#i think she would try to avert her eyes from looking directly @ him only for danny to get annoyed

[reanimatedgh0ul]

i think it'd be so funny for valerie to try decapitating danny only to then realize that it didn't work bc time and again this girl fails to understand that this boy is basically unkillable

so now she's forced to hold the sides of danny's face so that his head can start reattaching itself to his neck and now this is totally not awkward for either of them

[stairain]

Daddy's Little Helper.

Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected. 

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, age gap (10+), innocence kink, breeding kink, loss of virginity, praise, nicknames, creampie, you want him to get you pregnant.  

WC: 6.3K​​

You were Spencer’s babysitter for his daughter, and it had been a long night for the both of you. Spencer had been out late on a case he knew would take a while, and he was more than grateful you were willing to stay for so long while he was away.

It was almost midnight now, and you were sitting on the couch in his living room after you had put her to bed. You were watching TV and absentmindedly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to arrive home.

You looked up at the sound of the front door opening, and you immediately recognized the footsteps. You put down your phone immediately, your first thought was to stand up and meet him at the door.

As you watch the door open, you greet a very tired Spencer with a welcoming smile.

“Good evening sir, she’s upstairs sleeping now.”

Spencer smiles at you, putting down his coat on the nearby coat rack and walking towards you. 

“Thank you, you’re an angel.. How did she do tonight?" He replied, stopping directly in front of you, and looking down into your eyes with a warm smile on his face.

You crane your neck up slightly to look up at him and return the smile, nervously. You’d be lying if you said his figure looming over you didn’t intimidate you in the best way possible.

“She was really good, less crying than last time.” You say with a small chuckle. “She missed you a lot, though..”

"Awh, I missed her too." Spencer replied, his smile growing as he reached out to put his hand on your lower back, his thumb subconsciously tracing the outline of your shirt.

"It's always a challenge to leave her with a babysitter, you know? But I'm sure you made it more bearable for her." He added, still with the same smile on his face as he looked down at you.

At his soft touch, your body freezes and a red hot blush covers your face. And you weren’t sure if it was because he was tired, or because of something else, but the way his eyes were hooded and trained on you, it made your mouth run dry.

“Y-Yeah, she seems to really like me.”

Your blush caught Spencer's attention, and it caused his smile to grow even wider. He continued to rest his hand on your lower back, as you two continued to stand in the hallway right next to the stairs.

"Well, she's a smart kid. I'm sure she can tell you're good with her. So I'm very glad that she likes you." He said, before looking up the stairs for a moment. 

"She has good taste." He absentmindedly added, with a chuckle. And he had said it so slyly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so positively entranced by everything he did. 

Your eyes widened at his words, but you brushed it off.

“I’m sure she’d like any other babysitter the same..” You try to avert your gaze from his face, trying to look everywhere but at him.

The father could tell that you were not telling the truth in the slightest. He chuckled again anyway. 

"I think you’re too hard on yourself. I'm sure she wouldn't like just any babysitter." Spencer said, as he reached a hand up to brush back the hair behind your ear. "I know my daughter wouldn't anyway. So don't sell yourself short." He paused for a moment, and then smiled again.

"You know, you can look at me." He added, with a small laugh. His hand reached out to gently grip your chin, and move your jaw so you were forced to look up at him. 

You nervously chuckled to yourself and your eyes darted back up to meet him, and you gave him a bashful smile.

“I-I guess so.. just happy I can make her happy.”

He nodded.

"She's not the only one that you make happy, you know." He said, with a soft tone to his voice and a warm smile on his face. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.

"I'm very happy that you're here." He added, with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't have anyone else taking care of her besides you."

“That’s very kind of you, sir. I’m glad I’m able to help out around here.” 

The atmosphere around the two of you is quiet, and there’s an undistinguished tension between you and him.

Spencer seemed to realize the tension between you two suddenly, and he put his other hand on your waist, his thumbs starting to trace soft circles on your skin. He lowered his face until it was only inches from yours, still smiling softly. 

"How about you forget about the whole babysitter thing now? You can stop calling me sir now." He added, with a hint of a flirtatious tone to his voice.

You huff out a small laugh and flash a smile. You could feel his breath on your skin, even though he wasn’t even that close.

“Just seems like the respectful thing to do, and you, out of all people, deserve it the most.” Your eyes pan up to his, looking into his sultry eyes. 

Spencer smiled even wider at that; he was used to women flirting with him, but you were.. different. 

"Well, in that case... Why don't you come a little bit closer and you can just call me Spencer?" He replied, his tone now openly flirting with you as his hands began to trace lower on your body, now resting on your hips.

Your breath hitches and you swallow before stepping once towards him. Your eyes frantically darted all over his face and even around the room, your nerves running wild as he stared down at you as if you were his prey.

Spencer leaned in closer, his face less than inches from yours now. He looked deep into your eyes, his own heart beating a little faster now as he looked over your features. He wanted to touch you... he wanted to kiss you... but he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted too. 

"Can I?" He asked quietly, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper now. He had an idea of what you would answer, but he wanted you to say it yourself.

You felt yourself get backed up onto the wall of the hallway as he pressed himself closer to you. 

“C-Can you what, sir?”

"Can I.. kiss you?" Spencer said quietly, as he leaned in a little closer now. He put his hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingers gently running over it as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. His face was only inches from yours at this point, and his eyes were only on your lips as he waited patiently for you to answer

You swallow and your eyes shine with adoration for the older man. You find yourself nodding, giving him the confirmation he so desperately wanted.

He smiled softly at your answer, before leaning in even closer, his forehead now touching yours as he looked deep into your eyes once again. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips softly touched yours. His lips pressed against yours slowly, passionately, as he kissed you... a light, soft kiss at first, before his tongue parted your lips a little and he began to kiss you a little more passionately now. It was obvious how much he wanted this.

A soft moan spills from your mouth at the way he touched you, you felt your back pressed harder against the wall as he pushed himself closer to you.

Spencer moaned quietly back, a soft sound of desire and pleasure escaping his lips as he put more of his weight on you. He pulled away for a second, looking down into your eyes as he gently brushed the hair back off your face.

"Is this okay?" He asked, wanting you to feel fully comfortable with this, but at the same time, not wanting to stop. It felt too good.

You nod in his hold and lick over your lip, biting at it as you look up at him with wide eyes. 

“Yes.. Sir.”

Spencer smiled at your answer before he continued to kiss you again, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth as he kissed you with force, his throat making a series of soft noises as his lips touched yours over and over again.

His hands were on your body the whole time; his hands moved from your back to just below your hips, as one of them began to drift under your shirt and began to trace over your skin, his long fingers drawing lazy, soft circles on your rib cage.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, it sent a shiver up your spine and made you tremble in his strong hold.

"You feel so good.." Spencer said quietly as he continued to kiss you, his tongue touching yours once again. 

"You are so beautiful, angel.." Spencer added, before kissing you again. His other hand started to inch under your shirt, tracing up your skin, moving further and further up.

Your eyes roll back into your head at the sensation and you sigh in pleasure. “T-Thank you.. Spence..”

He smiled before beginning to kiss your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone with his tongue. His hand slowly continued to inch up your shirt, his fingers resting just below the line of your bra now.

A land hand splays over the fabric of your cups, and he gives an experimental squeeze to your chest. 

"Does that feel good?" Spencer said softly, his voice breathless and full of desire now.

His tongue left a wet trail on your skin, and you bit your plush lip at his touch on your bra.

“Yes.. Sir.”

He smiled at your answer, before kissing you again as he began to slide your shirt off over your shoulders. 

"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, before breaking off the kiss.

"Now... turn around," He added, his voice still soft and breathless as he whispered into your ear, as his hands pulled your shirt off of you entirely.

You nod and immediately turn around on the wall so your palms are pressed against it, waiting for his next move.

With a soft chuckle, Spencer began to put his hands on the clasps of your bra, gently moving them under their hooks and pulling your bra off as soon as he got a good enough hold on it.

Once he had your bra fully off, he let it slide to the floor before he stepped closer to you, standing behind you as he leaned down and began to kiss your neck and your shoulders. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and your body involuntarily arched back to grind onto his cock. 

His mouth dropped in a low groan as he felt you arch back into his touch, and he continued to kiss your shoulder now, before biting down hard, leaving a mark.

Your face twisted in a look of pure pleasure and a bit of pain at the bite on your shoulder, and you let out a visceral moan. All you wanted to be was good for him. Spencer leaned down closer to you, whispering in your ear. 

"God, you're so good for me," He mumbled softly, taking your ear in his mouth and biting on it lightly. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties at this point, his words doing nothing to help the arousal that was rushing through your body. 

Spencer smiled against your skin as he heard the moans, and he quickly nipped at your skin again. He was being careful not to bite down too hard, but he still liked causing you to feel a little bit of pain with his kisses.

"That's my girl.." Spencer whispered into your ear, leaning his weight on you now as his hands were clamped around your hips. "So beautiful."

You nodded subconsciously at his praise and let him do whatever he wanted to you. He kissed your neck again as he moved his hands up to the waist of your jeans.

"Can I?" His thumb began to run down the front of your jeans, playing with the buttons that adorned the denim.  

"Can I?" He repeated, and you moaned when you felt his large land dip down between your thighs, and grab gently at your clothed cunt. The friction the fabric provided against you, as well as his touch on you had you thinking there was no doubt you were soaking through your pants at this point. 

You rub your thighs together at the feeling of him grabbing you, and stroking over you. You nod with a soft moan. 

"P-Please.."

Spencer smiled at your answer, before he leaned down and picked you up by the waist, hoisting you off of the ground a little as he started walking towards the guest bedroom. He walked past the living room and kicked the door to the bedroom open, before walking towards the bed and laying you down onto it.

The way he lowered you down and splayed you out on the mattress made you feel like a princess, and knew he wouldn’t stop until you truly felt like one. 

"I've been waiting such a long time to do this." He murmured softly as he began to unbutton your jeans.

"How long, sir..?" You moaned out, sinking back into the soft sheets of his bed as you felt him frantically push the buttons through their holes, and yank down your zipper.

"Since the moment I met you," He replied quietly, his focus going entirely on undressing you.

"You're even more perfect than I thought you'd be." Spencer's hands moved down into the sides of the jeans once they were undone, and began to slide them down your legs.

When you were left in only your panties, he reached a hand to lightly rub his thumb over your covered clit, making you gasp in surprise. A shaky hand went to grab Spencer’s hand. 

Spencer smiled at your touch, but squeezed your hand.

"How come you're always so nervous whenever I touch you?" He asked gently. He wanted you to feel relaxed with him.. and he hoped that you would be able to soon.

"Don't be afraid to just relax and enjoy it." He added, giving you a soft, supportive smile as he continued to lightly rub over your sensitive bundle. 

“I-I’ve never…” Your voice trailed off gently, hoping he would get the gist. He was the first person to ever touch you like this, and on top of that, he intimidated you like no other, but you loved it.

Spencer could tell from the comment that you left unspoken that you'd never been this intimate with anyone before.. and the thought had him feeling almost possessive over you.

"I'll go slow, okay?" He replied softly, letting go of your hand and removing his touch from you. "But I need you to trust me."

His soft, comforting tone made you shiver, and you nodded your head the best you could as you laid against the bed, trying your best to relax.

“I trust you, Sir.”

His eyes lit up at your answer, and he smiled gently.

"Good girl." Spencer replied, before leaning in and kissing you passionately, his arms moving around your body as he pulled you up closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist and made you arch in his hold. 

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked deep into your eyes again, and you could feel impatient fingers slide underneath the bands of your underwear.

"Now... let's get the rest of your clothes off... I'm very impatient right now." He said with a small chuckle. He sits up between your legs and as his fingers reach down to pull down your panties, your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“W-What’s got you so ri-riled up.. Sir?”

"What's got me so riled up? Well..." Spencer replied quietly, with a hint of a smile on his face. 

"I've been wanting this for so long, princess. Seeing you everyday... and being unable to do all the things that I want to do.. It has been killing me. So I hope you can understand why I wouldn't want to waste a moment more."

You nod and press your legs together to make it easier for him to remove your panties. His desperation made your skin burn, and your panties wet.

Once Spencer had your panties off, he let out a soft, breathless chuckle, his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying himself. Your cunt was glistening in the soft warm light of the lamp on the nightstand.  

“There we go..." He whispered, his voice full of desire now as he let his eyes wander up and down your body. 

"You're so beautiful." He added, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You could hear the pure adoration in his voice, and it only turned you on more. A shy blush creeped up onto your face at his praise. 

"You're really turning me on here... I just want you so much.." Spencer whispered quietly as he leaned back down to you now, gently biting on your ear as he kissed you softly. His hands moved down to your hips, moving along your bare curves and up your back now.

"You're so perfect." He added softly. His voice showed just how much he meant it. You were just so perfect for him. 

“How much do you want me, sir?” His touch felt intoxicating on your skin, you could feel yourself melting in his hold. 

"More than.. more than you could possibly imagine..." Spencer replied softly, taking your face in his hands. "I want you so bad I can't take it.." He added, his voice breathless with desire. 

“What do you want to do to me..?” Your wide eyes meet his lust clouded ones.

"I want to touch you in more ways than I ever have before.." Spencer replied, his face moving back down to your neck as he began to kiss it again.

"I want to know every part of your body." He added softly. "Every.. beautiful.. inch." Spencer whispered breathily as his hand left your face to start moving down to the curve of your ass, as if he was checking over your body to make sure this was real, to make sure you were really here with him. He seemed to be loving the moment, taking every little detail of this moment in.

As you felt his movements become needier and impatient, you found the smallest bit of courage in you to whimper out. 

“P-Please be gentle, Sir..”

Spencer smiled at your request and nodded slightly.

"I promise to be gentle..." He whispered, the touch of his breath against your skin sending a tingle through your body now. The tip of his tongue moved up to your ear now, and he began to run his tongue around the shell of it in little circles.

"But you've got to understand that I am extremely eager right now.. I want you so bad it hurts, angel.” Spencer said, his voice full of desire as he continued to kiss your neck.

“I-I understand, Sir..” Your shoulder jolts at the feeling of his tongue on your ear, and your skin raises at his words on your skin.

"Good girl..." he replied quietly, before continuing to kiss your neck as he moved down to your shoulders.

"Where... would you like me to start?" Spencer asked softly, his eyes flickering as he looked over your naked body, he had so many plans of his own for you, but this was about you. He’d ruin you later.

“A-Anywhere you want, sir.. You know best.. I want you to take care of me.”

His eyes flashed with a soft, playful smile.

"Well why don't you just lay there and let me take care of you, then, alright?" He whispered into your ear, as his hand began to move down over your base chest. His hands stopped to take your sensitive buds into his fingers, gently twisting them. It made you arch and whimper in a way that almost made his body give out from above you.

"I need to show how much I want you.." Spencer added softly, his voice heavy with passion and the need to protect you.

You nodded and tried to relax your body, feeling all too tense in this moment despite how much you wanted him to.

He smiled as he felt your body relax under his touch, as his hand moved over your breasts.

"Relax... You're perfect. You're perfect for me.. And I'm going to treat you like it." Spencer whispered softly, before his hand began to move down to your stomach.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He asked, as his hand began to reach your lower stomach. "Or does it make you too hot?" He added, his voice still full of desire.

“I-I like it.. I like it a lot, Sir.” You look down to watch his hand slither down your body, and it makes your body fill with arousal.

"Good," The man replied softly, before his hand lowered further.

"How does this feel?" He asks, his voice a little breathless as he begins to move his hand between your legs, his touch just barely ghosting over your pussy. He was incredibly cautious not to do anything that you didn't want, as he wanted to go slow for you. 

You gasped lightly when you felt his fingers tracing over your cunt and you swallowed back a moan that threatened to shake the house.

“Really.. Really good..”

You were already moaning now, and Spencer couldn't help but laugh a little at it. 

"You really are very sensitive, aren't you?" Spencer replied teasingly. His fingers began to run lightly over your folds, gliding easily through your pussy because of how soaked you were, just from a few fleeting touches and sweet words. 

You can’t help the blush that surfaces on your cheeks at the mention of you being sensitive, and you close your eyes as you try not to let his touch distract you.

“I-I’ve nev-never been touched like this before, Sir. M’sorry.”

"It's alright, beautiful.. I'm just.. testing the waters." Spencer replied softly, smiling as he continued to tease you.

"So, are you ready for more.. or should I wait?" He whispered into your ear, his voice still breathless. "After all, if you're this sensitive now.. I can't imagine how it'll be once I finally get to fuck you." He said, before nibbling on your neck a little.

“Keep going, Sir.. I’m ready..” You slowly spread your legs a little wider, his touch taking over your senses. 

Spencer smiled softly as your legs spread a little for him, and he quickly slipped a finger inside of you. He chuckled softly as he felt you moan and clench in response to his touch.

"That's my girl," Spencer replied quietly, with that same playful smile on him as his hands continued to tease your sensitive cunt.

"You're so sensitive down here, baby.." 

You nodded and bit back a moan. 

“Y-Yeah.. Never even.. touched myself b-before..” And you could practically feel the intensity of his smirk now at your words. You were innocent, never touched before, not even by yourself. You were his completely.

His face lit up at the information that you gave him.. he could tell that it was true, just from the way you reacted to even the smallest touches.. But hearing it out loud like that was something else.

Spencer was so incredibly turned on now, straining against the restricting fabric of his own pants, and he couldn't help but be more enthusiastic now.

"Good girl.. I'll make sure that I do everything exactly right for you." He said softly, before kissing you passionately again. "My beautiful, innocent girl.." He whispered, leaning into you now as his lips moved from your neck and his finger plunged deeper inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel amazing."

His praise made your body shake with pleasure, and fill with intense arousal you’ve never experienced before. You nod at his words, and surrender yourself to his control.

When he withdraws his finger from you, you’re leaning up on your forearms to watch what he was doing next, and your eyes quickly find his hands where they were pushing down his dress pants, eagerly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear. 

He was big. And it didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but it did make your breath pick up and your heart stop. As he pulled down his briefs, you could see the way his heavy length sprung out, bobbing slightly in the warm air between you two.

You bit your lip and a moan died down in your throat at the sight. You don’t know how he’d fit it, but he’d manage, somehow. 

When he was back to leaning over your trembling frame, Spencer's hand began to trail up your thigh again, as his lips pressed sweet kisses on your neck, leaving little red marks each time his teeth bit down.

"I've never been this turned on in my life." Spencer whispered softly, before pulling away from you to look into your eyes. One of his hands reached down to stroke over his dick, and he moaned in your face at the feeling of finally being touched, even if it was by himself. 

"Are you still doing okay?" He added quietly when he regained his control, and grabbed himself by the base of his cock. You could feel the dripping head of it pushing against your sticky folds, and the feeling made you dizzy. 

“Yes, sir..” Was all you could manage, as your needy cunt clenched around nothing. You were practically begging to be filled, despite your earlier nervousness. You knew he’d take care of you. 

Spencer smiled at you and lined himself up the best he could on shaking legs.

"You're so cute..." He whispered softly, as his hips began to move gently forward, making his cock trace lightly over your pussy.

"Just stay still..." He added, looking into your eyes again as his length began to slowly slide into your soaked hole. 

His head dipped down to your shoulder and he let out a loud groan, and the sound alone made you whimper. But aside from his own noises, the feeling of his cock stretching into you made your eyes roll back into your head, it felt too good to be true, and you’re glad you waited for him to be the one to finally fuck you. You threw your head back gently on the bed and let him use you.

"That's it... let me take care of you, love." Spencer said quietly, pushing himself further into you. He wanted to take his time with you, he never wanted you to feel forced into this, and he wanted his every touch to make you feel amazing. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered softly, as he was fully sheathed into you. The way you pulsed around him, and the way he could see your arousal coating his cock left him breathless, but he had to stay composed, for you. 

“So good, sir..” Your thighs shake and try to close from the overwhelming pleasure, but with him slotted between your legs, it’s an impossible feat. You opt for wrapping your legs around him instead, urging him even deeper into you.

"Good.." Spencer said softly. "Just let it happen.. I know it's a lot right now, but I swear, it's going to feel amazing." 

He added quietly, as he started to shallowly thrust into you, drunk on the way you’re swallowing him up so eagerly, even if this was your first time. You feel so good around him it’s making him dizzy, but you’re not doing any better than he is. 

The sensation is so new, but you’ve never felt anything better. He’s slowly pulling his cock out of you, and then pushing back in, and it’s a rhythm you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of. You give an experimental clench of your cunt around him, and his arms almost give out from above you at the feeling. He sighs and shakes his head. 

"You're an angel." He murmured softly after a few more seconds. "I don't deserve you."

You shake your head the best you can and try not to moan.

“N-No.. I don’t deserve you..”

Spencer smiled softly down you as his the speed of his thrusts begin to pick up, and he starts to fuck into you deeper, harder. His long hair falling down and covering his face. 

"Maybe we just deserve each other.." He offered quietly. "We seem to make each other so happy.." He said softly, before kissing you on the forehead and smiling. 

"Well, you sure didn’t deserve to have to wait this long before a man makes you feel like this."

He added with a slight chuckle, as his cock fucked deeper into you now, pounding into that sweet spot that you didn’t even know existed until now, but with how he was pressing into it so deliciously, it made you shudder and writhe around him.

He was plowing into just the right spot to make you feel so much bliss that you could practically see the stars right in front of you.

Spencer smiled at you as you started to moan and whimper out louder for him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the power of making you feel so good.

"See how good that is?..I knew you'd like it, baby." Spencer said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before panting against it. "I know how to treat you properly.. Don’t I?” 

You couldn’t say anything in reply to him, how could you? The way he was making you feel was like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it was wrecking you.

Spencer smiled softly, as he could tell that you were on a completely different planet right now. He was proud of himself for being the one to cause that reaction in you, and he was clearly loving all the control he had in the situation right now. He wanted to keep you here with him like this at this moment forever.

"Are you enjoying this, honey?" He asked softly, before speeding up the cant of his hips, slapping the skin of his pelvis into the sticky flesh of your pussy and soaked thighs. 

“Y-Yes, sir.. Fuck..” Your body trembles and your head thrashes at his pleasurable touch, and you could feel the coil inside of you wind tighter and tighter, you didn’t know what was happening, all you knew was that it felt so so good.

Spencer laughed, the moment made too perfect to be upset at your wording. 

"You need to watch your language when talking to me.. I mean it." He said teasingly, but he also seemed genuinely amused by the slip.

"But you're enjoying this so much, aren't you? How does it feel... being a little dirty girl with me?" 

The degradation. It was new to you.. This all was, and you feel that you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you did. You always wanted to please him, do good for him, and make him proud.. But yet it felt amazing hearing him call you that in such a condescending tone. 

You shake your head at your slip up and try to push that thought to the side. 

“I-I’m sorry, sir..” You moan out. “Feels so good..”

"I know.. I know, angel.. it's hard to think straight when you feel this good, isn't it?" Spencer teased quietly, his voice full of adoration and cockiness for being the one to make you feel like this.

You nod without another word, and feel your release approaching quickly. Both from the way he was humping into you and also from the condescending yet gentle tone he’s speaking to you with. It was all too much, and yet not enough. You needed him so badly. 

"You're getting so close, aren't you?" Spencer asked teasingly, before adding, "And you know what that means, right?" He asked, his voice going lower and lower as you reached your breaking point.

You shook your head, you’ve never felt this way before, it was overtaking all of your senses. You clenched around him in a panic to somehow halt the quick approaching feeling you were experiencing, and it only served to add onto it. 

“N-No, sir..”

"Well, you're about to find out, beautiful..." Spencer replied softly, before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "You have to trust me now... okay?"

He rammed his length deeper into you now, and made it a point to slam into that sweet spot inside of you everytime he buried himself in you. His own release was approaching, but he needed you to finish first. This was all about you. 

Then, with a final burst of energy, he pressed his cock impossibly deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his dick, as the moment you've been frantically awaiting for seemed finally upon you.

“I- Oh.. Oh my- S-Sir..” You let out a series of moans, whimpers, and whines as you were brought closer and closer to your peak. You had no idea what this feeling was, but you knew you didn’t want it to stop, not now, you were so so close.

"That's it... let it out for me.." Spencer replied quietly as he leaned away from you and grabbed you forcefully by your hips to fuck into you mercilessly, as if you were a doll to him. 

He knew exactly what he was doing to you and wanted you to fully let yourself get carried away in this moment, he had already reached the point of no return, and you could feel it in the way he lifted you from the bed and plowed into you. 

"You're almost there, beautiful..." He moaned softly. "Just one.. big.. release for me.. You can do it, princess."

And with a final, passionate blow to your weeping cunt, you throw your head back in a borderline scream at how good it all felt. Your body felt like it was on fire as you exploded by his touch. Your head thrashed and and your mind was spinning from how good it all felt. Nonstop moans poured from your mouth as you were finally pushed over the edge.

"There we go, baby.." Spencer said quietly as you squeezed around him so tight he could barely move, and it made him so fucking hard. As he watched you shake through your release, he began to fuck into you even harder now, finally able to use your body for everything it was worth as he felt the deep pit in his stomach grow larger and larger with each heavy drag he dealt to your used pussy. 

“God, baby.. So so good..”

His movements became erratic as his own peak was quickly creeping up on him, and he looked up at you with heavy eyes as he felt himself get so lost in the pleasure he could barely hold himself up. 

You looked back down to him and even though you were reaching the point of overstimulation, the feeling of him using you was too good to deny. And you could feel the primal instinct taking over him as he fucked you harder and harder with each passing second, it was getting too much for him, and his head hung against your shoulder as breathy moans left his mouth. 

“W-Wanna give you another, sir. Please.” 

Spencer’s head whipped up to look at you, and his eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them, it almost made you laugh. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and bite your lip. 

“W-What..?”

He’s breathless, but his cock doesn’t falter at all inside of you, it only speeds up at the implication in your words. You don’t say anything else, you just nod and stare at him with want and desperation swirling in your eyes. 

“Oh my god.. Oh my god..” 

Spencer repeats over and over as he lets himself go, and grips at your hips in a bruising hold as he shoots ribbons of his heavy load inside of you. Both of your mouths drop in unison at the sensation, and you whimper at the feeling of his scorching cum painting your slick walls. 

“S-Sir..” 

Is all you can grit out, and your fingernails find their way to his back, pulling makeshift daggers down his skin as he continues to smash his length in your aching, soaked hole. His body collapses down against yours, as he jolts and spasms with every spurt of release he dumps into you. 

He’s buried so unbelievably deep inside of you right now, that there was no doubt that you would give him another child. You could already feel his release seeping into you, claiming you as his forever. 

Through heavy pants and on shaking arms, he lifts himself slightly to look at you. The both of you looked positively ruined by the other, and he pressed a light kiss on your sweaty cheek. 

“Y-You.. You’re insane, sweetheart..” 

You breathlessly chuckled at his words, and pulled him back down so he was laying on your chest. Your body was trembling underneath him, and you could feel your slick and his cum leaking out of you onto the bed sheets. With enough consciousness to speak, you softly sigh. 

“Do I at least get to pick the name?”

[superhaught]

Just Seven Minutes

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 3300, Part 1/?

Part 2

Reader and Leighton are paired up for a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven at a Theta party.

Explicit Content Below! Read at your discretion.

You made the mistake of watching from within the crowd. You should have known better. A frat party, a lockable storage closet, and liquor did not mix well. 

Your stomach dropped when the shirtless fraternity brother pointed directly at you, “You. Come on.”

“No, no… I’m just watching…” you protested. 

“Them's the rules, pal. If you watch, you are liable to participate.” Suddenly, people were pressing on your back and pushing you forward until you stumbled into the center of the circle with him. He looked at you, “alright, what are you into?”

“What?” 

“Boys? Girls? Both? Anyone? Come on, what are you into?”

“Oh…” you could feel yourself shaking, your palms getting clammy, “girls…” you answered. 

The guy caught a glimpse of a blonde head trying to escape the crowd of onlookers. He pounced on the opportunity, “Ah, not so fast, Murray. I pick you.”

Your stomach dropped further. Murray? Murray?

You were frozen. There was a slight scuffle amongst the people surrounding the blonde. You think you heard someone tell her, “it’ll be fine.” Then she was pushed into the center just as you were. 

Leighton Murray. Rich. Brilliant. Popular. Stunning. Recently out as a lesbian among the student body. Recently out of not one, but two committed relationships. Likely only here because her roommates made her. 

You knew these things about her partially by way of the Essex grapevine, and partially also because you had been nursing a painful crush on her since Freshman fall. 

She didn’t make eye contact with you, so you resorted to looking at the floor and praying for a sudden meteor strike in Vermont. 

The frat bro began, “Alright, you know the deal. Seven minutes in the closet, no less. What you do in there is your business. The timer will go off at seven minutes but no one will make you come out until one of you knocks. And the necessary disclaimer, we can hear everything and that’s what makes it fun for us. Now, you both have the option to agree or to chug the cup.” He gestured in reference to a full red solo cup sat upon a table in front of you. It was filled with mystery liquid, a combination of the participants' drinks. You can’t imagine that anyone in their right mind would choose to chug. 

The brother turned to you, “okay, closet or chug? What’ll it be?”

You took a deep breath, “closet.”

“Hell yeah!” He grabbed your wrist and held your arm up in the air like a champion wrestler and the crowd joined in on cheering. Then, he faced Leighton, “and you? Closet or chug?”

Leighton rolled her eyes, “closet.” 

The cheers became nearly deafening as the man lifted Leighton’s hand into the air as well and then you were both quickly ushered into the closet, the door locked behind you. 

It was a ridiculously stupid game. You shouldn’t have even been entertaining it by standing in the crowd. You shouldn’t have even come to this party. The only people who enjoyed this were the ones tipsy enough to find it funny, or horny enough to use it as an opportunity. If the crowd outside didn’t hear anything worthwhile happening, they’d shout through the door to stress you out and be disappointed if you left the closet without having done anything. If they did hear a show, though… they’d cheer for you upon your exit and everyone would be talking about it for weeks. 

You stepped toward the back wall of the closet and slumped against it, sighing, but not wanting to be the first to speak. 

Leighton kept a respectful distance from you and just glanced around the dingy closet with a look of disgust on her face. She wasn’t looking at you with disgust. Well, she wasn’t looking at you at all. But then you realized that you were looking at her and you quickly averted your gaze. 

Time seemed to move at a snail's pace. Neither Leighton or you wanted to say or do anything, apparently. You quickly resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next seven minutes locked in a closet with a woman who you were deeply attracted to without a word shared between you.

To your shock, she broke the silence, “you’re in my calc class, right?”

You looked up at her and almost choked when you tried to respond. You cleared your throat and tried to play it off, “Yeah, I am.”

She nodded, “thought so. I’ve noticed you before.” You hoped that she couldn’t hear your heart pounding.

“I… I’ve noticed you, too.” 

She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully, “hard not to. I’m amazing.”

That. That is what gets you everytime. She was amazing and she knew it and that was so fucking hot to you. You had to bite your lip to silence yourself. 

She continued, “for the record, I think this whole situation is bullshit.”

“Uh, me too.” You agreed.

The blonde lazily examined her manicured nails as she spoke, “with that being said, I would rather make the most of it than not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… we could ya know, see what happens…”

Your jaw dropped, “wait… are you saying that we should… what? Make out?”

“Well, do you want to?”

Your head was spinning. Of course you wanted to. But now she was standing right there and you couldn’t make yourself speak.

She shook her head, “nevermind… forget it.” She moved to take a step away from you and all you could think to do was to reach out for her. You gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her. 

“Wait,” you began, “I didn’t say ‘no’...”

She turned and looked at you, actually meeting your eyes for the first time. She was anxious, too. You could see it now. You dropped her wrist.

“Leighton…” her name tasted so sweet on your tongue, “I… I won’t kiss you… unless I know that you really want it…”

You watched as her eyes flitted down to your lips then back, “I want it… I want you… does that answer your question?”

This had to be a dream. You were certain of it. But then, it was only just a dream and nothing bad could happen from kissing Leighton Murray in your dreams. 

“It does…” you respond. 

Leighton stepped a little closer to you. Your shoulder blades pressed against the wall behind you. She leaned in, her lips suddenly only a couple inches from yours. She locked her gorgeous blue eyes on yours, waiting. She wanted you to go for it. 

You whisper shakily, “you’re sure?”

The corner of her mouth raised into a cheeky smile and she nodded emphatically. 

Between your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation, people outside of the closet cheering lewdly, and the tickle of her warm breath on your chin, you couldn’t think anymore. 

You snake a hand to the back of her neck and twine your fingers into her soft, blonde hair as you make the move to pull her in the rest of the way and close the distance. You hear her breath hitch as your lips connect, and the two of you quickly find a comfortable position for your bodies to be in. You bring your other hand to the small of her back, holding her over her blouse. She leans her weight onto you as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and buries her fingers into your hair. 

You exchange a few tender kisses as you shift to cradle the side of her face in your hand and kiss her softly. Feather light brushes of your sensitive skin against one another as you pull her just a little closer by her waist. But the softness isn’t enough and soon, all you can feel is heat and you begin to deepen the kiss. Your lips part and you lightly graze your tongue against her bottom lip. She shudders and allows you entry, meeting your tongue with hers in a short-lived fight for power that she quickly cedes. 

You let out a moan from your throat that she only echoes. She presses herself against you more forcefully and kisses you harder and you match her at every step. Everything felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t help it, you had to pull back for a second to catch your breath. Your chest heaved and you opened your eyes to find hers. 

“Fuck…” she whispered. 

You caress your thumb over her cheek and stare incredulously at her, “do you… want to keep going?”

She chuckled lightly, a genuine smile forming on her face, “I do… Do you?”

You nod, “yes… God, you’re so hot.”

She smirked and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, coming at you with passion that made you melt. She let her hands roam your body now and you could feel her happily learning the feel of your skin and muscles beneath your clothes. 

You want her without any shame now. Nothing mattered other than the gorgeous blonde and her pleasure. You grab ahold of her hips and back her up toward a low shelf in the closet. A simple swipe of your arm knocks everything off the shelf and then you lift her onto it and step in between her legs. 

She gasps in surprise but responds quickly by wrapping her legs around your hips and you keep kissing her desperately. Leighton moans and pulls you even closer to her by grabbing your ass. Her hips start to rock, seeking any amount of friction she can get by grinding against you. 

You groan and match the movement of her hips. You come away from her lips and start kissing along her jawline and down the side of her neck. Your thumb tilts her head by moving her chin and you apply pressure with your tongue to the sensitive spots that make her squirm, then nip at the tender skin with your teeth. 

She holds you by the hair at the nape of your neck and sighs as she tilts her head back and away, giving you even more access to her. Her back arches and your arm moves to support her back and you slide your hand under her shirt and touch her skin. You faintly hear the seven minute timer outside of the closet go off but you’ve no intention of stopping now. 

You glance at her blissed out face and breathe, “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” as you kiss around her throat and give your attention to the other side of her neck, pulling her hair lightly to move her head in tandem with you.

Her continued sounds in reaction to you are heavenly. Her little gasps and whimpers drown out the sound outside of the little closet and she becomes your whole world. She squeezes your back and digs her nails into you, desperate for more of you. She tries to say so with words, “I need… I… need…”

“I can keep going…” your press another kiss onto her neck and then her collarbone. 

“Please…” she gasps. 

You bring your lips closer to her ear and whisper your desire, “I want to go down on you, Leighton…”

You feel her body react to your words as a wave of arousal washes over her. 

“Oh… god,” Leighton moans, “holy shit…”

“Do you want that?” You kiss along the edges of her ear, touching your lips to the hidden spots along her hairline. 

“Yes… yes… please…”

“Yes? You’re sure?”

“Yes!” she bucks her hips against you out of desperation and whimpers, “please…”

You smile and return to her lips, kissing her hungrily as you slide your hands around to her waist and push her shirt up, exploring her skin. Your touch sends shivers through her body and raises goosebumps. She kisses you back with fervor but then lets out a quiet whine when you pull away to begin traveling elsewhere. Her disappointment is quickly eased as you start kissing down the front of her body and lower yourself to your knees between her legs. 

You lift up her shirt as you descend and start pressing kisses directly onto the skin of her abdomen. She giggles lightly from the faint tickle of your movements and you smirk as you teasingly continue for a second longer. 

She looks down at you with flushed cheeks. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and you take a moment to really admire her in this state. She licks her pink, swollen lips and runs a hand through her hair to push it back out of her face. Her legs shake just ever so slightly. She’s incredible. 

You breathe her name again, savoring it, “Leighton…”

You reach out and tuck some of her hair behind her ear and then trail those fingers down the center of her body till they reach the button of her jeans. 

You look up at her wordlessly and she nods her head. You undo the button and the zipper and start to ease her jeans down her legs as she lifts her butt off the shelf for a second to help you. Your eyes follow the denim as it slides down her thighs but then you see the lacey, pink panties she’s wearing and your heart skips a beat. You moan at the sight and she smiles. She grabs a hold of your hair again and makes you look back at her face, “like what you see?”

You bite your lower lip and nod, wide eyes staring at her. 

“Finish taking them off…” 

You grab the waistband of her underwear and pull them down, too, until her legs are free of the clothing and you drop the fabric onto the ground beside you. 

You adjust your position so that you’re perched on your knees right between her legs and you start to plant gentle kisses on her inner thighs. 

She keeps her fingers in your hair but leans her head back as you kiss her and sighs happily. 

You grab ahold of her thighs and pull her a little bit more forward, til she’s perched on the edge of the shelf, and then you finally press your face in between her legs and give her your mouth. 

She moans and immediately starts to rock against you, matching your movements. You open your eyes and look up at her with a sly grin on your face as you drag your tongue through her slick and then start to focus on her clit. 

“Oh…” she breathes, “fuck… that’s so good…” she meets your eyes and lets out a desperate groan.

You keep going and can tell how pent up the blonde is. She holds onto your hair with one hand and white knuckles the edge of the shelf with the other, her ankles crossed behind your back. 

This act of having needy, fiery, semi-public sex is so vulgar and so hot. You can’t fathom how this is even real. How are you going down on Leighton Murray in a frat house closet right now?

You felt like you could get off without her even touching you. Her taste, her breathy moans, her grinding motions against your mouth were more than enough. 

She throws her head back, “fuck fuck… I need more… fingers….please…”

You nod your head slightly and shift your hand at her request, slowly sliding your middle finger inside while licking her clit rhythmically. 

She takes your finger with a moan and then you effortlessly slide your ring finger in, too. You curl them and press the pads of your fingers against that ultra-sensitive spot and she starts to clench around you. 

You time the movements of your fingers and tongue expertly and you can feel her climb to her peak quickly, “fuuck… ohmygod I’m so fucking close don’t stop don’t sop!”

She holds onto your head for dear life and you maintain your pace and then she finally releases, coming onto your fingers hard. Her entire body tenses, muscles shaking from holding herself in a precarious position. She moans loudly, head falling back against the wall behind her. You don’t quite reach an orgasm of your own but you feel pure bliss at giving her that strong of a reaction. 

Her eyes shut and her face softens to a weak smile as you clean her up with your tongue and suck your fingers clean while you stand back up. 

You step in between her legs again and reach out to embrace her. She accepts the contact, wrapping her arms around your chest and leaning her head on your shoulder. The affection you feel for her is easy to come by and you can’t help but send up a silent prayer that this won’t be a one time thing. 

Your hand holds the back of her head as she leans on you and you caress your thumb over her soft hair. She lets out a happy hum and squeezes you a little.

“Wow…” she breathes.

“Mhmm…” you agree, “you’re incredible.”

“Me?’ She laughs, “I didn’t do anything!”

“You don’t have to.” You don’t hesitate to press a tender kiss to the top of her head and rub soft circles onto her back. 

“You’re sweet…” she smiles, looking up to meet your eyes, “and freakishly good at that…”

You laugh and shake your head, feeling your cheeks flush.

“You must have a lot of practice.”

“Then you’ll be shocked to find out that I really don’t…”

She raises an eyebrow in doubt, “no way. I don’t believe you.”

You shrug your shoulders, “believe it or not, it’s the truth.”

She shakes her head, incredulous, and tucks her head back against your shoulder. You hear her take a deep breath in through her nose and nuzzle into you a bit. It makes you smile and feel butterflies in your stomach. You wordlessly return the gesture by taking a deep breath against her hair, closing your eyes and letting her undoubtedly expensive conditioner flood your senses. She smells like good espresso and silk. 

“We uh… should probably get out of here, huh?” you ask. 

She groans, “god… don’t remind me that I have to face everyone out there.”

“At least, it will be a disgustingly positive reaction…” you grimace at the thought, “if it helps, I will definitely stick with you for as long as you want me to.”

She nods, “I’d like that, thanks.”

You bend down slightly and grab her discarded clothes and pass them to her. Leighton smiles gratefully and shakily gets down from the weirdly convenient shelf and holds onto your bicep for balance as she gets back into her underwear and jeans. 

When standing normally, she’s back to being a few inches taller than you. She looks down to meet your eyes as she buttons her pants and tucks her shirt back in. You’re gently holding her waist and getting totally lost in her brilliant blue eyes. 

She flips her hair over her shoulder and rests her hands on your shoulders as she leans in and kisses you sweetly. Your lips connect and the tenderness of it surprises you in a good way. You cradle her jaw in your hand again and rub your thumb along her cheek, kissing her a few more times. 

She pulls away and smiles, “you’ve made my night.”

“I’m glad,” you reply, “you made mine, too.”

You take another few moments to gather yourselves and then you brace yourself for the reaction from the crowd as you knock on the closet door to be let out.

Next Chapter

[whats-it-mean]

What having your very own Knight is for ☆

KNIGHTS x Reader (separate) saving you from a creep

A/N - celebrities and idols get harassed fairly often (sadly) so i felt like this made sense ^^ also im not very good at writing arashi or leo VERY SORRY il try to improve as i write more for Knights. Most of these can be read as platonic but Izumi and Ritsu’s parts are slightly more romantically-coded because… im down bad

TW - People who wont take no for an answer >:(

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Intro

You clenched your fist as you desperately tried to pull it away from the grasp of the person in front of you, who had grabbed you by the wrist to stop you from getting away.

“Let go of me-”

The person in front of you only scoffed, tightening their grip on your wrist before grinning down at you. You could feel your fight or flight response kicking in, and you mentally flipped through your options in that moment, before you snapped your head up at the sound of footsteps drawing near.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Leo Tsukinaga

You could barely process everything with how fast it happened, but suddenly you felt your wrist being released, and the next thing you could see was the well known King Leo, standing in front of you with an arm outstretched, his eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristically serious expression.

There was a moment of silence, Leo staring directly at the individual across from him, before breaking into a pout and placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s not very nice, ya know.” He huffed, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder towards you. “You okay?” You nodded, to which he properly turned around to face you, now completely ignoring your aggressor. “How could he!? Are you hurt? Here, we should go back to the Knights’ practice room…” He turned back around to face the other individual, who was watching, dumbfounded. “I’m not done with you, either! Hmmph. rude. What makes you think they’d even wanna hang around with a loser like you?”

You blinked at the boy’s antics, simply watching in awe as he continued to fire off insults and them, grinning slightly any time that they showed a reaction. After a moment, you heard a scoff and they simply turned and walked away, clearly upset.

Leo turned back to you. “Well! Now that that’s taken care of… Let’s go do something fun, ‘kay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Arashi Narukami

It was as if the breath left your body as Arashi resorted to grabbing you carefully by the hand and glaring directly into the eyes of them, showcasing a surprising amount of strength as she pulled their hand away from your wrist without a word. She paused for a moment, giving them the dirties glare you had ever seen her give, so much so that you got shivers.

The moment she could, she turned on her heel and ushered you away in a rush, making sure to keep her touch on your hand gentle, her expression slightly anxious. The moment you two rounded the corner and she felt you were far enough away, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” She asked, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

“I- Im fine.”

Arashi looked you up and down as if inspecting for ay sort of damage, glancing once around the corner once to make sure your aggressor was gone before leaning forward and bringing you into her arms, holding you as close to her as possible as if it would bring her some solace.

“I was so worried for you. Next time that happens, call me, okay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Izumi Sena

“I said let go of---”

You were cut of by the undeniable feeling of Izumi’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, as without even sparing a glance behind you, you knew he wasn’t happy. At the sight of him, the person in front of you released your wrist instantaneously, and Izumi slowly stepped back, bringing you with him.

All the silver-haired boy did was sigh, holding you ever so slightly closer before finally averting his glare, which had been trained on your aggressor the whole time.

“You really shouldn’t touch what is’t yours.” He muttered, taking one moment to glance over the other’s figure- most likely to memorize their face in hopes of talking to them later, in private- before starting to walk away, arm still around your shoulder to assure you stayed by his side.

“You had me worried there, you know.” He huffed, glancng around like he was on edge. “It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you safe.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Ritsu Sakuma

All you could see when you looked up from the ground was the familiar white of Ritsu’s favorite sweater as he stood in front of you, reaching out a hand and giving a lazy shove to the person in front of him. Despite his usual tired way of going about things, you could sense how tensed up he was.

“Oi. Leave them alone.”

An immediate sense of safety washed over you, as you took a step forward to peek over his shoulder as he stared down at your now very nervous aggressor. He glanced in your direction for a moment, assuring himself that you were alright, before turning back.

“You know-” He let out a quick yawn. “Me and my brother are vampires. I wouldn’t suggest messing with people dearest to us” He narrowed his eyes at them for a moment, watching until they left in a hurry. Ritsu turned to you, almost immediately leaning onto you and closing his eyes once they were gone. “You okay?”

“Yeah- Thanks, Ritsu.”

“Any time. I can’t have you getting hurt, now can I?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Tsukasa Suou

You could tell when he stepped protectively in front of you that Tsukasa was nervous, but he stood his ground nonetheless, keeping up his chivalrous nature. He kept his chin tilted upwards, attempting with as much confidence as he could muster to look like he wasn’t anxious.

“You need permission to touch someone.” He said, voice sharp as he stood there, staring down at your aggressor. 

They opened their mouth to say something, most likely some sort of shitty comeback, but you didn’t really hear as your mind was still struggling to catch up to you- all you could really focus on was how thankful you were that Tsukasa had arrived to save you. And the fact that he was trying so hard to appear strong for you- it was adorable.

You could sense Tsukasa falter at their comment, but he maintained his disposition. He muttered some sort of threat regarding ‘The student council president’, and they finally gave up and left. The moment they were out of earshot, Tsukasa let out a sigh of relief and turned to you, fawning over you in a rather panicked manner until you assured him you were fine and they hadn’t done anything.

“God… I’m so glad you’re safe. I’m not sure if I’d forgive myself otherwise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

[puhpandas]

Cassie and Gregory's first meeting, and how it might've gone in your eyes! OwO I'm curious~

Happy Birthday Cassie

(2532 words)

Technically, it's not the first time they've met.

They had been face to face a few times, but only with fleeting glances and little words. Standing next to eachother while they wait for the bathroom here, met eachother in the nurses office there, sitting next to eachother in class always.

But even then, Cassie had never really given Gregory a second thought. Sure, the kids in class talk about him, or more like how hes almost never present. One thing, and one of the only things Cassie knew about Gregory is that he only came to class half the time.

Another thing she knows is that when he does come to class, hes always dirty and ruffled, like he was in a fight or crawled through something dirty and small, and hair a mess, like he doesnt spare it any thought. Cassie herself could never imagine letting her hair get that tangled and messy.

Not only that, but despite Gregory's attendance, of lack thereof, he somehow has incredible grades. Cassie only shares her Math class with Gregory, but shes ever only seen A's from him.

Cassie would be lying if she said she'd never been curious. The other kids would always whisper and gossip about him, and nobody could ignore someone that notorious.

Not to mention how mysterious he is.

But Gregory, like a lot of things, had been shoved to the back of her mind when her birthday party at the Pizzaplex was only days away.

Cassie beams when shes the first one in their class, hands drumming on her desk and legs wiggling as she eyes all of the sparkly pink envelopes she put on everyones desks.

This party is going to be legendary! She thinks, unable to stop the bolt of excitement that shoots through her when kids start spilling into the classroom. Its gonna be awesome when everyone shows up. We'll play Fazerblast, go through the maze in Mazercise, maybe I can even meet Roxy!

She shoves the thoughts of her party that have been making her loose sleep from excitement the past week or so into the back of her mind, trying to keep her face neutral when kids start sitting down at their desks and noticing her party invite on their tables.

Just when she thinks the last kid had filed through, curiously, surprisingly, Gregory is one of the people attending class today.

He looks just like he always does; same blue shirt he always seems to have on with wild, tangled brown hair. His knees are smudged with dirt, but with tracks in them as if he attempted to wipe them down with a wet napkin.

Cassie suddenly feels self conscious of her decision to leave an invite on Gregory's table, just in case, when he comes to a stop in front of his desk and takes notice of it, right next to her.

She averts her eyes, and takes to watching the other kids. She sees some people eye her invite, and only give it a few twirls when they pick it up before shoving in their backpacks. Some people open up the envelope and read the contents, and some people ignore it all together.

But one cluster of reactions really gets her attention.

The area of the classroom that house the more popular girls, coincidentally all seated right by eachother, all eye the invite in almost incredulous curiosity, before each of them lean over to their queen bee when she rips it open and the contents Cassie had hand-written are out for the world to see.

Cassie feels her cheeks burn when the girls all whisper in hushed conversation, mean grins on their faces as they giggle not-so inconspicuously, looking over their shoulders directly at her.

She feels shame coat her stomach, any trace of excitement for her birthday replaced with humiliation and embarrassment mixing together like an ugly poison.

She hides her face in her sweater, avoiding eye contact, and tries to ignore the hushed giggles that she knows are making fun of her.

Of course. What was she thinking, inviting them like that? They're notorious for being mean, especially to unpopular people like Cassie, but she guesses she just wanted them to feel included, like how Cassie wishes she did.

She dares to peek open an eye when the sound of an envelope rustling catches her attention nearby, and she glances over to her right.

Gregory is sitting down at his desk, carefully peeling the sparkly envelope open, all while giving the girls at the front a death stare.

Cassie dares to watch as inconspicuously as possible, watching in curiosity to see how Gregory, the most mysterious boy in class, who always felt just one step above them, busied and dirtied from events nobody knows about, will react.

He doesn't seem to notice her just yet, just continuing to try to explode the girls with his mind, until he looks down at the card, putting the still intact envelope to the side.

Some kind of embarrassment shoots through her stomach when she watches Gregory's eyes trail over each word, and she only has half the mind to look away when he reaches the end.

She was just in time, because from the corner of her eye, she can see him looking at her.

She doesn't dare look over at him. Lest she make eye contact, but she does acknowledge how he gently folds the card back up, slips it inside the envelope, and puts it in the smaller, more isolated pocket in his backpack.

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This has been the worst birthday ever.

That's the only thing Cassie can think as she hides in as she sits at a table in one of the party rooms, mascara running down her cheeks as fat tears roll out of her eyes.

An empty party room.

Nobody had shown up to her birthday.

She had put the instructions on the card, already knowing exactly which party room she'd be using. She put the room number and even directions on how to find it inside. She thought of everything.

Which meant nobody's here not becuase they got lost, but because they had deliberately not come. Even her Dad had ruffled her hair and told her to have fun, before leaving her to wait for her guests to go off to work at some other part of the Pizzaplex.

Cassie is completely, utterly, gut wrenchingly alone on her birthday.

The thought sends her into another round of tears, and she can feel how her face is scrunched up, despair wrinkling her chin, and all she can do about it is wipe away the tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

Today was supposed to be perfect. She was supposed to have fun with her friends. She was supposed to cut the carrot cake her Dad had ordered for her and share slices with them. She was supposed to race against them at Roxy Racers, and maybe even meet Roxy herself.

As she sits in the empty, gloomy room, sad and alone, she thinks its safe to say today is not perfect.

After another round of tears, shes suprised to hear the sound shes been waiting for all day.

The door to her party room slides open, clunking against the wall, and Cassie can only catch the shadow on the table before she finally looks over, half-hazardously wiping away the bullets of tears still staining her cheeks.

The air is stolen out of her lungs when the last person she had expected to come to her party stands in the doorway.

Gregory takes a step into the room, the same Gregory from math class that nobody has ever seemed to see at school two days in a row, that Cassie had always felt so curious about. The door slides shut and once again throws the room into complete silence, save for some cheery music to the theme of 'Fazbear Birthday' playing quietly on the speakers.

Gregory takes a look around, looking at the floating balloons and empty chairs and the sole, untouched carrot cake sitting in the middle of the table, empty places littering the table in front of each seat.

Cassie feels self consciousness redden her cheeks, when he finally looks at her, and Cassie tenses, scrambling to find something to wipe away all remnants of her previous breakdown so Gregory doesnt see how much of a weirdo she is and walk right back out that door.

"Um- I-- Gregory!" She finally stutters out, resorting to using the tablecloth as a tissue as she wipes at her eyes, and Cassie has no idea if its helping at all or making her definitely smudged makeup worse. "Haha, hi! Um, I'm sorry, I didnt expect you--"

"To show up?" Gregory finishes, and Cassie startles when she sees him smile for the very first time ever. "You invited me, why would I not come?"

Cassie finds that shes unable to answer, and she just pauses, unsubtlety glancing towards the rows of empty chairs as a crestfallen look undoubtedly appears on her face.

She tries to shake it off, not wanting to look like shes fishing for pity or sympathy in front of Gregory, but she cant help it when the complete lack of people in the room besides herself and the one, only person who came to her party overwhelms her again.

She can see Gregory startle when she promptly bursts into tears again, and she abandons trying to clean up her ruined makeup, just hiding her face in her hands as she let's out almost cartoonish weeps.

She feels shame build in her stomach when the tears don't stop, nor does the burning, aching feeling in her chest, and she feels Gregorys presence shift from the middle of the room to the plastic chair at her side.

"Im-Im sorry." She says in between sobs. "Y-You shouldn't have to deal with me. I'm a m-mess."

She feels Gregory lay a hand on her shoulder, and only then does she finally lower her hands ever so slightly, peeking through her fingers.

Gregory is just looking at her in a way shes never seen before. He looks sympathetic, but in the most <i>non</i> judgey way possible. Hes offering her a soft, comforting smile, and it stretches wider when she finally makes eye contact with him.

"Its okay to be a mess. I mean, nobody came to your birthday party." Gregory tells her, and she feels embarrassed in the same way she did before, but also almost... relieved? Appreciative? That Gregory didnt beat around the bush and just said straight up what happened.

It feels less like somebody is trying to calm her down because it's what they're supposed to do and more like she has somebody else in it with her.

"If you didnt cry about it, I'd be confused for sure. I saw all of those invites on the other kids' desks." He says, and turns around to fish something out of his backpack. "'M not surprised those girls didn't come. They seem like pretty big assholes."

A startled laugh bursts out of Cassies chest, and the shame dissipates just a little bit. "Y-Yeah. They've always sucked. Always rude to me, too."

"I sure wouldn't doubt it. I've never been around to see it, though." He says, and then finally finds whatever he was looking for in his bag.

She tries not to get even more emotional when she sees the stark sight of pink sparkle against Gregory's dirty, Glamrock Freddy themed backpack, tucked neatly inside the pocket when he turns back around.

When she finally looks towards him, he's handing her a cloth with that same look on his face, that makes Cassie feel almost immediately at ease.

"I wish I could give you a cleaner one..." He says, almost sheepish, but Cassie is still caught up in the thoughtfulness to notice. "But hey, better than nothing!"

The cloth is a bit dirty; its white and has a smudge of pale yellow that looks like an old stain, but Cassie still takes the cloth gingerly, using it to wipe away some of the mascara tracks on her face and smudged purple.

"Thanks." She says, and when she tries to hand it back to Gregory, he just pushes her hand back to her chest.

"Keep it." He insists. "Not the best gift, but... I hope itll help you feel just a bit less gross on your birthday if you end up crying again."

Cassie definitely does not tear up again at the almost jarring understanding and non-ridicule. Gregory points out that she might cry again, and that's it okay. It's a sad day.

So she just uses the gift (because that's what it is; a gift) to wipe at her eyes, stopping any more makeup that caked up her face before from running again.

"Thank you" She says genuinely, and Gregory grins at her when a smile breaks out on her own face.

"No problem." He says. "Now, instead of moping around, how about we eat some of that cake and then go race in some go-karts?" Gregory throws out, pointing a finger at her Roxy colored stars clipped to her sweater.

She sniffs, rubbing away the rest of the upset that plagued her when she had been all alone (because she isnt anymore).

Cassie smiles, and she can still taste the salt on her lips, but she grabs her own plate and Gregory's, and goes to cut the cake.

"Wait!" Gregory stops her. "Arent you gonna make a wish?"

He gestures to the unlit candles, molded as the number twelve, and she pauses.

"They arent lit, though..." She points out.

"Leave it to me." is all Gregory says, and he pulls out a lighter from one of his pockets without a single elaboration as to why he even has one on him. He lights the candles, and pockets the lighter, grinning at her when he pulls back and then taking a deep breath.

"Happy Fazbear birthday, pizza games and cakes!" He starts singing, and Cassie cant help but burst into laughter when he exaggerates his voice in the same was Freddy does in the song.

Cassie almost cant blow out the candles because she keeps smiling, and it interrupts her every time she tries to blow, but eventually, the lights from the candles fizzle out, and Gregory's clapping along with his cheering echoes through the room, and Cassie cant help but feel her cheeks redden.

"Happy birthday, Cassie." Gregory grins, and Cassie, for once today, is happy.

Gregory wastes no time grabbing a frankly huge slice of carrot cake and stuffing his face, but Cassie lingers for just a moment longer, pausing.

I wish, She begins, ignoring how sappy her wish is about to be. that Gregory and I stay friends after today.

When Cassie grabs her own slice, an edge piece with a lot of frosting on it, Gregory starts jabbering to her with jokes and clever quips, and Cassie feels tears prick her eyes. This time not from the entirely silent room clouding her with sorrow, but from Gregory's boisterous laughter that sends her own stomach cramping from joining in.

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[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 17

Kid x Reader

Ahoy! Remember that angsty Kid story I wrote last year for Whumptober? I saw you guys wanted a sequel so I decided to write the prequel to that from Kid's POV! (I do have the idea of making this a series but I need more motivation) Anyway, if you can read the other part to this HERE

Enjoy the story! ^-^

"Kid, you've been acting different lately," Killer said as he stood beside his friend.

"You don't have to remind me," Kid growled, shifting his stance while keeping his arms folded as he leaned against the school's gate. His eyes were fixated on a group of friends walking by... no, he's only looking at one person, you.

"It's the girl, isn't it?" Killer stated, following Kid's gaze.

Kid grumbled in response and averted his eyes from the group to glare at the ground. Even with you out of sight, you weren't out of his mind. You haunted his mind and wouldn't leave, ironic because you didn't exist to him before Ms. Makino paired the two of you for an English project this year.

"When are you gonna tell her?" Killer asks turning back to the redhead.

"I don't plan to."

"Why not? She gets along with us just fine," Killer pointed out, which is seen as a good sign in the Kid Gang since most of the girls who try to run after them have a distaste for most of their members.

"She's probably already dating that goth freak."

"Who is?"

Kid and Killer turn to see Law approaching them.

"Fuck off Trafalgar!"

"I came to ask a favour, I thought I was going look for a way to bargain but it looks like you need information." Law smirks.

Killer glances at Kid who is already growling at Law, "Kid, if you don't want to ask her directly to find out, this is the next best thing."

"I know," Kid growls, loathing at the thought of asking Law for something. "Fine! Do you know if [Y/n] is with that freak Hawkins?"

Law shook his head. "I've seen Basil hang around [Y/n] but he's not dating anyone. He says romance is nothing but delusions and a distraction in high school, maybe you should heed his words Eustass."

"I don't ask for your opinion Trafalgar!" Kid flipped him off.

"Well you did ask for information, and now you gotta pay up."

"Like hell I will after-"

"Do you know if [Y/n] is with anyone?" Killer asked for Kid, figuring if they get more info Kid will help Law without a fuss.

"I don't, but if anyone in this school would know, it's probably Basil," Law shrugs. "He knows her the most, probably the only one who knows her. Not even Strawhat or his friends know about her, and that's hard to find these days."

"I know her."

"Sure you do Eustass, but I suggest talking to Basil."

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"You wish to know if [Y/n] is single?" Hawkins questioned, closing his locker door and turning to Kid.

"That's what I just asked."

"May I inquire why?"

"I just want to know," Kid told him, folding his arms.

"To answer your question, no, she is not with anyone at the moment," Hawkins stated. "However, if you're wanting to pursue her, I would advise against that."

"Let hell you'll stop me!" Kid shouted, side-punching the locker beside him.

"I'm not saying I will," Hawkins said. "But I think you should reconsider."

"What do you mean?" Kid asked narrowing his eyes at the blond.

"Knowing [Y/n]'s past, it's clear that you're not suited for her."

"And what? You are!?"

"No, our relationship is as she once stated 'loners who stick together', but you, on the other hand, are a bit more complicated now that you've developed feelings for her."

"That's none of your business!"

"Perhaps not, but it is [Y/n]'s business and as someone who has known [Y/n] for quite some time now, I can't help but be concerned about her well-being," Hawkins states while maintaining eye contact with Kid. When the redhead doesn't respond, Hawkins walks past him to go to his club when he stops. "There's more to [Y/n] that you haven't seen. If you're serious about this, I suggest you find out before you go any further."

Kid stood there, hearing Hawkins' footsteps echo further down the hall.

Did he really not know you? Sure, Kid might not know your childhood or the other schools you went to, but he didn't think that'd be a big deal. He hasn't been to your house yet either but most families wouldn't want a member of a gang in their house... No, that's not an excuse. If he's going to get to know this side he hasn't seen, he has to set that aside.

Kid decided that the next time he sees you he'll take you around town to see if he could take a step closer to knowing you. At least, that's what he wanted to do, but you were making it hard to do.

You no longer stayed in your shared English class, always asking to study somewhere else. He never saw you in the halls, not even when Hawkins walked by. You were nowhere to be found at lunch, and if you were in a club at the end of the day, Kid didn't see you in there because he checked every club meeting to find you.

Two weeks passed since this started, and Kid normally didn't like assuming these kinds of things, at least not when it comes to his friends, yet his mind couldn't stop whispering this thought to him.

You were avoiding him.

Tag: @gnarlycrys @roseoftrafalgar @bookandyarndragon

[gilverrwrites]

Some people have all the luck

Two-Face/Reader, 1.2K words Idk, writing that match-up with good ol' Harv sparked something in my brain and I haven't stopped thinking about him since. I just had to write something. Using his Arkham design in the divider but this isn't specific to that portrayal. [1/2] Already at rock bottom, Two-Face offers you the chance to test your luck. Rating: 18+

CWs: Drunk reader, smoking, implied threats of violence, sexually suggestible themes - nothing explicit, swearing, Reader is kind of a dick - but hey, we all have bad days.

Please: never apologise for being yourself.

It had been a terrible, awful, shitty day, but somebody else’s was about to be worse. 

Perhaps because you were too drunk to even think of minding your own business, or perhaps because you wanted to see somebody else’s day ruined, you watch, lucid and transfixed as a strong, grotesque hand clutches the arm of another drunken bar patron.

You’d clocked him as soon as he’d entered; tall, dark, and intriguingly handsome in ways you didn’t care to decipher. His suit was crisp, hugging him in all the right places, a cigar situated cleanly between his teeth. 

The unlucky girl had been in a world of her own, dancing amongst friends. The poor thing hadn’t been looking where she was going, and hadn’t seen him coming despite his very noticeable presence. She’d spun around, colliding with his large frame, spilling her cocktail all over his two-tone suit. 

Their voices can barely be heard over the blaring music, but she looks to be begging, hunched over in a show of submission, trying desperately to reel back her trapped arm. 

When he drops his cigar to the floor, putting it out easily as he reaches into his suit jacket to pull out his signature coin, you sit up straighter. At least you try to, your intoxicated body only allows you to lean further onto your table, angling for a better view. 

The silver dollar glints under the spotlights as it flips through the air and lands back in his good hand. 

His lips move, either an omen of what’s to come, or a warning for the future and then… 

He releases his grip. She bows her head lower, and then she’s gone, disappearing amongst the crowd. Disappointing. 

That should have been it, you should have averted your gaze when it was over, nursed your drink, watched somebody else, someone less dangerous. In all honestly, you don’t even realise you’re still staring until he’s standing directly on the other side of your table, glaring back at you. Half glaring. The unmarred side of his face, the ‘handsome Harvey’ side as the paper used to bill him, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbone seems softer, sadder. It looks at you like you’re a lost puppy, begging your safety.

The other side not so much; It's still handsome, all the trademark features of his right side still there, under layers of sharp, twisted skin. It doesn’t seem so bad up close, strangely attractive even, if not for the veiny yellow eye that appears to be routing for your demise. 

You can’t help but wonder how much of your perception of his supposed conflicting expressions is real, and how much of it is fuelled by his portrayals in the media, by the uneven shapes of his face under the blinking lights, by your own dubious emotions. 

“What are you looking at?” His voice is low, gravelly, threatening. More of a growl that emanates from his puffed-out chest. 

Had you been sober, you likely would have let your panic show, would have stuttered over your words, would have uttered a thousand apologies, not unlike his previous target. Instead, you continue to peer up at him as you take a slow sip of your drink, struggling to find your coaster when you place it back on the table. 

“I just can’t believe she got away with that.” The words come out slurred, but more confident than you’d expected. “Some people have all the luck.” 

Maybe your statement, maybe your demeanour, but something about you seems to amuse him. The space where an eyebrow would sit on his left side raises, his head twists to the side, showing you more of his undamaged side. 

“Not you?” His voice is still gruff and husky, but his tone is lighter now, entertained. 

“Me? Nah. If I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” You try to make some form of gesture with your arms, but all you manage to do is spill a tipple from your drink. Finally looking away from him, you grab way too many napkins whilst trying and clean up your spillage. 

Distracted, you don’t notice his rounding the table until you hear the sound of metal knocking on glass far too close for comfort. Your eyes dart to the noise. His hand is beside yours, tapping his coin against the table. You unabashedly track your eyes up his body, taking in his dexterous hand, muscular arms, broad shoulders, until you’re face to face again.

Even as you’re perched on the bar stool his standing frame still towers over you. Up close he smells like smoke and jasmine. He radiates authority and malice that should caution you, should send you running. But for some reason you find yourself intrigued, captivated by his formidable presence. 

Presumably satisfied to have your attention once again, he brings the coin up close to your face, turning it back and forth between his fingers, displaying its two sides. One clean and shiny, the other dented and scratched, a mirror image of himself. 

“Care to test that theory?” What a terrifying prospect, the answer is clearly no, but it’s obvious you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Your only hope is that it lands on his good side. 

“Not really, but by all means.” Your attempt to crack a joke seems to land. The left side of his face doesn’t have much of a mouth, but the muscles twitch upwards in a manner that implies a smile. 

You watch with bated breath, teeth digging into your lower lip as the coin jolts into the air. It lands in the palm of his hand, and he closes his fingers over it quickly, denying you a chance to glimpse the results. 

“This is the part where they usually try to run away.” He comments, and you really can’t tell if he’s trying to make his own joke or not. You tilt your body away from him, buzzed brain trying and failing to locate an escape path. Then you look at your feet, heavy and unbalanced due to the sheer amount of booze you’d been trying to drown yourself in. 

“I would but…” I wouldn’t get far, I don’t think I can, I’d probably just fall flat on my face. Warm, rough skin meets your chin, directing your slackened face back to his. When you look up at him, your heart races under his lurid gaze. “I don’t want to.” 

His fingers move deftly, opening just enough for him to glimpse the result before placing it back in his inner pocket. Still declining you a peek at your fate. 

The same rugged skin that had held your face now rakes down your body, dropping lower until it’s wrapped around your waist, easily hoisting you from your seat and onto unsteady feet. The crowd parts with every step, eager not to get in his way. You wonder how you look to the masses, like lovers heading home for the night? Like a father caring for his inebriated child? His vice-like, bruising grip around your body implies something far less tender. 

You spot the girl from earlier, pale and shaking amongst a group of girlfriends attempting to calm her. She offers you a solemn, pitying look. Perhaps this is your penance for routing for her downfall. 

“Wh- what are you- where are we…” You trip over your words, nerves finally getting the better of your vocal cords. His expression gives nothing away. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know.” 

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - no angels here

Part 9:

You stayed in Daryl’s arena while you cried, neither of you were sure how long it had been but eventually you stopped sobbing and you slowly sat up.

You cleared your through, wiping your face with your hands and you took a small breath.

“You wanted to know… there it is… there’s everything about me that I never told you.”

You glanced over at him, and averted your gaze, unable to look Daryl directly in the eyes.

“I got myself cast out of heaven, and now they’re coming back for me. I only have myself to blame, I know that, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let them come after anybody else to try and get to me.”

Daryl just nodded his head.

Placing your hands on your knees you pushed yourself up, taking yourself off to the other side of the room.

“The person you met was real, that was still me. It was a past version of me I thought had died years ago, but it was still me. I never lied to any of you, I just wasn’t exactly honestly and I am sorry.”

Sighing, you walked towards door.

“I’ll go when I know you’re all safe, I’ll take Balthazar with me too.”

He never stopped you as you went to leave, he simply just let you go, no doubt to where you had been sat this entire time.

Daryl just got up made his way back to his room, laying down on the bed as he tried to get some sleep.

Daryl spent the next few days just thinking about what you had said, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything knowing you were still around, so he decided to start spending most of his days outside the community, hunting or just scavenging.

Balthazar would insist on going with him each time, they wouldn’t talk, they would just keep their distance while Daryl did whatever it is he wanted to do.

You would always be standing on the wall when he left, and you would stand there as he came back.

You were almost like a statue, not moving as you watched over the horizon.

As they came back this time, Balthazar motioned for you to come down and you did, meeting them at the gate.

“What is it?” You asked.

“We had a… let’s call it encounter.” Balthazar sighed.

“What happened.”

Balthazar walked to the curb and sat himself down, and you knelt in front of him.

“They tried to attack me, Daryl attacked them, so they attacked him. They got me pretty good…”

“Show me.”

Balthazar lifted his shirt, showing you his side which was bandaged, but still bleeding.

“He did what he could.”

“Here.”

You unwrapped the bandage around his side, seeing the slowly bleeding wound.

Placing your hand over it, you waited a moment before moving your hand away to show that it had been healed.

“Did Daryl get hurt?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.”

You nodded, standing up and you walked over to Daryl who was talking to Michonne and Gabriel.

“They’re getting closer.” Aaron said.

You stopped, turning your head to him.

“I know. I’ll sort it.”

You carried on making your way towards Daryl but the moment he saw you heading over he left, walking away.

You sighed, stopping in your tracks.

You tore your gaze from him, turning to Michonne.

“Do you know where the dead centre of the community is?”

“Why?”

“Because I can put up a barrier that’ll stop them from entering, but it has to be in the dead centre of the community otherwise it won’t work.”

Michonne nodded her head, gesturing for you to follow her so you did.

She took you to the centre of Alexandria and you took your jacket off, handing it to Balthazar.

Rolling up your sleeves you walked over to Gabriel, taking the knife from his belt and you took a deep breath.

Running the ballade over your palm, you walked in a circle until the drops of your blood connected.

Kneeling down, you placed your palm on the ground, and you closed your eyes.

You began to talk, but nobody could understand what it was that you were saying, your words not even seemingly like normal sounds to them as you spoke.

They didn’t see anything happen, but eventually you stood up, and the blood seeped through the ground leaving no trace it was there.

“This’ll stop them from entering, which means you’ll always be safe inside this walls, I can’t directly do anything about the walkers or other humans, they can still get in.”

“Why can’t you stop everybody getting in? Protect us for good?” Gabriel asked.

“It’s against the rules for us to directly involve ourselves in helping you, protecting you against what’s already on earth. However it if were caused by one of us, then I can get involved.” You explained.

You turned around to look at him.

“Even if I did say for example heal a life threatening wound inflicted by a Walker, it would just come back, it wouldn’t let me heal you.”

You clasped your hands behind your back.

“Some rules I simply cannot break, but I can indirectly help you in those situations. I can divert the threat, or guide help to you, even bring you to the help. As long as I’m not the one attempting to directly assist you.”

“That’s why you always gave us directions when we were outside the walls.” Aaron mumbled.

“Exactly, guiding you away from hordes or traps set by other humans.”

You turned around to look down the street.

“I need to go, but Balthazar can fill you in on everything.”

You made your way down the street, making your way to the house where you knew you would find Daryl.

He was inside, in his room with his back to the door as he changed his shirt.

You stood there for a moment, looking at him, taking in the scars that littered his back, and the small cuts that covered his side.

“They’re not going to stop bleeding.”

Daryl turned around to look up at you, and you saw one going across his stomach.

“Why the hell not?” He asked.

“Inflicted by celestial blades, they’re made to ensure that even if you got away you kept leading until you eventually bled out.”

You walked over to him, raising your hand and you trailed a finger along the cut, letting it heal into a thin scar.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and turned him around, doing the same to the other ones so they were all gone.

You let your hand linger on his chest before you moved it.

“You can do that but you won’t do the same for these?”

Daryl brought a hand up, touching one of the destroyed feathers on your wings and you flinched a little.

“I don’t deserve to let them heal, the state that they’re in is my own fault.”

“Show me.”

You looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Show me them.”

You looked at his face, his eyes locked with yours and you knew that he wouldn’t be giving up on this that easy.

Sighing heavily, you nodded your head, handing him a shirt so he could put it on.

Once his shirt was on, you left his room with him following close behind you, and you took him outside where the sunlight would light everything up better.

Standing in the garden, you turned to face him.

You took a deep breath, letting out a groan of pain as you stretched your wings out a far as they would go, which was pretty far considering the state they were in.

Daryl could see the sunlight bleeding through holes in the feathers, melting under the burned and missing ones.

Your feathers didn’t reach to the bottom of them like Balthazar’s did, the bottom of yours were featherless, and he could see the bone sticking out.

“Why are they like this?”

“Because this is what heaven did to me, in order to teach me a lesson. They set my wings on fire, over and over again until my feathers turned black, and they stopped healing like they were supposed to.”

He walked over, walking around you, looking at them from behind.

Reaching out, he watched as you flinched a little when he brushed his fingers over them.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then fix them.”

“I can’t Daryl, if I do that then it takes away the punishment I deserve for what I did. I don’t regret any of the choices I made or what I did to in heaven, but I still deserved this.”

“Shut up.”

Daryl walked back in front of you.

“No you don’t, stop saying stupid crap like that.”

“I do.”

“No you don’t. Yeah okay you did some stupid shit, but you don’t deserve the kind of pain you’re putting yourself through day after day.”

You folded your wings against your back, and you looked at him, then averted your gaze.

“Fix them.”

“Daryl please…”

“Why are so convinced you don’t deserve anything good?!”

“Because I don’t! Because I never did!”

You clenched your jaw, turning away from him.

Daryl walked over, he placed his hand on your face, running his fingers along your cheek, and he finally took your chin between his fingers and turned your head towards him.

“Why do you think I never told you I loved you Daryl? Because I didn’t deserve anything good… and you deserved better than me…”

“I don’t get a say in that huh?”

“You don’t deserve someone like me Daryl, you deserve better…”

He let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, and he leant forward, brushing his lips against yours.

“Stop doing this to yourself idiot…” he whispered.

You leant up, placing your hand on the back of his head to pulling him down so you could kiss him properly.

It was a kiss that seemed to slow down time, that made everything else around you both freeze as you finally stopped dancing around your feelings with each other.

Finally you pulled away and you looked at him, your (E/C) eyes meeting his.

“You need to stop hating yourself so much…”

“I can’t…”

“You can.”

You shook your head slightly.

“I’ve hated myself for thousands of years Daryl…”

“That stops now.”

Daryl made his way back inside and you silently followed him.

You stood in the kitchen while he went through the cupboards looking for something.

“I’ve hated myself for thousands of years Daryl, I’m okay with that. But if something happened to you I would burn heaven down again, I would storms its gates and bring them all to their knees. I’ll start a riot if I have to to protect you.”

Daryl turned around.

“I don’t want that.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You’re going to stay here, you’re going to stop hating yourself, you’re going to fix your wings and we’re going to show those fuckers that they’ll never get the best of you.”

Daryl walked over, taking your face between his hands and he kissed your forehead, letting you wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Your head rested on his chest.

Daryl hugged your back, mindful of your obviously painful wings.

“I’ll do what I have to in order to stop them Daryl… no matter what it is…”

He nodded his head knowingly full well that you would.

“We’ll figure it out. Like we always do.”

You nodded your head, and you both just stood there in a much needed embrace for the pair of you.

Things had changed, but Daryl could see that you were still you, you were still the person who got to know, the person he cared for.

You opened up to him and finally told him everything, but you were still you, you never abandoned him when he was less than kind to you, when he left you behind the walls, you were still there.

So, he wasn’t going to abandon you now, you two had been through too much for him to just walk away now

[tokkias]

based on this cover and a real conversation i had with a friend

When Gray and Natsu argue, they argue loud. Intentionally or not, they make sure that everyone around them knows exactly what they’re bickering about. That’s what makes it so weird when their latest spat comes in quiet whispers, spat at each other from across the table.

Usually Lucy would be delighted over this newfound development, happy that the two could have their disagreements without having to drag everyone else into them, but she can’t seem to find that comfort when every time she looks over at them, they’re looking back at her.

They both avert their gazes when she glances over at them, but they’re not doing a very good job of hiding it, and she gets an inkling that whatever they’re arguing about, it has something to do with her.

As much as she tries to ignore them, it’s hard to relax knowing their eyes are glued to her but not knowing why. At first, she worries that her skirt is tucked into her underwear or that she’s got a piece of toilet paper stuck to her shoe, but once she realises that neither is the case, she’s completely at a loss for what on earth they could be staring at her for and why they seem to be arguing over it.

She’s not sure if she should be relieved or not when Gray finally calls out to her directly instead of just trying to sneak a look at her every few seconds.

"Hey Lucy, can you come over here for a second?"

Warily, she stands up and walks over to their table, arms crossed over her chest and a look of hesitancy on her face.

"We wanna ask you something," Natsu tells her, his expression more serious than she thinks she’s ever seen it, which makes her completely caught off guard by what he says next. "What does your shirt say?"

Confused, Lucy drops her arms and looks down at the shirt she’s decided to wear today. It’s white with bold yellow text across the front, which she proceeds to read out to them.

"It says I only date bad boys."

She has no idea how knowing what her shirt says will solve their disagreement, but in response, Gray smacks the table, seemingly in celebration.

"See? I told you, dumbass," he yells out, no longer trying to conceal their argument. "Why the hell would it say anything else?"

Lucy stands there in confusion as she watches a brawl begin to simmer in front of her, but before she can let that happen, there’s a burning question in the back of her mind that needs answering.

Interrupting their argument, she turns to face Natsu, bringing his attention away from Grey, before she asks, "What did you think it said?"

"I oily date baby’s," he replies, somehow not at all embarrassed by the phrase or by the fact that that’s what he thought it said.

It takes Lucy a moment to process what he’s just said because, at first, she thinks she’s misheard him.

"Why would I wear a shirt that says that?" She asks, completely baffled by his reply.

"I don’t know! You’re wearing it, not me!" He shoots back defensively.

"But I’m not wearing it. That’s not what it says."

"That’s what it looked like from here!"

This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, that Natsu Dragneel had left her completely and utterly speechless. Luckily for her, Gray was long used to his stupid antics and had the exact words to reply.

"You’re a fuckin’ idiot."

[writersfantacy]

POTENTIAL GROOM (PART 3)

Continuing the third part of the serious "POTENTIAL GROOM (part3)" :-

Mina couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the uzumaki palace, as Mikito was talking on about its ancient history. Mina barely registered Tobirama’s voice, as he walked beside her and tried to catch her attention. ���Are you even listening, Uchiha?” he asked, sounding annoyed. “Yeah, yeah, give me a summary later on.” she said, looking around and sneaking through the gardens, as if searching for something. “What are you looking for?” Tobirama asked, his voice laced with suspicion, but he received no answer. He could tell that Mina was hiding something, but he had no idea what. Mikito was far ahead of them, so Tobirama seized the opportunity and grabbed Mina’s hand, pulling her to a secluded corner. He pinned her to a red wall, his eyes piercing into hers. “Uchiha, don’t try anything funny. We’re here for something important. What are you even looking for? Didn’t you ask for this trip?” He bombarded her with questions, his tone stern and serious. “Senju, I’m not doing anything funny. But don’t you think people walking past us will find this position of ours a little too…inviting?” She retorted, referring to his hold on her. As soon as she said that, both of them felt a flush of heat on their cheeks. They were so close, their breaths mingling. Tobirama had no ill intention; he was just used to interrogating people in an intimidating manner. His head was only a few inches away from hers.

He cleared his throat and let go of her, averting his gaze to regain his composure. He couldn’t help but think about her beautiful face that he had seen so many times and even studied it, but being so close to her again made his heart race. This had happened quite a few times, and he hated himself for letting it affect him. But he was a man of reason, so he recovered his mind as soon as it was lost in her eyes. “What were you looking for?” he asked again, with a softer voice, still not looking directly at her. “I was looking for the famous Uzumaki lotus that grows in this palace,” she said, looking around as well, trying to conceal her flustered tone. “It has amazing medical properties, I wanted to see it but Mikito won’t tell me,” then an idea flashed in her mind. She looked at Tobirama with a wide smile, he was amused to see her smile again but he knew something was up. “Why don’t you ask for it? I mean she has a crush on you, maybe she’ll tell you.” Mina clasped her hands while pondering on her brilliant idea and getting glares and disgusted expressions from Tobirama.

He shook his head I'm not getting into your stupid idea" and glared at her for suggesting such a foolish idea. But Mina’s charm was stronger than Tobirama’s resistance. “Aww… You won’t do it? Then I’ll have to explore this place alone and if I get caught, we’ll both be in trouble since we were together.” she said with a sweet smile, that she used whenever she wanted to tease him. Tobirama had no choice, he sighed “Uchihas are truly wicked” he muttered under his breath and approached Mikito. Mina was ecstatic, smiling at her own scheme. “So, he would actually do this for me…or for his pride, same thing.” “Princess Mikito, what is this Uzumaki lotus we’ve heard of?” he asked confidently, without any hesitation. It might seem suspicious to ask it directly, but his tone and manner made it more appealing. Mikito was delighted that Tobirama actually asked something or even spoke to her. “Yes, yes… It’s actually one of our specialties. It’s a medicinal flower with incredible healing powers. It was given to us by our ancestor” she beamed with joy while telling its history. Tobirama listened carefully, while keeping an eye on Mina so she wouldn’t do anything reckless. Mina wasn’t a child to do something as stupid as that, She wasn’t called clever for nothing. “I can show you if you want, I mean it’s in my room only. But it should be a secret” Mikito said, Tobirama agreed to the idea followed by Mina.

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Dear Readers,

I'll post other parts as soon as possible. Thank you for reading. please comment about next series or any other idea that you might want me to write about.

:) byee

[meesherbeans]

Baxter MC Week: Day 4 (AU)

“What are you really doing here?” Baxter ran a hand through his shaggy, dark grey hair as he averted his gaze, shame visible on his face. He was wearing the same flannel and jeans she’d seen him in the last time they spoke several years ago.

Yukino sighed and sat down next to him, her bracelets lightly jingling. “I hope you’re kidding,” she murmured.

He glanced briefly in her direction before he stood up and lifted both his hands to gesture at the worn pickup truck in front of them. “Do you think I’m kidding? I’m just maintenance at a school district. I fix toilets and busted doors. There’s no reason for you to be here when there’re hundreds of guys who can give you more. This is all I’ve got. You’re used to, and you deserve, way better than this.”

Once he finished putting himself down yet again, she stood up and put her hands on both of her hips. Anger slowly started to course through her veins, and she had to call on years of etiquette training to keep her voice steady. “Don’t you dare tell me what I deserve. I have never been allowed to make a real choice in my entire life, and you know that. Do not decide for me.”

The scolding hit home, and she watched as he lowered his head at the reminder. “Yukino, you know that I… god, you’re gonna make this so difficult, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one making things difficult!” she exclaimed, her eyes slowly watering as her anger began to turn into fear. “I don’t have anything any longer. Nothing! But I’m here because you were right last time. You… you were. Don’t tell me it’s too late…”

Baxter turned around to gaze at her, confusion and hurt in his expression. “What’re you… no, you don’t. You’ve still got that fancy degree, your clothes, your car. You could waltz into any city and find a job that’d pay you more than I’ll see in my life. You don’t have nothing. You’re… you were born to be special. You always have been, and you know it.”

The expression on his face was so similar to what she remembered from the last time they had seen one another. That was the worst day of her life. Her parents had forced her to return home and finish her degree at the local university, mostly to assert their control once more after they discovered the relationship she had hidden from them.

They were displeased with Yukino’s “little fling with a maintenance man,” as her mother had flippantly referred to the very serious romance she had with Baxter. He wasn’t good enough in their estimation, and so they couldn’t trust her to stay at the University of Oregon. She was ordered back to Southern California, and she went… because it was all she’d ever known.

But the regret only grew over time, and a year after she had graduated, her father found the perfect job for her. It was with his oldest business partner’s company, and she would step into a senior role immediately. The nepotism made her sick, but the straw that broke her back was when her mother gleefully told her later that said business partner also had a child her age. It would be a perfect match with a proper partner, and they would be a powerful couple. Yukino knew that if she accepted the job, she would be shackled to their world forever.

She left that night. Her car was packed to the brim with anything sentimental or valuable that was definitively hers, and she drove away without looking back. The only notice she gave either of her parents was a rejection written on the offer letter. There was no plan, and the only place she could even imagine going was directly to Oregon.

For two and a half days, she drove north in silence as she tried to figure out what she could say or do to try and fix what she had broken by leaving. She and Baxter had been seeing each other for two years before she was ordered home, and it hurt him deeply when she complied.

Now, as she stood in front of him with tears in her eyes, she was filled with the fear that she had irreparably shattered things.

“I’m sorry,” Yukino whispered, her voice hoarse. “I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have gone. You were right.”

Baxter pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, I wasn’t! But… yes, I was! C’mon, look at you. You could do anything you wanted to. I didn’t want you to go, but that was selfish, and I knew it. But I’m still mad, anyway. You were the brightest, the best part of my life, and you just left me.”

Every word he said burned into her heart, but she let him talk. It was the least she could do after everything she’d done to him.

“I kept trying to figure out if there was anything I could ever do to make something of myself. Try and prove that I was worth it. But I’m not! And I knew it! Didn’t stop me from trying, though. Damn it, Yukino, I don’t know what you want me to say!” he snapped.

Her tears finally broke free, and she closed her eyes in an attempt to stop them from getting worse.

“Come on, now, don’t you cry at m–”

She quickly lifted her left hand, gesturing for him to stop talking, and he mercifully complied. The brief respite allowed her to regain some semblance of control of her emotions, and she looked at Baxter once again, desperately hoping he would believe her.

“I love you. I… never stopped, not for a single second. I’m always going to love you. If you… if you really want me to leave, I will. But I need you to know that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone.”

The tears continued to trickle down her cheeks slowly, but she persisted. “It was stupid. I was scared and a coward, and I should’ve stood up to them sooner, and I hurt you because of that. It’s my fault. I’m so, so sorry.”

He stood there quietly, watching her as she silently wept after pouring her heart out. Every second was agony; she had no idea what he would say when he finally spoke. She had done all she possibly could but still feared that her decision had ruined everything between them. If he didn't want anything to do with her, she knew she would have to accept it.

“…Stop crying,” Baxter muttered in a thick voice. He held out a calloused hand.

Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Yukino sniffled and stepped forward to place a manicured hand in his for the first time in three years. Despite the tension in the air between them, she couldn’t help but feel like she was at home once more. But she still didn’t dare speak. It was up to him to decide what they would be.

His other hand lifted to brush the tears away from her cheek with his rough thumb, gliding it along her silky skin. He cleared his throat before continuing with a fragile question. “You know I never stopped loving you, darling. But… are you sure about this?”

“I’d give everything up a hundred times over,” she firmly replied. “The answer’s yes. It took me years to finally say it, but yes.”

Their lips met in a long-overdue, electric kiss. Everything made sense once again, and Yukino couldn’t help the tears of joy now trailing down her face. Even though she had lost the support of her affluent parents, she won her freedom and a fiancé instead.

It was the best trade she’d ever made.

[kybercrystals94]

When Fears Are Faced

By KyberCrystals94

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Bad Things Happen Bingo | Prompt: Facing their phobia

Rating: G

Words: 721

Summary: Hunter faces his greatest fear… [[this story might make more sense if you’ve read Where Fears Are Born (by me!) & Phobia (by @just-here-with-my-thoughts) first!]]

(This story takes place mid season 1)

TW: Arachnophobia (you might wanna skip this little story if you have issues with spiders…)

It isn’t fair.

None of this is fair.

Tech is the one who suggested swim lessons in the first place, so, really, he should be the one standing here compromising. That would be fair. That would be reasonable. But instead, somehow, someway, Tech is standing a dozen meters away and half a step behind Wrecker’s bulking, trembling form. At least the cowards have the decency to look sympathetic.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Hunter asks, forcing a gruffness into his voice to hide the way it wants to pitch an octave.

“Yes, Hunter, it’s perfectly harmless,” Echo says. Hunter isn’t looking at the cyborg’s face, but he can practically hear the eye roll.

“It’s true,” Tech calls from his safe distance, “I double checked the data myself.”

Shut up, Tech, Hunter wants to retort, but he bites his tongue. You’re doing this for the kid. If she can handle it…you can handle it.

“And look how cute it is!” Omega croons, holding her cupped hands up for Hunter’s horrified inspection, “It’s fuzzy!” Hunter does not look at it, averting his eyes. Omega pulls her hands back, and gently strokes the demon with her pinky. “Do you think it likes this, Echo? Me petting it?”

“Arachnids do not register affectionate gestures in the same way that traditionally domesticated creatures do,” Tech offers, voice carrying on the gentle breeze that has picked up.

Hunter grits his teeth. “If you know so much about them, why don’t you come over here and do this?” he asks.

“That was not the agreement.”

Omega smiles up at Hunter with the sweetest, most affectionate show of teeth he’s ever seen. “I promise it won’t hurt you,” she says.

Hunter wants to crawl out of his skin. He wants to call this whole thing off. He wants to knock Tech and Wrecker’s heads together for getting him into this mess. Instead, he tries so hard to smile back at his little sister. “Okay,” he says, “if I hold the spider—”

“—for thirty seconds—” Echo puts in quickly.

Hunter shoots him a look but turns his focus back to Omega. “If I hold the spider for thirty seconds,” he emphasizes for Echo’s benefit, “then you’ll let us teach you how to swim, right?”

Omega nods eagerly. “If you face your fear, I’ll face mine!” She bounces on her toes, so excited.

This isn’t fair!

Hunter wrings his hands together nervously. This is one of the worst moments of my life.

“Are you ready?” Omega asks.

No! Hunter holds out his hand. “As I’ll ever be.”

Wrecker and Tech lean in from their safe distance.

Omega drops the spider in Hunter’s hand.

Hunter can’t ever hope to try and deny the pathetic creak of his voice when the eight-legged monster scrambles confusedly across his palm. It finally settles near the base of his fingers, perching with its legs drawn up. He might as well be holding literal flame.

“Awww,” Omega lilts joyfully, “it likes you, Hunter!”

“How much longer?” he asks Echo.

Echo is watching his chrono. “It’s only been five seconds.”

“No it hasn’t!” Hunter protests.

“Now ten.”

Hunter’s muscles feel taut as Omega’s bow string. He might be shaking a little, but he isn’t sure if he actually is, or if it’s just his vision going a little foggy.

“You are doing so good, Hunter!” Omega says encouragingly, touching his arm. “I am so proud of you!”

This is kriffing humiliating. A little kid is telling a full-grown man that she’s proud of him for holding a karking bug!

“Twenty seconds.”

“You’re over halfway there, Hunter! Just a few more seconds.”

“Five, four, three, two, one…Done!”

Omega snatches the spider out of Hunter’s hand before he can hurl it across the meadow (and maybe directly in Tech and Wrecker’s direction). “You did it!”

Hunter has to lock his knees to keep himself upright. He can feel the cool beading of sweat across his brow. He wipes his hand harshly against his pant leg, trying to get the feeling of spider legs off his skin.

Omega trots over to a nearby tree and lets the spider crawl off her hand and onto the bark. She watches it until it climbs out of her reach before she skips back to Hunter. “I’m ready for my swim lesson!”

END

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[bookish-rival]

Wren x Alarik Moment "Hailstorm"

I got another Wren x Alarik scenario. But it's so short I doubt I'll be able to make a full fanfic out of it.

But imagine this....

Alarik got into a bad hailstorm. We know he hates them, maybe he's even afraid of them, after his fathers died in one.

Now, imagine huge hailstones, that really hurt and might knock someone out, falling from the sky hitting Alarik. He's sitting on the ground trying miserable to block them with his hands but he knowd that this is his end. He thinks about all the things he's done, everything he still wanted to do etc. you know the usual monolog right before you die.

BUT the pain never comes because when he looks up he sees Wren with one arm raised above her head using magic to shield them. Her other arm extended to invite him to get up. She smiles at him.

She tells something cocky about how cliché it would be to die the same way as his dad, etc. but Alarik isn't even paying attention. He was so certain that this was his end, that he never imagined seeing her again.

Without saying anything he grabs her other hand and pulls himself up. Then when he was standing tall again he gazes down at her. Wren looked into his eyes, still smiling, but slightly concerned why he hadn't reacted.

"Are you o-" Wren started, but her words where cut of by Alarik's lips on her own. He signed into the kiss, realizing that she was indeed real and it wasn't a dream. Goosebumps formed on Wren's body and her knees grew weak after feeling his passionate, gentle kiss. She leaned in. Using her once raised hand to cup his cheek to deepen the kiss. His hands grabbed her waist, carefully gripping her flesh, like she might disappear if he let her slip out of his fingers. The touch made Wren shiver and her mouth parted to let him i-

A loud thud. Then pain.

Both gasped and broke apart. Hailstones.

They were getting hit by hailstones. But why? Wren was using her magic - oh.

After the realization, Wren once again raised her arms into the air, creating a magic force to shield them.

Her face burned. She melted into his kiss, completely forgetting what she was doing.

She risked a glance his way. Alarik was standing just as close as before, only now was he grabbing his shoulder. That's were he got hit by the hailstone.

"Sorry..." Wren said, ashamed for getting him injured even though she wanted to do the opposite. When her eyes found his face she noticed he wasn't directly looking at her.

His eyes were lingering on her lips and a smirk was forming on his. His canines were showing. Oh how much she hated and loved them. His intense stare made Wren's cheeks heat up even more. She averted her gaze from his.

"I- You distracted me." She muttered breathlessly.

Next thing she noticed, were footsteps positioning themselves behind her. Looking down to the snow-covered ground, she saw a larger shadow intertwine itself with her own.

"Then stay focused next time," was the last thing she heard before feeling his warm breath against her neck.

[darkesttimelinestuff]

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Day 20 Fictober!

Prompt #9 - "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

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Mulder paced the Gunmen’s den like a restless lion. He had messed up and he didn’t know how to fix it.

“Mulder, will you sit down!” Frohike barked.

“Yeah, you’re driving me crazy,” Langly added. “Maybe she just needs space.”

Mulder slumped in a chair near Buyers, causing a large monitor nearby to shake from the force. “Careful!” Byers said.

“Maybe I should call her,” Mulder whined.

“No!” all three Gunmen shouted at once. 

“What did you do to piss Scully off?” Langly asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Mulder replied.

“Oh, it must be bad,” Frohike said. “You didn’t kiss another woman, did you? Because I swear to you, I will kick your ass if I find out you did something like that!”

“No! I would never!” he said with indignation. “It’s nothing like that. I adore Scully. No one else compares.”

“You’re damn right!” Frohike scolded. “And don’t you forget it!”

“So you’re just going to sit here all night and mope?” Langly said. 

But Mulder’s only reply was a shrug. 

Byers looked up from his computer. He cleared his throat. “It would help us to know what happened so that we can advise you on what to do.”

“I…” Mulder started, “It’s not something I think I can discuss with you.”

Byers sigh. Frohike grumbled. Langly groaned. 

“Jesus, Mulder, what’d you do? Steal a pair of her favorite underwear for nefarious purposes?” Langly joked. 

Mulder averted his eyes, looking at his feet. How could he explain to his friends what he had done? Scully’s pretty little panties were sticking out a slightly open drawer. They were so difficult to resist. So small and smooth and shiny. 

“Mulder?” Byers questioned when Mulder wouldn’t meet Langly’s eyes. “What happened?”

Mulder scratched his head and looked at his watch, wondering if maybe he should call Scully to try and work this all out. Surely the guys could help him through this.

“What the hell?” Frohike boomed. “You don’t mess with a lady’s undergarments!”

“Are you… selling her panties online?” Byers narrowed his eyes in accusation. 

“It’s not like that!” Mulder said. 

His three friends eyes’ were on him, seeking answers. He was the one who had come to them, after all. It’s natural that they would be curious. They had helped him in the past, they’d help him now. 

Mulder took a deep breath and began this story. 

“I was home alone,” he began, “when I got an urge. It’s not that it had been a long time for us,” he clarified. “We have a very active sex life, but, you know…”

“Boredom?” Frohike asked.

“Right,” Mulder said. “So I went to the bedroom, popped in a VHS into our TV/VCR…”

“You’re welcome, by the way!” Langly said. “Those are hard to find these days!”

Mulder nodded his thanks and continued. “So I was watching a video and…”

“No need to get too graphic,” Byers said.

“And I see a pair of Scully’s underwear sticking out of a drawer. Now she is meticulous. Never leaves drawers open.. But there they were, these beautiful soft, black underwear. So I pick them up, rub them in my hands. They felt so good!” His voice sounds almost pained with pleasure.

“You okay? Do you need a minute?” Frohike gave him a curious look.

“No,” Mulder shook his head. “I’m okay.”

“So, you find these uh… um…” Byers cleared his throat, “pair of underwear. And then?”

“Mulder, you sure you didn’t get these from her laundry and sell them online?” Langly asked directly, staring him down over the rim of his glasses.

“Langly! I’m sure!” Mulder protested. 

“What happened next?” Byers asked gently.

“What do you think, nimrods? He jerked off in the pretty panties!” Frohike boomed.

The other two Gunmen’s eyes went wide as Mulder buried his face in his hands, shame burning his cheeks. For the first time since his arrival, he wondered if coming to his friends’ liar was the right choice. 

“But that is not an… um… uncommon activity for… people,” Byers ventured. 

“Yeah, people do it all the time. What’s the big deal if you’re not selling her dirty undies online?” Langly said.

“What gives, Mulder?” Frohike said.

Mulder looked up at a jury of his weirdest peers. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Well, no, this is not uncommon in relationships, or even for us,” he clarified. “God, Scully’s going to kill me if she finds out I’m telling you guys this. Don’t breathe a word!” He made them promise. 

“It turns out that those were no regular pair of underwear. They were $400.”

“You nutted in a pair of $400 panties?” Langly exclaimed. “I don’t know if I should be proud or disgusted.”

“She kicked you out for that?” Byers asked. 

“I wouldn’t say kicked out, but she’s pretty upset. But how was I supposed to know? Mulder cried. “There was no sign, they weren’t in a special drawer. They were just sitting there, all soft and sexy and waiting to be touched.”

“Mulder!” Frohike said. “Snap out of it!”

“Sorry,” Mulder said, shaking his head.

“Were you able to get them clean?” Byers asked. 

“I don’t know. Scully came home, found out what had happened, kind of yelled at me, and I came here.”

“The answer is clear!” Byers declared. 

“It is?” Mulder asked.

“Yes, you doofus!” Langly yelled. 

Mulder looked at his three friends questioningly. If the answer was so clear, why didn’t he see it? He wanted to go home to a happy Scully. Any advice they had to offer, he would take.

On his blank stare, Frohike said, “Buy her a new pair!”

“Yes!” Langly said. “Take her out, let her pick out whatever pair she wants. Make a date of it.” 

“Buy two pairs!” Byers suggested. “One for… um… fun,” he cleared his throat, “and one for her to wear.”

“Boys,” Mulder exclaimed, “you’re freaking geniuses!”

[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic May Catch-up (23rd Feb Prompt): Backfire (Leon/MC)

Title: Backfire

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff/Humour

Rating: T

Pairing: Leon/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Characters: Leon, MC, Ichthys, Huedhaut, Zyglavis, Teorus

Word Count: 1,540

Written for Prompt: February 23 : rhythm | chalk | humor for @fluffbruary

A/N: I wanted each God to have at least two ficlets. By the time I got to this one today I had three prompts left and three Gods that still needed their second story: Scorpio, Teorus, and Leon. I don't know why I decided to put Leon against this one and it did take me a while to come up with something. Hopefully this has come out alright!

February 23rd: Backfire (Leon/MC)

Leon sat down on the sofa with a frown, sighing softly. Feeling a certain prankster approach he snapped his fingers and there was a loud bang from behind him as what Ichthys was holding exploded.

“Hey!” Ichthys grumbled, but then hesitantly sat down beside him on the sofa. “Leon, is something wrong? Normally you at least make me think my prank is going to work before you interfere with it…”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Leon grumbled. “I don’t understand so you certainly wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

Leon turned to the other. “The Goldfish seems out of sorts. Everything I normally try isn’t working. She’s not upset just… it feels like she’s bored.”

“Have you tried making her laugh?”

“You would think of something like that, fish,” Leon snapped, glaring at him.

“Come on! Isn’t there an Earth saying about laughter being the best medicine?” Ichthys tried to convince him. Before Leon could reply, Teorus came into the room. “Hey, Teo! Don’t you think ___ would appreciate a laugh?”

“Goldie’s got a great sense of humour, but I’m not sure I should say yes when it is you asking,” Teorus grumbled.

Ichthys bit his lip and frowned. “I’m not asking for a prank, I’m trying to persuade Leon he should find a way to make her laugh.”

Teorus smiled brightly at that, finally understanding. “Yes, humour is an important part of any relationship, you wouldn’t want it to get boring now would you?”

Leon’s eyes widened a little. She could be bored? Shaking his internal thoughts away, he forced a smirk onto his face. “As if it could ever be boring with me as her boyfriend.”

“Suit yourself!” Ichthys replied, sticking his tongue out. He then snapped his fingers and vanished.

Rolling his eyes at the other suddenly disappearing initially, Leon then realised that not only was Teorus staring at him oddly but he had briefly got lost in his own thoughts in the presence of Ichthys which was always a bad idea. “What did he do?” He growled to Teorus.

Teorus averted his gaze. “Um… well… you see…”

Before the other Wishes God could manage to find a way to gently tell Leon what Ichthys had done, some of the other Gods returned from the Heavens.

Zyglavis slowed as he saw the scene in front of him, and he smirked tauntingly at the Minister of Wishes. “Trying out a new look, lion? I must say those cat ears really suit you.”

Scowling, Leon snapped his fingers and got rid of them but his irritation was only there for a moment. As Zyglavis’ attention turned to talking to his Vice Minister, Leon smirked to himself with a glint in his eyes.

Perhaps he would utilise Ichthys’ suggestion after all.

***

A couple of days later, ___ frowned a little as Leon teleported them both directly to the mansion. “I’m sorry if I’ve annoyed you.”

Leon turned to her, a little startled. “No, you haven’t. Although it is rather frustrating that you haven’t told me why you have seemed out of sorts recently,” he added, frowning at her a little. 

“I was just tired,” ___ reassured, smiling genuinely at him. “I’d hoped you hadn’t noticed.”

“Foolish Goldfish, do you think you can hide such nonsense from a God such as myself?” Leon scoffed, though privately he was relieved that that was all it was. He had enough belief in their relationship that lack of humour was not making it boring, but his conversation with Ichthys had planted enough of a seed of doubt that perhaps he had somehow missed something that it was reassuring to know everything was fine. However, it now gave him even more reason to go ahead with what he was planning. “Still, if you want to make it up to me, you can help me with something.” Leaning over to her, he whispered in her ear what he wanted her to do.

___ frowned, confused. “Why do you want me to do that?”

“I have a surprise for a certain someone.”

Her eyes showing slight wariness, ___ hesitantly agreed to go along with his plan.

***

When Ichthys returned from the Heavens that night, he was about to teleport away again as he saw Leon approaching him, worried that the other was still angry at him for that minor prank a few days ago. However, seeing his seemingly worried expression, Ichthys instead approached the other. “What’s up?”

“___ hasn’t turned up tonight and I keep hearing this annoying knocking.”

Ichthys frowned with puzzlement, his eyes widening a little as he listened and heard the rhythmic tapping that Leon must have been on about. “That doesn’t sound random…” he muttered. “Hey Hue! Can you hear that?” He asked as the God of Aquarius also came into the living room.

Huedhaut paused, listening for a moment. He nodded slowly. “It’s morse code. If I am recalling how the schematics of that language works it sounds as though someone is sending a distress call.”

“And ___ hasn’t turned up tonight!” Ichthys eyes lit up blue with shock. “Then it could be her! Especially as that’s clearly an Earth thing.” He then flashed a smile at Leon. “Don’t worry, I can follow this sound! I’ll find her.”

As he rushed off, Huedhaut glanced suspiciously at Leon. “Not going to try to get to her ahead of him?”

“No, in fact I am counting on him finding her.”

Huedhaut smirked a little. “Ah, you are trying to get back at Ichthys for the other evening. I suspect if I bring up how often we have tried this and not got anywhere you will not listen to me.”

“I should make sure I am there for when he finds her,” Leon mumbled to himself, following Ichthys out of the room.

Sitting down on the sofa, Huedhaut sighed heavily to himself. “Or perhaps you were not really listening to me in the first place.”

It did not take long for Ichthys to follow the trail of tapping to the kitchen. The fact it was there did not surprise the other as as Gods they rarely used it, though usually ___ was fine with it. Running over to the door he tried to push it open only to find it wouldn’t open. “Door stuck huh?”

“Ichthys! Can you help get me out of here?”

“Of course, of course,” Ichthys reassured. He teleported into the room. 

As he was about to ask her whether she was okay, the door behind him swung open. He looked at ___ in confusion. “But that was stuck!”

“Yes, it was. I’m sorry, Ichthys, Leon seemed insistent about this!”

“Huh?” Ichthys glanced down at this point, suddenly realising he was standing inside a chalk circle. He went to step out of it but the sound of Leon snapping his fingers echoed around the room.

Having briefly closed her eyes, ___ hesitantly reopened them to see what exactly Leon had done to the prankster. What she saw instead, made her burst out laughing. “Leon… you’re as white a ghost… you’re covered in chalk dust!”

Leon shot a look that could have killed in her direction briefly, but then turned his focus onto Ichthys. “How did you avoid my trap?”

“You’re gonna have to do better than this to catch me out,” Ichthys responded, grinning at him. 

“O ho? Is that a challenge?!”

At this point, ___ stepped between the two Gods, concerned about them both. “Ichthys, what did you do to anger Leon? And Leon, why are you trying to play Ichthys at his own game? Both of you are being ridiculous.”

“Says the Goldfish who dared to laugh at her boyfriend’s misfortune just a moment ago,” Leon responded, looking down at her.

“I told you! Humour is good for a relationship!”

“...” ___ sighed heavily as she finally pieced together what was likely going on. “Yes, I do like to have a laugh, but Leon, you do not need to change how you act for my benefit. There are other ways to have fun than this.”

Ichthys’ eyes widened and he frowned. “Wait… you decided to use my advice to try and get revenge for that little prank I pulled? It’s not like Teo -”

“Oh if he’d been the only one who had ever seen it apart from you, I probably would have forgotten about it by now. But Minister Ponytail showed his face just after you left.”

Before Ichthys could respond to that, ___ hugged Leon tightly, getting herself covered in chalk. She smiled softly at the other. “Well you succeeded in making me laugh. Does it matter if it was because Ichthys intervened?”

Leon couldn’t keep his scowl up as he looked at her, finally cracking a smile of his own as he brushed some of the chalk off her. “No I suppose not,” he muttered. He then smirked. “If I look like a ghost then you look like you knocked a bag of flour over you. Again.”

“Hey, we promised we weren’t going to mention that!”

“That was before you dared to laugh at a God,” Leon responded, before pulling her into a kiss.

Ichthys smiled softly to himself, then quietly took his leave before either of them remembered that he was still there.

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession Dark 01

Two weeks had passed, and Yuriko had somewhat adapted to her new life in Ryoutei Academy. Heaviness still lingered in her muscles and sometimes she struggled to keep her eyelids open during classes but night by night it became easier to stay up.

What wasn’t that easy though was getting along with other students. Some of her classmates were rather odd, and she wasn’t sure what to think about them. She had also noticed that there seemed to be one who outsmarted everyone.

Mukami Ruki.

Yuriko now knew his name. He seemed to always read books between classes if he didn’t leave the classroom and he knew all the right answers too. By now Yuriko was sure there wasn’t a subject that was his weakness… which was the polar opposite of her. She had so much catch-up to do. And yet here she was, in the library at lunch break, looking for something to read for fun when she should have been studying and not thinking about anything fun at all.

Yuriko let her fingertips travel along the edge of the shelf while she read the titles from the backs of the books. She didn’t know what she wanted to read now, only that she needed an escape from everything that was still spiraling in her life. Somehow, she had thought that everything would have changed for the better now. She had believed that her father would be at home more but that wasn’t the case; more like he was around even less, absorbing in his work instead of trying to reach out to Yuriko’s mother.

Mom… Why did she leave us? She told me to be a good girl and take care of everything… but I tried that earlier too and it didn’t work. She left anyway. I did all I could, but she left us. Why? And why Dad doesn’t try to get her back? Where did she go? Why can’t she even call me?

Yuriko’s eyes stopped at Brontë. She had read Wuthering Heights earlier but maybe that was something she needed again right now. That story was so intense on every level; it didn’t let you focus on anything else when you were absorbed between pages. Yuriko reached her hand to grab the book but at the same time, another hand tried to catch it too. It touched hers only briefly, but the coolness made her almost jump.

Yuriko turned around only to meet the familiar steel-blue gaze she had avoided with all her might. Her hand shook as she lowered it. There was no way she wanted to get in the star student’s way, drawing the wrong kind of attention to herself.

“I… I’m sorry… You can… take the book, Mukami-san,” Yuriko said. Her voice was a mere whisper, and she dared not to look at him again. Her gaze wandered downwards while she was wondering if she should back down completely.

Sure, Yuriko wanted to make friends in her new school, but… Ruki was… one of the cool guys. There was no way she could talk to him or be his friend even though he was the most interesting one. It was curious how nobody made fun of him even though he was always reading those books with heavy topics. But maybe it was because everybody saw him as cool as she did.

When Ruki was this close Yuriko could smell the masculine and captivating scent of his cologne… at least she thought it was cologne, but she had a feeling there was a bit more in that. There was something in the air she couldn’t quite explain, a scent she hadn’t smelled before, and for some reason, it was intriguing her.

Forbidden thoughts! The worst kind of trouble! I don’t need this now!

“Hmm, you do not seem the type of girl who would be interested in gothic romance novels. This book is too dark and depressing for someone so innocent, is it not?” The cold fingers left the book. “But by all means, take the book if that is what you are here for. I have already read it.”

Ruki leaned forward, looking Yuriko directly in the eyes, turning her world upside down in mere seconds. The ice pierced her, sending shivers through her body. Star student or not, this young man meant trouble.

“I’ve… read it before… too…” Yuriko whispered, averting her gaze. Her heart was beating so fast now. She swallowed; better to leave now or at least choose a different book.

“Do not look elsewhere when I am talking to you,” Ruki said, his low voice authoritatively vibrating to Yuriko’s ears. He grabbed her chin, turning her head and tilting it upwards until she had no way to avoid him.

Yuriko stared at Ruki with wide eyes; her whole body tensed when she felt those cold digits on her skin. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. Her legs twitched in the need to run, yet that was all they could do, not even her toes agreed to move more. No. That wasn’t actually correct; as Yuriko’s stomach muscles clenched her toes curled in her shoes.

What is this? Why does he make me react this way?

Yuriko couldn’t push the shivers away.

I’ve never been this close to a boy… and he is more like a man already.

This was the first time a young man touched Yuriko like this. Even Haruko’s touches had always been gentler and softer, feminine ones; and there was something harsh in the way Ruki was holding her chin. He didn’t hurt her, but his grasp wasn’t tender either.

“I… I am truly sorry… if I have offended you somehow, Mukami-san.” Yuriko did her best to keep her voice as steady as possible, yet it trembled a bit. “If you let me go… I just… We need The Tale of the Heike for that literature class, ri-right? I think I'll go look for that in-instead.”

The quiet snort made Yuriko’s heart jump.

“This conversation is not over until I tell you so.”

Such a cold voice. What have I done to him?

“The book you mentioned has not been assigned yet. I cannot say I do not admire your effort for a head start but it can be that you are only looking for reasons to run away and that I cannot allow.”

“Umh…?”

As if it was his right to decide what I do…

Yuriko knew all too well that the said book hadn’t been assigned to them yet, but she also knew that she needed to get serious with her studies if she wanted to graduate this time. But this wasn’t something she was willing to explain to Ruki or anyone… and unfortunately, Ruki was correct, yet Yuriko couldn’t tell him that either.

I can’t say anything in front of him. He is too smart, calm, and collected; he wouldn’t understand my struggles.

There was no way Yuriko would reveal that she had already failed the third year once. That was too embarrassing, shameful even. Though she didn’t quite understand why Ruki cared about her motives. Why did it matter to him what she would do? It wasn’t his business in any way.

“I… just want to make… sure… that… umhh… If I read it early on… then… I… ehmmm…”

Yuriko’s eyes started to wander around the library again. It seemed they were alone in here, and the thought made her heart bounce even faster. How did other girls do this? Yuriko had seen them chatting with boys without problems, but it seemed she wasn’t able to have even one casual conversation. Though there was nothing casual about the way Ruki was holding her chin. Her skin would probably never forget his touch.

Yuriko took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down her jumping heart. There was no reason to get this agitated just because they had reached for the same book… and maybe there was something else Ruki wanted to talk about. If Yuriko just acted as normal as she could then he surely would let her go… and she could pretend that any of this— whatever this was — had never even happened.

“Um… you know, it doesn’t matter. If… if you aren’t done talking with me… then…” Why was this so hard?! Yuriko nibbled her lower lip for a while before forcing herself to look Ruki into the eyes. That steel-blue gaze as deep as the ocean… She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on behind it. For a moment those eyes took her as a prisoner, captured her as the heat rose on her cheeks. The heat so burning that she was sure she would be consumed with it.

Yuriko couldn’t look around in the library anymore. All she saw were those eyes.

What is wrong with me?

Yuriko wasn’t the type to fall for someone instantly and easily… and of course, she wasn’t falling for Ruki. They’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks and never talked to one another. She felt like this because the situation was so strange, but there was nothing more to it. Ruki was being so forceful with her, and it was only natural for her to get scared because of it. This must be the reason why nobody made fun of him ever.

Yuriko blinked. Her face was so hot that she was now afraid she would faint soon. Nothing like this has ever happened to her. She decided then and there that she would keep her distance no matter what. From now on she would be more careful and stay out of his way, starting from the moment he would let her go.

“Such fearful eyes… hmmm… Though I do wonder if it is only intimidation.” The cold expression on Ruki’s face turned into a smirk that made Yuriko’s stomach meander while she was still frozen in place. “Do you fear me? Or yearn for me instead? Whichever those helpless eyes are trying to tell me I am sure it only enhances the very flavor of you.”

Still holding Yuriko’s chin, the hand began to trace her jawline. There wasn’t anything gentle or loving in that touch, of course, there wasn’t, but these kinds of gestures were allowed only between lovers if Yuriko could have decided. Yet that right had now robed from her as the icy eyes examined her face, penetrating through her once more. Ruki’s index finger trailed along the column of her neck, taking its time as if he was admiring her.

“What is it in that scent of yours? I noticed this on your first day here. There is something different in it.”

As Ruki’s smirk grew a bit wider, Yuriko shifted. His teeth… no, that wasn’t the right word… Those were more like fangs. No human should have such teeth. She gasped, still unable to move as icy eyes burned through her… Something lingered through the air, and suddenly Yuriko felt like prey that should run from its predator.

Ruki leaned in while Yuriko still stared at him. As if trying to kiss her he moved closer, yet his head tilted lower, lips – no, not lips, fangs – reaching for her neck.

What is he doing?!

“I wish to figure out if the taste matches the aroma.”

EXCUSE ME?!

There wasn’t time to react, no time to think before the fangs had already pierced through the delicate, yet sensitive skin of Yuriko’s neck. Ruki’s hands traveled lower, snatching her forearms, restraining her movements. Yuriko couldn’t move nor say anything; her mind went blank as her brain couldn’t comprehend the situation. It was so absurd, so impossible, straight from a horror novel. The pain hit her, and it was the most intense she had ever felt and at the same time, it was the most intimate moment she had shared with anyone when his lips were touching her skin. Ruki had invaded her personal space in a way she wouldn’t ever have imagined.

A few seconds later Yuriko pushed her hands toward Ruki’s chest as a scream left her lips. Her whole body shook in his grasp, but she tried to push him away and twisted her neck even though it only made the pain worse.

“No! Don’t! Stop it!!!”

The library fated in Yuriko’s eyes as she struggled.

What is this? Why did he attack this way? Are those fangs for real?! But… but… it isn’t possible! Vampires don’t exist!

...or did they?

Tears filled Yuriko’s eyes. She panted for air almost desperately, hitting Ruki’s chest with her tiny fists but he didn’t budge. Instead, he gripped her wrists, continuing to drink the blood that oozed out from the punctures he had inflicted on her. Yuriko trembled, sobbing but there was nothing she could do. Yet she tried to kick him, and the fangs left her neck for a moment.

“Do not resist.”

The relief was only temporary. The piercing pain hit her again as the fangs claimed her nape once more, Ruki savoring her blood as if he indeed was a vampire.

“Please, no! Don’t do this!” Yuriko’s voice was high-pitched and quivering, words mixing with her sobs. Memories from her previous school flashed before her eyes but nothing compared to this, nothing like this had ever happened, this was something she couldn’t understand…

The pain and fear were too much. Yuriko felt how her legs started to give up, going numb, at the same time as her field of vision began to fade to black. She was sinking, drowning to the place where there was no pain. To her surprise at the same moment, Ruki pulled away from her, finally removing those dagger-like fangs from her neck.

“For mere livestock, your blood is the finest quality.” Ruki licked her lips slowly before leaning in again and making Yuriko tense all over. His tongue traced the bite marks on her skin until he reached her ear and whispered: “Who would have believed such a regular human girl to hide something so sweet in her veins?”

“Li-livestock?” Yuriko repeated as Ruki released her. She leaned her back against the bookshelf. She was sure she would soon fall to the floor if she didn't get a hold of something. Her fingers grabbed the edge of the shelf still trembling while her other hand traveled to her neck touching the sore spots that Ruki's tongue had just traced. "This can't… this can't be… There are no such things as… vampires…"

Yuriko wanted to run but she wasn't sure if she could trust her legs right now. And where would she even go? They were in the same class… Ruki would always be there. Though… there were others in that classroom, so would it be safe?

Do others know about this? Do they know what he is? Can someone here help me?

But there was a chance that no one would believe Yuriko if she talked about this… and she could take a risk that people would start making fun of her again.

"Why… why… did you do this? I…"

She didn't know what to say, so she started to slowly inch sideways further from Ruki. She knew she shouldn't skip classes, not again, but there was no way she could go back to that classroom now. Not when there were aching bite marks on her neck. “The last class will be starting soon,” Ruki said, turning his back to Yuriko and walking away as if nothing at all have happened.

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