#posting it mad fucking late/early but shut the fuck up im here

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Schrödinger's Cat Chapter 2: Dreamland Clocktower (ft. ANRI) — Matthias Harlow

Content Warnings for This Chapter: panic attacks, vomit mention, anesthesia, descriptions of corpses

Like Junpei figured, the kitchen let out on the other side of the metal grate in the B-deck hallway by the cabins. He pulled the map out of the file folder and tried to find where they were. Grand staircase...2nd class cabins...kitchen. "Here!"

Lotus, Santa, and June leaned over the map and looked where he was pointing.

"We don't have a lot of options, do we?" Lotus mused.

Junpei nodded in agreement and gestured along a line. "Here's where we came from, where we went. Here's where the group in door 5 went. And here's where we probably have to go." He tapped the staircase.

"Probably?" Lotus looked unimpressed with his vague statement. "Why not here?" She pointed to an L-shaped room down the hallway.

"The doors are locked. Both sets." Santa huffed, irritated. He had tried only moments before and the sound of rattling was only drowned out by him hissing in pain. His hand hadn't quite recovered from his stove touching incident, it seemed.

"Plus," Junpei pointed to the staircase down the hall, "Do you see anything interesting about this?"

They all looked at the unimpeded staircase, pondering what he meant. Then June let out a soft noise.

"Oh. The gate!"

"Exactly!" There had been a gate across the staircase, cutting off access from it. They'd seen it before they went into the kitchen. Now there wasn't. "I'll bet that the others opened it and are looking around upstairs or wherever."

"So should we go up or down?" June tilted her head at the stairs.

"Isn't 'down' flooded?" Santa asked.

"We are on B-deck," Lotus pointed out. June's eyes widened in realization. "There's at least one un-submerged deck between us and D-deck. Does the stairwell even go up?"

Everyone looked at the curving stairwell, its carpeted steps, its polished railings. No stairs went up. Just down in a lazy curve. Asked and answered.

"Alright, downstairs it is then." Junpei folded the map up and shoved it back in the folder, which he tucked under his arm again. No one objected so they all jogged down the stairs to C-deck. The floor they found themselves on was similar to the one they had just left, a hallway branching to either side, a hallway in front of them, polished floors, dark wood accents, and the emptiness of a haunted house.

Junpei looked down one of the hallways at a near impossibly long series of doors. Right, the doors. The REDs.

It was almost nauseating to get used to remembering—or predicting—things that hadn't happened. What even was going on with him? It wasn't just that he knew what was happening. It was something...more. Worse. If it was memories, remembering, and if he remembered entire conversations, then what did that mean about his death? That moment he coughed like water was in his lungs...was that because it had been? Or would be?

Junpei swallowed heavily and exhaled, long and slow. No bad thoughts, no worries about what was and what will be. Just what is here and now. Here and now.

While he was having a Certified Moment, Santa and Lotus had poked their heads down a floor and seen what the deal was down there. June had stayed with him and was hovering about, almost worried to touch him but still wanting to offer him comfort. Her presence was...it was nice. Comforting, like she wanted it to be.

"No good," Lotus worried at her hair decoration as she looked back at the stairs, "D-deck is still flooded."

"I don't know why we bothered," Santa huffed, "It's not like the water would drain."

"Maybe the ship had sealable bulkheads?" Lotus shrugged at him. "Was worth a shot, anyway, because it let us know the water level didn't rise."

"That way is all doors, I don't know if anything useful is there." Junpei pointed at the hallway to their right with the doors. "The other way looks like it has something bigger?"

June nodded at that then pointed to the left of where they were standing. "There's double doors that way so it's probably a larger area? A conference room?"

"It's not like we can take the elevators." Everyone looked at them with Junpei. They were the same as the floor above, and likely just as locked, though the symbol on the card reader looked a little different from the Saturn one. Mercury, was it? It didn't matter, it's not as if anyone else looked close at it.

"Do you think those go below D-deck?" June asked. She gently drew the Mercury symbol on the floor with water from her shoe. Never mind. June had seen it.

"Doubtful." Santa looked down the hallway June had pointed out. "Anyway, you wanna check out that way?"

"It's not like we have any choice, unless you want to take a dive?" Lotus thumbed the stairs. Nobody volunteered so she started her way towards the double doors. Everyone else followed her. When they finally reached them—a short walk, all things considered—she stopped, unsure. Even though he couldn't see her face, Junpei could read the tension in her back and shoulders. She was worried, scared even.

Ah well, he couldn't die just yet. Junpei opened the double doors to the surprise of everyone.

Was he the only one who knew they weren't locked? Probably.

A large room filled with metal cots stretched out before them. The other double door was there, along the wall to the right, and on the far side were four large metal doors. Three of them were numbered—3, 7, and 8—and the fourth—the one between numbers 3 and 7—was blank. Iron plated sealed windows, the bolts facing inwards like snarling teeth. They were trapped. They were trapped. They were trapped.

Junpei took a deep breath and exhaled. Sighed. They were trapped but he didn't need to dwell on it. They could escape. It's fine. His nightmare about drowning, about being stabbed and falling into the water, wasn't anything more than that. It wasn't premonition. It wasn't something that had happened or would happen, it was a dream.

They were safe right now. Snake was safe, alive. Nobody was dead.

(Except the ninth man.)

"What the hell is this place?" Santa cupped a hand over his eyes and peered at the multitude of beds.

"More numbered doors?" Lotus was more upset about the doors than the eerie haunted hospital vibe of the area or the fact that they were trapped still. Junpei couldn't really blame her. If—when—they got out of here, seeing a door with a number on it—red paint or otherwise—was going to haunt his waking hours.

"Well, it's not a conference room." June mused. "Maybe a hospital room?"

Santa wrinkled his nose, his eyebrows pinching in some vague, unhappy emotion. "Smells like one."

The stench of antiseptic was dry and clinical, bitter and permeating. It made Junpei think about blood and other less...pleasant things. Elevators that went to hell. Electrodes against skin. Fists against red-hot iron, begging to be let out. A snarling lion, claws cutting skin. Scalpels. Eyes watching hungrily. Death.

The four of them looked at the various cabinets around and beds, trying to find something of use. When nothing immediately came to mind—save Junpei finding a few vials of some kind of clear liquid with worn paper labels—Santa and Lotus turned their attention to the numbered doors with grim determination. June was sitting by them on one of the cots by the doors, her face set and pale but not flushed.

"Three, seven, and eight, huh?" Santa looked at the 3 door, barely disguising his sneer. "Lucky us, we get choices."

"It's not like we could open one of these without leaving someone behind anyway," Lotus pointed out. June seemed to startle at this, eyes going wide.

Junpei did some quick math. If it was him, Santa, and Lotus, that made a digital root of seven if you excluded June. June, Santa, and Lotus made eight without him. June, Lotus, and himself was the only combination that didn't produce a proper digital root.

"We're not leaving anyone behind." Junpei had never heard June sound so stern. No, not stern, sure? Firm? Or something tinged with desperation and heat?

"Calm your tits," Santa waved a hand at her, still staring at the door like he was trying to think of the best way to make Zero eat it, "I wouldn't stay alone in this haunted-ass hospital room if you paid me a king's ransom. Plus they're broken."

"What?" Junpei watched with mild confusion as Lotus closed the distance between her and the number 3 door. She slapped her hand against the RED and swore when there wasn't a beep or an asterisk. "Son of a bitch!"

"They're broken?" June asked. Junpei, too, had closed distance with the numbered doors, sticking close to June in case she started getting feverish again. She pressed her hand against the RED and, when nothing happened, frowned.

"Really? Can't even be assed to keep up the hardware?" Santa kicked the wall next to the 3 door and winced as he obviously hurt himself. He leaned against the door to keep his weight off his injured foot, idly shaking the hand he put on the grill.

Maybe, Junpei thought to himself as Santa started poking at the door frame in an attempt to busy himself, you'd be less mad if you didn't injure yourself every three minutes.

While Santa was trying to see if the numbered doors could be taken off at the hinges, Lotus sat down on one of the hospital beds and sighed, the weight of the Nonary Game settling on her shoulders. She suddenly seemed much older than she looked, her shoulders bowing under the pressure. Everything seemed like it was finally catching up to her. Junpei could understand the feeling. He also felt like he was being run through a pasta press.

June eventually started poking at the RED by door 3 with scrutiny. She ran her hand over the RED and frowned, then turned to Junpei and waved at him. "Here." Junpei walked close and she gestured at the bottom of the RED. "Put your hand here, on the back of it, toward the bottom." He fumbled around for what she might be talking about. When his fingers brushed the right spot he looked at her in surprise.

"That's such a small piece!" It couldn't be any bigger than a credit card, about as thick as a leaflet. "And all the REDs are missing them?"

"Probably." June pulled back and let Seven and Lotus near the RED so Junpei could show them what she had found. "I don't know why though."

"Lazy," Santa hissed.

"Do you really think Zero would have removed that part without a reason to?" Lotus asked.

"Well what reason would they have to gut the REDs?" June wondered. It was a fair question.

Santa rolled his eyes. "To waste our time, of course!"

In all honesty, he was probably right. At the best, this was a way to buy time for Zero. At the worst, it was a way to make them panic. The longer they couldn't progress, the more likely it was tensions were going to rise and the more likely it was someone was going to do something rash.

Not as if Junpei didn't trust the people he was trapped on this murder puzzle ship with. He did, for the most part. But, like the sword of damocles, there was this heavy hanging reminder that death was an imminent possibility at all times. The ninth man had a knife he had threatened Clover with. They all had bombs in their guts that would splatter them across the walls if they didn't play nice. Never mind the constant threat of the ship capsizing—which was especially dangerous because a sinking ship displaced enough water that any life raft or fleeing person close enough to the mass of it would be sucked into the event horizon to be smashed to bits by the water—they could drown just as easily.

Just before the conversation could devolve into another argument between Lotus and Santa—as entertaining as watching her get her energy back by yelling Santa into submission might be—one of the two sets of doors behind them opened. Everyone startled and whipped back to see who it was.

It was Ace, Seven, Snake, and Clover!

They looked confused and surprised to see everyone standing there by more numbered doors. Clover was the first to speak.

"What are you doing here?!" She didn't sound glad to see them, but she didn't sound surprised either.

"Oh, uh, both of our doors lead out to the same general hallway." Junpei began fumbling in his file folder to pull out the map of B-Deck. "We found the gate by the stairs open—"

"That was our doing," Ace interjected.

Junpei nodded and put the map on one of the beds, pointing out what he meant as he continued. "So we came down the stairs to here. The hallway with all the doors looked like a wash."

"It was." This time Clover did sound mad. Snake put a hand on her shoulder and she sighed. "We only looked at one door apiece but they were just...empty. Nothing for the Nonary Game, anyway."

"Why haven't any of you gone into the doors?" Seven waved a large hand at the numbered doors.

"We weren't going to leave anyone behind." Again, June's tone was harsh and strangely stony. Again, Junpei watched her closely.

Ace looked down at the map, fingers brushing the paper as he double-checked Junpei's story. He frowned, brows pulling his face into something that looked strangely harsh. "Well it's good that you decided to wait then."

"Not like we could've gone anyway. Zero ripped parts out of the REDs. They're all broken."

Snake's head turned so he was facing Santa directly, almost staring at him. "Are you certain?"

"You wanna check this yourself?" Santa snapped back.

"We're certain," June intervened. "It's a small card, probably, that's inserted in the bottom of the hardware. Whatever it is might act as a primary power source for the RED, or even the wireless transmitter?"

"Maybe it's like a wireless monitor," Lotus mused.

Junpei looked at everyone as they talked. Seven was by the doors, staring at the numbers as if he was having some kind of epiphany. While June had been talking about the possible nature of the missing pieces, Snake had gone to investigate the REDs himself and seemed to agree with her. Ace had walked off to investigate one of the cabinets as if they had the pieces they needed. Clover was busy glaring at the doors. Lotus was sitting down on one of the beds as she talked, one leg crossed over the other. And June was standing between the numbered doors and the doors to the hallway, hands folded as she thought out loud.

"Anyway, why the hell is this some kind of hospital room in the first place? Many people get their asses kicked on a cruise ship?" Junpei had long lost track of whatever they had been saying, deep in thought, but Santa's loud, bitter snark was a lighthouse beacon that drew him away and out from his mental fog.

"Oh, that's 'coz this is a hospital ship." Everyone stared at Seven. He wilted under their gazes. "What?"

"What do you mean 'this is a hospital ship'?" It would be easy to read Lotus' shrill questioning as furious but she was terrified and confused. Stressed. They all were, really.

"Well, uh, I mean...I think this is the Gigantic?" Seven flinched away from Lotus, logically a little scared of her.

The Gigantic...the Gigantic...why did that sound—? Junpei winced and nearly bit his tongue as pain lanced across the back of his eyes. Right, right. Ow. Don't press that thought apparently.

"What the hell is the Gigantic?"

Seven scratched at his head and pulled his beanie off, wringing it in thought before he answered Lotus. "Well, y'see, the Titanic had two sister ships. Both of 'em were supposed to be passenger liners like the Titanic but, y'know, World War II happened. The Gigantic got made into a British hospital ship and served for a while until she ran aground after hittin' a mine in the Aegean Sea. The Aegean Sea is shallow, right? So she didn't take too much water and retrievin' her wasn't hard." Seven put his beanie back on and waved a large hand around at the room they were in. "After that, some guy named Lord Gordain bought her up and that was that. Something 'bout him having been on the Titanic and survived. Trauma response or whatever. Big Titanic fan, in a way."

"And buying the Titanic wouldn't have been feasible because it was at the bottom of the Atlantic." Junpei added. Everyone stared at him but he nodded his chin at Seven, corroborating his story. "Because the Gigantic had been grounded and retrieved, it's the closest thing he could get."

"Exactly. The Gigantic was identical in design to the Titanic. So Lord Gordain bought it up and here we are."

Santa rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, so we're on some hundred year old ship? If so, it's in pretty good shape for something that supposedly sank." He opened his mouth to continue but was cut off.

"Not now, the adults are talking." Lotus waved her hand in front of Santa, her steely gaze locked on Seven. "Where's your proof?"

"My...proof?" Seven blinked at her, obviously confused.

"Proof that this is the Gigantic. Where is it? Or do you only have theories?" Lotus glared at him.

"Uh..." Her pressing left Seven at a loss for words.

Lotus jumped on that opportunity like a hunting dog. "So you have no proof. We just have to take you at your word? Trust your memory?" Okay, that was rude.

Seven winced. "I mean...yeah?"

Lotus snorted and shook her head. "If all you can remember is trivia about boats and rich Englishmen, then we should probably give you more time."

His shoulders slumped and he broke eye-contact with her. The floor became so much more interesting than Lotus. "Yeah...sorry."

Her sharp expression softened and she sighed. Again, it was a noise full of tension and frustration. She hadn't meant to take out her stress on him but, in the end, intentions didn't matter. "It's fine."

Before that conversation could pick up again, the clock in the grand staircase rang out. Junpei—and a few others—counted the bells. "...ten...eleven...twelve..." Silence. Twelve chimes.

"It's midnight." June looked worried. They had already used three of their nine hours.

"We've got six hours left then." The speed at which Clover did the math was impressive. Even though it was incredibly simple, Junpei's first reaction was to tick them off on his fingers, but she did it all in her head.

Seven sighed and looked back at the doors leading to the hallway outside. "We should get moving."

"Moving?" Ace sounded confused. "The REDs are broken, are they not?"

"Well, yeah, but we can try and find the parts, can't we?"

He had a point. "Where though?" Junpei pressed.

"The hallway with all the doors. We already looked at a few of them, so if we split up, dividin' and conquerin' as it were, we can go through the remaining...however many—"

"Forty-eight." Clover supplied.

"Forty-eight rooms. Six each for the eight of us, we should have 'em done in an hour or so." Seven nodded at Clover, glad she had done the math for him.

"So, what, we waste an hour poking around in rooms and then, in the off chance we do find the parts of the RED?" Santa glared at Seven, then the REDs. "What if we don't find them?"

"Well, remember how we were talking about how there's no chance Zero didn't do this on purpose?" Junpei tried to not sound condescending but, really, Santa was proving to be a really dumb guy for all the trivia about gambling and numbers he had rattling 'round in his head.

"Yeah?"

"Oh!" June seemed to have realized what Junpei was trying to say. Her eyes sparkled. "They won't stay broken forever, will they?"

"Probably not," Seven agreed. "Even if we waste time lookin' for the parts, we won't waste any more time than Zero wants. Not by a mile."

"Then let us split up. Six rooms each, you said?" Snake turned to face the area Seven was standing in.

"Yeah. That should cover all of 'em."

"Forty-eight rooms," Lotus groaned.

"Could be worse!" Clover pointed out. Lotus just huffed in response.

"Let us meet up in this room when the clock rings out."

"Call out if anyone finds the parts, okay?" Everyone seemed to agree with Junpei's suggestion and they parted ways to look for the missing RED parts.

As Junpei searched a handful of rooms on the starboard side, he thought about what was going on with him. Not just the Nonary Game—because that was something everyone was dealing with—but the whole...memory issue. Precognition? Deja vu? Whatever.

Thinking about those things, those moments of foresight and understanding, always hurt. It was a pain that burned behind his eyes and dug its claws into the back of his skull, like the worst headache he'd ever had, and yet he couldn't tell when it would strike him. If he could map the pain to a pattern—one that wasn't just 'knowing things he shouldn't'—he could avoid it but...as it was he just had to grin and bear it.

The parts to the RED weren't in his rooms. Strangely enough, upon leaving when the bell rang one, Junpei found Santa, Ace, Clover, June, Seven, and Lotus standing in front of the numbered doors in the hospital room. They were whispering among each other, confused, nervous. The aura of the room was oppressive.

And Junpei was the last person to show up.

Wait— "Where's Snake?"

Clover flinched but remained silent. It was June who answered him. "Jumpy...look." She gestured at door 3's RED.

Oh. It read: VACANT.

"Who found the parts?" Junpei was confused. "Didn't we say we were going to yell out if someone found them, so we could all go through the doors as soon as possible?"

Nobody answered. They all stood there, the air of discomfort and confusion thick and stifling. Nobody knew. Nobody knew who had repaired the REDs or where the parts had been. Like Junpei, they came back to the hospital room and found their path open again. Junpei ran his hand under the bottom of the RED, feeling for the piece that had been missing before. Yep. There it was.

"So nobody knows what the hell happened?" There was no vitriol in his voice, just confusion. He had, after all, been the last one to arrive.

"I got here first, before anyone else. There was nobody here, nor did anyone leave through the other door." Lotus waved at the two sets of doors, her voice flat. "At that point the REDs were fixed. I could see the lights of the VACANT notification. It was...I don't know."

"Yeah," Santa said in agreement. "Ace and Seven got back before me so I saw them looking at the REDs like they personally offended them. So I asked what the deal was and, well, no luck."

"I was the second to last one to arrive," June continued. "So I know about as much as you do."

Nobody knew who had fixed the REDs. Everyone came back to them being repaired and operable. Everyone was in the dark.

Maybe not everyone. Junpei winced as a lash of pain struck him.

Clover, as she had the entire time they had been talking about the REDs mysterious repair, remained silent. Sullen, even. Or, no, not sullen: scared. Scared and angry.

The first question Junpei had when he entered the hospital room resurfaced. "Where's Snake?" Clover flinched.

"No clue," Santa shrugged.

"Everyone else arrived before you did and we didn't see him. Perhaps he repaired the REDs and went back to find Clover to inform her?" Ace posited.

"I didn't—" Clover started to say, then cut herself off.

"He's gotten himself lost if that's the case." Seven stared at the doors leading to the hallway.

"He's blind. Of course he's gotten lost." Santa's callous remark finally got a reaction from Clover. Unadulterated fury contorted her features. Anguish coated the edges, softening the harsh lines of her frustration. It painted her in sharp tones, all directed at him.

"That's not true!" Her raised voice echoed in the large room, cutting off every other possible conversation as everyone looked at her, all wearing looks of concern and confusion. "My brother might be blind, but his hearing is really good! He can get around as easily as any of you! So he couldn't be lost! He - he couldn't..." She trailed off, folding in on herself. Her fury was burning out, leaving behind only hollow fear. As she stood there, fists clenched, drawn to her full height, she shook slightly.

Junpei didn't know what to do, nor did anyone else. They just stood there, eyes flicking between the distraught Clover and the numbered doors, weighing their options. Stay for Snake and waste time or go now and come back for him. Which was the better choice?

Junpei wanted to look for Snake but it would be futile, wouldn't it? There would be no point in looking for him, just fuel on the fire. He wanted to spare Clover the anguish but...some things were fixed events, like June had said.

Realizing nobody would back her up, Clover snarled, angry tears welling up in her eyes. "Well fine! I'll go look for my brother and you assholes can go ahead and leave! I don't care!" She spun towards the doors leading out and dashed off, her heels beating a rapid pattern on the floor.

"Clover, wait!" June tried to stop her but didn't move fast enough. None of them did. She was gone, the doors slamming shut behind her. Only Lotus and Ace didn't react, their faces furrowed in confusion and thought, but not in concern.

Junpei stared at the doors leading out of the hospital room. Then he sighed and moved to leave as well.

"Hey! What're you doin'?" Seven grabbed him by the arm, halting his progress. Junpei winced in surprise but didn't try to tug free. Seven might be keeping his grip loose but the man was an immovable mountain.

What did it look like? "I'm going to find Clover. I'm not leaving her behind."

"If you're doin' that, we need a plan, like before." Seven let go of Junpei, aware of the discomfort he was expressing at being held in place. "We can't just split up like idiots. We gotta' be smart about it."

"Sure, we'll be smart about wasting more goddamn time." Santa snarled and gestured in the general direction of the main stairwell and the clock that marked their limit with every hourly chime. "I say: fuck her. Fuck both of them. If she wants to run off and find her missing brother, that's her prerogative. I don't wanna die 'coz she got upset."

"Santa!" June wheeled about and glared at him, standing on the balls of her feet so she was at his eye-level.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Even for Santa, even with tensions running as high as they were, that was...

"I'm just saying!" He held his hands up defensively. "I don't plan on dying, do you?"

"Her brother is missing!" June continued to press into Santa's personal space. She was radiating fury and indignation. "She's scared, same as you! We can't just—"

"We can," Lotus pointed out, "But you're right. We shouldn't."

"While Seven does have a point about the dangers of splitting up, considering Snake's disappearance, we should do it." Ace offered up a solution. "So long as we communicate with each other as to where we will be and reconvene here, in front of the numbered doors within a time limit, I believe all should be well."

"It shouldn't take that long to find Clover," Lotus pointed out.

"We should use that time to help her look for Snake too." June wasn't taking any suggestions. She wanted to do this more than she wanted to leave. She wanted to reunite the siblings; wanted Clover to hold her brother again. She needed it.

"Okay," Junpei nodded. "That sounds like a plan."

"I'll stay here in case Snake actually got lost or if Clover gives up." Santa leaned against the wall near the unmarked door. He sounded irritable and more than a little bored.

"I'll take B-deck," Lotus offered. "The only places she could go are the kitchen or that big L-shaped room."

"The casino?" Seven asked. Lotus' eyes glittered.

"A casino. Yeah, I'll go there and see if she tries to backtrack to the main hall, not that she could..." That last bit was muttered under her breath. Seven winced for some reason.

"I will look in the hallway with all the doors. Perhaps one or both of them are still searching there." Ace offered. That was a fairly logical choice.

"June and I will search as many places as we can." Junpei looked to June to see if she was okay with that plan. She was still puffing her cheeks out in frustration, her narrowed eyes locked on Santa as if she could set him on fire with her ire alone. "Is that okay, June?" He asked her, calling her name again in order to get her attention. She jumped a little and looked at him, anger slowly fading.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'll go with you, Junpei. That sounds good." She still seemed a little distracted, but she didn't seem like she wasn't willing to search at least.

"Then I'll also do a bit of searching across the ship. I gotta' good eye for things like this." Seven shrugged. "So let's meet up here in, what, thirty? Make a lap and meet up. No wastin' time, alright?" He got nods in response. "Let's go."

Everyone scattered to their respective areas with Santa staying behind, looking irritable but unconcerned. June and Junpei stood in front of the stairs and tried to figure out where they should go. Junpei pulled the map out of the file folder and pressed it against a wall. "So where do you think Clover and Snake might be?"

"Well," June traced the map with one finger, "Lotus is up on B-deck by the casino and the kitchen. Ace is off in the hallway here. Santa is in the hospital room so there's no reason to go back just yet. Maybe up by the 1st class cabins on B-deck, where door 5 went through?"

"You think Seven is going there too?" Junpei asked, folding the map up again to put it into the folder.

"It looked like he was helping Ace search the hallway with all the doors." June tilted her head in that direction. It seemed a logical thought. Junpei nodded at her.

"Then let's go to B-deck and see if Clover might've tried to backtrack." Junpei gestured for June to take the stairs before him and followed her. While his weird premonition headache kept coming and going in waves, the pain latching to his brain like some kind of tick or a furious dog, he was still somehow able to think clearly. His mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out where they could have gone, what could have happened, how everything had gone to shit so fast.

Zero, for all it might be obvious to blame them, couldn't be the problem. The Nonary Game—this whole fucking kidnapping situation—was meant to be a game. It was winnable, albeit dangerous. So far, save for Snake disappearing, the only other human loss was the ninth man, who had done himself in by breaking rules. Snake disappearing was...there was no purpose to it. It was an outlier.

But also...Zero could very well be one of them. There was a possibility, no matter how small, that Zero was a player in the Game in their own right, in some kind of equilibrium or balance. 'It's not fair if only you are putting your lives on the line! I will bet myself on your skills as well, so that I can make a point.' Or something like that.

It was all speculation anyway.

Upon reaching the gate that separated the 2nd and 1st class cabins from each other, Junpei and June caught a flash of bright pink. A sense of relief flooded Junpei's body and they both walked towards her, slowly, leaving space if she wanted to leave. Junpei was reminded of a feral kitten he saw once or maybe even a scared rabbit. He kept his hands up so she could see them. Beside him, he could see June do the same.

"Hey Clover?" Junpei kept his voice even as he could.

"Everyone is looking for you and Snake," June added.

Clover didn't answer—or if she did, it was too quiet for them to hear—and her small frame trembled as she stared at the door leading out of the 1st class cabins. Her shoulders were slumped, hands clasped at her chest, eyes blank and dead. Her cheeks were streaked with tears that ran her makeup. It made her look younger than she already did.

For a moment, Junpei didn't know if he really wanted to talk to her or just leave her be. He caught a glimpse of June's determined expression and that cinched it. He wasn't going to let Clover suffer alone. She didn't deserve to think she wasn't cared for, brother or not.

It would make things harder later if she thought nobody cared.

"Are you alright?" Junpei tried to keep his voice low so as to not startle her.

Clover didn't respond. Her shoulders hunched and she tucked her head down, turning so neither Junpei nor June could see her face.

"Everyone is helping now." It felt...hollow and fake, saying this now. He should have helped earlier. He should have stood up for her. Should should should.

But he didn't and now this girl—Junpei wasn't sure how young she was but she definitely was younger than him—was without her brother. He might be a single child but he wasn't so divorced from reality as to not know the bond between siblings, never-you-mind siblings kidnapped for a puzzle murder game. She was suffering and, while not equivocal, if Junpei found himself without June he might fall apart in a similar way.

"You should...we're going to reconvene in a little bit. You should head back when you've—"

Clover said something. It was inaudible, so quiet he couldn't make it out.

Junpei frowned, as did June, and he asked her, "Huh?"

"—lone..." More of what she said was understandable but it was mostly muffled. She was speaking while facing a wall and all.

"Clover—" June started but she was cut off when Clover whipped around and screamed.

"I said: leave me alone!" She was crying again. While at first glance it might be mistaken for anger, she was genuinely distraught and terrified. She bared her teeth at June and Junpei and waved her hand at them both as if she was going to hit them. "Fuck off! I hate your stupid faces! I don't wanna see you anymore! Go away!"

June flinched but walked back. Junpei did the same, keeping his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Are you ignoring me? I said: fuck off!" Clover continued to yell, stomping her way towards June and Junpei, her finger pointed at them like a knife. Neither of them could bring themselves to speak—June out of confusion, Junpei out of shock—and that seemed to only irritate her further. "If you won't leave then I'll—"

"No, that's alright," Junpei cut in. Clover blinked at him in confusion. "Me 'n June will leave. We just wanted to make sure you were okay and to let you know the plan, alright?"

June nodded. "Yeah. You stay here if you want, okay? We're going to go see what Lotus is up to, right Junpei?"

"Right." Junpei noted the way Clover's stance changed, the fight leaving her body. Her anger was posturing and, without that, she was just scared and tired and scared and terrified and scared. She was scared.

Junpei was too.

June and Junpei turned and left the 1st class cabin hallway and hung a right towards where the casino was. Lotus was leaning against a wall, examining her nails and not at all looking for Snake or Clover. Actually, scratch that last one, she probably saw Clover and did the smart thing by not talking to her.

June frowned. "Lotus!"

Lotus looked up at them, unimpressed. "Hm?"

"What are you doing?" June's tone was harsh, like it had been when Santa had suggested they leave Clover. She was angry, not on her own behalf, but on behalf of Clover and Snake. She was good at being angry on others' behalf. "You said you'd look for Clover and—"

"I found her." Lotus gestured towards where Clover was by the 1st class cabins.

"You're still not looking for Snake though!" June argued.

"You don't know that," Lotus countered. June puffed her cheeks in frustration and stomped her foot. That only seemed to amuse Lotus, who rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I have a thought if you're willing to hear me out?"

Were they willing? Junpei glanced over at June, who was still angry. She met his eyes, brows furrowed, and he tilted his head in a silent question. She didn't say anything in agreement but she didn't say anything in refusal either. She was letting him choose.

Junpei looked back at Lotus and nodded. "Shoot."

"We should make an alliance." She gestured between the three of them.

"Huh?" Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting?

"The three of us should go through one of the numbered doors."

"Without everyone else?" June was angry again.

Lotus huffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course. If the last set of doors was any indication, it's very likely that all the numbered doors meet up somewhere. Us going ahead won't ruin anything, it'll just give us an advantage to finding the 9 door."

Junpei did some math. Between the three of them, their digital root was one, which left a group of four with a digital root of seven. The remaining group could go through a door and they wouldn't be able to. That's not even taking into account the 9 door or Snake.

"We physically couldn't go into a door with just the three of us, never mind morally." June pointed that fact out for him. "Our digital root is one. The doors we have access to at the moment are 3, 7, and 8. We'd need one more person, even if we were going to betray everyone and do what you want."

"Betray is such a harsh word," Lotus sighed, "But yes, you're right. We'd have to add Seven to go through the 8 door."

"And leave everyone else. They'd have a remaining digital root of eight, which is the door we'd be occupying. If they find Snake, they'd have a digital root of one. If we go through a door without them, we leave them behind regardless."

"You sound like you're morally opposed to escaping."

"I'm morally opposed to sacrificing people for my own safety!" Why was June so upset about this? It was puzzling to even Junpei, who figured he knew her pretty well. Righteous anger was more his deal than hers, unless things had changed in the past nine years, but she had always had a strong sense of justice. She also was more likely to plan things out for fairness' sake than anything else. Lotus' suggestion was not only unfair, but also more than a little morally ambiguous. Their safety and freedom for everyone else's. But also...

"We couldn't escape even if we did bring in Seven." Lotus and June looked at Junpei so he continued on with his thought. "With Seven, we have a digital root of eight, sure, but that's not nine. If we wanted to escape then, we'd have to sacrifice one more person: you."

Lotus gaped at him but she was smart. She was doing the math, figuring the odds. If she was so willing to sacrifice others, she should take into account that others would sacrifice her too. Really, it was a scare tactic on Junpei's part. He, like June, didn't want to leave anyone behind, but he knew Lotus' fear was manifesting as cold logic with no room for feeling. He, like June, wanted to prove to her it was a bad idea to discard morality like that.

Also, to be fair, it wasn't nice and, yeah, it might be childish, but he wanted to scare Lotus a little.

"Fine." Lotus conceded. "Fine. It wouldn't work. You can't blame a girl for trying."

You very much can, Junpei thought but he wisely kept that to himself.

"Jumpy and I are going to go see if Ace and Seven found Snake and tell them where Clover is." June was still a little angry with Lotus. She probably didn't want to be around her at this time and, frankly, Junpei couldn't blame her. He understood Lotus' thought process but it still felt...bad to say out loud. "Please make sure Clover shows up by the numbered doors in a few minutes." She wasn't asking.

Lotus seemed to know that because she nodded. "Understood."

Junpei and June left the area by the casino and slipped down the stairs, hanging a right into the hallway with all the doors. June was still huffy.

"The nerve of her!" She stomped her foot again. "Suggesting we leave someone behind—multiple someones! And then she backs down when you point out that she'd have to be left behind for the group to open the 9 door!"

"She's scared, just like Clover." Junpei tried to point out.

"Well it doesn't excuse her actions! People aren't pawns in a game. They're living beings!" Something about that seemed...personal. Or, maybe in the nine years between elementary school and now, June had gotten more passionate? Who knows.

"Yeah, but I think she got the point." Junpei acquiesced.

June continued to fume. "Even if we did get out, even if we did get the cops or the authorities or whatever, we have five hours as of now. It's incredibly unlikely that we'd be able to come back and save everyone else."

"True." Junpei hummed in thought. Then something occurred to him. Something horrifying that sent his stomach deep into his feet. "Only five people can actually leave."

"Huh?"

"Only three to five people can go through a numbered door. Even the 9 door is subject to those rules, I'm sure."

June's eyes went wide and she stopped walking. Junpei stopped as well and stared at her, worried he had upset her. When she finally spoke, her voice was thin, as if she was using every ounce of strength she had in her body to not cry or scream. "Even if we all got to door 9, we..."

They would have to leave behind two or more people to escape.

What the hell?

Junpei chose to speak first. "I'm sure there's another way." He was lying, trying to placate June. She probably knew it as well but...can't blame him for trying.

She gave him a thin smile. "Y-yeah. There has to be." She tugged on her hair, eyes downcast. "Let's go find Ace. See if he or Seven managed to find Snake."

Down the hallway, they both saw Ace leave one of the rooms and move down the hall to another. They started jogging forward and waved at him. "Ace!"

He turned back to look at them, brows furrowed, but stopped walking so they could catch up.

Huffing, June and Junpei stopped in front of Ace and took a moment to catch their breath. Ace gave them both a smile. "Hello there. Have you had any luck locating Snake or Clover?"

"We found Clover," June said. She was disguising her prior discomfort and anger with her delight at having actually found Clover. "No luck with Snake though. Lotus hasn't found him either. How about you?"

"I have been looking best as I am able but nothing yet. Seven and I have crossed paths on occasion but if he had found Snake, I would know before anyone else." Ace put his hands in his pants pockets, his coat fluttering out slightly. "I assume Clover knows to meet back in the hospital room?"

"Yeah. She's really worried." June tugged on her hair again, eyes downcast. "She misses her brother."

Something occurred to Junpei in that moment. "Hey, do you think it's weird?" Ace and June both looked at him. They were confused by his sudden non sequitur. "Clover and Snake, I mean. Are they really siblings?"

"They could be half-siblings or step-siblings," June offered as an explanation.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean?" Ace frowned, his face more lined than usual. "They said they are siblings, so they're siblings, are they not?"

"Well, I mean, they look nothing alike." Snake was tall and thin, pale, with dusty brown hair that looked almost ashen. Clover, on the other hand, was shorter and, while her pink hair might be dyed, the odds of her having Snake's hair color naturally was low. They looked so different and acted so differently. How could they be related? Why was Ace so willing to accept that when June had to come up with an explanation.

"Clover also dyes her hair and might even use color contacts." June added to her explanation.

"True."

Something strange and confused passed across Ace's face then was buried under a thoughtful frown. "I suppose...now that you mention it: it certainly is strange."

Now? Now he's confused? Why now? Junpei stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

June, however, had less reservations about Ace's statement. "Yeah! There are loads of siblings who look nothing alike! Plus I think Clover is pretty fashionable. She probably spends a lot of time on her hair and makeup and clothes to stand out. Not sure if Snake always dresses like that but he's a little..." She paused, then waved her hand in a roundabout gesture. "Regal? Like one of those handsome capture targets in dating sims."

Junpei blinked at her in confusion. "Wh—dating sims?"

"What, can't a girl have hobbies?" June giggled.

"I just didn't...expect that." From you.

"Shows what you know." She bounced in place, amused. Her mood had taken an upswing, which was nice. "But, no, they're not my personal favorite. I just know someone who likes them a lot."

Ace seemed almost amused by the whole exchange. "Regardless, we should find him as soon as we can. Even if we do reconvene and enter the numbered doors, being without Snake will leave us disadvantaged."

"Yeah..." Junpei didn't know what else to say. "We're running out of time."

"I will continue to search over here until the specified time. If I see Seven again, I will inform him about Clover." Ace placed his hand on the doorknob of the door he was heading to.

"Thank you, Ace." Junpei turned back to June. "Shall we?"

"Mmhmm," June nodded and started back to the large hospital room while Junpei mulled over his thoughts.

Why was he filled with such unending dread? What about searching for Snake was making him so nervous? Why did he feel like all of this was - was futile? Why was he so certain, deep in his heart, that they weren't going to find Snake? Not yet, anyway...

His head hurt but he pushed through that to clutch at whatever premonition about Snake lay behind the burning blinding pain of it all. Snake was...Snake was...a door. A door and Snake was—

"Are you okay?" June's question startled him out of his deep thoughts. He let out a little squeak of surprise and, while she did stifle a snort, she didn't pull away from him. "You look sick."

"I mean, I did throw up earlier," Junpei admitted, "But also you had a fever. I guess you and I are destined to be sick today."

"I hope not." June broke eye-contact and stared at the doors to the large hospital room. Her shoulders were tense again. Junpei had upset her.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm just...worried." That wasn't a full lie. "Why don't we see how ol' Krampus is doing."

"You think he kidnaps naughty children?" June asked, her eyes glittering with amusement.

"I think he's more mean than Santa Claus has any right to be." That made her laugh so it was worth it. They push open the doors.

Santa was standing by the 3 door. He was frowning so hard Junpei thought he might hurt himself. He didn't even turn when they opened the doors and walked in. He did, however, speak without looking at them. "Hey, you said that Zero wouldn't do something without a reason, right?"

"Hm?"

"Junpei. You said 'there's no chance Zero didn't do this on purpose'." Santa mocked Junpei's tone and way of speaking. He still was staring at door 3.

"...yeah? I did, didn't I?" He wasn't sure if that was exactly what he said and how he said it but...that seemed about right. "What about it?"

"So you think Zero is the one who put the REDs back together?"

Junpei frowned. What was he getting at? "I...guess?"

"You 'guess'? Can't be more sure of yourself?" Santa sneered.

"Look—! It's...it's been a rough day, okay?" He didn't mean to sound defensive but, really, he felt attacked. Or, not attacked, prodded at, like a kid poking at a pillbug or centipede to see what it'll do. Treated like a joke and toyed with. It set his hackles up.

"Sure. Rough day." Santa sounded weary, like he, too, was struggling beneath the weight of memories that burned at the touch. He took a deep, loud breath then exhaled out his nose, almost frustrated. "But really: who do you think put the REDs back together?"

Junpei looked at June to see if she had some kind of thoughts about this line of questioning. Her eyebrows were invisible beneath her bangs, eyes wide like she was the one being put on the spot.

He looked back at Santa. "Well, Zero, obviously?"

Santa snorted. "Yeah? What makes you so sure, hotshot?"

Good question. "Like I said back in the hallway by the 2nd class cabins: if the Nonary Game wasn't fair, we wouldn't be alive. There's a reason, a pattern to this whole deal, right? Not just nines but puzzles in puzzles. Solutions that give keys that solve other puzzles and so on. The kitchen gave us a keycard for the elevators by the grand staircase which means we have to be able to go back there. Something in the door 5 area gave them the key to open the gate to the stairwell in the shared hallway. There are no accidents insofar as the game design is concerned."

Junpei wasn't sure why he felt so strongly about this but he did. The Nonary Game, no matter how fucked up and awful and filled with math it was, was a game. A fair game. No dead ends in a labyrinth, no unsolvable puzzles in a good game.

Undeterred and with nobody stopping him, Junpei continued. "The REDs missing parts is suspicious, sure, but not unheard of or impossible. The REDs near the hallway with all those doors was probably planned. We needed to waste time to force us to...to..." He paused and frowned, a wave of pain licking at the back of his eyes, clawing at the meaty parts of his brain. "To..." He gasped, breaths coming in panicked, weird bursts.

"Junpei?" June asked. He could barely hear her. His ears were full of water. The pain in his back hurt less than the pain in his heart. He couldn't breathe through the iron-and-salt in his mouth.

"So that we..." He tried again. He knew why the RED was broken, didn't he? He knew what the time wasting was for, didn't he? It was to put pressure on them and to obfuscate that—

"Junpei?" Santa this time. Why was he worried? His body was laying on the stairs in a pool of blood with everyone else. Everyone but Junpei. Everyone was dead. Everyone was—

The next thing Junpei could remember—aside from the feeling of a plume of fire venting out from a point in his back and ice water filling his lungs—was the sound of June and Santa holding some kind of muffled conversation. He could feel June's voice reverberate through his body, starting at his skull. What was—?

He stirred and felt a weight lift off his head. The conversation stopped and he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

Junpei was lying on one of the thin hospital beds with his head on June's lap. She had been stroking his hair. She looked like she was going to cry and, for all they might not get along, Santa looked concerned too.

"You said you were feeling better!" June puffed out her cheeks in frustration. By the tears in her eyes she was worried for him. He had made her worry.

"Sorry." Junpei sat up and ran his hand through his hair. There was a dull ache there, physical, like he had bruised something. "I'm sorry, what happened?"

"You spaced out then passed out. Smacked your head on the RED, of all things." Santa—who had been standing by the bed Junpei was laying on—waved a hand at the offending device. "Thankfully you didn't break skin or anything. June screamed loud enough as it was. If you started bleeding I think I might've needed to wear earplugs."

"I was worried!" June chided. She hadn't moved since Junpei sat up, playing with her hair as she watched him—probably for any kind of indication he was in danger of passing out again. "Forgive me for screaming but he collapsed. I didn't know what the problem was since he puked earlier!"

"Maybe he's got brain damage." Santa still seemed like he was unaffected by—or even completely unbothered by—Junpei's accident but...something about his guarded posture made Junpei think otherwise. "Maybe the puking is a concussion thing."

"Aren't you not supposed to let someone with a concussion sleep? Because they might die?" June's eyes widened in horror.

"You're supposed to monitor them. The whole thing about not sleeping is an old wive's tale because they'd conk out with red flag symptoms and not wake up." Junpei rubbed at his eyes to try and chase away the worst of the pain. It didn't work. "Besides: I'm fine."

"You stopped making sense after going on a weird rant about the Nonary Game being fair and then passed out. That's not fucking fine." Santa actually reacted to that.

Junpei blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected him to be so upset. Huh...

"Besides, everyone is on their way back anyway. We've wasted all our extra time." He waved his hand at the doors leading out to the hallway. "I can hear Lotus and Seven fighting from here." They couldn't but the point stood regardless. Junpei passing out had wasted what precious searching time they had left. Good going...

All because of the damn REDs.

Junpei glared at the door 3 RED for a moment, then looked back at Santa. "Hey, uh, about your question?"

"What?" He looked uncomfortable.

"Why did you ask? Not that it matters or anything, I'm just...curious." And he was, though it sure did matter to him. There had to have been a reason why Santa had asked. Everything these days had a fucking reason and he was sick of being in the dark.

"Oh, uh...," Santa looked at the floor, his posture shifting from casual to defensive. His shoulders tensed and he shoved his hands in his pants pockets. "It was about...trust, mostly."

"Trust?" Junpei didn't know what the hell he was on about.

"You said Zero repaired the REDs, I was gonna' say it was one of us, maybe Snake. And in that case, they didn't say shit, right?" Santa continued, seemingly not sure of what he was saying after Junpei had collapsed. Like the point didn't matter any more. "I wanted to point out that you can't trust anyone right now, no matter how well you think you know them."

"And I ran my mouth about how I trusted Zero to run a good game, huh?" Foot in mouth. "Man, I'm such a jackass."

"You're not feeling well—!" June tried to argue.

Junpei didn't care. "I'm not saying it to be self-deprecating or anything. I just made a jackass of myself there. Nothing more."

Neither of them said anything as everyone else filed into the hospital room in pairs. Ace and Seven, Lotus and Clover. They all stared at the three standing and sitting near door 3.

Seven spoke up first. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, uh, I just...hit my head is all." Junpei didn't want to worry them. There was no need to worry them. They had more worrying things to deal with than his possible brain injury or precognition or whatever was going on with him. The ghost of ocean water clawed at his lungs and he stifled a cough into his elbow. It brought tears to his eyes. "Sorry."

Nobody said a word for a moment, then Ace spoke up. "In the end, I couldn't find Snake."

"Me neither." Seven wrung his beanie.

"No luck on my end." Lotus didn't sound too put-off but she was tapping her fingers on her leg, a strange tell or self-soothing motion for the woman.

Clover said nothing. What was there for her to say? Her brother was missing and she had to be drowning in despair. The fact that she was walking and, to some extent, talking was a miracle. If someone close to Junpei—if Akane died—he wouldn't be this put together. He would fall apart like a puppet whose strings were cut. Like a doll whose thread was coming undone.

Clover was immeasurably strong in comparison.

A heavy silence blanketed the room again before Lotus cleared her throat and waved a hand at the numbered doors. "So let's stop wasting time, huh? Who's staying behind?"

"What?" Seven bristled. June and Junpei, who had already considered the door options and various digital root breakdowns of the current group, were less surprised. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"We have very few options regarding who goes through which numbered door with our current bracelet combinations. With one, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight, we have a total digital root of seven while the doors here have a digital root of nine. There's no way for all of us to go through these doors. Either we leave behind three people or we leave behind four people." Sometime between when June and Junpei had talked with Lotus and now she had given a lot of thought to the doors and who all could enter them. Hearing her logic was interesting, however.

Getting the digital root of the total group and comparing it to the digital root of the doors they had access to was an unorthodox way to quickly calculate how this would work.

If we had Snake, we'd have a digital root of nine, which means nobody would be left behind. Junpei must have made some kind of face because Lotus' eyes narrowed and she nodded towards him.

"Like some of you have realized: without Snake here, we can't all go through the doors. But we can minimize the quote-unquote 'casualties' by choosing to leave one person behind so that the remaining six can split between two of these three doors."

June was, as before, not happy about the idea of leaving anyone behind. "I already said we aren't going to—"

"I don't think we have a choice!" Lotus cut her off, her tone steel-edged. "I've been doing the math and we can't all go through the doors. Either some of us make it or none of us make it. If we leave behind one person, we can open the number 9 door and at least some of us can escape."

Santa pointed at June with an accusatory finger. "You can't keep going on with this righteous tirade every time we try to minimize the damage. I'm not a huge math nerd or anything but the hag is—" Lotus made a sharp noise of protest but Santa continued, refusing to wait for her to get genuinely angry at him, "—and if she says there's no damn way all of us can go through then there's no damn way all of us can go through."

"She's being pragmatic," Ace seconded Santa's point. "If we can minimize the amount of losses—"

"We can all escape! I know we can!" June protested. Junpei wanted to tell her she was right but...

She wasn't and that was the worst of it. He wanted her to be right but the math didn't work out. With Snake dead gone it was pointless to try and save everyone. And it's not as if whoever was staying would even be in any danger anyway.

He winced and swallowed the noise of pain that wanted to escape through his teeth. He had only just gotten back up. Being hurt in any way might make them choose him to stay behind and he couldn't—

As Junpei tried to collect himself again, everyone else was arguing. June was adamant that everyone could make it through a door while Lotus, Ace, and Santa were certain they wouldn't. Seven was quiet, opting to stay out, and Clover was silent like a roiling storm. Junpei was the last vote in this matter to push it to a majority.

"June," she turned to look at him, frustration evident by the way she was pulling on her hair, "Lotus is right. We can't all go but—" he cut her off before she could interrupt him, "—I don't think that we won't see each other again. I'm pretty sure things loop around."

"What do you mean?" Everyone turned to look at him in confusion. Had they not figured it out either?

"The unmarked door?"

"What about it?" Santa looked back and forth between the door and Junpei.

"What do you think it's supposed to be for?"

"Does everything have to have a meaning?" Santa's derision was palpable but beneath that was a weird hint of confusion and curiosity. Maybe he wasn't half as dense as he pretended to be.

"Door 4 and 5 both lead into the same hallway that gave us access to C-deck, right? Why give us elevators to nowhere and doors that can't be opened from either side? The 2nd class cabin doors were bolted shut with plates and yet this door isn't altered in any way. It probably opens from the other side like how the numbered doors only open from our side." Junpei walked to the unmarked door and knocked on it. It rattled and made the same sound as the numbered doors did. "So my theory is that the doors here all dump into the area behind this unmarked door. Inside those numbered doors are keys and keycards for all the places we couldn't access at the start. No dead ends."

"That's an impressive theory," Ace said slowly, "but why does that matter when it comes to who stays here? True, if the doors do loop back around, there's no worry about leaving anyone behind in the long run, but it does mean that one person will be forced to wait out the entirety of the second group of numbered doors. What do they do then?"

Junpei shrugged. "Iunno. Whatever they want. Take a nap even." God knows I could use one.

"I still—" June started but she bit down on the thought. Her jaw worked while she figured out what she really wanted to say. She settled on, "Lotus, what do you think is the best option for who stays?"

Lotus tapped her fingers on her legs as she thought it over. "You, Junpei, or Ace."

So their options were:

June stayed behind; Santa, Junpei, and Clover went through door 3 while Lotus, Seven, and Ace went through door 7 or Ace, Santa, and Lotus went through door 3 while Clover, Junpei, and Seven went through door 7

Junpei stayed behind; Ace, Santa, and Clover went through door 8 while June, Seven, and Lotus went through door 3 or Ace, Santa, and Lotus went through door 3 while Clover, June, and Seven went through door 8

Ace stayed behind; Santa, June, and Seven went through door 7 while Junpei, Clover, and Lotus went through door 8 or Santa, June, and Lotus went through door 8 while Junpei, Clover, and Seven went through door 7

Six total permutations. No matter who decided to stay behind, one of the three numbered doors couldn't be opened. It all depended on who wanted to stay as to where the rest would be going.

"I volunteer." Ace didn't give anyone time to discuss it among themselves. The moment that the option came up, he spoke. No question. Or, rather, no question from anyone aside from June.

"No, I will!"

Ace smiled at June. For a moment, Junpei was filled with a sort of dread that he couldn't name, but it passed as Ace refuted June's offer. "June, I am old and my body is not as used to running around like you might be. Let me be the one to stay back. As Junpei said: I can take a moment of rest."

"Ace—"

Ace's face hardened and his hand moved quickly, something in his grip. Lotus yelped and moved away from him but whatever he had done, he had done to himself. June let out a sharp cry as he sat down on one of the beds, wobbling slightly. His breathing hitched and he placed something on the bed next to him; whatever he had been holding.

An empty syringe and a small glass vial.

"What the hell?" Santa and Seven both put themselves between June and Ace but she shoved past them.

"Ace!" She knelt down beside him, horrified and confused by his actions.

Ace gave a wan smile. "There. Argument solved."

"What the fuck did you do?" Santa snapped the vial up and stared at the label. Then his furious gaze turned back on Ace. "Soporil-Beta?"

"It's a generalized anesthetic. I found some..." Ace gestured at the shelves. "I figured it might have a use. Just not this one."

The idea of Ace carrying around a syringe of what was obviously a rather fast acting intravenous anesthetic made Junpei feel slightly ill.

"So you fucking shoot up and take a nap? What is wrong with you?" Santa remained standing over Ace, even as he yelled. June, still sitting next to him, pulled on her hair, nearly crying in frustration and worry.

"We don't have forever," Ace pointed out. His speaking was slowing, words becoming syrup in his mouth. His blinking stuttered and desynced and he seemed as though he was losing vision, confusion evident. "With myself out of the running, the rest of you can go through the numbered doors. If Junpei is correct, I will simply sleep off the Soporil and you will come back to me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. If Junpei isn't..."

June was scowling so hard that she looked like she might develop a tension headache. Still, her frustration seemed more worried than angry.

"If I'm wrong," Junpei offered, his voice more sure than he felt, "then we'll make sure to come back for you without our bracelets. I promise."

June moved as if she was going to clutch at Ace's jacket but drew back. Ace gave her a soft smile, his breathing slowing and evening out. "Exactly. I look forward...to seeing you...again." Then he was asleep.

June's breathing hitched too, caught, stuttered, then returned to normal again. She stood up and stared at the numbered doors like they offended her personally. "Fine." She sounded frustrated and, really, Junpei could hardly blame her but...they needed to keep moving. Altruism, heroism, that was all well and good when you had all the time in the world. They didn't, so they had to make difficult decisions and choose selfish options.

"So who's going where?" Santa asked.

"I can only go through door 8 while Seven can only go through door 7," Lotus said. She, like Junpei, had already done the math. Clover and Junpei's digital root was nine as were Santa and June's. One of those pairs had to choose who they wanted to spend that room with. Only one.

"Clover?" Junpei looked at her to see if she had any opinion but she wasn't speaking. She was standing by Ace's sleeping body, looking down on him with an unidentifiable look on her face. After a few moments, he turned to June and Santa instead. "Either of you have a favorite?"

"I'm fine either way." June didn't sound fine but maybe it was more that she was upset about Ace than being forced to pick her poison.

"I've spent enough time with Lotus to know I shouldn't hang out with her again." Santa, however, did have an opinion. "Bad for my health." Lotus glared at him but he flashed her an amused and cheeky grin. "Prove me wrong."

"Junpei?" Lotus chose to, instead of engaging with Santa's nonsense, ask him. "What about you?"

What about him? Door 8 felt...familiar and familiar thus far was good. He could only go through a door with Clover and either Lotus or Seven so it's not as if there was more complicated math to do. It was a binary choice. Door 8 and Lotus or door 7 and Seven.

Junpei...Junpei liked Lotus. She might be loud and easy to anger, she might not take anyone's shit, she might be a little violent at times, but she was honest. She wasn't hiding anything about who she was, what she wanted, and why she didn't want to be here. She didn't lock them into the freezer, despite it being an easy way to eliminate people. She even went so far as to reconsider her stance on leaving people behind—or at least softening her word choice—when June got upset about calling it a 'sacrifice'.

"If it's alright with you, I'll go through door 8 with Lotus. Clover?" He looked over at her for confirmation but she was still standing there, looking at the floor, so tense she looked like she might fall to pieces if he so much as touched her. "Clover?"

"...don't care..." She muttered. Junpei noticed how Lotus frowned but neither of them said a word about it.

"Santa, June, and I are goin' through door 7," Seven recounted, making sure everyone else was in agreement.

"While Junpei, Clover, and I are going through door 8," Lotus finished. Nobody said anything to the contrary. Everyone was fine with the plan.

Santa looked at June, scratched the back of his head, then nodded at Junpei. "Don't die."

"Santa!" June chided but Junpei could only laugh.

"That's the third time someone's said that to me today." It felt silly, all things considered, but it was comforting.

"Well then don't die then, dumbass." He was concerned. Santa was worried and, in his own right, he was showing concern for Junpei.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll try my best. You too, okay?" Junpei watched Santa's face to see if there was any reaction. For a moment—a brief moment so quick that if he wasn't paying close attention, he would have missed it—Santa smiled. It was soft and fleeting, a bit like a baby bird, but it softened his face and made him seem younger.

June nodded at Junpei too, her own expression more serious than usual. "We'll do our best!" Seven nodded in agreement as well.

With that said, Junpei turned to Lotus and Clover, gesturing at the number 8 door. "Ready?"

"Yes." Lotus authenticated her bracelet and stepped aside so Junpei and Clover could.

Clover, still silent and grieving her missing brother, authenticated next. The RED display showed two asterisks. Two numbers. Junpei's was the last. He authenticated and pulled the lever. Door 8 swung open, screaming for them to abandon hope and enter. Junpei caught one last look at June before they would be separated for a while.

Fear, frustration, and hope. Things would be alright, but at a cost. June ducked in her door and Junpei did the same. Door 8 swung closed behind him with a thunderous noise.

"Eighty-one seconds!" Lotus reminded them as she tore down the hall and swung left, disappearing around the corner.

Clover staggered into a run behind her and Junpei followed suit. With every beep of the detonator, Junpei was reminded of the death of the ninth man. The blood. The viscera. The smell. The idea of it happening to one of them now made it hard to breathe. Beep. Beep. Beep. Like a death knell.

Where the hell is the DEAD?

Clover, like Lotus, flew despite her heels. She moved like she was being hunted, like the specter of death was just behind her with its scythe. As the two of them rounded the corner, they saw Lotus standing at the end of the long hallway, placing her hand on the DEAD. The sound of verification was like an angel's choir.

She turned to face them and stepped to the side, waving them to hurry. "Found it!"

Clover managed to get there before Junpei and quickly verified, then Junpei placed his own hand on the scanner panel. The third asterisk appeared, the third electronic noise sounded, and Junpei hurriedly yanked the lever down. The skull on their bracelet display faded, the ominous warning of the detonator fading into the hungry silence of the ship.

Junpei gasped as he tried to catch his breath. Lotus and Clover also panted, though not as audibly.

"That was...such a long run," Junpei griped.

"You didn't have to do it in heels."

He rolled his eyes at Lotus, who was smirking at him. "And you still...got to the DEAD first."

"I've had practice running in them, obviously."

"Obviously."

Clover remained silent, though the veil of grief had not lifted yet. The adrenaline lightened it a little, her expression less despondent and more angry, but she was still mostly unresponsive. While Lotus and Junpei were trading verbal barbs, she didn't speak.

When she did, her voice was barely audible, her words like globs of molten lead falling from her mouth to the floor. "Let's go."

"Uh, right." Junpei swallowed a lump of guilt and sympathy. "Yeah."

Near the DEAD was a set of large double doors labeled 'Laboratory' leading into what was probably the puzzle room. Clover, without waiting for either Lotus or Junpei, stepped into the laboratory beyond the doors. The two left behind exchanged heavy and pointed looks.

"She's—" Junpei didn't know how to explain his feelings on Clover's behavior. She was grieving for her brother, even if they might meet again. She was worried she might be in danger too. She was...angry and had every right to be.

"I know." Lotus' expression was something new to Junpei. He had seen her be angry and defensive and even manipulative. He had seen Lotus exasperated and delighted and prideful. Now she was...she seemed worried, yes, but something more personal. She looked like a mother watching a child suffering, unable to fix it. "We just have to be patient with her. Even if—"

Even if Snake is dead, she didn't say, but Junpei knew. He was thinking about it too.

He swallowed heavily. "Yeah." They were on the same page here; Clover came first. Together, they entered the laboratory.

What awaited them behind the clinical, almost elevator-esque doors, was something even more clinical. A large metal room, a quarter-circle of it partitioned off by glass and metal walls that made some kind of viewing chamber. Outside of the sectioned-off area is filled with old and chunky computer systems as well as sets of lockers. From where Junpei was standing, he could barely see the inside of the viewing room and what he could see seemed to be more clunky machinery.

"It's some kind of...experiment room?" Junpei wondered as he stared at that section of the laboratory. He moved so he could see into the viewing chamber easier and startled at the sight of a human figure lying on an examination table of some sort. He must have made some kind of startled noise because Clover looked at him. Her expression was still dull and sour but she had reacted.

"...yeah. See the mannequin?" She pointed one finger at the human figure on the examination table. It was, in fact, a mannequin. Its wooden head was riddled with electrodes, the wires leading back to one of the large machines. "It's meant to be like an EEG. They were experimenting on it."

Poor Science Boy.

Where had that thought come from?

"Well, we can't just stand around with our mouths gaping," Lotus clapped her hands once, the sharp noise drawing Junpei and Clover's attention to her. "Split up and start solving."

"Why should I listen to you?" Clover snapped at her. While this was the first time she had expressed any strong emotion since they decided to enter the numbered doors, the vitriol and anger was surprising. Or, no, maybe not. Maybe this was just a long time coming. She had been biting her tongue for almost an hour now. "What did you ever do for me aside from stand in a hallway and clean your nails?"

"I—" Lotus didn't have an answer for her. Of course, she was already aware that she hadn't done much to try and find Snake but it didn't mean she didn't care. Not that Clover knew that, however. To her, Lotus' lack of care in the search was as damning as if she had shoved Snake into a numbered door herself.

"Clover—" Junpei tried to mediate but she was having none of it.

"No, shut the hell up!" Clover turned to snap at him too. She was like an agitated dog, cornered and willing to bite anyone who tried to pity or comfort her. "I don't wanna hear it! She didn't look for Snake, she doesn't care about anyone but herself! I heard you yelling! I know what she wanted to do! If June hadn't told you off you would have taken Seven and—!"

Lotus flinched. Her mouth opened, then closed, as if she was trying to say something but was unable to put it into words. She couldn't refute what Clover was saying. She had wanted to leave everyone behind to leave. She had to be told it wasn't possible on top of being wrong before she dropped it.

And Clover had heard the whole conversation.

"Why the hell should I do anything you say? You probably...and I'll—!" Clover struggled to express herself. Tears gathered in her eyes as she shouted at Lotus. "Stay away from me! If you come near me again I'll—!" Unable to finish her thought, she dashed into the viewing room to put distance between herself and Lotus.

Junpei didn't have time to warn her.

The metal grate slammed down, the portcullis locking her inside the viewing room with Science Boy. She turned on her heel to see what the noise was, fury melting into terror as she realized she was trapped. Finally, she started crying. She slammed herself against the bars and shrieked in horror, choking silent sobs.

"Clover, calm down!" Junpei was the one who moved to comfort her. He reached out to grab her hand through the bars and, as his fingers brushed hers, he could feel how cold they were. She drew back, clutching at her face and hair in fear as she leaned against the wall for support. "Clover. Clover, listen to me, okay? We're going to solve the puzzle here and get you out of there, okay? Just...just calm down. You have to be strong, okay? You're going to get out of there. I promise." He tried to keep his voice from shaking, relying on the weird niggling thought in the back of his head that said it would be okay. He needed to be strong for her. He needed to be calm so she would be calm. If she didn't trust Lotus, she could trust him.

Clover swallowed and nodded, staggering away from the wall to grab Junpei's hand. She was shaking but Junpei squeezed her hand once and held eye contact. He nodded back at her, slowly, and took a breath.

"Can you be our eyes and hands inside there?" He asked. He hoped she couldn't hear how terrified he was, how genuinely not okay he was in this moment. She nodded at him. "Okay. Lotus and I are going to solve the puzzle out here, alright?" She didn't let go of his hand. Her eyes widened and flicked to look at Lotus. She didn't trust Lotus to do anything. Alright. "I'll solve the puzzle out here. Better?" She let go and pulled back. "You can sit down to rest. Don't worry about being too active. I'll call out if I need you to do something. Just...breathe."

Junpei stepped back and looked around their side of the room, heart hammering. Lotus was leaning against a series of lockers, her face pinched with worry. Junpei tilted his head towards what had to be the exit from the room, trying to communicate that he wanted her to go there so they could talk. She picked up what he was saying and made her way over.

Clover wouldn't be able to see them there. Not if she was sitting down on the stairs. They could have a talk while she collected herself.

Lotus radiated guilt. It wasn't too hard to realize that what Clover said had gotten to her. She wasn't wrong, obviously, but it didn't make it easier to hear. Fear made people act selfishly and this place thrived on fear. Lotus had only been more...overt in her selfishness—her fear.

"She doesn't trust me." She kept her voice low so Clover couldn't overhear them.

"She's scared." It wasn't an excuse but—

"I just...are you going to be okay doing everything?" A pivot. She didn't want to talk about it. Understandable.

"Yeah. Not the first time." Junpei didn't want to talk about how, like everything else that had happened today, this room felt eerily familiar. "I'm pretty smart."

"If you get stuck, I'm here." Lotus leaned against the door, obscuring the red light indicating it was locked, and waved her hand at herself. "Just...hurry."

Junpei nodded and walked back towards the center of the room. It was time to solve this puzzle.

None of the machines in the room were responsive. One of the computers—what appeared to be some kind of central control system—needed some kind of key to activate it. That was fine. He could find the key later. The lockers...half of them were locked and the other half contained...some rubbing alcohol?

What the hell could they need rubbing alcohol for?

By the lockers was a computer monitor and keyboard but no computer. When Junpei poked around, he realized the monitor didn't have a cord. Where had he—? Oh! Right. There was a power cord by the central control system. Junpei pocketed the rubbing alcohol and jogged over to grab the power cord. It was a thick, black cord with three prongs which...didn't fit the monitor. "Of course." Junpei sighed and put the cord in another pocket, then moved so he could see Clover sitting down on the stairs. She had stopped crying, her eyes and nose red, and was staring despondently out at Science Boy. Her mouth was pinched and frustrated but a lot of the vitriol was gone. She was tired. They were all tired.

"Hey, Clover?" Even though Junpei tried to be quiet, she jumped. She must have been deep in thought. "Sorry."

She stood up and walked over to the grate. "Yeah?" Her voice was crackly from crying and once again quiet. The fight had left her at last.

"I need you to look around in that room. Can you do that for me?" He didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to but...if she wanted to escape there—if she wanted to escape the Game—they needed to move. Thankfully, she nodded at him in agreement. "Thank you."

Junpei walked to the viewing window and watched as Clover poked around in the experiment area. She toggled switches on the machinery attached to the electrodes coming out of Science Boy's head but nothing happened. Next to the operating table was a table that had some surgical instruments and something that caught Clover's attention. She peered at it, leaning over the table in a way that made it hard for Junpei to see what she was doing.

"What's up?" Junpei shouted so Clover could hear him.

"There's some kind of...writing? Marker? It's on this table," Clover shouted back. "It's a bit smudged but...I think there's something else written beneath that? Like they covered up something."

"I have some rubbing alcohol if you want to try and remove it?" Junpei held up the bottle so she could see it. "Looks like there's a rag nearby so maybe that's the solution?"

"Yeah...maybe." Clover moved to the grate and Junpei met her there, handing her the bottle of rubbing alcohol. She lingered there for a moment, as if she wanted to ask Junpei something, but chose not to. That was fine. Whenever she was ready. Clover disappeared out of sight and, presumably, scrubbed the table. Then, from somewhere out of sight, she called out, "Do you have something to write with?"

"Yeah, uh, I have a notebook and a pen I found in the third class cabins." Junpei pulled them out of his hoodie pocket and offered them through the grate. Clover took them and disappeared again, then came back with them in her hand. On the paper, she had written down a tic-tac-toe style grid with the numbers one through four in a few grids. "Huh."

"I dunno what that's supposed to mean but..." Clover trailed off.

"Thanks." Junpei gave her a soft smile. "Uh, while you were in there, did you see any power cords? There's a monitor out here but the one I have has the wrong number of prongs."

"Uh...I think one of the machines wasn't plugged in. I can check that?" For all that it was bad they were separated, apparently it was doing wonders for Clover's mood in some ways. She was becoming more talkative, even if it was only in a puzzle solving way.

"Yeah, I'd appreciate it." Junpei followed her this time, walking his way to the viewing window. In his peripheral vision, Lotus was still standing there, concern evident. Junpei gave her a smile to ease her nerves as best he could and tilted his head toward the room, trying to communicate that it was okay. She seemed to pick up on that.

Clover knelt down and struggled with the cord then yelped and fell back on her butt. In her hand was a small black object. When she stood up again and turned to face the viewing window, she brandished the object at Junpei. "It came off!"

"Is it an adapter?" It looked to be the right size.

"Uh...I think so? The one you put things in has three prongs and the one you put into things has two." She frowned at the object.

"Yeah that's what I need." Junpei and Clover met at the grate again and she passed the adapter to him. He slotted it into the prongs of the cable, satisfied that it did its job. "That should let me power up the monitor. Thank you, Clover. You should be good to sit down for a bit. Maybe chat up Science Boy?"

"Science Boy?" Clover blinked at him, put off by what appeared to her as a non sequitur.

"The, uh, mannequin?" Junpei realized he might be blushing. His face felt warm for sure. "I - I named it."

Against all odds, Clover laughed. It wasn't mean-spirited, more startled and delighted. It was nice to hear after...everything.

"Hey!" He couldn't help but feel a little defensive about it. "Don't make fun of Science Boy!"

"I'm not making fun of Science Boy," Clover giggled. He'd take her laughing at him if it meant she was laughing.

"Don't make fun of me either." Junpei huffed, only slightly put off. Hearing her happy, even at his expense, really was wondrous. She deserved happiness. She deserved it all because—

Junpei winced. Clover's laughter trailed off. "Are you—"

"I've been fighting a headache all night," Junpei waved her concern off, not wanting to get into it. "It comes and goes. If I'm lucky, we can leave this room before I hurl. Now go sit down while I mess with this computer. You wanna borrow my notepad?" So you're not bored. She didn't move to sit down so Junpei passed her the notebook and pen after tearing the page Clover wrote on out and stuffing it in his pants pocket. She took it and sat down, immediately scribbling something on the paper, her face screwed in concentration.

Junpei plugged the monitor in and tapped a key on the keyboard. The monitor lit up and a string of numbers and letters scrolled across it in some sort of booting process. From where she was standing behind him, Lotus made a noise of interest. Junpei waved her to come over and she closed distance quickly, leaning over the keyboard to peer at the monitor with a strange intensity.

"You good with computers?" Junpei asked her.

"You could say that." Lotus continued to stare as the characters stopped scrolling and left only a single truncated word and a blinking cursor. "There we go. Password."

"Password?" Junpei stared at the monitor. Computers weren't his forte. All things considered, he was pretty bad with them. But if a computer was asking for a password they didn't have...

"Well the bad news about this is that I don't think we have any way to figure the password out the easy way." Lotus pulled out the chair in front of the monitor and keyboard. "The good news is that I'm here so we don't have to."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Junpei was about to continue asking her what she was on about but suddenly her fingers started flying across the keyboard. The sudden motion startled him into silence. What else was he to say to a woman who could hack. "Ah."

"Like I said," Lotus preened, "You could say I'm good with computers."

"'Good' is an understatement."

"Well it doesn't do anyone any good to brag about this kind of skill." She continued to type as she talked, undeterred by any external stimuli.

"So, what, you're hacking the computer?"

"Close enough. I'm building a program to crack the password. We don't have time to manually try every possible iteration of characters—especially considering we don't know the length of the password—so I'm making the computer do all the work for me. As any good gentleman should for a lady like myself." She was deflecting in a way.

Junpei didn't blame her. He was putting on a brave face too.

Something occurred to him at that moment that he hadn't asked about yet. "Hey, so, this monitor is wireless, right? Same with the keyboard?" Lotus gave him a dry look. "Alright, stupid question. I'll go chat with Clover then. Leave you to it."

"Thank you." It wasn't just for her benefit, really. She wanted him to make sure Clover was alright in the same way that she wanted to crack the password. "I'll call you when it's done."

Junpei walked over to the grate and knocked on it. Clover jumped a little and glared at him, scrubbing away frightened tears. He gave her a moment to collect herself while he listened to Lotus tap away at the keyboard. "How're you doing, Clover?" No response save a flat look. "Fair enough. Lotus is busy cracking the password so I thought I'd come and say hi, since you're all alone."

"It's only been a few minutes." She sniffed.

"Yeah, but still...," Junpei shrugged. "Figured I'd ask since you're in science jail." The withering glare she gave him made him chuckle. "So how have you been spending your time?"

"Math." Probably door math.

"Couldn't be me."

"Yeah, well, it's that or strike up a conversation with Science Boy, which is just sad." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Now you're being mean." Of course, he wasn't upset or anything, but the point remained. "But really: how are you?"

Clover gave it a long period of thought before she answered him. Her expression was rather unreadable, her tone as devoid of emotion as she could make it while sounding conversational. "How do you think?"

Good question. Fair. "I think you're worried about Snake, among other things. You're upset and angry. You have every right to be, of course, but you...trust me for some reason."

"Aren't you some kind of therapist?" She tried to affect bitterness, a sharp edge to her words, but Junpei wasn't buying it.

"I'm just making an educated guess." What else could he do? "I'm scared too, so that's not a reach. If I had a sibling—or if June went missing—I'd be angry too. Angry at Zero, angry at anyone who didn't take my concerns seriously. Worried is a given. I still don't know why you trust me though."

It looked as though Clover was going to answer his question when Lotus let out a triumphant shout. She clammed up immediately and warily looked at where Lotus was sitting. Junpei shook his head in amusement.

"I'll be back. You think you can hold on a little longer?"

Clover snorted and moved back to the stairs. "I'm not nine. I can be patient."

"Alright." With that said, he walked back to Lotus. "Got it?"

She grinned at him and pointed at the monitor, which now displayed a three-by-three grid of squares. "Done and done. Nothing to it."

"If you say so." Junpei peered at the grid. It looked...familiar. More familiar than simple deja vu. Wait, the thing Clover wrote down. He fished the note out of his pants pocket and clicked the squares in the order they were labeled in. One, two, three, four. All nine of them were green. Something to the side clicked.

The other set of lockers—the ones that were lit with red before, indicating they were locked—were now unlocked. Inside were two things: a small metal key marked with the symbol for Earth and a small key for some kind of electronic device. Junpei put the Earth key in his pocket, balled up and tossed the note Clover made, and inserted the second key into the keyhole in the control center. It turned without issue and the monitor on the control center lit up.

"Power restored to experimental device." Junpei read aloud. "Emergency system will activate in the event of abnormal subject behavior." What the hell did 'abnormal subject behavior' even mean? Well, if the control center was on, then that meant the machines in the experiment room should be working. He turned around and rapped his knuckles on the glass of the viewing window. "Clover?"

"What?" Clover stood up quickly and popped into view. She shoved the notebook and pen in her jacket, worried.

"The main control system is on now. Try messing with the machine hooked up to Science Boy again." It felt silly to say that name out loud, where Lotus could hear, but it worked. She moved to the knobs and fiddled with one. Nothing happened.

Her shoulders tensed and she looked back at Junpei through the window. "Nothing! I'm gonna try max voltage!" Before Junpei could warn her against that, she twisted the knob as far as it would go. The electrodes on Science Boy's head sparked dangerously, then caught fire. In fact, all of Science Boy's head caught fire. Clover shrieked.

So did Lotus as the fire alarm in the room shrieked. Through the viewing window, smoke began to obscure everything. Clover ducked down and kept her sleeve in front of her nose and mouth so she didn't inhale too much smoke. Junpei looked at the exits, trying to see if this was considered 'abnormal subject behavior'. Judging by the way the system informed them the emergency system was activated, it was likely.

The lights on the doors—both the one leading out of the room and the one that linked the experiment room to the viewing chamber—were green. Unlocked.

"Clover! The other door!" She looked at him through the glass then her gaze flicked to the door he was talking about. "It's unlocked! Head that way and we'll open it."

Lotus was way ahead of him. She grabbed the doorknob and threw it open, stepping to the side as Clover stumbled out, coughing. It swung closed as Clover got out of the way and Lotus opened the exit, holding the door for her as they filed out one after the other, free to breathe fresh air at last.

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Just A Little Bit | Heizou x Reader

You’re in a hurry for brunch with your friend but your husband decided to make you stay a bit longer with him. 

my second heizou bday fic. i know im late but whatever. i crave for domestic husband heizou stories 

warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, nsfw content

word count: 5.9k

Vigorously blinking once then twice, the sleep was shaken loose from your eyelashes in fine, golden specks of dust. Shapes before you were still molten into a hazy blur, emphasized by fulgent beams of Sunday morning light that flooded through the bathroom door and propped open halfway.

It's as though your brain had woken up shortly before your vision got the chance to and now it had some catching up to do. Your silhouette was presented to you— weary and lightly slouched in the mirror, circling a toothbrush within your mouth at a reluctant pace.

Shrouded in post-sleep delirium, you realize you've forgotten to wet it before you squeezed the toothpaste upon it, where you're reminded by the dryness of the sharper-than-usual mint taste on your tongue.

Without paying much mind to it, you exude a groan through gritted teeth, proceeding to brush them.

Mentally, you browbeat yourself for having gotten up this early on a damned Sunday, let alone freed yourself from your sleeping husband’s firm, love-infused grasp you found yourself encased in upon waking up. However, to your own demise, you almost forgot the plans you had made for this day.

And judging by the claim of the clock adorning the wall that you checked mere minutes prior, you were dealing with the better part of an hour to get ready in order to make it there in time. Considering your drowsy composition, you would have to make each minute count.

Once your surroundings swim into view more or less clearly, you're suddenly taken aback by the state you're in. A succession of marks bloomed upon the side of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and disappearing beneath the crisp white cotton of one of Heizou’s button-ups you're enveloped in.

Each one of them deviated from the rest in color ever so slightly, gleaming at you in different shades of dark purples and reds.

You cannot deny your awe. It doesn't look bad per se, but the hints of a possible attack having gone down are there. Though there wasn't one; not in a way one would think, anyway.

Whenever frustration has built up within Heizou to a point that diminished him to nothing but a huffing, grumbling mess when he’s at a dead end of finding clues, he would almost become primal in nature. You, of course, secretly wallowed in these particular occasions— the roughness of his touch and pace, the hoarseness of his voice drilling into your ear, the sharpness of his teeth each time they'd sink into your flesh.

Catching yourself dwindling away into a lustful daydream, you forced your thighs together and squirmed restlessly, meaning to ease the tension that has flourished between them. This action forced you to focus upon the knife-like soreness tugging at your lower abdomen, left there the night before— also by your husband, also feverishly, also in an act of passion.

You want to be sort of mad at him, but it's difficult to be. Instead of falling victim to displeasure, your stomach flutters again.

Fuck, you're done for.

Clearing your mind— and the least attempting to— you bend towards the sink and spit out the toothpaste, consecutively rinsing your mouth with a cup of water. You're stirred to alertness by the brisk sound of the bathroom door clicking shut to your left, which prompted you that you're no longer alone here.

Originating from the same direction, faint footsteps crept up to your side. Having splashed a handful of frigid water upon your face, you surged back into the air. To nobody's surprise, Heizou has settled behind you, close enough for his body heat to merge with yours being palpable, but not close enough to make actual physical contact.

He's donned nothing but his trousers, which seemed to be clinging onto his hips for dear life. Not only were you able to follow his happy trail with your eyes, but almost caught a glimpse of the base of his shaft. The outline of which, just by the way, is more than emphasized to you on behalf of the drab fabric. You gulped, the minty freshness on your palate inducing a numbing tremor.

Heizou’s forlorn eyes took a clumsy, yet amiable guess and plateau upon where he assumed your face was, beaming widely. That dark maroon hair of his was all sorts of tousled, sticking out in ten different directions and all four cardinal points.

You were sure he followed your heartbeat here and was currently stalling so as to make use of the silence in order to register its spike, justified by his sudden appearance. It flattered him thus he delights in a hearty chortle.

“Good morning,” you crooned, cutting his glory short. Intent on continuing to dream for at least a little while longer, you studied his charming features in the mirror.

“Morning, sweet,” Heizou retorted through a smile, using his voice for the first time this morning, which was prompted to you by the profound rasp of it that tugged at your heartstrings in an alluring fashion.

He finally made the decision to grasp onto you, his palms wandering beneath the cotton of his shirt that you're wearing, taking hold of your bare hips beneath it. His fingertips pranced upon your skin, and he allowed your bodies to collide by pushing up on you from behind. This was when his arms wholly twined around your figure, pulling you into the soft curve of his slightly bent frame.

His torso was firm and placid against your back, and you were debating whether or not to falter in his grip. He's so pleasantly warm, and though you've only left your shared bed a few minutes ago, you've already grown to miss that signature fervor of his that you know to be the most comforting quality on earth.

Once you shut your eyes, if only for a fraction of a second, it's as though you're still entangled in him, obscured by silk sheets, drifting in and out of sleep as one tends to on a lazy day.

Soon enough, you snapped out of it by forcing your eyes open and repeatedly batting your eyelashes— Heizou heard it, or at least that's what the slight twitch of his head told you.

The reason was simple: You have matters to attend to.

Reaching for a scrub on the right-hand side of the sink, you grabbed the tub and screwed it open. Your hypersensitive husband lightly hummed at the sudden whiff of pomegranate it exuded, theatrically exhaling and thus fanning his lukewarm breath over the back of your head. He then freed one of his hands from around you, using it to peel back the neat collar of the button-up you're wearing, attaching his hot lips to the nape of your neck.

Heizou’s palm consequently snaked underneath your breasts, though loosely, applying the slightest bit of pressure that was nevertheless enough to send your mind down a frenetic spiral.

In contrast with the languid kisses placed upon the back of your neck, he sent sensations tumbling down your back that provoked your nipples to stiffen in an instant and a faint yelp to tear free from your depths.

In response, he merely smirked against your skin, pressing more wet kisses upon it. As though on command, you slanted your head to the side, firmly believing the motion will enhance the sensations you're granted.

Your perception might be manipulated by the placebo effect, but for all you know, it's working just fine. Heizou proceeded to slowly pull away, abandoning the spot upon the nape of your neck that's practically aching for attention now; fluttering and tingling from the ticklish play of your husband’s breath.

Soon, he proceeded to sweep your hair out of the way from the crook of your neck, letting it cascade down your spine. There's care obscured in his motions that you've never encountered with anyone before him, and it left you breathless.

“Why're you up so early, hm?” he questioned in a gravelly tone, and you're suddenly swallowed by the tart wave of regret.

You know you can never get away with fleeing him or his bed, nor is he capable of sleeping well without you, anyway, prone to waking up with the merest stir you caused. He deserved that rest you cheated him out of— with all the work he's been taking on lately, let alone the nightly endeavors he partakes in every now and again, sleep should be his top priority.

Guilt has nagged away at your intestines. You almost find yourself apologizing, but then Heizou lodged his face in the space he just cleared for himself and the steady contact his breath made with your sensitive skin sent an icy shiver racing down your frame; it's refreshing, though frustrating.

If he continues like this, you'll not only be late but exhausted and possibly more marked-up than you already are. Had the situation been different, you wouldn't catch yourself complaining in a million years, but you've been putting off meetings with Sango for as long as you can remember— with half of the excuses to be traced back to Heizou— and don't want to leave her hanging this time around.

Thus, you ignored your husband’s affection and the numbing effect it has on your mind as you dipped your fingers into the scrub and scooped some of it out.

“I'm meeting Sango for brunch, remember?”

You reminded him, only to receive an affirmative hum in return. You started working the scrub between your fingers, lending it warmth before you decided to apply it.

“I already feel terrible after blowing her off so many times. I can't possibly be late.”

“Not even a little late?” Heizou mumbled, sucking greedy kisses onto your neck. His lips dallied along your heated flesh, and every now and again, he flashed his tongue to slide it over the outlines of the marks he's given you last night.

He knew exactly where they are too— the tease he is— it must be the burst of your system and the blood that drained away from them he was smelling. You cannot help but lean into him— it's an instinctive reaction you fail to prevent.

Your body was guilty of naturally responding to his touch, which your brain sheepishly convicted.

“A little bit— just for me?”

His right hand released your breast then it slid downward. It proceeded to loom around the center of your chest, coming to a halt just a breath of a touch over your nipples, where he traced the maroon stains littering the skin stretched over your clavicles.

His calloused thumb caressed the surface, and in combination with the barely noticeable sting of the mark, you're left to endure pleasure so bittersweet it caused your insides to churn.

“Heizou—!”

You choked out, caging a moan that was about to erupt within your mouth. He's kissing your neck in a way that reminds you of all similarly sensual encounters you've shared with him, which, in its turn, caused ardent arousal to pool between your legs.

Since Heizou sniffed away at the air a little more forcefully than normal, you assumed he must've noticed. Having thrown a glance at the mirror, you find it harder and harder to contain yourself. The sight of you captured in his arms, his entire attention focused on your body and your body alone, your eyes hooded and skin ablaze, is nothing short of debaucherous.

Your frame fitted into his so perfectly, the back of your thigh translating the luscious feeling of him gradually hardening against you. His breath was less controlled now, and you delighted in his agitation for a split second. However, you're not one to talk. You're practically melting into his embrace.

“I can taste you off the air, [Name],” he groaned in between planting sloppy kisses upon your neck. His tone is dark, though breathy.

“My wife’s so sweet, so delicious. Can't I make you feel good? Can't I please you, sweetheart? You took me so well last night, I have to express my gratitude.” You whimpered at the sole obscenity of his words, your stomach wringing and twisting at the spilled praise.

He's irresistible, and fuck, you don't want to dismiss the pleasure you know he can bestow upon you. Not when he's offering it to you so gallantly.

With your judgment clouded and all senses heightened, you gasped.

“Hmn! J-just a little bit…”

You failed to recognize where the desperate aspect of your response finds its origin, but you cannot take it back now. Heizou’s lips stretched into a grin against your flesh, and he shifted them to gently nip at your jawline.

“That's it, darling,” he uttered. His left hand gifted your hip an approving squeeze and his voice grazed your ear, coating it in a layer of calidity.

“I'll be quick, I promise. I’ll make my sweet wife cum like I know she loves to.”

The hand that was teasing your sensitive nipple and circling the marks bedecking your chest gradually drifted downward. His fingertips scattered bursts of fervor over your skin, and you stertorously watched the coarse scenario unfold before you in the mirror.

It's a leg-trembling sight, and Heizou knows you're delighting in it, which to his surprise, merely stung him with the prick of jealousy.

The shirt you're wearing is only buttoned halfway, wherefore it peels aside further than would be considered modest, revealing the better part of your left breast. His palm captured the tender mound as your breath hitched treacherously, and kneaded it ever so slightly, enough for the heat between your legs to graduate to a fire.

You issued a whine, needy and hoarse, which signaled him to keep going. After all, you're on a schedule here.

His palm wandered lower, sweeping aside the cotton of his shirt, thus revealing the smoky-pink lace of the underwear you slipped into this morning.

At first, he curiously slid his fingertips along the fabric, just to acquaint himself with it. By now, he's learned all of your lingerie by heart, has his preferences set in stone, and this piece happens to be one he's especially fond of. This realization elicits a groan from him, and in no time—whilst his lips are still gently glued to your jawline— his fingers pushed aside the hem and sneak into your panties.

You shuddered, where his free hand stabilized you, and he comfortingly shushed into your ear. That doesn't help with your agitation, whatsoever.

Heizou started off slowly, first sliding his fingers along your slit and coating them in the slick that's gathered there.

“Man alive… so wet for me. Always so good and wet for me,” he mused, more to himself than to you, partaking in a few more gentle caresses along your core. In response to his teasing, you whimpered, bucking your hips towards the hand that was buried in your underwear.

Soon enough, your husband’s joint middle and ring finger grazed your clit, which they consecutively started rubbing. This is where the first proper moan erupted from your mouth, and you reclined into his frame, one hand clutching onto the bathroom counter for support, the other stumbling upon his free hand to settle on. You don't care that your fingertips are stained with scrub— if only, Heizou welcomed the scratchy sensation on his skin.

His fingers kept their pace, nice and quick, causing white-hot pressure to swell in the pit of your stomach, that you know only Heizou and only him can diffuse. You issued successions of mellow moans and dared to glare at the mirror – and fuck, you're in shambles.

Your mouth was pried open, knuckles were tense from grasping whatever was in your reach, flesh was practically scorching hot, and Heizou’s strong and firm arm was twined around you and steadily working your core. His fully hardened cock urged against you from behind, building piquant friction as you rock in his grip.

It's blissful enough to break out crying, you thought until his fingers rearranged and two of them plunged inside you, his thumb taking over the focus on your clit.

“H-Heizou!”

And suddenly, your entire understanding of pleasure is redefined. His digits curled within you, and you're convinced you won't last much longer like this. Your heart is going haywire beyond your ribs, threatening to crack them. It seems to be the only thing Heizou could hear aside from the array of sounds you gifted him, and he's set on nudging you over the edge right here, right now.

“‘m close…” you rasped, though he was already more than aware of the fact. You used the outcry as an excuse to dilute your moans with at least one coherent word— to not seem as frenzied, at least a little sane, maybe.

Heizou’s voice was low and spread heat across the shell of your ear.

“Let go for me, darling.”

His order was one you cannot disobey, and with another “C'mon, give it to me” falling from his lips, your cunt throbbed and spasmed as you came undone at the merciless pumping of his fingers.

Your legs gave out beneath your weight, your figure suddenly too hefty to hold up, and Heizou was forced to bend his knee for stability as you slumped into him. The whines fleeing you echoed across the bathroom walls, and while you reveled in the bliss your orgasm brought on, he led you through it to the best of his ability.

When the pleasure promptly faded, your eyes fluttered open. You're too ashamed to look at yourself in the mirror, anticipating a picture that'll figuratively cripple you more than you already are. Instead, you panted your pent-up agitation out, clawing at the dissolving remnants of your discharge.

Once your heart lulled, Heizou teasingly dragged his fingers out with a delicious smack, bringing them up to his face and placing them into his mouth to suck on. His tongue swirled along each curve to collect all of the slicks he gathered.

This you cannot disregard, marveling at the reflection of him doing it, still folded into his grip. Your stare burned into him, and his flushed face was suddenly adorned with a smirk. The desolate emerald eyes you love so much ghosted over the mirror once more, and the realization that he's at least trying to find you enchanted you.

Your temple was covered by a glistening film of sweat, hair was unkempt and in sure need of getting taken care of soon.

“I need a shower,” you declared, breathless. The reason you voiced your intention was the realization he'll request to stick around for it, and there's nothing you wish for more. After all, there's still time left. You finally allowed yourself to be a little late, however little persuasion it took.

“That can be done,” he responded as he rested his palms upon your hips. This statement of his meant he was joining you— you hear it in the lingering lustful tone and see it in the curve of his lips. He promptly twirled you around to face him, and after a quick peck on the tip of your nose, lifted you onto the bathroom counter.

You shifted around, getting comfortable and propping yourself up by grasping onto the edges with your hands. Your husband knelt before you, clutching onto your heel and lifting one of your legs into the air.

He kissed a long, ardent trail along it, eliciting some needy panting from you until he was greeted by the much softer and more sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. The overwhelming smell of your pooled slick has overtaken his nose entirely, and God, what on Teyvat he wouldn't do to put his mouth on you and nuzzle into your pleading heat right now?

Nevertheless, he suppressed the urge by detaching his lips from your skin and tangling his finger in the lace of your panties. One second later, he's sliding them down your legs. Once you're freed, they're discarded onto the tiled floor. Soon thereafter, he rose back into the air, slotting himself between your legs and starting to glide his hands over the shirt you're wearing.

It's the same one he came home in last night and the very same one he swathed your glistening, sweaty body in once he was done with you. The recollection caused him to clench his jaw, and he could barely conduct his fingers upon the buttons from the balmy arousal blooming within him. The fact he's painfully hard, straining against his trousers, wasn’t helping either.

Once the button-up was undone, Heizou guided it off your shoulders. By doing so, he released a waft of your scent to come flooding his senses – it cost him a mellow groan.

You shed the shirt completely, nipples perked by the cold of your sudden bareness. As you leaned forward and hooked your fingers in the waistband of his trousers, you absent-mindedly captured your lip between your teeth. Once you slid them down his thighs, his hardened cock sprung out, flushed and upright against his toned stomach— veins defined as ever, leaking at the tip, and flushed from all the blood urging it on.

You cannot lie, the sight was an enticing one to have, which is why you leaped from the counter and dropped onto your knees before him, colliding with the fuzzy rug covering the floor.

Before you get the chance to take any action, though, be it by wrapping your hands around him or even opening your mouth, Heizou caught your chin.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. Today's about you. Plus, didn't you say you were in a hurry? We're showering together and have you get you ready, hm?”

Oh, now he's playing that game. Backing out after finally convincing you to give in to him. You want to hate him and you really try to, but fuck, with his cock hard and rouge on eye-level with you, you're fully convinced you could never find yourself hating Shikanoin Heizou.

Annoyed, you surged upward with a small pout; having taken his hand, you led him towards the shower, where you opened the door and tugged him inside after entering yourself. In his turn, your husband switched on the water, and it came splashing down onto the two of you, gradually heating up.

Still, you're fucking aching for him. Despite having come for him just minutes prior. Despite having him all to yourself for years. Despite having plans to attend in less time than you expect. He can't possibly be teasing you this way after igniting your potent flame.

You gently nudged his taller figure against the wall, lacing your fingers through his damp hair and joining your lips. His palms adhered to your waist, pulling you closer. You veered your body against his erection, meaning to wind him up so he yielded to you at last.

He reciprocated by gasping into your mouth, water leaking into the kiss after dribbling down your faces. For a moment, it appeared as though you'd stolen his composure, but he regained it shortly before you could pride yourself on that achievement.

He trudged forth and pinned you against the tiled wall right across from where you had captured him prior. Once again, he nipped at the skin of your neck, though more vigorously, and this time around introduced his teeth. His lascivious biting has punched the remaining air out of your lungs, which you made noticeable by gulping for it.

This is where his hands set off on a roam across your body, exploring every patch as though he's never touched you before, never made you his before, never ruined this perfect skin of yours before.

He tapped his fingers along the curve of your waist, pads prancing upon its damp, balmy surface. Each minuscule collision elicited a hitched breath from you, and you sent your own hands swerving over his lean, though tender-skinned chest.

Heizou, however, changed course and slowly but surely traveled up to cup your breasts. He palmed the tender mounds, digits toying with your hardened nipples captured between them. You whimpered, the sensation penetrating you to your core.

“My wife’s so beautiful,” he uttered into your flesh with a sated groan, gradually directing his hands back down.

“So perfect,” he sighed, exasperated, and added a breathy All mine. Soon enough, his palms glided towards the tenderness of your thighs, where they squeezed and kneaded and massaged them, whilst his mouth mumbled incoherent chants against your skin.

Whatever it was he's crooning, you understand it's nothing short of delirious – in a way that prompted you he's wholeheartedly in love with you. And as his fingers strayed along your figure, you gifted him alluring successions of deep, grateful whimpers.

Heizou has your body memorized – each stretch, each bend, each sweet spot that could send you down a pathos-filled spiral.

Not much later, his lips caught yours, nipping at them like he was starved for your taste. Even you can sense how flustered he's become, how much desperation he's driven by, how badly he's out to please you.

“Archon, you drive me insane...” he hissed into your mouth, the rapid pace of your heart aligning with his husky breathing. You maintained him pressed flush against you by his shoulders with zero intention to ever let go— the effect his previous statement had upon you was colossal; each limb of yours was buzzing with excitement and your pulse was transcending the realm of health. You could die right here, and it wouldn't be a half-bad way to go.

For a little while, you kissed him back. Soon enough, though, it becomes unbearable to tiptoe around the lechery in this manner— thus, you spoke your mind. Or, more accurately, whined your mind.

“Can't you fuck me? Please, Heizou?” The sheer rashness you filled his name with flustered you, and you struggled to comprehend he was capable of turning you into a pleading, begging, whimpering, faltering, pathetic mess. But then again, you're fully used to it.

The groan your husband issued in response was deep and worked-up. He yearned, more than anything, to grab you by your damp hips and slam you down his length at a pace that'll bruise you from the inside, swallow each outcry you give him, and keep it sacred in his lungs. Stimulate you until your hot tears leak into the shower water racing down the curve of your cheek, but he digested that yearning.

Today, he wanted to be gentle with you. He means to worship the body that's offered up to him so generously whenever you unite in acts of intimacy. He wished to deify you— to prove to you how pure of a goddess you truly are to him.

“I'm afraid that if I fuck you,” Heizou let out a stuttered groan, his dick hardening between your thighs. “We won't be leaving this shower until noon.” He panted and you know he's telling you the truth. If this had been going down on any other day, you'd have gladly accepted that offer. “So, no. However...”

He lowered himself upon his knees, snaking his palms around the backsides of your thighs. In no time, he flung your legs over his shoulders with zero difficulty, keeping you pressed against the cool wall and readjusting his position in order to gain better access to your sex.

In response, your hands dug into his burgundy hair, seeking support in this position he placed you in. His fingers sprawled out over your hips for stability, and he aligned his mouth with your sopping, aching cunt.

Wasting no more time, his tongue made electrifying contact with your heat and parted your folds. A yelp slipped from your mouth, and you're overwhelmed by the friction he's spreading across your center. It roused a stirring within the pit of your stomach that you cannot, by any means, allay.

First, he merely glided his tongue along your slit to prep and work you open, yet soon enough, his lips hungrily closed around your sensitive clit. Once he started sucking upon that sensitive bud, you tilted your head back, launching it against the wall and lightly rutting your hips against Heizou’s mouth with all sorts of whines and moans escaping you.

It should be forbidden to feel this fucking good, you pondered since you've come closer to heaven more than you can count with your husband. There was just something about him— something that transcended your ability to comprehend but lured you in magnetically, nonetheless.

His tongue swept and worked your clit like it was the only thing it knows how to do, and you reveled in the sensations branching out throughout your frame. Your eyelids fluttered, your mouth gaped with threads of sighs of pleasure leaking out of it, and your torso and arms erupted in beady goosebumps— even though the water pouring down upon you was a degree shy of scorching.

You're heaving all over and struggling to claw onto the last shreds of sanity you're left with. Heizou withdrew them from you with each forceful flick of his tongue. His mind was dimmed with the taste of you that filled it, gathered in a thick, tangy cloud, causing his hardened cock to give helpless twitches at each moan and spasm you awarded him with.

You're close to the point where you'd offer your life up in exchange for the incoming orgasm, the raging fervor buried within your depths setting your body ablaze. Heizou was more than aware of how close you'd grown to him. Your heart has sold you out to him so brashly, and as your thighs clasped shut around his head with agitated anticipation, he channeled a guttural groan into your heat.

It did you more favors than you expected it to, bliss bursting in the pit of your stomach at once as he continued bobbing his head and simultaneously lapping away at your clit to lead you through the sudden orgasm. Your muscles tensed up, your core pulsating against your husband’s skillful mouth.

He swallowed each throb, each flutter, each thump, and God, does it sate him. If it were up to him, he'd have you coming on his face until the end of time. It could seriously send him over the edge alone— and before he knew it himself, it did.

Once you're clambering down your overwhelming high, he desperately spilled onto his own stomach, siphoning broken-up moans into your heat, his eyes closed taking in every drop of your white fluid.

Your thighs were stiffly clenched as his fingertips twitched upon them with the dawn of his orgasm, nails digging into your sensitive flesh. His chest swelled with force. Words fail to describe the shock you're taken over by, however arousing the situation translated to.

Hands still securely tangled in his hair, you massaged his scalp. “Ohh, Heizou...” you whispered your husband’s name, starstruck.

You're not sure you can come up with a better response to the ongoing, thus you simply marveled at the aroused detective: flushed, exhausted, wallowing in his high whilst still nuzzled against you. Once his orgasm started wearing off, the groaning against your center ceased, but it's nevertheless obvious that he was trying to savor every last bit of bliss he could get before it slipped away from him entirely.

At the same time, you're elevated to a degree of astonishment that robbed you of all ability to respond to the outer world, and at this moment, all you knew was you and him. And the fact he just came from solely eating you out.

In no time, Heizou gently lifted your thighs from his shoulders, setting you down on the wet ground with utmost care. His knees yielded to a crackle as he stood up, pain briskly dashing through his frame. He ignored it.

Instead, he rose to your level, cupped your hot face, and invited you into a soft, loving kiss. Your flavor played on his tongue so fervently, and he shared it with you— an offer you cannot ever refuse. He kissed you deeply, cordially, sweetly.

You’re loved, and what's more, loved by him.

But you're also late. And still need to shower.

Therefore, your palms landed flat upon his chest. You proceeded to gently push him away, and unfortunately break the kiss much to his disappointment.

“Now I really need to get ready.” you panted, a blush playing on your face. Even though Heizou couldn’t see it, he filtered it through your tone. By now, you've already taken hold of your body wash and spurted some of it into your hand.

Once you began spreading it over your glistening skin in languid, thorough motions, he delivered you his usual mischievous expression.

“Need any help with that?” he inquired and who are you to say no?

The next few minutes were spent with Heizou posing somewhat of a help, rendering assistance with washing your body, but also diluting the deed with tender kisses and not-so-innocent caresses.

You were definitely late to brunch by the time you were out of the shower, and the very moment you haphazardly wrapped a fuzzy mint towel around your figure— which soaked in the soapy droplets of water trickling down your body— you're already racing across the house towards the ringing telephone.

It laid upon the front counter of the kitchen, and as you took the handset, you were faced with an enraged Sango.

Fuck.

You cursed in your mind, preparing for the worse.

Sango’s voice spilled out of the speaker at once, calling out your name with a harsh undertone. You're stung by guilt the second you hear it, toying with excuse variations within your head as her words flew on in that grainy fashion everyone's familiar with.

“[Name], where are you? Look if anything happened, emergency or not, you have to call me immediately. I’m worried sick if something might have happened to you! You know what, I should drop by your house.”

“W-wait no! I’m fine really! I’m going to be a bit late so you don’t have to come here.” You assured, but Sango wasn’t taking any of it.

“Look, if Shikanoin— er, Heizou’s doing horrible things to you, I won’t let him get away with it! He’s—“

The call was cut off and you felt a presence ghosting behind you, and it didn’t take you too long to notice the handheld in your palm had disappeared. Once it came to a conclusion, you spun around, only to perceive him standing before you, a towel loosely tied around his hips and wet strips of hair dropping into his beautiful face.

What's more: Your husband was taking your call with a smirk on his face.

“Mrs. Shikanoin is unable to attend your brunch today. Hm? She’s sick, that's why she woke up late.” He glanced at you and seeing your disbelief reaction was enough to gauge out a chuckle from him. “Now now, I’m being a caring husband, that's all. I don’t want to see my wife pass out and get hurt when she’s out sick.”

He felt no remorse at all. That smirk was enough to say everything. The cocky, rapacious asshole Heizou sometimes is...

Heizou ended the call and the termination of plans with someone you care about pained you. You don’t know how you would face Sango and explain everything to her.

“Well, then,” your husband dragged the words out with mischief smoldering in his voice, “guess you're all mine for today, hm?”

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

[mypimpademia]

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinso w kids that are bratty

Parent!Bakugo x parent!Todoroki x parent!black!reader x parent!Shinso

TW: Swearing

Key: S/n = sons name; D/n = Daughters name

BAKUGO

You have a son, S/n Bakugo

He has mixed hair ofc, and Bakugos hair color, he has heterochromia so his left eye is the same color as yours and his right is red like Bakugos

Quirk: hand bomb; he can turn anything he lights on fire into any type of bomb (regular, smoke bomb, and even a fire work)

Its Bakugos kid ofc they're gonna be bratty

But Bakugo has too much pride to say that your son gets it from him

It mostly started when S/n was still a few months old

He was the type of baby to throw things, and slap tf out of people

The first time he slapped Bakugo, you were away on a mission and you were video calling each other

"Put S/n on camera, i wanna get a screen recording of you playing with him."

You started the screen recording and S/n was on his back while Bakugo was on his stomach, leaning over him

Bakugo went in for an Eskimo kiss but got slapped instead

The air in your lungs left all at once in a single laugh, you stopped the screen recording there, most definitely planning to post it

"THIS GOD DAMN BRAT, HE GETS THIS SHIT FROM YOU."

"From me???? Sounds like your egos too big for you to admit that its from you."

S/n got his quirk for the first time when he was 4 and you were setting off fireworks for Chinese new year

He wanted to light a fire work but you and Katsuki didn't want him getting hurt

So he threw the rubber ball he was playing with

It ended up getting set on fire from his hand and the exploding with colors against the ground

The whole party stopped right there

"OH SHITT MY SON JUST GOT HIS QUIRK."

"AND ITS COOL AS FUCK."

You let him use his quirk instead of lighting fire works, allowing him to throw plastic cups and empty water bottles

To you and Katsukis luck, it made lil man pass out early and it was easy to put him to bed

He cheats when he plays hide n seek

Hides empty bottles and other trash in his hiding places to use as smoke bombs

"S/n... where are you, brat?"

Katsuki ended up with an exploding water bottle at his foot, and then couldn't see because of the smoke

"S/N BAKUGO, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SETTIN OFF SMOKE BOMBS IN MY DAMN HOUSE??"

Threatens to use his quirk when he gets mad

You could use your quirk to hold him easily without harming him at the same time

Katsuki however usually has to chase him

"GET BACK HERE, YOU DAMN BRAT."

If it happens in public Katsuki usually just picks up S/n and holds him under his arm, hands by his sides, so that he can't grab anything

Leads to the paparazzi getting some questionable shots

"Damn, I love my kid, but I didn't think he'd be such a brat."

"Kinda like you?"

"Shut up."

"Anyways, it'll prepare you for our next ones."

"Next ones?"

"Im pregnant."

TODOROKI

You have twins, a boy and a girl.

Both have mixed hair, the girl with white hair and the boy with red

D/n's quirk: Hydrokinesis; can manipulate water at will and even freeze or get it to heat up to 100° (water bender in this bitch)

S/n's quirk: Aerokinesis; can harden, change the direction of, and make himself fly by controlling the air around him, and can even take air out of something (I'd name lil dude Aang if you could predict quirks before hand)

Your son is more like Shoto, reserved and quiet

But his twin sister is the complete opposite, being loud and outgoing

Shoto loves both of your children equally, but D/n is definitely a daddys girl

S/n doesn't ask for much, but when he does, he gets it

But D/n asks for a lot of things and usually takes well to hearing you say "no"

But in the event that she can't have something she really wants, she gets extremely upset

Wanted a doll once when you only came for groceries, Todoroki said no, which added insult to injury

She saw a water fountain and used her quirk to get water from it so she could splash Todoroki

He froze it when it was about 6 inches from his face

When he looked down at D/n, you all knew she was screwed

You gave him the car key and he took D/n to the car while you and S/n continued shopping

Since S/n usually gets what he wants since he doesn't ask for much and is good a majority of the time, he doesn't know how to act when being told no

Usually activates his quirk without noticing, and there's air swarming and spinning all around him

You told him he couldn't have his favorite cake once, and he accidentally broke one of Todorokis favorite soba bowls

He wasnt allowed to have cake for 2 months

Good luck if theyre both mad at the same time

When they were toddlers, they activated their quirks for the first time in sync

It was because they were upset because the couldn't have ice cream before bed

They deadass caused an entire storm inside your house

But once they're older and their quirks are stronger, you'll have to invest in extremely waterproof floors

SHINSO

You have a daughter.

Mixed hair, Shinsos hair color, your eyes

D/n's quirk: Eyes of Illusion; anyone she looks at, she can make them see, or not see anything. If she looks someone in the eyes she can make them see their worst fear.

Another daddys girl

Hitoshi lovesss your daughter

But he only gives her things when she's been good

If she feels like she's been good but gets told no, she gets mad and uses her quirk to make it look like she disappeared

"Daddy, can I have my cookie now?"

"No, sweetie."

"Why?? I was good today."

"Good today?? Then tell us why we got a call from your teacher sayin you made everyone see a UFO again."

"..."

And thats when she disappears

Shinso usually gets her to stop using her quirk by using his own though

"Where'd you go, sweetheart?"

"Not telling-"

"Now come out for me, please."

"What have we said about using your quirk on us? No cookies for a month. Next time, I'll change the wifi password."

Activated her quirk for the first time when she was 6

You were just walking through the house and all the sudden there was a giant piece of fried chicken flying through the air

When you realized only you and D/n could see it, you realized it was her quirk

Often used it during hide n seek and when she was getting late night snacks

Over all, she's the least bratty out of all of the children, but she could be wayyy more petty and make you think something serious happened by using her quirk

Sometimes, if she's mad at one if you specifically, she'll make the other see them in a clown suit

But when you've really upset her, she'll make you see the lay out of the house differently so that you run into things

"D/N SHINSO, I'LL CHANGE THIS WI-FI PASSWORD."

Usually gets what she wants at some point when she actually deserves it, but youre not above taking the whole thing back if she does something bad right after

[s3r-en-d1p-ity]

just friends - t. chalamet x reader

been getting in my Timmy feels lately and haven’t posted in a hot minute since I keep procrastinating so here’s a timmy imagine

pairing: platonic!timothée x platonic!reader

warnings: lil angst, mentions of drugs, just some platonic fluff and some swearing

part 2 , part 3

You and Timothée met years ago, back in 2015. He was 19 and you were 17. You ran into each other at an awards show and clicked. You knew from the moment you started talking that there would be a friendship.

As time passed, you got closer and closer until you were inseparable. Only a few months after you met, you had opened up to him.

“My dad’s been in jail for 10 years,” You shrugged, sliding down the wall next to Timothée, who had his back pressed against the door and his legs spread out wide in front of him.

He looked over at you, with curious eyes. He wanted to ask, but didn’t want to pry. You noticed the look, and smiled sadly. “He killed my mom.”

His breath got caught in his throat, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have much to say, and he didn’t want to pity you. So he just grabbed your hand that was resting on your knee and scooted closer to you.

He didn’t treat you different, or give you pity, and you admired that. You knew there was something different about the boy.

You were a singer, and he was an actor. So obviously, your lives were very different and you both had very different schedules that made it hard to see each other. Especially when you were on tour and he was shooting in a completely different place. There was a whole month where you didn’t get to talk to each other because your time zone differences were constantly switching and when you were up, he was asleep and when you were asleep, he was up. But when you got to talk again, it was like nothing had changed.

The longest you went without seeing each other was 9 months. Those 9 months were hell, but you were proud of Timmy because he had gotten one of his biggest movie roles yet and he was proud of you because you sold out every single show on your tour.

The doorknob to your apartment jiggled, and you sat up warily because the only person who had a key to your apartment was Timmy.

Timmy.

You jumped up, at the same time he opened the door. There he was, in all his glory, your best friend. He closed the door behind him and smiled at you.

“Long time no see, stranger.” He joked. It took you a minute to fully comprehend what was happening, but once you did, you were running across the room and jumping onto him.

He stumbled back a bit, but hugged you back tightly. He squeezed you and lifted you up off the ground, burying his face in your neck. It gave him a sense of home, and made him smile.

“You told me you weren’t coming home for another 3 weeks.” You mumbled, your hands clenching the back of his shirt.

“Ended filming early,” He replied. “Took the first plane back.” His curly hair tickled your cheek and you smiled. You didn’t realize how much you missed Timmy’s hugs and the way he clung to you so tightly.

You think that maybe that’s when you realized you had a little crush on Timothée.

Yeah. Had. As in, after a while you realized how much that would ruin your friendship and pushed your feelings away. Eventually, it worked.

You’re glad it worked, because a few months later, Timothée got a girlfriend. Her name was Reilyn.

He spent all of his time with her. You thought back a few months ago, and thanked God you didn’t still have feelings for him, because if you did, you’d be crushed to death.

At first, you didn’t mind. You were happy Timmy was happy. Then, he started ignoring your calls and ditching your plans to hang out with her. You let it slide for a while, but when he showed up 3 hours late to your birthday party, you brought it up.

He defended Reilyn, of course. And that started one of your biggest and only fights.

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You woke up to your bed sinking. You were a light sleeper, always had been. The slightest noise or touch woke you up.

You groaned, shifted around and opened your eyes to see Timothée sitting at the side of your bed. “Hi,” He whispered. You didn’t respond, just stared up at him.

Then your mind replayed the events of the past 2 days, and you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. “What do you want? I just want to sleep right now.” You grumbled, burying your face back in your pillow.

“You’re naked.” He noted, his eyes running over your bare back, not covered by the sheets.

“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, mad at him. “I had a guy over. I asked him to leave.”

Timothée was silent for a while. For a second, you thought he had left. Then you heard his soft breathing. “You called me a lot yesterday and today. What’s wrong?” 

Anger bubbled in your stomach, and you clenched your fist around the sheets. “It doesn’t concern you anymore. You were with Reilyn.” You spat, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n/n. My phone’s been shut off, it was our year anniversary. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hand finding your back.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t want to think about it, or talk about it. You’d be reliving it all over again, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Timothée pulled the covers over you, pushed you over, and crawled into your bed. He turned you so you were facing him and froze when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Please.” He sighed, gripping your forearm. You gulped, looking away from him.

“Josh called me yesterday.” You started. Josh was your brother. After your mom died, your then 15-year-old brother decided you guys should go live with your aunt, here in California. He began using drugs, more and more as time passed.

“oh.” Timothée breathed out. He met him once. He was worried for the dude, because he looked like he would collapse any second. In all honesty, Timothée didn’t have any words. He felt guilt piling up because he wasn’t there for his best friend.

“I met him at a cafe. For a while, it was small talk. Then he asked me for money. Of course he asked me for money. He told me it was for gas, but him and I both knew I wasn't buying that. I left after and that’s when I called you. And you didn’t pick up. Then, later that night, I got a call from the hospital and they told me he OD’d. That’s the second time I called you. I went to the hospital, waited for 3 hours to get at least some information, and I was on the verge of a panic attack, that’s the 3rd time I called you.

Two hours later, when I went home to shower and get him some clothes, I came back and the doctor told me he discharged himself. I tried to get a hold of him for 3 more hours, looked through all of the sketchiest streets in L.A. for him, then gave up and went back to my apartment only to find it trashed and Josh asleep in my bathtub. I called you. When he woke up, we got in a huge fight and he took cash from my wallet and left. At least a couple hundred bucks. Then I called you again. So I called Jack over, we fucked, and then I asked him to leave. Then I called you for the last time, and went to bed.” You ended, turning away from him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He croaked out, and you knew he was crying. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream at him, and wanted to blame Reilyn, but you weren’t like that. So you didn’t do it, and let him hold you and tell you he was sorry.

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You walked into your dressing room, breathing heavily. Another night, another show. You found Timothée on the floor. His back was resting against the couch, and he was playing with a rubix cube. He looked up when you closed the door behind you.

“Hey superstar.” He laughed. “Amazing show.”

You smiled, walking over to him. He pulled you down, right between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and put your head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your middle. “Seriously, you did great.”

A couple days after the whole fiasco where Timo didn’t answer his phone, he broke up with Reilyn. You felt guilty but he assured you it was for the best and that it wasn't your fault at all. That was almost 5 months ago. You were back on tour and Timmy wasn’t shooting so he was able to come to a lot of your shows.

Your fingers drummed on Timmy’s knee absentmindedly. Times like these made time go so fast, but slow down at the same time. You felt at home, a haze over you that only Timmy could make you feel. In a strictly platonic way, you reminded yourself. “Timmy?” You mumbled, grabbing his knee.

“Yes?” He replied, muffled by your hair.

“I love you. Thank you for being there for me, always.” You sighed, feeling his arms squeeze you and his lips press to the back of your head.

“I love you more, y/n/n.”

sorry. really wanted something to post and low-key wanted to make this a little series where she realizes her feelings are coming back but I wanted to see if people liked this first. also, im a new writer so sorry if this is crappy ahahaha

if u want to see a lil series for this lmk and i’ll try and make it happen without procrastinating :)

[misskittysmagicportal]

End of the Year Fic-Writer

So I am DELIGHTED that @joz-stankovich @elliethesuperfruitlover and @midnightseance  Have basically asked me the same things :)  So I am gonna make my own post for it instead of individual asks!!

What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year? (For @joz-stankovich and @elliethesuperfruitlover) So in this crazy fucked up world I know I am loving writing for Leon, and stepping outside of my comfort zone with Klaus.  Yet my favorite thing is my “All You’ve Got Is Gold” three-parter.  It means the most because it’s my first fanfic in almost ten years. It gave me the courage to come back to Tumblr and fandoms.  It’s not quite as popular because so many still aren’t familiar with Cormac, but I just loved him.  I may actually re-write the third part because I keep thinking of Roland instead of Billy.  

What’s your least favourite thing you wrote this year (For @joz-stankovich? You know this one is kind of hard because I am just critical of everything.  Am I too descriptive?  Why did I make all of this about Cormac?  C’mon, Leon?  God how much sexual deviance can I put into this Klaus drabble.  WHY DID I MAKE THIS DARREN STORY ALSO SO SEXUALLY VIOLENT.

What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?  (for @elliethesuperfruitlover and @midnightseance) Oooooo DAMN YOU BOTH *laughs*  

First is from “All You’ve Got Is Gold Pt 1″ because I think Cormac would just automatically correct anyone who ignored his Doctorate, even if they were trying to have sex with him)

 “Miss Turner, why are you only in a sweater?" Cormac stepped back and lifted his glasses and put them back down. He took them off hurriedly as if he was embarrassed to be wearing them.  Turning once more to face her "Is.. Is that MY sweater? You're only in. Jeanie, Where are your pants?" 

‘Well I planned on seducing you “ 

"Doctor" -

I also love this exchange between Jack and Rin in “Im A Creep” because you know Jack’s never met anyone as “barking” as he’s been told he is.  But Rin knows better and doesn’t care what the doctors think.

Jack took an impossibly deep breath, “Schizo-effective disorder with some dissociation, post traumatic stress disorder, non-suicidal self injury disorder and depression.”

“Fuck me, that's a trail mix of bonkers. Now ask me” 

Jack closed his eyes. They were shut for so long that Rin was certain he had fallen asleep having given in to his meds. His hunched, thin body sort of folded a bit in on itself. A moment of possible self-soothing when he started to sway. 

“Jack?” Rin's tone fell quietly with concern. She poke his arm carefully avoiding touching the skin. “Darling what cocktail did these quacks put you on.” She was an expert after all these years; if the drugs were working, no way would he be this much of a zombie.

Green blank eyes hidden behind enviable eyelashes attempted to focus “Seroquel. Clozapine?” His words start to slur a bit. “Fine. How fucking barmy are you?”

“Well,”  the young woman softened, “I have suicidal ideations with self-injury tendencies myself, severe clinical depression, a bit of the old borderline personality disorder and wait for it..”  she practically whispered a few inches from Jack’s face, “total emotional attachment to partners.”  

The skin around Jack’s eyes crinkled as he squinted just enough to indicate his hazed brain was trying to process everything Rin just unloaded. His lips parted to speak but he paused resulting in a gobsmacked expression.  “You’re barking.”

“Says the sexy scarecrow with journo clippings of dead boys.”  Rin pursed her lips and crossed her arms, “Why are you really in here Jack.”

“I’m fucking mad.” It was matter of fact.

“To quote the Cheshire Cat, we’re all mad here, love.”

And this last part isn’t dialogue as much as it is just a picture I painted in Tupelo Honey: Hooked on a Feeling because I just really want to see Rob sitting somewhere with his arm around a goat like theyre best friends while taking care of it.  Maybe lovingly petting it:

“Well HONEY thought it was a goat. Leon was convinced it was Artemis trying to protect Honey’s virtue. Laughable as it was, he spent the better part of an hour feeding her (the goat) olives and berries and petting it. Just petting it.” 

Which fic this year was most fun to write? (Also for @elliethesuperfruitlover and @midnightseance)  Hands down “The Dog Days are Over” and “The Days Days Are Done”  Because I noticed we write fun Nathan and sexy Nathan and big mouthed Nathan.  Yet none of us really write Lord of Chaos Nathan.  Nathan with his magic that has the potential to make him incredibly powerful.  And he’s Nathan, so he’ll never be responsible with anything, even when he hits his late 20s or early 30s.  

And FINALLY If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be? (For @joz-stankovich)   This might be a cop-out, but I think it’s my descriptions?  Am I too logistical or tactical describing sex and smut when all my homies here just get the fuck down to it!

[bbrandy2002]

Happy Birthday Burnsy!

@burnsoslow​

Burns,

You probably don't remember this, but the first time I ever talked to you was a reply to your comment on my fic, The Breakfast Club, in early July. I'm not sure what possessed you to reach out to me a week later in chats but, you did and its been one wild and crazy ride since then. You've certainly come a long way since we were new and mulling over those earlier stories-or in your case-Heavier Things, Chapter 1 (YOU ARE STILL WRITING THAT...LOL) . And while you have sooooo many friends here, for some reason you chose me to be your Tumbler Bestie. I hope you know you are so much more than that though ... you're my sister, my twinsie, a truly good friend. You've inspired me in ways you'll never know. I have watched you grow in your craft and reach an unprecedented level of talent that is evidenced in the quality of your work and through the amount of enthusiastic readers who can't wait for you to post the next epic chapter. You did it all through a tremendous amount of hard work, lot of tears and because you have a likeness that draws people to you. You're just truly an incredibly, special person who possesses a certain spark that makes this crazy place even better. And I think I tell you enough, but you really are one of the best writers in this fandom. And as you say to me all the time, I'm gonna say to you ... I'm one proud TBFF!! I can't thank you enough for all the late night laughs, bull sessions, real talks, 6 hour chats about nothing, letting me know when I'm being a dumbass or just being there when things get really, really tough. The fic I wrote isn't anything special and definitely could have been better, however I hope in some small way it captures the essence of our crazy friendship. Keep growing and shining and being your amazing self.

Love you my friend and Happy Birthday!!

Brandy

**You asked for Drake, Alyssa, Riley and Liam shenanigans. I don't know if this will be what you were expecting, but its what I came up with after 20 different versions. You'll recognize some of this as inside jokes or dialogue and situations from your own stories (yep, I stole them...lol). This is wacky and crazy and makes no sense. Okay Im shutting up now.

Thank you @sirbeepsalot for gutting the hell out of this on Monday night and @emceesynonymroll for SO MUCH of your help and suggestions. Also to my lovely pre-readers/keep me saners @jessiembruno and @loveellamae

Song Inspiration: You're Still The One by Shania Twain. **Drakes final dialogue will come from these lyrics.

Alyssa pulled her black mini-van through the palace gates, running over a cone and nearly taking out Michael, the security guard, in the process. Her hair was swept up into a very messy bun and her sunglasses were perched atop her head. She was wearing a blue, faded Bears sweatshirt, black leggings with a small hole in the crotch, and a mismatched pair of flip-flops -- both were for the left foot. Unable to find a close parking space, she double-parked her van in two handicapped-accessible spaces. She checked her reflection in the rear view mirror and wiped away the smudges of mascara that had run below her eyes. 

She was hurt and mad as hell, yet waited until, 'DIRRTY’, finished on the radio before shutting the van off and tossing the keys in her oversized mom purse. Alyssa’s dainty fingers fumbled hastily as she tried to release the lock on her seatbelt with no luck. "You son of a bitch! Let me go!"

After pulling and tugging, twisting and karate chopping at it as hard as she could, she finally freed herself.

“HAHA! MOTHERFUCKER! GOTCHA!”

Alyssa snatched her purse and cell phone before she swung the door open, hopped out, and kicked the door shut. Still mumbling obscenities, she walked a few paces before turning back around and hitting the van’s hood with her swinging purse. “Fucking hold me hostage like that again and I’m driving your ass into a ravine!” 

Everyone who knows Alyssa Walker would say she is generally a fun, loving, and sociable little woman. She’s a devoted wife who has been married to the man of her dreams for several years and a wonderful mother to their children. She's very successful professionally, having served as the Royal Education Director for 8 years. A social butterfly of sorts, she’s been known to give Maxwell a run for his money, in regards to being considered the life of any party. On most days, Alyssa is typically outgoing and joyful.

Today is not one of those days.

Her flip flops were barely hanging on as she trudged across the lawn that led to the palace gardens,  thoughts of her morning crossed her mind. 

For every single birthday since marrying Drake, she would wake up to the smell of bacon, scrambled eggs, and french toast wafting through the cabin. She would lay in bed and pretend to sleep until Drake and the kids burst in with a tray full of freshly prepared foods, a hot cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. They would shower her with kisses and hugs, sing Happy Birthday, and then wait anxiously as Alyssa took the first bite to see if their mother approved of the time and effort they put into making her birthday morning special. When she finished, like clockwork, Drake would send the kids outside with the eldest child and give Alyssa a gift that only he could give her; one that required the skilled use of his lips, hands, and the colossus that was his … well … colossus.

Except, there were no bacon, eggs, or french toast. There were no kids jumping on the bed to wish her a happy birthday and fighting over which one hugged her first. Drake did not send the kids away when she finished her breakfast nor had she risen from the bed barely able to walk from the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had. 

None of the things she expected happened. 

When Alyssa woke up this morning no one was home. All she found was a letter by the coffee pot from Drake, telling her the kids went with Maxwell for the day and that he would see her after work. To make things worse, her 20 attempts to call him that morning went straight to voicemail.

Drake had been working late and acting shady for months, telling her he was helping Liam take care of some horses they were preparing for next month's derby. Lately, she was beginning to wonder if there was something more he wasn’t telling her.

Now she was late for her luncheon with Riley.

As Alyssa rounded the corner that entered the gardens, she saw Riley on the patio arranging a tray of fresh fruit and sandwiches on the table. An array of metallic birthday balloons danced and bounced from the chairs with the changing breeze. Alyssa frowned with resentment towards her best friend of over 20 years. Bitch is still in her 30s.

Riley’s focus was averted when she heard the sound of rustling leaves behind her. She turned on her heels and said, “Happy 40th Birthday, Old Lady!” Her cheery voice trailed off when she caught sight of her disheveled friend. 

“Lyss? What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.”

Alyssa strode past Riley and threw her purse on the ground beside a chair before she slumped down into it.

Riley furrowed her brows with a snicker. “Bad day?”

Alyssa reached for a strawberry and dipped the entire berry, stem and all, into a dish of melted chocolate before leaving behind a trail of droplets from the dish to her mouth. As she chewed, she mewled. “Ma life if ofer!”

Riley scrunched up her face and arched back in an attempt to avoid the spittle of food that sprayed from her friend’s full mouth. She sighed heavily, grabbed a napkin, and wiped away the chunks of fruit-and-chocolate-mixed saliva that landed on her arm. “Oookaay, what’s going on? Why is your life over?”

Alyssa threw the stem on her plate and leaned forward into the table, gesticulating dramatically. “He didn’t tell me happy birthday, Ri! There was no breakfast, there was no spoiling, there was no fucking, colossus dick! There was nothing!”

“Who? Drake?”

“No, fucking Santa Clause! Of course Drake.”

Riley bit into her sandwich as Alyssa complained about Drake’s lack of attentiveness over the past few months. It wasn't the first time her friend had mentioned this to her; however, judging by how upset she was and the fact that she was dressed like a $2 hooker, she knew it was really serious now. 

Alyssa continued to point out how Drake was always working and, supposedly, was helping Liam out with the horses too. When he returned home each night, his clothes were sweaty and dirty but never smelled like horse shit. To make things worse, the sex had dwindled. Alyssa could give up a lot of things in life, but Drake's dick was not one of them.

“I know he’s cheating, Ri,” she lamented, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“Nooo.”

“YES! He’s found another woman … someone younger, sluttier, who hasn't popped out a bunch of kids!”

Riley scoffed. “Lyss, everyone knows Drake worships the ground you walk on. I’m sure there is a good reason why he hasn’t paid as much attention to you lately.”

“But he KNOWS I’m needy and clingy and desperate for love!” she wailed.

Riley lifted the napkin from her lap and tossed it on the table. Her friend was a hot mess -- a more than usual hot mess -- and she wanted to help. She stood and walked around the table to her grieved friend and grabbed her tiny hand. “Come on.”

Alyssa’s weepy eyes stared up at her in confusion before she let out a small sniffle. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to the stables. You said he is there today, so let's go talk to him.”

Alyssa sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. “I’m not going, Ri. He needs to come to me!”

Riley began pulling on her friend's arm, but Alyssa was not being very cooperative with her efforts. “Get your ass out of the chair, Lyss, and go get your man.”

Alyssa pulled back harder. “Get off me, you skank ass ho!”

Riley continued to tug at her, surprised there was so much strength in such a little body. “Bitch, I will drag your ass and this chair all the way to the stables!” 

“I’d like to see you try, dumbass!”

With a hard jerk from Riley, Alyssa’s chair tipped over and she landed on the ground. Her resolve never once faded. While Riley continued to tug at her arm, Alyssa reached over and grabbed her broken flip flop and began smacking vigorously back at her. 

Riley immediately let go of her and stumbled backwards. “You have gone insane!” she groaned. “I tried to help you and, if this is how you’re gonna act, leave me out of it!” She turned to walk away and glanced back quickly. “You know the way out.”

“Ri … wait.” Alyssa called out softly to her.

Riley stopped and quirked her brow with a huff. “What?”

“Can palace security take us down? You know my ass ain’t walking that far.”

Riley called for a guard to take the 30-second drive to the stables. Both girls hopped off the cart and entered the empty barn. Riley called out for members of the stable staff while Alyssa’s eyes roamed the perimeter for her husband.

“Your Majesty? Did you need something?”

Riley turned to face the man in charge as he walked around the corner wiping his hands off with an old cloth. Before she could acknowledge him, Alyssa popped in front of her, nearly knocking her over.

“Eric!! Where’s Drake?”

The Queen smiled at the stable manager. “Eric, we’re looking for Drake.”

He looked between the two women, confusion etched across his face. “Is he supposed to be here, ma’am?”

Riley looked at Alyssa, who looked like she was ready to snap at his question, then back to Eric. “Um … yes. He told Mrs. Walker here that he would be helping in the stables today.”

“Hell … I’d say its been a good --” Eric paused to calculate before turning his attention back to the women. “--three  … maybe four weeks since I last saw Walker here. Came down with King Liam to take the newest horse, Driam, out for a ride … it made me real hard ma’am”

“Hold the fuck up!” Alyssa yelled with one hand on her hip and the other covering her forehead. “He told me he has been helping out here for the last several months. Is that not true?”

Eric, realizing what is going on, backed up defensively. He could sense this was not something he wanted to be a part of. “Nope. I'm not getting in the middle of your marital woes, Ms. Alyssa.” I just want in the middle of your husbands.

Alyssa approached him and aggressively poked at his chest. “Oh, you are in so far in the middle of my woes now, Ricky boy! So drop the bros before hoes bullshit and spill what you know.”

Riley grabbed both of Alyssa's shoulders from behind and pulled her aside. “It’s not his fault, Lyss. Plus … I think Eric’s the ho in this case”

Alyssa shrugged her away and began to pace back and forth frantically. “I’m seeing sounds, Ri. I am seeing fucking sounds all over this bitch!”

“Oh God, Lyss! No!  Don’t look at the sounds ... Don’t look at the sounds” She turned her frantic friend around to face her, squeezing her arms soothingly. “Look at me.”

Alyssa’s lips quivered as she stared back at her best friend. “I’ve lost him, Ri. I’ve lost him.”

“No, you haven’t.”

Alyssa sniffled through her tears and wiped her nose on her shirt sleeve. “Can me and the kids live with you now that I’m a single mother with a cheating ass husband?”

Riley pulled her into a hug, rubbing comfortingly along her back. “Of course you can, but maybe we should talk to Liam first.”

Lyss wiped her tear-stained face on Riley's shoulder and pulled back. “Liam loves me. He won’t care if I stay with you.”

Riley smiled with a nod. “Yes, he does love you, but Drake loves you too and you know that. There has to be a good explanation for everything.”

“Then why did he lie? He’s never lied to me, Ri.”

Riley gave her friend a sympathetic frown and shrugged. “I don’t know, girl, but let’s find out”

Palace security was once again summoned to haul the girls back to the palace.

Liam was in his office taking part in a video conference with Queen Elizabeth when his door burst open.

“WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!”

His eyes went wide as he cut them to the flash of Alyssa barging in and stopping behind him at his desk; Riley was just a step behind her. Liam’s face flushed as he looked back at the camera and apologized for the interruption.

“Alyssa, dear,” he whispered. “Now is not a good time.” He motioned to the video feed on his laptop.

Alyssa turned to the laptop with the 106-year-old Queen’s face still illuminating from it. “Turn the hearing aid down, Lizzie! Unless you know where Drake is, this conversation doesn’t concern you!”

“ALYSSA!!” Liam stood, towering over her petite frame. “Are you coming for your King?” (had to put that in there lol).

“Liam, she's had a rough day and, remember, we love Alyssa,” Riley interjected with an innocent smile.

“We do, but she can’t just barge in here while I’m working!”

Alyssa grabbed his tie and yanked him down closer to her face. “Please, just tell me you know where Drake is. He said he was working for you and he’s not. He didn’t tell me happy birthday, he didn’t make my breakfast, and he didn’t fuck my brains out this morning!”

“Oh My!”

Alyssa turned back to the laptop. “I thought I told you to turn your hearing aid down, you old coot!”

Liam’s hands covered his face in embarrassment as he fell back into his chair. 

Alyssa crouched down in front of Liam and pulled his hands from his face. “Real talk, Li. Did you or did you not ask Drake to work for you?”

He stared at her for a moment with a deer-in-the-headlights look. He knew exactly where his best friend was and what he was doing -- he had known for months -- but he couldn’t tell her that. 

Nervous, Liam knew there was one way to solve this problem. He reached over to his intercom and pressed the call button. “Bastien.”

A split second later, the door to Liam’s office opened and the head guard entered. “Your Majesty?” he said as he bowed.

“Yes, could you see Alyssa and my wife out, please.”

Exasperated with Liam's request, Alyssa stood back up and eyed Bastien with a steely glare. “I’m not afraid of this bitch! He’s the one who raised the man whore my husband became with all his hookers and shit. My children are fatherless now because of you!”

Refusing to leave, Alyssa plopped down on Liam’s lap and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly with both hands. Her bony ass caused him to yelp as it dug into the muscles of his thigh. She reached for Liam’s scotch  and took a sip before leaning down so that her face could be picked up by the camera.

“Alright, Liz, help a fellow girl out here! You have a lot of experience with a cheating ass spouse and son … should I rip his big, beautiful nuts off? Orrrr … just take it up the ass like you did?"

The Queen of England clutched her chest with an exasperated expression. "Little lady … your behavior is simply prudish and insulting. I highly suggest you learn proper etiquette when addressing me … and, as for your husband, I can see why the poor man's eyes have roamed with such an immoral and, need I dare say, crazed woman such as yourself for a wife."

"Conversation over, bitch!" Alyssa threw the rest of Liam’s drink at the screen, hoping it drenched the queen and slammed the laptop shut.

"God Dammit!" Liam yelled out while he wrapped his arms around her from behind before standing up and handing her off to his guard.

With Bastien holding Alyssa in his arms, her little legs dangling and kicking at his shins, Riley took action.

The Queen grabbed her friend's feet, which were now bare from her crumbled flip flops, and tried with all her might to pull her back.

"You’re gonna break her hip, Bastien! She's an old, feeble woman now! She could have osteoporosis or the menopause!”

Giving their best efforts to escape, including Alyssa's teeth being firmly sunk into Bastien’s upper arm, neither were able to overpower his strength. 

While carrying Alyssa and dragging Riley -- who was still holding onto her friends legs -- Bastien was able to get the two of them out of Liam's office and into the main corridor.

Alyssa followed Riley back to her quarters, where she was given a pair of flip-flops and new leggings from Riley’s 12-year-old daughter’s closet. The hole in the crotch of her leggings had completely blown out during the struggle with Bastien. There were still no answers or replies from Drake, and Alyssa was beginning to feel utterly hopeless. 

Alyssa started to raid the royal couple’s liquor cabinet, happy to swipe a bottle of Balkan vodka, when Riley had an idea. She snapped her fingers with a sly grin. “I know someone who can help us find Drake.”

“Who?” 

The ladies left the quarters and walked downstairs to the ballroom. Once inside, Alyssa took a hard swig of vodka and eyed the utility closet Riley stopped in front of with a questioning look. 

The Queen gave four quick knocks followed by two slow ones and the door unlocked. Mara had been working out of this closet for years, having been fired after a fall out with Alyssa during a costume ball that nearly got her killed. The former guard walked in there during that ball and just never came back out. Riley and Bastien were the only two people who knew about this and told no one -- Bastien purely for comical reasons and Riley for a certain skill the woman possessed.

Alyssa was surprised to find the woman hiding out there after all these years. "I thought you fired her ass! I nearly got a traumatic brain injury and hearing loss from her incompetence!" 

"Shhh!" Riley pulled her friend inside, peeking around the ballroom to ensure no one was looking, and shut the door quickly. 

Riley explained how Liam revoked her cell phone pinging privileges with the guards before the costume ball all those years ago. Apparently, he wasn't too keen on her stalking the entire cast of Friends. He did what he had to do when a restraining order from Matthew Perry came across his desk. Mara, however, was still able to ping into anyone’s phone, thus, the Queen allowed her to stay.

“That's amazing,” Alyssa remarked. She pursed her lips as she scanned the tight space of the closet. “Can she find … maybe … Dwayne Johnson?”

Riley nodded. “Bitch can find anyone.” She looked to Mara, who was sitting at her desk, and winked with approval.

“Okay,” Alyssa clapped and leaned over Mara’s shoulder. “Let’s find him … I wanna know where Drake is!”

Within several seconds, an unfamiliar address popped up on the screen. It was close to the Walker cabin but still not somewhere Alyssa knew of.

She reached for a pen and a pad of paper from Mara’s desk and started to write down the location. “I can’t believe he lied to me this whole time! I must be really stupid for him to think he could actually get away with this.” Alyssa tossed the pen back on the desk and ripped the sheet of paper off the pad. “They’re gonna write a country song about me, Ri,” she cried. “Poppa’s in the graveyard and Momma’s in the pen! I just need a shotgun and for my damn dog to run away and I’ve got a hit!”

The two snuck out of the utility closet and ran to Alyssa’s van. Alyssa pulled the ticket for double parking in handicapped spaces from her wiper blade and threw it in her glove box with the rest of her parking tickets.  Riley shoveled away the piles of empty, diet coke cans and cheese whisps bags from the passenger seat  into the parking lot when she opened her door. 

Alyssa squealed her tires as she burned rubber down the palace drive, taking out the same cone again, nearly running down Michael again, and driving straight through the lowered arm of the security gate.

“WOOOO!” Riley yelled as they sped through the streets of Cordonia into the countryside. “This is just like old times in college, huh, Lyss?”

“I suppose. We’re just not high as fuck.” Alyssa raised her eyebrows and grinned slyly with an all too familiar gleam in her eyes that Riley recognized immediately. “Say … grab my purse, Ri.”

“Oh God! I know that look. We're gonna get smashed aren't we?"  Riley extended her arm behind the driver's seat. Alyssa reached into the side pocket of her purse and pulled out the rolled up, clear baggie and tossed it to her friend.

Unrolling the bag, Riley began to bounce in her seat with anticipation of smoking weed for the first time in 15 years. The excitement quickly faded.

“Um, Lyss?”

“Hmm?”

“I know I haven’t smoked pot in a while, but this looks like a bag of carrot sticks.”

“Give me that, dumbass!” Alyssa glanced over and snatched the bag. She held the bag over the steering wheel and examined it for herself. “Well fuck!! Looks like one of my kids had a really interesting snack yesterday at school. Oh well”

After a twenty-minute drive from the palace into a forested section of Cordonia, Alyssa and Riley stopped in front of a long gravel road. Riley double-checked the address on the van’s GPS with what was written on the paper.

“It says this is it. Look’s kind of desolate,” Riley mused, not sure where the isolated road would lead.

Alyssa turned the steering wheel of her van, probably a little too tipsy to drive considering she had consumed a quarter of a bottle of vodka (that the author of this story forgot about). They made it there, nonetheless, and no one was hurt. Never drink and drive!!

Lush, plentiful trees and a wooden fence lined the gravel road that seemed to lead to nowhere until they came upon a clear view of Lake Cordonia. Drake’s truck was sitting in front of a large wooden cabin with a huge, flat yard and one of the most stunning views of the lake either woman had seen anywhere. Alyssa tried to keep it together ... until she didn’t. When she saw Drake standing on the front porch, casually drinking a beer, shirtless and wiping his forehead with his denim shirt, she skidded the van into park next to his truck. 

Drake’s eyes widened when he saw his wife get out of the van wielding an ice scraper in one hand and a tire iron in the other, a look of pure hell in her eyes. 

He took a small step back. He hadn’t seen her like this since a drunken Olivia grabbed his ass at a Beaumont Bash two years ago. Drake waved his hands in front of her defensively. “Baby girl … wh … what’s going on right now?”

“Don’t you baby girl me!” Alyssa threw the ice scraper and Drake ducked just in time as it flew over his head.

Drake had no idea what the hell she was so pissed off about, but she was approaching him quickly and twirling the tire iron in her hands. He jumped over the railing of the porch and took off running around the side of the house. As he rounded the rear corner of the home, he ran directly into Riley, who was waiting to block him. The plan was a good one -- it really was -- but her thin frame was no match against the much larger Drake. With a hard thud, Riley fell backward, which caused his body to trip over her and land face down on the ground.

Drake rolled over on his back and shook his head in an attempt to get the daze out of his frazzled brain. There she was, standing over him, holding the tire iron like a bat, ready to pounce him without a second thought.

“Baby! Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“You … you’re a cheater and a liar!”

Drake went to sit up but laid back down when Alyssa flinched the hardened steel at him. “The fuck you talking about, Lyssa?”

With months of building suspicions and hurt, Alyssa took a long, deep breath and let it all out with a wail.

“I’m talking about the late nights, the shady-as-shit lies you have spewed to me over and over again. I’m talking about you missing out on dinners, coming home and falling on the bed without a word to anyone. I’m talking about only having sex with me every other day and forgetting my birthday. Now, me and the kids have to live with Liam, who hates me now because I told Queen Elizabeth she got fucked in the ass! It’s because I’m old now, isn’t it? You wanna be a Bastien and have bunga bunga sex parties with skank ass whores who have big boobies and wear their panties around their ankles! And … I just can’t compete, Drake … I just can’t.”

Drake held his hand up to block any sudden swings in his direction. “Can I get up?”

Alyssa nodded her head before she turned away from him and dropped the tire iron to the ground. “Just tell why, dammit?” she whimpered. “Was I not enough?!”

“Not enough? NOT ENOUGH?!!” He quickly rose to his feet, twisted her around and brought her flush against his hard body. With tears in his eyes, he kissed the top of her head, his thick hands sunken into her lush, brown hair.  He was barely able to mutter a single word. He was visibly shaken and broken by her accusations and that she held those feelings about herself for so long.

With both hands now on the sides of her face, he tilted her head so that she was looking directly at him. “Alyssa!” he sobbed softly. “Don’t you dare ever say you aren’t enough for me … ever! You’re literally my whole world. In every single life, in any alternate universe … I choose you every single time. And you wanna know what I’ve been doing? Look!” He turned her around to face the house.

“This is what I’ve been doing all those months! I built it, with my bare hands, just for you, for your birthday. I wanted you to have a bigger home so you could get out of that small cabin and have the view and the yard you always dreamt of. I wasn’t cheating and I didn't forget your birthday.  I just wanted you to have everything you deserve”

Alyssa gave Drake a quizzical look. “But … you’re terrible at woodworking.”

Drake chuckled. “Maybe I love you enough I learned.”

Alyssa sunk to her knees, not to give a blow job, but realization and understanding of the last few months had set in. She stared up at the beautiful, two-story log cabin that had every bit of her husband’s heart and soul for her in it and wept. “Drake.” Her voice was raspy and full of guilt. “I’m so, so sorry.’

He crouched down behind her and wrapped his loving arms around Alyssa before placing a gentle nip at her ear. “You've nothing to be sorry for. I guess I gave you plenty of reasons to think that, but I was crunched for time and wanted to surprise you. Just hope you like it.”

“It’s magnificent … and it’s our home?”

“It's our home. Happy Birthday, Baby girl.”

Drake and Alyssa checked on Riley, who was still knocked out cold. After assisting her and giving her a moment to collect herself, Alyssa thanked her friend for all of her help and gave her the keys to the van to return home in.

Drake showed his wife around their new cabin, pointing out the lowered cabinets in the kitchen that would be easier for her to reach. He had built her a library where she could work from and read without the noise and chaos of a house full of children running around. She was thrilled over the balcony that sat just off their bedroom, overlooking the lake and featuring private jacuzzi tub where they could relax together and, of course, have sex in.

Drake took her outside and walked down to the lake, where he had  put a gazebo in overlooking the water and ushered her to the center of it. 

“Drake! This is amazing. How did you know I wanted this?”

He drew her closer to him and kissed the tip of her nose. “I know everything about you, Lyssa … there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

She smiled up at him lovingly. “And I love you so much for it.”

He reached for one of her tiny hands, brought it to his chest, and wrapped his other arm around her back. With very little room between them, he kissed her lips tenderly. “Dance with me, Alyssa.”

Alyssa gave him a knowing look with a grin. “Drake Walker doesn’t like to dance.”

He began to sway with her to music that wasn’t there, but he felt it in his heart. “Drake Walker will always dance with his girl.” Kissing her once more, they began to slowly dance together and Alyssa had never felt more alive or loved in her life. He has that effect on her--always had and always will.

He spun her in a twirl and pulled her tiny body back into his own. “Ya know, Lyssa … when I first saw you, I saw love.”

Drake reached down and lifted the bottom of her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on a nearby bench. He caressed her cheek and trailed a gentle line down her neck and across her shoulder. “And the first time you touched me, Baby Girl ...I felt love.”

His lips found that sweet spot just behind her ear before he whispered to her. “And after all this time ...”

Drake’s thumb grazed across her bottom lip before he stared into the blue eyes of his yesterday, today, and forever. “You’re still the one I love.”

What happens next? .......

[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 5

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.  

Warnings! pregnancy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 1.7k

David’s house:

You walk into the house and everyone is already making bets on what are the genders. Zane,  Heath and Todd bet both boys, Matt & Corinna bet a boy and a girl, Mariah/Carly/Erin bet both girls. Y/n: “Hey Natalie, can I talk to you in the car outside?” Natalie: “Sure. How are you feeling? I feel like we haven’t talked in months.” Y/n: “I’m doing great but I have to talk to you about something important.” Natalie: “Like what?” Y/n: “All the girls know who the father of my twins are and I don’t want you to freak out…” Natalie: “Why would I freak out?” Y/n: “Because Jeff is the father...” Natalie: “Wait, Jeff cheated on me?” Y/n: “NO NO NO. We kind of had this friends with benefits for months before you dated. He ended it with me before he asked you out. He was the only person I’ve been with during those months so I know it’s his.” Natalie: “Does he know?” Y/n: “No…” Natalie: “Why doesn’t he know?” Y/n: “Because he didn’t treat right. He was a player and I was under his charm. I was basically wrapped around his finger until I had enough.” Natalie: “I mean… I’m not surprised… Jeff looks like a player.” Y/n: “I just hope I don’t ruin your relationship. I told him during our last fight that I hope he treats you better than he treated me. If he wants to be in their life, that’s fine but if he doesn’t, I’ll ask him to sign his rights away once they’re born.” Natalie: “Thanks for telling me… Are you going to tell him?” Y/n: “Yeah but I wanted to tell you first incase he blows things out of proportion.” Natalie: “Understandable. I’ll go get Jeff.” She gets out of the car and goes into the house to tell him to go talk to you in the car. You see him walk out and you panic a bit. 

Jeff: “ummmm hey?” Y/n: “Hi.” Jeff: “Nat said you needed to tell me something.” Y/n: “Okay but you can’t blame me for not telling you sooner. You have been such an asshole to me.” Jeff: “Telling me what sooner?” Y/n: “These babies are yours…” Jeff looked like he saw a ghost. He went pale like he was gonna pass out. Jeff: “Excuse me??!? How the fuck you know those babies are mine?” Y/n: “Pretty simple. You were the only guy I slept with since New Years until you dumped me for Natalie.” Jeff: “I don’t believe you. I want a paternity test once they’re born. Until then, I don’t want anything to do with you.” Y/n: “what the fuck do you honestly believe I just slept around? Wanna know something dick head?? You were the only person I wanted to sleep with because I was fucking in love with you but you treated me like shit and I let you do it for too fucking long. I was blind with something that was never going to happen. But I finally realized what I deserved.” Jeff: “Oh boo hoo I don’t want to hear you sob story and you better keep your fucking mouth shut about this.” Y/n: “Oh honey, you are way too late for that. The girls and David know and I just can’t wait to tell the rest of the guys.” Y/n runs out of the car so fast and locks Jeff in her car. Jeff: “WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY BITCH.” You quickly run inside and lock David’s front door but Jeff get’s in through the back door. Y/n: “hey to the guys who don’t know who my deadbeat baby daddy is, it’s Jeff. Jeff runs in right as you finished that sentence. He basically doesn’t want anything to do with me or the kids he helped conceive until he knows for sure.” Jeff: “YOU SHIT THIS IS WHY I DIDNT WANT TO FUCKING BE WITH YOU. YOU ALWAYS FUCKING THINK YOU’RE THE RIGHT. YOU DON’T EBER FUCKING LISTEN WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU SHIT. YOU ARE EXACTLY LIKE CIERRA TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. WELL GUESS WHAT SWEETHEART, YOU’RE A NOBODY.. Y/n: “honey the difference between me and Cierra is that she cheated on you and dumped your ass cause she realized how much of a low life you are. You are such a piece of shit. I wish these babies weren’t yours cause I hope they don’t fucking turn out like drug dealers and go to prison. I don’t need you. Sign your rights away once they’re born because I’m fucking done with you saying lies about me.” Y/n turns around to Natalie. Y/n: “Natalie. Good fucking luck.” Jeff was livid. He hated when someone brought up his past mistakes so when you mentioned that you hope the twins don’t turn out like him, it stung. Jeff: “I’ll gladly sign my rights away cause It’d be hell dealing with you and those things for the next 18 years.” Y/n: “don’t fucking call my children that.”

The whole vlog squad were stunned with how Jeff was treating you. Natalie: “Jeff…. WE’RE DONE.” Jeff: “babe plea-“ Natalie: “Save the apologies. It’s too late. You think I’d pick you over her. Girl code bitch.” Todd: “dude, just leave.” Everybody is just so disappointed in Jeff. They thought he was a nice guy but he never showed that side of him. Natalie: “y/n I’m so sorry. If I knew I would’ve never gone out with him.” Y/n: “it’s fine. He seems like Prince Charming at first and then becomes a snake.” Heath: “baby, just know all of us are here for you. It takes a village to raise a baby.” Zane: “she’s gonna need 2 villages.”

1 day later (the night before the gender reveal)

(Y/n is spending the night at Kylie’s house since the reveal party is gonna be at her place)

Y/n: “I told Jeff he’s the father.” Stass: “NO FUCKING WAY.” Kylie: “HOW DID HE REACT.” Y/n: “It was bad… I explained everything and he completely flipped out. So I said if he doesn’t want anythng to do with me or these babies, sign his rights away so I can have full custody.” Stass: “Did you tell Natalie?” Y/n: “Actually, I did. Natalie and I have known each other for longer than we’ve both known Jeff. I knew she wouldn’t get mad at me. And I made sure to tell her that I wasn’t trying to get in between her and Jeff. That ship sailed months ago but she saw all the horrible stuff he was saying and dumped him.” Kylie: “Damn I would’ve loved to be there for that. I Would’ve ripped him a new one.” Stass: “We should get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow! What do you think it’s gonna be? I hear there’s a bet going around.” Y/n: “It’s a tie between twin boys vs twin girls.” Kylie: “Let’s just wait and see what the colors are tomorrow.”

Gender reveal party

Y/n is officially 4 months pregnant and it’s reveal day!

Kylie: “Wake up sleepy head. I know you’re tired with carrying 2 babies but we gotta get you glammed up. Y/n: “Ughhhhh why can’t I just be lazy and stay in bed.” Stass: “Cause you’re finding out what you’re having.” Y/n: “You can just tell me right now :)” Kylie: “ABSOLUTELY not. Kylie’s team then comes in and spends 2 hours doing your hair, make-up and picking out your outfit. You had to choose between a pink and blue maternity dress. You picked the pink dress and have your nails painted matte baby blue (Pictured below how you look)

Once you’re ready, you head downstairs and a bunch of your friends are there. You were glad to see your family, including your dad. He still wasn’t talking to you but he was there. Everybody was having a good time eating, playing the classic shower games like guessing what chocolate is in the “poopy” diaper and other stuff like that. Kylie: “Okay guys! Gather around so we can find out the genders of the twins. Final voting. How many people think they’re boys?” About half think boys, and the other half is equal between boy & girl twin and just girl twins. Kylie: “So y/n is going to be revealing baby A and you guys are going to be revealing baby B.” Kylie gives you the powder cannon. Kylie: “Are you ready?” Y/n: “AHHHH I NO IM NOT BUT I AM.” Everybody: “3! 2! 1!”

Y/n: “IT’S A GIRL!!!! AHHHHH.” Everybody is screaming. Stass: “To the people who bet, y’all better be praying that you’re right.” Kylie and Stass hand powder cannon to everybody at the party and the countdown begins again. 3.. 2… 1!!!

IT’S ANOTHER GIRL!!!!!! At this point, you’re just sobbing. You’re having 2 girls. The only thing you care about in the moment are your baby girls. Zane: “Man we lost the bet. I thought it was gonna be boys.” Mariah, Carly & Erin: “Ayyyye we won!!! Now give us our money.”

A couple of hours later

David: “So I guess you’re not naming one David Jr.” Y/n: “You thought I would?” David: “HEY! You promised for 250k...” Y/n: “I was never going to accept that. A joke is a joke.” David: “How you feeling knowing you’re having 2 girls?” Y/n: “I think it’s pretty ironic. Jeff treats women like shit and look what happened. I’m having girls. But I don’t mind. Baby girl clothes are way cuter than boy clothes.” David: “I just wanted to let you know that I’m in it for the long run.” Y/n: “Huh?” David: “Y/n, I have had a crush on you since before I met Liza. I was crushed when she dumped me and you were always there. You were the only one who was always there for me through thick and thin. I know this is bad timing telling you this but it’s because I was too much of a scared little bitch to tell you. I will be there every single step of the way. I’ll go to your appointments with you if you want me to and be there helping you through labor if you want me to.” Y/n: “I’d love it if you were there for me all the way.”

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Yoooo I AM SO SORRY I SAID I WAS GONNA POST EARLY. I had the chapter mostly done but it felt very boring so I basically rewrote most of the chapter. I might take longer than usual for the next chapter cause I have no Idea what to write next... Also, sorry if this chapter sucked.

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[peachy-inserts]

Could you write for Aizawa's s/o opening up to him about her past? She's an underground hero like him but she used to be a criminal and she's finally opening up about how her early life lead her down a dark path but she wants to be better? She just needs some help getting there. I love the way your write the characters!!❤️❤️

That means so much anon, thank you! Your words are very reassuring

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You and Aizawa had been together now for only a short number of months, but could tell already that it was becoming a very serious relationship. You could see the difference in his eyes whenever he said your name, and the way you two discussed the future was almost if it everything had already been decided. Yes, things were going quite well for you as a couple.

But something had been bothering you lately. Shouta was quick to catch on, not wanting to press you on it, but hating to see you troubled by something. Maybe they’ll tell me, if it’s important enough, he thought. He resisted the urge to confront you and tell him what was wrong, because it was plain as day that you weren’t happy the past few days, and instead watched in silence as you went on through the day as if everything were fine.

You both went out on your separate nightly patrols, kissing each other goodbye and making your ways off to your designated posts. After his shift, he stopped by his agency, shared by several other heroes, to go over some reports. 

“Motherfucker” he groaned, not bothering to apologize to the offended looking receptionist. With a heavy sigh, Aizawa shuffled the immense stack of papers that had been delivered to his desk and flipped through them. Getting to work, he settled in, accepting that he would be here working for the majority of the night.

Meanwhile, you had only just made it to the end of your patrol, feeling satisfied in your work, even though there was nothing to do other than watch the public on this particular night. Doing hero work was the most fulfilling thing in your life; you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You loved everything about it! Although you were an underground hero, you were finally doing something good for once, something worth living for, something that you could take genuine pride in. And the best part about it? You got to live authentically - being a hero meant that you got to be yourself, because nothing was more important to your career than the identity that you created for yourself, and it was all up to you. It was the realest thing in your life, and what made you wake up ready to take on the world every morning, despite having received some troubling news recently.

Your work as a villain had been exposed, and evidence was being held against you by a suspicious e-mailer. They went as far as to send you death threats, but what could you even do about it? If you dared to ask for help or advice, then you would just be exposing yourself, and everything that you had worked so hard for all these years would be taken from you in a matter of seconds. If Shouta saw, you were sure that your relationship would be in jeopardy, because how was he supposed to ever seem you in the same way? You thought about all this on the way back to his place, having agreed earlier that you would go there after work, since you were working the night shift and it was closer than your own home. 

You fell asleep almost immediately after crossing the threshold into Aizawa’s apartment, your head hitting the pillow like a rock. At around three in the morning, you were suddenly woken up by the front door abruptly slamming shut; he was rough with everything that he did, it was his personality.

“Shouta?” you said, slipping out of his bed to make your way into the entrance, seeing him turned away from you, locking the door, and holding a small stack of papers. “I was waiting for you, did anything happen?” 

He turned around, eyes dreary and heavy with stress and exhaustion. He needed to shave exceptionally bad today, too. “No” he replied. “It was uneventful, but I went to go do some office work, and-” he cut himself off, struggling with the weight of what he needed to talk to you about.

“Is something the matter?” you frowned, shuffling your feet beneath you and slipping his heavy coat off from his shoulders, storing it in the hall closet adjacent from the kitchen entrance, which was off to your left. 

He left no answer, just darting his vision away from you and moving towards the dining room table. He laid the papers out, one over the other like a set of cards in a poker game, and sat examining them.

“Were you ever going to tell me? Is… is this some kind of elaborate joke?” he was clearly hurt, pain was written all over his face. It was the most emotional that you had ever seen the man. 

“T-tell you what?” he sputtered out, knowing damn well that the same sick person who had blackmailed you had given in and spread the evidence.

“Is this… you?” he looked down, head in his hands, and slid a photograph across the chestnut table to you. There it was; the very same picture you had seen in your inbox a few days ago. “Shouta, I-” tears immediately began to well up in your eyes. If you said anything else, they would undoubtedly begin to cascade like waves.

“I wanted to tell you so bad, I-” you sniffled, not bothering to hide the fact that you were practically sobbing. “Yes… that’s me”

Remorse. The only thing you could tell he was feeling.

“But… why?”

You hid your face away from him, feeling judged and unwelcome in his home. “I just- I never wanted to be. That’s just how it happened. I didn’t- didn’t have a good upbringing, okay? That’s why I don’t want you to meet my family. They raised me so that I felt my only escape from them was to become a delinquent, to start breaking the law. I felt like I was trapped…” you trailed off, your thoughts finally pouring out like heavy rain after building up thunderstorms in your mind.

Aizawa, oddly, wasn’t mad at you. He felt sorry, which even shocked him; typically, if you were anyone else, he would have left them on the spot and have them atone for the crimes they never paid you. But you? You were one of the most selfless, caring people he knew, and he trusted you more than anyone. Besides, you admitted right off the bat that you were the one in the photograph; so then why would you possibly be making up the rest of your story?

“Im sorry…” he wasn’t sure what to say or do, other than to close the distance between the two of you and run his hand down your back, hoping to comfort you and reassure you that he still loved you. “Tell me more. I want to know everything about you, everything that has shaped you into who you are today, and most importantly the woes you have to live with. They’re mine, now, too, so don’t bother trying to let yourself suffer alone, because it hurts me too.

You sniffled, looking up at him with red, puffy, and agitated eyes, though bright and innocent, and felt your lip quiver as you suppressed another sob.

“Well… I lived that way for a couple of years, and I hated it. I fucking hated it Shouta, I was truly miserable… I just couldn’t do it anymore. So I finally broke off from the group I was in and tried to do something good with my life, and the only way I felt like I could truly redeem myself was to become a hero, because that’s the best way there is of helping people… I just want to be a good person-” this time, you didn’t try to stop it and let out a terrible cry that shook you down to your core. It hurt.

“Just please, I’m sorry but I need this, please don’t le-” before you could plea to him not to leave you over this, he cut you off.

“Darling, I love you, I love you for who you are. You past, your present, and the future I want to have with you. Just what you’ve shown me over these past few months with your kindness and dedication have convinced me that you’re possibly the greatest person I will ever have the honor of meeting, and if that’s what made your present, then I’m glad you’re letting me know, and I’m glad to know you are in fact even stronger than I thought before”.

Aizawa pulled you close to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you continued to weep your tried and tired little heart out, telling him under your breath repeatedly that you loved him. 

If he wasn’t sure before that you were the one, he was now. Somehow, in some strange way, all this only made him respect you even more.

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ok so i tried to make this more ‘action-y’ than my writing usually is, with more actually happening in the story and less filler information. i really hope that you guys like it !

-mod josie

[peaceisadirtyword]

Crush II (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I’m so nervous. It’s 3 am and I just finished this. The thing is; I'm so scared you won’t like it or it will disappoint you that I even thought about not posting it😂 I live for the drama. But seriously, I hope you didn’t have high expectations for this because I was so worried that I think I fucked everything up. Anyway, I decided to make this a series, so let’s hope I can write something better for part 3. I hope you like it, don’t be too harsh on me please, I’m really stressed😅 and thanks for reading♥️

Warnings: a bit of smut, Ivar is a bit angry, he’s cute anyway, Ubbe and Hvitty being adorable big brothers, drama, an attempt of angst and fluff and the fact that im not good at this.

Words: 3620

Read part one here

"So, Y/N, dear, Ivar told me you like books" Aslaug smiled to you nicely, happy to have a woman in the house.

"Yeah, I enjoy reading" you nodded, smiling politely and trying not to smile at Ivar, knowing he had told his mother about you "Although I don't have as many books as him and I'm not that smart" you shrugged. 

Ivar rolled his eyes and Aslaug smiled again, proud of her son. 

"I'm sure you are, Ivar wouldn't help you if he didn't think you're smart"

"Well, let's just say Old Norse isn't her fort"

You glared at him playfully and he smiled. Aslaug looked at her son with wide eyes. She hadn't heard him joking with someone who wasn't Ubbe, Hvitserk, Floki or herself in years.

"If I fail the exam next week I'm blaming you" you shrugged.

"So, is Ivar as annoying in class as he's at home?" asked Ubbe, not wanting to waste the opportunity of pick on his little brother.

Ivar frowned, glaring at Ubbe and then glaring at you when you chuckled. 

"He's actually pretty quiet, I'm the one who doesn't stop talking"

"Yeah, she's annoying" Ivar rolled his eyes, Aslaug gasped and hit him on his arm.

"Ivar! Don't say that!"

"What? She's always talking, sometimes I have to tell her to shut up"

You bit you lip, smiling. It was really nice to see this different side of Ivar, more playful and relaxed. You enjoyed his relationship with his mother, too, how he looked at her like she was the most wonderful person in the world, and how she smiled at him, proud and loving. 

Aslaug and Ubbe spent the rest of the dinner asking you about school and family. It was obvious that they wanted to know more about you, noticing that Ivar actually liked you. 

After eating the brownies for dessert and a short fight between Ivar and Hvitserk in danish because the last one ate almost all the brownies and didn't let you more than two, you went back to Ivar's room, to keep studying.

Needless to say that you didn't study anything. 

You had blushed when you saw his bed unmade and remembered what had happened in there only an hour ago. Anyway, your shyness faded when Ivar kissed you, after laughing at you because you weren't capable of pronouncing ófri∂r. 

His lips were addicting, and he managed to make you melt just by kissing you softly and caressing your cheek. 

Who would have said that the rude and always-angry Ivar could be so sweet? 

You made him lay down on the bed, trying to get on top of him to prevent him from breaking the kiss and try to make you study, but just when you tried to intertwine your legs with his, he winced and you quickly got away from him, scared of hurting him.

"Sorry, sorry" you bit your lip. You had completely forgotten about his legs "Oh my god, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's fine" he closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as one of his hands gripped his leg "They just hurt, I've been all day walking with the crutches"

You frowned, not really understanding. 

"But you always go with the crutches, right? I've even seen you with only one in school"

"Yeah, well, I always go to school with the crutches, but usually at home I use the wheelchair"

"You have a wheelchair?" You were confused, if he had a wheelchair, which was obviously more comfortable than the crutches, why did he take them? "And why didn't you use it?"

He sighed, not wanting to tell you that he wouldn't use the wheelchair because he didn't want you to see him... Weak? He couldn't stand the way people looked at him when he was on the wheelchair; with pity, condescendence... They were even nicer to him. It was unnerving, and he didn't want to see that look in your face.

"I don't like to use it when someone is at home" he shrugged, avoiding your gaze "But it's okay, I'll just take some painkillers and I'll be okay in one hour"

You pouted, instinctively putting a hand over his on his leg and caressing it softly.

"I'm sorry you're in pain" you sighed "Do you want me to get you that medicine?" 

He looked at you surprised. Everyone who wasn't part of his family or Floki or Helga usually avoided the topic, they even got away from him whenever he mentioned something related to his legs, as if it was contagious. 

"No, I'm fine, I'll take it later" he smiled softly, feeling a strange warmth in his chest "But thank you"

"Don't thank me, it's my way of apologizing for hurting you"

"Stop apologizing, you didn't hurt me"

"Yeah, I did, I should be more careful..."

"I am not made of glass, Y/N" his voice sounded much more sharp than he intended to. He couldn't help it, the pain made him angry.

You bit your lip, taken aback at his tone. You were used to his outbursts, but after kissing you in that way and being so sweet you didn't expect it.

"Sorry" you muttered looking away. 

Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes, angry at himself for snapping at you and angry at you for caring for him. 

"It's late" he cleared his throat "You should go home"

It wasn't that late, even less considering that it was Saturday night and neither of you had to get up early the next day, but he was exhausted, emotionally and physically. He would have loved to spend the night with you, cuddling in his bed, maybe even have sex again, but honestly, you deserved someone who wouldn't wince in pain every time you touched his legs. 

Like your ex boyfriend. 

"Do you want me to go?" You tilted your head to one side, suddenly feeling shy, nervous of having bothered him. 

"Yeah, please, I'm tired" he whispered, leaning his head onto his pillow and closing his eyes.

"Okay" you tried to smile, but it didn't reach your eyes. 

"Ubbe can drive you home"

"I can take the bus" you shrugged, getting up and fixing your clothes, putting your hair over your neck to hide the marks Ivar had left.

"No, it's late, Ubbe will take you" he frowned, getting up and taking the crutches to open his door.

Aslaug and Ubbe were watching TV, sitting on the couch, while Hvitserk was on the kitchen, eating the rest of the brownies and looking through his phone. Sigurd was nowhere to be seen, but you supposed he was in his room, as you heard some music coming from the second floor.

"Ubbe can you take Y/N home?" Ivar looked at his brother, asking him silently not to ask anything.

He looked at you, a bit confused, but smiled and nodded, getting up to take the car keys and his jacket. Aslaug, like her son, understood that something had happened, but she wouldn't ask in front of you as she didn't want to upset Ivar. 

"Thank you so much for the dinner, mrs. Lothbrok" you smiled at Aslaug with the most polite tone you knew "It was amazing"

"You're welcome, my dear, please feel free of coming whenever you want to" she smiled back at you "And call me Aslaug"

"Okay, Y/N, whenever you're ready" Ubbe walked over to the front door.

"Bye Ivar" you smiled at him, a bit sad "Thanks for... Everything"

He tried to smile, but he could only press his lips together as he watched you going to the door, putting your shoes on and going out, with Ubbe frowning at him before following you. 

He stared at the door for almost a minute after you had already gone, feeling the stupidest person in the world for letting you go thinking he was mad at you. 

But before Aslaug could ask him what was wrong, he turned around to go back to his room. 

How could such a beautiful day end up like that?

When he entered his room, he almost screamed in frustration, seeing Hvitserk sitting on his bed, with his drawer opened and looking around. 

"I left three condoms" Hvitserk frowned "And there's only two" he smiled widely, looking at a really angry Ivar who wasn't in the mood to fight his brother "What? Did you have fun?"

"Shut up, Hvitserk, please" he sighed, laying down on the bed and throwing the crutch away. 

"I can't believe you lost your virginity with a girl like that and then you throw her out of your home" his brother shrugged "I wouldn't have let her out of my bed for days"

"I'm tired, Hvitserk, please..." 

"Yeah, you did a lot of exercise today, didn't you?"

Ivar growled, his brother's laugh angering him even more.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" He yelled, trying to stop himself from throwing something on his way. 

Hvitserk laughed, amused by his reddened cheeks and his anger. 

"Come on, Ivar, what happened?" He smiled softly at him "You can tell me"

"Nothing, it's just..." he sighed "I'm stupid"

"Well, tell me something I don't know" Hvitserk raised an eyebrow "Did the two of you fight or...?"

"No, I just... She was overreacting about my legs"

"Overreacting?"

"Yeah, she just touched my leg accidentally and I was in pain, and she started apologizing and all of that, you know"

Hvitserk sighed rubbing his eyes.

"Ivar... It is really a bad thing that she worries about you? Especially after having sex with her" he chuckled "It's normal, she thought she had hurt you and apologized, you should have explained to her what happens when you're in pain"

"I'm just tired, I want to sleep" he ignored his brother, knowing he was right. The truth was: he wasn't mad at you, he was angry at himself, for being stupid and letting himself snap at you in that way. 

"Okay, rest a bit" Hvitserk walked to the door "But you should talk to mom, she'll be worried, and take your medicines"

"I told Ivar I could take the bus" you said shyly when Ubbe entered the car.

"It's okay, Y/N, it's late and you shouldn't walk all alone" he smiled at you. You found Ubbe to be the warmest of the brothers, he had been really nice to you and you found very cute the way he cared for Ivar.

"Thank you" you smiled, a bit more relaxed. 

"What happened?" He asked "Did Ivar say anything to you that..."

"No, no, it was my fault actually" you blushed, intimidated by him "His legs hurt and I somehow managed to anger him" 

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, Ivar is like that when he's in pain, he's angry at everyone, don't take it personal"

"I... Well, I understand him, it must be frustrating"

Ubbe smiled widely.

"You like him, right?"

You blushed, clearing your throat and looking out of the window.

"I'm asking you because he really likes you" he shrugged "I'd like to know if you like him back, I wouldn't want to see him with a broken heart, you know" he added, looking at the road "But you don't have to answer, it's only curiosity"

"I like him" you answered, biting your lip and shifting in your seat, clearing your throat "But I wouldn't be that sure about his feelings for me"

"Why not?" He frowned "Ivar wouldn't invite you home if he didn't like you, and he certainly wouldn't help you study... And I've seen the way he looks at you... You even had sex, and he hasn't had sex in his life"

Your eyes widened at the mention of the sex. Gods, it was embarrassing. 

"I... Wouldn't let someone talk to me in that way if I didn't like him and care about him enough" you said, ignoring the sex part "But he's different when he's out of school... More relaxed"

"School is hard for him" Ubbe sighed "Since he was little, people can be really cruel"

"I know" you pressed your lips together, remembering all those times you had to defend him when your ex boyfriend and his friends started messing with him.

"He's different since you came, though" he smiled again "Happier, he talks about you sometimes, especially to our mother... But don't expect him to tell you anything about his feelings"

"Really?" You smiled, excited, though your smile faded when you remembered he was angry at you "Well I don't think he wants to see me again so..." you shrugged.

 "Trust me, Y/N" Ubbe looked at you, smiling softly "He wants to"

Ivar couldn't sleep, he just took his medicines and talked to his mother, but that only made him more angry. He wanted to text you, but didn't want to risk you ignoring him or telling him you didn't want to see him again. 

Ubbe just arrived home, he could hear him talking to Hvitserk on the kitchen, and knew he was being informed of his situation when he couldn't hear his mother or brother talking.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on his door. Making him sigh and open his eyes before turning around to see who was the one who came to give him the talk. 

"Hey" Ubbe smiled at him "How are you?"

"Fine" he looked at the ceiling.

"Y/N is at home, safe and sound"

"Okay"

He heard his brother sighing and felt his worried glare on him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore him.

"Ivar, what happened? She was sure you wouldn't want to see her again, what did you say to her?" 

"I just snapped at her" he shook his head "It's not her fault, I just couldn't control myself, and I'm tired"

"You should have used the wheelchair" Ubbe sighed, taking the crutches from the floor and leaving them on a corner, leaned onto the wall. 

"I don't want Y/N to see me in a wheelchair" 

"She wouldn't care, and I'm not letting you fuck your legs up because you think Y/N is going to leave you for using a wheelchair"

"I can't fucking walk properly, Ubbe" he snapped again, annoyed at his brother's words "I can't even hook up with her because the moment she touches my legs, they hurt"

"They hurt because you were being stubborn and forced yourself to walk with the crutches all day, knowing you had had a bad night and your eyes were blue this morning, not because she touched you" Ubbe was starting to lose his patience "Y/N likes you, Ivar, she's not going to run away from you because she sees you on a wheelchair, and now she's at home, thinking she did something wrong when her only fault was worrying about you" Ivar clenched his jaw and looked away "You have to stop pushing people away, Ivar, we are your family and we'll always be there, even Sigurd and father, but there's more people willing to care about you out there, just give them a chance" Ubbe's face softened when he saw a tear rolling down Ivar's cheek "I'll let you rest, if you feel better tomorrow, I can take you to Y/N's home to talk to her"

You had spent the whole morning trying to study. But it was impossible. 

The anxiety of not knowing if Ivar would talk to you again, the stress for the exam and the ache between your legs -which didn't let you sit still in a chair for more than five minutes- kept you from focusing on your notes and studying.

You were half asleep, too. After texting your best friend, telling her what had happened, you had been awake, looking at the dark ceiling and trying to fight the urge of texting Ivar to apologize all night. The sun was starting to go up when you finally fell asleep, just to wake up nearly three hours later, with your mom telling you she and your dad were going out to visit a friend for the day. 

You'd love to lay onto your bed and sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, you could only see Ivar's beautiful blue eyes, and it made you want to cry and smile at the same time. 

After eating lunch, you were procrastinating on the couch, playing absentmindedly with your cat while you thought about texting Ivar, when your doorbell rang. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you opened the door and found Ivar in there, leaning onto his crutches and with blushed cheeks. Behind him, you could see Ubbe's car parked in front of your door. 

"Hi" he cleared his throat, looking at the floor "Are you busy?"

You took almost a minute to react, blinking a few times and looking at him in awe, not believing he was actually there.

"Um... No, please, come in" you opened the door completely and stepped aside, letting him enter your house. 

He waited until you closed the door to look at you in the eyes and bit his lip. 

"I... Came to say sorry" he shrugged "I didn't mean to talk at you in that way yesterday, you didn't do anything wrong, I was just mad because of the pain, and I definitely didn't want you to go" he sighed. He spoke like it hurt him to say sorry. 

That made you smile.

"It's okay Ivar, you didn't have to come all the way here to apologize" you blushed, but smiled brightly "It's totally fine, I understand you needed to rest and be left alone, it didn't bother me" you lied, not wanting to make him feel bad "I'm sorry if I was too annoying"

He frowned, looking almost offended to hear you say that.

"You weren't annoying" he replied "Would you forgive me?"

How could you not forgive him, when he was looking at you with those beautiful eyes and with an adorable pout that made him look cute and sexy at the same time?

You bit your lip, taking his hand and leading him into the living room, where you had spread all your notes and books and were trying to study. 

"I will forgive you if you help me with the Old Norse, again"

He rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I'm the one who has to tell you, but you're going to fail"

"Well that thing is impossible, it's not my fault" you scoffed "Maybe if you stop laughing at me because I can't pronounce those non-existent words and actually help me, I could pass"

Ivar smiled. It was his first genuine smile since you left his house the night before. 

"Okay, I'll help you, stop whining"

He sat on the couch, startling your cat, who looked at him with curiosity and approached him. You honestly expected that Ivar would push the cat away, and were surprised when you came back from the kitchen with two glasses of water and saw your cat, which didn't like people, on Ivar's lap, arching against him and purring loudly as he stroked his ears softly. 

"His name is Loki" you said, your heart melting at the sight "He hates humans, so this is a really unusual behavior..."

"Loki, the trickster god" Ivar smirked at the cat, he seemed to like him "I like your name". 

You took Loki out of the room, closing the door and leaving him to play with his mouse toy.

Of course, you didn't get any studying done. 

Even though you were too sensitive, you did your best to ignore it as you straddled Ivar's lap on your couch, while kissing him and moving your hips against his hand. He had been fingering you for a few minutes, and for someone who claimed to be inexperienced, he had managed to make you moan and shake around him in seconds.

He looked focused, his eyes following your every move, smirking when you moaned and growling softly when you clenched your walls around his fingers. 

He wanted to know your reactions, to learn where he needed to touch to make you moan and make those delicious sounds. Ivar had never been with a girl before you, but he had spent hours listening to his brothers about how to please a girl. 

And he was a fast-learner.

And you were so beautiful... Especially with reddened cheeks and closed eyes, disheveled hair and lips parted, moaning his name softly and gripping his shirt, even digging your nails onto his arm. 

You came pressing your forehead against him, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, you saw him looking at you so intensely that almost made you cum again. 

As you unbuttoned his trousers and freed his hard cock, you didn't look away from his face, scared of hurting him or making him feel pressed. But he encouraged you by pulling you closer to him, grabbing your hips. 

You sinked onto his cock slowly, wincing when you felt some pain and biting your lip. 

"Are you alright?" Ivar panted, his eyes searching yours. 

"Yes, sorry, it's just a bit uncomfortable at first..."

"If you want to stop..."

"No" you shook your head before kissing him again. It was like losing your virginity again. 

The pain didn't last much, and soon you let Ivar start thrusting into you softly, moaning and moving against him. 

He moaned into your ear, hugging your waist and hiding his face into your neck. His eyes were closed and he felt better than he had in years.

Maybe Ubbe was right, maybe you truly cared about him.

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BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally

Jin

As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Suga

You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Jimin

You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

V/Taehyung

As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Jungkook

You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.

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Really long rant about how I made Vanilla Twilight, I typed it at 2am so it’s kinda crappy and boring, just skip through this post.

So I'd been thinking about it for a long time now, even before finishing Vanilla Twilight that I'd talk about it if someone asked, well that never happened so I was just thinking that I'd let it go but that post is so important to me so well fuck it I'll just talk about it anyway. I did it completely on a wimp like how cool would it be if I make a lyricstuck for Toumaki like I'd be the first (if anyone did this before me im sorry). The first song I intended to do wasn't VT, it was a much shorter and easier song. I saw the music video first time after a while and the lyrics gave me some scenes to draw right away, like the tones, the atmosphere, the lyrics all fit them very well, made me wanted to draw something happy but sad. The ending for it was a happy one instead of a sad one like other songs I did (I didn't post the ending for any of them, just let the viewers decide what it's gonna be) I was very scared like what if it won't turn out ok and people gonna hate me for it or no one even gonna look at it. Also what I visualized are mostly illustrations with backgrounds, what I never done before so high chance it won't go anywhere. I thought well let's just see how far will I get and won't talk about it at all until I post it so at least I won't be all barks no bite. I was very traumatized that someone might know about what I did so I locked all the files when I shut down my PC in case someone hack into it lmao. I started with making a storyboard(kinda) for it, this is where I first got trouble because there was some part I didn't think of when I visualized what I'd draw at first ( 'I don't feel so alone' part mostly and some in between) and it's only at this point that I realized how many I'd have to draw (over 40 images total) and it's mind blowing for someone who rarely finish a painting like me at that time, that number is more than what I'd draw in a year. VT doesn't have choruses that meant I can't do tricks like repeat some panels (I don't like this anyway). I usually painted on small canvas before that but I wanna make sure I can fix things later and some idea I had was pretty big so I used 3000x5000px canvas then trimmed them down ( I didn't know how big it was and it's huge). The idea was to make a tumblr scroll-post like a lyricstuck (my favorites are by paperseverywhere and toastyhat/emptyfeet , they made really cool tutorials about these) so I tried to drew out compositions that would look good scrolling down panel by panel and have some connections between them (this didn't turn out so good in the end because I wasn't good lol) Since I was scared that people might point out that I draw something wrong, it took me almost a week or something searching for references (check my pinterest board) like the streets, sky, houses, roads, outfits, poses,... I was going to draw. I got some knowledge about bikes by this too, like I can tell the differences between road bike, mtb, touring bikes,... I also see and captured bunches of screenshots and reread ywpd trivia countless time to make sure I won't get anything wrong. If you take notice, every outfit Toumaki wear in there are all canon, from anime or promos. The first few panels was really exciting because I had never painted so many with backgrounds before, I was really happy when I almost finished the first verse even compared to the full 3:50 of the song it was only 20 seconds and I thought maybe I can pull this after all. The last panel was intended to be Makichan standing infront of his house looking at the sky but I wanted to show the sky at the end of the panel and that wouldn't work on scroll-down post so I had to leave it for later, I repainted this panel for about 3 times and finished it just 30' before posting. The first panel of the second verse wasn't turning out alright too because that was my first time doing a 3 points perspective drawing and the colors didn't turn out as I wanted either (my intention was a green/gold dawn scene). Things kinda worked well despite that until the scene when Toudou sits in his ink, gdi I didn't know why I was so caught up in that and painted every piece of that wooden floor, it took me almost a week but turned out better than I expected so I was ok with it. I was going to make sketchy paintings for all of the panel but I did too much details on that one so it gave me the impression that I'll have to do just as much for every others. Now I still had school to go and that semester my uni got me pretty crappy schedule that made me have to wait for classes at school frequently, I was frustrated because I didn't get to paint during that time and I might finish it too late (even though I didn't set a deadline) and when I got home I just spent so much time checking twitter and just can't pick myself up to draw and ended up feeling shitty about it. *Side story*  I was so mad because I didn't get anything done and there's still more than half of the whole thing to do and the worst part is that I had no one that I can talk to because I didn't have any friend who ship Toumaki and I also don't want to publicly talk about what I was doing, I wanted to surprise people when I'm done, I didn't wanna give people the expectation then screw it up (I literally thought I'd drop a bomb not a grenade lmao) I can't remember how long was that shitty phase but I felt like it was so long, I barely finished verse 2 at that point. I was so mad at myself and my progress so I spent a few days to look at time management threads and this helped a lot, I changed my habits completely  by this and I still apply those methods now, like I used to stay up til 3am to read fics (bless you writers you fueled me with your writings bless you all) then I switch to bed before 12 and get up early for a good start or reduce working time while increasing quality* After that I kinda got things together,I just went ahead with painting tho it's still kinda tiring, I had to work on 5 essays during this time too. At this point I was like screw all, I give no shit about what everyone thinks I'm just gonna finish this and get some good nap (I practiced power nap to get more focus time for painting but dude everyone wants a good long nap) 10 days before uploading I found out that there's a Toumaki day (I'm so sorry), I was going to posted on the first sunday of June (I did researched on which was the best time to post on social medias so I randomly picked a sunday) and Toumaki day is the last sunday of May, that meant I had 10 days left and 15 panels to paint! I was going to ignore that but I already made it big I should make it right too so I shit my pants going through those last panels. I purposely hiding Toudou's face till the last verse to emphasize the feelz and got so relieved that I finally got to paint him (I read some tags that some viewers got emotional at this part so I'm so glad it worked). The whole things was put under Makichan's perspective so I was so sick of painting him at that point, he showed up in every panel and I can't paint him ugly because he's beautiful (especially his hair, I spent shitload of time painting them). I can talk lots about why I picked to do so but that's headcanon shit and it's embarrassing so let's just skip that. The last day I had only 3 panels left and I was hell confident that I've got this and somehow spent the whole evening rewatch Toumaki pingpong ep (end me). Of course that didn't end well, I managed to finish those by midnight but I still had like 3 panels that needed  repaint completely and all 43 needed retouch and edits. My plan was to post at 9am sunday (thats 9pm saturday est) so I had to get up at 5am and finish all that, I ended up cutting down 2 panels and simplified the instrumental panel (some tags said that was nice so I was at least relieved). Unlike other songs I did, the length of every line's quite different and the original sizes I did would make viewers have to scroll slower or faster at different parts. I didn't plan this beforehand and had to trim down some panels even the parts that I really liked and spent lots of time on. I also found out that people outside the homestuck fandom might not familiar with this type of post so I made a video too (I’m sorry I have zero skill in editing). After posting I was terrified of people's reactions or worse, there won't be any reaction so I turned everything off and went to sleep and woke up with an unimaginable number of notes I'd got, I set the target of 500 notes and I really didn't think that I'd get past that number like maybe 2-300 (well my other songs didnt even get 200), at the end I got 5000. I spent the next week reading and screencap tags given in reblogs, I put them on desktop and they're still my motivation til now. Vanilla Twilight is the thing I'm proud of the most even until now, when I've done other songs and projects that look somewhat better. If I have to recommend one thing on my blog I'd recommend it despite its' unskilled paneling, poor composition and muddy colors. It was the first time in my life that I'd put so much effort into something and went through such emotional roller coaster, the feelings I put into it was raw and the idea was very original compared to other songs, I improved and changed a lot during the 2 months I spent on it and never once regret doing it. ***Anyway, you sure have much free time to read it this far, here's a little game for you: I put random things in VT and HF like some characters/stuff from other series, my ocs,... (there wasn't anything purposeless in there even the logo on their cups or the bags they wear) just send me anything you find and I'll draw you something in return**

[vehlika-pelican]

warning for long post! i always get my best ideas at night when im on mobile and cant do a read-more. sorry. blacklist "vehl's headcannons" to stop seeing my stuff. no rvb season 15 spoilers i dont think. me3 is like 5 years old now so im not tagging it as spoilers for any of the games. OKAY, RVB X MASS EFFECT TRILOGY CROSSOVER ( mostly ME 1 because its been two hours since i started writing this post now and oh shit) #TuckerFightsARobotArmy is gonna be the tag for this and the inevitable sequel posts at first i thought, with default Femshep being a badass red-head that would make our local badass red-head Carolina the obvious choice for the role but it occurred to me that she would make a better Miranda Lawson than Commander Shepard. The Director is The Illussive Man (Tim). Aside from the daddy issues, Miranda is a big supporter of Tim's until she finally sees his dark side and resigns during the end of ME 2 just like Carolina was a staunch believer in the Director until she had to face the music. The Freelancers are involved in Project Phoenix and ultimately its every man for himself when the Director starts indoctrinating/reaperfying troops. She gets assigned to the Normandy SR-2 just before the agents make their escape and she's left out of the loop and feeling betrayed. She carries that well into hunting the Collectors and her loyalty mission involves maybe saving York and getting answers. Carolina goes into hiding just like Miranda during ME3, trying to take down her former employer and his organization on her own until she needs help. Thats where our best dudes come in. but then if she's taking the place of Miranda, who could be Shepard? let's start with the Reds. Sarge is too...Sarge. Maybe he could take Admiral Hackett's place as Admiral Colonel Sarge because obviously (everyone knows he's crazy but going from enlisted man to fleet admiral makes him a legend, and he really earned a name for himself during the First Contact War. that name was legally changed to Colonel.) Grif would be Joker, so our esteemed pilot/vehicle operator who's all back-talk and bitching. Simmons is where it gets tricky. Simmons could be an engineer, possibly a quarian, who got prosthetic limbs from when he temporarily served with Sarge on a joint human-quarian deployment and became enamored with the freedom to experiment in the Alliance opposed to the strict policies in the Migrant Fleet and sought to return to his service by trying to kiss ass. but i also like him as EDI because of the proximity to Grif and how they would develop that friendship leading up to Joker's Mission when Grif unshackles Simmons to save the Normandy in ME 2. i also kind of like krogan!Grif, and you know the two of them would have the greatest time messing with the Alliance's engineers during the retrofits. then when Simmons gets a body in ME3 he tries to get a faux-skin to look human but there's a problem and its missing in places on the left side and Grif decides to tell people he's just got some prosthetics from an accident. all shiny and chrome on the fury road. Donut is Kelly Chambers. trained in psychology but rarely clinical, loving all the species, somehow spreading a space-dog STD around the ship, a bit too naive if pretty gung-ho about the mission but give him a belt of lift grenades and hot damn we're in business. Lopez is the AI who robbed the bank? embezelled money? (ME 1) and threatened to detonate a nuclear bomb inside a shopping center but actually managed to buy and download himself into a ship and set sail for sweet robot freedom in the Persius Veil. he was caught by Sarge and officially "destroyed" when he's really locked in a Rampart mech with AI shackles that force him to aid Sarge in his crazy science endeavors. he refuses to speak anything other than spanish out of spite even when he genuinely needs assistance. now the Blues. Washington will have been with Cerberus until about the beginning of ME3 which is when Tim starts indoctrinating troops and members of Project Phoenix take their chances so thats too late to start trying to save the galaxy from the Reaper threat. Caboose takes the place of David (i might be getting the name wrong), an autistic savant who can communicate with a race of alien AI (the quarian-made geth) and is unwillingly mentally linked to the geth for an unknown period of time by his own brother (one of his sisters then? my poor boy imsorry). This would cause the neural trauma/scarring resulting in Caboose being... more Caboose. but he isn't found until sometime in ME2 by Shepard and co. Freckles is the mad AI who goes rogue on Luna (not EDI or part of Simmons in this au) but ends up being befriended by Caboose. he inhabits an Atlas/Titan mech and together they're unstoppable. Tex is an attempt to recreate Allison as an AI inside a cloned body made by the Director during the early stages of his madness. now she's taking Ashley's place as a trigger happy space racist, a double agent inside the Alliance and on Tucker's squad. Church almost dates her but something...feels off...and instead spends his time fighting with her because it feels...familiar? like when he used to argue with his mom when she was alive. huh. Kaikaina and Grif petitioned to serve together so she's on the squad as an infilitrator of all things. she and Wrex commiserate over the story of how she stole a krogan warlord's biotic hammer and she tramatizes Grif by flirting with his 800-pound ass. (not that it goes anywhere. Wrex thinks humans are too squishy.) which leaves...Tucker. because who else. Commander Shepard took the responsibility of proving the existence and defeating the Reapers only because they happened to be at Eden Prime when the prothean beacon was to be recovered. it could have been anyone caught in the beacon- Ashley or Kaidan or any other marine- and that person would have tried to do the same. Tucker in RVB isnt so much chosen to be the savior of an alien race (Doc said he was but that was more Junior) as he gets caught in a bunch of shit that went down in ways he was not expecting when he interacted with an ancient alien artifact thank you very much. so he's on the Normandy SR-1 because he's an N7-in-training or outright failed to get past N1 (which is still impressive because he was considered and thats not easy criteria to meet. let my man be a badass space marine. just a little bit. badass-in-training. HE'LL GET THERE.) but is noticed for his potential and is to be evaluated by turian!/salarian!Felix for Spectre candidacy. the first human Spectre. he's a biotic, i can't decide between adept and vanguard. Tucker and Grif are Totally On To the mission's importance because "spectre's(Felix) dont come along for shake-down runs" in their new experiental human-turian ship and they arrive at Eden Prime mid-attack. Tucker and his squad try to clear a path to the beacon while Felix scouts ahead. but then they find his body and eyewitnesses say it was someone he knew by name that shot him once he let his guard down and his back was turned. "Locus" they say. supposedly leading the assault with an army of heretic-geth and a massive ship emitting a terrible sound. they fight to the beacon, disable bombs along the way, and find it just as Locus's ship departs. as the squad's engineer is scanning it, Tucker notices they're starting to levitate and rushes in to grab them and throw them aside only to get caught himself. he gets the prothean vision-warning about the Reapers and maybe a special prothean omni-blade and its on. he has to prove to the Citadel Council that their Spectre Locus is a traitor and that the Reapers are real but visions? galactic extinction cycles? oh you humans are so full of it. you've been part of the galactic community for 30 years and now you're here with a conspiracy theory at best? i cant believe we thought you could work for us. blah. Tucker marches off but meets Church who's been trying to take Locus down from within the system to no avail. Alpha!Church is the Director's son but Allison got custody after the divorce and now he's a grouchy C-Sec cop getting nowhere real quick. Tucker invites him along and he's a shitty sniper but actually pretty decent with the Mako's cannon considering it handles like a drunk krogan who can do a flip it you drive off the cliff edge fast enough (what are mass effect booster jets for?). they track down a krogan mercenary (Wrex is probably still Wrex. because who could hope to live up to him?) and fight through a strip club and kill Fist and rescue a quarian (Palomo? make that Jensen) with evidence proving Locus is guilty. then they save Dr. Emily Grey and help her keep her small clinic in the wards from being shut down and she gives them sweet discounts and all the free medigel they can shove into their pockets. they rescue asari!Doc from inside a prothean ruin (got lost on a yoga retreat and panicked when geth started attacking...i guess he could be an archeologist but maybe they drag Grey along for the ride instead...) but he's developed a split personality due to how long he's been alone in there and its kinda murderous but coupled with biotics its pretty useful. (and yes, asari are mono-gendered and are all "female" but ME: Andromeda confirmed that some asari use masculine pronouns/identify as "male" and there's no way that wasn't a thing in ME 1 canon so Doc is he/him). on Virmire, he almost shoots Tex AND Wrex on the beach- put down your shotguns you fucking lunatics i will biotically throw you into the ocean! he helped Wrex get his family armor so Tucker manages to talk him down but man Tex could you chill its been months already. he has to leave Tex behind though to protect the bomb while he and Wrex save Kaikaina and Kirahee and fight Locus. they evacuate and the bomb detonates and atleast it was instantaneous. she wouldn't have felt herself be vaporized, it was quick and we stopped Locus from getting an army of krogan. Church is devastated and knowing that Tucker leaving Tex behind was a conscious choice splinters their friendship. but. Tucker has to finish this. its bullshit and why us. why'd it have to be us on this ship in this life shewasmyfriendtoo- but its a race against the clock to the lost relay and Ilos and theres no time to have a real talk. its complete bullshit. they get to Ilos but Locus is ahead of them and they have to fight so many geth and find a 50,000 year old message which only Tucker can understand but fuck this we're being left in Locus' dust openthisstupid templedoor*swish* oh shit this things a fucking key "guess we didnt have to fight all them robots" he said stepping over the mountain of slain robots because fuck my life. Wrex how'd you live so long life fucking sucks. "i've been drunk for a lot of it" great. yup. can the Mako go any faster. and then they meet Vigil but dont record it because they're still idiots who forget/dont mind the details until Simmons shows up in the sequel you morons but hey remember THAT CHASE WE WERE IN LETSGO and they drive the Mako into a relay and if Tucker made sure to crash into a geth colossus no one says anything- and they fly out into the Presidium Commons like if the Mako had wings but itfuckingdoesnt and why are there even jets on this tank. Locus and Sovereign beat them to the Citadel and the arms are closed but Hal-9000 over there is just chillin' on the Citadel Tower like he's shishing the kebab himself. then gravity goes off and they fight sideways all the way up the tower and those turrets sure are being turrets you know and not differentiating between us and the assholes ahead of us. but they finally make it and stop Locus short of the apocalypse. Tucker goes all renegade Locus was just afraid, the Reapers put his life in persepective and we are all so small and insignificant, "is servitude not preferable to extinction?" you're just a puppet, they're using you because you're weak, because you let them, do yourself a favor-! but Locus claims its too late and they fight and kill him. but he rises anyway. the fight the first and only Possessed Marauder- Sovereign controlig Locus' corpse through implants. he was mostly implants. and once its ash ashashashes Tex didnt even get to be ashes its unfa- and Sarge is over the comm, open the Citadel's arms son so the Alliance can save the day and Tucker has a choice. save the Council and sacrifice thousands of soldiers. or kill the Reaper and worry about new leadership later. its Tex again. worse. i need to think, theres no time, you know what this thing can do you saw in the vision i believe you so what do we do. make the call. and Tucker needs the Council's support...but the Reaper needs to be killed...but saving the Council will cost too much...but the Reaper could still call the others from dark space...they'll trust me... will the new ones? will the Alliance? Anyone? no. but someone will definitely be alive. kill Sovereign. the Council dies. the Destiny Ascention is destroyed. the Alliance suffers minimal loses. humanity fills the vacuum of power. humanity is no longer trusted. they blame him. he does too. have any of his choices been good enough? right? much of the crew goes their own way. Church goes back to C-Sec. maybe he'll call. Wrex returns to Tuchanka, faith in his people restored. Doc joins Grey at her small clinic. Jensen returns to the Migrant Fleet with geth data. and Tucker and the rest are... disgraced. no one says but they dont have to. every breath is a reminder of his failures and what he did. so much potential in him once, they say. he could have been great. instead he did this. and they fight geth. chase geth. fight more. they head to Alchera. more geth, they said. it isnt. the ship is blown apart. Kaikaina shoves anyone who cant walk into the escape pods. The XO is killed almost immediately. Grif won't leave. Tucker, please, Dex! Get Dex! she yells as she's dragged into an escape pod by a Yeoman and he storms over because he wont lose anyone else but the hull is gone and you can't run in mag boots. Grif is fighting for Normandy. Tucker can hear him asking for just a little more just enough to- to- but Tucker's having none of it and pulls and heaves and forces his idiot pilot into the pod. of all the times Grif chose to be the opposite of lazy. a streak of yellow catches his eye and its coming this way and he pushes off and hits the launch button but the engines blow and he hits something as he is set adrift. he's losing air. fuck, its- its behind him. he panics and scrambles for the puncture but his arms are geting heavier and he's already wheezing short little breaths shortlittlefailures youfailedyoukilledthem youkilledher. the sun in the distance is bright. he can feel his body tilt toward the planet, sees the sunlight cresting over the horizon. his vision goes dark around the edges. but the sun is bright and he doesnt notice he isnt afraid and he falls *maniacal laughter* someone should have stopped me. i think its super out of character but this is a rambling monster and not meant to go super in-depth or anything. god help me.

[reznorash]

Little note

Hi, it's been a long time since the last time I ever wrote a post here. I don't know what drives me to do it tonight, but I feel like I want to talk about something. Recently, I have been too busy to the point that I overstress myself, my mind and body. I'm busy because so much things happened that beyond my control and I couldn't take it anymore. So I always find something to channel the stress so I will forget about the other stress. It's weird. But that's how I'm dealing with stuffs now. My relationship with a man that I really cared so much ended early this month, for reasons that I don't really understand. But people , will leave if they want to leave anyway. I don't question why. I wasn't mad at him, I was upset, with the situation with everything. So another break up is not a big deal to handle. People are replaceable, that's the sad truth about our entire existence. I didn't cry, because I've been crying too much, silently. Until I have no more tears to cry out. Things became so hard, lately. It's really really hard. I'm so tired, been playing with emotions too much lately. My physical isn't that good anymore. My health slowly affected. Physically, and mentally collapsed. I slowly shut people out. I don't have many friends, I don't know why I did that, cut off people that really close to me. But I did. The circle is no longer there because no one is there anymore. I deactivated my Facebook, my Twitter, and my Instagram is private now. I stopped my activities on internet. Except Tumblr. I don't know why, but it's not easy to delete Tumblr. It requires a lot of courage to do so. But I don't think I would have a heart to do it. I don't know, what the fuck is going on right now. I'm so tired, man. Fuck. Damn tired. I'm tired with people. I'm tired with my work in office. I'm tired with my study. I'm tired feeling like a wasted youth, so fucking useless. Not worth any. It's damn fucking tired to wake up every morning praying that there will be better days but things become more fucked up than you think it is. It's damn fucking tired to wake up and see your face in the mirror and you couldn't find anything that worth about you. Damn tired. Fuck. It's more frustrating because I couldn't talk about all these bullshit to anyone because people won't understand it, anyway. Keep it to myself even harder because every single time I have to tell myself everything is going to be okay. Everything is fine. Fuck it. Everything is screwed. The loath that I have for myself is unquestionable. There's no day in my life I don't hate myself. My friend's boyfriend passed way today, and I didn't say condolences because I just don't know how to be a comfort for someone who's already at bad shape. Such an asshole, I know. But worse, I don't even feel sorry about being that mean. Like I feel nothing at all. No more emotions for people. No more emotions for anything. I'm just done with everything, I will not plan anything. I will just let things happen. Fuck it. Im done. This post got no points. But thanks for reading. Bye

[sleepy90]

Double edge cheating scandal

I was in my mid 30s I’ve been married for about 5 years not sure why but lately my wife been acting funny. She been complaining alot even though I’ve been doing all I can but it just seem like I can’t keep here happy like I use to back in the day. Didn’t know what was wrong. Was she losing interest in me.. was the sex horrible.. I had no idea what to so I called my boy Orlando up.

Hey homie I need some advice, if my wife is losing interest in me what can I do to spice it up? Orlando is a good friend we've been friends all our life his dad was my dad and my mom his mom. We were more than friend basically brothers.

Orlando was older than me though and been through so much he got married at a young age roughly around 20 years old.

Well joe why don’t you ask her?

I want to ask her but it always turn into an argument and I’m so strong headed I gotta say what’s on my mind and then once I speak my mind she get quiet and stop talking to me for a whole week. This marriage is becoming a nightmare.

He said Bro what have I been telling you since we were young.... you cannot please a women! You can only please yourself.

Dude that doesn’t make sense! I don’t understand. I said.

Well let me put it to you like this! If you go out trying to give a child everything what they want when you take them to the store you’ll be broke right.

Yea I guess, I said in a confusing way as to where is he goin with this…orlando always had wired ways of explaining things and it never make sense at first but after giving it some thought it sinks in.

Same thing with the wife you’ll be unhappy trying to please a women you can only please them by giving them the basics and making sure you’ll happy in the end too. there has to be a compromise from both parties not just one. I know you want to speak your mind but communication is key and pride come before destruction. look Im no preacher but uh you better shut up or uh it’s going to be a long drive to the court house.

Yea you right I love her I think I’ll bring home some flowers and sit her down and just let her vent it all out to me. Your analogy are wired but I guess I get I’ll hit you up later let you know how it go.

Aight peace homie he said.

I went to a flower store after work and to walmart to get her favorite chocolate candy And came home waiting patiently for my wife to get off I usually get off a 6 she get off at 7. An hour doesn’t seem long but this particular day it every min felt like 15 mins. I tried everything to pass time tv walking cleaning and after all that only 45 mins past.

So I close my eyes and laid there the remaining time. When I open up my eyes it was 715 I decided to call my wife to see where she was at.

Hey beautiful are you on your way home. I got something for you? It’s a surprise

Hey I’ll be there in 5 mins I’m getting some gas. What you get me?

Now you know I can’t tell you that.

Ok I’ll see you in a few let me hurry up.

Ok love you bye. She never says i love you back and that was one of the things that worried me she alwsys said it in the beginning now its seem like a one way love I rush around the house making sure everything was spit clean and top notch.

She walked in the door. I nervously walk up to her gave her a kiss and gave her the flowers.

Aww baby thanks…

No problem I need to show you that I still love you and how blessed and lucky I am to have you. Also I want to do something to night if you can give 15 mins of your time.

And what might that be. She said looking at me.like what I’m up too.

I pulled up the chair and told her to sit down got out my notepad and told her I want you to tell me any and everything about how you feel I feel like I’m failing as your husband and I don’t like this feeling so before I go another let’s work it out.

Joe. I’ve been with you this long what is me tell you gonna change anything.

Because I know. I can be a difficult person to deal with. Ummm she said. Hand me that note pad. I will write everything that’s wrong and post in on the bedroom.door and you can look at it when ever you’ll fucking up.

She took about 15 mins to come up with a short list of things I need to do.

1. Communications your communication sucks you always cut me off when I’m speaking when are you going to listen. 2. Quality time. You don’t have a work.life balance you work to damn much. 3. You to cheap when we go out.whats the point of working if to cheap to enjoy it. 4. Your sex is starting to get weak. It’s boring and you only last 15 mins and I never get to him anymore.

Here You go!

She handed me the paper and boy was I amaze I mean don’t get me wrong I figure the first three but the last one had me confuse. I thought I laid the pipe down well.

I didn’t say nothing I decide to tackle that problem first starting friday.

It’s been a slow week anyway so I decided to come home early to surprise wifey with her favorite meal from her favorite restaurant olive garden.

But when I walked in the door I heard a man voice. And my wife. Voice.

They were in the back fucking. Apparently he was hitting it so good they didn’t hear me come in I stood there shock like what should I do.

The OG in me was like oh hell no someone is about to get shot by my new ruger sr9c. But then I said to myself I need to do something different something bold something that my wife will never expect. I knew exactly what to do. I bought my ruger in with me just in case.

Walked in….

Oh shit the look on their face was priceless

I pull the gun up don’t you move… I swear to god I’ll shoot your dick off.

Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t think you’ll be home so early!

Shut up! I don’t wanna hear that shit. You caught.

The man look scared out his ass his dick went so soft it looked like a pussy. On the insides i was cracking up. Look man I didn’t know please don’t shoot me. Shut up! I said and as fuck that I’m dealing with this shit. This is what we gonna do you gonna keep fucking her and I’m gonna watch and you better so it good or ima pop a cap in your ass…

Both of them looked at me like I was fucking crazy. Maybe I was but I knew killing them isn’t worth it and I know sometimes.you have to be insane.

I grab my chair and told them to keep going Put my gun in my lap as I sat there naked. Watching.

He nervously started eating my wife pussy in a circular motion occasionally fingering her and teasing her. My dick suddenly got hard.

I thought to myself what does this guy got that I don’t have, at the same time I had to stay focus and think about my next move so I wanna shoot this guy or do I want to do something extreme and crazy and join in. Fuck it. I went in to the kitchen his my baby and took about 3 shots of pure moonshine. I went back in as they kept going nervously wondering what I’m doing. I didn’t tell you to stop boy! Keep going dammit. Boy the look on his face was priceless eating that pussy like a bitch. So jane do you like the way he eat your pussy? She Stare at me scared not knowing if I was going to kill his and her or what my next move is. Nowadays people were getting killed left and right for things like this. I can’t hear you… don’t be quiet now remember the paper… I pointed to the wall.. You said communicate.. now answer me! She studer with her words and they were very sluggish. Yyyeeesss! She said I didn’t get mad what’s the point apparently something must be catching her attention from this guy. I got undressed and pulled my dick out and shoved it down her mouth aggressively How bout now You like sucking my dick and ate st the same time. She glazed at me just wanting to be submissive at this point. I pounded her mouth with my dick pulling her hair and slapping her in a aggressive but sexual manner. You like this shit don’t you jane! Yes daddy… I’m so sorry I choked her i didn’t ask for your apology I asked if you like this shit?! Yes daddy! Now I’m not an abuser but my wife is a little wild maybe this is what she meant by excitement. I told the boy to stop eating her pussy, she’s bout to get this dick. I told her to suck his dick while I fuck her. I slid my dick in. MY GOD! It was so wet who would have thought that a pussy can get his wet. I had her in the doggy style position just so I can smack her ass while she suck his dick. I was smacking that ass so hard. This not my idea of releasing my anger but it sure was helping for the time being.. I grab her hair tilt her head back and told him to starting fucking my wife mouth. He looked at me hesitant. And speechless. I said..looked you either fuck her or I’ll shoot you, you in my house motherfucker now do as I say!. Have you been drinking? my wife asked me. I didn’t tell you to speak! I smacked her ass. I promised my wife I’ll ease off the moonshine for a while because it makes me a little out of character sometimes and amplified my emotions that I was currently in.fuck that shit. I didn’t give a fuck right now. I pound that pussy while she was sucking his dick. I don’t like the way your pussy feel you need to get wetter. She looked at me in amazement. Speechless cause she had his dick and my dick at the same time and never expected this shit. Truth was that pussy was so wet I didn’t want to stop.but i had to cause I don’t want to nut prematurely. So I stop told him to stop as well. Now i want you to suck both of us off. He stood next to me scared like a little bitch. He was still halfway hard. Bitch ass boy! I thought to myself.. look if you don’t get hard and start fucking like a man ima shoot your dick off.. I don’t feel comfortable no more man.he said Let me get this straight you feel comfortable walking in my house fucking my wife while I’m gone but now I’m here it’s a different story. Maybe my ruger can ease your “uncomfortableness” Nooooo that’s not necessary I’ll fuck your eife please don’t kill me. He close his eyes. My wife looked at me. I looked back and told her if you say anything I’ll smack you so hard your pussy will start dripping.. She just started sucking our going back and forth. I glaze at the light. The way she was sucking my dick it felt like I was in heaven talking to Joseph or Adam or someone. I knew it wasn’t earth. I told her to spit on it. She spat on my dick. Not suck his like that and jack mines. She was really enjoying this I look at her pussy she started creaming and dripping cum all over the bed i wanted that shit. But then I said no that’s to easy. I gotta be insane but different You want some dick jane!? Yes daddy she replied. Who you want to fuck you,? I asked I want you… Good! I want you to fuck my wife boy and you better fuck her good too.the moment you get soft I will shoot you. Whatever you say just don’t kill me. He barely had his eyes on me and barely open.I guess the sight of me intimidated him. He laid my wife down spreader her legs put one leg on his shoulder and slowly put it in, i stood there watching, Plotting my next move. She grab his arm as he begin to pound my wife pussy. Ahhh shit hmmmm. Damn It’s so good. If i stood here and watch i was going to go insane so I reach Into the drawer and grab the anal plug that we never used My wife wanted to do anal at one time I wasn’t really trying to do that shit, pussy just feel so good. I reach over trying not to intervene to much.i slowly plug her butt. he was hitting it so good. As I put it in all I could hear Was oh shit oh shit..yes yes yea. As I put it half way in she squirted all over my face and his dick. It didnt faze me, maybe because of the alcohol. I kept going in and out with the plug. Oh my god oh my god don’t stop! I love this shit keep going put it in my ass and fuck my pussy harder. My wife yelled. Damn I don’t remember this side of my wife. I didn’t know who i was with anymore. I kept going as fast as I could she squirted again and again. You want to taste his dick while I fuck you next. What ever you want daddy I wanna please you. We switch position I turned her side ways it was my favorite position I can choke her smack that ass grab that hair and play with the clit. I put my dick in and immediately started pounding the pussy I took my left hand and started playing with her clit it was so sensitive my right hand was grab her hair. I told her to suck his dick til he cum. You wanna cum on my wife don’t you boy. Dude you’ll crazy I form wanna do that. He replied to bad you don’t have a choice I want you to play with her nipples and then I want you to nut on them. He grab my wife tits hand shaking like he was a diabetic. He started squeezing one nipple and rubbing the other taking his index and middle finger and put it in his mouth and slowly rubbing and squeezing her nipple. I could feel my wife cumming after he did that. All her juices were coming out on top of my dick. I told him I want him to cum. it was time to put an end to this i could feel the moonshine disappearing and i can’t guarantee his safety if i can’t feel this alcohol. He looked at me like i was crazy i told him relax close your eyes cause if you don’t do it Ima shoot you I never threaten someone so much but hell the man is in my house and I’m a criminal defense attorney so I know how to get away with murder. of course I’m not going to murder him but he don’t know that. I chose my wife while she suck his dick smacking her ass and playing with her clit. She begin to get wetter and wetter trying to push me back with her hand. I grab her and pin them down on her back. Holding it with my right arm and smack her ass. you better not stop me! I said. I rub on her clit as I slowed down a little wanting to make sure I feel that pussy. I’m bout to cum oh shit the man said. my wife lifted up her chest as he busted a nut all over her tits. Keep sucking his dick i told her. She lick the rest of the nut out his dick swallowing it like it’s no tomorrow. Kept going as I sped up. I could feel her pussy tighten up on my dick that’s how I knew it was good it begin to feel like the first time we fuck. I haven’t felt it like this since our first time. I kept going i felt the g spot I tap it with my dick her pussy push me put as she squirted on me I jumped back in i begin to lose feeling in my leg as was about to cum. I look at her are you ready jane. Yes nut inside me baby let it all out. I could feel my muscle tight up throughout my body as I kept going as fast as my body would let me She moan so loud . Oh shit yes uh yah uh. She said. Her thighs tighten up as I gave It a few more pounding in her pussy as the walls grip my dick I slowly came inside my wife I was cumming so hard. i could see she had her mouth wide open and she was squeezing the boy dick so hard he had to back up. I kept going cause it turns me on when I nut inside and see her cum and my cum coming out slowly at the same time as I pull out. I went fast as I could because I knew my dick would eventually go soft.. She was still moaning not evening realizing it’s over. I pulled out as slow as I could my dick was white cover it my cum and hers. While we were finishing up the boy done snuck and put his cloths back on. I didn’t even notice Hey I didn’t tell you can leave boy where you going. Look man I gotta get home to my ol lady.. it wasn’t suppose to happen like this. Oh shit you married! you lying cheating motherfucker! You got five seconds to get out my house or ima shoot your ass. 1, 2, 5. I chase his ass out the door if I ever see you again it won’t be pretty. I yelled out the front door. That motherfucker ran so fast it made usane bolt look like a turtle. I went back to my wife told her dinner is on the table. We’ll discuss this later I’m going to sleep. Baby I’m sorry. She looked at me