra had known Reign since her early 20s. The two of them were at each other’s odds for years. The same went by as usual. He’d find her, beg her to join his gang, and hoped it will be an acceptable answer. Cassandra never gave him the final offering. Instead, she would always beat the hell out of his men, and even him. The last time she saw him, he had a broken nose and a messed up jawline. She still smiled at the memory when he cried bloody murder.

When she saw him at Boobs and Nudes, she figured it was another attempt to win her heart. A foolish little game of Tango. A game where Cassandra would always step on his toes. She smirked when she saw him and laughed at his attempt again foolishly allowing her guard to slip. Not realizing that Reign was through laughing. That he was through playing there little game of Tango. When she had stopped laughing, she finally took notice of the two guards that were standing behind her. Their hands were grabbing her arms before she could turn around.

She would’ve taken them on. Killed them even. But then, she looked back at Reign. His expression was boiling hot with rage, making her completely nervous. When the 4 of them walked out of the club, Cassandra was forced to secretly turn off her comm and climb into the black SUV. They drove South. Way South. The windows were tinted apart from the front window, but she was too far away to get a look as to where she was going. When Reign’s guards forced her out of the car, they placed a cloth over her mouth, the Illryian woman passing out before she hit the ground.

Finally coming to, Cassandra noticed that her hands were chained to the wall over her head and she was stripped down to nothing but her under garments. Normally, she’d try to cover as best as she could, but with her arms in the air, she only managed to bend her knees. She screamed, feeling the fire that burned through her body. The fire that believed to her mother, but was genetically reduced to bold red from her father. She screamed and screamed until one of the guards came in and punched her square in the face. She couldn’t help but laugh, taunting the faerie guard. He punched her again. Again. 4 times. 5.

Still Cassandra did not falter. She held her head up high like her mother always taught her. She remembered how her mother had said to never bend your head down. She was a queen with a crown. She took those words to heart, never letting anyone tell her differently.

However, in this case, it was almost impossible to heed her advice.

After the punching stopped, Reign came in when a tray table that rolled with a creepy ‘creak’ noise into what Cassandra figured was a cell. Upon that tray were tools. Tools designed for torture. Reign personally picked up a small dagger from the tray and stabbed it deep through Cassandra’s left arm, slowly dragging it up to her wrist. The pain hurt like a bitch, but Cassandra did not scream. Reign did it again to the right arm, smirking when Cassandra accidently let out a small squeak of pain. Next, he moved on to her stomach, taking a knuckle brass and punching as hard as he could. 3 punches were landed. Nothing. Not even a whimper.

Reign shouted in anger, making Cassandra smile. “You think that’s funny? I’ll wipe that smile off your face.” Reign held up to that. Putting the brass down, he grabbed something huge. It was a long spear that was even taller than him. For the first time, Cassandra really looked at the weapon. It was the same weapon that took the life of her future sister in law. She still remembered Silvia’s scream when she told came home and told her family about her death. Olivia, she remembered. That was her name. She’ll never forget her sister’s face when she made a promise to kill the man who murdered her fiancé.

Cassandra was lost in thought, she was completely un prepared for the intense pain that crashed into her right wing. Reign had driven the spear through her wing. She felt it piercing through her leather wing and heard a crack. She looked from the corner of her eye and saw blood slowly falling down her wing. It fell to the floor like a deadly storm that rained blood. Cassandra did the one thing she promised herself not to do. The one thing that would make her look weak. The one thing that she swore she would never do whenever someone were to torture her like this.

She screamed.

The scream was dreadful. It made her ears pop with the deaf of the scream itself. She tried to stop the tear from clouding her eyes, but she lost the battle and allowed them to fall. She cried out to no one as the pain increased through her body. Reign laughed the image of the tough woman that refused him for so long finally bending her knees for him. “Some advice, Cassandra.” he had told her as he lifted her head to face him. “Never, say no to me.”

Reign had left her there to bleed out. Cassandra didn’t have enough energy to fight back. She reluctantly closed her eyes, hoping the pain would leave in a few hours.

It didn’t.

By the time Cassandra was awake, she realized two things. One, she was still in the cell. Two, her wing was broken. Not clipped, broken. Cassandra knew about how women were treated in Illryia, the stories haunting her at night whenever she went to sleep. How he described the methods of abuse a majority of women had to go through. The types of tools that they used to clip their wings, grounding them to the floor forever. She remembered her father having to tell her this so as not to take her heritage in vain. She never did.

And she never will.

Cassandra was grateful that Reign did not have those tools. She looked at her right wing. The pain was still very much intense, but it was already starting to heal. She stretched it out very slowly, seeing how far the wing can go. It stretched to about half an inch before the pain continued. “Damn.” she cursed silently.

Cassandra heard a door burst open, startling her completely. Their she saw Reign running straight to her cell. “You fucking bitch!” he spat as he opened the cell without a second thought. Reign, shaking, took out the keys and released Cassandra’s arms. Cassandra’s expression was filled to the brink with confusion. “Uh...what the fuck?” Reign forced her to her feet and pushed her out of the cell. “Come on.”

“Reign, what’re you-”

“Shut up!” Cassandra did not take the insult to heart. She was most concern as to why he was suddenly releasing her. She remembered how he always said that he’ll never let her go free. That she’ll always be his. That no one else could have her. So why was he suddenly letting her go?

After a couple of minutes of walking, her questions were answered. They had made their way to the main hall of wherever she was. There laid 23 men dead. They were either beheaded, stabbed, shot, or killed from brute force. Some of bodies weren’t even in one piece. Cassandra found an arm on a broken chair, a leg inches away from that same chair, a torso 3 feet away from her, and a head that had it’s eyes popped out. Their blood was all over the place, not missing a single spot in the area. Cassandra would’ve been shocked had she not lifted her head.

Directly in front of her was her father. His body was flaring with undeniable rage. He was holding his sword that was smeared with blood. His armor also had blood on it, mainly on his shoulder and elbow. Cassandra couldn’t read his face sense his back was turned. He was talking to two of Reign’s guards. The only two that were alive.

Cassandra heard her father’s voice. “I’m gonna ask you one last time,” It sounded vial and threatening. The same voice he would use whenever she knew she was about to be in trouble. It made a chill crawl up her spine. “Where. Is. My. Daughter!” The guards shook under her father’s frightening gaze. She knew exactly what they were seeing. She almost felt sorry for them.

“Dad!” she cried, her father instantly turning around at the sound of her voice. For a moment, the two of them locked eyes and they were both back in the house. For a moment, she remembered when her father first taught her how to use a sword. How he would held with her stance. How he would correct her whenever she got it wrong. How he would tickle her whenever she pouted about not being able to block the attack. How he gave her an extra chocolate chip pancake when she was too sick for school one day.

She remembered all of it. And so did Cassian.

Cassian smiled upon seeing his daughter. He would’ve swooped her up and the two of them would fly back home together regarded of her having wings. But his expression changed when he noticed the giant hole in her wing. Immediately, his gaze turned from relief, to horror, and another second later, rage.

“Who did that to you?” It took a moment for Cassandra to realize that he was talking to her. “Re-”

“No one.” Cassandra was cut off by Reign who looked terrified. Cassandra opened her mouth to tell her father the truth, but in a blink of an eye, Cassian was already inches away from both of them, his hand around his daughter’s waist and a sword pointing at Reign’s neck. Cassandra could’ve sworn her father’s eyes were glowing just as bright as his siphons. “I. Didn’t. Ask. You.” Cassian told Reign who whimper silently. That was no empty threat. It was a command. Cassian glared at Reign, daring for him to speak.

When he looked back at his daughter, his rage softened. “What were you saying sweetie?” Wrapping her arms around her father’s neck, Cassandra continued. “It was Reign. Gabriel Reign.”

“Where is he?”

“Currently pissing his pants in front of you.” Cassandra replied as her father realized that the man was Reign himself. Cassandra was right. His pants were filled with piss. With a huff, Cassian kissed his daughter’s forehead. “Gimme one moment, peanut.”

That was the only response Cassandra received before her father drove his sword through Reign’s head, instantly killing him. Cassandra saw Reign’s body fall to the floor. The first time Cassandra killed someone, she went numb. She didn’t cry. She didn’t make a sound. Just went numb for a month. When her father went to check on her, he found her in her closet crying silently in a pile of dirty laundry. Instantly, he swept her up with ease and sat down with her, placing her in his lap. “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” he said the same words to her when she was a baby and couldn’t stop crying. It always worked like a charmed. Soon, she was leaning in her dad’s chest, listening to his warm heartbeat. By the time she woke up, her father told her that she slept like a baby for the first time in a while.

Now, she can look at a dead body with ease, though the process does haunt her every once in a while. “Uh, dad?” she asked, mentally cursing herself for the crack in her voice. Cassian raised his sword and placed it back in the handle. He rushed to her side, seeing that her expression read terror, but tried to cover it with fake humor. “Sorry about that baby. Didn’t know you turned around.”

“It’s fine, dad. I’m okay.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna accept that lie.” Cassian replied as his daughter tried to protest, but one look of authority from the Lord of Bloodshed and she was grateful she was only his daughter. Wisely keeping her mouth shut, Cassandra allowed her father to examine her damaged wing. “It’s broken.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Cassandra remarked earning a twitch from her father’s mouth. Cassandra returned it, turning her head to the two guards. “What about them?” she asked as Cassian followed her gaze. The guards quickly raced out of the room before the two Illryians could think on what to do with them. “We’ll worry about them later. You, young lady will be on mandatory bed rest. No flying for you. Or training.”

“Who died and made you my doctor?”

“The man who raised you. And those other 20 men.” Cassian swiftly replied referring to the guards he just killed. Cassandra rolled her eyes, knowing her father was right. “Can we at least fly back home? Like we use to?” Cassandra whispered the last part, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. Cassian heard her.

He couldn’t help but smile at the memory of his daughter laughing when he took her on her first flight. They stopped doing it when Cassandra turned 25, claiming that she was too old to be carried and that she could fly. But their was no doubt in Cassian’s mind that her daughter didn’t miss those memories. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[goodxxxgirl]

So for a long time now, and I hate to admit it but I have been creeping my ex’s accounts trying to find a clue as to who he’s been with, because he traumatized me! And gave me numerous STD’s! While I was pregnant, I might add! and ETC. because there is more to the story lmao. But I was drawn to this one girls profile and creeped so hard I found that he likes her posts and a specific post that I found sexual. And so I just got these strong feelings that they have fooled around! It was just from absorbing the energy on those posts, and absorbing the energy in his intention, is how I knew they did. So I kept up with her account and she would post like stuff about stealing bbd’s and stuff that would relate to exactly how I’m feeling. But I want to mention this also because I know I wasn’t just drawn to her for a reason. I believe she was creeping my pages too, and keeping up with me, and trying to see if I was with my ex or not. I could feel the energy she was sending out into the universe! The thoughts she was having of me! It might sound crazy to people but this is a part of my spiritual gift, I can sense the energy people have towards me. Ok, so this one time I ran into her on b&c day at the little carnival they had for the kids, I was there with boy and had sent my girl off with gma. I happen to almost meet her face to face in the crowd, and we both recognized each other instantly, I knew she knew who I was. So right than and there, was confirmation that I know what I know! And she kept her eyes on me almost the entire time I was there! I kept feeling someone staring at me, and I would look in that direction and it would be her staring at me! I remember feeling weird and a little uncomfortable but I wasn’t gonna let it show. Ok so, the reason I am writing this is because today I just saw that she had passed away. And it just feels crazy to me. I want to think it was from suicide. Idky. And today, my baby was handing me my mashkode biziki scarf, trying to get me to hang it up on the door, and my mind just thought of ashley nahdee’s suicide. I’m not sure why she would try do that, this scarf means so much to me! And she never saw that I used to tack it to the wall when I lived at my parent’s. It was laying in a pile of clothes, and she picked it up and handed it to me twice. I want to think this girls death has something to do with it maybe?? I’m not sure at all. But that scarf,

I found it while second hand shopping with sis &mom, for some reason I carried it around with me while I looked around the store and when it came time to check out, it was the only thing I had in my hands lol so I bought it for $2.50. And than my dream came to me not long after. I want to think it was weeks following me purchasing this scarf at the secondhand store that I dreamt of it. I had a dream I was in my parents home, walking down the hallway into the living room, and I think I saw the sliding door open, so I made my way over to shut it and as I got closer to the door, I saw my mother hanging there. She committed suicide. She was hanging from the satellite pole on the back porch. I was the one to find her body. I remember going into a panic and ran in the house screaming and hollering at everyone, I was histerically crying, trying to explain what I saw, and just remember it felt like everyone did the same, I’m sure they were calling 911, and it felt like time had slowed down and I could see alll the commotion happening around me, everyone zooming by, on their phones, crying … so I slowly walked into the bathroom and closed the door, and slid down to the floor and balled my eyes out. Once I found the strength to get myself on my feet, that’s when I noticed this same scarf, lying across the top of the laundry hamper, so when I went to pick it up, it somehow has turned into a real buffalo skull and I was scooping it up holding in on my forearms. And I don’t remember anything else after that.

[castle-dominion]

castle 5x16 hunt

Part two of this plot heavy pair of episodes!

These two ppl look the same

castle chill they are also worried I RECOGNIZE HIM I WATCHED THE EPISODE IN SEASON SIX BABEY! at the MOST castle

you were THERE for her castle. you couldn't be there physically but seeing you helped her

Anwar my man!

Why zoom in like that? you should view the whole scene if u can the glitch effects lol the music noooooo were the el masris in on it or smth..?

Thats right she has TWO murders to solve, well actually the driver who killed the bodygraurd already got shot & caught but now roger henson is also killed

Especkett Kate These two are such a good pair

OH NO CASTLE HIS PASSPORT RC: I’m at the precinct with Beckett. Why? Beckett: *in the loft looking for castle*

Lol greenscreen or smth but it looks good

WHAT is with the LIGHTING rn?

KB: Look, in the state that he’s who knows what he’s capable of. But he says that he knows someone that can help. ryan narc cop

I speak french you bastards! BUT I'M FRICKING DEAF. IF HEARING FROGS CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS BEING SAID, THEN I WANT THAT ABILITY TOO. thank you. transcript: Merci, Colette. Et si jamais vous quittez votre petit ami – (he turns around) – Richard! Thanks collette, & if u ever quit your boyfriend ; )

The unofficial man... Yeah you don't want to get involved with this sort of person, but as a father you need to do this... Rich novelist

Two young women awaiting organ transplant? sus

THESE PEOPLE STOLE A JET???

The place where the hostage exchange took place hhhh love the angle castle don't site beside someone, they will find you weird to me how he doesn't genuflect Jaque Henri: “Vengeance is mine”, sayeth the Lord. “I will repay.” Sometimes the Lord needs a little help, huh? Castle are you not hiring him to also,, rescue (or recover) her? My man knows things, he has his sources, esp when vetting his clients JH: And then you thank God I’m not the FBI. at least THIS man genuflects oooOOOOOOOHH thre MUSIC I LOVE IT

All these wires & stuff Ah my man is blind. You know, I would have a pretty good ear if I wasn't hard of hearing & suffering from adhd's auditory processing issues. Tendu actually means held or tense, like you're tied up with ropes & can't move or you are holding your shoulders high & your body in suspension.

JH: We call him la taupe – the mole. T/M: Il est tendu, eh? JH: Pas mal, eh.

Nothing for YOU to hear. T/M: Ah, you listen with your eyes. Shh. Me: Uh yeah,,, *uses lipreading to supplement my listening* *watches my fiddle teacher's fingers* *looks around for context clues when I miss what someone said to see if I can deduce what they said* *watches mouths to see who is talking* *turns captions on for most things* *however I listen to audiobooks rather than read myself these days except for fanfic bc podfics aren't as common* Love this mole's soundboard btw I love the music over the top of this Taupe: Hear that? Us: I can hear a lot of stuff but I can't tell what you're talking about THIS MAN CAN TELL WHICH CHURCH BELLS THEY ARE? Lik e my grampa, he used to be able to tell what car smth was based on the sound of the engine Bro go to sleep TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES I love love love this, I wish wish wish my ears were better bc this is the kind of stuff I like

Good for her but my friend's daughter is missing I NEED TO CLIP THIS MOMENT WHEN SHE KICKS THE CHAIR

ryan looks at beckett almost like he's scared Ryan tech man computer

JH: Maybe. Acoustic tiles, office space, close to a rooftop. Might fit the bill. RC, standing: I’m coming. JH: No, no, no. It might not be the place. RC: I don’t care. JH: It might be the place. gives castle a long look

Reminds me of the colonoscopy camera lol How is castle not packing a gun? THIS IS THE ROOM

Castle follow Henri's lead HER HAIR HER LONG ORANGE HAIR

Why is nobody here? Oh bc they left no trace they already left (except for alexis' hair ig) lmao wallpaper like that tbh I thought it was a bullet Why is he speaking english? Also this guy has a really nice chin btw, he is very french & THE PHONE RINGS IMMEDIATELY I LOVE IT JH: Ouai? // Yeah? Phone: [?????], tout en seul, sans le pere // I can't tell, all alone, without the father

you ARE emotionally compromised... This is what you pay me for! (I think last time I watched this I thought maybe he would do exactly what he does but I was also too invested in the story I don't think I realized)

I KNOW WHO THIS IS HEHEHEH Man found his way back to the mole cave & le taupe can still hear! btw how do they split the payment from castle? Ooh today's paper, smart! A forest? Crazy

I think you can tell it is a hard drive u just need to label it with henson Ew pics of alexis creepy (What if this tech one was in on it?) But they just told henri that it was the wrong place wrong time

Woah lots of money scary forest oh dear

I feel like you SHOULD answer except don't want the ransom guys to see u on the phone

Does his phone plan still work in paris???

Safety was off already? bc my man just cocked the gun

Il est voici, comme nous convenu I value my life more than my word Valid Who are these people? Not egyptian radicals?

Attendez! Mon paiement?

Henri un-double-crossed him? Or not. Beckett then?

American accent At least castle went for his gun Yeah castle I don't trust this guy *Shoots his phone* How do I know you're the good guy? Altho ig yeah you ARE still alive Sus man: Given how you’re feeling so bad about your $200 buck phone you might want to pick up that 3 million dollar briefcase. With those gloves I'd be scared of leaving fingerprints RC: Sounds made-up Jackson Hunt: it is

Why do they have lights on her like that? Alexis took french class

WHY DOES HE HAVE ALL THESE PHOTOS MAYBE THIS IS THE GUY WHO NABBED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE-- LIKE THE PHOTOS ON THE HENSON DRIVE HOW & WHEN DID YOU GET A FRICKING COPY OF THE PHONE?

What is this guy's accent?

So dramatic I loooove it OH THIS IS HOW THE RUSSIAN JET WAS INVOLVED Volkov: It’s you. After all these years, it’s finally you. & who ARE you?

THIS IS CASTLE'S DAD? I can see the resemblance but he could be lying that is SO castle. it could totally be him appealing to castle's romantic side, the story

All these years? That's sad but valid WOAH THAT IS ACTUALLY SO SWEET HHHH that book & james bonde SOPHIA WAS RIGHT, HE DID GREASE WHEEL IN THE CIA

Oof, poor anna. that's why they chose paris Ah that makes sense

direct assault with only two of you? (Also, u want to call beckett?) all these sexy blueprints play spy shfdkjhj

Ooh undergrounds third one FROM the bottom or...? Ok castle now run

say "je suis un electricien, pour-quoi vous avez les pistolets?"

Yes they get to see each other!!! He came to get her! All the way in paris! This is the bestest episode everest! Volkov: When a man doubles his wealth, why should he give half of it away? it's ok, castle says, he KNOWS it is ok Dad's dad: Because you’ll be dead.

wdym "don't let them"? Castle just threw the guy with the gun to the ground they RAN all the way to the us embassy? Cover story? sus Probs best to keep away from contact with him after this castle, to prevent this situation again "son" hhh always sdkjfkldjf

You two SHOULD talk, for like trauma purposes Welcome home sign!

I could clip the escape if u want

CASINO ROYALE HE MADE IT OUT

are you ALLOWED to tell her?

jasdkfhasdjlfhjasdfk this was super good but also now we know castle's dad is not the inventor of whipped cream

this was a great pair of episodes. Super intense. & I spent the full hour & a half on it too

[glenrocklibraryteens]

Book Review: Solitaire

Solitaire by Alice Oseman Young Adult Fiction Page Count: 400 Rating: 5 - Solitaire was a good read, I very much enjoyed the story’s writing and pace. Reviewer: Rebecca Torres

Our protagonist, Victoria Spring— a reserved and pessimistic college student, thinks much about her life. She’d describe it as “quite boring”; however, she would soon be proven wrong. Many things out of the ordinary happen— whether it be good, bad, or something in between— Tori has much more to look forward to, rather than her usual boring days.

To begin, it should be noted that you do not have to read the Heartstopper series to understand the events of this story. Solitaire is a stand-alone novel, anyone can pick up. Now that this fact has been addressed, I can truly begin this review. Alice Oseman’s novel ended up taking me through a rollercoaster of emotions. Each piece of dialogue felt like a real person; I easily envisioned every scene, like it was something out of a movie. Books with this quality are very enjoyable. However, it has to be said— the writing was not my cup of tea in the first few chapters. It was hard to continue reading her boring, and repetitive thoughts for three chapters. You need to be pretty patient to get to the better plot points, which is the reason I give Solitaire 4 stars. As said from the beginning,—Yes—I soon grew fond of Tori’s narration, as well as later situations involving her. I find curiosity and wonder in her character— she’s dynamic, yet wishes not to be. She meets people, it changes her. She witnesses things, it changes her. She gets through obstacles, it changes her. She, however, is in denial. Victoria Spring lives her life as if these things aren’t happening; This is often my way of dealing with emotions, so I easily sympathize with her character. Being content with her everyday life: going to school, blogging, watching a film every night— that is her life. The first instance that doesn’t follow her “everyday life” is a ruse at her school. It’s better known as “Solitaire”. It is a blog that posts humorous things as well as random mottos. She and another, Michael Holden, are the first to know of it. And from the many mysteries of this weird blog, begins the interesting months of Victoria Spring’ life.

Extra Note: I definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys coming-of-age stories. An accurate depiction of Solitaire’s writing is that of the movie, Lady Bird. Though very different characters, the story gives off the same feel of indie films.

“Solitaire the Playlist” https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KFitTYFby69AqJgIIs8m3?si=Qvos81BYRl2NSmvhqqZDbQ

“ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” by Tyler The Creator: With its sad undertones, this song describes the end of something. This song reminds me of the ups-and-downs of Tori’s relationships with people. She is not good at reaching out to people; she believes it hard for people to genuinely like her. Tori also presents to us she has issues with some of her friends’ behavior. Whether good or bad result, she confronts the issue, and regrets doing that often.

“There is a Light That Never Goes Out” by the Smiths: This song is mentioned in the book by Tori. She describes the group, The Smiths, as something so called “vintage” phonies listen to. Though our main character has such dislike for the group, it further emphasizes her comments on the world around her.

“This Charming Man” by the Smiths: I believe this songs’ lyrics can easily connect to everyone in the story. The lyrics depict that a person doesn’t know their place. Most of the characters Tori interacts with, along with herself— they don’t know their place in the world. They do things differently, to think otherwise.

“This Charming Man” reminds me much of Michael. He enjoys the band, but it is more about the melody’s energy— if his personality were a song, it would be this one.

“No Surprises” by Radiohead: Tori tells us she listens to random music by Radiohead. I feel as though she would connect with “No Surprises” the most. The song’s overall feel is similar to Tori’s emotions. She expects bad things to happen to her as lyrics narrate. This song also describes the beauties of life, as she often does. Both do it in such a way of randomness. They tell us such depressing things, yet still find beauty in the little things.

“Fool” by bôa: Tori and Michael try to find their forms of escapism; this song describes exactly that action. In a place where both feel they don’t belong, they get along well. Yet, they both have their individual issues to deal with. “But when I look inside I find the place to try, to hide, to fly” is a perfect lyric to describe what they do when given a problem. Though different people, Victoria Spring and Michael Holden aren’t very different.

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 6: how's it hanging?

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

masterlist

"there he is" y/n pointed towards the plumbing van across the street from the building she had stood in front of just yesterday with klaus and five. luther nodded, heading over first, looking through the window. y/n noticed something was off. "is he.. dreaming?" she frowned, glancing at luther who shrugged. she quickly climbed through the back while luther called out to him.

"five!"

"no!" five shouted in his sleep, brows furrowed in distress. he was having a nightmare. y/n gently reached over and held his shoulders, shaking him awake. 

"hey, five" she called softly, and his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. "hey" she smiled sweetly, watching as he calmed down. luther opened the door, struggling to fit inside.

"you okay?" luther asked when he finally sat down, shutting the door.

"you shouldn't be.. how did you find me?" five got defensive right away. y/n sighed, moving back.

"well.." he nodded at y/n who smiled sheepishly before turning around at the sound of humming. 

"klaus?" he was dancing with dolores in the back.

"hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here-" he pretended to frown only for five to yell at him.

"get out!" he chucked a cup at him and klaus used dolores as a shield. "you can't be here! i'm in the middle of something"

"klaus" y/n held her arms out, taking dolores from him. "please, don't do that" her face scrunched in disgust at the thought. she didn't need more of her brothers becoming attached to dolores, one was enough.

"aw, why not, baby sis?" he moved closer, kneeling next to her and leaning on luther's seat. y/n sighed, holding dolores and leaning against five's. "any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"what is he talking about?" luther looked between them all but five shrugged it of with a wave of his hand, gesturing to klaus.

"does it matter? it's klaus" five sighed, sitting up in his seat. "what do you want luther?"

"um.. so grace may have had something to do with dad's death. so, i need you to come back to the academy, it's important"

"it's important" five mumbled, scoffing. "you have no concept of what's important"

"hey" klaus diverted the attention to himself, "did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" he laughed, "it was so painful" he looked at five who turned away to laugh.

"what are you still doing here?" luther turned in his seat to look at klaus.

"what? i-what i need an excuse to hang out with my family?" 

"well, we're trying to have a serious conversation here" luther gestured between him and five. y/n sighed, why was everyone so doubtful of klaus? he was just trying to help. 

"and i'm incapable of being serious- is that what you're saying?" klaus held his hands to his chest, looking hurt.

"luther's got a point, you should get out" five sighed, 

"what?" klaus looked at him in betrayal before looking at y/n. "baby sis, you want me here, right?" 

"wanting you here and being able to hold a serious conversation are different things klaus" she shook her head in amusement. he frowned, "come on, let's go" she set dolores down before climbing to the side door of the van beside klaus.

"what? you're coming with me?" klaus smiled, cheering as he climbed out to.

"where are you going?" luther asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"you gestured to only you and five, luther. besides, klaus is more fun than you two. come get us when you're done fighting" she rolled her eyes. 

"y/n-" five tried before sighing as she shut the door.

"so, why'd you come with, anyways?" klaus linked his arm with y/n, heading towards the convenience store across the road. 

"i don't like the way they treat you" she sighed, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "let's get some food" he grinned as they reached the door to the store, splitting up to look through different aisles. it wasn't long before klaus held a handful of stuff he definitely couldn't afford. she snorted as he tried to run out, a police officer following him. 

"hey bitches!"

"dumbass" she rolled her eyes, picking up a coffee she had made in the corner before taking a lollipop and some chips. she closed her eyes, disappearing and reappearing in the van, behind five. she placed the coffee down in the middle, neither five nor luther noticing her yet. she pulled the wrapper off the lollipop, sucking on it.

they all watched klaus run across the road, almost getting hit with a cab. "out of the way, asshole!" he shouted.

"amateur" y/n scoffed as the officer caught up to him. five and luther turned to her in surprise. 

"i'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision" five watched him drop his things, looking at y/n who shrugged.

"i got you a coffee?" she smiled innocently, holding it up.

-

as luther went to collect klaus, y/n hung back, moving to sit beside five. "hey.." she faced him fully, watching as he continued to stare out at the building. "are you sure you're alright?"

"i'm fine" he denied, not looking over.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me that" she scoffed, before sighing and twirling her lollipop in her hand, staring intently at it. "five, i know you've been through a lot alone but.. you're not alone anymore. we're here- i'm here to help you now.. all you have to do is let me"

he finally turned to face her, expression softening. "i've done more than you think and.. i don't want you getting hurt in the process. like i said if i need help.. you're the first person i'd ask" 

"really?" she raised an eyebrow, pausing to stare at him now. "i don't believe you" he sighed, annoyed.

"you don't have to, but i would ask you first, you're most capable" 

"you're just saying that because i told you about dolores" she stuck her lollipop back in her mouth and crossed her arms, childishly.

there was a pause, "how.. how did you do it? i saw you there how were you-" he gestured a hand to the mannequin. 

"at first i trained with dad and i.. i couldn't reach you, no matter how hard i tried" she begun softly, looking back down at her hands. "then one day i just.. did. but you walked right through me and i- i didn't know what to do. i tried so hard to talk to you but you kept going right through me. i tried to touch you but my hand went right through and i touched dolores instead. i don't know how or why but.. it felt like a part of me was torn off" she shivered, hating the feeling that came with it. "i don't know why but i lied to dad, i told him i couldn't find you. he dismissed me, said training was over forever. so i studied instead, i failed and failed to reach you again and i studied physics and probability, anything to help you get back. one day i did find you again but i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything. you were reading vanya's book but it wasn't out yet, i saw your equations and your wagon.. i realised i was dolores later when you spoke to me, i was seeing through her eyes"

five stayed quiet, watching her intently. "i didn't get to see anymore, klaus and diego thought i was dying" she laughed bitterly, "i didn't find you again for a while and when i did you actually saw me.. as me and not dolores. well, you know obviously know what happened then.. but i kept seeing things in my dreams, i saw you, the things you did, i saw you grow up. it was.. weird but i think it was dolores" 

y/n sighed, reaching a hand out and opening the door. "i'll leave you to-"

"i meant it, you know?" five cut her off, frowning as he was now facing away from her again. "when i said you were the most trustworthy.. the strongest" 

a small smile graced her face. "i know" 

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"do you really think mom would hurt dad?" they all sat around watching the tape on the tv screen except five who had refused to come.

"you haven't been home in a long time, vanya, maybe you don't know grace anymore" luther argued,

y/n sighed, "mom didn't have any intentions like that. she was definitely normal that day"

"if he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report" diego eyed luther, standing beside y/n.

"yeah, well, i don't need a report to show what i can see with my own eyes" luther gestured to the screen, hell bent on blaming someone for this.

"maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision" diego nodded, unconvinced and moved forwards, going back in the tape. "look closer, dad has his monocle, mom stands up, monocle gone" 

"oh yeah" klaus grinned, shaking his bag of chips.

"she wasn't poisoning him, she was taking it. to clean it" something was off. y/n eyed them all carefully. 

"then where is it?" luther turned the tape off, looking at him. "no, i've searched the house, including all of her things, she doesn't have it"

"that's because i took it from her.. after the funeral" diego admitted, holding one of his knives. y/n frowned, they were going to fight. 

"you've had the monocle this whole time? what the hell diego?!" allison uncrossed her arms, staring at him incredulously.

"give it to me!" luther demanded, moving forwards and holding a hand out.

"i threw it away" diego shrugged, still fiddling with his knife.

"you what?" allison laughed in disbelief, how could he? she raised her glass of alcohol to her lips.

"look, i knew that if you found it on mom, you'd lose your shit. just like you're doing right now" diego stood straight, pointing his knife towards luther.

"diego, you're such-" diego got into a fighting position, hands ready for round two.

"no, calm down" vanya interrupted, "look, i know dad wasn't exactly an open book but i do remember one thing he said. mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector"

"what does that mean?" allison asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"she was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy" y/n realised, catching on to where vanya was going with this.

"well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off" luther suggested and diego immediately disagreed.

"woah, woah, woah, woah wait, she's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet, she feels things, i've seen it-" 

"she just stood there, diego, and watched out father die!" luther gestured to the screen again, trying to prove his point.

"i'm with luther" allison sighed, fiddling with her glass.

"surprise, surprise" diego sneered, everyone looking over at her.

"shut up" she snapped before they looked at vanya.

"i-i don't-"

"yeah, she shouldn't get a vote" diego threw his hands up, believing that she was going to go against him.

"i was going to say that i agree with you" she glared at him.

"okay, she should get a vote" he then turned on klaus. "what about you stoner boy? what've you got?" 

"oh, so what? you need my help now?" he rolled his eyes, "well, get out of the van klaus. oh, well, welcome back to the van!"

"what van?" allison looked between them all.

"we're not shutting mom down!" y/n shut down any more talking. they looked over at her. she looked disappointed and angry. "i thought we said no more fighting" she crossed her arms, looking pointedly at luther.

"exactly! i'm with y/n and diego because screw you" klaus glared at luther and diego pointed klaus nodding. "and if ben were here, he'd agree with me" there was pause before klaus hissed at the couch.

"so, that's four to two" diego held up his fingers.

"it's not final yet" allison argued, "klaus doesn't count, he's high and drunk"

"what?" diego glared at her, hands falling.

"and five's not here yet. the whole family has to vote, we owe each other that" 

"right" luther nodded and vanya agreed.

y/n scoffed, "we owe each other? we don't owe each other shit" diego agreed, "all i wanted was my family back, no more fights. if we really owe each other the least you could is that" they all watched silently as she left. 

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a young diego ran down the hallway, suit only half on. he wore his button up shirt, tie and sweater vest over the top. he disappeared through a doorway as allison rushed down the stairs. 

"come on luther!" she called through a doorway at the bottom before rushing the way diego had come. reginald walked out and stood in the hallway.

"how will the umbrella academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can't even leave the house on time for missions?" he yelled out so that all of them would hear. 

"behind you" luther called, jumping past reginald to scurry down the hall. allison searched through her draws hastily, chucking clothes onto the floor around her. 

"i can't find my domino mask" she rushed back only to be stopped by grace who held it out.

"it needed a little bit of tlc after the last mission" she smiled as allison took it, thanking her. grace walked out and down the hall, stopping at luther's room first where he was currently doing push ups. 

"ready to go?" she received a thumbs up before she continued walking. 

"where's my knives?" diego shouted, rushing through the house at the other end of the hallway. grace stopped in front of vanya's room where she was practicing her violin.

"sounds beautiful, vanya" she complimented with a soft smile. 

"thanks mom" 

grace then walked to klaus' room where he was jumping on his bed, grinning and laughing at the chest of drawers on fire. "oh, klaus" she scolded, putting the fire out.

"thank you, mother" he smiled, hoping off his bed. she shook her head with a small grin.

"boys will be boys" 

ben rushed down the hallway next, hand fiddling with his zip. "oh, ben" she gently stopped him.

"it-its stuck" he tried to pull it up again. grace softly fixed it for him before letting him go. "guys! wait for me" he called as he ran off.

grace paused outside diego's room, hearing him practice his speech, trying to get over his stutter.

"don't m-m-m" he struggled to get the word out. grace walked in, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"remember, diego. just picture the word in your mind" he breathed out, nodding before trying again.

"d-don't m-m.. d-don't m.. don't m-move" grace gasped, happy.

"you did it!" she grinned, touching a hand to his cheek. "i'm so proud of you"

someone cleared their throat in the doorway, interrupting. there stood reginald and beside him y/n. diego watched as he smile faded at her father's cough. she had been happy for him too.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hey!I hope you are having a great day. First of all, I really love your writing! And I had this idea which I think is a good promt.

So villain takes hero's mom/sis/ family member as a leverage for info. And hero's mom/sister/family member turns out to be villain's therapist/close acquaintance/( someone who villain knows and talks to)...and hero finds out that their mother/sister/ family member is with villain and rushes to save them, only to see that their family member is having a nice cup of tea and chatting with the villain.

Bonus:( the family member knows about villain's crush on hero)

I just had this idea and I thought that you might like it. No pressure or anything like that. Feel free to discard this if you want!

Again I really love your writing and I look forward to all of your take on prompts.❤️❤️ ( Sorry if my English is weird, it's not my first language)

They liked their therapist, they really did. But the sentence she was about to say was already fried into the villain’s brain. So burnt into their mind, they could pinpoint the second she was planning on asking. An annoying occurrence.

“What are you feeling right now?” The villain scratched the back of their head, avoiding the typical immoderate stare their therapist was giving them when they didn’t want to answer. Pressuring the villain into saying something by crushing them with silence was the therapist’s new hobby. Apparently.

Their gaze wandered around the whole room, observing the expensive but still comfortable looking furniture. Everything was clean through and through, just like the therapist’s office. Hell, there were barely indications that someone was actually living here instead of counselling therapy sessions.

“I don’t know. I didn’t come here to talk about my feelings, so…caught off guard maybe?” The villain let out a nervous laugh, shifting on the couch in the therapist’s living room.

If they had paid attention to details which they were obviously not doing because their whole attention was on the conversation between them and their therapist and only on the conversation, they would have seen the pictures of the hero, documenting their whole life. How they were smiling as the embodiment of goodness. So kind. Always seeing the good in everyone, even the villain.

“Is being caught off guard a feeling?” the therapist asked. Intellect mirrored on her face. With her hair in a bun and her clothes divine even though it was a Sunday, she looked as if she had never left the office.

“…no?” the villain asked. The therapist — the hero’s mother — nodded slowly. She looked like she was about to pick apart the villain’s brain in the nicest way possible.

“So, what are you feeling right now?” Usually, the villain would prepare for their therapy sessions. It was easier to think about what they wanted to reveal and what not before talking to her. The therapist’s endeavours to get to the core weren’t budged by this in the slightest but the villain liked the sense of security.

Which meant this was an asshole move. No preparation, no excuses this time.

Nevertheless, she was still likeable. For the first time in their life, the villain benefited from therapy rather than just sit out the whole dwelling demanding period.

Also, she was nice. She had made them a cup of tea instead of calling the cops.

“I am feeling a bit guilty. I wanted to kidnap you but you turned out to be my therapist, so I don’t really know what to do now,” the villain said.

“Why exactly did you want to kidnap me?” she asked, sipping on her tea. She was completely content, looking at the villain with that cerebral face. No judgment, just proficiency.

“Because you are the mother of my nemesis,” the villain answered again. Mostly, they were guessing what the therapist wanted to hear.

“I mean the purpose of this kidnapping, not your choice of the victim,” she clarified. The villain swallowed. This was getting deftly deep.

“I guess I wanted to provoke the hero.” They pinched at the soft skin between their thumb and their index finger. It was an old, irreplaceable habit. But also oddly appeasing.

“Why?” the therapist pressed. Because I like them. A lot.

“Do I have to answer that?” They pinched their skin harder.

“Yes.” The villain’s tongue was heavy in their mouth. They couldn’t confess. To their therapist, maybe. But not to the mother of the hero.

“Isn’t that completely irrelevant?”

“Why are you dodging the question?” Taking in a shaky breath, the villain looked at the photos of the hero. The hero was bewitching. Not even their looks but also their values were enchanting. To see with how much dedication the hero was ready to risk their own life to save someone else inspired the villain. They wanted to be better because of the hero. The villain was so smitten with them that they would have tried to get them the moon on a stick.

They would do everything to see them smile.

“I think…I think I like them.”

“Do you mean “like” as in romantically interested?” the therapist asked. The villain’s grimace was ephemeral.

“Doc, you can be a real pain in my ass,” they said through clenched teeth. She smiled softly.

“Your feelings influence your actions. By analysing them you will have a better chance at understanding yourself and why you do the things you do. If you want to observe any change in your behaviour, if you want to have a happier life, you will have to know what makes your life so miserable in the first place. Only then you will have the chance to work on changes, beginning with figuring out your feelings and accepting them.”

The villain raised their eyebrows, filling their lungs with a lazy long breath.

“It’s also a delicate bonus when my hypothesis gets confirmed,” she added. Without wasting time, she continued. “Try telling them how you feel, what kind of relationship you want. Honesty is the basis of all healthy relationships.”

The villain wanted to say something, anything, to protest and say it all was a cruel joke. Because a relationship with the hero was impossible. The feeling wasn’t even mutual and now their therapist was proposing this disaster. This wasn’t solving any problems, this was just creating new ones and above all the hero was-

The front door slammed shut, tearing the villain out of the ball pit full of thought spirals.

“Ah, honey. Great timing,” the therapist said, setting down her cup of tea. The villain’s head whipped around, their eyes locked on the panting hero standing in the doorway. “You should sit with us.”

part 2

[jamesisthesun]

jegulus headcanons (in honor of jegulus week)

happy jegulus week!! the amount of times I’ve cried about them this week alone- let’s not talk about it. Anyways feel free to add your own headcanons, I would love to hear them. I’m thinking of making playlists, I’m starting with a jegulus one I’ll add the link on here later on. also if anyone has fic recs please tell me!! just please tell me the title and author (especially if it’s on ao3) just to let you all know, some of the songs might not fit this exact headcanon but they do fit other headcanons, I’m a very indecisive person so I have multiple headcanons, especially revolving around the break up. And I made it a collaborative playlist, so anyone can add songs, just please don’t delete any. -Maria<3

here’s the link<3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Hm6RTG4EIiDwPi6xVa6a9?si=LrU5AGLPR6qgzk5CzIV6Cw

enemies to friends to lovers

it all started one night at the astronomy tower

James fell first.

it was awkward at first, but after a while of “coincidentally” finding each other there, they got comfortable with each other

that’s when James realized that Regulus is actually really talkative

they were both talkative, could, and did, spend hours talking. jumping from one subject to another.

by the end of the night they didn’t even remember what they started talking about in the first place

they started talking in James’s 5th year and Regulus’s 4th and started started dating in James’s 6th year and Regulus’s 5th

it was great. although James hated lying to the rest of the marauders, especially Sirius.

but for once, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to put his happiness before he put everyone else’s. so he did.

and God was he happy

it was weird for him at first, since he had a crush on Lily for years.

their banter continued, especially on the quidditch field

James tried to convince Regulus to run away, but Regulus refused. especially after Sirius ran away

Regulus knew that for Sirius to be safe from their parents he had to stay behind

so he did

James’s offer was still up though

the moment James knew he was in love with Regulus was when he made Regulus genuinely smile/laugh for the first time

Regulus knew he was in love with James while he was rambling about something and James listened to him.

no one had done that before, at least the way James did

he liked it, he loved it. he loved that he was able to talk about his interests and his passions, he loved that the person he was talking to actually listened and seemed genuinely interested in the conversation.

that’s when they first kissed, Regulus made the first move

James froze, he didn’t know what to do

Regulus thought that he ruined what they had, so he pulled away, rambling apologies

he quickly stopped when he felt James’s lips on his

they always met up at the astronomy tower

sometimes in abandoned classrooms

Lily knew about them

she was actually the one that would give James advice

it was great, they were happy

James always called him ‘love’, ‘small star’, ‘baby black’, ‘reg’, ‘Reggie’, etc

James had an infinite amount of nicknames for him

Regulus had some for James to

especially in French, James loved it when he spoke French

‘mon amour/my love’, ‘chéri/darling’, ‘love/amour’, ‘golden boy’, etc

James also loved it when Regulus played the piano

James knew how to play the piano, he learned when he was a kid

he pretended he didn’t

he asked Regulus to “teach” him

he loved to hear Regulus talk, Regulus putting his hands on top of James’s

it was romantic, James was a helpless romantic

Regulus walked in on James playing the piano perfectly one day

to say he was shocked was an understatement

he loved it

they played together all the time

then Regulus got the dark mark

he broke it off with James

didn’t tell him why, James was heartbroken

everyone noticed of course

he didn’t eat as much

he either slept a lot or not at all

never played piano again, he used to always play

he tried to hide it, hide his heartbreak

he tried to be “golden boy” again

he was able to fool almost everyone

but Sirius, Remus, Peter, Marlene, Mary,his parents. they noticed something was going on

he never told them, Lily was the only one that knew

Regulus noticed too, it broke him

James eventually found out about the mark, he was mad, upset, heartbroken all over again

Regulus wasn’t doing much better

as much as he regretted breaking up with James, he knew he couldn’t keep him. It was too dangerous, he couldn’t risk James’s life not that it mattered in the end

it was hard but they were getting through it

then James and Lily started dating

Regulus was heartbroken again but he was happy

he was happy for him

because for the first time in a while, James looked happy

then the war started

they never truly got over each other, especially Regulus

Regulus found out that James and Lily got married and were expecting a child

he was happy for them, worried too, but overall happy

when he found out Peter was a death eater and that Peter had betrayed them he knew he had to prevent it

so when he found out about the horcruxes he knew he had to destroy it

for James

he came up with a plan (with Pandora’s help because they were platonic soulmates and you can’t convince me otherwise)

in his last moments, Regulus thought about James

he had hoped that he saved him, it was the least he could do sinceJames saved him

he thought about how proud Sirius would be

he died peacefully other than the painful fact that he was quite literally drowning knowing that James was going to be fine

he wrote a goodbye letter to James explaining everything

James was heartbroken when he read it

his parents died the same week

it wasn’t easy

he never stopped loving him

they were meant for each other, but they weren’t meant to be together

they were two worlds apart

he also wrote one for Sirius

he never opened it

lastly Halloween 1981 happened

James’s last thoughts were of Harry, Lily, Sirius, Remus

he wondered if Peter was okay

he thought about Regulus, he was finally going to see him again

might make a wolfstar, flowerpott, dorlene, and just different headcanons for different characters in different fandoms so…

also my tiktok is @marvelsfallingkink (same as my tumblr)

[russilton]

the max getting shitfaced and seeing george in lewis' flat au got me all 👀👀👀 what was the general idea behind it??? and assuming max gets absolutely dunked on, what did george say to shoo him away? - @ruszhou

Alrighty so the general idea actually starts one step backward, with an exhibitionism fic.

Sue me, when I say George would let Lewis fuck him in front of people, I mean it. And what’s a better way to address your friends newly growing gay realisation than to have him watch you get lovingly railed by your hung boyfriend.

This is also partially @thatsmemate’s idea because I, like all simp boyfriends, will expand on ideas she finds exciting for her attention. Anyway the exhibitionism fic never got finished, or started really, I have a sorta detailed middle smut sector, then I hit a bump where I couldn’t figure out how to continue, and ended up getting side tracked writing a prequel/set up about max getting plastered and showing up at lewis’ door to say sorry.

That… idk maybe some day? I’ll finish? It sorta follows max in the 21 season slowly realising that redbull sucks. And that he also sucks, and that he can’t keep deflecting blame onto Lewis and Merc and others, if he is the root of all his issues. Sort of taking in all the friends he “had” at redbull that got thrown under the car for him to get ahead. Pierre, Alex, daniil, perez. He can kind of rationalise it as the team tell him they just weren’t good enough, they’re just bitter. But he keeps feeling sicker with each race result. The stuff he says doesn’t feel right anymore. He can’t stand the voices around him that try to pad his ego. Then AD happens and he’s feeling weird and wrong when he runs into George who he’s hoping will punch him. Physical pain he can fight and all. But Lewis calls him not worth it and that’s what fucks him up bc it’s so much worse to get told he isn’t worth it. Plus George’s hatred he can’t justify as well (though if max knew he and Lewis were fucking he probably would have been able to).

Then in the weeks following AD he drinks a lot and isolates himself before getting really fucked up and going to see Lewis himself bc that’s the benefit of Monaco, where he is greeted with George, and then promptly passes out on their couch.

The next morning comes with talks and accepting blame and an agreement to do better

———

And there’s not much more to it than that! It started out as a sort of cathartic way to approach making a bigot deal with their actions.

I am white, I’ve never been in Lewis’ specific position and I don’t pretend to, but as a trans person there are some similar things I’ve experienced and god do I want some of those fuckers to realise their lives suck and that making mine worse won’t help them.

At the time I could sort of write it bc I could still split fic max from IRL max. But then the season continued AND all the piquet shit happened… it just ended up feeling wrong to write. And that’s happened with more drivers tbh, max is for sure the WORST, but, perez , alonso and sainz I also avoid mentioning. Norris and albon are on that edge. I just ended up wanting to focus on other drivers who don’t make me feel conflicted.

Exhibitionism isn’t off the table tho, that’s what I have a George/Lewis + Valtteri fic for hahaha.

Fuck it here’s another bit of that fic bc I think George is funny even if I might not return to it

———

Alone. Even when he’s dragged back inside he feels alone. The back slaps from partying engineers start to hurt. He can’t hide anymore, Lewis ripped him open with just 3 words. Not worth it. They echo in his mind, never leaving, he can’t bare to look at his trophy. Not worth it. He spends time online, tucked away in his apartment in clothes long since needed washing, reading what Lewis’ fans say about him. ‘Not worth it. He watches his own fans try to attack Lewis for being vocal, then for staying silent. He sees all the dehumanising things they said at his defence. Not worth it. He watches his own interviews, feels sick listening to himself talk. He is sick when his dad visits and berates him for not properly enjoying a win he deserved. It’s no wonder that between resting his head on a freezing toilet rim berating himself, a very expensive bottle of Whisky and a few unanswered calls, he finds himself on Lewis’ doorstep. They didn’t live far apart after all, most drivers in Monaco didn’t. He doesn’t even remember how he got there, but he knows he must look like shit when Lewis opens the door to his flat and his eyes widen

“Max, what are you-, holy shit man are you okay?” Even after everything Lewis is concerned, and that’s all it takes for the walls to finally crumble. If he wasn’t so drunk he’d have been embarrassed by how quickly the tears poured, heaving sobs as the shame crashes over him. Lewis is so much more than he’ll ever be and Max has built an empire on rotting foundations. He doesn’t know what to do, how he’s supposed to fix all this, and now here he is on his rivals doorstep sobbing like a bitch.

Lewis has every right to slam the door in his face. Max would. But Lewis isn’t Max, instead he steps forward immediately, hands hovering as he tries to figure out what the hell is happening, making max weep harder, finally choking out strangled sorries between sobs. As soon as Lewis hears that, he’s tugging max into his flat, shutting the door and wrapping a strong arm around his back and guiding him over to soft and cosy couches, making him sit. Max is lost in his own tears for a while, only sort of registering Lewis setting a glass of water in front of him, and slipping Max’s phone out of his hand to rest on the table. Max is far too drunk at this point, the exhaustion of lacking sleep and food combining with the alcohol into a mix that makes him black out. It’s getting fuzzy, but max is pretty sure that there are more than one set of hands guiding him to lie down, pulling off his shoes and tugging a big blanket over him. There are fingers in his hair, trying to calm him down, and they work too well, max slips into a restless sleep as soon as his breathing stops coming in hitching shudders.

When he wakes, it’s bright out, and his head is pounding worse than after he hit the barriers at jeddah. His mouth is dry, and his limbs ache. His face is sticky and neck stiff from the awkward angle and polo collar he’s apparently slept in. When he can blink one eye open past the blinding light that makes his head scream, he realises he has no fucking idea where he is. He shuts his eyes again and wills the couch below him to swallow him whole, so he doesn’t have to get up and face whatever mess he’d created. He may not remember anything, but he knows a crying hangover when he feels it.

“Ah, the visitor awakens”

A sudden voice speaks next to him, and Max practically bolts up, completely unaware anyone was with him. This turns out to be a mistake as his gut rolls violently, and he hides his face in his knees to try and avoid vomiting.

“Oh Jesus, careful idiot, you’ll throw up,” the unknown voice says, getting closer and then there’s a hand on his back, rubbing between his shoulders

“Lew, hon grab a trash can, I think the couch is in danger” Lewis. He’d shown up to Lewis’ flat last night, that he now remembers. But the voice next to him isn’t Lewis, that’s clear, some part of max knows he’s heard it before. It only takes a couple seconds and then there’s shuffling next to him, and the couch dips on his other side. The movement sends a new ripple of nausea through him, and when he squints an eye open, he’s glad there’s now a small office trash can between his legs.

“Hey Max, good to see you awake” Lewis voice is calm and welcoming, which is a shock considering anyone who was awoken by a sobbing drunk in the early hours of the morning had a fair reason to be annoyed. It takes max a second to reply, waiting till he’s mostly sure he isn’t going to hurl as soon as he opens his mouth.

“I… I feel like I have been hit by a truck”

“You certainly look like it” that’s the unknown voice again, and Max finally manages to open his eyes enough past the dull throbbing at his temples to see who it is. To his complete surprise, none other than George Russell perched on his other side. George looks rumpled, usually well sculpted hair flopping softly over his forehead. His face looks softer, at least softer than max had seen it in a long time, and he’s wearing a big yellow sweater with a 100 across the chest that max is near certain is Lewis’. George must notice the dawning confusion in Max’s eyes, because he sighs and hauls himself up, before turning back to max and Lewis

“I’m making coffee, this is not a conversation I can have uncaffinated”

[saintobio]

Utahime really just fucked up her wonderful and loving and close friendship with yn for a guy she wasn’t sure would really dedicate himself and is your best fucking friend’s ex. Not ex bf, EX Fucking HUSBAND!!!!!! Bitch satoru obviously hasn’t moved on like tf? he asked yn to take him back sis but that is not the point? Howwww in the hell did you think apologies would somehow mend your friendship with yn!? she is your best friend, your boss, your go to. Now you lost her and you can’t be sure satoru will stay. I just- AAAAA

Anonymous said

OMFG Utahime actually did it 😭 Satoru and utahime actually did it! I may sound mean but that relationship was made to end bad. You cannot expect to fuck your best friend’s bf or fuck your ex’s best friend and think you will have a happy ever after story. No it just doesn’t work that way 💀💀 I feel so bad for Y/N. It is as if the whole world is against her omg

Anonymous said

hi saint i really liked this chapter! i know this is a bit dumb but i couldnt take my mind off a phobia i have & u just dropped the chapter and now im completely distracted about it 😭 about the whole thing w utahime i actually think its wrong and dont blame y/n bc utahime knows practically everything like idk i find it weird dating ur friends ex bc you know stuff you know details of that relationship and yea... also the gasp i let out when gojo & hime were sorting things out 😶 and lastly i always promise myself to wait until all chapters are released to binge read everything one night but I can't 😩 i really really love your work hope you have a good day 💓💓💓

Anonymous said

It's sad it's utahime because throughout sn yn had didn't have a friend on her side. Toji and her family are a romance and family. She didn't have a friend of her own she can lean and not to invalidate shoko but she's still satoru's friend. I'm talking about someone she can call her own.

Gojo always hurts her in the end :/

And if utahime actually thinks without the alcohol or hormones she should know all the trouble she'll have getting caught in this mess.

Anonymous said

utahime is a snake frfr. like just imagining how much yn must have told her about her previous relationship with gojo and how much she suffered mentally and probably felt like gojo never loved her and to see her turn around and “fall” for him?? like wtf? yn believed she was the one person free of judgement who could help her navigate the situation and listen to her feelings without judgement and instead it feels like she took heavy advantage of the knowledge she had from yn (and yn’s complicated emotions about him) as well as gojo’s lingering feelings yet desire to be happy himself to insinuate herself in his life. idk what kind of “friend” could do some shady shit like that. and then going up to yn crying??? (like cassie’s bitch ass) she knew what she did was wrong or she wouldn’t have felt so guilty so she genuinely sucks as a friend. she doesn’t deserve yn’s grace or friendship and i hope yn renounces her as a friend or something. (team shoko ftw) she a fucking snake and i don’t trust that kind of behavior. i would never do that shit to my friends and if my friends ever did that to me, we’d be throwing hands. (of course not canon utahime cause that woman could step on me and i’d say thank you😔) but i loved this chapter and we love and appreciate you and the time you make to update and answer asks. i hope things go well for you at work and w office dude!!!❤️❤️

Anonymous said

idc what anyone says f*ucking or flirting in ANY way with your bestfriend's husband/boyfriend is sooooo wrong. utahime was wrong for that big time. sure, satoru was a bit wrong for that but the fact that we told utahime EVERY single thing... how we felt about satoru.....

OH THIS BITCH NEEDS TO BE PUT DOWN

as for yn, i understand she was heartbroken but lets not pretend she was sad because it was JUST her best friend, even if it were anybody else she still wouldve been deastated. that just happens just admit that you still love him and go GAWDAYM.

utahime, listen to me… this isn’t you. this isn’t you, okay? 😭 you are not cassie. lmao kidding aside, i don’t think she’s a “snake” per se. gojo and yn are not married, so technically, she didn’t steal him from her. it’s more so the fact that it feels morally wrong that she’s seeing her ex-husband.

[shorkbrian]

How about some barbarian bakugo noncon?

Prelude - One time I came home from a walk and smelled this scent so freaking thick that I could taste it, and I almost threw up cause it smelled like skinning a deer but like, ten times worse?? and I was like lol that’s kinda weird and it turns out the neighbor had caught a skunk in a catch-and-release trap (which we gave him cause we didn’t want him catching a skunk in a trap that’d kill it) and apparently decided to kill it right then and there, and just let it by the edge of his property, right by my car. That was fun. 

Anyways, Katsuki makes a big deal about reader looking different in this. You can take that any way you’d like. Personally, I was feeling insecure about my freckles (I have so many that my skin almost looks even-toned because they almost all touch rip) and my hair color/odd face so I wrote him liking that reader looked different. It’s not super deep lol

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader X slight Izuku Midoriya

Warnings - NSFW, dubcon, noncon, voyerisum, exhibistionism, blood mention lol. Idk groping?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=OPHwLWXrTsiNQ42SlMKLEg

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There is a point where you stop screaming.

A point when you realize that no one is coming to save you, that you’re wasting your breath, that it’s fruitless. Does nothing more than raw your throat and grate against your own ears.

It’s no use. The Barbarian King seems unaffected, perhaps even spurred on by your ear-splitting screams. There’s no reason to scream anymore - it’d be impossible to scream forever.

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Village in flames, corpses littering the streets. You’d heard about the stench of death from books, from traveling warriors who stop in your village for a night, regaling the people with tales of heroics and strength. It smelled quite different from what you had imagined though.

Metallic, yes, but tangy, thick enough for you to taste the iron seeping into the ground. Raw, like the scent of the butcher’s shop, heavy and suffocating - you hadn’t been able to breathe.

Everything had happened so fast, too fast. People were dead, people were dying, people were killing and being killed. You had been running, trying to escape the stifling aroma of your village being drained, the barbarians running amok through the streets leeching out it’s lifeblood.

Then you had been falling, tripped up by a loose limb on the ground, a body still warm and rattling with it’s last breaths. Shocked by the vivid image of the gore underneath you, a man reaching for his severed arm, you hadn’t been able to catch yourself as you fell, a cry leaving your lips.

Darkness.

And then light as you slowly blinked to awareness, slumped on the ground. A line of prisoners, prizes from the raid. You were one of them, hands bound to your neck, ankles tied to the people on either side of you. Two men had come by after a while, a green haired man in dress similar to your own - perhaps a captured man from the village?

The other man was bare chested, as many of the barbarians were, gold and red paint swirled across his skin in intricate, sharp patterns. He looked fearsome, and he barked at the green haired man accompanying him who scribbled furiously onto paper at each utterance of the fearsome blonde man.

They seemed to be going down the lengthy line of prisoners, assigning them? Selecting them for something? You didn’t know, couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were numb, sealed off from the horrific event you had just experienced, safe within your cocoon of forced apathy.

And then the two men were in front of you, the blonde man silent as he stared you down, the green haired man with his pen poised, though he studied you also.

But they quickly moved on, the barbarian barking something at his companion, before striding to the next prisoner.

You had been untied from your fellow captives, led through the barbarian camp. Red tents, warm fires and laughter filled the space, bare-chested warriors of both genders celebrating their recent victory.

The large red tent you had been led to was warm, a fire crackling in the deep pit in the center, silky furs softening the harshness of the ground. There was a table in front of the fire, a large basin filled with water nearby, close to the fire. A desk in the corner, near the tent flap, and a folding screen hiding the back of the tent from view.

Promptly tied to the leg of a table, you were left alone, the woman who had dragged you here leaving before you could ask what was happening.

Shortly, green hair popped through the tent flap, quickly followed by the rest of the man from earlier, the one dressed like your people.

“Izuku Midoriya!” He had introduced himself, giving a little flourish as he bowed, before being pushed aside as the fearsome blonde from before entered the tent.

Still tied to the leg of the table, numb to the world, you merely stared at the ground when the two men approached.

“What’s your name?” The green haired man - Izuku - asked.

He was met with a blank stare.

The blonde man growled at your lack of answer, spitting something in his native tongue, words you didn’t understand. Izuku seemed to shrink, before turning to address you again.

“Please tell us your name. Kacchan is not the most patient man.”

The fearsome man beside him bared his teeth towards you, and you shrank back. He did not seem the type of person who tolerated being left waiting.

“(Y/N)….” You whispered, eyes falling to the ground.

“(Y/N), ah! Such an interesting name, the first part means-“ Izuku was cut off from his ramble with a shove from the blond man - Kacchan - who crouched down in front of you, rolling your name around his tongue.

Turning, he spoke to Izuku in the same jumbled language, who listened, then addressed you as Kacchan turned back to study you again.

“Kacchan would like to know uhm, uuh.....” Izuku trailed off, uncertain eyes flickering between you and the blonde.

Kacchan scoffed, listening to Izuku’s hesitancy with disdain, saying something directed at the younger man, yet Kacchan’s eyes were fixed on you the entire time. It was intimidating.

“He uh, wants to know ifyou’reavirgin.”

Oh god.

Even though the man’s words were rushed, you understood, limbs beginning to shake. You were going to be violated.

A finger poking your calf made you jump, the blonde man leering at you, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised as if to say “Well?”

You shook your head - lovers had existed in your life, not many, but you still cherished each one deeply, thought back on the experiences you shared fondly.

When relayed this information, the blonde man seemed to grin even wider, rising to his feet. “This will be easier then, no need to go slow.”

With a gasp, you lifted your gaze, wide eyes taking in the man hovering above you. His words were completely forgotten as you took in the shock of understanding his words. He spoke your tongue? Wasn’t he using an interpreter? Why-?

The confusion must be apparent on your face, because Kacchan scoffed, turning to stride to the table, taking a seat facing the fire.

“It pays to play dumb.”

“Loose lipped locals give information more freely when they assume that Kacchan can’t understand them.” Izuku beamed, crouching down in the Barbarian’s previous place to begin untying the rope binding your hands and feet to the table leg.

“Stand up for me please.”

You did as Izuku asked, shakily rising to your feet with a helping hand from Izuku on your arm. He began leading you towards the basin nearby, Kacchan watching the two of you with sharp eyes.

“Do you need help with the fastenings?” Giving Izuku a confused look, your eyes fell to the basin, to the fire, to Kacchan seated at the table. Were they going…. Were they going to boil you alive? Eat you?

Trembling even harder now, it was only Izuku’s surprisingly strong grip on your arm that kept you upright, knees giving out beneath you.

“Help her out, she’s damn near useless.” Kacchan’s strong voice cut through the air, the air that seemed too thick, the air that was choking you, throat closing up.

What does one even do in this situation? Do you beg for your life? Scream for help? Who would come? Accept your inevitable fate?

There was no time to make a decision, however, because Izuku’s nimble fingers were pulling at the fastening of your dress, quickly unlacing it.

You were numb again, fingers leaden, legs heavy, mind fuzzy and listless. Izuku peeled down the top of your dress, and you barely thought to cover yourself - you’d be dead in minutes anyways, what did it matter?

Still, your hands rose to your breasts, shielding them from view involuntarily. Kacchan snorted from his sweat, but said nothing.

When you were completely bare, an arm over your chest, a hand over your sex, Izuku ushered you towards the basin, prompting you to step into it.

This was it, you were going to die.

One last shot of fear raced up your spine, and you turned to the green haired man by your side, his hand falling away from the small of your back. “Please, please don’t kill me, I don’t know what I did but please spare my life. Please, I’m sorry.”  Tears were burning your vision, throat choked up with thickness.

Kacchan burst into laughter. “I’m not gonna kill you, the fuck?! Goddamn, your people call us barbarians yet you’re afraid of a bath, fucking hypocrites.” There was a mirthful glint in his eyes when you looked at him, the man leaning back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he relaxed.

Izuku chuckled also, putting his hand on your lower back again, gently pushing you towards the basin. “You’ll be okay, it’s just some warm water. It’s close to the fire because we don’t want you to catch a chill. You know, the human body actually operates best when it’s within the temperatures of-“

“Deku, shut your trap before I come kick your ass, just get the girl into the water, you dumb fuck.”

The water was warm, and it felt pleasant against your skin, just on the right side of too warm, hot enough to have you relaxing your shoulders as you sank down lower, the liquid covering you up to your neck.

Izuku-Deku? Held your hair out of the way, quickly using a scoop to wet down the strands before rubbing some kind of herbal scrub through your scalp, cleaning out the dirt and debris that had gathered during the raid. You were certain you were absolutely filthy, covered in mud and small scraps, half of your side crusted with dried blood and muck from falling in the bloody street.

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at your earlier panic, silly and like a stupid child, thinking that they were going to boil and eat you. It was clear now what their intent had been, but riddled with fear your thoughts had been clouded and slow.

Fear was still present, rolling through your brain in waves, goosebumps rising from your flesh as you tried to hypothesize what was going to happen to you. From their earlier questioning, you had a faint idea, but you couldn’t bear to think about that outcome, didn’t know if you could tolerate it.

Instead, you let the warm water soothe your body, washing away the grime and dust. Izuku’s hands were gentle in your hair, as he massaged your scalp, as he rinsed out the soap. You tried to ignore how his breath hitched whenever you shifted - you couldn’t keep all of your body covered, no matter how you positioned yourself.

His hands disappeared from your hair, instead prompting your to sit up straight so he could scrub at your body with a cloth smelling of the herbal soap.

It felt weird, and goosebumps arose on your skin as strange hands touched your body. You closed your eyes and endured, for there was nothing else that could be done.

Running would be a bad idea - a naked woman sprinting through the barbarian camp would surely be caught and violated, or brought back to this tent for some twisted punishment. And you could only run if you managed to get past the two men, who ere watching you like hawks, and much, much stronger than you.

Izuku’s hands paused briefly at your chest, eyes flickering over to the blonde man, who nodded in permission. Then Izuku’s hand were running the cloth across your breasts, washing them in gentle circular motions, taking care to not scrub too hard or push too deep.

You bit your tongue as you waited for it to be over.

And it was soon, at least that part. Then the green haired man was instructing you up on your knees, facing him. Telling you to grab onto his shoulder (the man was also kneeling) and spread your legs apart.

Trembling limbs obeyed, face flushing bright red as you followed his commands, eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his own flushed face.

He ran the cloth down your back, over your ass, then slipped it between your legs to wash your sex with easy swipes of the cloth. The man’s breathing picked up subtly, and you could tell, leaning up against him as you were. His hands wandered, the cloth moving slower and slower upon your cunt, almost stroking at your folds, his fingers pressing through the cloth.

“Oi, Deku! Keep your shitty hands to yourself, you’re supposed to be washing her up, not feeling her up, shitbrain.” Kacchan barked, slamming his fist down against the table to get Izuku’s attention.

Both you and the man in front of you jumped, Izuku immediately blushing the deepest red you’d ever seen, flashing the blonde an apologetic look and you a nervous smile, before he seemed to gather himself, continuing to dutifully cleanse your nether regions.

It was awkward for the both of you, feeling his hands run over your private areas, over your sex, through your ass cheeks. But then he was down, rinsing you off with scoops of warm water before fetching a large towel, ushering you out of the basin, holding out the towel to wrap around your body when you stepped out.

Then you were ushered closer to the fire, sat upon a small stool as you huddled close to the warmth, clutching the towel tightly around you. The air was quite warmer than outside, but was still cold to your wet skin.

Izuku began running his fingers through your hair, parting knots, patting sections dry with a corner of the towel. By the time he was finished, you felt warm again, face rosy from the heat of the fire.

The heat felt pleasant, like the feeling of a full belly after a long day.

You were tired, exhausted from the emotional weight you had endured. Village burned, tripping over corpses and disembodied limbs, taken captive, forced away from your fellow villagers.  Stripped down and fondled - at this point, you just wanted to sleep.

To sleep and sleep, wake up and have this all be a bad dream. Some twisted nightmare your mind conjured up while in the warmth and safety of your own home.

A large hand upon your shoulder roused you from your half-asleep state, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the quietness of the tent. You jumped, turning to find Kacchan towering over you and Izuku both.

Kacchan crouched, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hair, then onto your cheek. “You look so fuckin’ weird.”

Izuku sputtered. “Oh my god, what he means to say, is that we’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re… quite unique, and very um, attractive.”

You leaned away from the hand on your cheek, and Kacchan let you, red eyes blinking slowly as they scanned your features.  He was an odd man, as was Izuku. There was an obvious dynamic of power, Izuku submitting to Kacchan willingly.

“Alright, you’re dry enough, get up.” You blinked at Kacchan, processing his words, before he huffed out a breath, rising to his own feet. “C’mon, let’s go, are you stupid? Get the fuck up.”

You scrambled to your feet, towel still wrapped tightly around your body, preserving your modesty.

Kacchan’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you along with him as he strode towards the back of the tent, towards the sectioned screen acting as a wall.

“Deku, make your ass useful and dump out the bathwater, will ya?”

You weren’t able to see Izuku move due to the hand forcing your head forward, but you could hear his footsteps as he hurried to do what Kacchan instructed.

Rounding the screen, it was clear to see that this was where the Barbarian King slept, a pile of cozy-looking furs strewn in a pile on the ground.

You were promptly shoved towards them, stumbling down to your knees as you lost your balance. The furs provided cushion though, soft and inviting.

But you were scared again.

It was happening, it was going to happen, you were going to raped by the King.

Turning back towards the man, you began to plead, hands securing the towel around your shoulders like a safety blanket. “Sir, please, don’t do this, why me? You can have anyone, not me, please not me.”

He ignored you in favor of beginning to strip, unfastening his cloak, removing his weapons. You decided to try and appeal using a more personal approach.

“Kacchan-“

Suddenly the man was in your face, his own visage twisted into a growl.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that. Stupid ass Deku made that shit up when we were kids, I’m not some brat anymore. I’m Katsuki-“ He backed away from you, leaving you trembling. “-Barbarian King.”

The man resumed removing his clothes, dropping his belt to the ground, grumbling as he began to undo his pants. “Should beat his fuckin’ ass for calling me that, so goddamn disrespectful. Fuck him, stupid little ass wipe twerp-“

You tuned him out, frozen. What could you do? Another impasse where your options were none.

A strong hand gripped your shoulder, or more accurately, your towel, tugging it forcefully away from you.

“No!” You cried, trying to pull it back, to cover yourself, but the man was stronger, ripping it away before you could utter another word.

“No! Stop, please!” You tried again, finally taking in Kacc-Katsuki before you. He was naked now, aside from the paint decorating his skin. His cock was quickly hardening, plumping up with each step he took towards you as you scrambled backwards.

“Katsuk-Katsuki, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything! Please just have someone else!” You sobbed, back finally meeting the wall of the tent.

Katsuki smirked, crouching down just out of your reach. “You’ll do anything? You’ll let my horde use you as a toy then?”

Dread flowed through your already fear-filled body, and you gulped thickly, eyes closing.

“No?”

Shaking your head, you started to cry silently, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You’re already doing fucking anything.” Katsuki growled, hand shooting out to grab your ankle, dragging you down and towards him.

A high-pitched cry left you as he pulled you under him, until he was hovering over you, grinning. “Cry all you want, ain’t gonna change a damn thing. In fact-“ He surged down, until his forehead touched your own, red eyes blazing “-It just turns me on more.”

The man pulled away, a hand falling heavily around your throat, giving a compulsory squeeze before hie started moving his hand downwards, fingers skimming across your flesh.

Immediately, your own hands caught his own, trying to still their journey as they neared your breasts. Katsuki paused, a sound akin to a growl falling from his throat as his eyes flickered away from your body and up to your own eyes.

There was a threat there, a warning. Let him touch, or else. Trembling, you removed your hands, instead grabbing at the furs you rested upon. Katsuki made a gruff sound of approval, before resuming his exploration of your body.

“You’re like nothing I’vs ever seen before, know that? Like some fuckin’ alien or something, but damn, you’re gorgeous. Didn’t even know someone could look like this.” He mused, entranced as he watched his hands splay over your body, pinching at your skin, caressing your breasts, slipping over your stomach and down between your legs.

“Oh god, pleaseee-“ You sobbed out, cringing as a finger trailed down your slit.

Katsuki stilled, quirking a brow as he smiled meanly. “Please what? You wanna cum?”

“Please stop…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut again as he found your clit, giving it a few quick rubs.

The man scoffed, before quickly teasing one of his fingers into your tight hole. “Tough shit, I’ve never had whatever the fuck you are, I ain’t stopping”

His finger burned, dry and too large, and you struggled to keep from clenching down upon it in discomfort, trying to force out the intrusion. This would go easier if you relaxed, if you let him have his way. You knew that, rationally, but it was hard to make you body obey.

Katsuki prepped you quickly, fingering you open until he deemed you ready, withdrawing his fingers and crudely wiping them off upon your thigh. You twitched away at the wetness, at your own slick being cleaned off  on your skin, but Katsuki ignored you.

“Why do you look like this anyway? What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asked coarsely, shuffling off of your thighs, moving to lounge by your side, studying you.

The man seemed to be taking a break, more interested in your looks than fucking you, but you were glad for the reprieve, trying to wipe tears from your face as you struggled to think of a response.

“I-I don’t know?” You finally spoke, genuinely at a loss for how to explain your appearance.

Katsuki studied you with sharp eyes, a hand reaching down to his cock, beginning to absent-mildly pump himself while he looked you over.

“I’ve traveled through every shitty little village in the north, met with the damn piss-baby tribes of the east, I’ve ransacked the towns of spoiled nobles, and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”

You sat up, subtly shuffling away from the Barbarian King while you shrugged, at a loss.

Your appearance wasn’t anything superiorly unusual, but apparently it piqued Katsuki’s interest. Yes, your skin was perhaps a bit different, but it’s not like you were inhuman.

Katuski seemed to get tired of talking though, settling further back into the furs, getting himself comfortable as he jerked himself off. You refused to look between his legs.

“Alright, whatever. Get up here.”

Pausing, you looked at him incredulously. Did he mean on his lap? His chest? You didn’t want to be anywhere near him - wouldn’t he find more pleasure with someone who was willing?

“Are you fucking deaf? C’mon, up.” He growled, patting his thigh, urging you over.

A gulp before you started moving, limbs heavy and hesitant, unwilling as you slowly crawled forward, towards the intimidating, impatient blonde.

You straddled his thighs unsteadily, swinging your leg over, trying to avoid touching his cock.

Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, you caught sight of it, the red tip, the precum making his length shine, the wrinkly, darker skin of his balls, his blond pubes.

You cringed, distaste evident upon your face, and you heard Katsuki chuckle darkly before his hands grabbed your hips, dragging you forward.

“What, don’t fucking like what you see? Am I not to your taste? I’ve fucked whorebag princesses less fussy than you. Get over yourself.” He spat, before taking a hand off your hip, reaching underneath you to line himself up as his other hand kept you lifted.

You trembled in his hold, twitching and swaying to the side, but this was unavoidable.

A gasp left your lips as he entered you, tip slipping through your folds, teasing into your wet hole, stretching you out.

Katsuki let out a groan, slowly dropping you down until he could remove his hand from his cock, returning it to your hip, guiding you to push further down. You felt disgusting, his cock sliding against your velvety insides, dirtying your walls with leaking precum.

When your sit bones rested against his upper thighs, his cock resting fully inside you, it felt impossible to breathe, your chest rising to draw in air but failing, the distress you felt upon being speared open seemingly too much for your body to handle.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. You got a dirty little cunt, don’t you? Feels fucking amazing.” Katsuki groaned, moving his hips minutely, relishing the grip your inside had on his cock, how warm you were around him.

“Ride me, will you? I’m getting bored down here.” He snapped after a moment, delivering a harsh slap to your rear to emphasize his words, spurring you into tentative action.

Problem is, you didn’t want to.

Your palms rested against his heated chest, eyes raising to the ceiling as your cheeks burned. This was embarrassing, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be an active participant in your violation. What would that make you?

“Oi, princess - I don’t got all night.“ Katsuki growled, landing a significantly more-jarring hit to rear, hard enough to make you squeak and jump, hips twitching at the sensation of his cock moving around your pussy at the movement.

Afraid of more forceful repercussions, you started to move, slowly sliding up, then down, creeping along, hoping it’d be enough to satisfy the man.

It wasn’t.

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, before tightening his hold on your hips, planting his feet in the furs, then plunging into you with force. The sudden movement jostled you, and you fell forward with a cry, head bouncing onto Katsuki’s chest by your hands, the man groaning as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

“There we go, that’s fuckin’ nice.”

You cried into his chest, hands clutched into fists as you were bounced up and down, the led slap of skin too loud and jarring in the tent. The paint on Katsuki’s body was beginning to smear, sweat dampening his skin and letting the paint drip onto the ground, transfer to your own skin.

It was starting to feel good, make your stomach tighten, limbs tremble with pleasure instead of fear, and you hated it.

Slick sounds reached your ears, out of rhythm with Katsuki’s quick prods. It was wet, pulsing, as if someone-

Gasping breaths reached your ears, not from the man grunting beneath you.

Another round of cold fear dampened your arousal as you honed in on the sound, realizing it was coming from the other side of the screen.

Someone was on the other side of the screen, listening in to the Barbarian King taking you against your will.

A stuttered cry left you when Katsuki pushed too hard, hitting your sweet spot, making you clench and shudder, forgetting about the other person for a second.

But they were so loud, little gasps and moans, and the shlick, shlick, shlick, was getting faster and faster, it was impossible to ignore.

Should you try to tell Katsuki? Would he stop? Would he be mad? It was so disturbing, knowing someone was sitting on the other side of the screen,  jerking themselves off so obviously .

“Katsuki-Katsuki wait, oh-“ You started, quickly cut off by a series of battering thrusts against your sweet spot.

But you had to try again. “Wait, sto-o-op, wa-unh, unh, Katsuki pl-mmh!”

“Shut up, I don’t fucking care.” The man snapped, out of breath.

“But there’s-oh…. Katsuki there’s someo-“

“I don’t /fucking care/.” Katsuki reiterated, gritting his teeth. He shut you up with another perfectly placed push against your sweet spot, and a cruel spank against your already-stinging ass.

“Ow!” You yelped, clenching up.  It was clear now, that Katsuki was aware of the listener, he just didn’t mind. Maybe he got off on it, knowing someone was listening to him take apart his latest conquest.

Clenching up was the wrong response, because the Barbarian King swore, before his hips sped up, bouncing you so violently on his lap that you found it hard to breath, barely able to hang on for the ride.

“Oh…. (Y/N)….” The voice behind the screen moaned lowly, almost whispering.

It was Izuku.

You shivered, at the sound, feeling creeped out with the knowledge that the gentle, timid “interpreter” was listening. He must have returned at some point from dumping out the basin. You were feeling revolted by this entire situation, disgusted with Katsuki, Izuku, and most importantly with yourself.

Pleasure was building quickly in your stomach, zapping up into your chest, making you tingle and shake with the sensations assaulting your body.

“Sit back, fucking sit back-“ Katsuki panted, pushing at one of your shoulders to push you up, so he could see you as he fucked up into you, watch your body move, your face contorting in pleasure.

You felt like you couldn’t help it, your eyes closing, mouth falling open to let out girlish, high-pitched moans.

Your breasts were being jostled, jiggling up and down with the movement of your body, and it hurt. Hands moved to hold them, stopping their bouncing, but Katsuki appreciated the view apparently, because he groaned, pushing his head back while still trying to watch you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Keep touching yourself princess, keep moaning like a little slut. Let Deku know how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

Your body didn’t give you a choice, noises being pushed from your throat involuntarily as Katsuki pounded into you, red eyes trained on your frame, intense and unwavering.

An orgasm ripped through you, seemingly out of nowhere despite the steady buildup of it the past few minutes. You gasped, breathing catching in your throat, hips furiously grinding down against Katsuki’s as you rode it out, trying to stimulate your clit to intensify the feeling.

The noises leaving you were perverted; wet gasps, little squeaks and long moans as you fucked yourself onto Katsuki’s cock, previous hesitance forgotten in preference of chasing your pleasure.

Katsuki swore underneath you again, rabbiting his hips up into you in response, breathing raggedly as he neared his own release.

You were so lost in feeling the sensations in your own body, you didn’t register the stuttered groans on the other side of the screen, the speedy clicking of Izuku jerking himself through his own orgasm, the almost-silent spatter of his cum hitting the screen.

Katsuki swore once more, a vehement “Shit, shit!” before he pulled out quickly, orgasm apparently catching him by surprise, the first few warm strings of cum shooting into your warm cunt, adding to the wet mess of your own orgasm.

The rest was aimed onto the puffy lips of your slit, one of Katsuki’s hands leaving your hips to pump his cock as he gasped, hips twitching upward at the sudden temperature change from your burning heat to the air of the tent.

Then there was just the sound of three people breathing heavily, completely spent, sweaty and dirtied from sex.

Katsuki pulled you down onto his chest, chuckling breathlessly as he brought his clean hand to your head, ruffling your hair tiredly.

“Well, you’re a goddamn catch, pussy’s like a fuckin’ vice.” The crude comment made your cheeks color, but as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t find the energy to offer a rebuttal.

“I think you’re gonna stick around for a while.” Katsuki mused, and you felt your heart drop. “Yeah, you’re a keeper. Maybe if fuckface over there-“ The blond slapped at the screen “-can stop being a pervert, we could actually fuck without feeling creeped out.”  He growled, although the blonde didn’t sound irritated in the least.

A small “Sorry Kacchan” was whispered from the other side of the screen, and Katsuki laughed dryly.

“Tell you what bastard, maybe I’ll let you touch her a bit.” Katsuki said, a hand creeping down to knead at your ass. “Then you don’t have to act like a little freak. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you fuck her if you do good translating those maps we found. Got it, you little shitnugget?”

“Mm, alright Kacchan.” Came the tired response.

You were barely awake, already drifting off on Katsuki’s warm chest, too preoccupied with the red and gold paint no doubt smearing against your cheek than with the conversation going on around you.

You could panic about that later.

[sunbeammuhebi]

Anaconda Chapter 1

Sakusa x Reader | Enemies to Lovers | Super Slow burn

"The snake stood up for evil the garden"

y/n was your stereotypical popular college bad girl with tattoos and tongue piercing. She seemed hard to approach but y/n was always willing to help someone in need. She went to a few parties, broke a few rules, and lived her life the exact way she wanted to. That is until she met Sakusa Kiyoomi at a Halloween party. Sakusa was the exact opposite of her, a straight A business student at the rival university, followed all the rules, even made some, and was most definitely not a people person.

But they were drawn to each other for some reason…. Maybe it was because opposites attract?

Or maybe it’s because they had more similarities than they thought.

Also uploaded to Ao3 (which is a few chapters ahead):https://archiveofourown.org/works/37124218/chapters/92623801

Spotify playlist link ( I recommend to play on shuffle): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3dVLYNxeKQkC1EdbIFuJdl?si=65dfc4626e7f4548

Chapter 1: Python

“Hmmm red or green?” You ask your roommate Yachi while holdig up two different fitted dresses to your body. You were both getting ready for a big Halloween party hosted by one of your friends, Miya Atsumu. How were you friends with the most popular guys at your rival university? Your y/n l/n of course, who are you not friends with?

“To be honest, if you're going for something like a blinged out medusa, I think black would be perfect.” Yachi responds by handing you a black mid thigh fitted dress with a golden shimmer all over. It was strapless with long sleeves. You put the other dresses back on the rack and hold it up to your body while looking into the changing room mirror.

“Yachi you are a genius.” It felt perfect, it complimented your body perfectly. The only rule for the party was that the costumes had to be homemade or pieced together. That wasn’t a problem for you or Yachi since you're both Fashion designer majors.

“Now all we need to do is find you a skirt for your angel costume” You turn to Yachi, you’ve been friends ever since freshman year. A lot of people question your friendship, as you’re both an odd pair that doesn’t seem like it would work on paper. You were the famous “bad girl” of your school, you did what you wanted when you wanted to. Wore whatever what you felt like made you feel amazing. Yachi was more quiet and shy, she wasn’t a pushover but didn’t really strive for anything.

One day you were assigned to be partners for a project for midterms, sure it was weird at first but you both hit it off and have been friends ever since, you were even able to change roommates and room with Yachi. Even with your difference, you both balance each other out. Yachi goes along with all of your crazy ideas while keeping you in check, while you introduce her to the hidden thrills and fun of life.

You buy the dress from Flame Topic and walk out of the store to look in the other stores at the mall. The mall was packed with people looking for costumes for Halloween.

“Seems like everyone is out trying to find a last minute costume.” Yachi says

“Yeah too bad there’s not much left.”

“Yeah, maybe I should just wear the skirt I have back in the dorm.”

You turn your head to her and shake your head.

“No way, that skirt would be too tame, plus it’s too long and not even the same shade of white as your top.”

“ Yeah you're right.”

“You don’t have to listen to me though Yachi, if you want to wear that skirt you can.”

“ No it’s fine, you're right, I should try something new!”

You both get on the escalator to go down to this famous store called Python, which was more on the alternative side. It definitely wasn’t your Starbucks, cardigan, and ugg type of girl store. It was the vibrators and dildos in the back type of store and you loved that.

While going down the escalator you notice Atsumu and his friends going up in the opposite one. You see Aran, Suna, Bokuto, Hinata, and someone else you can’t make out. You're not even sure if you’ve seen them before. You could tell he had black wavy hair and two moles above his right eyebrow. Who was he?

“Hey piss head, over here!” You shout at them not caring about everyone else on the escalator.

“Hey who are you calling piss head!” Atsumu shouts back. You hold up a peace sign. Everyone waves and says hi to you and Yachi.

“Why are you even here Atsumu, don’t tell me you're not prepared for your own halloween party.”

“ I actually am prepared, I’m just looking for a costume for one of my friends here.” You wondered who it was he’s looking for. It was most likely Bokuto, he seems the most forgetful.

“Good luck with that, everything's damn near gone!” Your last shout as you and yachi reach the bottom.

“ You recognize the guy in the back y/n?”

“No I didn’t recognize him, must be one of Atsumu’s new friends.” You still find it weird how Atsumu didn’t mention this new random person, he usually tells you about all of the new friends he makes. As annoying as he is, he’s oddly great with people. You had to admit he was charming, but not charming enough to charm you to date him though. He gave up on that a long time ago and now you're both the best of friends.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Atsumu attractive , sure he was hot, but he just wasn’t your type

You and Yachi walk into Python and find Yachi the perfect white skirt for her angel costume. You also found yourself a cute pair of golden snake earrings. Snakes were your favorite animal, you found them pretty for some reason. They were beautiful animals with evil connotations and were symbols of sin. They reminded you of yourself.

After finding everything you needed from the mall you and Yachi drove back to your dorm room. While piecing together your costumes you call Atsumu to talk about his new friend.

“ Hey why didn’t you tell me you made a new friend huh?” You say while holding a few pins in your mouth. You made sure the pins didn’t touch your tongue piercing, not wanting anything to get caught or stuck.

“What are you jealous of?” You could see him making that snarky grin through the phone.

“No, just answer the damn question. I’m curious.”

“ Nah, I’m not gonna tell you just yet, I’ll let you meet him at the party tonight. “

“Don’t tell me you're trying to hook me up with someone, Atsumu.” He has tried this multiple times in the past. None of them ever worked out. For some odd reason Atsumu thinks you’d like guys who are just like you. You just know in your heart that you couldn’t date yourself, you’d but heads way too often.

“That is not what I’m doing, besides if that was the case then I would have already introduced you both. I know what type of person you are y/n, as much as you like playing games yer very impatient and a little brash.”

“ I didn’t ask for your observations of Atsumu, just tell me who he is.”

“Prime example”

“Uh whatever, this party better be fucking awesome or I swear I’m beating your ass.”

“ You don’t have to worry about that, I got it all covered, besides if I don’t, I would love to have your hands all over-”

You hang up on him mid sentence. Who was he to call you brash and impatient, he’s just as down bad as you are.

“Alright how do I look!” Yachi reveals her costume to you, and boy is it cute. As you peaked out from the bathroom door you looked at her costume.

The skirt she got from the mall wasn’t too short but wasn’t too long either, she wore a white ribbed crop top, white stockings, and a pair of flat square heels. The halo and wings topped it off.

“You look sexy as hell Yachi!”

“Ha ha, the irony. Are you almost finished with yo-” Yachi was too stunned to speak as you opened the bathroom door.

“ Oh my god y/n that looks amazing!”

The dress was perfect, the crown was perfect, the glow from your jewelry made it as if you were glowing. The black heels with golden bottoms looked great as well.

“Alright makeup time!”

Yachi went for a softer look while you were more bold, and had some glitter here and there.

You also decided to change your tongue piercing, instead of going with the normal silver ball, you changed it to a golden heart.

You and Yachi took a few pictures before leaving for the party.

In the car Yachi asks you a question.

“Y/n are you sure this okay, I feel like I’m showing too much.”

“ Since you're asking me, I think you look great and there’s nothing wrong with showing some skin Yachi, I think once Yamaguchi and Tsukki see you it won’t even be a problem anymore.”

“y/n!” Yachi says embarrassed.

“What I know, they both like you, and you like them, and you’ve been waiting for something to happen, trust me this will be the catalyst to a great night.”

“If you say so.”

“ But hey, all jokes aside, if you ever get uncomfortable just tell me and I’ll get the backup hoodie in the trunk for you.”

“Thanks y/n.”

“Of course! Look I love you Yachi, I wanna pull you out of your shell but I’m not gonna force you, I’m always gonna have your back.”

You both arrive at the party, you're a little late but that’s alright. The longer they wait the more impatient they get to see you. You finally find a parking spot and park your car. You enter Atsumu’s gigantic house and see people already partying like they’ve never partied before. There was a pool but you and Yachi didn’t plan to swim. The music was loud and intoxicating you to dance with someone already.

As you look for your friends you see all types of costumes, the create a costume from scratch idea was actually brilliant. Some costumes look like they took hours while others looked like it took five minutes, you and Yachi laugh at a few funny ones.

You see a head of yellow colored hair in the middle of the dance floor and to your surprise it’s Atsumu. You and Yachi make you way over to him

“Guess who shows up fashionably late!”

“Oh shit y/n late as ever!” Atsumu practly yells over the loud music. He was a zombie, whoever did his makeup did a good job but you had to tease him a little.

“ Wow Tsumu you came to your own halloween party as yourself, that’s kinda lame.” You tease.

“Whatever y/n, you know my costume is ten times better than yours. Even with all of the jewelry you are wearing.”

“ You wish.” You see Tsukki and Yamaguchi in the corner of your eyes, they seem to be talking at the staircase. Tsukishima’s dinosaur and Yamaguchi is a ghost. You elbow Yachi and point in their direction.

“Yeah, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi are there, Yachi , if you want to go party with them, and by the way your costume looks great.” Atsumu gives a thumbs up for her, she thanks him as she makes her way to their direction.

“Did you make her costume, it doesn’t look like something she would wear to a party.” Atsumu asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No she made it herself, I had to reassure her to actually wear it. But enough about all of that. Where’s your mystery friend you’ve been keeping from me?”

“He should be around here somewhere, he’s not much of a party person.”

“So you forced him to come is what I’m hearing.”

“No…Maybe….Yes. That’s not the point. “

“Then what is?”

“Look y/n I’ll let you meet him on your own, I think if I introduce you to him he’ll think you're a bad person. “

“Oh is that because your personality is so shitty he thinks anyone associated with you is shitty as well?” You ask innocently.

“No, why do you guys mock me like that all the time.”

“You can whine later, tell me where I can find him.”

“To be honest I have no idea, just one thing before you go looking, don’t try to touch him, he likes his personal space. He’s not a germaphobe but he’s pretty close to it.”

“Okay I’ll keep that in mind. Peace.” You make your way out of the dancing crowd. Why did you want to meet this person anyways, he doesn’t sound like someone who’d wanna be friends with you anyways. Maybe it’s because you are just curious as to how you don’t know someone this close to one of your closest friends.

“Hey Hey Hey y/n! You look great as always.” You run into Bokuto and Akaashi, they’re both wearing matching owl onesies, it was really cute you had to admit.

“Aww you two are adorable, I love the onesies.”

“Thank you.” Akaashi says. “You are looking for someone, you don’t usually attend parties alone.”

“Well Yachi is with glasses and freckles, I’m looking for Atsumu's new friend.”

“Hmm, new friend? Oh you mean Sakusa?”

“Yeah I guess.”

“ Sakusa isn’t much of a party person.” Bokuto says he doesn’t even have to yell, his boisterous voice projects over the damn music.

“So I heard. You know where I can find him?”

“He’s probably outside.” Akaashi answers.

“Okay thanks, have fun you two.” You wave and make your way outside.

The pool Atsumu owned is honestly pretty fucking awesome, but you didn’t feel like swimming at a costume party.

You look around and you didn’t see Sakusa but instead you found Hinata and Kageyama in the pool. Seeing their costumes made you laugh on the spot. You could tell Kageyama was Dory but you couldn’t tell if Hinata was Nemo or Marlin.

“Hey Dory, did you finally find Nemo or are you still roaming the sea with his father Marlin?” You say interrupting whatever game they were playing in the pool.

“y/n-san!” They both say surprised.

“What’s up you two”

“Nothing, and if you couldn’t tell I’m Nemo, I don’t know who Marlin is though.” Hinata answers.

“Dumbass Marlin was the name of the turtle in the movie.” Kageyama tried to correct Hinata, ultimately failing.

“I thought that was the name of the shark.” You honestly missed their idotic bickering.

“No Marlin was Nemo’s dad, Crush was the turtle, and Bruce was the shark.” You say before they start fighting again.

“ y/n you know too much about Finding Nemo.” Kageyama says.

“Yeah yet I’m not the one dressed up as Dory, a character from the movie YOU chose to pick a costume from.”

“Whatever.” Kageyama gives up bickering with you.

“ Have either of your guys seen Atsumu’s new friend, Sakusa by chance?” You ask them.

“No” They both say.

“Do you have an idea of where he would be?”

“No.”

This was going to be a long night of hide and seek.

“Maybe instead of looking for him you could just party with me instead.” Oh no, you recognize that voice. It belonged to the one and only asshole, Oikawa Tooru.

“ Look who it is, Oikawa, the grand asshole.” You say as you turn around.

“Y/n we haven’t seen each other in forever. You look even sexier than the last time we met.”

“And you somehow look even shittier, wow you amaze me with your accomplishments.” Oikawa’s costumes were as obnoxious as his personality. He was a king of course, you swear he wears the same costume every year.

“I see you're still as fierce as ever, I love how aggressive you are. And Medusa huh, very fitting.” He swivels whatever he's holding in hand.

“Whatever Oikawa, if you’ll excuse me I’m looking for someone.” He grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him again. Oikawa was another guy that tried to wiggle his way into your life, you couldn’t tell if wanted your body or if he actually wanted to date you. The difference between him and Atsumu was that you could at least tell Atsumu’s intentions.

“ The night is young, you could spend a fraction of your time with your favorite person here right?”

“If I could turn you to stone I would.”

“With the way you look, that wouldn’t be very hard.”

That was the last straw, you grab the cup of whatever alcohol he had and pour it on his head.

“ I hope that got my message across.” You snatch your hand away and walk back inside the house. As you walk away though you faintly hear Hinata and Kageyama snicker. You let a faint smile appear on your face, that was kind of fun.

After that you kind of gave up on trying to find this mystery person. You decided to enjoy yourself and dance. Your favorite song came on and you finally let loose. It was odd how you felt the most free dancing while being surrounded by people you don’t really know. It was probably because no one cared about what anyone was doing. Everyone was just enjoying themselves. After about five songs later you say goodbye to the dance floor and look for a bathroom to touch yourself up. It was upstairs. As you make your way up the stairs you see Yachi, Tsukki, and Yams at the end of the hallway. They were laughing at something, even Tsukki had a faint smile on his face. It made you happy seeing Yachi happy.

You turn down the opposite hall to the bathroom. You knock and someone says “occupied”. So you wait next to the door. The door to one of the rooms in front of the bathroom, was creaked open. Your legs were starting to hurt and you were tired of standing, so you decided to open the door and walk in.

You quickly walk in without scanning the room and close the door behind you.

“Sorry this room is occupied.” You hear a deadpan voice say behind you.

“Oh Damn my bad.” You say turning around and just your luck you’ve finally found your mystery person. Before you left you wanted to get to know this guy and why he’s friends with Atsumu. Sakusa was sitting in a chair next to the bed. A few of the lights were on but it was still pretty dark.

“Wait. Aren’t you Sakusa, one of Atsumu’s friends?” You ask, now leaning against the door.

“What it’s to you, and why should I tell you.”

Damn.

Not the answer you were looking for.

You get a good look at Sakusa, and god he was a piece of eye candy. He was a vampire, he wore a black dress shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, with black pants and shoes. There was a bite mark on his neck too. His pitch black eyes stared at you unimpressed. You also notice a surgical mask on his chin, Atsumu did say he was something like a germaphobe.

“No need to be rude, I was just curious, besides I’m friends with Atsumu too. I know how annoying he can be.”

“Whatever you can leave, I’m pretty sure whatever room you were looking for, this isn’t the one.” His attitude didn’t make yours any better. It’s been a long night already and the party damn near just started for you, you decided to play a little, you weren’t gonna let this guy bring you down.

“And if I don’t leave, what are you going to do about it?”

He looked at you pretty pissed now, that probably wasn’t the right move but you didn’t care.

“And how do you know I wasn’t looking for this exact room, or that I wasn’t looking for you.”

“Why would you look for me? Seems like something a stalker would say”

“I was curious as to who you were, I’ve never seen you around Atsumu before.”

“And you have a right to know everyone he talks to? It sounds like you're just one of his annoying fangirls.”

“I’m not one of his fangirls.”

“You most likely are.”

“I'm not, stop saying that I am.”

“And if I don’t, what are you going to do about it?”

As aggravating as this guy is, you kinda like him, no one really talked back to you like this. It made your blood boil but in a good way. So you slowly made your way over to him.

“I can see why Atsumu is friends with you, you like to play hard to get and people like Atsumu see that as a challenge.”

“I don’t want to hear about your observations on Atsumu.”

“So you're not the least bit curious.” You sat down on the edge of the bed with your back turned to Sakusa.

“You say you are curious a lot, curiosity could get you killed.”

“I'm pretty sure the saying goes, ‘curiosity killed the cat’ but I’m not a cat Sakusa, I’m-”

“Medusa, yeah I could hardly tell your costume is fucking horrible.”

“ You're one to talk to, what are you supposed to be, an office worker?”

“I think it’s obvious what I am.”

“I wouldn’t be able to tell without the bite marks on your neck.”

“Then it’s your fault you’d be too stupid to tell.”

You get up from the bed and stand in front of Sakusa sitting in the chair. No you didn't know Sakusa personally but you could tell the type of person he was. He wasn’t a bad guy, you kind of pushed his buttons so you couldn’t blame his attitude towards you.

“You wanna say that again?”

Sakusa gets up from the chair. His height towers over you. But that didn’t faze you.

“ Are you this rude to every girl you talk to? Afraid you’ll be rejected so you reject people before they can reject you first. If you ask me that's fucking pathetic. You live in fear of something that's bound to happen at least once.” You say looking up at him.

“ You talk like you're a saint, but you know damn well you hide behind whatever bad girl persona you put on. You make friends with everyone cause you can’t stand the thought of someone not liking you or bowing down to you huh.” He walks past you towards the door.

“Y/n L/n” You say as he opens the door.

“What?”

“That’s my name y/n l/n, since you're friends with Atsumu I’m sure we’ll meet again. Hopefully next time isn’t as hostile.” You turn around and shine him a smile.

“Whatever.” He closes the door behind him.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt drawn to Sakusa for some reason. You're pretty sure he wanted nothing to do with you, but you want to hear him say it instead of coming to a conclusion in your head.

WORD COUNT: 3744

This was kind of an intro I guess, there wasn't much of the main pairing but just trust me, this only gets better and better! If you have criticism please tell me, I plan to rewrite this later on!( but not too mean please)

[lilysdaydreams]

The Artist and The Musician

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request:  Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→  if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

~

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

~

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

~

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account: 

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments: 

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

~

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

~

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

~

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed.  Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

~

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

~

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

~

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

~

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered  "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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