#yes i know i just posted something about this five minutes ago but I FORGOT THIS BIT OKAY

[secret-sageent]

Can we just...talk about how Chester and Noris' voices start out super computerized and monotone and then slowly as they continue to talk they get more human and emotional like HOLY CRAP THAT IS GOOD

that is the GOOD STUFF RIGHT THERE

i literally can't wait to see where rusty quill goes with this tbh

[highvern]

Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

Remember: Tumblr runs on reblogs and I run on validation in the tags and comments :)

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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them. 

So you go as late as possible. 

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone. 

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial. 

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.” 

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch. 

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back. 

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is. 

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat? 

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week. 

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips. 

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit. 

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary. 

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt. 

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!” 

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.” 

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.” 

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s. 

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up. 

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this. 

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.” 

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?” 

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold. 

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck. 

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. 

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.” 

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.  

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager. 

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half. 

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case. 

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

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Galaxy girl | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Matt has a crush on Y/N, an influencer extremely well-known in the USA, but when she goes to the Zach Sang Show, Matt discovers that she also has a crush on him. When the two meet at a party, how will Matt react?

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Hi beautiful people! I'm Zach, and that is Dan, and welcome to the studio for the first time after many requests, Y/N!" Zach began with his standard intro, the camera moving away from him and onto Y/N, who was sitting comfortably on the couch facing her microphone.

"Hii, wow... I've lost count of how many nights I've spent hours watching your show, Zach, so being here is an honor! Thank you so much for having me." Y/N spoke with a smile on her face, her eyes shining with excitement.

"It's amazing to have you here too. Believe me, the honor is ours." Zach replied, smiling just as much. "But tell me, how is life? Crazy, I imagine." He asked with a smile, taking in Y/N's features.

"Don't remind me, literally crazy! As I have Instagram, Tiktok, and YouTube to manage and post content every day, at least in one, I haven't had time to stop much, you know?" Y/N spoke while gesturing with her hands. "But it's been incredible. Over the past five years, I've loved every moment of it."

"I can only imagine, especially since you have a knack for fashion too, right? I see you a lot at events." Zach commented, taking a sip of his water.

"Yes, exactly. My content is a little bit of everything: humor, fashion, relationships, makeup, Q&A, day-to-day life, etc. I like this really mixed stuff." The girl let out a laugh when she finished.

"Yes, I think that's what attracts so many audiences to you too, right? You have subjects that cover all audiences." Zach commented, receiving a nod from the influencer. "And tell me a little about how it all started, from the beginning."

"Well, I've always been a person who loved to talk, my friends at school joked that if I sat next to an unknown person for ten minutes, within the first minute I would come up with a random topic and start a conversation." Y/N smiled when she heard Zach comment that that was something super interesting and traits of an extroverted person. "Plus, I've always liked having an audience and social media. I had Musical.ly many years ago, where I posted short makeup and hair videos."

"Wow, Musical.ly, I completely forgot it existed." Dan commented, laughing along with the other two.

"Yes, it looks like it was a crazy dream." Zach nodded, glancing briefly at Dan before returning his gaze to Y/N. "I saw some videos from that time. You once mentioned that you took makeup courses, right?"

"Yes, I took makeup courses at Make-up Forever Academy while I was at school. It's always been my favorite hobby." Y/N said, as she stirred her Starbucks coffee cup, her drink still warm. "And on Musical.ly, I only posted that, but over time, the app lost popularity, and people started looking for me on Instagram. At the time, my Instagram was pretty empty, I didn't post almost anything there, just some also makeup things. But then, I needed to change that since Instagram gave me a lot more tools to create more expansive content. It was the moment that I completely lost my shyness with cameras, you know? That's when I started talking about other things besides makeup and hair, and the audience grew. Famous people started following me as well, I remember I panicked about that." She paused, laughing, accompanied by Zach, who was listening intently.

"And my followers started asking for a YouTube channel, where I could make longer videos and each one about something specific. I thought a lot about it, but I took courage and created my channel, and it totally exploded, almost all of my followers from Instagram started to follow me there, but on YouTube the number of people doubled."

"It caught the attention of the public who only used YouTube, right?" Zach commented, nodding in understanding.

"Exactly! And I was just with this two social medias for a few years, until I discovered Tiktok, that's when I discovered that it was like an improved Musical.ly, and that a lot of people made content just on it. I remember thinking: why not? I was already fully on the Internet, and it wouldn't hurt to have another social network. The audience continued to grow, and there were shares all the time, likes, and comments, and with that, we reached 16 million subscribers on YouTube and 6 million followers on Tiktok and Instagram." Y/N finished, her face showing a smile as she momentarily remembered her long journey there.

"Your history with the Internet is truly incredible, you are one of the biggest influencers in the United States and well known all over the world, having started at 15 years old and fighting to grow and gain your own space." Zach praised, clapping playfully as Y/N waved her hand like it was nothing, her face turning red in embarrassment. "But you mentioned a subject I wanted to bring up: celebrities." He said, laughing when he saw the girl take on a fearful look.

"Jesus, what are you going to say?" Y/N asked with a smile on her face, she had already opened up her life and tastes so much to her audience, that she knew she would definitely have said something about celebrities that she didn't remember at that moment, but that Zach would bring up.

"There was a video on Tiktok where you were answering a question from a fan, who had asked what your favorite YouTube channel and your celebrity crush were." Zach began, approaching the microphone to his face. Y/N widened her eyes, taking a sip of her drink to hide her expression, vaguely remembering the video in question. "And you answered that your favorite channel was the Sturniolo Triplets and that your celebrity crush was Matt Sturniolo, is that correct?"

"Oh my God." Y/N muttered, hiding her red cheeks in her hands. "Yes, it is." She let out a nervous laugh. "The triplets are super funny, I just love their content! I'm not going to lie, I've never missed a video of them. I saw that Chris came here this year, right? I think their journey with YouTube is incredible." She said, Zach nodding as he confirmed that Chris had been on the show recently.

"They really are incredible people. Their content is gold. But, is Matt still your crush?" He asked again, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Y/N asked as she smiled sheepishly. "Yes, he's still my crush. I mean, have you seen that man? He's hot, has an incredible sense of humor, and is kind! Just perfect, just no more than Harry Styles." She counted the characteristics mentioned with the fingers of her right hand, laughing when she mentioned the British singer, trying to take all attention away from her admission about her crush.

"Yeah, guys, it seems like if you're not Matt, or Harry, you don't enter Y/N's list." Zach joked, looking at the camera, receiving laughs from the other two there.

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The triplets were lying on the sofa in their home, each in a corner of the space, while using their phones. Sounds of tiktoks and reels echoed through the walls.

Nick was on his tiktok, browsing his For You, watching the millions of edits that his fans made for them, some videos of other subjects appearing from time to time. The boy let out a laugh when he saw an edit of himself with clips taken from the last car video, double-clicking on the screen to give it a like before scrolling his thumb up, Y/N's voice suddenly sounding from his phone.

Nick took his thumb away from the screen momentarily, paying attention to what one of his favorite influencers was saying, smiling as he heard her tell a little about her history with social media.

His smile was replaced by wide eyes seconds later when the girl's comment about his channel with his brothers and about Matt sounded.

"What?" He asked loudly, catching the attention of Matt and Chris, who had confused looks on their faces.

"What what?" Chris asked, locking the screen of his phone and tossing it to the side.

Matt only looked up from his own phone screen momentarily, returning his attention to his Instagram feed.

"You know Y/N?" Nick asked, his eyes darting from Matt to Chris quickly.

"That super famous influencer that Matt has had a crush on for years? Yes." Chris agreed, nodding his head as he adjusted himself in his seat, receiving a slap on the arm from his brother, who lowered his cell the moment the girl's name left Nick's lips.

"She knows who we are, and not only that, she talked about us on Zach's show." The redhead said with wide eyes.

"Zach Sang?" Matt asked, receiving a nod from Nick, who got up and walked closer to his brothers, sitting between the two and raising his phone, increasing the screen brightness and volume before hitting play on the tiktok again.

The video was a compilation of the show's favorite moments with the influencer. The triplets watched in silence until they got to the part where Y/N talked about her channel, also confirming her crush on Matt. Chris quickly turned his face to Matt with his mouth open in shock.

"Matt, THE Y/N has a crush on you." Nick reinforced, pausing the video and turning to his brother, who had wide eyes as he looked at the phone that had Y/N's face on the screen, a disbelief look on his own face.

"That's crazy." He muttered, shaking his head in denial. "It's not possible that my longtime crush has a crush on me, too. That only happens in movies. Right?" Nick rolled his eyes at the comment.

"It might be crazy, but it's not a lie. She wouldn't talk about our channel and reveal her crush on you if it was a lie or a joke." Chris commented as he fixed the hood of his sweatshirt, earning a nod from Nick.

"Next week, there will be that huge and super chic party for the biggest influencers and YouTubers in the United States here in LA, and we received an invitation. I'm absolutely sure she will be there. It would be a great opportunity to make contact with other YouTubers and get to know her, maybe even ask her to participate in a video with us." Nick reminded his brothers of the invitation, locking his phone screen and looking at the two.

"Are you sure about that?" Matt asked, an expression of uncertainty on his face. Out of the three, he was the least fond of parties, although none of them were very fond of it either.

"It would be great for the channel, Matt." Chris reinforced, shrugging. "It wouldn't hurt to try. If we don't like it, we can leave right away. But meeting Y/N seems amazing to me right now, and it would be a great opportunity for you."

"Okay."

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"Are you guys sure about this?" Matt asked after turning off the key in the ignition, keeping his hands on the wheel as he looked ahead, his ears picking up the loud sound coming from the party.

"Matt, it's just going to be a test, okay? It's interesting for us to make more contacts." Nick responded from the backseat, resting his hands on the sides of the front seats as he looked in the rearview mirror, waiting for Matt to look back.

Matt looked up, focusing on Nick through the mirror, who had a neutral expression. The boy shifted his gaze to Chris beside him, who was already looking at him.

Chris offered a reassuring smile, taking his left hand to Matt's right shoulder, squeezing the area.

Matt exhaled deeply as he mentally prepared himself. It had been years since he had attended such a big party.

It didn't take long for the triplets to get out of the vehicle. Matt locked the doors before they started their walk to the mansion where the loud sound of pop music was coming from.

Nick quickly pulled from the pocket of his jeans the invitation he had received in the mail that stated his and his brothers' names on expensive-looking paper and beautiful writing, holding it ready to present to the security guards at the front.

After being granted entry, the three entered the house, stopping for a few seconds at the beginning of the living room while their eyes traveled over the people there, recognizing some of their social media.

The mansion was extremely chic, decorated with golden tones and diamond chandeliers, long marsala red curtains covered the huge windows and columns that resembled those of Greek temples were spread throughout the space, along with two staircases in each hemisphere of the room with wooden handrails and a red carpet that led upstairs.

Youtubers, influencers, and celebrities filled the space, talking or dancing, some drinking, dressed in extravagant and expensive clothes.

Chris surreptitiously pointed to a specific point, making his brothers look there.

"That's Y/N, right?" He asked, earning a nod from Nick.

To Matt, the earth seemed to have stopped spinning, and the world seemed to have become static. The celebrities in the room suddenly stopped, the sound became muffled, and the smell of drinks and perfume disappeared. His breathing seemed to catch, and his throat felt dry.

Y/N looked perfect, having opted for an all-silver outfit: a mid-length skirt with a thigh-high slit from Diesel draped in synthetic silver along with a white crop top also from Diesel adorned her body. A pair of thin silver high heels decorated her feet, complemented by a silver Diesel bag and jewelry in the same color.

She looked like she came out of one of those galaxy movies, but much prettier than its characters.

Matt could have watched her from afar for seconds or minutes, just admiring her beauty and every detail of herself, but it still seemed to be too quick for his liking. Nick woke him from his hypnosis with a weak slap to his chest, getting his attention.

"You definitely don't know how to disguise it." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Nick." Matt responded quickly, frowning and briefly looking at Y/N again, before turning to his brothers. "I'm going to get something to drink, are you coming?" He asked, needing a cold soda at that moment.

Chris nodded, answering for himself and Nick, following his middle brother to the bar that was in the separation between the kitchen and the living room.

The space was extremely chic, a circle-shaped bar with a gold colored counter decorated with details in yellow and navy blue tiles, giving an air of wealth. At the front there were stools with synthetic gold upholstery and at the back, after the space where the bartender circulated, there was a large circular and high table filled with all types of drinks, including the most expensive ones.

Matt leaned his hips against the counter, choosing not to sit down, and glanced briefly at the bartender.

Nick sat on the stool next to him and Chris sat next to Nick, the two starting a conversation about a subject that Matt didn't pay attention to, his attention focused on the people around him, or rather, on one specific person.

His blue eyes went back and forth to Y/N's silhouette, admiring her from afar as he wished to be by her side, accompanying her and being the person she was talking to.

The girl next to Y/N and who had been talking to her since the moment Matt entered the room walked away, saying something while blowing an air kiss to the influencer, who smiled in response and turned around, facing where Matt was, but not looking directly at him, running her eyes around the people while taking sips of her drink, probably alcoholic.

Matt took a deep breath as he gathered his courage, straightening up and starting to take long steps towards the girl, crossing the room and passing among the famous people there.

"Matt, what do you want to- Matt?" Nick began, turning to where Matt was and stopping mid-sentence when he saw that his brother was no longer there.

"He's on his way to get his pot of gold." Chris commented, poking Nick with the index finger of his left hand and pointing at Matt, who was already approaching Y/N.

The brunette stopped next to Y/N, turning so that he was also facing the people around and shoulder to shoulder with her, a few centimeters between them. His hands were in the front pockets of his jeans as he breathed slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

And then her voice sounded like it was the easiest thing she'd done all day. Her voice was silky in person, so inducing that it sent goosebumps across Matt's skin.

"You were working up the courage to say hi..." She lifts the glass, taking another sip, her lips shiny with gloss and bright red lipstick, her tongue escaping her mouth momentarily, licking the residue of the drink there. "Or would you just stare at me all night?" She turned around, facing him.

Matt almost choked on his own saliva as he heard Y/N confirm that not only had she noticed he was there, but she had also noticed that he had been looking at her this entire time. A weight settled in his chest. Perhaps it was shame or lust due to the way she said that without reservation.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. You seemed quite engaged in your conversation." He made up an excuse, knowing full well that he could have gone to the girl from the moment he arrived, but his fear of what would happen held him back.

"Engaged? In a conversation about who here has the most money and fame?" Y/N threw back, furrowing her eyebrows.

Matt looked around them, stopping his eyes briefly on the girl who had previously spoken to Y/N and who was now watching the people with a gaze torn between judgment and desire. A loud laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head in denial, the pettiness of some people impressed him.

"For what it's worth, you're the only famous person here that interests me." Matt commented, his blue eyes focusing on Y/N's face, analyzing her closely. An expression of satisfaction came over his face as he saw a red color take over her cheeks.

"You flatter me, Matt." Y/N looks back at him, their eyes meeting for a few long seconds, before hers travel across Matt's face, mentally taking note of every detail she could notice in the few seconds.

The boy smiled arrogantly when he saw her eyes on him, receiving an eye roll in response.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, his voice taking a deeper tone and his pupil dilating as his lips stretched into a smirk.

"Don't let it go to your head." Y/N responded as she scoffed playfully, allowing the beginning of a smirk to emerge on the right corner of her lip.

At that moment, Matt felt like he could do something, anything, that would make her smile like that again or smile a bigger smile. He thought of a million possibilities of what he could say to cause that reaction in her, longing to feel the butterflies in his stomach again.

"You look beautiful tonight." Matt praised, his blue eyes traveling over Y/N's body momentarily, returning to her eyes. "Not that you just look beautiful tonight. You always look beautiful. But today you..." The boy tried to justify, getting caught on his words. "Look perfect."

A sigh escaped his lips, an apologetic look taking over his eyes as his right hand scratched the back of his neck lightly, feeling like a complete idiot for getting tangled up in front of the girl he has a crush on.

"I'm sorry, this isn't how I pictured myself meeting you." He groaned, looking at the ground in shame, hoping something would surge and save him.

"So you imagined meeting me?" Y/N smiled, feeling arrogant. She bit her bottom lip, feeling smug as she watched Matt blush and his eyes widen. "I'm kidding. You look beautiful tonight, too." Y/N let out a low laugh, returning the previous compliment, running her tongue between her lips, wetting them as her eyes traveled over Matt, pausing lingeringly on his exposed collarbone with the tank top he was wearing, the necklaces that decorated his neck made her mouth water.

Before Matt could even open his mouth to answer her, the sound of footsteps approached, catching both their attention. Y/N tore her eyes away from Matt's blue ones and looked ahead, seeing the same girl from before approaching again, holding herself back from instantly rolling her eyes.

The boy realized that the conversation would change direction and that, perhaps, he would no longer be included in it. A subtle sigh escaped his lips, and he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans again, looking at Y/N briefly, realizing that she was already looking back.

"I'm sorry." She asked, pressing her painted lips into a thin line before a beautiful, wide smile replaced it. "Text me on Instagram. You will be my priority to respond." Y/N spoke before being gently pulled away by her "friend", turning her face back quickly and sending the brunette a wink before looking forward again.

Matt watched her from behind as her high-heeled legs took long, quick steps away from him, a goofy smile taking over his features. He would definitely send that text.

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The Things We Hate [2]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 4017

A/n: I will forever be a clown. When I say I’ll post on so and so, take it with a grain of salt.

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“Roseanne?” Her professor calls, and she pauses just before the door. She was the only one still left in the lecture hall, always packing up slower than everyone else because she was in no rush.

Readjusting her backpack, she turns around, locking eyes with charcoal ones. “Yes?”

Ms. Mayfield was on the older side of the spectrum of teachers in the college. Old enough to be someone’s grandma or great grandma. She was an African woman, the age of sixty-seven, plump with jet black hair usually styled beautifully, her eyebrows plucked, and her lips, today, painted a deep plum. Despite her age she looked awfully young and energetic. She was very kind.

“Could you do me a favor?” Her professor looks awfully apologetic when the words leave her mouth. But Roseanne would be willing to do any favor for her. Ms. Mayfield was her favorite professor, afterall. She was like the parental figure she never had.

She smiled, “Sure. What is it?” 

“Really? Thank you, you're a lifesaver. I’m too old t’be walking down to the old building, it’s bad for my knees— Hold on, you still willing t’go if it’s way down there?” She raised an eyebrow at Roseanne in question.

The old building was an eight minute walk if you were fast and knew a few shortcuts. Not to mention it was dark and spine-chilling with all the creaks of the foundation and whirs of wind. There were definitely a few animals taking home there too.)

“It's not a problem. I go down there all the time, remember?” 

Ms. Mayfield snaps her finger, “Oh yes, forgot about that for a moment.”

“So what am I looking for?”

“It’s a yellow box in the old English composition room’s storage closet filled with old media magazines. I recall the box sitting on one of the shelves. It should still be there,” she affirms.

“I know where that room is, I’ll…” Roseanne trails off. A thud and thump followed by a pained hiss interrupt her, and they look to the noise with confusion.

Higher up in the seating rows, a man stands up from behind the tables rubbing his elbow. He— Avocaté— proceeds to pick up his fallen textbooks and papers as he grumbles under his breath. He zips up his backpack, completely unaware they’re is still people in the room. He realizes this when he looks up and sees them, letting out a loud screech.

“Fuck!” He shouted, hand on his heart. “You both were just going to stare at me the whole time and not say anything??”

Ignoring Avacaté’s question, Ms. Mayfield spoke, “What’d I tell you about sleeping in my class boy? Everyone was dismissed ten minutes ago.” 

He throws his backpack over his shoulder, responding with a huff, walking down the steps.

“I know something that’ll fully wake you up. Why don’t you accompany Roseanne to the old building to get something for me?”  

Roseanne couldn’t hide the opposition on her face if she was wearing a mask. Her eyes bug-out, wide and very dismayed. Her lips undeniably have fallen into a frown that starts to sag the longer Ms. Mayfield doesn’t pay attention to her body language.

She can go alone!

She hopes he declines and goes on about his day. She wasn’t interested in spending twenty-five or so minutes alone with him at all. They barely exchanged more than four dozen words altogether during the two years.  And if they did interact other than talking school, it was his lingering perverted gaze following her when they crossed paths in the hallway. Or the intense flirtatious remarks or “accidental'' fleeting touches when they have to move past each other around the research lab. 

Avacaté purses his lips like a duck and a few moments of silence pass. Roseanne thinks that he looks incredibly dense when he does that. “Fine,” he says after a while. “Lead the way Park.” 

“Hey, why don’t we stop at Subway? I could go for a bite.” 

Roseanne finds herself internally sighing once again. She didn’t sign up to play twenty questions. They’ve been walking for about five minutes now, crossing the grassy courtyard to the other side: the old buildings.

“I’m sure she wants us to get the box to her before the next professor takes the room.”

“Right.” he spoke flatly, slouching over with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. They finally made it to the entrance of the old Arts building and Roseanne pulled the door open, jerking her head to tell him to walk in first. He walks in reluctantly, squinting through the dark.

“This place is creepy man.” He says sullenly, looking around wearily. It was a long hallway before them, ill-lit and desolate. Old papers and trash were strewn across the hall carelessly, posters ripped from the walls, chairs stacked up outside the classrooms. The only light coming in was from the door they entered and the occasional flicker of the overhead light. 

“Are you scared?” She teases. “There’s no boogeyman in here, I assure you.” 

His lips tighten into a thin line and he kicks the air. “No. Let’s just hurry up alright? Where is the light switch for the hallway?” Do the lights even work, is the question.)

“Oh, don’t tell me you believe in the ghost rumors.” She laughs, walking down the hallway with ease, leaving him behind. He scrambles to follow her faintly illuminated figure, footsteps slowing their pace when he reaches her side. 

“The Ghost rumors?” He squeaks and Roseanne eyes him judgmentally. Avacaté clears his throat, “I don’t. Jesus Christ.” 

They don’t talk, just the sound of their footsteps and the building’s occasional creak or whir are heard. Although desperate for a distraction, Avacaté starts up his question game again. “Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Roseanne sighs, “I don’t.”

“That’s unbelievable! You’re so… I don’t understand how you’re not taken. Or maybe you broke up with someone recently?”

“Nope. I don’t prioritize relationships right now. I’m the one rejecting the advances.” 

Avacaté hums, glancing at her. 

“Haven’t found the right guy?” He voiced cheekily as he stepped closer to her side, all sly and sanguine, like the space between them before was the Roseanne-rejecting-advances bubble and that invading it would make him different. 

“No,” she remarked, dodging the arm that was inevitably going to wrap itself around her shoulders and speeding up her walking pace to leave him behind, “I haven't found the right girl.”

“You like chicks…?” She hears him wonder aloud as he pauses in his steps. His shoes slap against the dusty marbling as he joins her side again and he shrugs, throwing her a mischievous grin. “I like chicks too.”

Fantastic.

They approached the door, the sticker on it reading “Music” barely legible. The door opened without needing to be unlocked, creaking as it swung inwardly. Roseanne stepped in first, and immediately after passing through the doorway she felt a sticky, cloth-like bundle of strings lay itself over her face. She let out a yelp, hands furiously swatting the air around her, fingers pinching where she felt the web was stuck.

Avacaté chuckled as he slipped past her into the room. After she was sure there wasn’t anything left stuck to her face, she was met with his amused expression. She rolled her eyes and looked around, lips pursed as her eyes scanned the metal shelves.

“It’s up there,” Roseanne says when she spots it. Tucked between a few files and pushed to the back, it rested on the highest shelf.

“How are we going to get it from up there?” Avacaté was tall, but even on his tippy-toes he wouldn’t be able to reach it.

“Look for a stool or something?” She looked around only to find there was no type of chair present.

“You could sit on my shoulders?” He suggested casually, grinning wolfishly.

Roseanne shook her head with a deep frown. She switches the light switch on, now able to see clearly. There was another door in the room, where she assumed it was the storage closet. Careful not to slip on stray papers she opened the door, and there was a ladder resting against the wall. She drags the ladder out and he takes it from her and unfolds it in front of the shelves. 

Roseanne grabs the sides, fully intending to get the box herself to make this go quicker but he stops her with an arm.

“I'll do it. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t do the hard work.” He winks at her. (Roseanne thinks she just threw up in her mouth.)  

She drags the ladder out of the room’s storage closet and he takes it from her and unfolds it in front of the shelves. 

Roseanne notices the ladder is not sturdy at all. The wood was practically rotted, the metal rusted, and the bolts were on the verge of falling out. She takes a step closer, pointing to the top shelf. “The box should be that yellow one to your left once you climb up.”

“Got it.” He climbs up three steps and pauses as the ladder wobbles and the wood slabs feel weak under his weight. “Er…why don’t you hold the ladder for me?” 

She nods, positioning herself at its side and gripping on to it tightly. 

“Thanks,” he says before searching the shelves, moving things around. “Ah, there it is…”

“Your name reminds me of Avocados,” she breaks the silence.

“Oh you think so? Do you like avocados? You look like you’d be an avocado type of girl.”

“I hate them, actually,” she quipped. A shiver passes through her as she remembers her unpleasant encounters with the vegetable. “The texture and taste is troubling to me, and even after washing your hands they still smell faintly,” she eyes him as he climbs higher up. “They’re disgusting.”

He hummed in response. Having finally reached the box, he grabbed it and climbed down the ladder carefully.

“We have it now, let's go back.”

“Wait,” He sets the box on the ground, taking a step near her. “You still have some spider web in your hair.” He says, reaching out to remove it but she backs up instinctively. Roseanne gives him a look, “No It’s alright, I’ll get it myself.” 

His brows furrow at her actions, and he defensively holds his hands up. “Why are you so jumpy? I was just trying to help. So let me, I got it.”

He reaches out again to touch her hair, having no regard to her personal space despite her previous reaction. Like before, she backs up again, one foot behind the other onto the scattered papers. “I said no.” She says again, yet he insists and ignores her words, still reaching out towards her. She takes another step back and stumbles because of a stray box.

“Careful!” He yells, reaching for her wrists. A mocking smile rests on his lips. “You’ll trip if you keep backing up…” His grip is brusingly strong and he pulls her towards him with little effort. The feeling of his cold and calloused fingertips against her skin made her tense. The touch was so brief, so fleeting, but uneasiness made itself apparent instantly. And the aggressive feeling of disgust boiled from within. It’s traveling, crawling and pricking along her skin like tiny needles and she feels absolutely repulsed. Perspiration forms on her forehead and upper lip and ragged breaths escape her. She’s stiff as a board and she looks at him with a withering gaze.

For Roseanne, it’s all too much.

Something tells her the sensory overload she’s experiencing inside is rearing itself on the outside when Avacaté backs away from her cautiously, letting go of her wrists. His hand goes to his neck and rubs nervously, “I'm sorry. It was all in good fun, I didn’t mean to—“

“Shut up." She snaps, stepping back as he takes a small step closer. "Don't ever— don't ever fucking touch me again without my permission.” With a scowl painted on her features, Roseanne marches to the box and picks it up by the cut-out handles and leaves the room. She walks all the way back to the lecture hall and hands Ms. Mayfield the box, receiving a ‘thank you’ as she does so.

“Where’s Avacaté?” She asks, prompting Roseanne to scowl. 

“Right here,” He breathes out, leaning in the doorway as his chest rises up and down, seemingly tired. Roseanne inwardly grins knowing he had to find his way back all alone.

She raises a brow at him but doesn’t comment on why he looks like he’s been running. “Thank you for the box,” she says and he gives her a thumbs up, walking out. Roseanne leaves shortly after exchanging a few more words with Ms. Mayfield.

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“I had to go to the old building with him.” Roseanne almost growls. She walks in step with her other best friends, Jisoo and Jennie. They ran into each other (literally) in the hallways and were walking to the dormitory building.

“Oh? How’d that go? I heard he was a bit notorious for flirting with the girl population of the campus,” Jennie muses.

“For starters the rumors aren’t wrong.” Bitterly, she adds, “he’s brasher than I thought.”

“I can agree that he’s good-looking, but I think he’s using the charm in all the wrong ways if you ask me.” Jennie shrugs, and Jisoo and Roseanne hum in agreement.

“He’s too touchy is all.” Roseanne reasons, eyebrows knitted as she rubs her arms with an absent look. 

“Yeah, we can see that. He already has his arm around another random girl.” Jennie laughs, but throws Roseanne a concerned look over Jisoo’s shoulders.

Jisoo scoffs, her eyes burning a hole into Avacaté. To her, it was obvious he made Roseanne uncomfortable. Even as they turn the corner her eyes linger on him till he’s out of view. Jennie sulks as she watches Jisoo, who is stuck in her headspace once again worrying about Roseanne. So much so that she almost runs into a pole.

“Get your head out of the gutter Jisoo!” Jennie scolds.

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“Hey, sorry I’m late,” an out of breath Roseanne startles you. She sets her backpack on the floor and takes the chair across from you, features apologetic. “I was waiting for my clothes to get done.” You guess she didn’t want anyone taking her clothes out of the machine because she took too long to take them out.

“It’s okay, no worries,” you respond. (She was only six minutes late and if she’s stressing over something like that you can tell she likes to be punctual and that this is unordinary for her.) She smiles at you and you take in her appearance.

Roseanne was a lean girl, she was on the taller side, broad shouldered and small waisted, toned all around and curvy at the hips; her physique was on par with a model, you thought. Her eyes were almond shaped, the color a shade somewhere between an umber-brown and olive-green. And, like her nose, her jaw was sculpted. She had pouty lips, the color of them a deep pink ( ,almost popsicle stained). Her honey-blonde hair was tied up with a simple ribbon and two strands were left out in the front. And due to the warming weather she’s wearing jean shorts and an old oversized band t-shirt halfway tucked into the side. 

“You look comfy,” she comments with a smile, taking note of your college sweatshirt and sweatpants. You look down at your attire and smile shyly. “I definitely am. And I know it’s not the best choice with the temperature outside, but I don’t plan on going anywhere anyways.” 

“Neither do I, well, except my other classes.” She crosses her arms over her chest, “So, Lisa told me you were looking for a new dorm?”

“That’s right.” You reply, nodding. “There’s tension between me and my current roommate that’ll probably last forever, honestly,  because I stopped being friends with her and a few others and that didn’t go so well,” you grimace. “So I’d like to get out of there as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I’m not against letting you move in as I haven’t used that room for anything but storage, but I want to discuss a few things first?”

You lean back in your chair, “Ask away.”

It was like an interrogation. It was normal questions mostly, like pet peeves, daily schedules, cleaning and chores. You were given a having-guest-over lecture that sounded undeniably like Lisa’s. (You wouldn’t be surprised if she told you some things about you.) You told her you wouldn’t bring anyone over, and if you do you’d let her no beforehand. Roseanne reluctantly informed you that she was a bit of a clean freak, which you believe you could deal with. You figured out she was a night owl, contrasting your early-bird nature. 

“Since the dorm is more like a small apartment than the one-room dorms, we'll have to come up with a chore chart or something. But other than that I can’t think of anything else to ask.” 

“That's fine. When will I be able to move in?”

“I think the weekend would be best, so I’ll have time to take my things out of the room.” 

You nod. “Thank you so much.” 

She smiles. “Of course.”

You and Roseanne part ways when the time for your afternoon classes start. 

You have Painting, where most of the time you’re given a subject and are supposed to paint it within constants or using your own creativity. It was one of your funner classes.

The room itself had different levels of elevation, where each row 10 easels and stools were placed. There were only two rows because some preferred using desks. 

Always the earliest one to arrive, you say hello to your Painting professor and move to the back rows, one seat away from the window. You get up and walk to the bins that hold new canvases of all sizes, grabbing a 15 x 15 inch one. The paint was the next thing you grabbed, and you picked your colors while occasionally glancing at the assortment of objects your tracer laid out. 

Apon walking back to your seat you noticed the twins were here. You befriended them at a party last year, where you caught them drunk out of their mind stuffing Cheeto puffs into a disposal, laughing like maniacs. You called them an Uber home and since then, after realizing you shared a class this year, you became friends.

“Hey guys,” you greet as you maneuver around one of them. One had chosen the seat closest to the window, and the other the one beside you. 

“Hello,” they say simultaneously. Definitely twins, you think, shaking your head.

Cooper and Curtis— their dad is obsessed with names that start with C, they told you— are identical twins who transferred from Paris. You are only able to tell them apart because Cooper keeps his face shaven, free of facial hair and looks younger because of it, while Curtis has a styled beard or noticeable stubble. 

“What’s been going on with you?” Curtis questions after he’s finished getting his supplies. 

“I left my friend group finally, and good news, I’m moving dorms with Roseanne.”

“About time you did!” He inputs and you kick his shin. 

“We know. I bet you’re super excited to be around some pretty girl.” Cooper winked and made an obscene gesture.

“No,” you dismiss flatly and he pouts. You blink, suddenly quizzical. “Pause. How did you guys know I was moving dorms?” 

“Word spreads fast,” is all he says, glancing at Krystal who sits a few rows in front of you. (You don’t have to worry about her hearing anything because she has her headphones on, surely blasting music.)

“Well what’s spreading this time? Bet she made herself the victim and went on about how bad a roommate I am and how happy she is that I’m switching.”

“Right on, unfortunately. I don’t think anyone…well, anyone who knows you would believe all that.” 

“I call bullshit man.” Curt inputs, muttering under his breath when his paint squirted all over his palette. 

“BS, Curt, BS. You know how Professor Woods is about profanity,” you scold.

He rolls his eyes at you. “N'agis pas comme si tu ne maudissais pas chaque instant qui passe.”

“What?”

“Rien.”

You shrug, knowing what he said had to be some witty response. One day, you swear, you’ll be able to understand what he says in French.

“So, who is your new roommate?” Cooper asks and you turn to him.

“You remember Roseanne? Lisa’s friend?”

“Oh her? You’ve hit the jackpot my friend.”

“I think I did too. She’s really nice and funny. She’s gorgeous too. But I’ll have to try to not disturb her…” You have to follow Roseanne’s rules and not bring people over. (Which you did in the past because Krystal and Jackson loved being loud in the bedroom. It was just a little payback.)

“Someone as nice as that has to turn out to be a real demon, I mean come on, don’t you watch thriller movies?” Curt retorted.

You snort and Cooper nudges you in the side with a boyish grin on his face. “He’s right though! As dreamy as she looks and as you make her sound,” he teased as he mixed blue paint with his brush. “She could secretly be a sadist— like, has a room full of leather whips and sharp objects and kinky stuff.” 

You roll your eyes in response, looking at him like he was hopeless. “I bet you’d totally be into that wouldn’t you.”

A flush rose to his cheeks and he coughed, “No! But my point still stands.”

“Yeah yeah.”

…

Roseanne hears you before she sees you.

You’re a menace in the hallways, being as loud as possible as you greet almost every person you walk by (that is, if you’re not hungover). It's a talent of yours— shoving your image in someone’s face until they drown underneath your confidence. She wonders how you do it. How are you not discouraged and shamefaced at the unhappy drowsy looks thrown your way, the scoffs and rolling of eyes, the wolf whistles? She does not know; you’re a feat on your own.

Even so, she was no exception to this rule, with you stopping by her locker and throwing a mischievous smile her way. “Morning, Roseanne.” You greet casually, leaning against the wall next to her. Yet the way your eyes do a sweep of her figure isn’t so casual. You make it your daily routine to, as you say, make her mornings a tad more interesting. She doesn’t believe it’s out of the good will of your heart though. She knows you want something.

“Good morning, (Y/n).” You smile at her simple response. And she expects you to walk off and do whatever it is you do, but you stay leaning against the lockers, watching her do her thing. You’re lingering, and she can feel your stare. “Did you need anything, or did you just pop up for fun?” You detect bitter annoyance in her tone, a faint trace of amusement. 

Roseanne Park isn’t a nice morning person. Noted.

“Oh, uh…” Recoiling from her tone, you straighten up and off the wall. “I thought we could go grab coffee? Or lunch? Whatever’s open. I thought since we’re going to be roommates and all soon I’d like to get to know you some more.” You look hopeful when she faces you, but she can see part of you is expecting a flat refusal with the way you chew on your bottom lip anxiously. 

Roseanne’s answer is quick. It’s a tempting offer, she’s in desperate need of something to fully wake her up. She supposes it wouldn’t be terrible to accompany you instead of going alone herself later in the day. Saves her early-day professors from suspecting she has an attitude because of her crankiness. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know you more either.

 “Sure, let’s go?”

Would you like to continue?

[hihopelessromantics]

Through the Wall Chapter 2.5

A nanatsu no taizai fanfiction

hehehe I forgot to post this here. I hope whoever was reading this back in March sees this and knows that oops I am totally invested in writing things for this fandom now.

This one gets dark. Trigger warning for child/ infant abuse (ft the Demon King) and suicidal ideation (poor Meliodas, there's no way that specific issue didn't come up sometime before the curse)

Without further ado, here's this au's take on Meliodas meeting his brother for the first time.

~~

150 years ago. 

“So, the Demon King will have a second son?”

“If he’s strong enough, yes.” 

“Don’t come out until I call for you. Or until your sense your father’s return.”

With his breathy whisper fading into the air, Chandler stepped back, and clicked the door shut. His young pupil slumped over the moment he was out of sight, relinquishing a facade of stoic, unwavering strength. The boy wept, grateful for his first moment of true solitude in what felt like his whole life, and the chance to maybe do something about this worthless state of existence. He scrambled further back into the dark crawlspace of the, literally, godforsaken tower in what was comically his least favorite patch of rocky cliffs in the entire Demon Realm, which Chandler promptly told him five minutes ago was Meliodas’s own birthplace. How fitting. 

Retrieving a small knife from his boot and trying to shake the numbness of his mind, Meliodas kept crawling until he felt the floor drop out from under him. He launched themself down there, landing softly on all fours. The stench of flesh blood told him this was the place Chandler indicated - and the more unsettling stench of old blood, which he hadn’t mentioned, sparked a hint of an emotion Meliodas thought was dead. Curiosity. Cursing in his mind, he breathed in more deeply and actually took in his surroundings, but couldn’t find either any hint as to what could have happened here or an actual reason to investigate. Just old stonework and scattered cloth blankets. It’s not like he had any energy left to care. He had just enough to thank that old tutor of his for those cryptic, vague suggestions that meant Chandler probably wouldn’t be surprised if this little adventure ended up killing Meliodas if he did something wrong. Typical Chandler, he thought. But for once it suited him. Meliodas was tired of being a puppet with no chance to grow a connection to anyone or anything besides killing. He doubted his father’s other pawns minded much when he wasn’t around, and frankly couldn’t care less if the Demon Realm’s government couldn’t pull it together without him. If they had to work themselves to exhaustion, well, serves them right for putting it all on the shoulders of one child who wasn’t even allowed to feel. Oh yeah, and for calling him weak when he told them sometimes he wished he could join the ranks of the dead already. Fuck em. Still, he didn’t want his death propaganda-ized to the Celestial Realm and back, so he’d put the thought off. 

This was good. 

He breathed deeply, the scent of nearby blood as familiar to him as his own reflection. Damnnit, he wasn’t sure just how long he’d have to be alone down here, had no reason to believe it would be more than fifteen minutes, even, but he still wasn’t eager to stick a knife into his neck. I hate my life, Meliodas thought, and sank onto his back. I don’t even want to sleep. 

A garbled sound answered him. Meliodas hit his head on the top of the crawlspace with how quickly he sat up. The blankets were making sounds. He berated himself as he crawled toward the sounds: stupid, stupid, please, please you CAN’T . . . honestly. . . if it just one little sound gets your hearts racing like this, you won’t die OR be able to survive. 

He couldn’t have foreseen what he would encounter there in that crawlspace. The gurgling sounds, and the fresh blood, belonged to a baby who was staring up at the ceiling with a reasonable amount of annoyance. The expression on its little face changed drastically as it took in Meliodas’s stunned face. He didn’t know what to say to the poor thing except, “Must have been scary here all alone here, huh? You okay? You scared?” 

It gaggled as a response and smiled an ecstatic, toothless grin. Without any more hesitation, Meliodas tore off his shirt and jacket, using the former to clean off the baby as best he could before holding the little one snugly against him. He didn’t understand how the infant hadn’t died of insanity or whatnot after being down here god knows how long. Well, as long as he was here, at least one of them would be happy - he could ensure that much, considering all the stolen moments he had spent in the capital’s nursery. 

He didn’t know how long he was down there.

“You’re a sweet little one, aren’t you?” He teased, as the baby happily chomped on one of his fingers. Judging by its body temperature and willingness to play and interact with him, it seemed to be in decent health. 

“Ah. We should burn this, huh?” Meliodas looked to his now blood-crusted shirt. “Hey. . . wanna see something cool? Hellblaze.” The prince summoned the faintest hint of the fire inherent to his kind, gently and gradually increasing it as his new friend stared and cooed with the utmost excitement at the dark purple flame. The delight in those sparkling green eyes was divine. Meliodas was sorely tempted to teach the little one how to make his own flame, but it was so clearly and stunningly younger than the children he was used to. He couldn’t remember anything the castle staff or nurses said about that which they called infants, the youngest demons. But he remembered the sting of hellfire well enough to withdraw the idea almost immediately. 

“Ah - no, don’t eat it! Ssh, no, I’m not upset, I’m sorry I raised my voice, I’m sorry. It’s just, magic isn’t the safest thing, okay? You’ll learn when you get your own. It should be… ah… I don’t know, a couple of years? Decades? I only know I’m an exception, being a god’s son and all. So I’m not sure.” 

The baby settled back down into Mel’s arms like it belonged there, grabbing firmly for his hands again. “Let me protect you, okay?” He murmured, pressing their foreheads together. The baby gave a deep, rumbling purr. Reassured, Meliodas mimicked the sound as best he could, having, usually, no reason to make such a sound. 

“I wonder why you appeared in such a place. You have any idea? Nah, of course not. Not like it matters right? Mooooore importantly, do you know what I’m saying?” 

The baby only smiled. 

Playing, occasionally whispering stories to amuse himself with the little one’s reactions. Told him how lonely he was. He forgot it probably couldn’t understand language yet. The part of his mind he was willing to spare toward THINKING with any level of strenuousness occupied itself with the aches and pains and restlessness that made themselves known now that he was truly relaxed.

Eventually, Meliodas gave into the urge and summoned his darkness. It radiated off his body from under his skin, burning away any chill and curling around his limbs in a comforting manner. For some reason, in this moment, it felt more like a living being, like a friend, than ever before, and he felt so earnestly compelled to acknowledge it as such - despite being ordered not to by his father - that he did so. It was a shock to feel some sort of sensory pleasure spike through his body as soon as he had the thought, and he felt his darkness spread through his body on a deep exhale, melting into his cells instead of returning back to the box he’d been accustomed to forcing it into. This didn’t feel unsafe. It felt safer, like a defense mechanism or a bone returning to its proper place. Keeping his magic strangled like that did more than tire him out, he realized. 

He allowed himself a couple of minutes to stretch and adjust before settling back down to check on the little one. It was less content in the pile of blankets than in his arms, so he scooped it up again and tried lacing their fingers together. Still too small. Giddy at a sudden idea, he extended a tendril of darkness forward and curled it around his little friend’s tiny wrist. It shouted in delight, then went about touching and manipulating  Mel’s darkness however it could. Meliodas couldn’t stop smiling at how fascinated the baby was - and how gentle, too. As if the darkness was just another part of Mel’s body and it understood it could hurt him somehow. Not likely, but Mel had gone from being fascinated with what could be going on in the young demon’s mind, to being (oddly) certain of its feelings and intentions. Like it wasn’t difficult anymore. A couple of times it poked Mel’s hand or chest or cheek, even attempting to hold his wrist the way Meliodas always did to check his pulse. 

“I have seven hearts,” the demon prince informed an infant with no knowledge of what a heart was. “I think you have seven too. Oh, don’t be disappointed. You’re plenty special. Hm, see - your eyes are so much more lively and beautiful than mine, even though they’re the same green. ‘No two beings are entirely the same.’ Nurse Grequiene explained it to me once.” 

He went through about 90 or so names before finding one that felt right. He apologized for not knowing any proper infant names as, according to one of his nannies, it was traditional and had been a big deal when the crown prince himself wasn’t given one to begin with.  Meliodas relayed as much of that conversation as he could remember: ‘There wouldn’t have been any of this fuss had you been given the chance to pick one out like all the other kids,’ he’d said, dabbing away at a stain on his bedroom floor. ‘We haven’t respected your father much since, as you know. The castle staff is nonexistent to him. As long as we stay out of the upper floors of the castle we’re never fired, just shuffled around or - well I shou- I won’t burden you with the details now, just know that what you say to us we will keep in confidence. That controlling bastard can only go so far. Remember that. Might have had to go drastic with that nasty rumor to get your sire to let you pick your name like all the other demon kids, but we did it, didn’t we?’

“Naturally, I pestered them for ages about what the rumor was. And it was more wild than I could have hoped for. Turns out! There were demons who dedicated that the goddess queen must have helped to create me after my father refused to let me be community-raised or to pick my own name after I was old enough to understand what that involved. They said I must not be a full demon, because if I was, why would he need to exert so much control over me and discard generations of tradition? Yeah. My father wasn’t pleased with that rumor. He couldn’t find the source, though. By the time he noticed it was just “everywhere,” supposedly, and he opted to pretend the whole situation never happened.” 

The baby listened with interest. The fingers playing with Mel’s golden locks yanked, and he leaned down to accommodate the little one’s stimming. 

“You know what else is interesting?” Inquisitive green eyes stared back at his, and despite its young age the babe looked very much as if eager to share in some conspiracy Mel was about to engage in. Even though it was just words, it could not be more delighted with them, and that was a power Meliodas reveled in. 

“I like you. I like you a lot. Even though I barely know you - I feel like I’m learning, don’t get me wrong. But it’s not like I just trust - or like - people on sight. This is . . . a new thing for me. Oh, and, thank you. I’m a little sleepy right now and can’t recall why, but I feel like I should be thanking you.” 

Let’s go to sleep now, okay? Sweet dreams! 

He didn’t know how many times he’d said that -

Before the thump of a hurried landing reverberated throughout the crawlspace. 

Hm?

Ah. That voice sounded familiar but he didn’t want to hear it. Babe in his arms, he retreated backward, sensing the presence was right about him. Sensing him.

“Hm? No, you’re safe! Come out, come here to me, I -”

“No. Go. Go away.”

“What? No - curses - Young Master!”

Meliodas hissed threateningly and stabbed at the hand reaching out for him with his darkness.

“He’s gone delusional . . . here, here -” 

Suddenly there was air moving freely around him and then he was landing, hard, on the wooden floor of the tower - not occurring to him that there was a trapdoor, he stared dumbfounded up at the familiar face that was rather completely ruining his nice evening.

“Ah - Young Master, put that back.”

“Wha…?”

Pointing at the precious babe in his arms. 

“Put that back, we need to go.”

“No, no, I’m not going anywhere. And there’s no way I’m leaving “that” here!”

Chandler looked at him as if he hadn’t heard or understood. “Young Master, you have to come with me. We must leave shortly.”

“No.”

“You have to. Now,” he repeated, looking downright frightened, but Meliodas only looked down at the precious bundle in his arms and shook his head wildly. The older man’s darkness locked tighter, tighter around Meliodas’s arms, the firm grip reminding Mel of his own hold on the child he’d just met, and he looked up, taking in his tutor’s face for the first time. Pleading. With all of his heart. 

“Please. I like it here.”

“Now is not the time for jokes. Darkness below, you . . .” The older man measured Meliodas’s face once more and, seeming to come to a conclusion, sighed. “Alright.”

His face split apart into a smile. “Thank you, Ch -”

And his vison went black. 

When he woke up, he woke up alone in his bedroom.

Yes, the training was a massive success, he proved quite sturdy. 

He did not move or attempt to get up. He was alone once more, that he knew, and in that moment, that was all he needed to know. 

I promised to protect . . .

I promised. I promised.

You put your hands on me. It wasn’t even training and you hurt me.

He had been out for quite some time, attended to by some very concerned staff at all times. He couldn’t find it in himself to be grateful, though he smiled and thanked them all the same when he finally regained the strength to do so. 

After all,

We have doomed a life to death.

“Meliodas?” 

The voice was tentative. Chandler - no, the old man - had done well in giving him his space, as Meliodas did not know himself if Chandler’s blood would not have stained the floor, should he have come close. 

He missed the fact he was called by name.

“Meliodas, I have some good news I know you’ll love.”

No, I’ll never love anything, ever again. 

And I’ll soon be dead. I refuse to live.

“Come to the throne room. Your father has promised a lovely surprise. Yes, I know it makes you anxious, but you have to go now. And I’m sure you’ll love it.”

He didn’t answer. Just silently dressed himself and walked out, the perfect picture of the poised, proper prince, all the way to the throne room. This would be the first of his father’s surprises to truly surprise him. Which is exactly how his father expected it. Everything would be how his father expected it. 

Again.

“You have a brother,” announced the Demon King. 

That jolted Meliodas right out of his thoughts fast enough that he almost made a facial expression. The Demon King laughed heartily. 

“He has passed the test, as you have, and I am proud to welcome him into the royal family. He has no name and nothing to call his own yet. You shall look after him from this point forward.” 

“I will do as you will. The task - it pleases me.” The response was somehow spoken in a steady tone despite the whirlwind of emotions making him want to sink to his knees and melt into a puddle of blessedly free liquid. “I’ve never had a brother before,” he tacked on, not really knowing how his father knew his brother was a brother and oh yeah, he didn’t care much for being considerate, did he? Oh fucking well. 

“I imagine so!” laughed his father. “Come here, child.”

Meliodas did so, and his father with his great statue plucked up a small bundle of cloths from the ground and placed it with insufficient caution in his sons (not waiting) arms. To his own horror, Meliodas caught the babe swiftly and in but a moment had it secure . . . cradling gently . . . just as he had with his little friend who at this very moment was surely dead and quite heartbroken. Hearts protesting this state of existence, and probably the fact he had forgotten air as a necessity, he sucked in air and practically choked on it.

His father laughed, genuinely amused at his carefully crafted son’s loss of composure. “What is the matter, son? Is he not to your liking? Ah! You haven’t even seen him yet. Yes, yes, let me take - that - off and let you see.” 

He peeled the blankets away and revealed a very annoyed-looking infant with striking green eyes. “The audacity . . .” Those eyes seemed to say. “What the fuck are you trying to do, kill me?” 

Meliodas took another deep breath.

“Fantastic, isn’t it?”

He said nothing, very much preferring to say nothing to that man and not caring if he couldn’t get away with it this time. The babe - his brother, though he should laugh at the thought. How could THAT possibly be? - had reached up to pull a strand of golden hair into his mouth. 

“His name is Zeldoris.” 

Those were the first words he had willingly spoken since regaining consciousness. 

And it was the first time he dared to smile in front of his father. It was an angry kind of smile. Something the Demon King deserved well and good. It spoke every bit of both Meliodas’s and Zeldris’s wrath toward being put in their situation. And it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Very good,” replied his father, who for god knows what reason seemed pleased his firstborn child was furious, and was definitely - as Mel decided later - oblivious to the real cause. “The servants will show you the appropriate room to put him in.”

~~

“Why is Meliodas refusing to speak to you?”

“I do not know, Master, but I imagine he is irritated as of late. His temper is quite something, and he sure knows how to direct his frustration.”

“Well, that is no worry at all. It’s not as if Zeldoris is getting older any faster, ha. Still. I didn’t assign him to you for you to be meek and docile and his personal punching bag. You better keep him in line, you hear? Don’t let me catch you making a fool out of that boy.”

“Yes, I know, Master. And your boy is no fool. I’m quite proud of him, actually.  He takes no insult sitting down. The soldiers shall fear his wrath and crave his - and yours by natural extension - approval.”

“Good. That is how it should be. And, if he does continue to treat you with such disrespect - or refuse to talk to you for any extended period of time -  tell me at once.”

“As you will, Master.”

~~

Meliodas’s resolve to never speak warmly to Chandler held firm. And Chandler did not say a word about it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Special thanks to @7-ratsinatrenchcoat for helping me figure out how I want to approach writing the wacky old man that is canon Chandler and special thanks to @zorria for previewing this for me to make sure it makes sense and is fit for Reader Consumption.

Let me know if you want me to clarify any of the plot for this one!

[aceofspades-sml]

Newsies 30/07 matinee - closing matinee

So yes the show closed almost a month ago but I just found this in my drafts and realized I never actually published my notes from this show so... Here you go ! (Also let me know if you want my actual notes from closing night because I just kept ranting about random moments but can totally do an organized post if required)

Cast : all the main actors were on, Les was played by Harry and Bobbie did Hannah but not Splint since she was still sick

Josh's presence on stage at the beggining is so good- like man just owns the stage for the first 30 seconds and oh boy does he enjoy it. Race of all times.

After Buttons steals apples at the beginning he gives one to Ike and then they both spot Tommy boy kind of sulking in a corner and Ike throws him an apple while they both look at him like "take care, kid"

When Tommy boy comes back on for Carrying the banner the apple is still in his hand and I think it's adorable

Matthew was definitely already losing it in the Prologue and like. Mood. I kid you not he was crying for the whole show

Carrying the banner being the mess it usually is

Jacob Albert was back and ready to throw hands with anyone coming close to him. Especially if that person happened to be Oscar Delancey.

"Whatever happened to rOmAnCe"

Henry getting on his knees and crawling toward Wiesel with a pout and Wiesel just sighing and giving him the papes

Harry was such a cute Les oh my god. Actually everytime he was onstage I just kept turning toward my friend mouthing "he is adorable" but like he is so precious and must be protected at all costs

"and guess what ? 🎶He got elected🎶"

"buy a pape from a poor orphan boy ?" "nO he's not an orph-" ft jack holding his boyfriend back

"why don't you come home with us fordinnerimean"

Bowery beauties <3 also Lillie Pearl giving Les a feather from her costume while Davey's entire attitude is just "les NO"

For the first time I noticed Specs and Albert on top of the stage directing the lights during that's rich I love them

Also during That's rich Ike, Buttons and another newsie (if anyone remembers who PLEASE tell me i can't believe I forgot) are watching the show and they are a mess

"hey baby I was just talking about you !" *points at Ike* ft Ike standing up super excited and Buttons going "sit DOWN" while violently gesturing to prove Medda was pointing at him

And then "Life is too short to waste it on youuuu" *points again* and Buttons just mimics following her finger like "see she is pointing at ME"

Anyway also Alex looking at Lindsay for the whole song

When Albert is getting back down after That's rich and Katherine arrives he just looks impressed and stands aside

"we got a father too !" Davey desperatly trying to get his brother to stop talking

Oscar pacing back and forth before world will know while Morris is just sitting there with his legs hanging from the structure

I don't know if it was just me or because I was really close to the stage for the first time or something but Wold will know was the most intense I have ever heard ?? As in I always get chills during this song but then more than usual. Even in the evening it wasn't like that idk this one was just super intense I loved it

Finch physically dragging Crutchie away from the gates of the World after jack, Davey and les are thrown out

"two cents for a glass of seltzer ? Just give me a watah" then Race (who is sitting at albert's table) snatching the glass of seltzer from Jacobi's plate and Jacobi just grabs it right back in a way that says 1- he was expecting it 2- this is totally a thing Racer does every time

Race then proceeds to look personally offended for the next five minutes of the show

"I would say we launched our strike in the most auspicious manner" *longest silence you ever heard* "I dunno about thaAT"

Another one to add to the list of "who wants Brooklyn ?" reactions : mark spending a good minute wrapping his neck ribbon thingy around his eyes

"why don't I tell you what I'm hoping for for tonIgHt" and "can't you see it ? In my eyyyyes ?" This is true comedy right here. Jack trying so hard to be a straight guy and failing miserably.

Bronté legend queen goddess nailing the best Watch what happens ever

When the scabs arrive and Albert just shoves Tommy boy so hard he falls on the floor and Buttons has to help him up oh my god

Anyway I will make no comments about Seize the day nor Santa fe because I was bawling my eyes out at this point. And so was everyone on stage. All I can say is during the name call when it was Les's turn everyone started cheering and it was the cutest moment ever

ANYWAY king of new york my baby love of my life

Everyone rolling their eyes to high heaven when Katherine shows up

"the world's your erster !" Josh Race ceo of saying the dumbest things you have ever heard with an unmatched level of confidence

Featuring Henry's entire "what the absolute hell" attitude I love him like "your WHAT ?????"

I could talk about this scene for hours but anyway sitting in the bronx was so scary when they started spinning on the lamps lmao

The spoon crown is still the cutest thing ever done in newsies to this date <3

And like I never talk about it but I absolutely love how they removed the awkward moment when Katherine starts tap dancing and they all look at her legs because urgh I always hated this moment. But here ? Nothing ! They are just having good fun !

Anyway Matthew already crying during Letter absolutely broke me so I won't talk about it

Did I ever mention Davey is gay

"Front page news above the fold ! Oh yes. Above *flips paper* the *flap* fold *flip* !"

WWH reprise had me absolutely dying because of how adorable Les was okay bye

"Can we table the palaver and *angrily stomps foot* go back to business ??"

Jack and Davey are gay. If you even care.

The scene in Pulitzer's office is always so heartbreaking because you have jack being so confident and all but then the second Katherine appears you can see how heartbroken and lost he is

Michael's facial expressions >>>

Also the way he just has a flight reflex the second Snyder appears like urgh

And Oscar and Morris grab him violently and one of them (I wanna say Morris ?) growls "let's don't" like Jack is trapped in every way possible

Brooklyn's here my baby my angel love of my life

As much as I missed Stray I absolutely loved Lucy's energy on "when you doooo" and her lil high five with Spot

Brooklyn girlsies have my heart now and forever like "Pips !" "Ritz !" "Mack !" "SPOT !!"

Queens

Anyway the rally was. something. I was finally able to catch some of the unscripted comments (what with being in the bronx and all) such as Tommy boy going "how is that realistic ??" and it just made the whole thing so much more heartbreaking

Also the way Davey has to build up so much confidence to speak in front of everyone and then Jack arrives and turn everything he just did to nothing

Finch booing Jack with his whole chest is honestly one of the best moments of the show he just puts his whole heart into this

Gosh I had missed Michael and Bronté's dynamic during Something to believe in they are. they were. them. the best.

"It's good to have you back" "...shut up"

Jack's reaction to bill and darcy will never not be funny because he fully says "I suppose you are the son of William Randolph hearst ?" as a joke and then Bill answers with the straightest face possible and Jack is left like "?????" (Picture that one Pikachu gif if it helps because that's exactly the face Michael makes at this moment)

Spot and Race were flirting idc

"he can't talk right now he'll call you bAcK" *hangs up* *picks up the phone again* *incoherent sobbing*

"no you can't come i-" see uksies is great because they actually made spot scary. Lillie Pearl just has to stomp in front of Bunsen and he backs up to the other end of the stage

I missed almost the whole scene in Pulitzer's office after Once and for all because I was busy looking at Ross Lindsay and Josh in the aisles behind me leave me alone. Also because I was sat right opposite ross's sister and they just spent the whole scene waving at each other

"I am told we once shared a carriage ride !" "I TOLD YOU"

Roosevelt pointing at Les and harry's reaction was just adorable

There is something so personal about Race just going "it's Snyder the spider !" in such a genuinely mean way and Tommy boy having to physically hold him back and dragging him away so he can chill

Anyway I was full on sobbing at the end but during the bows I could see Ryan and Harry making up their bow choregraphy in the back and they were adorable

...this got way longer than I expected I am so sorry I think I am slightly in denial

[tammyjackson50-blog]

five years ago || P.2

(writing without any plans, just what U'm thinkung at the moment, so I hope that it will turn out ok lol)

//<;- Part one // Part three ->

Summary: What happens when you find your way back to a good friend from the past through a song he wrote five years ago?

A week later

It has been a week since I made that post , and ever since then I didn't return the note with his song back to the box, I put it right next to my computer.

I already memorized the note because of the number of times I have read it.

I didn't believe that he would see my post, like, what are the odds? But….I check my email every day, even though I'm trying to just forget about it.

Anyway, it has been five years, will he even remember it at all?

"Bestie, did you check your email?" Kat asked, "Yes, I did, nothing new, Katie, we should just forget about it, it's a bit ridiculous, I guess," she laughs. "Oh, come on, don't tell me that you don't want him to see your post, that you are not waiting to talk to him again, so he could write songs for you again."  I looked at her smiling—" not funny, didn't laugh “.

She got up and went over to the door of my room. "Come on, party pooper, let's go out , maybe an ice cream will cheer you up." I got up. "Who said that I'm upset?”.

The weather is getting hot, summer is around the corner.

"Kat, do you really want to go out of town now?" I asked my very lovely friend, who just loves doing stuff spontaneously. "YES, It’s going to be fun! " she said as she held my arm while we were walking towards the freaking train.

20 minutes later

"Ice cream, Katrina, ice cream," she looked at me, rolling her eyes, "I know, Y/N, I know! Sorry, Mcfly, but I know this good place, and they have amazing ice cream” She calls me Mcfly because of my favorite movie, "Back to the Future." 

"I really hope that this ice cream is worth it, Styles." guess why I call her like that.

Few minutes have passed, and there are a lot of people in the train station, obviously, people who are going to work, people who are going to meet their friends or family members, hang out, and there are people who are not going on the train, people that are trying to make money by singing or playing instruments in the train station here.

Our train finally came, since there were many people it was kinda hard to get into the train.

As the door opened we were getting pushed by the people around us, people that are trying to get into the train like we are.

As we tried to get in,I accidentally pushed someone, causing them to drop the drink they were holding.

Somehow I managed to bend down to the floor to pick up the drink, while all the people around me rushed to the train.

I just prayed that I wouldn't get pushed or something.

“ I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to” he got up and I looked at him “ no no that’s fine- Y/n? “ Everything stopped, for a moment I forgot about the train and Kat, it felt like a weird dream, he was the last person I thought I'd see “ Eddie? “ it was hard to even hear what he was saying because of the loud noises in the background but I swear that he said my name. “ Y/N WE NEED TO GO “ Kat grabbed my arm and then he held my hand, I don’t know what he tried to do but everything was going so fast that I held his hand for a second and I was already on the train.

We didn’t find a place to sit in the train for obvious reasons, we were a bit squashed because of the amount of people that were in the train.

I looked at my hand trying not to drop what I'm holding—a ring, a ring that slipped off one of his fingers, a ring that really made me believe it was really him and not just someone who looked like him.

Back at home

It was a nice day, honestly , and it went by really fast.

After we got out the train I told Kat what happened before she grabbed my arm so I wouldn't miss the train. We were in the line for the ice cream, it did look like a very promising place if you ask me.

“ What the fuck Y/n, are you joking ? “ she said and her voice was getting high from what I told her “ I wish I was joking Kat, I’m really confused “ the line was getting shorter.

“ What are you going to do now? “ I looked at the ring and said “ no idea Katie, probably nothing you know “.

We were talking about what happened, Kat wanted me to have fun and not overthink so much ,so we went to the mall and we just enjoyed the day together until the evening.

And here I am now, sitting in front of my computer in the dark, thinking about what happened in the train station, until my thoughts were cut off when a notification sound came out of my computer.

I got a message from my Gmail, so I clicked on it,

It was from someone named

- @ Michelle86

would you like me to continue?

Btw, my favorite movie is back to the future lol

[harrison-abbott]

A BUSY ROUNDABOUT

The kettle was bust. It’d died yesterday, and he only just remembered now, at a miserable seven a.m..

 “Fuck.” So he put some water in a pot and stuck that on the stove, old fashioned style. Then went up stairs to get ready because the water would take a while to heat. Then he forgot about the kettle and let it on for five minutes and when he came back to the kitchen the windows were all puffy and half of the water was evaporated. Poured what was left onto some coffee granules that crackled.

 When he was a kid he never ate in the mornings because he was too nervous about school. Now he had no appetite because he got semi-bullied at work. He’d read in a newspaper article recently that lots of people preferred working at home, post-lockdown, because they no longer had to put up with bully colleagues/bosses.

 For years he’d thought it was only him that was the victim.

 Finished the coffee. Out unto the approaching autumn. Coldest day of the year for several months. Breath in milky clouds; lusciously coloured leaves on the road.

 He didn’t really feel like a man or woman or anybody during the bus ride into town. There was a busy roundabout near his office building (where he worked) and it was always just pumping with angry cars. And stuffed commuters awaiting the green man. He thought about chucking himself off of the sidewalk in front of an oncoming van. It’d be easy, wouldn’t it? Would his name appear in the papers?

 The green stickman shone and he walked with fifty people to the other side of the street and then he was in his workplace and inside the elevator and there was a pretty girl who was ten years younger who worked on one of the other floors and with whom he had this pathetic crush.

 “Morning,” he said, just she and him in the elevator.

 “Mmm,” she said. Not words. She didn’t do words.

 Up to his floor. Got off and walked down the corridor and there was the sad deranged buzz of static, the smell of the carpets.

 “Hello there, Marcus!” his boss yelled.

 “Hey there, Floyd.”

 “You got a spare five minutes in my office, Marcus boyo?”

 “Sure thing.”

 Mark’s name was Mark and not Marcus; Floyd enjoying calling him the latter as a sign of laddish friendship which didn’t exist: Mark fantasised about bringing a knife into work, fairly often, and stabbing Floyd in the neck. (Or there were blades aplenty in the staff kitchen – he could just use one of those.)

 “So what’s up, chief?” Mark said, once inside the office.

 “Ach, nothing drastic. How are you doing?”

 “I’m good, yeah. Something on your mind?”

 “Was just wondering about those reports?”

 “Ah, yeah.”

 “Did you get them done?”

 “Yes, I got them finished last night.”

 “You did?”

 “Yeah I have them with me today. Can ping them through to you right now if you like. Email them …”

 “When did you get them finished?”

 “Last … evening. I completed them when I got home, all fifty files. They’re done.”

 “But I asked you to have them done for me by five yesterday.”

 “Oh.”

 “Five o’clock: you were supposed to email them to me by the end of the day.”

 “Ah, yeah well I’d gone through like 47 of them and, umm, my brain was a bit frazzled. Haha. So I thought I would do the last three at home. They’re all complete. As I say.”

 “Okay, but, when I say there’s a deadline, I mean it.”

 “Sorry, Floyd. Sir.”

 “It’s fine, but. You know? We all have to keep to the targets.”

 “My apologies, boss. I’ll send them over now.”

 “Good.”

 Floyd picked his coffee mug up and studied Mark for a moment. Mark heard the milk and coffee glug down into his gullet. Floyd was a semi-handsome man with carefully dealt-over facial hair and this small scar on his left brow (his eyebrow, where the hair wouldn’t grow over this white scar) and Mark had always wanted to ask him how he’d gotten it. Was it in a fight or some childhood knock or something? Maybe his mother had fallen down the stairs when she was preggo with him, long ago.

 But he’d never had the gall to query.

 “How are you doing in general, Marcus?” he said.

 “I’m perfectly fine, boss.”

 “Are you sure? Because you seem, I don’t know, like you’ve been tired lately.”

 “Tired? No.”

 “Do you have trouble with sleeping?”

 (He thought about how to answer. Mark had a history of nightmares and somnambulance … and when he was eighteen he had a three month stetch of insomnia when he was heavily depressed. But, he wasn’t going to talk to this man about any of that. Why should he? The question was an insult because it flared up all of these memories, all at once. And he had to disguise it with a mask. Was forced into silence.)

 “No sir, I do not. I apologise for not finishing all of the reports by five p.m. yesterday. I will make an effort to not … um, to avoid that kind of thing again.”

 “Okay, Marcus, my lad.”

 “Great.”

 “I was just worried about you, is all.”

 “No problem.”

 “Rightee. Be well now.”

 Mark left the office and went to his computer.

 Then he was anonymous again and he could zone out.

 He remembered being attacked in his adolescence, a lot. As in, physically assailed by other boys who disliked the look of him. And after the attacks, the incident, he would feel the blood hammer in the veins of his arms, experience this prickly might all across his body, as if he might explode from the insides.

 Which is how he felt now. But not as brazenly as he did when he was fourteen, fifteen. It didn’t last as long, either, the wrath. It subsided. And perhaps those horrible teenage periods were worth it, because he could deal with it better as a man approaching 30.

 He stared at his computer screen and typed and clicked away and looked forward to reading his book on his lunch break.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

( •̀_•́ )

[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas​’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

( ⁰ ⌂ ⁰ )

SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

[ddemurezy]

VENOM

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!oc

Warnings: curse words?, a little angst, talk about hiding body, murder and kind if ooc klaus.

Note: I wrote this about 5 am in the morning and I'm posting it now. I'm a little sleepy so watch out for some mistakes.

part 2 here!

"BRAIN"

I cringed at the loud volume of Venom's sound.

"Are you okay my love?" Klaus asked. Everyone's looked at me concern. I snapped out of my trance.

"Huh?" I hummed. The Mikaelson's, Davina, Cami, Hayley, Marcel and I were in the living room discussing another witch problem who was trying to kill Hope. I was listening attentively but Venom decided to shout at me, making me cringe. Which Klaus seemed to notice. I'm not surprised tho. When Klaus and I started dating, he always notice small little things I do.

Like how I tilt my head when someone is threatening me—which probably means that I will kill them. Like how I either bite my nails, play with the hem of my top or I just can't stay still when I'm nervous.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine don't worry. I just remembered something" I answered smiling at them. Everyone went back to talking but I saw Klaus still looking at me with confusion written in his face. He nodded along to make it seem like he was listening.

Yeah, that's the problem. Nobody knows about Venom. Not even my own boyfriend or my sister, Hayley, or anyone in general.

I became Venom's host when I was 18—I'm now 19, turning 20 in a few months—when he found me walking around New Orleans.

I just came back from the bar that Cami work in and I had a huge cut in my ankle. I assured Cami that it will heal, especially since I am a werewolf.

I didn't notice a black thing that I think looked like a slime, went in my wound.

I met Venom the day after. My wound was healed but I felt extreme hunger. Venom came out from my shoulder and said "I am Venom, and you are mine" which confused me.

I tried for weeks to get him out of me but he was stubborn. I was surprised when he said that he liked me and my wolf seems to accept him. I didn't even know that they could communicate.

Eventually, I gave up after he explained to me who he really is. I was stuck with Venom for a whole year and things went smoothly.

No one knows. All they know is that I am Hayley Marshall's sister who is a werewolf like her.

The meeting ended but everyone stayed for dinner. I tried eating and acting normal but Venom kept mumbling about how he hadn't had brains since last month—which was a total lie. I fed him 5 cow brains last week.

"I don't like cow brains!" he hissed. I rolled my eyes. I forgot that this idiot can hear my thoughts.

"I AM NOT AN IDIOT" he then shouted. I tried not to react from the loud sound.

Yeah yeah. I replied in my mind. It was a good thing I can communicate with Venom in my mind or else my secret would probably be known by now.

"Now. Feed me brains. Not cow brains" he said sternly, demanding me as if I was his maid.

Why not? I thought you like cow brains? I mean, you finished up 5 of them last week. I said

"I only ate it because there is chocolate syrup in it" he answered.

I raised an eyebrow. I was lost in thought that I didn't even notice Klaus staring at me with furrowed eyebrows.

Then, I'll just put chocolate syrup again. I told him

"No. You listen here Aviana Grace Marshall. You are going to get your ass of that chair, get out of that house and let me control." he demanded very seriously. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Ana?" Hayley called me. I looked up from my plate and saw that everyone was staring at me. Again.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We called you 10 times now Via, you sure you're okay?" Marcel asked. He was always like a big brother to me.

"Yeah I'm fine" I forced out a chuckled. "I just had something in thought" I smiled which convinced everyone but Klaus.

My lover leaned closer to me since I was beside him. "Love, I saw you rolled you're eyes five minutes ago and you flinched out of nowhere just an hour ago."

I smiled softly. "Nik, I am fine. I just had something in mind" I really need to change excuses, I've been using that for 7 weeks now.

"You suck at lying"

shut up V.

I heard Nik muttered something under his breath. "That's what you said last time"

I wanted to tell Nik about Venom but something keeps preventing me to tell him.

"Brains?"

Oh my god V. Fine! We will get your stupid brains later. I gave in.

After dinner, I sprinted out of the mansion yelling "I'll be back in a few hours! Just have some business to do"

—Klaus Pov—

Aviana and I have been together for months now but sometimes I can't help but think she isn't telling me something.

I love her, I really do. But sometimes I hear her talking to someone on the phone from the other room and she's hardly ever home.

I heard the bedroom door opened. I looked up to see my girlfriend walking in, panting a little.

"Where have you been?" I asked her, my voice raising a little. I can't help but let in the negative thoughts in my mind.

"Oh Nik, I am so sorry. A friend of mine just called earlier this morning and they needed my help" she apologized, walking over to hug me.

The negative thoughts disappeared the moment she wrapped her arms around me.

I hugged her back and we stayed in that position for a few minutes before we let go.

I looked at her seriously, I have to know what she is hiding.

"Love, we need to talk"

—Aviana's Pov—

"I got brains, I got brains, I—"

alright! alright! shut up!. I yelled at him.

My inner wolf was growling at Venom, probably because he just disturbed her nap time by his loud voice.

"Jeez little vixen, calm down" Venom said to my wolf.

"Your wolf has quite a temper doesn't she V number 2?" I can picture Venom saying this with a grin on his face if that even is possible.

When Venom met my wolf, he quickly named her vixen. I asked him where he got the name and he told me that he overheard it from the neighbors.

V number 2 wha—? nevermind. But yes, vixen has a short temper Venom so be careful. I told him. And V number 2??

"Yes. I'm V number one, you are V number two. Get it cause V as in Venom and V as in aViana?" he said with a cocky voice, obviously proud with the nickname

Wait how come I'm number 2? I asked

"I'm older"

I'm cooler

"No you're not"

Yes I am

"Can you eat brains? Can you be bullet proof? Can you be stab but not die?"

I—

"Told you"

shut up. I silenced him, I can hear him sniggering at me. We finally arrived back at the mansion after brain hunting.

I think I've been out for 3 hours. I spent the rest hours digging graves for the headless bodies. I could've just removed their lungs and organs out and throw the body at sea. Or I could've just put on a fire, chopped the bodies and cooked it in a pan till its burned black. Problem is, where was I going to get a pan?. I could've just asked Marcel instead but he was busy. Plus he would lecture Venom for hours.

Yes, Marcel knows. One of his night walkers saw Venom transformed back to me and Marcel talked to me about it. I told him everything and asked him if he could not tell anyone. The night walker who saw us died. Rebekah killed him because he was cat calling her. Marcel has been covering and helping me with Venom since then.

Anyway, I'm back at the mansion and it looks like only Nik was home since his scent was the only thing I smelled.

I went into the bedroom and opened the door. Nik was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me.

"Where have you been?" He asked, raising his voice a little. I can't help but feel guilty, I wanted to tell him really.

"Oh Nik, I am so sorry. A friend of mine just called earlier this morning and they needed my help" I lied hugging him. I lied to him. I have been for a while now.

After a few minutes of hugging we let go.

He looked at me seriously and said.

"Love, we need to talk" I gulped.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you breaking up with me? Did something happen with Hayley? Hope? Marcel? Elijah? Kol? Anyone?" I asked all in one breath. Did something bad happened to them while I was gone?

"No no one is hurt nor something bad happened" He assured before talking in a soft voice and saying. "Is there anything you are not telling me Aviana?"

"Oh no Nik, I—why would you think that?" I was concerned. Did he found out? Did Marcel told him?

"It's just you have been going out with some business and with some friends, you are hardly at home anymore. And you're always talking to the phone with someone. Are you cheating on me?" He asked. His voice soft and some tears pooling in his eyes. Klaus Mikaelson was never the one to cry. I felt angry at myself for making the love of my life cry.

"Nik I would never do that to you! You know that" I told him, cupping his face with my hands.

"Then what are you hiding?" he whispered. I sighed. I have to tell him.

"Venom" I said. He looked confuse until Venom appeared from my shoulder.

"Hello Klaus" V greeted.

"What the fuck is that Aviana!?" He yelled, walking backwards and pointing at Venom.

"I am not a 'that' you stupid hybrid" Venom hissed.

"Venom!" I said sternly, clearing my throat.

"Klaus this is Venom, my symbiote. Venom this is Klaus, my boyfriend. Although you already know that" I introduced them both.

"A symba what now?" Klaus asked.

I sighed, oh this is going to be a hard to explain. I thought.

"I can tell the story for you Via" Venom insisted. He did a "ehem ehem" before saying.

"Once upon a time—"

"VENOM!"

[levi-lover]

A Summer Day

T/W: fluff :)

A/N: i’m obsessed with GojoDad as an anti-gojo slander account, i know he is amazing parent and he works his ass off to provide for all his adopted kids 

the fifth in my “week of drabbles” challenge! the requirements: has to be over 500 words, posted before 10 pm PST and i can’t overthink it :D

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“So what’s on the agenda for today, Megumi,” Gojo said bursting into the living room. 

Megumi looked up from his book. “Nothing.”

“Awe come on Megumi. It’s such a nice day we can’t be inside all day.”

“Why not? I like it in here,” Megumi responded. 

Gojo sighed and sulked into the couch. He tapped his fingers against his knees and clicked his tongue. Gojo stared at the seeing for a while, thinking about what they could do. “What if we get some ice cream or something sweet!” 

“I don’t like sweets,” he said without looking up from his books. 

“Right,” Gojo waved his finger in the air, “what if we go for walk in the park! And get some lemonade to cool off.”

Megumi sighed and put his book down. “Will you stop bothering me if I say yes?” 

“It’s gonna be so much fun, Megumi! Be ready in five!” 

Ten minutes later, the duo was out on the streets, looking for a place to get something to drink. It was a bright summer day and everyone was out trying to enjoy the weather. There were vendors on the streets and people rollerskating in the open plaza. For a second, Megumi forgot to be annoyed and he began to enjoy himself. Gojo glanced at him and smiled. While he would normally tease the young boy, Gojo was content sharing this moment with him. 

“Ooo, let’s try out that stand.” Gojo pointed to a booth with large paper mache lemons dangling from the roof. Megumi crinkled his nose and shrugged. 

“We’ll take two large lemonades in those fancy cups and uh, Megumi you want something else?”

Megumi looked over the menu. “Can I get a pretzel?” 

“Good choice, Megumi!” Gojo paid for the drinks and food. They sat on a bench and ate in silence for a bit. Megumi happily munched on his pretzel. It was only a few years ago when something like this would have been a luxury. Tsumiki and he had very little money so they stuck to a strict budget. He didn’t mind, he didn’t care for all the other things kids cared about like toys or sweets. All he wanted was for his sister to be safe. Everyone always told him he was mature for his age but it didn’t bother him. 

Gojo on the other hand didn’t understand the concept of budgeting. Why would he? He was born into a wealthy clan and had so much money he never had to think twice about buying anything. 

“Did you like your pretzel?”Gojo asked him. 

Megumi shrugged. “Yeah, it was good.”

“What should we do next? Do you wanna do that?” Gojo pointed to a family riding on electric scooters. 

The boy shot up and smiled. “Can we?”

Gojo gave him a thumbs up. They walked over to a pair lying a few feet away. They zipped through the paved roads of the park, weaving between trees and zooming past the large, clear lake in the center of the park. Gojo was riding behind Megumi but he could see the edges of his smile whenever he turned his head to the side. 

The duo rode for while until they ended up near the apartment. Gojo stopped at the convenience store to pick up some food for dinner. They ate while watching a movie but Megumi was talking the entire time. He told Gojo about the people he hated in his class, the latest book he read, and anything else that came to find. Gojo nodded and listened, happy that Megumi was opening up to him even if it was just for tonight.

[mercy-burning]

Sunday Morning

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader’s Sunday opens up, so she concocts a little plan to pass the time. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Smut 18+ This one is pure filth, y’all, buckle up (dom!Spencer, female masturbation, oral sex- male receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, spitting, multiple orgasms) Warnings: sex, strong language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in the warnings. I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3.6k

NOTE: The more I add to this little series the more excited I get to keep writing it, and it really helps that you all seem to like every new addition, so thank you for all the love! I do have a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do. Part 4 is set to come out either tomorrow or Monday! I hope you enjoy 🥰

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"Are you sure, Mom? I can still try to come earlier if you want, I don't have anything going on."

Y/N's mother sighed on the other end of the line. "No, that's alright. But I made sure to have off next weekend, so I'll come by your place and we can celebrate then. How's that sound?"

She smiled, happy at the prospect of seeing her mother again soon, but something else crossed her mind that deemed this cancellation a blessing in disguise. "That sounds great. I love you. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, Sweetie. I love you, too."

She thought about knocking on Spencer's door the second she hung up the phone, but decided that she wanted to have a little more fun, so she hurried to her bedroom. As she grabbed something from the bedside table drawer and planted herself in bed, she felt just the smallest sliver of guilt for being this excited about her mom cancelling their plans. But for one thing they had next weekend, and for another she'd been thinking about her neighbor non-stop since Friday night.

After they had finished their laundry that night, Spencer and Y/N walked up to their hall together and ended up in the shower. They slept in separate places, though, Y/N stumbling back into her apartment at around nine thirty and immediately going to bed. Early, maybe, but she'd just been fucked twice in a row, and the second time had lasted about an hour and a half since they didn't have to worry about anyone walking in and interrupting. Truthfully it was a wonder she could walk at all these days, but she didn't mind either way. Who knew listening in on your neighbor having sex and them finding out about it could turn into something so good?

Which brought Y/N back to the present. Sunday morning. She knew Spencer was an early riser, so he'd definitely be awake. Whether he'd be in bed was another thing, but she decided to take her chances.

So she leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs, and clicked on her vibrator. The familiar buzzing sound sent a jolt of excitement through her body, only made more electric when it made contact with her clit. She pressed it lightly, the setting still low as she closed her eyes. With her goal in mind, it didn't really take long to start feeling something, images and flashbacks of Spencer's head between her legs only adding to the sensations.

"Ohhh," she let out loudly at a particular memory that involved him fingering her in the shower. His lips had been biting and sucking at the skin on her neck while his middle and ring fingers worked inside her, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit. If she thought hard enough, she could be there then, the sound of the vibrator replaced with the hum of the shower.

"Oh, Spencer, please!" she echoed, squeezing her eyes shut and moving the vibrator in small circles around her clit. "Fuck, you feel so good!" At this point she was so lost in the memories that she didn't even remember why she'd started doing this. She was being loud, moaning and sighing as she played out her Friday night in her mind without even trying to get anyone's attention. At this point it was purely for her enjoyment.

Though, that sentiment didn't last very long, because just as she was about to orgasm, her phone buzzed. She could have ignored it, but completely pulled herself out of her fantasy once she realized that it could have been her mother.

Groaning from irritation rather than pleasure, she clicked off the vibrator, set it on the bed, and picked up her phone.

When she saw it, her heart stopped.

From: Spencer Reid Not another sound. Call me for instructions.

"Holy fuck," Y/N gasped, scrambling to hit the 'call' button. It took no time at all for Spencer to answer.

Before she could say anything, his voice rung low on the other end of the line, sending a chill through her body. "Do you want me to come over?"

"Yes," she breathed without a second thought.

"Okay. Is your door unlocked?"

"Yes."

There was a long pause, and for a moment Y/N thought maybe he was leaving his apartment and on his way over, but then he spoke again. "When I get there I want to see you naked and on your knees, facing the wall. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

The sound she heard him make was guttural, somewhere between a growl and a moan, and it shot straight through every bone and muscle in her body. He hung up then, and Y/N practically threw her phone across the room and scrambled to her knees, ripping what little clothing she had off her body and bracing her hands against the headboard. She expected him to be there in a flash, but after waiting for about five minutes, it was obvious that this was part of his game— making her wait. An involuntary whimper escaped her throat at the thought of what he could possibly have planned for her.

When the door sounded from the living room, Y/N jolted, her heartbeat picking up and her hands gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles ached. Did she dare turn her head around to see him when he walked in? If she did, what would he do to punish her? Would he punish her at all?

For a moment she wondered if she'd even heard the door at all, because again, it took forever for him to get there. But then she heard a soft groan sounding from the bedroom door and her breath hitched in her throat.

"Oh, good girl. Look at you..."

His words, his voice... Y/N let out a shaky breath and bit her lip, wondering if she should speak. Eventually, she did. "W-what took you so long?"

Spencer laughed behind her, still not in view. "I had to make you wait, pretty girl. Where would be the fun in just giving you what you want?"

She didn't know what to say. So she silently waited for instruction, her hands loosening around the headboard just a little, trying to relax.

He got closer, and it sounded like he was stripping layers of clothing as he did so. Eventually he reached the side of her bed and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately letting out a soft whimper at the sight of him. He had, indeed, been stripping clothing as he made his way to her, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and dropping his shirt to the ground. Y/N let her gaze travel along his body before meeting his eyes and almost falling to pieces when she did.

This amused him. "Already so eager, pretty girl? I haven't even done anything yet."

She wasn't sure what to say, so she told the truth. "Just you being here is enough. You've completely ruined me."

Spencer laughed and brought his hand out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, to which she sighed and closed her eyes "Not yet."

She opened her eyes again at that promise, and just by looking at him, she practically pleaded with him to do something, every inch of her body, mind, and soul completely blinded by his presence.

Seeming to take pity on her, or maybe just because seeing her like this was driving him mad, she wasn't sure, Spencer obliged, leaning forward and kissing her deeply. As per usual, she melted into him, struggling to keep her weight up on her knees. Her hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life as he brought his face closer, using both his hands to cradle her face and his tongue to open her mouth. She'd already decided long ago that she would give him anything he wanted, and this was no different. He kissed her wildly and she kissed him back with the same fervor, groaning into his mouth every so often. At one point she lost her balance and fell forward, pulling Spencer onto the bed, and he broke away, a laugh playing at his lips right after.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry," he reassured, climbing up the bed and reaching for her hands. He was laying on his side now, pulling her towards him, and butterflies erupted in her stomach at the wholesomeness of it all. It was like the entire mood shifted from being domineeringly sexy to sweetly intimate.

Spencer all but pulled Y/N on top of him, rolling over on his back and forcing her to straddle his lap when he pulled her down for another kiss. The fabric of his sweatpants grazed her bare clit as she moved, making her rock her hips forward and causing him to groan into her mouth. He broke the kiss apart for a moment to say, "Keep doing that, pretty girl," and then resumed kissing her, barely giving her time to process his words.

In the end she did it anyway, grinding down on him and moaning as she did so, every movement slowly but surely bringing her closer to orgasm again. She was so caught up in the feeling that she didn't notice Spencer grabbing the vibrator still on her bed until she heard it turn on, that familiar buzzing pulling her from her haze.

She broke apart from him, cheeks red. "I totally forgot to put that away, I'm so— oh!"

Before she could finish her apology, Spencer had the vibrator pressed to her clit, and she closed her eyes, instinctively grinding down for more friction. This in turn caused him to let up, pulling the vibrator away just a little, and she whined.

"God, I love hearing how needy you are, baby," he breathed, teasing her. "Can't you feel it?" Every time Y/N rocked her hips, she could feel his cock getting harder through his pants, it had been unmistakable. When she didn't respond with words, he brought the vibrator away and reiterated, "Don't you feel it?"

"Yes, I love feeling how hard your cock gets for me," she breathed, grinding down on it and hoping for him to respond in kind. When he did, she gasped, opening her eyes and bracing her hands on his bare chest. "Fuck, you know how to make me feel so good."

"That's what I like to hear. Now get up for me." He pulled the vibrator away once more and she whined again at the loss of contact, but got up nonetheless. "Sit up on your knees and put your back against the headboard, okay? I want to fuck that pretty little throat."

Don't have to tell me twice, she thought greedily as she did as she was told. Spencer moved the pillows out of her way and tossed them to the foot of the bed as she sat on her knees. The cool metal of the headboard somewhat calmed the heat radiating off of her body, though ultimately it couldn't dwell the heat she felt when he looked at her, standing on the bed and sliding down his pants and underwear in one fluid motion before kicking them to the side, holding her gaze the entire time.

Just as Y/N was about to lean forward, he placed a hand on her head, gripping some of her hair and tilting her head up to really look at him. "Not yet. Give me your hands." She held them out to him, unsure of what he was planning, but when he gathered them both in one hand and pinned them to the wall above her head, she bit her lip. The grin he wore gave her shivers, just before he said, "Open up wide, pretty girl."

She licked her lips and then opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and down as far as it would go to make room as she stared up at his face. The second his dick touched her tongue she groaned, ready for whatever he was about to give her. If she tried to bob her head, it would hit the headboard rather hard, so she opted to stay still, letting Spencer get off on his own terms. Which they both seemed to be happy with, because every time he hit the back of her throat, she moaned, nearly gagging, and in turn he bit his lip and tightened his grip in her hair and on her wrists.

"You always take my cock so well, fuck," he groaned, quickening his pace. She didn't know what feeling she was trying to convey as she did so, but nonetheless she hummed around him, trying her best not to choke but ultimately failing. He pulled away for a moment, releasing her hair from his grip and letting her breathe for all of two seconds before tapping his dick on her tongue a few times in quick succession. The action made her moan, and against her better judgement, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks. Her wrists strained against his hands as he grinned. "You liked that, huh?"

She got out a 'mhmm' around his cock quickly before he thrusted forward and hit the back of her throat again, sending her head against the metal of the headboard. She winced a little in pain, but welcomed it all the same, looking up at him through hooded eyes and trying to tell him without words that she wanted this more than anything.

It seems like he got the memo, because he brushed the hair from her face in a sweet gesture that completely contradicted what he was doing to her mouth. He gave a few more purposeful thrusts, holding himself down her throat for a few seconds before pulling away completely and letting go of her wrists. Spit dripped down her chin as she caught her breath, but she smiled all the same, bringing her hands down to wipe the wetness from her face and some of the tears on her cheeks. "I love when you use me like that, baby," she purred, rubbing her legs together and running her tongue over her bottom lip.

Spencer leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her up to stand with him before pushing her against the wall, her legs hitting the headboard. She moaned into his mouth and brought her hands up to comb through his hair, to which he sighed and pressed into her harder. The weight of him made Y/N all warm and safe as she realized she would spend the rest of her life wrapped up in him if she could. Yes, their relationship as of late had been inherently sexual in nature, but something about the way he took precise care with her body as he kissed her like this, cradling her face in his large hands and keeping himself as close as he could get, made Y/N weak. She trusted Spencer Reid with her life, and she could only hope that he felt the same way, even if just a little.

Though she was a little disappointed when he broke the kiss, what he did next took that disappointment and pummeled it to the ground, transforming it into hunger.

His thumb ran over her lips before pushing further into her mouth. She gladly took it, swirling her tongue around it and then groaning as he brought it out, running it down her chin and tilting her head up to look at him.

"How do you want it, pretty girl?" he asked softly, making her practically crumble beneath him.

The question itself and the way he said it was hot as hell. But there was no way she would have been able to choose. Truthfully, he could do it any way and she'd just as easily give up everything to experience it again. Even as she tried quickly to come up with something, blurting out anything, all that came out was, "However you want me." It was the pure, unabashed truth.

He seemed to contemplate that for a moment before simply scooping her up from her feet, kneeling down, and laying her on her back. His dominating presence seemed to take over again as he scooted her to him by her legs. She yelled out as he wrapped them promptly around his shoulders and pushed into her without a second thought. He went easy at first, taking his time getting to just be inside her again, but Y/N wanted more.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned out desperately, reaching out to grab the blankets.

A dark chuckle left Spencer's mouth as he leaned forward, stretching her legs closer to her chest and angling himself deeper inside her. All the while, his pace never slowed or increased, and neither did his pressure. "You're getting greedy, pretty girl. But you're gonna take what I give you. Guess you should have thought of that before you let me choose how to fuck you."

And at that sentiment, he leaned forward even further, slamming into her hard, and Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sensation. He pulled out slow and did it again, and again, and again, each time pushing her farther into the mattress.  Upon seeing her squeezed shut eyes and open mouth, he said, "Is this what you wanted? Huh? To be fucked like a whore?"

She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he picked up the pace a little, every stroke sending shots of fire through her veins. She tried to speak but her brain was muddled, every thought clouded by the intense pleasure her body was experiencing. Spencer noticed this, and with a small laugh reached his hand out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he went faster. "Aww, the little slut can't even speak, I've been fucking her so good. Is that right?"

Her only answer was a moan as he went deeper and faster, hitting her g-spot with every thrust forward, to which he laughed again.

"Tongue out, baby," he demanded sweetly, leaning forward. Y/N knew exactly what he was going to do, and she eagerly did as she was told, her eyes lighting up as she did. Watching, and then feeling Spencer spit directly on her tongue, feeling it slide down as she swallowed it, only added to her pleasure, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she fell over the edge.

"I-I'm..." was all she could manage to get out.

"Go ahead, pretty girl, let it all out."

And so she did, letting out a string of yells that barely resembled his name. But he wasn't done yet, and so even after she'd come down he continued his brutal pace inside of her and brought himself closer, caressing her face as he did so. The discomfort shortly morphed into painful pleasure as Y/N approached another high.

"You gonna give me another one? I know you can take it." And as if those words weren't enough, he added something that sent a chill through her. "It's a shame you're not on birth control, because I'd love nothing more than to fill up that slutty little pussy. Make you mine."

Just like that, she was gone, her eyes squeezed shut and seeing stars dance behind them as she came another time. It only lasted a few seconds shorter than her previous orgasm, but Spencer pulled out and away, dangerously close to his own. She composed herself, slowly opening her eyes to see him jerking off over her. In a split second decision, she opened her mouth and groaned, without words telling him exactly what she wanted. And he was more than happy to give it to her, removing her legs from his shoulders and moving up her body with the slyest grin she'd seen from him yet.

"That's a good girl," he got out just before she felt his cum coat her mouth. While most of it slid down the back of her tongue and pooled in the back of her throat, a little missed and landed on her cheek, but she smiled nonetheless, welcoming its warmth. When he was done, panting above her, she brought her tongue out to swirl around the head of his cock before swallowing and smiling back at him

She was about to wipe the cum off her cheek, but before she could get to it, Spencer was on her, leaning down and doing the unexpected. She whined as he brought his tongue down and scooped it off her cheek, then moving to her mouth and kissing her, practically feeding himself to her. As they continued making out like that, her head swam. She swore with every new second she spent with him, she was getting more and more invested, craving him in almost every capacity. So when he pulled away, breaking their kiss and laying down beside her, she scooted closer to him, longing to feel him all around her.

"I don't know how every time gets better and better," she mumbled against his chest, and she felt him laugh.

"What can I say, pretty girl, you give me all sorts of good ideas."

That made her blush, and she snuggled closer to him, their legs tangling together. The two of them stayed like that for a while, comfortable silence settling between them before Spencer spoke, pulling away slightly to look at her face.

"Hey, I was thinking... You don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but I... I wanted to know if you'd maybe want to go to dinner sometime?"

Despite the butterflies blooming in her stomach, Y/N laughed playfully. "You would fuck me senseless and then ask me to dinner all sweetly," she mused, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing her nose against his. "I'd love to."

Spencer let out a sigh, whether from relief or contentment she wasn't sure. Maybe both. But it filled her heart with joy all the same.

"Good," he said, pressing a small kiss to her lips. "It's a date."

[gisachi]

Better late than never?? Supposed to post on the day itself but of course I couldn’t. This is my rushed contribution to the prompt: domestic mixed with black knight&princess.

ShinRan Week Day 6

Prompt: Domestic (+ Black Knight&Princess)

Words: ~2.5k

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“Not just once, but twice! Who was it that saved my life again? Oh, unnamed knight with the black cloak, if you will grant me my wish… Please take off that dark mask and show me your true face!”

“If that is what, uh, the princess wishes, I shall show you my sorrow- sorrowful? - face under this moonlight. Oh wow this is cheesy.”

Ran leans on the arm of the couch, bound script covering her resigned face. If she had a hundred yen for every single complaint coming out of this detective’s mouth, she’d have enough to buy two entrance passes to Tropical Land for each day of the week, plus snacks and drinks.

“I went here because I thought you’d be a more immersive practice partner than ‘tou-san. You are worse.”

“I’m sorry, princess, if my mom being an actress ruined your expectations of me.”

“Oh, for sure. And otou-san doesn't destroy the scene by dropping nonsensical comments. And lie on the couch while reading the script. So he’s better by a lot.”

Shinichi props his body up, eyes rolling sarcastically before throwing a look at the lady on the edge. “To be fair, you came barging into my house so early on a Sunday. This is justified.”

“Shinichi, eleven in the morning isn’t early.”

With a stubborn grumble, the detective flops back into the cushions, script on his lap sliding to the floor. “ ’M tired Ran, long case last night, let me sleep.”

“Please, you’re my last option! School festival is in less than two weeks, and I can’t possibly ask Araide-sensei to spare time on a weekend outside of our rehearsal schedule when he’s busy working—”

The lightning speed Shinichi jolts upright causes Ran to cut herself short. “Araide-sensei is the cloaked knight?”

“Yes, didn’t I tell you?”

“You didn’t.”

“Really? I-” she pauses, delayed in taking in the curt iciness of his response when he was so apathetic five seconds ago. On anyone else it’s clear what that tone implies, but she’s never heard it on him.

“Do you have a beef with Araide-sensei?” she asks.

“A beef?”

Ran arches an eyebrow, skeptic. Shinichi meets her gaze, eyes slightly thinning before glancing away, cheeks crimson.

“I mean— Why Araide-sensei? Shouldn’t he be busy, I dunno, being a doctor, than being a fictional knight or something.”

“All the guys in our class were too shy and declined, so Sonoko asked Araide-sensei when he happened to come in for a checkup. He agreed so easily! Would you believe he’d taken a lot of lead roles in plays when he was a student?”

“And that was fifteen something years ago.”

“He’s also good at things like emphasizing lines and handling a woman!”

“Anyone can- What?!”

“Stop being a sourpuss Shinichi, especially when you’re the first to decline.”

He looks at her quizzically. “I did?”

“You don’t even remember?” Amidst the faint pink on her cheeks, disappointment etched on the way Ran’s lips curve to a small pout. “You were the first Sonoko asked... You were so quick to turn her down, she said.”

Astounded by the revelations docking in his brain all at once, Shinichi struggles to recall the conversations he had exchanged with Sonoko the past weeks. None stands out. If she had included Ran’s name in there, he would remember instantly. But Sonoko didn’t. Suddenly, the floodgates in his mind open.

If he finds out later on about the plot and the cast, he’ll definitely find a reason or two to sulk, if not object. Whether Ran is partnered with someone else or Araide-sensei doesn’t matter, for as long as it isn’t him. Him who she’s positive would outright reject her offer to act as a prince because why would he? In any case, god knows Sonoko omitted Ran’s name on purpose for this.

The sly woman has stirred something up, and she will proudly take the front row seat on his reaction she was so sure he’d make.

Not saying Sonoko’s predictions are right. This is just how she thinks. And he won’t react the way she expects he will. She is not right.

Not. Right.

Sonoko, yaro...

“Stand up, let’s do this.”

“Huh?”

“You want immersive? I’ll give you immersive.”

Left with little time to process as Shinichi pulls her by the hand, Ran drops her script on the floor. The sudden shift in character is unbelievable. How can someone so sleep-deprived turn into someone this enthused in a span of a breath?

“But first, let me…” He leaves the room, and Ran picks up her script, still quite lost. Whatever she said earlier must have triggered something, and she’s torn if she’ll ask once he returns but considers the possibility that he may break character. Not gonna risk that. He said he’ll give her an immersive practice, and it’s oddly unexpected, but she’ll take it. This is good. After all, she needs him as the knight.

Wants him as the knight.

“Sheesh, Ran, stop…” Shying away from her own maidenly thoughts, Ran flips to the designated page, scene, and line, rehearsing as she waits.

Some minutes later, Shinichi reappears, holding his script and something else. Of all things she would expect him to own, a blue fancy Columbina mask adorned with elegant silver and royal patterns wasn’t one of them.

“Mom has these things, okay,” he explains, putting it on. Ran isn’t sure if she wants to laugh or tease, but she does neither when she gets a glimpse of him with half of his face covered, and she catches her breath at the sight.

Standing against silk red curtains and brilliant glow of afternoon sunlight, he really does seem like a mysterious knight…

“Don’t laugh, idiot. After doing this for you. Wear this,” he says, and Ran zeroes in on the line of his lips because she has nowhere else to look at as he places a small barrette tiara on her hair. Doesn’t matter what he says, what they wear, even if they fail to match the daintiness of the mask and tiara. Shinichi with this on makes Shinichi as the knight much more vivid now. And Ran as the princess...

“Sorry!” She claps a hand on her warming cheek, pulls back a dumb smile she doesn’t notice she is wearing. “And I— I wasn’t laughing!”

“Still smiling creepily though.”

“I wasn’t being creepy! Geez. Anyway! Page-”

“Page 27, Scene 8, Line 10. Got it.”

After some short blocking instructions, they drop their scripts on the couch, and begin.

“Oh, unnamed knight with the black cloak, if you will grant me my wish… Please take off that dark mask and show me your true face!”

“If that is what the princess wishes, I shall show you my sorrowful face under this moonlight.”

Two steps forward and he removes the mask, and time slows down. She’s seen the same face a million times yet this time, her heart leaps like she’s laid eyes upon the most handsome face in the universe.

“Might—Might you be Spade?” She carries on, taking everything she can to maintain composure. “Long ago, you were banned from this land by my father… but now you’ve become the prince of Trump Kingdom...”

It’s nerve wracking, the way he’s strikingly still, eyes laden on her, either waiting for her next lines or admiring how beautiful she is with the tiara, she isn’t quite sure. The mask is gone, but he isn’t breaking character. Meanwhile, she’s trying her darned best to stay as Princess Heart of Bridge Kingdom.

“If you have… not forgotten about our childhood promise, then please…”

A nervous lump forms in her throat as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, and his hands find her waist, and she nearly gasps but holds it in because right now, she’s Princess Heart, not Mouri Ran asking this of Kudou Shinichi. “Please, show me on these lips.”

“As my princess so desires...”

It should be ‘the’, not ‘my.’ And there’s supposed to be another line after that, but nothing stops him as he leans in ahead of time and her eyelids flutter to the erratic beat of her heart. It’s better to be partnered with Araide-sensei in this after all. He will not mess up his lines, and she will not lose her mind the way she’s losing it now.

Two parted lips are a pucker away when the doorbell chimes, making both jolt.

Ran is first to snap out of character, as if she hasn’t had the urge to earlier.

“That—That must be Sonoko. I forgot to tell you...  I invited her in.”

“Oh, great,” Shinichi says.

Forcing her limbs into working order, Ran disentangles slowly, drawing a distance. Shinichi glances at the mask in his hand, then at her, before tossing it to the couch and turning for the door. From the window, she watches him walk to the front gate, scratching the back of his head in an annoyed manner like she just woke him from sleep, but grumpier. She hasn’t seen him display much emotion on a Sunday noon the way she’s seeing him now.

Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered him, she sighs, her turn to slump onto the couch this time.

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“As I was saying, the prod already scouted the finest material for the costumes, and I decided, pink suits Princess Heart— Hello? Are you listening?”

Ran nearly drops the knife she holds if not for her inhuman reflexes. “Of course! Princess Heart in pink! Yes.” Like nothing happened, she resumes slathering jam and butter on the toast she’s preparing for the three of them. She doesn’t need to look at her side to know Sonoko’s eyeing her from head to toe.

“What happened to her?” The woman turns to Shinichi who sits at the high stool by the kitchen island.

“Dunno,” he says, sounding as noncommittal as he probably appears. Her back is turned against him, but she can see his face, and god why is she blushing?

“I just helped her rehearse. For the play,” he adds.

“Oh?” Sonoko’s brow perks up her forehead, hair whipping as she turns between her and the boy across them. “Did you?”

“Yup. Page 27.”

The dramatic gasp that tears from their friend’s throat is exactly the kind of gasp they expected; even so, Ran still flinches as Shinichi’s stool rakes the floor. “You kissed and I didn’t see?!”

“Hah?!”

“No!”

The two yelp in unison.

“That’s sly! You have to do it again! I’ll judge.”

“Excuse you! It didn’t happen, what you’re thinking!”

“Sonokooo!”

“Oh, shush, Ran, this is good practice. Good practice.”

“But—”

“Relax, rehearsal is rehearsal! In the actual play, once it’s Araide-sensei, he’ll do a better job—”

“I’m going to the toilet,” Shinichi gets off the stool, jaw stiff, out of the kitchen.

“—with a hug than a kiss. Right?” Sonoko ends, once Shinichi is out of the room.

“What?” Ran’s expression is inscrutable as she faces Sonoko completely, the flush across her face befitting embarrassment or ire. “You’re losing me here!”

“Oh, you’re not going to kiss, Ran. The lights will dim before your lips touch.”

“Then why—” she puts down the bread and walks in haste to the island to flip through the script, “Wh— That’s not in here!”

“Sonoko-sama hereby deems the script revised now that we have Araide-sensei.”

“Eh...?!” Ran cannot explain the play of her reactions. On one hand, a cloud is cleared from her mind, having to worry no more about doing something she has no experience with in front of watchful eyes. On the other, bunch of half-formed thoughts whirl through her mind that goes, Shinichi and I almost kissed for nothing, for nothing we almost k-kissed, an almost kiss with Shinichi, almost—

“That won’t do! I mean— That’s so not you! T-To choose a hug over a...”

“Duh, Ran! Even if it’s just a play, I won’t enable a kiss scene between a student and a staff member. We can fake the kiss. That, or switch to hug. Or better yet, change the male lead.”

“Change the male lead? In two weeks? Who will agree?!”

“Easy.” Just in time, Shinichi returns, hands in pocket and long face worn all the way to the stool.  “I know someone who will.”

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‘Once it’s Araide-sensei, he’ll do a better job…’ What? Kissing Ran? Shinichi wants to puke. Sonoko needs to think things through. If this is part of her plan, it’s unacceptable, it sucks.

There’s no way, no way anyone can do a better job kissing Ran than…

“Aaaargh, what are you thinking!” He ruffles his hair in dismay, curses here and there. He only wanted to help Ran yet he almost went for it. Not as Spade but as himself. The audacity. It’s part of the script, sure, but—

If it is part of the script, then have Ran and Araide-sensei rehearsed it before?

“That’s it,” Shinichi huffs, storming out of the bathroom. If this is the kind of reaction Sonoko wants from him, she’s in for a show. Not just a show but a lifetime of curses and mental stabs. For her to go this far is unbelievable. Did Ran even agree to that? Will such a scene really happen in the play? No matter how despicable Sonoko’s methods are, he has faith she respects Ran’s preference as the female lead. No offense against Araide-sensei, but he cannot take Ran’s first kiss, whether as Spade or not.

That is not to say he knows Ran’s preference, especially when it comes to a first kiss, but… it’s not... Araide-sensei... is it?!

He cannot ascertain, not when Ran did nothing when they were about to kiss…

Okay, halt there, self. I said immersive. That’s immersive. She was acting.

All was but an act. She’s a great actress. I suck. No need to make this a big deal.

Shinichi is a pitiful mess once he’s back in the kitchen.

“My offer still stands, you know.” Sonoko sits beside him, munching a toast, while Ran is busy returning the jam in the cupboard, back against them.

“Your offer?”

Shinichi glances at Ran, then at Sonoko, with that feral grin on her lips and Shinichi does a bad job looking pissed, and it’s maddening because he is pissed, just not obvious with the blush forming across his cheek.

Reprimanding Sonoko is what he intends to do. For doing him dirty, him and Ran dirty, for dragging a staff to be the male lead, for imploring Ran to give her first kiss she’s probably saving in a different setting. All invalid reasons, when he cared less about the play before. He’s a full-time idiot, and Sonoko knows it clearly that’s why she’s offering the role again. He doesn’t want to fall into her trap, the same way he doesn’t want anyone else to be Spade when Princess Heart is Ran.

But Ran looks over her shoulder and they accidentally lock eyes, and pink blooms across her cheeks before she turns around, and suddenly the words that leave his mouth completely betray the thought process he underwent in the bathroom.

“If Ran agrees, yeah,” he says.

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Welcome Back: Fives x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+ Please! I'll mark where it starts, so you can still enjoy the first half!)

Words: 2.5k

Corellia was dark as always. You hated this. As you strolled down the crowded street, you held your breath in disgust. The filth of the planet made you gag, but, you felt as if Corellia was the safest place to be. Crowded and disgusting, the opposite of what you liked. During the Clone Wars, post wars plans were frequently discussed among your men. You often found yourself thinking about the plans the men had. Rex wanted to be a farmer, Hardcase an actor for an action packed holovid, Jesse a dad, and Fives, well, Fives didn't care what he did, as long as those plans included you.

Before you could spiral too deep into those thoughts, you shook your head, attempting to clear your mind. Order 66 had ruined all of those plans for everyone, and two years later, you still couldn't fully process that.

As you continued down the street, you constantly glanced around for imperial stormtroopers. It felt as if as more time passed from the Jedi purge, your touch with the force faded. You could no longer simply "sense" people's presence without thinking too hard about it.

Roughly one hundred yards away from you was a small group of stormtroopers. Out of instinct,  you threw your hood over your head and tried to blend in as much as possible. As you got closer to the troopers, you ran your fingers along a soot covered bench and smeared it down your cheek, trying to disguise your facial features. On the rare chance any of those stormtroopers were clones, you could easily be recognized. The empire knew you were alive, and you didn't even want to think of the bounty over your head.

You wondered if any of troopers were clones. With there being only a few meters away from the soldiers, you glanced at them as any Corellian would. You felt one of the troopers eyes meet yours though his helmet momentarily. He watched you as you picked up your pace though the crowd, the slow turning motion of this head indicating this. After a minute or so of your quicken pace, you felt as if you were a good enough distance away from the solider that made eye contact with you. You paused and slid into an alley located only a few blocks from the run down apartment complex you call home. You sat on an empty crate and sighed, pulling your hood down. The last time you felt that stare was two tears ago.

Just like the last locked gaze you shared with Fives.

That last glance.

He was shooting at you. Through his helmet, you could sense his tears. Fives didn't want to hurt you, and you knew that. But, he had no other choice. You remember clenching your jaw, holding back tears. There was no escaping with him. You leapt from the building you were in and ran. You ran as far as you could. Far from Fives. Far from your life. Far from everything. Everything you knew was gone.

All you could ever wish for is that forever lasting nightmare to stop replaying in your head every time you saw a stormtrooper. But, that was a hopeless wish.

You ran your soot covered fingers through your hair and sighed. Just as you were about to stand up, the stormtrooper you locked eyes with was standing at the alley entrance, his blaster held lazily as his side. Figuring it was just a routine check, you began to reach for the identification card in your pocket. It was forged of course, but it always seemed to check out with the troopers. The trooper still hasn't spoken when you extended your arm, showing him your identification. His helmet tilted downwards as he read the name.

He chuckled, "Arilani Forrest? Creative!"

"No one has ever called me creative before," you mumbled, "but I best be on my way. I have a shift at the mining yard soon."

"Oh really?" his voice perked up, "would have never imagined you doing that." He began to walk towards you, forcing you to walk deeper into the alley.

You shrugged, "It was the best work I could get. Anything to better the empire." You HATED saying those words, "I'm honored to work for such a great-"

The trooper took off his hemet, making you stop mid-sentence. No wonder that glance felt familiar. It really was Fives.

Anger and passion fought within you as you stared blankly at him. Then fear hit. Quickly, you took a few steps back.

"Get away from me," you spit out.

Fives' smile turned to a frown, "Cyare, let me explain."

"You tried to kill me! You probably still are! And you just expect me to listen to you? To let my guard down and listen to the man who captured my heart and tear it to shreds?!"

"Don't act like that day was any harder for you as it was for me," he begged, stepping towards you, putting his blaster on the ground. "Remember Tup? I took that stupid chip out after that. That's why I cut my hair. I had to keep that a secret. For my safety, for your safety, for our safety!"

"Why should I trust you?" you murmured, trying to hold back tears.

Fives gave you a sympathetic smile, "Because you always used to tell me that I was the best shot in the 501st. You told me that there wasn't a single target I couldn't miss. If you really meant that, then why did I miss every shot I made at you. I wasn't even close. I was never shooting at you. If I didn't follow the order, I would have been killed right then and there. I knew you were capable of surviving. That's why I followed everyone else, knowing you would escape, hoping one day I could find you!" his smile grew, "it took two, long, excruciating years but you're here!"

You were quivering. As he stared at you, awaiting your response, you closed your eyes and exhaled, channeling the force. You came within arms length of him and placed your hands on the side of his head. Your heart skipped a beat at the touch. As you let the force speak to you, you soon came to realize he wasn't lying. There was no chip in his head. You let your arms fall to his neck as you pulled him close to you, your slow tears making his under armor around his neck wet.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pressed your body against his. The crappy armor felt uncomfortable on your cheek but you didn't mind. Fives twirled your hair around one of his fingers, the other hand stroking your back. The only reason why he "stayed loyal to the empire" was for this moment, no matter how long he had to wait for it.

Fives released your hair from his fingers and placed his hand on your chin, angling your face towards his. He took his glove off, exposing a clean hand, which he used to rub the soot off you cheek.

"Still as beautiful as ever," he murmured, studying your face as if he would never see it again.

"Fives, I-"

You were interrupted by his com link. He quickly threw his helmet and answered, explaining that he was simply doing identification checks, and he would report back soon. As soon as he ended the conversation, he took his helmet off and chucked in a nearby dumpster.

"I don't want to be a stormtrooper anymore," he sighed, his hands placed on your upper arms. "Please, get me out of here. They don't need me anymore."

You let out a small laugh, "While it will be a loss to the empire, let's get you, or, us, out of this nightmare."

The dark clouds over the Corellian sky finally began to give way, polluted rain hitting every surface. Rain on Corellia was vile, but in that moment, eyes locked with Fives, it didn't matter. He took off the rest of his armor and put it in the same dumpster as his helmet.

Digging through the trash, you found a battered cloak and threw it over him. "This will help you not stand out. I think the imperial logo on your shirt will give a little too much away. But let's get going. The rain is clearing out the streets."

He nodded in agreement and followed you to your apartment building. As you entered the elevator with him, you noticed he had a look of disgust.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fives shook his head, "would have never expected someone like you to live somewhere so disgusting."

"Exactly. That's why I'm here. You don't get options when the empire is out to kill you," you explained as you unlocked the front door.

The apartment was smaller than Fives expected. He thought the 501st barracks were nicer than your apartment, which was clearly saying something.  He glanced to his right and watched you take off your robes, revealing an outfit similar to the one you wore during the Clone Wars. As much as he loved it, he hated it. He hated knowing that every other man in the GAR would stare at the way it hugged your body, making you look far better than any model on the holonet. But, he loved knowing that you were all his.

"Yes?" you laughed, catching Fives staring at you in awe.

Fives swallowed hard, nodding, "Just looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy."  He slowly walked towards you and pressed his lips against the side of your ear, "we have two years of catching up to do."

Smirking, you hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter, "723 standard rotations to be exact," you winked, playfully grabbing his hands.

His forehead met yours as he whispered, "I think I forgot how it feels to kiss you and cyar'ika, I've thought about it every day."

SMUT INCOMING

"Then what are you waiting for," you lustfully groaned into his ear.

That was all he needed to hear. Before you had the chance to take another breath, his lips were on yours, filling your body with a euphoria you haven't felt since the order. It felt as if no time passed at all, he still had every square inch of your mouth memorized. Fives put his hands on your ass, pushing your hips into his, you both instantly feeling the heat coming from the other.

"We need to get you off this counter," he groaned, nibbling on your lower lip. You moaned something inaudible in response as he picked you up and shoved your body onto the nearby couch. Straddling over you, he took a moment to stare at the sight. He longed for the day he could see you under him again.

As Fives grinded his hips against yours, you couldn't help but notice the growth in his blacks on the brink of busting open the cheap fabric. Your hands made their way to his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down, exposing a fully erect Fives. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, taking the rest of his bottoms off and tossing them across the room. But before you could respond, he pressed a finger against your lips, "Now this isn't fair is it?" he wined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. In one swift motion, your shirt and bra was next to his discarded pants. Still straddled over you, fully exposed, he gawked at the sight in front of him. As he was in la la land, you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the same toned body that made your knees weak when you first met him. You reached up to touch his left peck, running your fingers down his chest.

"Oh my handsome ARC," you whispered, tracing the outline of his abs. Two years later, pulling rank still sent him over the edge.

"That's it," he groaned, pressing his chest against yours and grinding hander into your hips. You were gasping his name with every push, which only made him push harder. Fives slipped his fingers into your pants and softly ran his index finger up your soaked clit. He pulled his finger out, your moan being music to his ears, and licked his finger dry. Fives knew damn well he was driving you up the wall, and had no plans on stopping.

You quivered at Fives' touch, and pulled the rest of your clothes off. Fives collapsed his body onto yours, the sensation of full skin to skin contact making his body tremor. As you both laid there motionless, taking in the moment, his throbbing cock kept poking at your entrance.

"Fives," you groaned, knowing you didn't even need to finish your sentence.

Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock into you, listening to you moan under the pressure. As Fives pushed in further, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He steadily thrusted in and out, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Every next thrust came faster and harder. Your jaw was clenched as you groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm.

"I know you're close cyare," he said between thrusts, "where do you want it?"

Breathing heavily, you put your hands on Fives' lower back, preventing him to pull out for another thrust, "The damn war is over and we can finally live our dreams," you gasped for air, "it's a risk we can now take." You let go of his back and he continued to pump into you. As soon as you felt as if he was on the verge of splitting you right up the middle, you let out a loud moan as your walls clenched around his cock, which was simultaneously, filling you up. Fives laid down on top of you, still inside you, as you both rode out your orgasms.

"Fives," you panted, running your fingers through his hair. He smiled and shut his eyes, placing his head on your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

"Oh maker, I love you," he wined, nuzzling his head into your neck. He slid his softening cock out of you and got up, grabbing a blanket from across the room. You stared at his naked body, shining with the sweat you two just created. It was like staring at an ancient god. He laid the blanket over you and sat down, pulling you onto his chest.

"Welcome back my love," you smiled, tracing your finger on his chest.

"Hope I wasn't gone too long," he winked, watching you fall asleep in his arms.

It took two years, but finally, the post war dreams you shared were finally coming true.

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Freedom Lol

Hey, remember when I said that I was gonna post something for The Story Of P.O.V. next? Yeah, I forgot that I had this story lying around, yet another product of my insatiable addiction to trades.

WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION!

And, by “Freedom”, of course, that means Monument Mythos’ Statue Of Freedom.

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     “AAAAURGH!” Kanye snarled with a screech as he aggressively yeeted a couple pieces of paper to the floor.

     “I DON’T GET IT! THE INSTRUCTIONS SAID TO MEET AT THE MIDDLE OF THE PART OF THE COLORADO RIVER THAT FLOWS THROUGH THE GRAND CANYON! THIS SHOULD BE IT! THAT’S WHAT THIS STUPID TRAIL GUIDE SAYS, ANYWAY!”

     Chime, Kanye’s little ghost pal who sat atop his shoulder, quickly rushed to give Kanye a reassuring pat on the back. “Chill your nerves, Kanye. The river, the canyon, they’re huge. The guide must be off by a mile or such.”

     “Well it better be, otherwise we just wasted an entire day traveling down this bitch!” Kanye snapped back as he kicked a stone a few feet away on the rather cold, rock-hard floor of the dim and somewhat mysterious canyon depths.

     “Well, at least it was good exercise?” Chime hastily suggested in an attempt to find a silver lining to the situation as the pair strolled their way through the semi-tight twists and turns of the bottom of the canyon.

     “Well how about this, Chime? I say that if we don’t find our guy in the next couple miles, we slaughter a bunch of random wild animals down here and make a pile that some random park ranger ends up having to clean!” Kanye replied with a bit of an excited undertone.

     “Oh, hahah, Chime like Kanye’s thinking! It settled then!”

     “Alright, deal!” Kanye enthusiastically finalized the plans before giving Chime a fist bump. Kanye hadn’t even taken ten more steps forward, however, before some sort of low clunking noise began to echo throughout the passageway.

     “WHAT THE-?” Kanye cried out as he snatched his knife out of his pocket in order to face whatever was coming. Chime got himself into a fighting position as well, but this was merely for show, as his ghostly powers were all about mental attacks, rather than physical ones.

     Kanye and Chime stood at the ready for about a minute and a half before Kanye at last calmed down, chalked it up to a boulder falling down into the bottom of the canyon, and continued on.

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     “Chime, has it been a mile yet?” Kanye asked the monochrome ghost with a bit of a tired groan about five minutes later.

    “Hmmm…Chime unsure. Chime and Kanye just using mile markers all this time.”

    “Yes, yes, I know, but ya know, I kinda wanna kill something now, instead of having to wait another hour!” Kanye responded in a rather annoyed tone.

     “Well nothing stopping Kanye from killing random rabbits on the trail.”

     “True, true, I can just do that, I mean we did say we were gonna make a pile of animal corpses a few minutes ago, so I guess-”

     Chime, knowing just how long Kanye’s rambles could be, chose right then and there to tune out of his serial killer buddy’s babbling, and instead began to gaze around at the crooked and cracked shadowy walls and the sheer intimidation of the height of the natural formation around them. It was a truly breathtaking sight if you really stopped to take it in. Chime shuddered slightly. He wasn’t used to feeling trapped in any capacity, especially now that he was a ghost, and could merely float, hover, and phase through anything he wanted. And yet, within these walls, Chime had an odd suspicion that if he tried to phase through them, he would just end up stuck in between the wall and the outside world, unable to be freed until erosion did its thing. The massive scale of the walls was another thing entirely, it almost felt like they had wandered into a bottomless pit, and any attempts to escape would be futile. Chime shook his head. “No, no, there’s no way anything like that could ever happen to me or Kanye.” he attempted to reason to himself in his head as Kanye continued rambling on about the best method to slaughter rats vs raccoons.

     Chime was just about certain that he had rid his mind of all of that superstitious nonsense he was going on about to himself earlier. That was, until out of absolutely nowhere, a comparatively large metallic hand reached out from the shadows, seemingly intent on personally delivering a chokehold straight to Kanye’s throat.

     Chime was only able to holler out: “KANYE LOOK OUT!” before it was too late. Kanye was only able to give out a single yelp before his neck was completely closed in on, leaving him dangling slightly off the ground as he was held up, and within the mercy of this stranger’s deathly grasp. His knife, unfortunately, was flung out of his pocket before he could even attempt to reach for it, leaving him completely and utterly defenseless as this stranger further tightened their iron grip.

     Chime, being a ghost, was unable to physically interact with the hand or the arm, leaving him with only one option on the table: A possession attempt. Almost instantly, he practically flung himself at this stranger’s head, in order to phase through it and reach their brain, only for him to, completely out of the blue, slam his entire body square on the head of the stranger, causing him to almost instantly recoil with a yowl of pain.

     “OWWW!” Chime cried out once he had landed on the floor, writing in agony and unable to help Kanye at all. Throughout his suffering, however, Chime was able to realize in the moment that this failed possession attempt could only mean a single thing: Whoever this person was, they had no physical brain.

     Then at last, the stranger spoke. “Well well well, look who was foolish enough to take the bait.” it said to Kanye, in a much more feminine voice than he was expecting. Kanye was unable to respond to the stranger, as he was currently locked in a despairing struggle to breathe. Chime was the only one left between him and Kanye able to speak, and only managed to force out a single word: “BAIT?” before his voice box ultimately failed him.

     “Yes, Kanye’s…grammatically illiterate friend, whatever your name is. Bait. Did you really think that any normal, well, ‘normal’ client of yours would ever decide to meet with you in a location as remote as THIS? There are plenty of other, much easier to access places they could’ve chosen, but no, your anonymous client picked this place, out of all places! And that was because they were never a client at all, but rather me! One step ahead of the game the entire time!”

     It was at this point that Kanye began to recognize the voice after having heard it speak for a while. Despite his current inability to breathe, he barely managed to choke out the word: “Freedom?” through his agony.

    Freedom let out a bit of an amused smirk. “Ah, so you do remember me.”

     Taking a few steps out into the barely lit middle of the pathway, Kanye and Chime were at last able to see the full form of this person who had deceived them. Chime realized right there and then how foolish they were for not having considered it earlier. Right there before his own two eyes, she stood. There she was in her full glory. The Statue Of Freedom.

     “You didn’t think I’d remember you, did you, Kanye? You thought I would just forget how you cheated me like that, huh? Well you were wrong! Dead wrong! And if it wasn’t for Fandom City’s stupid respawn system, you would be staying dead after this!”

     “What…what the hell are you talking about?” Chime wheezed out in desperation to make sense of the situation.

     “Oh, playing dumb, now, are we? Well, then let me reboot those brain cells for you, if you don’t mind!”

     Freedom then released her grip on Kanye only slightly, causing him to take in a gigantic deep breath of fresh oxygen while he still could. Narrowing her eyes, Freedom’s teeth began to furiously clench down on each other.

     “Where. Is. MY GOD. DAMM. MONEY, KANYE?” she screeched out bit by bit, in order to fully hammer home just how enraged she was.

     “...Wha-wait…Kanye! You never paid her back?” Chime gasped out in slight disbelief at what Freedom had just said.

     Freedom snapped her gaze down towards the still downed Chime. “Oh, trying to save your own non-existent hide now, are we?”

     It was then that Kanye knew that if he didn’t do something fast, his partner would be double dead in a matter of seconds. 

     “NO!” he desperately shrieked out. “HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH! HE NEVER KNEW I DIDN’T PAY YOU BACK!”

     Freedom turned her gaze back from Chime to Kanye with a bit of an interested, sly look on your face.

     “Seems like you two really do care about each other. Very well then, I shall spare the ghost. But YOU, oh, YOU! On the other hand, oh I’ve got some very special plans for you.” Freedom swiftly explained before momentarily removing Chime from the entire picture by mercilessly punting his tiny form to the other wall of the canyon passageway, knocking him out as soon as he hit it.

     “...what…what do you mean, ‘special plans’?” Kanye weakly gasped as he continued to struggle within Freedom’s grasp, attempting to piece some part of the puzzle together himself, now that his little buddy was unconscious and unable to ask for him.

     “Oh, what do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN? YOU NEVER PAID ME BACK, KANYE, AND FOR THAT-!” Freedom screeched out before suddenly lowering her voice. “I think It’s only fair.”

     Before Kanye even had the chance to respond, Freedom brought Kanye’s head closer to her face before slowly unveiling her large, copper maw to him. Immediately understanding where this was going, Kanye began helplessly thrashing around in her grip, hoping and praying he would be able to find some way, ANY WAY out of this situation before it came to completion.

     Unfortunately for him, Freedom was rather intent on NOT letting that happen, and as such, violently shoved Kanye’s head into her hot, soaking maw before he could do anything else. Kanye’s hair and face was almost immediately doused in a good coating of what Kanye soon discovered was not normal saliva. No, this was way worse. Kanye was able to tell right away that due to its metallic smell, it could not be anything other than liquid mercury.

     “Freedom, please, you don’t have to do this! I’m gonna pay you back, I promise!” Kanye began to desperately plead with Freedom before he let out a few pained coughs from the lethally close exposure to mercury he was getting.

     “I’m done hearing excuses. Give me the money once you reform, but I’m taking this payback now.” Freedom snarled back in response.

     Kanye, having no other options left, was forced to simply sit and take it as Freedom streaked her mercury-soaked tongue across Kanye’s hair and face. He let out a few more coughs as he helplessly squirmed around within the heated agony that was Freedom’s maw. Sensing how much pain Kanye was in already, Freedom at last decided that Kanye needed to be subjected to the worst of it in order for her to truly be satisfied.

     As such, Freedom proceeded to tilt her head back so Kanye’s body would slide downwards towards her gullet, making him easy to swallow. Kanye, knowing what Freedom was going to do next, could do nothing but brace himself as he felt his head getting squelched through her gullet and into her esophagus.

     This, of course, made it even more difficult for him to breathe as his upper body was inserted into Freedom’s maw. Freedom at this point could’ve just sped the process up with a few quick gulps, but instead, she decided to allow herself to savor the moment, gently rubbing her hand over the slight bulge Kanye made in her throat. She then decided to allow her tongue to trail all the way around Kanye’s body, getting his torso completely smothered in liquid mercury as Freedom examined the rich taste of filth and encrusted blood staining his skin and clothes.

     Then at last, once Freedom had gotten enough of his taste, she briefly cleared her windpipe before gulping Kanye down once more, allowing his legs and feet to enter her maw and pushing him further down into her body. Freedom gulped a third time, thus squeezing the entirety of Kanye into her esophagus, with only one way to go: down to her stomach.

     Now that it had fully cemented in his mind that he had nowhere left to go, Kanye began to fully freak out, his heart rate picking up to an insane pace as he began aggressively squirming in a desperate attempt to perhaps force Freedom to throw him up. This, however, would all prove to be in vain as Kanye found himself beginning to get squeezed through Freedom’s lower esophageal sphincter and out into her stomach.

     The near-instant Kanye plunged down into her mercury filled guts, a horrendous shock of pain jolted its way up his spine and left most of his nervous system numb afterwards. Freedom’s stomach had already begun the process of digesting him, right off the get-go. 

     “Enjoying it in there?” Freedom cheekily teased her prey as she lay a hand over her slightly bulging stomach and began to give it a few rubs as it began sizzling away at Kanye’s skin layers in order to eventually melt him down to a mush, that was, before Fandom City respawned him, of course. 

     Even so, Freedom wouldn’t let that fact retract from the moment, and simply allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of Kanye, the ever-infamous Kanye, the one so feared and loathed for having murdered the I.A.C.I.’s beloved Charlie, desperately squirming around in her stomach with nowhere to go. He was fully trapped, completely concealed, and had no choice but to let Freedom’s stomach do what it must so he may eventually respawn.

     Kanye on the inside was able to do nothing but his very best to keep himself sane as he was forced to watch the liquid mercury within Freedom’s stomach burn off layer after layer of his skin. It didn’t take long before it had reached his blood vessels, causing him to start bleeding out into the liquids, dyeing it a nice deep shade of crimson red.

     The constant searing and throbbing pain he was experiencing all over his body was not only chipping away at Kanye’s body, but his mind as well, as Kanye was just about on the tipping point of going utterly bananas, babbling out utter nonsense sentences as he sporadically thrashed around inside the soft and squishy, yet deadly organ. He was losing so much feeling in his muscles, however, especially in his lower half, that the constant agony that so vehemently plagued him in his current existence was only beginning to slightly subside as Kanye was almost forced by his body to close his eyes. He knew that the next time he woke up, he would be relieved from his pain, but for right now, all that his existence was was but a constant losing battle against Freedom’s stomach, an organ which, had it not been for Fandom City, would have become his permanent resting place.

     As Kanye at last slipped into sweet, sweet unconsciousness, his body somewhat slid further down into her mercury-infused acids now that he wasn’t hopelessly fighting to keep his upper half above the liquids.

     As such, Kanye’s torso and head joined in with his legs and feet and the process of digestion continued along rather smoothly. The organ grumbled and groaned as it shifted and mashed up the pieces of what used to be Kanye’s conscious form into a mushy pulp, sloshing and jostling around until the weak shapes of human body parts crumbled apart and Kanye’s form was no more.

      Freedom’s stomach finished the digestion process by slushing up the mixture until it was homologized, and no more large chunks of flesh bobbed up and down within the goopy soup of chyme.

     On the outside, Freedom felt nothing but delight as her bulge began to shrink, a sign that she knew her job was done, causing her to rub over her rather full stomach a few more times before stretching for a second, giving a yawn, and allowing her digestive system to continue on and churn Kanye’s digested cells through her intestines as she slept. 

     Freedom chuckled. “Once he’s reformed, he definitely won’t forget to give me back that money.”

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 7

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. [Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Tipsy/Drunk Sex.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism.] *Note: Rowan Scamander and Tristan Graves are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

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“Thanks for the chocolate.”

“You wouldn’t give up magic for us in any case.”

“The Nine-Tailed Fox’s last appearance was allegedly in the forests of Japan.”

“I do care about who my little fox girl thinks she belongs to. I care very much.”

“Friends who don’t hurt each other.”

All of these thoughts were running through your mind as you sat in your first class back – Potions.

Sirius slid into the seat next to you. “Find any foxes?” he asked, shooting you a wink.

“Yes, in fact,” you replied calmly. “And please don’t wink at me.”

“Why?” Sirius asked you, running his hand through his hair. “Does something for you, does it?”

“Oh God,” you groaned, leaning forward onto the desk and putting your head in your hands. “I forgot what it’s like to sit next to you.”

Sirius smirked. “You know what you need?”

“To kill you,” you deadpanned at once.

“Er, no. You need to let your stress out.”

“Again,” you insisted, “I could kill you.”

“You probably could,” Sirius relented, “but I was suggesting that you come to the New Year’s Party tonight.”

“What?” You turned your head in your hands to look warily at Sirius.

“A party,” Sirius repeated. “Gryffindor Tower, tonight. It’s sort-of a New Year’s and Welcome Back party together.” He frowned a little. “It happens every year. Haven’t you come to one before?”

“Do I look like I’ve gone before?” you quipped back.

“Ah, you prefer that cave of yours, don’t you?”

You simply shook your head, as Professor Slughorn walked in just then. But deep inside of yourself, you felt a slight sense of relief. Sirius always seemed to offer you a distraction. You’d never needed a distraction when your entire focus was on the Nine-Tailed Fox, but lately, you welcomed a bit of distraction – even if it was offered by the ever-annoying, ever-charming, Sirius Black.

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“And she emerges from her mystical cave!”

You scowled brilliantly at Sirius. “Shut up.”

But Sirius wasn’t exactly wrong. Even other Ravenclaws were pointing at you and whispering. You never came to parties.

Trying not to draw any more eyes on you, you quickly joined a table where people were playing drinking games with Exploding Snap cards. James was there with Lily, as were a few other seventh-year Gryffindors that you recognized, but even more that you didn’t.

Good. I don’t want to know these people.

An hour later, it didn’t matter. Everyone around the table, including you, was quite drunk. Playing with a pack of Exploding Snap cards always promised high states of drunk-ness because it limited the length of any one particular game. The cards would explode and whoever’s turn it was had to drink. The cards exploded about every three to five minutes, ensuring that someone drank every three to five minutes.

Then, a group of Hufflepuffs joined the table. Shifting to make way for everybody, Sirius had slipped behind you and without really thinking about it, put his hands on your waist to gently push you forward. He was tall enough to see the table of cards while standing behind you as long as you were bending slightly over the table, which you now were.

A soft breath left you as your hips hit the edge of the table.

Sirius looked down. “You all right, love?”

You looked back at him and nodded. He reached around you to pick up his drink. Trying to one-shot it, he accidentally sloshed a little bit onto your neck.

“Black!” you said, annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said quickly, and reaching down, he grasped the back of your neck and used his thumb to wipe off the droplets of Firewhiskey from your neck.

A minute later, the cards exploded rather close to you and Sirius, and Sirius had the nerve to use you as a shield.

“Black!” you screeched, infuriated. You reached up and attempted to wipe the soot off of your face. But of course, you couldn’t see your own face.

“All right, keep your knickers on,” Sirius replied, chortling. “Turn around. I’ll wipe your face for you.”

You refused him, but Sirius grasped your shoulders and firmly turned you around. However, when he made to put his hand on your face to wipe your cheek, you snapped at his fingers.

“Merlin,” he muttered. “Nearly bit my fingers right off.”

“Then keep your hands to yourself,” you warned him.

“But you had a bit of soot right - ”

“I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“Fine, fine,” Sirius relented. A beat later, he added impishly, “Not like I’m the one with soot all down her left cheek.”

You scowled as you reached up to wipe your left cheek.

Standing behind you, Sirius grinned. It’s actually her right cheek. Then, he leaned forward, so that he was pressing into you from behind, and he whispered into your ear, “By the way, when I said to keep your knickers on, was I referencing boyshorts or panties? You tell me.”

“Shut up,” you growled back.

“Because if it’s boyshorts, then we needn’t worry about them coming off, do we? They never come off,” he teased you. Then, he continued suggestively, “They have to be ripped open.”

“Oi, your turn,” a Hufflepuff boy told you just then.

“Oh, um, right.” Distracted by Sirius, you hadn’t been thinking ahead. You put down any old card. But to your dismay, the entire group guffawed. You’d lost the round.

“Take the shot!” the group called at you.

Sighing, you took the shot of Firewhiskey. To drink it, you threw your head back to down it in one. Behind you, Sirius stepped back quickly to avoid getting hit, but he reached out and put his hands on your waist again, his fingers slipping above your skirt and under your shirt.

As you continued playing the game, you did think that Sirius was staying rather close to you, but you didn’t think much of it. However, towards the end of the game, when you were drunker than you had ever been in your life, you were leaning back against him and he had his arms around your waist, and the two of you were swaying slightly in rhythm to the music in the background.

When you leaned forward to put your last card down, you felt Sirius grinding slightly against your ass, and he was steadily getting harder.

“Jesus, Padfoot,” you heard James mutter from besides Sirius.

At that point, Sirius took you by the hand and pulled you over to a corner that was half-covered by a bookcase, turning you around so that your back was against the wall and you were facing him.

“Black - ”

Sirius cupped your face and kissed you.

You kissed him back for a moment, but as you felt his hand squeeze the back of your neck, you looked up at him suspiciously and teased him, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Following through with that wink from this morning,” Sirius murmured to you cheekily.

You rolled your eyes. “No one asked for a follow-through, Black.”

“All right, then, how about we consider this a follow-through from that time I had you on my floor, and you were moaning, ‘Fuck me’ into my ear?”

“That was…”

“Was what?” Leaning down, Sirius pressed his mouth against your neck while simultaneously reaching down and pushing his hand under your skirt.

You felt his warm fingertips brush over your lower tummy, and then start to slide down. You cut off as you abruptly breathed in.

“Was what, puppy?” Sirius teased you.

“S-Shut up.”

Sirius’ hand wasn’t quite fitting into the tight band line of your skirt, so he gave it an impatient jerk.

“Hey!” you said indignantly. “This is my school uniform! Don’t rip it.”

“Well, why are you wearing your school skirt to a party?” Sirius retorted. “If you’d worn a dress, like all of the other girls out there, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“You expected for me to wear a dress? For you?” You scoffed. “Dream on, Black.”

“Well, actually,” Sirius replied, “I thought you’d show up in full-length cargo pants so you could come and fight me. I figured you weren’t the type to be satisfied with a slap in the face, two detentions, a falsely planted keychain, and a little hate sex.”

“Black, you can be so incredibly ridiculous somet - ” you started, but you cut off again when Sirius finally managed to shove his hand into your skirt, and you felt his fingers pressing up against you. “Mmm…” you breathed out.

Sirius had one hand on the wall as he bent down and continued to suck and bite on your neck.

“Ow,” you murmured. “Stop biting me so much.”

“Can’t,” Sirius said, his voice muffled, as he kept his lips and teeth locked against your skin. “It’s payback, you little fox.”

His fingers were starting to knead themselves against your boyshorts, rubbing you in just the right place to make you start to get wet.

“So, I was right. Boyshorts again.” Sirius noted, smirking against your neck now.

“Yes, and don’t you dare rip through them this time, you ass.” You turned your head to glare at him, but you didn’t have any time to pull your expression together before Sirius captured your lips in a kiss.

“I can taste the Firewhiskey on your lips,” he murmured, with his lips still warm and pressing on yours. “You must be terrible at cards.”

“‘S your fault. You kept saying stupid things to me.”

“Maybe I did,” Sirius retorted, murmuring softly to you, “but you’re the one who looks like an idiot. You still have soot on your cheek, puppy.”

“I’m not a puppy,” you told him at once.

But at the moment, you felt his fingers press down hard on your clit.

You whined softly.

“You sure about that?” Sirius asked you, his voice now low and husky. “You sound just like one.”

Just then, a roar of laughter rang out from the group of people still standing at the table, still carrying on with drinking games.

“Wait,” you breathed out, “we’re still in the common room. Someone’s going to see us…”

“No, they won’t,” he murmured. “No one can see us back here. No one’s paying attention, anyways.”

It was true that between the bookcase and the way Sirius was standing, if anyone was watching, they were likely only to see his back.

“What if they hear me?” you whispered back, even now making an effort to choke back your moans as he fingered you through your panties, slowly but surely stuffing your boyshorts into your wet little hole now with his index finger.

The corner of Sirius’ lips pulled up as he whispered back, a bit throatily, “Then keep silent, love.” With that, he pushed aside your now soaked-through panties and plunged his fingers into you.

“Uhn!” you cried out softly.

“Shh…” he said, but the next second, he groaned himself, “God, you’re already starting to get all wet. It’s like you’re begging to be fucked.”

Your hand once again found solace on Sirius’ shoulder, and you slowly gripped his shirt into a tight fist as he finger fucked you hard, pushing his fingers in knuckle-deep into your tight, wet pussy over and over again.

“Sirius, nngh, t-too fast. I’m gonna - ”

“So, you’ll only call me by my first name when I have you like this?”

You shut your eyes tightly. “‘S not the – the point, uhn!”

“Sh, love, you’ve got to keep it down, or someone really will hear you.”

Unable to help yourself, you suddenly pushed yourself off of the wall and hugged Sirius, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest to relieve yourself of your held-back moans. You moaned out heavily into his chest. Sirius chuckled lightly, but held you against him with one arm, tucking you against his strong, warm body, even as he mercilessly continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm. Only a few seconds later, and you had thoroughly drenched both his hand and your thighs with cum.  

You gripped the front of his shirt with both hands tightly and kept your face buried against him as you panted out the last waves of your climax.

“You cum so pretty,” Sirius complimented you, his own voice quite breathy and soft. “You know, I rather like you like this. You’ve got such a soft little mouth when you’re not biting me. Makes me think that I’d love to see you take my cock in your mouth. I should have taken you up on your offer last time.”

A bit taken aback by his words, you looked up at him, only to have Sirius kiss you deeply before bringing up his fingers and pushing them gently into your mouth to suck on, having you taste your own cum on his fingers. Your lips wrapped around his fingers perfectly, and Sirius watched you suck hard on them. He slowly pushed his fingers back and forth between your lips, imagining that it was his cock in your mouth.

Fuck, he thought, how did I never notice what a pretty little mouth she has – when she’s not mouthing off at me, I suppose. He nearly chuckled to himself, but his mind was too preoccupied by other things, for he was quite hard by now.

He whispered to you, “That’s enough of my fingers for you, love. Get on your knees.”

You dropped down onto your knees while Sirius unzipped his pants. You then pushed your hair back before taking his cock in both of your hands. However, just before you started to put his cock in your mouth, you reached down to touch yourself and rub cum from your pussy all over his cock first. Sirius groaned when he felt your cum on his cock, and your hands rubbing all over him. He then bit down on his lower lip as his head tilted back slightly. Then, you finally took his cock in your wet, warm little mouth. Sirius hissed, his bottom lip sliding out from between his teeth, and then he gritted his teeth as he watched you bob your head up and down along the length of his shaft.

Sirius, unable to help himself because of how good you felt and how incredibly pretty you looked with your lips wrapped around his cock like that, reached down and took your head in his large hands and held you in place as he thrust slightly.

Surprised, you gagged, and your hands shot up and pressed against his thighs.

“Sorry,” Sirius said quickly and he instantly let you go.  

You looked up at him. There was a small glistening line of pre-cum running down the corner of your mouth, and your hair stuck up slightly in the back because of how Sirius had been holding your head in his hands. Seeing you like that, Sirius patted your hair back down again. He reached down to wipe that thin line of pre-cum from your mouth, but you merely shook your head and said, “It’s okay. You can do that again, if you want.”

“What?” Sirius asked, looking down at you. “Fuck you in your mouth?”

You nodded. It felt a little strange, and it tasted a bit weird, too, since this is the first time I’ve ever had a man’s cock in my mouth, but he seems to like it…  

Sirius, having permission, reached down, and he held your head in his strong, warm hands again before thrusting himself into your open mouth again, rougher this time.

“Close your lips, wrap them around my cock,” he ordered you in a harsh whisper.

You nodded once, and did exactly that.

Sirius let out an appreciative, soft growl, and he fucked you harder right in your perfect little mouth. Soon, his cock hit against the back of your throat.

“Mm!” you moaned out, though your voice was muffled by the thick cock filling your little mouth.

“Relax, puppy, you can take me,” Sirius coaxed you.

You nodded a little, and you tried to relax your throat as you continued to take him.

Sirius let out a longer, heavier groan and then he gently pushed your head down, making you take him even deeper. A strange, soft whimper left you as you deep-throated him.

Sirius still held you down for a long moment, and when he finally released you, you were panting.

You didn’t have any time to gather yourself, though, as Sirius came hard all over your face just then.

You gasped loudly as thick strands of cum landed all over your face. As you’d opened your mouth to gasp, some of Sirius’ cum even landed in your mouth and you tasted it on your tongue – slightly sweet, slightly bitter, and a bit… salty?  

Seeing you still sitting there, unsure of what to do with cum all over your face, Sirius reached down for you. My cum all over her face and she just sits there and tries to make out the taste of my cum in her mouth. She is a rather good girl, isn’t she? Unexpectedly, the more sex I have with her – not that we’ve had a lot yet – the more I’m starting to think that she’s actually very innocent about these things. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, since she only ever hung out with Scamander, but I feel bad now for how rough I’ve started off with her. If I’d known… I should have asked. Damn. Sliding his hands under your arms, Sirius yanked you up and pushed you against the wall gently to pin you down while he wiped your face with his sleeve. Then, he softly grasped your face in his hand and kissed you.

Already breathless from taking his cock in your mouth until you came, you found yourself panting into Sirius’ mouth, and you couldn’t help but whine slightly as you felt his hands squeeze your waist tightly for a moment. The tiny bit of lip gloss you’d put on was certainly smeared, if not long gone by now, and you still had a little bit of his cum in my hair, but you hardly noticed these things as you were so lost to the sensation of Sirius pressing you up against the wall. He was so strong, and his body was so warm...

The only thing was:  “S-Sirius, I-I can’t breathe,” you finally made yourself say as his kisses became rougher and more restless, wanting you, needing you.

Sirius breathed out heavily before he backed away from you a little.

“We probably shouldn’t fuck, right?” he asked, giving you an odd, almost tender smile.

You looked at him, nonplussed. “I mean, we have before,” you murmured.

“That’s true,” Sirius acknowledged, and his trademark smirk broke through his odd smile. “But I’m thinking that we should be a little more careful now, love.”

With that, Sirius pulled up his pants and buckled them back up.

You paused, brow furrowing. “And why’s that?” you asked him, almost demandingly.

“Because,” Sirius said matter-of-factly, “you’re not nearly as experienced as I thought you were. I’m sorry about that.”

You blinked. What?

Sirius bent down and kissed you on your now-clean right cheek. “That was great, though. Thanks for that.”

And he was gone.  

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Two weeks passed, in which Sirius treated you cordially in the hallways and still flirted shamelessly with you in Potions class, but he didn’t suggest anything beyond that anymore. Honestly, that was fine with you. You just shrugged it off. Fine, I figure I’ve evened out my score with him. Besides, it was all a bit of fun. He was using me to distract himself from Marlene, I’m sure, and I was using him to forget Rowan. Anyways, if I’m being really honest with myself, the person I really think of most days is… You bit down on your lower lip, forcing yourself not to finish that thought. You knew that it would only make you upset, because Remus hadn’t shown up once to your hiding spot this term. In fact, the last thing he’d “said” to you was: “Thanks for the chocolate.”

Some part of you wanted to march up to him in class and ask him if he was done with you, but there was this unspoken rule between you two where you wouldn’t speak to each other in public, only in that private hiding spot of yours up by Ravenclaw Tower. Neither of you had ever stated this rule aloud, but you both secretly enjoyed the idea of having a secret spot, and a secret, yet somehow incredibly meaningful relationship. But now, Remus wasn’t showing up, and you were left wondering if you’d imagined it all.

I know we left things off at an undefined and awkward place, but I thought that we had mattered to each other in some way, at least. That’s why I swallowed my pride, forced myself to show some courage, and told him straightforwardly that we could be anything he wanted us to be. But I guess I assumed it’d be something, not… nothing.  

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Finally, when you saw Remus in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor Table for breakfast three weeks later, something in you broke. After all, even with Rowan, the issue might have been resolved if you’d just talked to him sooner…

Ducking your head to avoid drawing attention and holding your books close to your chest to hide your Ravenclaw tie, you made your way to the Gryffindor table and slid into the empty seat next to Remus.

Remus’ eyes widened, but he quickly looked down at his plate without acknowledging you. You decided to try to subtly reach for his arm, but Remus only turned away from you. You paused, wondering if you’d just reached for him at the wrong time.

“Re - ” you began.

But Remus got up just then, clearing his throat, and he left the table quickly.

That definitely wasn’t accidental timing, you realized. So, he really has been avoiding me.

You sat there, with your heart sinking to your stomach, when suddenly, none other than Marlene McKinnon was suddenly sitting across from you and saying brightly, “Hi! Fancy seeing a Ravenclaw here.”

“Oh… Um, yes, hi. Sorry, it was a mistake,” you said quickly, getting up from the Gryffindor table.

“No, stay,” Marlene told you, smiling welcomingly at you. “We don’t bite!”

You shook your head quickly. “I’ve got to go. Have… some reading to do.”

With that, you left the Great Hall and hurried after Remus.

 When you finally made it out to the hallway where the majority of the classrooms were, you spotted Remus walking down the long corridor. You called out, “Remus!”

Remus was a bit ahead of you, his long strides making it hard for you to catch up with him. Hearing you call out his name, Remus paused and glanced over his shoulder, but then, actually seeing you, he started to walk faster. You also began to walk quite quickly, but ultimately had to basically run after him to catch him. You stopped in front of him and put your hands out, stopping him physically.

“Wait,” you said a bit breathlessly. “Remus, what’s gotten into you?”

His eyes fell to the floor and he murmured, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing?” you repeated questioningly, raising your eyebrows at him. “You treating me like this, ignoring me like this – this is nothing to you, is it?”

Remus didn’t respond.

“Remus,” you continued, softening your voice. “I know I haven’t known you for very long, and I know that I’m – I’m probably boring you with all of research, because I know it bores everyone and makes them think I’m weird, but I thought that…”

You looked up at Remus, only to see him staring at you with a hard, rocky glare that could bore a hole through your forehead. You quickly dropped your gaze, shocked to see him look so… angry. “Well, you haven’t been coming around lately, and so I figured I had to ask you how… how you are,” you finished lamely.

“I’m fine,” Remus said tersely. Then, he began to turn away from you.

“Wait, Remus,” you started, reaching out to pull him back.

But Remus stepped away from you, shaking his head angrily.

“What have I done?’ you asked miserably, stepping after him. “At least tell me what I’ve done wrong.”

“You’ve no right - ” Remus began to retort, but he stopped himself.

“What?” you pressed. “I’ve no right to what? Your friendship?”

When he didn’t reply, you spoke in a dejected mumble, “I said we could be anything you wanted us to be, and I thought we agreed we’d be friends. I thought we agreed not to hurt each o - ”

“You can’t do this,” Remus said suddenly, and his voice was obviously angry. “You can’t act the way you did that night, and then come to me begging for my - my friendship.”

You paused, confused. “What are you talking about?” you asked him. “That night…?”

Remus seemed to be fighting to keep quiet, but then he blurted out, “At the New Year’s party. With Sirius.”

“Sirius?” you repeated.

“You… and him,” Remus said, pointedly looking away from you now as his neck and face became tinged with a light pink.

Oh… you realized. Is that what this is about?

You shook your head at once. “Remus, that was nothing,” you said. “We were just having fun, messing around…”

“Just having fun,” Remus repeated, and his voice mirrored the miserable feeling that you had just been feeling.

You hesitated, before saying to Remus in as soothing a voice as you could, “But I don’t understand. Is that what’s making you so upset?”

“I’m not upset,” Remus said quickly.

Not knowing what else to do, you reached out and touched his shoulder. You knew instinctively that the more you pressed him with words, the more defensive he would get, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Do you…” Remus faltered for a moment before he asked, almost shamefully, “Do you like him?”

“Sirius?”

“Yes.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.

Remus finally looked at you as you giggled.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Then… why did you let him touch you that way?” Remus asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I… What?” you said, taken aback by the intensity in his voice.

“I saw you…” he murmured, barely moving his lips, “I saw you get down onto your knees in front of him…”

You blushed and suddenly dropped your hand from his shoulder, looking away.

“You saw us doing… that?” you asked, embarrassed. You thought that Remus had just been talking about you and Sirius being a bit flirty at the table. Of course, it still didn’t change the fact that it was just for fun, for pleasure, but you hadn’t realized that Remus had seen Sirius and you together in the corner at all.

Remus paused, not wanting to reveal the extent to which he’d seen you and Sirius together, as it would reveal the fact that he had, despite his best intentions, been watching you two all night in the corner.

He’d seen Sirius gently corner you against the wall and reach down. Remus had quickly looked away, but he was wholly unable to ignore the movements and flashes out of the corner of his eye.  He’d caught glimpses of your bare thighs, your skirt fluttering and Sirius’ arm jerking up and down roughly as he fingered you. Sirius had buried his head against your neck, but a moment later, he lifted his head and the two of you had kissed passionately.

It was seeing you kiss him back that really triggered something very much like fury in Remus. Of course, he thought savagely, all the girls prefer Sirius. Remus saw your hand suddenly appear on Sirius’ shoulder as you gripped his shirt tightly and even Remus, standing some feet away, could tell that you were about to cum. Sirius didn’t let up though, as Remus could tell by the way his arm kept moving, a bit forcefully, no doubt shoving his thick fingers into your tiny cunt.

Then, Remus saw your head move, lifting up off the wall and then disappearing as you pressed yourself against Sirius, just as you came quite hard all over his fingers. Remus could make out your legs trembling between his. You were a little shivering thing against him, that was all, a little fox spirit cumming all over his best friend’s fingers.  

But if seeing you grip Sirius’ shirt did things to Remus, imagine how he felt when he saw you drop onto your knees for Sirius. Remus couldn’t see your face, but he could see your legs on the ground and as your skirt rose up and down on your thighs as you bobbed your head back and forth, he could see flashes of the insides of your now wet, glistening thighs.

Remus was gripping his drink so hard that it was a wonder it didn’t break. He saw your infamous and gorgeous blue hair flicking past Sirius’ silhouette from time to time, waving back and forth in the air as you moved your head up and down dutifully for Sirius’ pleasure.

After a few minutes, you reached down to touch yourself while you took Sirius’ cock. Remus’ eyes had widened. Because Sirius was standing and you were sitting, Remus had a full view of the way you spread your thighs slightly and reaching under your skirt, you began to touch yourself. Then, you reached back up with your hands and Remus could guess what you were doing – rubbing your cum all over Sirius’ cock.

At that moment, Sirius’ head dipped back slightly as he groaned out loud at how good you made him feel. Remus’ face was bright red by now. Yeah, Sirius mentioned that he’d gone up to your spot and apologized to you. But this… being finger-fucked against a wall by him and then returning the favor by taking his cock in your sweet little mouth… seems far beyond an apology. The two of you had always been far from friends, so what the hell is going on now?

Remus just couldn’t make sense of it, and he found himself thinking, quite miserably: What if this is all my fault? Because I told Sirius where he could find her…  

At that moment, James came by. He wrapped an arm around Remus’ shoulders. “You hanging in there, Moony?”

Remus nodded, moving his head away slightly to avoid the scent of Firewhiskey coming off of James. Remus also subtly placed his hand over himself, to hide his hard-on.

“Your face is red,” James noted. “Have you been drinking? Good for you, Moons.”

Remus finally looked at James. But it was the wrong moment, because just then, over James’ shoulder, Remus saw Sirius reach down with both his hands and his shoulders tensed and though Remus couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, he saw your thighs shiver against the floor and a quick flash as your hands shot up in surprise.

Remus forced himself to look away and address James. “Prongs, mate, how much have you had to drink?”

James shrugged. “Had a few, I s’pose.”

“Have you seen Evans?” he asked, a moment later.

Remus shook his head. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since the game ended.”

“Ah, shame,” James murmured.

Remus raised an eyebrow at him. “Is it? I don’t think she’d be too impressed with how drunk you are.”

James chuckled. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, Moons. But getting drunk doesn’t take away my charm. In fact, girls often prefer me this way.” He shot me a lazy wink.

“I… I don’t think that’s a compliment, Prongs, sorry,” Remus said honestly.

James clapped Remus on the shoulder. Remus winced.

“Enjoy yourself,” James said, and he was off, back to being the life of the party.

Don’t look, don’t look, Remus warned himself. But he did anyways.

Just in time to see Sirius cum all over your face. Remus couldn’t see it exactly, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on.

But now, Sirius was pulling you up, only to pin you to the wall and capture your lips in yet another kiss. Remus could make out your lovely face, the way your lips opened for his, the blush across your cheeks, and your sweetly closed eyes. Remus could also make out the way your chest rose and fell quickly, as you were becoming quite breathless thanks to Sirius’ long, deep kiss where he continued to claim your soft little mouth in his much more demanding one.  It was torture to watch you like this, and with Sirius, no less.

When Sirius finally stepped away, Remus was finally able to let out the breath he felt like he’d been holding for an eternity. Remus sloppily put his drink down, accidentally knocking over someone else’s drink, but he didn’t notice. He raced upstairs to the boys’ dormitory and reaching into his robes, quickly ran his hand up and down his throbbing, swollen cock until he came – one hand on the bedpost as he slumped over and finished, now breathless himself. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and rushed into the shower.

A moment later, someone came in.

Remus calmed himself down in the shower, purposefully turning on ice-cold water to wake himself up and get his body temperature back to normal. When he came out, Sirius was there, lazily pulling off his shirt and falling back on his bed.

“Moony?” Sirius mumbled. “That you?”

“Yeah,” Remus said quietly. “It’s me, Pads.”

“Did you have a good time down there?” Sirius asked, his eyes shutting already.

“It was… all right,” Remus managed to say. “You?”

Sirius shrugged. “Eh. It was fun, I guess.”

Remus looked at him in disbelief. But he managed to hold it back as he said, “Padfoot.”

“Hm?”

Remus threw his towel at him. “Go brush your teeth.”

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“Remus?”

Remus was jerked out of his memory as you were still looking at him, determined to figure out what was wrong with him. You didn’t know, did you? You had no idea… Remus thought miserably. That he had cum thinking of you last night, harder than he had cum in a long time. And how torturous it had been to see you cumming because of Sirius’ fingers inside of your tight little body and how willingly you had got onto your knees to please him, to take his cock in your mouth… Remus suddenly found himself staring at your soft lips.

“Remus?” you repeated, and now your soft, pretty lips were moving, but saying his name. His.

Before he knew it, Remus Lupin had leaned forward to kiss you.

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