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thehotelbellamuerte2022 · 2 years

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The Hotel Bella Muerte: The Doll Room

Thump! My eyes shot open. Thump! I quickly shot up in the bed. Thump! Thump! Thump! What the hell was that?!? I got up quickly from the bed and tripped over my own two feet in the process, falling flat on my face into the carpet. I slowly stood, making sure that I hadn’t broken anything in the process, and looked around the room checking to see if anyone had seen my fall, but quickly regained my bearings and realized where I was and how ridiculous a thought that was. I straightened my clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles, and walked toward where I believed the sound had originated. Thump! The sound came once more from the other side of my door. Whatever was making the thumping noise had to be very large based on the increasing loudness of each thump. I paused thinking about whether or not I wanted to open the door after all, but decided I’d rather find out who or what was making the noise rather than stay scared and huddled in a corner of my room. With that, I reached out my hand, albeit a shaky hand, began to unlock and open the door, swinging it open wide.

Clink. Something touched my foot. Shrieking and jumping back, yanking back my leg to shake off whatever had touched my foot, looking down quickly in the process.

“What the hell?” I said quizzically.

All that I had imagined in my head to be on the other side of the door couldn’t compare to what actually was there, lying face down on the floor. It was tiny, doll , just lying there, chilling out and just…. laying there. Not the monster I had imagined but what I would come to wish had been the monster after all. It was a petite, old fashioned doll.

I picked the doll up and began to look at it. It was an old, old doll. Made from what I imagined was porcelain or bisque, with a white sleeping gown on like the one you would have seen in an old photo of a young baby in years past. The face of the doll was childlike, with pink, rosy cheeks and wide blue glass eyes, and short, curly, honey brown hair. It looked innocent enough. I would almost venture to say it was pretty if I was the sort of person who collected dolls, but I wasn’t. I found them utterly creepy and weird.

“Now who left you here?” I asked it as if it would answer me. It didn’t. It just stared back at me unblinkingly. “And where in the world did you come from?” Still no answer. I called out a “Hello” wondering if maybe Mr. Elberton left it for me as a gift, though I didn’t quite believe that he could’ve knocked on the door so hard with those boney arms. Plus, I wouldn’t have described the sound as a knock. I was still half asleep and just wanted to get back to bed so I decided I would pursue the mystery later on the next morning. Till then the doll would be fine sitting in the chair in the sitting portion of the room. I set the doll gently in the chair and walked over to bed. Taking one last look at the doll, I laid back down and resumed my favorite sleeping position. Something was making me uneasy though. I reopened my eyes and looked over to the doll which was still sitting right where I had left it, still staring, still not blinking. That’s when I saw it. It was quick, hardly there, more of a flutter really, but I swear I had seen the doll’s eyes blink.

I shot up once again and being careful not to trip and fall, got up and walked over to the doll. I picked it back up and stared at it as if it was a staring contest. The doll won. I eased her back down but this time I turned her to face the opposite direction to me on the bed, that way she wouldn’t keep giving me the willies. I walked back over and got comfortable on the bed, closed my eyes and started to fall back asleep. Thump! Clink! I jumped up. This time the thumping was in the room with me. I looked to the floor, where the clinking sound came from and found the doll once again laying there on the ground. Surely, surely the thumps hadn’t come from the doll had they?

I got up very begrudgingly, my whole body feeling heavy with sleep, and walked over to the now fallen doll on the floor. I picked her up and gave her the once over, nothing broken, nothing strange at all about her, just the same staring, icy blue eyes. I set her back on the chair and slowly walked backwards to the bed, sat down on the edge, never taking my eyes off the doll. If it was the doll making the noise I was going to catch it this time. I must have stared at the doll for what felt like an eternity. It never blinking or moving, no thumps or clinking, it just sat there. I decided maybe the doll was perhaps a little shy. Maybe I needed to look away from the doll for it to do something. So I turned to the wall facing the opposite direction. After what felt like a second eternity I was about to give up. After all the thought that the doll was the source of the noise was preposterous. It wasn’t like the doll was a living being. THUMP! I jumped and spun around.

“Holy shit!” I screamed.

The doll was no longer on the chair. It wasn’t on the floor either. It had somehow moved and was sitting directly behind me on the bed. In my momentary fear I accidentally knocked it off the bed in one swift kick. The room started to shake and a rumbling sound began to exude from every wall crack and crevice of the room. It felt like what I would imagine a small earthquake to feel like. I sprung forward and grabbed the doll from where she had flown off the bed and onto the ground. I grabbed it quickly and began to apologize profusely to it, sitting on the floor with it, back to the bed, hoping it would calm it. After a few minutes of apologizing and nothing happening I decided to change tactics. Maybe a few compliments wouldn’t hurt anything? I told the doll how beautiful she was (despite the fact that I thought she was ugly as sin) and how much I liked her dress, the color of her eyes etc……… and surprisingly she calmed down and the rumbling and shaking of the room began to slowly die down with each compliment. Soon the rumbling ceased as did the loud pounding of my heart. I continued to hold the doll for a few more minutes. That’s when the thought hit me like a car. I had forgotten a crucial step in the process of closing the hotel for the night. I forgot to turn all the dolls facing the wall of the doll room. But where in the world was the doll room?

I decided to take another more in depth look at the hotel. I had no idea which room was the supposed “doll room” but I would find it before the night ended if I wanted to get any sleep at all. While still holding the doll, I got up off the floor, being careful not to drop the doll as I did so, and started for the door. After going down to the front desk to get the master keys I had left hanging on their hook, I decided I would start with the first room and work my way down the halls till I found the right room. I opened room #1. It was very unlike the rest of the hotel. The room was top to bottom jungle themed. A mural was on the wall depicting a typical jungle scene, a jaguar in the top corner slipping down the front of a tree, eyes on his next meal; a beautiful bird with bright, colorful plumage sitting on the forest floor. Other various birds looked on at the scene, hoping that their fellow feathered friend wouldn’t be somebody else’s lunch. The skill with which the mural had been painted was exceptional. The room itself was filled with a number of different plants of all varieties, making the room even more jungle like. As I stared mesmerized by the scene depicted, I became again all too aware of the little doll I held in my hands when it started to breathe. That’s right you heard me, the little creep began to breathe. I almost didn’t notice it at first, but the longer I stared into the room the more labored the breathing became, as if the doll wanted to make its presence known and remind me of the current task at hand. I closed the door softly and moved on to room #2 at the opposite side of the hallway.

I unlocked the door and opened it wide. Now this room was a little smaller than the last. The theme of this room seemed to be more modern. With a white deco flair, the whole room was….well…..white. White walls, white furniture, white bed….you get it; everything all sterile, unmoving white. The only things that gave color to the room were the various vases and china plates that hung on the walls with their splashes of cornflower blue hues. This room felt empty for the most part, like it was devoid of something that could give it life. I quickly closed the door and moved on since there was nothing worth seeing there. Moving on to room #3, I looked down and noticed that the doll, who had remained breathing and blinking now, began to look to the side at door #3 then back at me, those icy blue eyes staring a hole through me.

I began to move far more quickly now, panic beginning to set in. Was the doll literally coming alive? If I didn’t hurry would the doll begin to talk and walk as well? What were its intentions for me? The answer to these questions I did not know but I wasn’t going to plan on finding out. I swung room #3 open. At first glance this room looked like something you would find in a medieval castle. I couldn’t help but stop and stare in awe at the craftsmanship of the wood work that spanned the walls from floor to ceiling; the deep chestnut tones gave the room warmth as a fireplace lit up the whole room, which I found strange since I hadn’t seen a fireplace anywhere on the roof of the hotel. I wanted to spend time in this voluptuous room, but now the doll began to squirm a little. I said a mental farewell to the room as I left its luxury and comfort and turned quickly to the next room.

The room’s placard read #4. I quickly unlocked the door, rushing now to find the “doll room” and praying that this would be it. I did not want to find out what this doll was capable of if it truly “awakened” from its normal repose. This room, unfortunately, was not the doll room. It looked to be a room you would find in a dirty cottage, or perhaps underground hut, and unlike a hobbit hole this room was a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, and it did not radiate comfort in the least. This particular room was very easy to leave behind and I did so as quickly as possible, turning my nose up at the stench that wafted from it.

Room #5 was different from all the rest. This room looked like my childhood bedroom, or rather the childhood bedroom of a young boy who was deeply into sports of all types and kinds. There were sports posters hung from the wall, dirty clothes strewn about the floor and every hang-able surface.

“Just like I boy.” I muttered as I shook my head disapprovingly.

This room also had a weird funk to it, which I attributed to all the dirty laundry and gym cleats about the place. The place looked quite lived in, in comparison to the white deco room, but once again this room was not the doll room. I shut the door yet again growing more frantic and disappointed that I had not yet found the room. Perhaps I wouldn’t in time and the doll would come alive only to murder me in cold blood, at least that was what my brain was telling me would happen based on all the horror movies I had watched in my lifetime. At any rate I didn’t want to find out; I wanted to find the stupid doll room!

Room #6. This on felt promising for some reason, I mean how many more rooms would I have to go thru before I found the one?

“5 down and only 9 more rooms to go.” I said not liking those odds once I had said them out loud. “Well,” I looked at the doll, “Here’s to hoping.” I added crossing my fingers.

The room’s door opened with a hurried and loud bang as it hit the wall. Straight ahead in the back of the room was a set of long, double, glass doors, opened fully in the moonlight. I could hear the sound of gulls crying, being carried by the gentle breeze that blew through the open doors, fluttering the soft white curtains that surrounded them. This room looked like the upstairs bedroom of a beach house, complete with the widows walk that lay just beyond the doors in the back. It was a peaceful scene, and for a moment it calmed my spirit, reminding me that everything was going be ok. Then the doll started humming a jaunty little tune, reminding me everything was not going to be a-okay if I didn’t hurry up and find the fucking doll room. So I reluctantly left this room behind and moved on to room #7.

Please, please, please the doll room, I thought, almost uttering the words out loud but deciding not too in case the doll took offense a second time. I jiggled the key in the lock. Once I got that open I went to open the door, only to find it wouldn’t budge. I bumped the door a little. Nothing. I tried to lock and unlock the door hoping the third time would be the charm. Still, nothing. That was when the doll uttered a “Mama?”

“Oh hell naw!” I yelled out as I decided to body slam the door.

It took me three tries. Three tries and on the third, I very ungracefully entered the room similarly to how I had witnessed dozens of football players run into the opposing line at my high school football games. Now in order for you to fully get the level of fear I was now facing I have to break away from this narrative to tell a short story from my childhood.

I loved dolls as a child. Like any other little girl, I had my some odd 15 or 16 Barbie dolls and baby dolls growing up. I looked forward to Christmas and birthdays with the hope I could get another to add to my ever growing collection. You might be asking yourself how I went from loving dolls to hating them with fervor. Well I’ll tell you, my stupid Aunt Mable that’s what. She had a collection of every type of doll imaginable. Porcelain dolls, baby dolls, those cringey lifelike ones that people actually trick themselves into believing they’re real, and my all time favorite, ventriloquist dolls.

When I would go over to her house for a visit as a little girl, I loved to ooh and aah at all the pretty dolls. My most favorite was one that wore a floor length lavender purple, ballroom gown and had gorgeous dark brown, curly hair that was tied up into a loose bun, and carried a small parasol that matched her dress over her left shoulder. She would even let me play tea party with a few. I enjoyed my time at her house and was always sad to go and leave them behind. Well one summer I spent 3 days at her house while my parents went on a couples retreat. I remember being so excited. Thinking back on it now it’s almost unfortunate what happened next.

When I got there that summer day, it was hot and sticky outside in the humid air. I was ushered into the cool and refreshing house by my aunt. She told me I would be staying in the back bedroom which was technically the front of the old Victorian house since it faced the street, but my aunt only lived in the back end of the house for some reason. The only reason that I could remember was because the back of the house had air conditioning and the front didn’t. Anyways, I took my little suitcase and hurriedly and excitedly took it to the back of the house because that was where she kept her doll collection. I was thrilled to be in the”back” of the house where the dolls were; I just knew my aunt would let me play with them every day. After I had placed my suitcase in the room I turned around gleefully to see my favorite doll, however, there was a new face sitting next to where she was, higher up on a stack of boxes. Sitting there was a ventriloquist doll. It was one of those Charlie McCarthy dolls that had been super popular in the 1930’s. I had, up till that time never seen a doll quite like it. Sure I had seen other ventriloquist dolls before, my aunt had several in the attic where I was never allowed to go alone, but this one was different somehow. It was dressed to the nines in a fancy, black tux with coattails, a monocle, and a sly, wide toothy grin. To complete the look he even had a black top hat. His glass eyes were open wide and I felt a little uneasy under their leering glare. As I stood there staring at the doll my aunt had, unknown to me, walked up behind me.

“Do you like him?” She asked giving me a scare.

“I….I guess so?” I replied. “What’s his name?”

“His name is Charlie. He’s my newest little friend,” she always called her dolls her little friends as if that somehow made them more real and her less lonely. “I just got him in yesterday along with a few others. He is very special, he can talk and move on his own.” She added.

My eyes grew wide with the thought. If he could talk and move on his own, did that mean he could walk as well? “Aunt Mable,” I ventured, “Can he walk too?”

“Well you never know but it’ll be when you aren’t looking and you least expect it.” She said with a suggestive wink.

Now in my childish mind, the thought of a walking, talking, moving doll about the same height as me was terrifying. I loved to play with them and make up stories with them but if any of them began to move or talk on their own…..let’s just say I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but that wasn’t the only reason I would come to hate that doll.

That night at my aunt’s house, after I finished brushing my teeth, I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I had spent most of the latter part of the day in the front of the house with my aunt baking cookies and making dinner, then watching my favorite movie at the time, Beauty and the Beast, while eating in the living room on tv dinner trays. Now that it was night and the sun had set, the world was dark and quiet out except for the electric hum of the street lamp that sat directly outside the door. As I turned to head into my room for the night, I instinctively turned to take a look at the dolls just as I had done a hundred times before, except this time it was night out, and I had never seen the dolls in the dark before. You see, there was a window that sat just above the door, a green stained glass window with flecks of red intertwined with the green, and blue edges that made the colors pop. The window was beautiful in the daytime and equally so in the night due to the streetlamp that shone through.

As I turned to look once more at the dolls, I found myself absolutely horrified. The reds, greens and blues from the stained glass window gave an eerie glow to the room. Depending on where the colored light shone, it glinted off the dolls glass eyes, gave their skin in an unnatural, sickly, pallor and bathed the room in a kaleidoscope of hair raising hues. I surveyed the room, my heart pounding and my palms becoming sweaty. My eyes finally rested on the largest doll of all, Charlie. As the light came through, it made his eyes look as if they glowed green, his skin only perpetuated the villainous look, and the boxes he sat atop seemed to only make him seem bigger in the dark. I froze with fear and remembered the words of my aunt, He is very special, he can talk and move on his own, but it’ll be when you aren’t looking and you least expect it. I stared, stopped in my tracks and unmoving. How could I take my eyes off of him if he would just move on his own the moment I stopped?

My aunt came back to tuck me in and glanced from me to Charlie. “He is wonderful isn’t he?” she said almost in awe of him.

Then she quickly ushered me to bed but I never took my eyes off him once till I rounded the corner. She tucked me in and gave me a kiss on the forehead, said her goodnights and see you in the mornings, then turned off the bedside lamp, and left the room, closing the door behind her. As soon as I heard her footsteps fade, I turned the light back on. I sat up in bed never taking my eyes off the door. I thought perhaps if I didn’t turn off the light and kept my eyes on the door, even if Charlie opened the door he would simply drop to the floor the moment I laid eyes on him or be frozen in place as if I had been Medusa from Greek mythology. Either way, I made up my mind not to fall asleep that night.

It only took an hour or two before I began to droop in the bed, my back becoming tired from sitting so alertly. I was so tired but I wasn’t about to let Charlie catch me unawares. I looked at the clock. It read 10:47pm. It was only little over an hour past my bedtime, but I had played hard that day and fear has a way of making you tired after a while. I straightened up in bed determined not to fall asleep. That was when I noticed a new sensation. My bladder was making itself known. I decided to hold off as long as I could before making the trek to the only one of two bathrooms in the whole house. There was one in my aunts room and one on the completely other side of the house. Either way, I was going to have to move past the dolls and Charlie to get to one.

I waited for as long as I could, holding my stomach and trying various sitting positions to relieve the tension that was beginning to band around my lower abdomen. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt like I was about to explode if I didn’t hurry to the bathroom and I, being a self respecting 5 year old, refused to wet the bed. I got out of the bed and walked to the door. I stood there listening for awhile but heard nothing. I decided if I opened the door fast enough, I could prevent Charlie from rushing me or coming into the room, which in my mind was the only safe space in the entire house. I jerked the door open. Charlie still sat, perched upon his box looking more menacing than ever. I skirted down the wall, never breaking eye contact with him. Maybe it was a trick of the light or maybe it was because I was so tired, but I swore I saw him blink. Terror filled my tiny frame. I should have just wet the bed. I sprinted down the hallway on tippy toes, almost playing a game of hopscotch as I went, trying not to wake my aunt stepping on all the creaky boards along the way. I’m sure thinking back on it now I looked quite comical, but at the time I was just trying to survive the night.

As soon as I got to the bathroom I quickly shut the door and turned on the lights. I listened at the door for the sound of footsteps following me, but heard none. I quickly relieved myself, and prayed a silent prayer before heading back down the long hallway. I faced forward, glancing anxiously to and from every possible hiding spot in the house, thinking that Charlie may be hiding in any one of them and praying he wasn’t. I got back to where the dolls were and peeked around the corner. Charlie was still there, leering as he ever did. I skirted back against the length of wall that led to my room and closed the door. Walking backwards to the bed, I never took my eyes off the door. I sat up all night that night. Whenever I thought I was getting too tired to keep my eyes open, I would hear a creak or groan, and I just knew it had to be that horrible doll walking around outside my door. I got up the next morning with bags under my eyes and a crick in my back, and opened my door. There was Charlie, looking like he hadn’t moved even a little but I knew in my child’s heart he had been up all night with me. I spent every night at my aunt’s house like that, propped up in bed staring dumbly at the door, snatching quick naps during the day so I could stay up all night. By the time my parents came to pick me up I imagine I looked pretty rough. My parents said nothing in front of my aunt, though my mother eyed me suspiciously, and I was grateful for that since I didn’t want my aunt to know what had transpired and seem ungrateful for her hospitality. When I got home though, I told my parents of my ordeal, crying my eyes out as I did, falling into a deep, deep slumber after a short while. Needless to say my parents didn’t let me spend the night at my aunt’s house ever again, and to my knowledge my aunt never found out why.

Now, this memory flashed in my mind after I came barreling through the door. Once I had regained my bearings and had a chance to look around, I realized I had found the doll room at last. The name implied that there would be many dolls in this room, hence the name, but I hadn’t hit me till that very moment. From floor to ceiling were rows of shelves hanging on the powder pink walls. As I stepped further into the room I noticed that on these shelves were various names. On some of the shelves dolls still sat atop them, each name belonging to a specific doll. All had a first and last name, and each was unique and dainty. I turned about the room at the middle, glancing from doll to doll. Leecie Belle, Eleanor Rose, Mary May, Clarence Starling, and so forth. All the dolls had names. Then I noticed to my utter shock and horror, that unlike my aunt’s little friends, they all were moving, all breathing, blinking, and some were even talking in hushed tones, just like the doll I now absentmindedly held in my arms.

I stared at them as they stared back, never once moving an inch. That was when I realized something else. There were spaces missing on the shelves. I quickly read the names……Annabelle Lee, Hattie Jo, Lilly Anne, August Dee, Huckleberry Finn, and Augustus Jones. Seven….seven were missing. Where in the sam hill were they? I began to panic even more than I already had, my heart close to bursting with the pounding of my heart. I whirled around when I heard a bubbly, little giggle. Standing there were five little dolls. 3 boys and 2 girls, one pointing at me as the others giggled and two looking curiously out the door. Apparently they had heard me coming and sought to fortify the door lest I interrupt their fun. I wanted this to stop, I wanted to be anywhere but in that room, I wanted so many things at that moment; but we rarely ever get what we want now do we?

I tried to think of what to do but I blanked. I knew for sure that I didn’t want them getting out of the room, so I decided that the first order of business was to close and lock the door, which I did posthaste. The next thing I did was close my eyes and stop to take a breath, easily the first one I had taken since I had gotten in the room good. I didn’t need to be passing out, that wouldn’t do me any good. Then I remembered the rules which I now regarded as my survival guide. The rules clearly stated that I needed to “Make sure you face the dolls in the doll room facing the wall at night.” Why that helped anything or did any good I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted to get those dozens of eyes off me and looking at the wall.

I hoped if I could face the dolls on the shelves towards the wall first I would have more luck so that’s what I did. As soon as I faced the first doll to the wall, it was like turning a switch. The doll stopped all movement. There was no breathing, blinking, staring rumbling, thumping or clinking, the doll simply froze. I, now that I was close to the wall, got a better glimpse at the wallpaper, and something caught my eye. On the pink wall there was written words, left to right, top to bottom, all over the paper. After studying them for a moment, it looked like the language they appeared to be in was latin. I didn’t know what the words meant but things written in latin are seldom ever a good thing, especially in weird, enchanted, logic defying, time hopping hotels like this one. I scrambled now to turn the dolls to the walls, the song “Get Low” playing in my head as I did so. I finished quick enough, but that’s when the empty slots seemed even emptier.

I turned my attention back to the dolls which were now closing in on me. I had no idea which doll was which but I didn’t care. They were going on the shelves one way or another. I swooped up the first girl doll and shoved it in the closest slot, facing the wall, then I grabbed the second. I shoved it in the next available place and began to reach for the next one, a boy this time, when the room began to rumble and shake I dropped the doll I had just grabbed and spun around. The doll I had just placed had spun its head around a complete 180degrees, looking at me disapprovingly. I grabbed that doll back off the shelf and the rumbling stopped immediately and its head returned to normal. I tried the next spot on a different shelf and once again the rumbling began. I grabbed it back off the shelf. Maybe this was the dolls way of saying it was the wrong place? I kept trying slots and on the fifth try the room didn’t rumble when I placed the doll. I kept this up till all but the first doll, the one from outside my door, had been placed. I took another last look at the doll in my hands, then up at the shelf.

“Huh, so you’re Annabelle Lee then.” I said to myself.

I placed her in her spot then stood back to look at the room. Now remember how I said there were 7 empty slots? I was never very good at algebra in school but simple math I was a pro at. There had only been 5 dolls on the floor and 1 in my arms. All the rest had been still in their places. I turned to look at the corner of the room. There was still one empty slot left in the room, on the third shelf from the floor, at eye level, first in the row, was the 7th empty slot. I groaned and hung my head low as I walked over to it, with a deep sigh I looked at the name on the spot. I was prepared to go hunting this missing doll all throughout the hotel if need be, but I would at least know the name of the doll first before I went hunting for it. My eyes grew big, my breath hitched, and my heart stopped. Written on the shelf in front of the last slot was the name….Autumn Winters.

I spun around and ran from the room slamming and locking it behind me. Why was my name there? What did it mean? Were all those other dolls once real people too? A thousand thoughts ran through my head. As soon as the key clicked in the lock and I gave the knob a quick turn, just to make sure it was locked, I ran then down the halls to my own room, slammed the door not caring if I awoke Mr. Elberton, and locked my own door. I looked around the room and grabbed the nearest chair and wedged into the door. Nothing was going to come for me tonight. I practically jumped onto the bed and stared at the door, listening for any and all movement on the other side. I must have stayed there for hours unmoving, hardly blinking. About the time exhaustion set in and my eyelids began to slowly close; I heard a rapping as if someone had been tapping, tapping at my balcony’s door.

#The Hotel Bella Muerte #The Doll Room #Part 3 #creepypasta

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keviintrans · 3 years

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i’m tired and haven’t been getting much sleep lately so i should probably just go to bed but. i have. such a stupid destiel wedding comic i wanna draw

#contra.txt #implying i ever draw anything that isn't just dumb as hell lol #it's a toss up between my Health and my Useless Hobby... a most difficult choice #this is gonna turn into an all over the place tag talk bc i get talky when i'm tired #anyway i've been listening to the same five songs on repeat for the last week #and literally all of them make me think of spn. hate how this show has infested my brain but at least i'm having a good time ig #also i feel so weird tagging my posts sometimes lskdjfkd like. looking at some of my posts i'm like #yeah these character tags aren't warranted at all i just have Problems in my head that make me want to tag Everything #bc i Have to be Organized. you know. on my... tumblr.... blog.......#do Not get me started on the tags i put on my art that aren't even organizational lol i simply live with and carry my shame with me #also wondering abt the protocol for drawing art based off of existing posts...#do i just link the post? am i supposed to @ the op? do i ask for permission or beg forgiveness later #also thinking about pnas.org #the primary reason i have not slept much lately is because i suck at science #the secondary reason is that i am in a secret competition with a neighbour to see who stays up later each night #as in we're the only two windows that aren't curtained closed at night so i can see when their lights are on or off #and i base asleepness off of that. this makes me sound creepy but i swear i can only see whether or not the lights are on #also my desk is covered in origami that i make while i don't pay attention to lectures so things are going well for me #my pride and joy is my very tiny origami crane that is like. so small.#it's wingspan is like 1/6th of a loonie #no. smaller even.#it's tiny dude just trust me

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

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Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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Can you write a blurb where Peter comes home late cuz of patrol. And normally reader doesn't go to bed before she knows he's home, but it got so late, that she feel asleep anyway. Peter got some cuts, so he tries to bandage himself, but it's hurts, and he accidently wakes up the reader, and she helps him with the bandaid.

And I'm really glad you're back!!

A/N: I love this idea, thank you so much for sending it in, I really hope you enjoy💕

Warnings: Swearing, mention of injuries.

Peter took his eye off the ball for one second and apparently that was enough to get himself lightly stabbed. It wasn't deep or life threatening but fuck did it hurt, wincing as he pulled himself through the window to your apartment.

You'd always told him he should use the door but he didn't want to risk anyone seeing him in the apartment complex. Didn't want anyone to see him in his suit as he made his way through your apartment door. He thought it would put you in more danger than he already did.

He was about to land roughly on the floor when he heard it, your breathing. It was slow, heart beat slow, you were asleep. Normally you'd wait up for him, you always did but tonight it had gotten later than usual and you must have fallen asleep.

Not that Peter minded in any way, he was usually the one that made sure you got enough sleep and you'd had a stressful week at work. So the fact that you'd fallen asleep didn't surprise him. It was clear you'd attempted to stay up for him, the evidence in the fact that your head wasn't on the pillows, your body was not sporting a duvet and your phone unplugged as it lay near your head.

Peter couldn't help but smile as he quietly made his way into the room, he always found comfort in hearing and watching you sleep. At first he'd thought it sounded creepy when he told you but you didn't think so, you found it cute. Peter hastily took his suit off, cursing the fact that he was going to have to make a trip out tomorrow to stitch up the tear.

He was meant to be spending the day with you but his suit would need fixing before he next used it, so a trip to the compound now had to be added to his list of things to do. He clutched his wound that had started to heal, it felt like fire was coursing through it as his cells tried to close up the cut. He needed to clean it properly in order for it to heal correctly.

He took the first aid box from the bathroom cabinet and opened it, hand closing around the alcohol filled cleaning solution. He sat on the edge of the bath as he took the lid off, grabbing a cloth that was on the side as he doused it in the liquid. He braced himself for the stinging that was about to ensue, placing the rag against his cut.

"Fuck." Peter winced, a little louder than he'd anticipated. He cursed himself as he heard your breathing and heart rate pick up. You were awake. He felt guilty for waking you, his voice having echoed around the bathroom walls.

"Hey." You said as you leant against the doorframe, rubbing your eyes with a yawn.

"I'm sorry." Peter said, eyes full of guilt over waking you up, you gave him a lazy smile as you approached him. Peter couldn't help himself as he placed a hand and the back of your naked thigh, nothing but one of his old t shirts covering your figure.

"Stealing my job?" You teased as you placed your fingers in his hair and he rested his head on your chest. You were stood between his open legs and Peter grasped at your waist with his free hand.

"Just didn't wanna wake you." Peter mumbled, sighing in content as he breathed you in and let you fill his senses. You always had the ability to calm him, focus every single one of his senses. It was strange; you were the first person in his life that had every single sense focused on you if you were in the vicinity yet you had the ability to calm them.

"It's okay, I wasn't that tired." You shrugged, fingers moving from his hair as you stood back to assess the damage.

"Tell that to your snoring." Peter teased softly and you breathed out a laugh as you took the cloth from the side of the bath.

"I don't snore." You yawned and Peter swears his heart jumped out of his chest. You made him feel so domestic, so normal given his crazy life.

"You do." Peter said and winced as you gave a small 'sorry' as you finished cleaning him up.

"No, I think it's because of your heightened senses. My breathing sounds so loud you think I'm snoring." You snorted as you threw the cloth into the sink.

"Not how my senses work Princess." Peter said as he played with the hem of your (his) t shirt as you reached up to grab a bandage. The hem rising to just below the curve of your bum, he smiled at how adorable you looked, his shirt looked massive on you.

You were on your tiptoes as you reached for the bandage, letting out a triumphant 'there' as your fingers clasped around the material. You came back onto your feet, kneeling so you could bandage him up.

"How do you put up with this?" Peter asked as he watched you, bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated.

"What?" You asked absent minded, your mind solely focused on bandaging him up.

"My crazy life." He said as you patted your work carefully and stood back to full height between his legs.

"It's not that bad." You said, fingers back in his hair as you placed your lips on top of his head. You leant on him, placing your weight easily against him as you reached for the shower tap. He placed his hands back on your thighs as he held you steady.

"Most boyfriends don't come home with stab wounds princess." He pointed out as you pulled back, the water of the shower hitting the tub below.

"At least it's not because you're a criminal." You said softly, quietly, voice laced in sleep.

"True. Go get into bed, you look tired." He encouraged as he stood and he watched as you shook your head.

"I need a shower too." You pointed out and Peter nodded, stripping himself of his boxers as he pulled the t shirt over your figure. You both showered, careful not to hurt him as you took in his bruising. Fingers tracing over the dark marks that now adorned his chest.

"What happened?" You asked as you were drying off and Peter sighed.

"I don't know, took my eye off the ball for a second." He mumbled and you nodded.

"You need to be more careful." You said as you hung your towel on the rail and made your way back into the bedroom, Peter following you.

"I know." He sighed as he pulled a fresh pair of boxers from his drawer and pulled them on, throwing you a new t shirt when he finished. He watched as you pulled it over your head and watched as the hem fell to the middle of your thighs, fuck you were beautiful.

"Come on, don't sleep well without my cuddle buddy." You said, yawning as you did. Peter made his way into bed, the worries of the day leaving his body as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"I love you." Peter said as you settled behind him, arm snaking carefully around his waist as your head fell into the base of his neck, right at the top of his spine. It wasn't often he was the little spoon, he much preferred having you in his arms so he knew he could always protect you. But on nights like these? Yeah, Peter enjoyed being the little spoon.

"I love you." You mumbled out, breath hitting the back of his neck before you placed a kiss there. Feet tangling together easily as Peter laced his hand in yours that was slung over his waist.

"Thank you." He mumbled back, sleep taking the both of you.

"For what?"

"Keeping me safe."

"Only repaying the favour, it's the least I can do for the guy who makes sure the city stays safe." You said, head nuzzling into his back as you chased his warmth as he relaxed back into you, sleep taking the two of you.

#peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n

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starconsumer444 · 3 years

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“When Things Fall In Place” (18+)

Creepy Roommate!Kenma

(A/N: This is...about 3.1k of pure degeneracy, which I actually had no intention on writing, finishing, or publishing and just thought out as I went... There was no planning, no actual ideas prior to this {actually its based off this guy I met recently because im always stuck with the creeps}...I just started it late at night [basically the early hours of the morning] and finished it this afternoon. I haveeee to stop writing for haikyuu... But I’m probably gonna fall off, comeback and write one or two request with a bunch of other random bs, and then disappear again after this, but thats just how it is. I get bored of writing every three days then come back to write my heart out. I really have to write my requests soon or they’ll hate me...)

(Cw/Tw: Fem!Reader, Stalking, Somno, Rape/Noncon, Virgin!Kenma, Theft, Crying, Poor Writing, Kenma is a sweaty, friendless, looser in this one guys, I’m bad at tagging these but you get the idea... this is bad and nasty. 3.1k!!!! THIS IS LONG AS HELL)

You don’t know much about him, Kenma— your roommate. You’ve been living together for almost a year at this point and that can’t be normal. He stays in his room playing video games, doesn’t seem to have friends, leaves for work in the morning, and keeps to himself for the most part. Honestly, if you didn’t greet each other in passing you would’ve forgotten the sound of his voice by now. It’s low, unaffected, and monotone for the most part. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be bothered?

But see, Kenma knows everything about you. You went to middle and high school together, but he was just as standoffish in those days too. He doesn’t expect you to remember him, you clearly don’t, but it still weighs on his heart. Was he that forgettable? It’s okay, because one day he’ll tell you. One day he’ll tell you everything.

He’s been obsessed with you since middle school, you were the pretty girl that sat in the front of the class and smelled so good. You would talk to give answers in class and he would be all ears, because to him your voice was his only source of happiness. To hear you speak and smell your perfume as you walked past him was a reason to live. Sure, it was weird, but so were a lot of things about him. He had no friends, could you blame him? Would you? So maybe, then, in middle school it was an innocent harmless crush, not an obsession, but in high school he was definitely obsessed.

He overheard you say it to your friends— where you were going to high school, and he told his parents thats where he wanted to enroll. The entire time he never spoke to you, much like middle school, he was off in a corner playing a game alone, inconspicuously keeping an eye on you. He used to trail you and your friends around the school and he always wondered how you were so perfect? How you were so good at making friends? How you stood out like that? Maybe that’s why you were so unapproachable...

He remembers you were class president for three consecutive years up until graduation. You were so damn intimidating, but everyone loved you, especially Kenma and you were blind to it. You never ONCE noticed him or gave a damn about him and you were class president. He wanted to talk to you so bad, but he just couldn't. He would steal things from you with the intent to say he found them and maybe start a conversation, but he ended up hoarding them in his room at home. The biggest thing he’d stolen was a sweater because you hadn’t seemed to notice the erasers or pencils.

He vividly remembers the sheer panic and urgency he stuffed that damned pink sweater into his backpack with, so scared he’d get caught and called a creep. He really did plan on returning it but he just— it smelled so good back then...he remembers. He took it home and hid it under his bed, only opting to take it out and hold it to his face and just smell it on special occasions when he felt up to it and guilt wasn't taking over his mind, body, and soul. He knew it was wrong but he felt the most alive in moments where he didn’t care. He’d tried to resist the urge, but at some point he started to pleasure himself with it too. It started happening so often that he’d get hard at the smell of you even when you walked by him in class. He still has that sweater.

At some point during that time, he’d picked up the strange hobby of following you home from school. You walked alone all the time so he’d lie to himself and say it was for your safety as he stalked around corners and made sure you never saw him. He’d always watch you enter your home from down the block, far enough so he wouldn't catch your attention. Those times he didn’t want you to notice him, he felt sick doing it, but it was something akin to an addiction and he just couldn't stop himself. This was a short lived addiction though...about a month or so.

His mom started to pick up on his staying out later than usual and by then he’d actually started to go up in front of your house and just stare at it. He prayed to god that you didn’t see him being a creep like this, but sometimes he wished you did because at the very least you would recognize his existence. Still, you never saw him. He went back to being locked up in his room, playing video games until the early hours of the morning, rubbing himself raw against your sweater, and being consumed by you in private. All he wanted was for you to acknowledge him. Tell him that he exists to you, because he’s sure his existence is for you.

Those days were hell on earth, he struggled to shower and his only motivation for getting up and doing anything was to see you, who didn't know he existed. It was a depraved cycle.

Now he’s here with you, and the first time he talked to you was to respond to a “roommate wanted” ad. Isn’t it wonderful how things come full circle?

Still, he struggles to actually hold face to face conversations with you. How could he? He fantasizes about you so much...it feels wrong.

These days he finds himself rutting into your sheets when you're out praying that you don’t catch him, stealing your panties just to hold them to his nose and eventually soak them in his cum, and even worse having disgustingly sadistic fantasies about you belonging to him. He pushes those fantasies to the back of his mind, though. He doesn't want to be fucked up, but then again, it can't be that bad to want to own your source of happiness.

His infatuation reaches a peak one night when he finds himself groggily trudging his way to your room in the dead of night with his fleshlight in hand. He tried everything, he didn't want to jack off so he played his video games like usual, but even that didn’t take his mind off of you. Typically, he’d jack off with his fleshlight alone in his room to depraved and deluded fantasies of you, but tonight he needs to be near you; to see you, to smell you, and to know you’re there.

Upon entering your room he flips the light on, and it’s actually really dim— not that he hoped to wake you up or anything. He tip-toes over to the side of your bed and stands over your sleeping figure. You look so beautiful when you’re asleep, a shame he’s never thought about seeing you like this before or rather...a shame he’s violating you like this. He wants himself to stop because he knows it’s wrong, but he’s wanted something like this for so long and right now it’s in the palm of his hand. He’s sick and he knows it.

Still, he pulls his sweats and underwear down just enough to where they’re right under his balls. The cold air of your ceiling fan hits his painfully hard shaft and it feels so good it makes him sick. He slowly sheaths himself inside the faithfully used toy imagining it was you. That’s even easier to do now that you’re right here in front of him.

His heart is racing, and he feels sick to his stomach...

“Gotta make this quick,” That’s what he says under his breath, but he want’s you to wake up and see him, he want’s you to call him a pervert and make him leave you alone forever. He wants to see you horrified by the sight of him pleasuring himself to your sleeping body. Is that so wrong?

Yeah, he knows it is. He can’t bring himself to care, though. He pumps himself in and out with hurried movements. He feels so gross and so good like this. Even with the fan on above him he’s sweating bullets like a madman, but he just can’t stop himself, he swears this isn’t his fault. His rational mind would never permit this, but when has he ever gone with that side of himself?

He starts to lose himself in pleasure, moaning out your name in his typical low voice rather than a whisper. He doesn't catch himself, and his moans start to get louder and louder. You start to stir and he can’t bring himself to shut up. You can’t be that light a sleeper, right?

Wrong.

Your eye’s flutter open and then meet his and he cums unreasonably hard and his moan is gross and loud. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and he doubles over from the pleasure. His hand grabbing on to your mattress is the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor.

His heart pounds in his chest and his breathing is erratic, but that’s not why the look in your eye’s is nothing but terror. He's sweating so much, he wants to apologize, but he doesn't.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says sliding the toy off of himself. He thinks you look even more beautiful when you’re awake and scared out of your mind.

You lie there, staring up at him, still trying to process how your aloof roommate could—

He climbs on your bed, fleshlight in hand, and straddles your waist and all you can bring yourself to do is shake your head.

“Kenma-” He presses his index finger to your lips and you freeze again.

Suddenly, he’s bringing the fleshlights opening to your mouth and you still can’t bring yourself to fight him.

“Please go away,” You ask like this is just some nightmare. You know it’s not, you can feel his weight on top of you and it feels too real. He’s so warm and so heavy.

“Lick.” He commands. He swears to himself that he’ll go away forever after this, the final piece to his happiness puzzle.

Tears start to fall down your face but he’s still insistent on having you eat his cum out of his gross plaything. When you don’t move, he leans over and presses it to your face.

“Lick.”

This time, out of fear, you do. His cum tastes rancid, like battery acid. Disgusting would be more than an understatement. That doesn’t stop you from cleaning the toy with your tongue like your like depends on it, because right now...it might.

His eyes are tired when he smiles, almost dead, he looks sick. His hairs greasy, skin is pale, and he’s fisting his half hard dick while he watches you take his seed into your pretty mouth. You’ve never been this close to him before.

He strokes himself back to hardness like a delinquent. He knows he wants to leave you alone, but now he just can’t. When he tosses the fleshlight aside you’re shaking and crying begging him to go away.

“Kenma, please-” As much as he likes when you say his name, he can’t help but stifle your desperate begging with a kiss.

It’s gross, wet, and all over the place, but Kenma doesn’t notice that. He’s never kissed anyone before and he’s beyond ecstatic that it’s you. You don’t bother with kissing him back, you just lie there, eyes open and crying.

He savors this kiss, his first kiss. His lips are softer than expected, but he’s not— violence plagues his movements. His heart races even faster now, and when you try to turn your lips away from his he just grabs your jaw and holds you still. He gets drool all over both of your faces, and you can barely breathe. You can still feel him jacking himself off between your bodies and you feel nauseous. This “kiss” is so unpracticed and unrefined, he’s basically licking the inside of your mouth and breathing in your face.

Why is he doing this?

You feel him finally moving from your lips and pulling your shirt up to let cold air hit your tits. For a second, he pauses to catch his breath, chest heaving and spit covered mouth hanging open. He stares down at your chest in awe. You turn away in embarrassment, he doesn’t mind it; you must be terrified.

With one hand holding your shirt up, he brings the other from his dick to squeeze at your chest. You wince and struggle against him because he’s so fucking rough and it hurts. Then he gives one of your breasts a hard slap, and you start to writhe up under him.

It brings a smile to his face, but he doesn’t do it anymore. He wants to try something different.

He carefully slides down off of you and between your legs. He grossly presses his face against your clothed cunt and smells you even licking you through your pajama bottoms.

He sees the shock on your face when you sit up to look at him and he simply brushes it off, too far gone to be considerate at this point.

When his hands pull down your pajama bottoms-

“No no no no nononono Kenma please stop it.” You whine and kick at him uselessly. You sit up to try to push his hands away but its all useless, he’s so unreasonably strong for someone his size. When he finally slides your pajama bottoms and underwear off of you and on to the floor he buries his face between your folds.

It’s like when he was kissing you, gross, wet, and unpracticed. He’s just haphazardly lapping at your labia and vulva. You push at his shoulders trying to get him off of you while crying your eyes out. It doesn’t seem to effect him though, he just locks his arms around your thighs, sliding you down onto your back.

At some point his tongue washes clean over your clit and he feels your body jolt from the pleasure. He finds it again and your body stiffens. He looks up at your crying face and squeezes the meat of your thighs between his fingers as he abuses your clit to no end.

You’re sobbing at this point because to you this all feels without reason. For the first time in your life you are scared of Kenma. From what you remember of him, he was always voiceless and sweet, even during school when he decided to show up. He was a kid who always greeted the teacher, even if it was wordless, he got his work done on time when he could, and he minded his business. You never talked to him, but you did hold his understated presence in the back of your mind— for the longest you pegged him as a boy who could be pleasant if you got to know him. So, why was he doing this? Why is he hurting you?

You made him your roommate because you thought that he of all people wouldn’t do this. You wanted to be friends. What did you do?

Now he’s violating you after a year of little to no interaction and him being barely there. He knows it’s wrong and you're not fighting him anymore, you’re just laying there, chest heaving and silent.

He lifts his head to plant a wet kiss on your inner thigh and drags his tongue against the soft skin momentarily. He looks at your scared face and gives a crooked smile. He’s sorry, he really is but this feels like a dream to him. You're too good not to take.

He finds himself positioning his dick right between your folds and rutting against you. You really must’ve given up, your fight is long gone as he holds you down by your pelvic bones—uncut nails breach your soft skin.

Excitement fills his body as your wetness begins to coat his length as he rocks himself back and forth. He’s careful and his breathing is labored.

“I-” He tries and fails. “You never noticed me, but I’ve loved you forever.” He’s shy. Kenma looks down at your stomach, too embarrassed to meet your crying eyes.

“We went to school together for years...” He trails off, still staring down. He doesn’t have the guts to look at the mess he’s made of you. “I wanted to talk to you, but you wouldn’t like- no. I was scared.” He shakes his head softly and finally meets your eyes. You're still crying. He feels his throat tighten and he doesn't want to talk anymore.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He stops his movements to reach over and pull the pillow from behind you. He puts it over your face and thinks to hold it there, maybe to suffocate you for a second, but he doesn't. He’s already done enough bad. He just lets it sit there, you’re the one to grab it and hold it there.

You hold it against your face like your life depends on it. You can't breathe very well, but what does it matter? You want him to go away.You want this to end. So, you cling onto that pillow and pretend like you’re anywhere but here.

It’s an illusion that fails quickly. You feel him press his length into you. It’s rushed, it hurts, and he doesn't know what he’s doing. You squeeze the pillow, and his sweaty hands play with your tits. You can feel the tears well up in your eyes. You don’t want this, it’s a nightmare.

He’s not that big, rather small actually, but he has girth. He hopes you can feel it. He moves slowly dragging every inch of himself against your walls. He mouths at your nipples and it feels yucky. At some point you’re sure you feel him lay a wet kiss on your stomach.

You don’t know. It’s over quickly, but it feels like forever.

His thrusts were sloppy and unseasoned just like everything else he’s done. He’d never had sex before, but he hoped he was good. When he came his body seized and his fingers dug into your sides. He was glad you weren't watching because the embarrassment from coming so fast a second time was much easier to handle.

You two sit in silence for a while after that, the only audible sound is you sniveling. He watches silently as your body shakes and tucks himself back in, to at least feel decent. It’s like that for five whole minutes until he finally decides to go back to his room.

In the silence of his own dark room the water works start in full force as he comes to terms with what he’s done. He’s a degenerate who will struggle to sleep tonight.

#tw: noncon #kenma smut #yandere kenma #kenma x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #I still don't write fics #but I do enjoy giving things titles #I think this is my worst writing on this blog so far #it may be longer but...outside of that...

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pixieungerstories · 3 years

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Quarentine - 1

They always say ‘buy the worst house on the best block that you can afford’ and god knows this place was a total shit hole. 1200 square feet on an overgrown lot surrounded by McMansions. Hell, I paid less for the place that the land was worth. I’m amazed someone hadn’t bulldozed the place years ago.

To make a long story short, I did not look a gift house horse in the mouth.

I mean, it wasn’t a total write off. None of the windows were smashed. There were mature fruit trees in the backyard. If you ignored the weeds and rotting fruit, there was a lot of potential. The plumbing was lead pipes and the electrical was knob and tube, but I know people and I could trade favours to get that replaced. The foundations were good and the roof barely leaked.

I spent the summer camping in a tent in the back yard and slowly getting the place winterized enough that I could move it.

It was still a creepy ass house when I did. It had a boiler. I had no idea how to deal with that, but I was learning. And I learned how to ignore the whistles, hissing and banging sounds that went with having a boiler. The old rads were cast iron with pretty little details in the corners.

There were holes in the plaster, but I just ignored them. It wasn’t worth fixing when I was going to gut the place and put up drywall eventually. It just made it easier to get at the plumbing.

I started just living in the kitchen and ignoring the rest of the house. I had disconnected the rest of the electrical and plumbing and was using that as a home base while I renovated outwards from there.

There is nothing quite as creepy as sleeping in a sleeping bag on what were probably asbestos tiles in an old house that makes the weird noises that old houses make. I kept reminding myself that they only seemed louder than normal because the place was empty and there was nothing to muffle the sound. The shrieking had to be the upstairs window that didn’t quite shut properly.

I had the feeling that something was watching me and prayed to god it wasn’t rats.

I was in this for the long haul. Get up, shower at the gym, go to work, come home, renovate until it gets dark, shower at the gym, camp out in the kitchen. Not exciting, but satisfying. Let’s face it, this was the only way I was ever going to be able to afford a house.

When the work from home order came, I had to actually get a phone line installed so I could have internet access. Me, my laptop and a kitchen table I rescued from the curbside a while back.

The creepy feeling was worse. I told myself it had to be the isolation kicking in. I skyped with my best friends at night to make up for it. The power was still a bit dodgy and kept going out, but that’s what laptop batteries and cell phones are for, right?

I was sure the cough was from the dust.

The guy delivering groceries left them on the sidewalk instead of the porch. It was fine. I understood completely. I hadn’t done much work on the outside of the building at all.

I realized I was sneezing a bit when I started having to use toilet paper as kleenex.

I was fine. I was young and healthy. I didn’t have any sick days at work so I was determined to just push through.

I tried to get more rest.

I dreamed about something laying a cool hand on my forehead.

The grocery store was out of thermometers.

I mean, did it really matter if I had a fever? I wasn’t leaving the house to share with anyone.

My cough got worse overnight. I was vaguely aware of someone lifting me up and holding a cup of cool water to my lips. I was so fucking thirsty.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumbled. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I won’t,” a rumbling voice assured me.

I didn’t remember making soup, but I jolted into awareness sitting at the table with a steaming bowl in front of me. Chicken noodle out of a can. It’s not that hard to make. I’m sure I could add water and heat in my sleep. Apparently, I just did.

I was so cold that night. I don’t know where the extra blankets came from, but they were there in the morning.

I don’t know how I ordered a bed while I was sick, but it was there and on my credit card. So was the mattress and sheets. It must have been the fever talking when I ordered them. I would not have picked out anything that old fashioned looking.

How did I get all this stuff up to the second floor bedroom? I’m sure I don’t remember stripping the paint off the closet doors. I must be losing my mind. I slept, I ate, I stopped logging in at work. I just needed to concentrate on getting better.

By the time I was able to stay awake for more than an hour at a time, the city was shut down. I was confined to my house whether I liked it or not. I was suddenly glad my fever addled brain had ordered a bed while I still could.

The watched feeling was worse. I ordered some rat traps with my groceries. I didn’t catch anything. They didn’t take the bait. I swear I heard snickering when I checked them in the morning. That was a new sound for the boiler to make.

“I am losing my mind,” I repeated to myself. Then blushed when I realized I had said it aloud. “And yes, I also talk to myself,” I added for good measure. “At least it is some sound,” I muttered. “I should turn on some music or something.”

Work was officially shut down but I still had the dumpster outback. I spend my awake time cleaning out the other rooms. The advantage of living in a construction zore was all the dust masks. When I needed to actually go out, that might help. In the meantime, I carefully sorted through the things the previous owners had left behind. Some of it was just trash, but there were some old photographs, lost buttons, even a single antique earring.

“No chance of finding a pair, I bet. Still this could be made over into a necklace or something.” Shit. I was talking to myself again, wasn’t I?

I still got tired easily. I dreamed about my mom stroking my hair as I slept.

The footprints I couldn’t explain away.

I had taken down a section of wall and spent the day carrying out the chunks of plaster before microwaving a pizza pop and tucking in early. In the morning there were footprints in the dust. They weren’t mine. They were huge and it was hard to believe they were human. Weird long toes, with the claw tips a little in front were not what I was expecting.

That was the first time I had wanted to leave the house.

I grabbed my stuff and made it to the front yard before I was spotted by a passing patrol car and ordered back inside. I had no idea how to explain that I thought there was some sort of monster living in my house. I was shaking as I went back inside.

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, ready to run. I had no idea where I could even run to. “Um… Is anyone there?” I don’t know what I was expecting. “Hi? Um …. I bought the house, I didn’t know there was any … thing living here. I have been trying to fix it up.”

“I know.”

Fuck. The scratchy, rasping bass voice was not what I was expecting. “I … uh… I can go back to camping in the yard,” I suggested.

“No.”

I waited to hear if he (?) was going to say anything else.

Apparently not.

“Uh … no I can’t stay here? Or no, you don’t even want me camping in the backyard?”

“If I didn’t want you here, I would have had many opportunities to get rid of you.”

Shit. That wasn’t ominous or threatening at all.

With a low chuckle the voice asked, “Did you mean to say that out loud?”

I froze and tried to remember what I had said. Oh. “No, that was an accident. I’m not used to having anyone around to hear me.”

“I always hear you.”

I closed the door and went out to sit in the garden for a moment to think about that. I ended up pacing, swearing and wishing for a cigarette. I hadn’t smoked in years. The sun started to go down and the bugs came out. I was being eaten alive outside. Going inside was scary but he was right. He had lots of time to …

I flung open the door. “Did you order furniture on my credit card?” I demanded.

The laughter that rang out was a whole other level of creepy. I shivered and thought about going back outside. The door pulled itself closed behind me. I spun to look at it and didn’t see anything. I could hear something breathing. I turned again. Nothing.

“If we are both going to live here, can we at least agree on some ground rules?”

“Like what?” was almost purred in my ear. Looking around wildly, I still couldn’t see anything.

I was shaking now. “Is there a way for you to be less scary so I don’t have a heart attack?” I squeaked.

There was nothing but silence. Still my sense of the presence suggested it was gone.

I didn’t sleep that night. I would just start to nod off then jerk myself awake and look wildly around the room. I never saw anything.

Six am, my alarm went off and I could smell coffee.

All the dust had been swept up.

“Hello?” I whispered.

Nothing. I had coffee and cereal and tried not to think about my surprise roommate. I was so tired, I passed out at my computer in the kitchen at some point that morning, only to wake in bed upstairs in the afternoon. “I don’t want you to touch me while I’m sleeping,” I mumbled, painfully aware that there was dick all I could do to stop it.

“Alright,” the voice said, coming from somewhere in the direction of the closet. “But don’t fall asleep at the table then.”

I breathed a faint sigh of relief. I wasn’t expecting the next part.

“You need to eat something now. You are still recovering.”

There was a can of soup heating on the stove. My breakfast dishes were gone. I found them clean and dry in the cupboard. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t reply. As I ate lunch, I was psyching myself into going upstairs to look in the closet. The door had been painted shut when I got the house, but at some point had been stripped down to the bare wood.

I hadn’t worked up the nerve by the time I was done eating. Or washing and drying the dishes. I found myself at the bottom of the stairs staring up at the second floor. Did I really want to see what was in that closet?

No.

But it would be better to look during the light of day.

Eventually, I made it up there. I put my hand on the knob and tried to turn it. It didn’t budge.

“You want rules?” the voice growled behind me. I spun, there was nothing there. “Do not open that door. Do not come into my space.”

I went from trembling from nerves to bolting down the stairs in an instant. I nearly tripped, but felt something - him? - catch me and set me on my feet.

“Careful,” he purred.

I spent the rest of the day in the garden again. I was still out there when the sun went down and the back light turned on. Then the kitchen light and for a moment I could see something outlined against the antique curtains I hadn’t replaced in the kitchen. I tried to remind myself that he wasn’t necessarily that big. He might just be closer to the light and casting a bigger shadow.

I didn’t believe it, but I tried.

I crept back into the house like a scared child who wasn’t sure how angry their parents were going to be after they had done something wrong. I turned on all the lights on the main floor and stayed in the kitchen away from the stairs.

“Planning on staying up all night?”

I jumped. “How are you always behind me?”

“I live in the shadows. Go to bed.”

“Um… I was thinking, that should be your room, really. Your closet. You picked out the bed. I can just camp down -”

“No. Go to bed.”

“Do you really think I’m going to be able to sleep in a room with a closet that must not be opened? I have read Blue Beard, you know.”

“So have I. The wife gets the house and lives happily ever after.”

“The last wife does,” I pointed out. “The first dozen or so didn’t.”

He chuckled at that. “We made a deal, remember?”

“Are you teasing me? What deal?”

“I don’t touch you in your sleep. You don’t sleep in the kitchen anymore.”

“How big are you?”

The lights flickered and went off.

“Do you want to see me?” he purred, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Not in the dark,” I squeaked.

“Go to bed.”

The light snapped back on, leaving me blinking.

I spent the night sitting on the bed with my back pressed against the headboard trying to see the whole room at one. Eventually, I fell asleep.

My alarm did not go off at six. It had been turned off. The coffee was ready but not turned on when I went down stairs. The air smelled faintly of solder. There was a post-it stuck to the coffee maker. Fine copperplate handwriting told me:

I have replaced the plumbing

I stared at it dumbly. I had replaced the plumbing to the kitchen sink and the downstairs powder room and had been washing out of the sink since I had been forced to stay home. The only other plumbing was down to the washing machine in the cellar and the upstairs bathroom. I pushed the button on the coffee maker and slowly crept upstairs.

Sure enough the stack of copper pipe waiting in the other bedroom was gone.

Well, not gone. I could see it installed through the holes in the walls. I turned on the tap to the sink and sure enough, I had water. I now had an upstairs, working bathroom with a clawfoot tub.

And no walls.

“I don’t like the idea of you watching me bathe,” I called out. Then I felt like an idiot because if whatever it was had voyeur tendencies, it could have been watching me for months. I tried all the taps and the toilet. Everything worked.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, unsure if I was talking to myself.

“You’re welcome.” It was the least creepy, most normal thing I had heard from him.

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When I got back downstairs, there still wasn’t coffee but there was a new note:

Humans who do not sleep start to hallucinate

I crumbled it up, threw it across the room and jabbed the on switch on the coffee maker. Nothing happened. I growled as I plugged it in. The power went out.

“Oh come on! Withholding coffee is cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Sleep.” It sounded like the whole house had murmured that last bit.

I wish I could say I handled it gracefully, but I didn’t. I stomped back up to the bedroom like a petulant child.

I woke to bright sunlight streaming in through the window. The house was quiet and it felt empty for the first time in days. I had a bath and washed my hair and I felt better than I had in days too. Clean and dry and dressed, I bounced into the kitchen to try and turn on the coffee again only to see my laptop snap shut.

It was with a lot of trepidation that I opened it. I was expecting a ridiculous online purchase which is why I stared dumbly at the screen unable to process what I was seeing.

It was a CGI woman with her hands tied to something over her head being railed by a monster who was fingering her clit with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other while her belly distended in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Ugh! Dude! You can NOT watch porn on my laptop!” I shrieked as I frantically tried to close the window.

“Would you rather I watch you?” he asked calmly from somewhere to the left of me.

I breathed out a shaky breath. “OK. Let’s talk about private browser windows and how not to get a computer virus.”

When I got to the end of my tentative explanation, I asked, “Do you need … some alone time?”

There was another house shaking howling laugh.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“You need to eat.”

That brought up a whole other issue. “Do you? Eat I mean. Do you eat? What do you eat?”

“Don’t worry about me. I am not going to eat you. Unless you ask nicely.”

I blushed even further but got out a pan and a skillet meal from the fridge.

I spend the rest of the afternoon weeding the garden. I came in when it got dark, heated up my leftovers from lunch and tried to figure out what to do with myself. The nap had meant that I wasn’t tired for the first time in days.

I wondered what he would do if I watched a movie. I hunted through the cupboards and found a bag of microwave popcorn from before the virus started. Right! I thought. Bowl of popcorn, a movie, skype with a few friends. Pretend none of this was happening.

I wasn’t surprised when the lights went out. That was just a thing now. My computer was still illuminating a bubble around me and B99 was still hilarious.

I wasn’t expecting the bed to dip next to me. That once again raised the question of how to deal with him around others. I hit the mute button. “What are you doing?” I asked icily.

“Not touching you. What are you eating?”

“Human food.”

“Hmmm.”

I unmuted my computer to answer Penny’s question about how stir crazy I was going.

“12/10 on the looney toons scale,” I offered.

She just laughed.

All of the popcorn was gone.

“Ah hell.”

“What’s wrong?” Penny asked.

“All my popcorn is gone,” I grumbled. I didn’t add that I had more than half a bowl left a moment ago. Not eating me, I reminded myself.

“That sucks. Need to pause and get more?”

“I don’t have anymore.”

She just laughed, “But do you still have toilet paper and hand sanitizer?”

I chuckled, “Toilet paper, at least.”

“I should go. It’s getting late,” she said with a yawn.

“Yeah. Good night.” After Penny signed off, I just let Netflix autoplay the next episode.

“Do you need to sleep?” The whisper seemed to come from the direction of the closet but the bed was still dipped under his weight on my other side.

My heart leapt to my throat. “How many of you are there?”

“Just me,” he purred too close to my ear. I flung myself away from him and toppled out of bed. Two hands caught me.

Two other hands caught my laptop.

I stared as it was placed back on the bed a little way in front of me. The hands on my arms were cool and smooth. “What are you?”

“I am me. I have not asked your name. You will not ask mine.”

“My name is on the mail. And my credit card. You know my name,” I pointed out keeping my eyes locked on the screen, fighting the urge to look around.

“Nonetheless.”

This wasn’t going to work, but I had to try. “I would like to be alone now.”

The bed shifted as the weight was removed from the side. The black shadows that could be fingers moved from my computer. The voice said, “Good night” from the direction of the closet.

I sat frozen. “In the morning, I’m moving the bed to another room.”

“Why?”

“Because the closet is yours and it’s scary being here with you,” I admitted.

“I have never done anything to harm you.”

“You scare the shit out of me multiple times a day.”

There was a long pause before he replied, “And yet you haven’t left.”

“The city is on lock down. I can’t leave.”

“Hmm.”

I jumped as my laptop snapped shut. I fumbled in the dark trying to find it on my bed, “What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Taking this downstairs. I will not bother you tonight.”

“What-” I started to say, then snapped my mouth shut as the realization that this may be his ‘alone time’.

This time the “Good night,” came from the bedroom door.

In the morning the only thing in my browsing history was netflix. This was less comforting since I had shown him how to clear the cache. I told myself at least the keyboard wasn’t sticky.

#quarantine #oh my god they were quarantined

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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the brothers + the former undateables finding out buff cat has kittens that are visiting devildom, but unfortunately buff kittens are extremely chaotic little shits, mc + diavolo + barbatos + simeon + satan doesn't believe anyone when they say "I'm convinced they're pure evil and they bite" "no they baby"

buff cat Buff Cat BUFF CAT BUFFCATBUFFCA-

I was really excited to write this. I LOVE Buff Cat. This is just making me grin while thinking of writing it. Aaaaa I mean I couldn’t just not draw it either,, aha? ;)

This also works for Belphie and Luke, but I think Mammon sees the most of the cats because he likes MC and visits them, but is TERRIFIED. More buff cat memes at the bottom. Also warning very long.

Brothers and New Datables reaction to Buff Cat’s kittens!

Lucifer

As soon as MC left the kittens and him alone, chaos ensued. Within minutes, one of the kittens successful spat out a hairball on him, and another was about to break his desk. The third was on his bookshelf, biting the spine of his books.

He didn’t want to raise his voice at kittens, but he swore they were trying to antagonise him on purpose. Normal kittens do not act like this.

As soon as he caught one coating his paperwork in their saliva, he began to shout. This only backfired, as they truly did plan to beat the shit out of him.

He knew he couldn’t retaliate, or MC would be mad, and so would Diavolo. Also, he’s pretty sure that their dad would beat him up.

The kittens clawed up his shirt, broke his desk, ruined his paperwork, books, pens, and made him bleed. He tried his very best to put them in corners without hurting them, but they acted as though they were high on katnip and are professional murderers.

Needless to say, as soon as MC returned he was breathless and a mess. MC didn’t even notice, and told him thanks for playing with the kittens!! He was about to tell MC to keep their kittens on a leash when MC just said they’re so energetic at this age.

Energetic?? You mean that’s ENERGETIC? Not MURDEROUS INTENT?

Never wants to be near another buff kitten. What on earth happens during their adulthood that changes them from a chaotic shit to this otherworldly entity.

Mammon

Mammon was screeching for hours. Literally screaming they were out for his flesh, and can smell his fear.

They bit his ankles and even with the blood seeping from it, neither you or Satan believed the buff kittens did it.

You both laughed it off as him getting hurt, and went to take care of the kittens.

He swears they’re trying to kill him and sacrifice his very soul.

Also he’s never stealing from Diavolo again after they started staying there, and even began protecting the place.

Leviathan

He was fine with Buff Cat, so why not the kittens? They looked so well behaved like MC, so why not offer to look after them for a little bit, while everyone was at school? He doesn’t go in person so he doesn’t mind.

Ah what a big mistake that was.

These kittens are trying to break into his aquarium; quite literally. They just attempted to headbutt the glass and made running starts repeatedly, hoping it would crack.

As soon as he got them to stop doing that, they began to knaw at his wires, which he had to stop. When he got a headcount, there were only two, so where was the third?

SHIT! HIS RURI CHAN FIGURINES!

The third one was now biting off one of his limited addition Ruri chan’s arms, and Levi was getting pissed. He wasn’t sure what he’d tell MC, but he was ready to kick them out of his room.

He remembered buff cat, his good buddy, and tried to just watch over them a little longer. They were his kids, so he could just do him one favour.

Levi was screaming in regret when all his manga was ripped to shreds. All. Of. It. Nothing was spared, and Levi was ready to kick them out for real.

Until MC and Buff cat came in to take the kittens. Levi was going to scream out his frustrations, but just as he said “your”, a kitten bit his ankle causing him to silently scream and fall to the ground.

Concerned, you both ran up to him and tried to help him up, wondering what happened. One kitten however, walked behind you and put a paw to his neck and sliced. Afterwards, he did the I’m watching you motion.

Scared enough to almost piss his pants, Levi kept his mouth shut on the experience he had today, and probably tommorrow. After all, since it went so well he wouldn’t mind watching them this week while everyone attended classes, right?

Satan

Wherearethebabieswherewherewhere

He was so excited, and constantly babied them. He had all the cat toys, the best cat food, and became a sort of servant for them.

With just a meow or point he’d be off to get them whatever they wanted. Even if they bit his books or stole his clothes, he’d just go aweee!! They’re learning how to use their bodies as they grow.

Originally opposed to Diavolo keeping them, as he wanted them, but the royals was a much better choice for three growing kittens.

Constantly showers them with affection and tries to baby talk them. It sounds kind of creepy.

When his brothers try to bully or blame the kittens for something the kittens obviously did, he lectures and berates them on cat development and why they shouldn’t hurt their feelings.

Asmodeous

Screaming out of fear and anger. Asmo found the three kittens in the mess of his clothes in his room.

They were all ripping and shredding at his clothes, and when they noticed him proceeded to bite and scratch as his hair, attempting to rip it out.

He was screaming like he was being murdered, and running around the room for five minutes. Every time he tried to exit, one would block the door.

Sensing that their MC was coming, the three behaved and snuggled up to him, meowing and purring as if they were content.

When MC entered, they noticed the scene before them and smiled!! How cute!! The kittens were snuggling against Asmo.

Asmo was shrieking and explaining to you what had happened, and your kittens pretended to act asleep.

Upset by him framing them, you gave him an earful that if he ripped up his own clothes on accident, he shouldn’t blame the kittens!

To think Asmo was so irresponsible.

Beelzebub

He figured since Buff cat worked out, and these were his children, who were absolutely buff, they’d work out too right?

Oh yeah. They worked out how to absolutely destroy the entire gym in a matter of minutes.

They aggressively beat up every gym go-er and threw dumbbells everywhere. They wrecked the treadmills and other machines, and bit off the wires for the electrical side.

Within minutes, Beel and the kittens were kicked to the curve, and banned for life. The injured staff and people were taken care of by Lucifer’s credit card. He 100% believed the buff cats did it, but neither you or Satan did.

It was kind of frustrating how you taught demons randomly burst into pain or that possibly Beel did it, but he understood you wanted to protect the kittens.

He understood they were still young and energetic, so they weren’t as peaceful. He’s aware they’re chaotic and will not deny it, but he still takes care of them as occasionally let’s them teeth on his fingers, so they can grow strong, since he knows they’re just playing.

Belphegor

no No NO.

He does not want to be near the buff kittens. He’s barely able to approach Buff Cat, but buff kittens? No way.

These buff kittens terrify him more than buff cat, and that’s saying something. There are three chaotic pieces of shits running around, biting ankles and trying to claw at everything.

He runs to the attic, unless the buff kittens are there. If they are, he runs off into the unknown.

Diavolo

He was the one who approved of them visiting. As soon as he heard buff cat actually had kittens, he wanted to meet them. With Barbatos agreeing, Lucifer lost the battle.

Was so happy to have them. Had Barbatos prepare everything, and even spent a whole lot of money on jewelled collars and adorable outfits!

He let them have the best milk in devildom, and even allowed them to rest in his room during their stay. It was even better because Diavolo was recently asking Satan for cat recommendations, as he felt like having a cat to pet while working would be nice.

This is based off a chat. ^^.

You all, the five, agree that it’d be a fun idea for them to stay in the devildom, and they’d be close to buff cat too, it’s a win win. They could stay with the royals, while HOL has Buff Cat. Simeon couldn’t take any since Luke was terrified.

Diavolo 100% babied them, even more than you. Some say he looks big and a bit scarily buff, but he now posts on his devilgram pictures of him and the kittens, which has actually helped his approachable image.

Cat papi.

Barbatos

He was on board with the idea of meeting new baby buff cats. He does pretty well with kids, and wouldn’t mind seeing the babies of such a sophisticated cat.

He was delightedly when MC handed them to him, and told him they’d be gone for a bit. He properly fed them, changed their clothes, pet them, give them attention, and even told them stories of MC.

The kittens were constantly entertained, and purred in delight every time he approached them. They seemed patient and cute, but according to the other staff they were worse than actual demons.

Apparently they were the ones who broke the stuff in the hallway, and managed to get a password to a secret room and broke everything in it. Luckily for the kittens, Barbatos didn’t believe it.

I mean, how could three kittens that seem desperate for love that just want some warmth act so devilishly?

Happy to report to MC that nothing came up. Even if he did catch them in the act, it wouldn’t matter. He would think they’re just being a little playful or energetic.

Very delighted that they catch mice, and now that they live here he has three strong cats to protect his kitchen and the prince.

Solomon

This is great!! Now he knows that buff cats breed, can he dissect them?

He was attempting to catch one while the three were there, but these chaotic brats would not sit still. They were jumping from couch to shelves, knocking over all sorts of things.

When he finally got them in his room, they began knocking over all his potions and books, and even began to bite back. They hissed and smacked him with their tails, body slammed him, and tried to claw his eyes out.

He figured feeding them would calm them down, but they ended up breaking his plates as soon as they saw him attempt to cook, these kittens have good intuition.

They proceeded to break everything in the kitchen, and when you came in to check on the noise with Simeon, you saw your three little kittens covered in flour, and Solomon with a defeated look.

Solomon tried to explain, but he got lectured for trying to dissect your babies. You even yelled at him for making them so scared that they tried their hardest to escape him, and almost got hurt because of it.

10/10 thinks those things are little shits.

Simeon

He loves them!! He’s probably good with human children, but with buff kittens he’s amazingly good as well!!

The kittens were well behaved and allowed him to pet them, and curled up as he read them stories!!

He gives them their bottles of milk,, he makes sure they’re warm,, and he babies them!! Because they’re baby.

He gave off great dad energy, and even invited Luke or Solomon to play with them. Luke suddenly had to visit the grocery store and Solomon for some reason was nowhere to be found.

Simeon would love to babysit them again, and even asked if they would come over more often! He and Buff Cat will also share stories of the kittens from now on, because they’re so cute.

Luke

No.

He is not going NEAR them. If he’s terrified of buff cat as is, what makes you think he’s not going to be terrified of buff kittens?

The second he sees one of them act mischievously, he’s screaming for Simeon. However, he just watches Simeon laugh it off.

He’s going to stay in his room until those demon spawns disappear.

+ MC

You were so so happy. Buff Cat’s little kittens were visiting you in the devildom, and you were ecstatic.

When you saw the kittens, you cuddled each of them for twenty minutes straight. You peppered them with kisses and gave them tummy rubs.

The brothers watched in shock, and were slightly envious that you were cuddling the kittens.

You got up to stretch, and as soon as you did they ran around and tried to bite everyone in the vicinity, and after you sat back down, they curled up to you like nothing happened.

Luke was in the corner shaking from how he just witnessed a kitten attempt to bite off Asmo’s eyelash.

Everyone except the baby bunch suddenly felt chills up their backs. It was not going to be a good week.

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Here’s some memes! I think it’d be pretty funny and great on the lore if the royals actually took in the buff kittens, and began to care for them. The cats are as chaotic as Diavolo, so Diavolo would probably take fault and say he must of influenced the cuties, who are just replicating what they see like babies do. Luke, Mammon, and Belphie will never visit again. The kittens will also protect the jewels.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #obey me headcanon #buff cat #buff cat memes #please request more buff cat #I literally love these so much

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xaharadesert · 4 years

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Bard MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: Okie dokie, this one is for a very lovely and very patient anon! Their request for an MC who can control magic through music is super cool! Honestly, I didn’t know exactly what a bard was when I first received this request, so I’ll be adding in a couple references about that as a joke :) I also tried to leave it ambiguous between whether the MC sings or plays an instrument, but I may have failed. My apologies, these may be a bit shorter than what you’re all used too, but I was struggling with this a little bit (also I am half asleep as I am finishing this, so I’m sorry if some of it doesn’t make sense). Also, I’m very sorry about using an outdated meme, but the oppurtunity was right there and I had to use it. As always, I recognize Asra’s non-binary gender orientation but will be using he/him pronouns! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) Requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

Oh, yeah, he knows what a bard is

Like a singer... right?

Nope

When you tell him that you control magic through music, he has a small crisis and reevaluates every bard he’s ever met

He suddenly has quite a few questions about the inherent magic of music

Curious as always, he wants to learn more about how music acts as a medium for magic, which means a lot of questions

Most of his questions are based in psychology, because a small part of him that constantly doubts magic believes that you’re just a scientific genius

Overall, he supports you, of course

He loves music and the fact that you can cast spells using it is just an added bonus

Julian is already thinking about all the musical adventures you’ll have together

If you offer to teach him, he’ll respectfully decline

He’ll stick to the ordinary kind of music, thank you

On that note, unless it messes with your magic he will absolutely sing along whenever you’re preparing a spell

If this is a problem he’ll sing quietly to himself to avoid being a distraction

He’s sorry if it’s annoying to you, but he really loves singing

When he’s constantly surrounded by music he finds it hard to keep quiet

But if you’re okay with him joining in? He’ll belt some made-up lyrics at the top of his lungs

He may accidentally sing over you and your music, so even if it was originally fine, it will unintentionally cause problems

🧡Portia🧡

Oh, a bard!

That’s uh... a music thing, right?

I mean, she was mostly right

When you tell her that you can control magic through music she’s ecstatic

Magic in and of itself is super cool, but music too?! That’s amazing!

Portia wasn’t the biggest fan of music before, but you can bet your butt she is now!

She loves listening to you preform magic, and even if your not doing a spell, she loves listening to you

She wants to know what kind of songs control what kind of spells

In fact, she wants to know everything about your magic

You might as well be her official teacher because she never stops asking questions

In fact, asking if you can teach her eventually does come up

She’s a very eager student, although she often goes off track and starts inventing her own music

It’s not as effective, but she’s definitely having fun

Even if she never actually learns the magic part, she learned a cool new musical skill

She’ll create silly little songs to make you laugh

Sometimes when you use a particularly sad song for a spell, she’ll start to tear up

This can be a bit of a distraction, but she swears she’s not actually upset

You’re just amazing at what you do

Once Julian needed your help and her response was “this is so sad, MC play Despacito”

💛Lucio💛

Of course he knows what a bard is!

At least that’s what he claims

In reality he has no idea, he always referred to them as “music people”

So when you tell him about controlling magic through music he’s suddenly feeling a little afraid of every musician he made fun of in the past

He’ll never admit that out loud, though

Lucio thinks what you do is amazing

You can do magic AND you’re musically talented! That’s double the talent!

For a moment he considered mocking Asra for being less talented than you before remembering that you and Asra are friends

That doesn’t stop him from showing off your talents to everyone else, though!

Whether you really want to or not, you’ll probably have to show literally every Vesuvian your abilities at least once

Lucio himself isn’t particularly interested in learning your form of magic

He’d rather watch and listen as you preform spells

He doesn’t really want you to teach anyone else though, but he can’t really stop you if you choose to anyway

Sometimes he’ll ask you to preform a spell just so he can listen to you

He especially loves to hear slower songs for spells that ward off nightmares

When he listens to you, he genuinely feels calm and peaceful

He just exists in a perfect moment, with nobody but you and him

On a side note, though, sometimes when you’re showing off for other people he’ll try to sing along and it’ll always end up sounding horrible

💚Muriel💚

Doesn’t even pretend to know what a bard is

He never really had a reason to know, so he doesn’t

When you first tell him, he feels a bit awkward because he feels as if you expected him to know

But of course, your brand of magic was pretty unique so explaining your abilities was old hat by now

He’s not exactly sure how he feels about your methods

Of course he loves and supports you, but your magic... it’s just... a lot

It seems to require a lot of noise, and it draws way too much attention in his opinion

He would never try to change you, but he shrinks into himself whenever you gain a crowd from performing a spell in public

He starts to feel differently about it the first time he hears a slower song

When your music is soft and soothing he inadvertently feels himself relax

Knowing that you’re beside him, doing what you love, brings him a lot of inexplicable joy

Muriel doesn’t really have any interest in learning your kind of magic for himself, if he’s being honest

Although, he never minds when you want to talk about the complexities

He doesn’t mind very much if you need to practice late at night at home, because he doesn’t need to worry about other people intruding

Personally, he has no real uses for your magic so he never asks for your help

That isn’t to say he won’t accept it; if you want to use a song to help with menial tasks once in a while he won’t complain

The one exception is if you start using it for some creepy spell in the middle of the night

Then he may have a few complaints

💙Asra💙

The only one who actually knows what a bard is without your explanation

He was there throughout most of your magical growth, so he already knows a lot about it

In all honesty, if it weren’t for you, he probably would have been just as oblivious as everyone else

He loves how unique your method of performing magic is

Asra has never met anyone quite like you, and he doubts he ever will

Watching you perform your magic is one of his favourite hobbies (if you can really count that as a hobby)

Observing how your magic interacts with your music is incredible to him

He’s a little jealous, but he’d never say that out loud

You offered to teach him years ago and he eagerly accepted, but he never quite got the hang of it

In the end, he learned most of the theory behind it, but he mostly stuck to his own brand of magic

Even if he does admire your magic more than he admires his own, he does love the contrast between the two of you

(Spoilers) when he brought you back and was re-teaching you most things, your magic was one of the hardest

He felt horrible that he couldn’t properly demonstrate for you, but after teaching you the theories again, you seemed to pick it up on your own

On a side note though, helping you relearn your magic did allow him to grasp a couple of basic spells with your method, which makes him super excited

All in all he’s just thrilled that you have such a strong and unique brand of magic

He’s proud of how much you’ve grown into it, despite not having a proper mentor

Asra is a fan of quite a few unique types of music, but listening to whatever kind of music your using has definitely helped him settle on a few favourite songs

He doesn’t have a favourite kind of musical spell, so he’s excited no matter what kind of magic your performing

One time he even convinced you to cast a spell to heat up some tea faster just because he wanted to hear your music

💜Nadia💜

A bard?

As in, one who recites poetry, correct?

She uses the definition of a bard when describing what she thinks you do

Nadia is pleasantly surprised to find that your definition of bard is much more powerful, although she now has a few questions about how you go about defining words

She doesn’t have very much magical experience, so she was unaware of how unique your brand of magic was

But when she finds out exactly what it is you do?

She’s so excited

Nadia definitely loves music, although she leans toward slightly more refined tastes

She starts to question her favourite songs when she first hears you perform a spell

You manage to convey so much emotion, regardless of how long a spell or song is

She feels her heart pound in her chest whenever you use a lot of emotion in a spell

If you offer to teach her, she’ll have to politely decline

She knows how to play piano, sure, and her singing voice isn’t the worst, but she isn’t particularly interested in studying magic

She’ll just leave that part up to you

Of course, she’s always content to watch you perform, although sometimes it is a bit disruptive

If she needs a quick spell while in a meeting, a whole song can be a bit of a problem

She learns to work around this though, because she would never want you to ever change who you are

Although, she will admit she found it humorous when you chose a particularly aggressive song for a spell when trying to prove a point to Valerius

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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I wanna be like you

Alright y’all, I have 200 pages of reading to do by Tuesday, a paper and two discussion posts to do by tomorrow, and another three papers due by Tuesday so naturally I wrote a fic about Brock based on this photo. It’s shorter than what I’ve been posting recently (~1.6k I think?) but I still low key love this.

I hope y’all like it!

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Your very first family vacation was supposed to be relaxing, fun, and was definitely a much needed break from the reality of work and having to constantly clean up after a toddler and your husband. It was not supposed to start every morning with the same argument and whining from Brock when he knew what the outcome was going to be anyway.

You were getting Noah dressed, your two-year-old rugrat squirming around while trying and failing to fight the fact that you were making him wear a shirt while Brock finished up in the bathroom.

Brock comes out, towel around his waist, hair wet and shaggy as he sits down on the bed, ignoring the fact that he was now getting the clothes you laid out for him slightly wet.

“Babe, get up,” you tell him, lifting him off the bed as Noah started jumping around the room. “Noah, don’t do that, you’ll get hurt.”

“Why?” Brock asks. Gesturing to the clothing on the bed, he groans. “Why are you making us do this?” He hated, more than anything, that you were making him match with his son while your outfit was completely different. For someone on an NHL team where the only difference between what they were wearing was the number and name on their backs, he hated matching with other people.

“So if he gets lost, it’ll be easier to remember what he’s wearing,” you tell Brock, getting Noah down from the bed so he doesn’t jump on it and hurt himself.

“I’m an adult, why can’t you let me wear what I want?” he whines, going over to his suitcase to pick out another outfit.

“Do it,” you shrug, knowing he wouldn’t win, “For every single outfit in your suitcase, Noah here has a matching one.” You were so nervous about Noah wandering off while you were out for the day that you almost canceled the trip to Austin, Texas, multiple times. Your mom had told you that when you were little on family vacations, she would dress you and your brother all in the same color since it made it easier to describe you or to find you since she could look down and remember what you were wearing. Since Brock told you that you were in charge of packing, that meant you were in charge of Noah and Brock matching. “Babe, come on, he loves wearing stuff like you do. Remember the first time he went to one of your games with a jersey on and he got so excited?”

Brock looks at you, unconvinced, even though you had this same conversation yesterday. “Noah, honey, don’t you want Daddy to wear this shirt?”

“My shirt!” he yells, giggling and trying to grab it from you.

“See? Please?” you beg, sticking out your bottom lip. “For me? For Noah?”

He rolls his eyes, a smile covering his face as he grabs the shirt from you, “Fine, but only because,” he stops, kissing you, “you and him are the most important people to me.”

You can’t help but smile as he goes back into the bathroom to get ready, leaving you to keep Noah occupied until he is. He comes out of the bathroom, dressed in a white shirt and blue shorts, just like Noah. “Noah, look what Daddy has on!” you say, turning your son around to face his father.

“Daddy!” he yells, running towards him with his arms up, signaling that he wanted to be picked up.

Brock lifts him up off the group, Noah squealing in delight as Brock lifts him above his own head, bringing him down to kiss him all over his little face while Noah’s small arms wrap around his neck in a hug.

“Aww, my boys,” you coo, loving the sight of Brock looking at his son with so much love in his eyes, while Noah looked at his dad like he was the best man in the world. “Are we ready to go?”

Brock nods, grabbing what he needs to go explore the city, you taking what you need for Noah. “Noah, do you want Mommy to push you or do you want to walk with Daddy?” he asks. Noah buries his face in Brock’s shoulder, Brock letting out a laugh.

The three of you leave the room, ready to go and wander around, your mind going crazy at the thought of Noah wandering off somehow. “Babe, are you ok?” Brock asks, seeing the worried look that was covering your face.

“What if he walks away from us at some point and we lose him?” you panic, rubbing Noah’s back as he starts to fall asleep in Brock’s arms.

“Do we need to put him on one of those weird child leashes?” he asks, clearly unamused at the fact that this was something you were genuinely scared about.

“No, those are creepy. Let’s put him in the stroller and go find some food?” you ask, trying to take your mind off what was probably your worst nightmare.

“My buddy said Kerbey Lane was good, especially with Noah, here,” Brock suggests, using one arm to hold your now sleeping son and the other to reach for his phone to figure out how to get there.

“And then what about that toy museum? I’m sure he’d love that,” you tell Brock, who nods as he hands you his phone, taking your hand and leading you out.

Noah wakes up on your walk to breakfast, squirming out of Brock’s arms and begging to be put down. “Do you want to sit in the stroller?” Brock asks him, only to get a fierce head shake ‘no’ from his son. Brock puts him down, letting him walk. Noah’s small hand can only wrap around one of Brock’s fingers as he holds on to his father’s pointer finger.

In true Brock fashion, he lets Noah believe that he’s strong enough to drag his daddy down the street by the one finger, Noah giggling as his small legs let him run as fast as they can carry him. Listening to Brock encourage his son the way he was, his laugh ringing through the street made your heart burst with love.

You get to Kerbey Lane, ordering food and getting it in a thankfully short amount of time considering how much Noah was squirming around ready to eat, both you and Brock clearly needing coffee in an IV just to be able to keep up with the amount of energy your two-year-old seems to have. You sit there, enjoying yourself, admiring the way Brock’s smiles reached his eyes, nearly closing at the sight of Noah putting his pancake on his face, probably trying to make it into a mask. Brock takes the second pancake while Noah is looking at you, tearing pieces up to make holes for Noah’s eyes, nose, and mouth, sliding it back in front of him before he has the chance to notice.

Noah shrieks with excitement, putting the mask pancake on his face and sticking his tongue out, sending the three of you into what was probably an inappropriately loud fit of laughter considering how many other people were around you.

“So what is at this toy museum?” Brock asks, paying your bill and gathering everything up to leave.

“There’s a bunch of toys on display, but I’m assuming you were smart enough to know that by the name,” you tell, him strapping Noah into his stroller, his feet kicking up and down as he tries to fight his way out of the buckles. “But they also have a bunch of stuff people can play with like old arcade games and stuff.”

“Hear that buddy?” Brock says, bending down to Noah, “Sounds like you get to play with cool toys today! Way better than what we have at home,” he tells him, looking up at you with a smirk on his face.

“Babe, whose fault is that? You paid for all those toys,” you fire back. He rolls his eyes, putting his arm around you and kissing the side of your temple as you set off for the museum. The entire walk there, Brock had his arm around you. It felt so, you don’t know, domestic? Is that even the right word? He was gone so many times during the year that you were often on your own when it came to Noah. Having him pretty much attached to your and your son was a much-welcome change to compared to the rest of the year. You loved it, even if he was annoying about wearing the same thing as Noah.

You get to the museum, pulling Noah out of the stroller and resting him on your hip as you start to wander the building. Brock seemed to be in his element, acting more like a child than his son while looking at the vintage toys. You get to a set of action figures, Brock going crazy over how many looked like the ones his dad had described to him when he was younger.

“Look, Noah,” Brock says, pointing to the superheroes, “You can be like them one day. Or like these guys,” he points to the G.I. Joes, “Or anything you want.”

Corny, you know, but you could help but melt at how Noah’s eyes lit up at Brock’s words. “I wanna be Daddy,” Noah says, reaching for his father who takes him in open arms.

You swear Brock’s eyes glass over with the beginning of tears, as he kisses Noah on the forehead. “And look, you’re already dressed like Daddy. You’re almost there, bub,” you say, rubbing your son’s back. You send Brock a look that says, ‘I told you so,’ him mouthing back, ‘thank you.’

#brock boeser #brock boeser imagines #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagines #canucks #canucks imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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poundstonaira · 3 years

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Solid x Reader Barely Bothered 2

contains limey content

Word Count: 1940

I made it downstairs to the front door of the base as I saw the captain standing there. Captain Nozel started at me with a blank face of confusion, seeing that I was the only one here when it’s supposed to be me and Solid.

“Hello, captain Nozel.” I gave him a small wave with my normal emotionless face, pretending like I didn’t just knock his little brother out moments ago by sucking the oxygen out of his lungs.

“Good morning, Y/N. Where’s Solid?”

Oh shit. I didn’t think he would ask me that and I don't have a lie to tell him… fuck.

“I don’t know… but when I saw him in front of my door, he did look a bit malnourished… he then passed out and I kissed him to see if he would wake up but he didn’t so Nebra is probably taking care of him…” I lied with the same expression on my face, hoping that my captain wouldn’t think of anything suspicious from me.

“Oh… malnourished? I wouldn’t say malnourished… he ate like seven lamb chops last night.” My captain casually said.

Seven lamb chops… for one meal… chile… these royals are something else. That isn’t my business but I hope he isn’t planning to eat me tonight. I will be empty. But it’s not like I’ll let him touch me anyway.

“Oh… well maybe he had food poisoning…” I said aloud, pretending to think.

“That may be it. I believe you on Solid passing out so I’ll let you go on this mission yourself. I think that you are strong enough to go by yourself.” He continued.

Wow… he believed me? But what if he goes check?

“Thank you, captain.” I bowed at him.

“No need to thank me. You worked hard. Besides that, your mission isn’t really that much, all you need to do is kill a giant serpent before midnight in the town of Hel.” He finished before flying away.

Oh really? Cool.

I made a transportation spell using my earth magic then started to migrate to Hel, the town that wasn’t far from the royal capital. I think that this mission should be quite easy to do. Killing a giant serpent shouldn’t take long nor should be much to think about.

Timeskip!

I just finished killing the giant serpent that the captain told me about. It didn’t take long nor did it take me to use that much mana. All I did was use an earth spell of mine and then it got cut in half and the purple blood started oozing out of it. Poor serpent.

It was time for me to go back when I suddenly felt sleepy. I was confused about why I felt so sleepy all of a sudden when I’m not anemic nor do I have any other sickness.

Why do I feel so sleepy? Was it Solid when I made out with him? No… I didn’t taste any type of poison, I only tasted fresh mint. Or was it an odorless poison only used when transmitted from mouth to mouth?

So many questions are running through my head right now I don’t even know what’s going on. I might just find a tree to fall as sleep at so I can lay my head there; that might be a very stupid and idiotic plan of me but my alerts on are on high senses even when I’m unconscious so I knows going on.

I moved my slugging body towards a large tree and sat down beside. I felt my eyes give into my craving for sleep and drifted off.

I just hope that no one tries to take advantage of my sleeping state or there will be another death caused by me.

All of a sudden, I heard footsteps approaching, I don’t know who it was but I hoped that they were just passing by and not wondering what a woman was doing sleeping in the forest.

“So you think you pull such an act on me and act like nothing happened? Oh, Y/N... you’ll be in for such a big treat tonight.”

Timeskip!

As I am still in my sleep, the feeling of the tree behind my back is no longer there, instead there is a more of a comfortable and fluffy comfort feeling supporting my back. At this, I carefully open my eyes to a room that I am not familiar with at all.

I looked around to see decorated green walls and paintings. I know for a fact that this is not my room, someone must’ve taken me when I was asleep.

Did I get kidnapped? No… this must be the room of a noble or royal- wait… No… don’t tell me… FUCk!

“Good evening, Y/N.” I heard a familiar sadistic voice from beside me. When I turned around, I saw the familiar figure of Solid sitting down on his sofa, giving me that same sadistic smile.

“So I’m guessing that it was you who brought me here while I was asleep?” I asked him with a dead look in my face.

“Correct.” The blue-eyed boy simply replied, still giving me that same smile.

I let out a huge sigh, wondering how my life has gotten so difficult since I’ve joined the squad even though the only problem was Solid himself. He has just made me so annoyed and uncomfortable for God knows how long. If I really think about it, Solid is probably the only one in my existence of living who has broken me out of my emotionless self in a bad way.

I looked down to see that the only thing that has changed from my appearance was that my Silver Eagles robe was gone, everything else was the same. I was a bit surprised by this because I would’ve expected him to strip me completely, knowing how thirsty this boy is for me.

“Why’d you only take off my robe? What were you trying to do?” I questioned Solid. Instead of an answer, the silver-haired royal lets out a chuckle instead.

“I was trying to make you comfortable while you were sleeping, so I was going to change you into one of my shirts but, if I did that, I would’ve completely forced myself on you and that wouldn’t have been good for you nor me so I only took off your robe.”

Well thank goodness I woke up in time. It would’ve been an ugly sight seeing him on top of me, doing whatever he pleases.

“Damn… you really are a sucker when it comes to me, huh?” I let out a groan, not giving him any eye contact right now because of a blush which was plastered across my face because of how embarrassed I was. I don’t know why I was embarrassed because that comment is really fucking perverted. But, should I even be surprised?

“Ha! You are very correct…” I heard Solid laugh, making me look at him. “I am a horrible sucker for you but, can you blame me? You are probably the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, you have the perfect body and the perfect personality. Anyone with common sense would fall for someone like you…” He continued his statement. My face started sweating and began to become more red. I swear, this sadistic bastard will be the end of my emotionless phase.

“I get it… is that what you want from me?” I wondered aloud looking at him with dead eyes this time, seeing if he would get what I’m saying.

“”That?” What do you mean by “that”?” Solid gave me a weird look as he walked over to the bed.

“You know… sex…” I said.

Solid lets out another chuckle but this time it sounded like it had more sadistic and evil intent in it.

“I don’t just want to use your body as my pleasure tool… I want you.” Was all Solid said before climbing on top of me and connecting his lips to mine, automatically using his tongue against my lips, foring my mouth to open.

“Wha-” I was quickly interrupted by our lips fully connecting by the pressure of him pushing himself on me. I felt Solid harshly grab my right leg and put it around his lower back all the while he was still making out with me. His tongue was completely dominating my mouth and lips as I sat there, underneath him, taking advantage of my confused state.

“Come on…” I heard him groan against our lips. “Kiss me back with that same energy you had earlier… take my breath away once more. Make me want to crave you...”

Well, his wish is my command. I will gladly do so.

I used most of my strength to flip our positions so that I was on top of him. I had a full look of Solid’s flushed face, the sound of his pants, and the small sadistic smile on his face. I could tell that this was going to be a long night for the both of us and at this point, I don’t even mind. I have now changed my opinion on this sadistic royal who had broken my emotionless personality; I find his love for me quite creepy but at the same time, I find it very adorable of how much he is a sucker for me. Maybe if I give him a chance I can find a soft spot in his heart.

A small smile finally plastered across my face at Solid’s facial expression. Mindlessly, I snaked my left hand down towards his stomach before it reached his crotch, I felt his phallus touch the tips of my fingers as it twitched.

“I will gladly take your breath away, Solid Silva.”

…

“Wow…” I heard Solid pant as he flopped his body onto mine. “You were incredible…I’m guessing this isn’t your first time?” I heard Solid ask me as he pulled the covers over our bodies.

“No… It’s not.” I breathed out my last few pants before sighing.

“Damn it… I was hoping to be your first…” I heard Solid groan aloud, playing with a few strands of my hair.

“Yeah…about that... my ex-boyfriend was a loser so I broke up with him not so long ago. He didn’t phase me or break my emotionless personality at all so I ended our relationship. And he wasn’t even that good in bed.” I replied, looking up at the ceiling, ignoring Solid’s weight on mine.

“Oh… Was I good?” Solid asked me with an innocent smile on his face.

“I guess. I don’t really experience sexual attraction anyways. It’s not that big of a deal but if you want an answer then I would say that you aren’t bad at all.” I answered him, now looking out the window.

“Heh. That makes me happy.” I heard him chuckle as I just gave him a small smirk in return before focusing my attention on the evening sky which was on top of the Royal Capital.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you mad at me? I finished inside you…” I heard Solid mutter before turning his head the other way. I felt my heart drop to my stomach before realizing something.

“It’s okay. Like I said, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and I’m on birth control. The effect is still working.” I answered him, yawning out of relief. I felt Solid move over to me, I felt his arms embrace me tightly, I gave in and hugged him back.

“I love you so much. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

-*end*

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Doctor Harry XXVI. Cuando no me ves

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of eating disorder! Please be aware if this is a trigger for you, think whether you should read this and take care!

Also, remember our bodies are just our way of getting places, take care of them so they can get you far, but don’t mistake them with a shop window. Remember that what makes you beautiful is invisible to the eye!

A/N: On a different note, I LOVED writing this chapter and I love it and I hope you enjoy it too x

HARRY’S POV

Blue is sleeping next to me. Her chest goes up and down under the thick sweater she’s wearing. I move her hair away from her face and the smile appears on its own. That’s how easy it is for her.

Sinking my head back on the pillow, I tilt my neck so I can stare at her. I suppose watching someone sleep is as creepy as it gets but I woke up one hour and a half ago now and she’s still breathing softly, peacefully asleep next to me and that makes me feel like such a lucky bastard.

She must be crazy in some way because she really is out of my league and still here she is, lying next to me and letting me touch her and kiss her. I think she’s got the prettiest face I’ve ever seen, even when she’s asleep.

I remember the way she felt on New Year’s, when she thought I wasn’t attracted to her just because she had put on some weight. The idea still makes me mad. She’s just perfect. I mean her body is, she’s got some issues and Lord knows she can get into my skin and drive me crazy sometimes but hey we all do. But her body… I just simply don’t understand.

Well, I guess I do. I live in the same society she does and I know they worship the gap between the thighs and the collarbones showing like there’s just skin and bones in there and I’m not saying I don’t like that. I’ve been with very slender girls but the way my t-shirts look on Blue… How they hug her ass and the top of her thighs and how soft she is… I don’t understand how she can not love that about her. And her breasts, that fill my hands when I cup them and get perky when I kiss them…

I love every part of this woman’s body but I’ve noticed that the reason she got so drunk last night- to the point where she passed out on my shoulder- was not so much on how much she drunk but on the fact that she had barely eaten anything at dinner.

I’ve been thinking about it now and she’s also been rejecting snacks at my place. I have never paid much attention to what she ate or didn’t but ever since she said that I’ve been more observant and I hope she knows she doesn’t need to fit in any jeans for me to want her.

I want her for the way she sounds and for the way her nails sink on my back and for the way she smells and for the way I feel like I disappear when I’m inside her. Granted, I think her body is amazing and she’s fucking hot, but it’s precisely that flesh she seems not to like the one that drives me crazy because she’s just lucky genetics gave her this crazy body with this fucking sexy curves but I’d like her even if she didn’t have them.

She hums and her arm hugs the pillow closer to her face but I’m gonna be the selfish bastard I am and I’m going to wake her up. I heard Adam’s voice on the kitchen a while ago and Jason’s door opened and shut about fifteen minutes ago too so it’s time for the Sleeping Beauty to wake up.

I rest my weight on my hands and press my lips against her exposed temple and cheek and the corner of her mouth. She moans.

“Come on” I whisper on her ear before I press a chaste kiss on her neck “wake up, baby, last night you left me wanting you…”

She smiles but doesn’t open her eyes yet and I chuckle against her skin before I start pressing kisses from her ear to the corner of her lips. She’s sleeping on her belly so I’m hovering over her back as I kiss her skin. She tilts her neck so her lips press against mine when I reach her mouth and I laugh against her lips but kiss her back. I part her lips with my tongue and push inside her mouth and she moans and takes it.

I remember how shy she was when she wouldn’t let me kiss her in the morning the first time she slept over and I smile against her mouth. I’m about to joke and tell her that her mouth tastes like a dead rat but decide against it because my silly girl might take it to heart. She licks my lips like a kitten before turning her head and getting more comfortable on the bed.

I am left smiling to myself and admiring the sexy woman underneath me. I cup one of her breasts and gently squeeze it in my hand and she lets out a soft moan. I can see her smiling under the layer of hair that’s covering the new side of her face she’s now showing.

“Do you want me to wake you up?” I whisper on her ear.

She moans but I want to hear her say it.

“Tell me.”

I press my hard length against her ass through the thick fabric of her pyjama pants and my own sweatpants and she gasps.

“Yes.”

I nibble on her neck and I let the way she smells overtake my senses. It clouds my mind and I can’t think of anything else. I probably should think about how to tell her about the wedding but those thoughts are flying out the window when my hands find her skin underneath her sweater.

I suck and lick her neck before soothing her skin with kisses and I revel in the way her breathing becomes laboured and wet as she tilts her neck to give me better access. My hips start instinctively grinding against her ass so I can relieve some of the tension with the friction between us and she bites her bottom lip.

Her soft, perfect belly guides my way until my fingers snake underneath the hem of her pants and I press my fingers against her knickers, searching for her clit and pressing slow but firm circles against it. She moans deliciously and I think I could cum in my pants.

“Fucking hell, Blue.” I whisper on her ear.

I know she loves it when I talk dirty to her. My sweet, shy girl turns into the devil in bed and only I get to know that. I have to control myself because I go crazy with the options. I want to posses her, in a way that makes me worried, because I want to touch her until she’s screaming my name but I also want to turn her around and get my mouth on her and lick and suck her until she pulls so hard from my hair that my scalp hurts for the rest of the day. I want to get inside her too and to pin her against the mattress and have her scratching my skin.

I slip my fingers underneath the hem of her underwear and find her wetness easily. I smile. I’m a fucking narcissist when it comes to her, but knowing this juice is all for me could send me to heaven.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” I chuckle.

She half giggles half gasps and I swear the blood leaves my brain.

“You’re very good at waking women up.” She whispers.

“I only wake you up.” I kiss her neck. “Because I only sleep with you.”

I see her smile but realize she hasn’t yet opened her eyes or if she has, I haven’t seen her. I carefully watch her as I slip two fingers inside her and she frowns and moans. I thrust my fingers in and out of her and she gasps labouredly against her pillow.

This position and what I’m doing to her is turning me on until the back of my neck but I need to get inside her so I slip my fingers out of her wet hole and flip her around so that her back hits the mattress. Her eyes are opened and set on mine.

“You look woken up enough to me…” I smile at her.

She smiles dreamily and I lean down to capture her lips with mine. I kiss her hungrily and my belly flips and my pulse accelerates.

“You barely kissed me last night…” She complains against my lips.

“I did kiss you.”

She pouts showing me her bottom lip and I catch it between my teeth before I pull from it and then press my lips against hers again.

“You woke up affectionate today…” I notice. “I like it.”

Her lips leave my mouth and press chaste kisses on the skin of my neck but there’s nothing chaste about the way her soft hand goes down my chest until she slips it under the hem of my sweatpants.

“I woke up to you touching me” She corrects me “I’m horny as hell.”

I chuckle until my laughter is cut short by the moan she pulls from me as her hand gently squeezes the base of my dick before her wrist starts flipping and pumping me. I gape like a fish out of water and try to hold my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her.

Her hand freezes when we hear Mario’s voice on the corridor calling for breakfast but I press my lips on her cheek.

“Ignore him. You do you.”

She laughs but keeps pleasuring me and I grunt on top of her. It feels so good, her hand around me, to be able to see her so close while she’s at it… But she needs to stop. I hold her wrist and she frowns confused. I smile.

“I’m going to explode.” I explain and she giggles.

She takes off her pants and mine and my hand searches for my dick so I can align it with her wet sex. I slip just the tip in and watch her frown until I push inside her all the way and she moans and sinks her head on the pillow. I thrust inside her a few times and she pulls me in closer with her legs and her arms.

“Baby” I beg “get on top.”

Her eyes bore into mine and I cup her cheek. I feel like my heart is going to explode.

“If you want” I remind her “I want you on top, please.”

She bites her bottom lip. We were past this. She was a lot more comfortable naked with me, I won’t have her going back there yet I don’t have to insist because her hands push from my chest as she rolls us over and she adjusts her position on my hips.

I smile at her before I grab the hem of her sweater and pull it over her head. I grab her forearms and feel the goosebumps on her skin as she sinks her body on me and I fill her. I have never desired someone so much, so often.

My hands caress her soft skin from her hips to the lower part of her back and I pull her to me until I can kiss the skin on her bare breasts and get her perky upright nipples on my mouth.

She grinds her hips against mine in a circular motion that has me grunting against her skin. Fucking hell, she’s so much better at this than she was the first time we did this. From the corner of my eye I can see the way her waist moves on my hand and I decide I need to see this so I press a final kiss on her neck and lean back so I can watch her.

She’s riding me like a horsewoman and the way her bare body moves, like she had a wave inside her, is making me doubt whether I’m actually awake. I grab her flesh, her generous hips, her waist, her breasts and she moans out loud.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Blue.” I moan. “Sexiest thing I’ve seen…”

Her hands press on my chest as she uses me for counterbalance as she lifts her hips and sinks them back in. I am a sucker for this slow rhythm with her because I can see her body and I can feel every inch of her tight walls and the way they clench and press around me. Fuck…

“Fuck, Harry…”

“Tell me how it feels, love.”

“Oh… Okay…” She gasps. “Oh, Harry…”

“Fuck.”

She giggles and I have to hold myself back from pinning her against the mattress and ruin her.

“I haven’t even told you and you’re already cursing.”

I chuckle too. True.

“Go on.”

I straighten a hand against her thigh and feel the goosebumps on her skin there too. She’s quiet so I look up until our eyes meet and realize she was waiting for me to look into her big hazel eyes. My heart stops.

“We would be friends.”

Everything after that feels hazy. I press her against the mattress and rest one hand against the headboard as I thrust inside her hard and fast. She moans loudly and I grunt on the crook of her neck.

We would be friends. Of course, we would be friends.

Maybe she feels it too.

BLUE’S POV

I bump into Jason at the corridor on my way to the kitchen and he grabs my elbow and stops me so he can whisper on my ear.

“If Marie had any neighbours, they would have called the police and that’s all I’m saying.”

I blush deeply. Harry just walks out of the room, all dressed and ready with jeans and a lilac woollen sweater and I wonder whether it’s okay for someone to look so good all the damn time.

The girls are out sitting on the couches on the porch because Ollie’s smoking and from the kitchen I can hear Mario and Adam chatting and laughing. Harry rests his hand on the lower of my back and motions that he’s going to the kitchen and I assume the boys are making breakfast today. I walk outside and find my friends and the two of them give me naughty smiles. I frown, still embarrassed at Jason’s comment. I guess they heard it too.

“How was your sleep, Sleeping Beauty?” Ollie smirks but her teasing tone confuses me.

“Good, why?”

My friends exchange an amused glance and smile.

“You don’t remember how you feel asleep last night?”

“No.” I frown.

That’s right. I don’t remember getting to bed or changing into my pyjama pants.

“What happened?”

Olivia takes a long drag of her cigarette and motions Marie to talk. She tilts her neck so she’s fully looking at me and grins.

“We were all talking by the fireplace until we realized you had fallen asleep on Harry.” She giggles. “He whispered something on your ear but you didn’t even grunt back so he just picked you up bridal style and said ‘Well, the Sleeping Beauty and I are retiring to our bedchamber, sleep well’ and like that he just walked past us” Oh, boy “and then he told you ‘tell your friends goodnight’ and you grunt something none of us understood and then he just took you to bed.”

“Oh, God.” I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I finally seat down on the free couch giving my back to the house and looking ahead. “He put my pyjama pants on me too.”

Marie pouts at us and Olivia giggles.

“It’s still strange for me to see you like that” Ollie adds.

“Like what?” I challenge.

“You know” She just shrugs “Smitten.”

I don’t have time to complain because the whirlwind that’s Jason bursts into the balcony and rushes to our side.

“Please don’t tell me you started without me.” He scolds Marie but she just shakes her head and blushes.

Oh, so this is what this was. A Golden Girls’ reunion for gossip. Oh, my, Marie! She might have finally do Adam! Marie gives us a smile before she takes a sip of the cup she has in front of her. Olivia puffs the smoke of her cigarette out before she speaks.

“Oh, come on! That tea was stone cold! Stop being dramatic and tell us! What is it like to fuck someone with E.D?”

“Olivia!” Both Jason and I scold her in unison.

“What? I’m just asking what you two don’t dare to ask.”

She’s so straightforward and blatant I think she might kill Marie from embarrassment.

“Did he have a penis prothesis on?”

“Ollie!” Again.

“Stop!” She scolds us back. “I’m doing you a favour!”

Jason sighs but smiles and my eyes leave Olivia so I can look at Marie. Her cheeks are tinged pink but she doesn’t seem uncomfortable. I guess she spends too much time with Olivia so as to be offended by her inappropriate comments. She smirks before she leans in.

“I haven’t slept.” She whispers. “I think I’m gonna be stiff.”

I throw my head back and laugh out loud and my friends do the same. Jason whistles and Olivia starts singing a soccer celebratory chant until Marie shushes her. Fucking finally! I can tell Ollie and J are us happy for her as I am and Marie seems very happy herself…. Adam must be good.

“But how was it?” Jason asks. “Did you guys have any problem? I mean all night boning with an erectile disfunction… How did he do it?”

“He has a pump, doesn’t he?” Ollie insists.

“He doesn’t.” Marie shakes her head with a devilish smile. “Viagra works for him.” She smiles. “And sucking.”

She giggles and the three of us laugh out loud.

“But seriously guys, it was insane.” Marie shakes her head. “I mean it was like… We couldn’t get enough, you know? I have never been more turned on in my entire life.”

“Jesus, Marie, careful or you might turn into a sex-obsessed perv at 22.” Jason jokes.

“I just might.” She giggles. “I rediscover oral sex and it’s a dream.”

Olivia and I laugh louder that we probably should but we’re just happy our friend is finally letting go on the sexual department.

“I mean as an overview, it was the best sexual experience in my life.”

“I’m definitely finding a boyfriend in Bellamond.” Jason states “I mean considering Indie’s screams this morning and your review… I think there’s something there.”

“Jason.” I death glare at him but he shrugs and sticks out his tongue.

“Oh, we all heard it.” Olivia licks her lips inside her mouth. “It was kind of awkward to stand on the kitchen with Adam while you moaned Harry’s name out loud.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah.” She nods her head repeatedly and I plan to tell Harry we’re not fucking ever again in this house.

As if he was being called upon for further embarrassment of mine, he opens the door to the balcony and call us in for breakfast.

“I think he’s got a banana for you.”

I look at Jason hoping my eyes transmit all the disapproval I have for his joke but his eyes don’t meet mine… Bastard.

We all have breakfast at the same time and even if it’s been just one night spent together, the mood among us is so much calmer, as if we all just knew one another from the early days.

I take some of the fruit they cut to go with the pancakes but stay off carbs and pour some black coffee on my empty cup. Harry takes my fork and pokes a pancake that he leaves on my plate. I frown.

“You gotta eat, baby.”

“I’m eating.” I whisper.

He gives me a hard stare and I choose to ignore him. I know I’m blushing hard so I eat my fruit choosing to just leave the pancake on my plate and not have any eye contact with anyone on the table.

After breakfast, us girls clean the mess before we all go down for a walk along the beach. Harry and Marie are walking a few steps ahead and I wonder whether they’re talking about Adam or about me. Ollie intertwines her arm with mine.

“Look at her and don’t fool yourself” she whispers looking at Marie “there where she stands, she’s the dirtiest in us four.”

I giggle at her comment and know she came here to get me out of my thoughts.

“Do you think they’re talking about ho Harry’s gonna propose?”

“What? No! Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

She laughs.

“Maybe she’s scolding him for the volume this morning...” She teases before she starts dubbing their conversation. “Harry, that was outrageous. You guys broke a window! I’m sorry, Marie Anne, Blue’s depraved.”

I click my tongue and swat her forearm and she just laughs.

“He calls you Blue.” She notices.

I tilt my neck and my hazel eyes bore into the grey blue on hers. I want to ask her to stay in Grad with us, I want to tell her she has no idea how much I’m going to miss her.

“He does.” I say instead.

“I’m sad I’m leaving right when you’re falling in love.” She regrets. “I want to see that.”

Then don’t leave.

“I’ll always love Dylan.”

She stops on her tracks and stares at me.

“Who said you wouldn’t?”

We both start walking again.

“You know Rose from Titanic had a daughter with someone else. Do you think she stopped loving Jack?”

Unaware, we reach Adam and realize he’s for some reason walking alone. We speed up a little so we can catch up with him and surround him making him look at both his sides and laugh.

“Hey there Romeo.” Olivia smirks.

I chuckle as Adam blushes and smiles at her.

“Hey there Tinkerbell.”

I laugh at his comparison and Ollie frowns. She would make a great Tinkerbell.

“I guess you say that because I’m cheerful and spontaneous.”

“And teasing.”

“Yeah, that too but what would be life without teasing?” She smiles.

I guess I’m about to find out next year when she’s gone… Yet I can only guess it’s boring and dull and I won’t like it half as much as now.

“Marie’s very happy this morning. I wonder why.”

“Olivia, get out of here.”

She walks away laughing hysterically after she managed to bring every colour out on Adam’s face.

“That’s what you guys were talking about at the porch this morning, right?”

I suck my lips inside my mouth hoping my silence makes it up for the confirmation he yearns for. I see him taking a deep breath and frown. I know I got mad at him for the same thing I’m about to do but if my friend’s feelings are not reciprocated… I shouldn’t meddle but I’ll have to tell her…

“Hey, she just told us it was amazing.”

He almost gives himself whiplash with how fast he tilts his neck to look at me and I have to hold back my giggles. His eyes are opened wide but he seems rather distressed so I try to light up the mood.

“You played hard to get for long enough.”

Yeah, I suck at lighting up the mood…

“Well, it’s not easy, Indie.” His jaw clenches. “I know it’s been a lot of years and I really do try but it’s just hard. Well, actually it’s not.”

His joke takes me by surprise. I try not to laugh because I don’t know whether it’d be appropriate even if it was him who said it but he looks at me from the corner of his eyes and in that blue I can see his permission. I chuckle.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” He smiles. “You’ve done a lot for me even if you don’t know that.”

I hold his gaze trying to figure out what he’s saying but he takes a deep breath when he realizes I’m not as smart as he made me out to be.

“I know you talked to Marie about it and you’ve always encouraged her.”

“I do that for her.”

“I know, but still indirectly you helped me too.”

I nod.

“Marie’s very special, not just for me but in general, but I guess that you know.” He shrugs. “It’s the first woman after the accident that makes me feel as if I didn’t have a problem and that’s just… Precious to me.”

I believe him. He must feel lucky that someone like Marie set her eyes on him. If he manages to keep her around, he’ll have a wonderful woman by his side through thick and thin because that’s who Marie is. But I know he’s special too and that’s why I encouraged my friend like he said.

“Plus, she’s gorgeous, caring and sweet.” He smiles.

“She’s got everything.”

“She’s got everything.” He agrees.

“It’s a good thing you’re a good guy too. Harry says you’re the kindest man he knows.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“And you mentioned an organisation when we met.” I remind him. “Is that something you run? Is that what you do?”

“Well, I’m a journalist.” Oh, right, yeah, he said it. “But yeah I do… Collaborate with an organisation in Bellamond… Gemma and I do actually. It all started about a year after the accident when Gem was all used to her chair and her new life and all that and… It was just a very tough, very strange, difficult situation because we were all blaming ourselves and we couldn’t move on from that because I felt guilty that I had drunk so Harry had to drive because I knew he was tired, I just never thought he would…” His voice croaks and he clears his throat. “And Gemma felt terrible because she blamed herself for having drunk when they agreed she wouldn’t and then she felt like she had ruined her brother’s life because she knew he would live with that guilt forever.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t his fault, God knows that, I just wish he would know that too.”

I feel terrible for unwillingly adding to that guilt. When I heard he was behind the wheel that night, I just blanked. And it wasn’t because I thought he was to blame. I didn’t know what had happened so I didn’t know whether he was. It was just because it all came back again. Dylan, the accident, my role in the whole thing, the hospital, the grief, my bed, my parents…

They couldn’t make it. I ruined their marriage. And we never talk about that and no one has ever dared to say that but that is the truth. After Dylan’s accident, I just wasn’t there. My body was but my heart, and with it my mind, had died with him. I think it’s safe to say during the months that followed his death I drove everyone crazy. After that, it was just me that had gone mad.

Adam and I turn around as we hear Olivia’s screams only to find her hanging from Mario’s back like a big bag. We both chuckle and I feel a large hand resting on my low back.

“Hi, love.” Harry smiles down at me.

“Hi.”

“You’ve been mingling with Adam, huh?”

“We’ve just been talking shit about you really.” I joke.

But he tenses up and I laugh before I place my hand on his chest and stand on my tip toes to kiss him.

“Relax, I was just kidding.”

His hands set a firm grip on my hips as he holds me in front of him and grins before he lean down to whisper in my ear.

“They all heard you this morning.” I can feel him smile against my ear. “You better be quiet next time.”

“There won’t be a next time. Here.” I clarify.

“What? Why not?”

I look at him as if he had just gone insane. He might have if he doesn’t think everyone hearing us is reason enough for us not to have sex again. It still amazes me how he just doesn’t seem to care at all about what other people think; like last night when he picked me up and took me to the room under everybody’s attentive stare.

“You just don’t give a fuck about the others, huh?”

“I mean” he smiles “I think they already knew we fuck.”

I laugh out loud and he grins at me. I love these moments with him when we are both happy and we’re not walking on eggshells around each other. I reckon most of the times that is my fault anyway.

I capture his lips with mine again and he smiles against my mouth. I know he’s surprised by my behaviour but he shouldn’t be. Although that’s my fault too.

“Fuck, what did Adam tell you that has you all kissy?” He frowns but chuckles. “You two should talk more.”

Our walk along the shore continues and for a while I walk next to him, with his arm over my shoulders as my friends also divide on small groups.

“I read a book once about the ocean where one of the characters just stood on the shore and wondered where the ocean really ended or started for the shore is always moving because it depends on how much water the wave pushes out.” He burbles.

I tilt my neck to look at him and his cheeks tinge pink. I smile.

“I like that.” I tell him. “I guess the more dynamic something is, the harder it is to say when it ends because I mean… Did it end or did it change in shape and form?”

He smiles.

“Like Heraclitus’ river.”

“I didn’t know you were into philosophy.”

“Well, I’m not as basic as you think I am.”

I frown.

“I don’t think you’re basic.” I think you’re smart and kind and attentive.

He smiles.

“My dad used to read allegories to me when I was little. You know story time before bed? Well, my dad read The Little Prince to me when I was about six or seven. I liked it and after that he just started talking to me about ontology and stuff.”

“When you were little?”

“Yeah, he’s a nerd.”

“Like father, like son then.”

“I guess.” He laughs.

“Do you see him much?” I whisper.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. “I see him on Christmas, Easter, birthdays… But… The relationship I have with him is nothing like the one I have with my mum. Even though, not even with my mum I… She just reminds me too much of what I did…”

“What happened.” I correct him. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Do you really think that?”

“Of course, I do.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I think what happened to you was terrible, a tragedy, but I don’t think it’s anybody’s fault.”

He smiles sadly before he pushes me away playfully.

“Well thanks but I don’t want your sorrow so…” He smiles “Why don’t you tell me about your dad?”

“Well you know he had an aortic dissection.”

“Yes, I do know that.” He smirks. “I meant more about your relationship with him and stuff.”

“Well, it’s a good one. I am a lot like him, I think, in a lot of ways. But he’s better with emotions. It’s strange that I suck so much at talking feelings and feeling them when both my mum and dad are killing it.” I laugh humourlessly.

“Why do you say you suck at emotions? It always calms me down to talk to you and I think you can read my emotions pretty well.” He shrugs.

Well then I guess what I meant is that I suck at showing my own emotions. I feel like most people don’t know how I’m feeling half the time and if it was just with someone, I could blame them, but it’s such a general thing that it must be me. I shrug.

“I don’t know. I guess I compare myself with my mum and dad and I just wish it could come as natural to me as it does to them to tell people how I feel about them.”

Harry smirks and when I realize it, Marie’s house is on his back and we’re coming back inside for lunch. That was the longest walk ever.

“I won’t ask you how you feel about me.”

“Indie, I volunteered us for cooking lunch today.” Jason announces.

“Cool.”

“It’s pasta, the easiest!” He explains.

“I gotta-” I point at Jason and Harry just smiles and nods his head.

He goes find the rest while I go to the kitchen and Jason and I cook laughing and joking around and I save him the reminder of what he said last night about missing David. I think he doesn’t remember saying that but the less he thinks about it the better so I choose to let it go.

After lunch, I brush my teeth and make my way towards the spot on the couch I’ve been eyeing for the past twenty minutes. It’s right next to the fire and Marie’s couch is so comfortable… And I just want to take a nap so I can enjoy the little party we’re throwing tonight. Marie’s asleep crawled up in a ball on the other end of the couch so I carefully lie on her feet and get comfortable trying not to wake her.

I close my eyes and rest my head on the cushions. It feels like my body deflates. Poor Marie is probably on REM phase by now since she didn’t sleep last night and I wonder if Adam is asleep too. I feel the softness of a heavy blanket over me and when my eyes flutter opened, I realize the blanket has fallen over Marie as well and it covers both our bodies from her chin to mine. I see Olivia taking a seat on the armchair by the fireplace.

“Thank you.” I yawn.

“Don’t thank me, thank Harry.”

Frowning, I tilt my neck and see Harry’s back as he sits on a chair at the table where the rest of the guys. I think they’re playing poker. I have no problem because Harry doesn’t sleep but I’m guessing my friends’ boyfriends might be passed out at ten pm.

We’re sitting down on the beach on the dry sand near the shore. Harry’s sitting next to me and he’s got his arms wrapped around his knees that are close to his chest and he’s smiling as he tells me about his dad.

“He’s a musician.” He says. “Growing up I wanted to be one too but I don’t want to spend that much time away.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I want to have a normal job so I can spend time with my family.”

“Your family?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Yes.” He smiles.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Growing up I wanted to be an sculptor and then a dolphins’ trainer.”

He laughs.

“God, I wish you would have been a dolphins’ trainer.”

I laugh and look ahead towards the seashore. Harry gets his laptop out of his bag and starts typing next to me. I hear the clicking of his keyboard, but I also hear the click of wood on a fire so I look around me and find a bonfire and a coyote. He stares into my eyes and I tilt my neck. I know those eyes, I’ve seen them before but before I can stand up and get closer, he runs away. He seems afraid.

When I turn back around towards the sea, my heart stops and I see him standing in front of me.

“Hello, Indie.”

My words catch on my throat, my pulse accelerates and my belly aches. He looks just like last time I saw him and he’s wearing the same clothes, his blue hoodie and his blue jeans.

“Long time no see.” He continues with a big smile.

“You…”

“I never got to tell you, I thought the blue dress suited you better. Did you ever get to wear it?”

My eyes fill with tears.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He rests his hands on my knees but I just can’t do anything.

I can’t speak, I can’t move and I can’t control any of this. What is he doing here? He tilts his neck and the blue of his eyes darkens.

“Hey” he starts “who are you?”

“Hi, I’m Harry. I’m Blue’s husband.”

I get my mobility back because I turn my head until my eyes burn holes in the side of his face.

“No.” I say.

I hurt him but he just stays quiet.

“But I’m her boyfriend.” Dylan complains.

“You’re dead.”

“No.” I cry.

“What?” Dylan looks down at me before he frowns and brings a hand to his head. “I’m not.”

When he stands back on his feet, I look down at my knees and see he’s left his wet handprint. Looking up, I realize his clothes are now soaked and he’s dripping on the sand before me.

“Why are you wet?”

“Oh, I am?” He touches the side of his head again. “I must have fallen in the water. But, Indie, you’re bleeding.”

I look down from his pained face to my thighs and I see my belly is all covered in blood. I feel like the lump on my throat is becoming a river and then I open my mouth and on my hand I gather a fall of red blood.

“I’m gonna get a doctor.” Dylan says. “Stay here.”

I see his car keys on his left hand and I grab his leg, getting his wet jeans covered in blood.

“No! No! Don’t go, don’t drive, Dylan! Don’t drive!”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“That’s how you die. Don’t drive.”

“I’m sorry, that’s my car.”

And then he starts running and I stand up from the sand and I try to run after him but my legs aren’t working so I just yell. I yell for him not to get in the car but he still does and he gives me a smile before he drives away.

I see the car crushing against a deer and I see it rolling over itself until the trees stop it. I cry and I scream and my legs are still not working and then I realize I have something on my hand, long silver tongs covered in blood and when I look down my belly is still covered in blood but so are the inner side of my thighs.

“You killed him.” Harry cries in front of me. “Why would you kill our baby?”

“Indie!” A female voice calls me from afar. “Indie!”

“That’s him! You killed him!”

“Indie!”

It’s Olivia. When I wake up, I see Olivia shaking my shoulders and I realize my cheeks are wet.

“You were crying in your sleep.” She explains. “What was it?”

I look down at my belly. It’s not covered in blood but it hurts and my head hurts as well and I don’t know what the hell that was.

“Was it Dy?” Marie’s voice is a whisper.

I cover my face with my hands and cry but I nod for them.

“Shit.” Olivia hugs me close to her chest and motions whoever is behind the couch to let us be. “Cry, hon. Let it out.”

I don’t know how long I cry for but it didn’t feel for long at all. I still have an upsetting feeling on my belly and it literally hurts and so does my head. I am also a little dizzy but that might be due to the fucking diet.

“Where’s Harry?” My voice croaks before I have a sip of the tea Marie made for me.

“Shower.” Mario calls from behind me.

“Nobody says a word about this to him.” I point a finger at the three of them and they all nod.

We hear the door of my room opened and I finish up my tea before I ruffle my own hair and look down at the floor, hoping Harry won’t notice.

“I’m going to have a shower.” I announce.

“Okay.” Ollie grabs my empty cup and I walk past Harry.

“What happened?” I hear his voice fading in the distance as I get inside the room.

“Oh, nothing.” Ollie covers up. “The nap didn’t sit too well on her.”

I shut the door of our room and then lock the bathroom door just in case. I have calmed down a lot but I just have to think about the way Dylan looked on my dream to start crying. How is it possible that after three years my subconscious can remember him so well?

Not even when I try to picture him consciously I get him so right and then I think we might not recognize people on dreams because of their faces but because of the way we feel when we see them. I think I know it was Dylan not because he looked like him but because I just knew. I could feel it.

I shut my eyes. Dylan is not here, Dylan is not here… Yet Dylan is always here.

There’s blood on my underwear. That explains the bellyache and the headache and, despite how terrible the dream was, it amazes me how I dreamt about it even before I knew I was on my period.

I let the water take away the remaining of the rushing thoughts dreaming about Dylan always leaves me with. I know this is all me. I’m the only one who’s inside my mind but sometimes, times like this, I feel like not even me is there.

I take an ibuprofen with water from the bathroom tap and put on my menstrual cup. And then I put on my underwear and let the bathroom door opened as I do my make up. I brush my hair first and I let it dry on my back while I put my make up on.

I’m pale and horrible and I know that’s the lack of estrogen speaking but that doesn’t mean I can make it shut up. When I give up, for I’m not happy with the result, I walk inside the room and jump when I see Harry sitting on the bed.

“Jesus!” I bring my hand to my chest. “How long have you been in there?”

“Not long.” He shrugs. “How are you feeling? Olivia told me you had a bellyache?”

“I’m on my period.” I tell him.

“Oh, do you get bad cramps?”

“Ibuprofen works just fine.”

“Good. Did you have anything to eat?”

There he goes again. This guy can’t seem to understand a diet.

“You’re a fourth year Med student, you should know ibuprofen can hurt the gastric mucosa on an empty stomach.”

“You’re a doctor, you should know women on their period don’t want to listen to any mansplaining.”

He chuckles.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna get you a banana.”

I challenge him but smile when he can’t see me. I love his caring nature, like how he put the blanket on Marie and me before or how he got me off my jeans and into my PJs last night.

When he’s back with my banana, I already have my dress on. I take the banana from him and nibble on it as I feel his eyes roaming my body up and down. It’s a simple baby pink woollen dress but it’s tight and short and I knew he would like it.

“You look bloody amazing.” He smirks.

I click my tongue and swat his arm playfully, but he just laughs.

“The worse thing is I won’t be able to finger you tonight…”

“You were not able anyway because everyone heard us-”

“I meant because there’s no latch and your friends might caught me red-handed.”

I push him away and tell him he’s not funny but he’s laughing his ass off and dealing with his stupid jokes is worth it if I get to hear his laughter.

“Wait” I look at the door “there’s no latch?”

I blush while his hands find the lower part of my belly where my underwear begins and he presses my back to his chest and kisses the side of my neck. You mean we had sex this morning when they could just burst in… I sigh when his tongue touches my neck.

“What are you doing?”

“You smell so good” He praises “and look so sexy in this dress, baby…”

“You behave yourself.”

I grab his hands and put them away from me and he gives me innocent puppy eyes. I shake my head before I escape him.

I feel terrible. I can’t even look him in the eyes without remembering the fucking dream and it’s like I’m waiting for Dylan to arrive any minute. But he won’t.

So I ignore him for most of the night. It’s a good thing we’re seven people because I think he doesn’t notice it much. I’m here and about with the Golden Girls getting drunk off my ass so that I forget about the dream and about Dylan and about Harry and I forget as well that I’m a fucking hypocrite who’s falling in love with someone else.

I am making two more drinks, one for Ollie and one for me, when he finds us in the kitchen. Ollie is nibbling on a piece of brownie as she fantasizes about having family reunions with Mario, Coco and Guido.

His hands grab my waist and he gives Olivia a smile.

“I’m gonna steal my girlfriend away for a bit.”

“Aw, you called her your girlfriend!” Olivia embarrasses me with a puppy look and I roll my eyes.

“Because she is, I know it doesn’t look like it; but she is.”

Olivia takes his comment as her cue to leave and I turn around to face him.

“What was that?”

“What the hell is going on?” He whispers.

“Nothing.” I lie. “I’m just having fun with my friends. Just because we’re together now doesn’t mean we have to be together all the time, you said it yourself.”

“Well, I didn’t mean like this but anyway I made you this bite.”

He guides me to the kitchen island where all the bottles of alcohol and the soft drinks and the crisps and nuts and lollies Jason and Ollie bought are but I see there’s a plate with a sandwich and some fruit on the table.

“Thank you but I’m not hungry.”

“You barely had anything for dinner and you’re drinking quite a lot.”

“So?”

“So you should eat.”

“You’ve been like this all day.” I call him out. “I’m not like anorexic or anything, just let it be.”

“I’m not saying you’re anorexic, Blue. But I’m not an idiot and I’ve noticed you’ve been eating very little.”

“I’m on my period. I get swollen and I get bellyaches, that’s normal shit.”

“Let’s not talk about that now.” He whispers.

“Why not? Are you high again?”

He frowns and the green of his eyes looks like a glass bottle just broke. My jaw clenches and my nostrils flare. If he didn’t have enough with him scolding me for losing whatever child I was carrying, not he’s scolding me in real life too.

“Don’t get it wrong, Harry. I’m not the sick one here.”

“Do you think I’m sick?” I can hear the pain vibrating in his voice but I go on.

“Aren’t you an addict?”

“I told you I am not and I haven’t smoked ever since.”

“Well why should I believe you? All junkies lie.”

“So you think I’m a junkie now?”

“That’s just another word for addict.” I shrug.

He steps a foot away from me and I can see how bad my words have affected him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and his green eyes look into mine while redness and water fill the white on them.

“I might be an addict, Blue” He whispers “but not to weed.”

With that he walks away and I watch him putting on his coat that was hanging from the coat rack next to the door before he gets out of the house.

What did I just say?

I make my way to the couch and take a seat on the free one before I crawl into a fetal position. Marie and Adam are cuddling on the other couch, Jason has come to check on me but I have dismissed him telling him it’s just period cramps and Ollie and Mario are pouring themselves another drink while Jason dances around them.

I am a terrible person and Harry needs to leave before I hurt him worse. I don’t know why he’s still even here but I think he does. He knows I’m bad too. I replay his last sentence on my mind “I might be addicted, Blue, but not to weed” and I’m not sure what he meant by that but what hurts is that I know it was nothing good by the tone of it.

An addiction is not a good thing, it is not something that brings joy, it’s not healthy, it’s not even a choice. It’s consuming and it’s something that embarrass the addict, it’s a constant fight, it’s destructive, it’s unwanted. It’s toxic and I wonder if that is what I am to him. Someone toxic, someone that hurts him but that he can’t get away from. It hurts me to think I could ever make him feel like that.

And what hurts the most is to realize just now that he’s the best thing that could have happened to me. I even dreamt about it today and Dylan’s presence was so thick that I didn’t pay attention to the other details but he was my husband in the dream and we were expecting a child together. Is that what I want? Deep down, in that part of the unconscious where my reason doesn’t reach? Is that what I want when I let my guard down?

But where does that leave Dylan? Where’s Dylan place? I don’t want to forget about him. I don’t want to forget the way I loved him and I would rather die than stop loving him. He’s still alive in my heart and in my mind but if someone else takes that place then where does he go? What is him then?

I don’t know how long it’s been since Harry left and I have no clue where he can be. It’s freaking cold outside and I doubt he’s just sitting in the porch because I think Mario would have said something when he went outside for a smoke. I want to call him but I decide against it. If he left a cabin in a village he doesn’t even know in the middle of the night was to get away from me and I can only guess the last thing he wants right now is to hear from me.

I remember when he told me there wasn’t enough Indie on my heart. Even then he knew and he decided to stay anyway but I kept pushing and now if he leaves me for real, well that’s what I deserve. I wonder if I even have a heart anymore but I guess I must have at least some part of it still for otherwise I wouldn’t be feeling this pain.

I don’t really remember when was the last time I felt like this. Ever since Dylan died, I think I used up all my pain on his grief and I run out of pain and I felt nothing for the longest time. Just numbness and a very sick of relativising for anything was as painful as losing Dylan and hence nothing really mattered anymore.

But this matters and this hurts. It hurts on my sternum and it hurts on the pit of my belly and it hurts on my throat and in the back of my head and it hurts to think that I might never have his warm arms around me or that he might never told me something only I know.

“Look what I got for you” Ollie smirks as she places a glass of gin and tonic on the coffee table before me.

“Thank you but if I drink any more, I might throw up.”

“Oh, no, then” she has a sip of it herself “you need to stay fresh for your tiger.”

I almost cry. They all know he left but he did it so calmly they might think he’s on the phone or something. If they knew what really happened and what I have told him, I know Ollie would throw me in the freezing sea and I would deserve it.

“Was I really that loud?” I pout.

“You both were loud.” She frowns amused. “Actually, I was a little jealous.”

“I was the one who was jealous.” Jason’s head sticks out from behind the couch and we both narrow our eyes at him. “David Dick had a fifty inches drill and still didn’t make me moan like that.”

Ollie and I chuckle but he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, size’s not enough. You gotta know how to use it.” Olivia whispers.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not even about the penis. Sex is a lot more than just penetration.”

“Damn right. There’s a lot more to the penis, like Viagra.”

“Ollie, they’re going to hear you!” I sit up from my ball position.

And Ollie raise her arms in the air as if that would show how little she cares about being heard. She seems to be ready to bed.

“Well, let them. If she doesn’t want to give us details, maybe he will.”

“Not a chance.” I tell her. “He’s just like her. He doesn’t even look like the kind of guy who tells his friends about his sex adventures the morning after.”

“Yeah, right.” She disagrees. “You just need to be a guy for that, dear.”

“So you don’t care that Mario tells his friends how you’re in bed.” I challenge her.

She lets her weight fall on the cushion beside me and rests her head on my shoulder.

“If he thinks I’m good, no.”

This friend of mine does not give a shit about anything but I love that her answer didn’t change after what happened with Jack. It gives me the confirmation that I needed, she does not care about what other people think it happened at that engagement party and she does not even care about what other people think of her past relationship with Jack. She just cared about what Jack thought about her and that’s what hurt her and the reason she wants to leave for Paris is not so she can run away from an environment she doesn’t like but so she can run away from falling in love with Mario and risking everything again.

When I’m about to bring Paris up, I hear the door opening and closing. Who left now? But I see Harry walking inside and his green eyes scan the room but doesn’t give any of the people here much of his time. He gives me the same time he gives everybody else and I feel my heart breaking harder.

“I’m going to bed.”

The music is so loud I can barely hear him but I manage to read his lips so I tell my friends I’m going to bed too and Olivia’s head that rested on my shoulder falls on the cushion and she giggles. I see Mario approaching her and whispering things on her ears as I leave the room. I think Jason’s passed out on the back of the couch.

I run the distance that separates me from Harry and when I reach him, anxious and regretful, he just gives me a look and doesn’t say anything. His hand reaches for the doorknob and he waits for me to enter the room before he closes the door. Even that small gesture gives me some hope.

He turns on the lamp on the bedside table, so the light is dim and warm, before he takes off his coat and leaves it on the chair of the desk and I can’t take my eyes off him. Either it softly rained, or it was so cold and humid outside that some humidity gathered on his brunette locks in the form of droplets and I want to run my fingers through his locks and make sure he’s not too cold.

“What are you looking at?” He’s dry but I deserve it.

“You’re beautiful.”

“A beautiful junkie?”

I hate his curtness. Is this how he feels when he tells me I’m cold or blunt? He’s never like this and as much as I deserve it, I also want to cry. I fucked it up so bad that I lost my caring, affectionate Harry and got this one. I sit down on the bed and look down so he can’t see my pathetic sad face.

“I don’t think you’re a junkie.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“Because I was mad.”

“One of the first things I told you when we met is I don’t lie and it’s true I didn’t tell you I was driving the night of the accident but you never asked either. I never told you a lie, I just never told you the truth but tonight I told you and if I say it, then it’s true. I haven’t smoked anything since my sister’s birthday and I’m not addicted to weed, I’ve never been. If you believe, fine; but if you don’t, that’s fine too. There’s nothing I can do about what you believe or not.”

“I believe you.”

He huffs.

“Just stop lying. I don’t lie because I hate lies so just-”

“I’m not lying.”

I dare to look up at him so he can see the sincerity in my eyes. He holds my gaze for the longest minute before he sighs.

“Tell me what you think about me.” He asks. “And tell me the truth.”

I hold his vulnerable stare and I think it’s precisely the vulnerability in his eyes that make me lick my lips before I tell him. I should be the one feeling vulnerable considering I’m about to think out loud about him with him and yet he looks as if he was afraid of what he was going to find. I’ll admit the gin is also taking away some of the inhibitions and the fear of losing him and the fear of hurting someone so wonderful is what makes me speak.

“I think you’re a very intelligent man. Brilliant, to be exact.” I start. “You’re incredible at what you do. I’ve seen you working and you do it in a way that seems even easy when there’s nothing easy about taking decisions that could either save somebody’s life or kill them and you also do it so respectfully and humanly and you never forget that you’re treating with people that go for you looking for hope and comfort and you give them just that, much like you give that to me.” My voice croaks but I clear my throat.

Now that I’ve started I can’t stop and I want to tell him everything I’ve ever thought about him and haven’t said.

“And I admire you. I admire you for that and for your strength because when I look at you what I see is a kind, strong, caring man that has had such bad luck and such a terrible thing happened and still here you are, giving yourself to others every single day. I also think it shows that you were raised among women because you’re protective in nature, kind, tender, well-mannered, disgustingly charming, caring, careful and gentle and I feel… Safe around you. I feel protected and I never thought I would say that because I’ve always wanted to be strong and independent and I don’t wanna need a man but it’s true. You make me feel safe.”

My vision gets blurry and my lips tremble almost as much as my voice.

“I think you’re very impulsive too and spontaneous. You surprise me all the time and I love how your mind works like the things you randomly say that makes me realize how creative and observant and actually smart you are. You make me laugh even when you don’t try to. Actually, especially when you don’t try to because your jokes are terrible but I like them anyway, like even the ones about my period. I told you you weren’t funny but I thought you were.”

He seems to like stand-up monologues because he isn’t saying anything and it doesn’t look like he’s going to.

“You are very confident and you have very clear what you want and what you don’t and sometimes that can turn into stubbornness or arrogance but how can I blame you? If I had your looks, I might be arrogant as well.” I shrug. “I think there’s no need for me to tell you what I think about your… appearance, your face and your body, you… look like… some God or something I made up in my sleep but you already know that, you’ve got mirrors.”

Nervous about his silence, I look up from my fidgeting hands to his face and find him looking at me completely stunned, with green wild eyes wide opened and pink lips parted. I start to feel the weight of the words I just spoke and the tears I was holding finally roll down my cheeks and I decide I’ll be fully honest with him.

“And that scares me” I sob and he finally reacts.

His strong arms wrap around me and pull me against his warm chest and I hide my face against the woollen of his sweater. His hand caresses my back.

“Baby, I promise you”

Large hands cup my face and make me look into his green eyes. His thumbs wipe my tears away and his eyes burn mine.

“That I won’t ever smoke or do anything to hurt you, okay? Trust me, Blue, I am not gonna hurt you.”

I search for the trap in his eyes but all I find is relief and sincerity and… Want, desperate want. He wants me just as much as I want him and I don’t get it because I can’t understand why someone like him would want my company but he does and I want his, I want him, all of him, even the dark parts.

His fingers caress my face and I know he’s trying to get rid of my makeup stains until he gives up and kneels down to take my heels off. I let him because not seeing him might make this easier.

“Harry…”

“Tell me.”

“I also hate it when you tell me I have to eat.”

“Yeah, I saw that tonight…”

He stands tall and his hand grab the hem of my dress so he can pull it over my head.

“I know my body and I’m not like the other girls you might have gone out with before. God knows I’m not like Marie or Ollie, I need to watch what I eat and still I’ll never be as slender as them. I mean… that’s just how my body is and that is okay, I have come to terms with that but-”

During my speech, he has been undressing me and I haven’t even noticed but now I’m standing on just my underwear in front of him. Me and my period and my inflated belly and all the liquids retained and the soft baby hair on my arms and the marks of acne from my teenage years on my shoulders. But his eyes roam my body up and down and the corner of his lips curl and all I can see in him is lust and adoration.

“Blue, you are gorgeous.” He takes his time on the last word and I swallow. “I swear I have never been more turned on by anyone. You could turn me on just by looking at me and I’m not joking and your body is a fucking dream, baby, you drive me crazy. I mean… Look” Grabbing my hand, he places it on his chest where his heart is and I can feel his tachycardic pulse. “How many times have I seen you naked? And still this is what you do.”

I finally smile and he snores a timid chuckle.

“But anyway, we’re talking about pure physical here, right? Because we’re talking about you thinking you have to fit into somebody else’s idea of beautiful… Do you know what really turns me on? It’s the way you sound, your voice and your tone and the way you touch me and when you smile in the middle of sex, that’s just…” He tilts his neck and makes me giggle. “And anyway that doesn’t even matter, baby, I mean your body, that’s just the container, the presentation, if you will; and even though that was obviously what caught my eye the first time I met you, I think we’re past that.” He narrows his eyes and it felt like a question, like wouldn’t you agree?

His hands caress the lower of my back and my belly and my ass and I don’t mind them. I like it, I like it when he touches me like this.

“And I know you know your body and I would respect you going on a diet in order to lose weight if you needed to but you don’t, baby, and that’s what worried me, that you thought you did.”

“Is this doctor Harry speaking or my Harry?”

“I didn’t realize they were different.” He raises his eyebrows and I chuckle. “But I did turn a little doctor Harry on you there. But like you say, this is not me controlling, this is me caring.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiles. “Now you really want to wash your face because you look like an adorable raccoon.”

“What?”

I push him away and rush to the bathroom as he laughs and when I get there I was my face immediately.

“I can’t believe you were having that conversation with me when I looked like a panda bear.”

He’s now brushing his teeth on the sink next to mine but a stupid grin is on his face as I get my hair on a bun to do the same. We stare at each other on the mirror with mouths full of white toothpaste, me on my underwear and him on his sweatpants and shirtless.

When I’m done, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around until my chest collides with his and then he leans down and presses his lips against mine. His mouth tastes fresh and minty and his tongue is playful but calmed. I love these kisses. He hums in my mouth and I smile because I think we were thinking the same.

He picks me up and takes me to the bed but before I can tell him we can’t have sex because I do not feel like taking the cup off, he takes my PJs and put them on me like I guess he did last night and he leans down and presses soft pecks to my lips before he turns around and turns off the light. His arms pull me to him as he spoons me.

“I love it when you take care of me.”

I hear him smile.

“I love taking care of you.”

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smile like sunshine ii

Sunday: ~6.4k words,

summary: The first day at the beach was always overwhelming: the first sight of the ocean after driving, the first taste of salt in the air, the breeze in your hair, the first feeling of warm sand beneath your toes. And with Mat here? Oh boy, there are all new sensations you’re feeling. But, work always has to come before play, right?

an: Alright this is the first real chapter at the beach! Literally everything in here- every store, activity they do etc- is based on the beach trip my family and I take every year, but I won’t go into detail about location so you can imagine it’s anywhere you’d like :) The chapters after this might take a little longer, because I already had half of this written when I uploaded part 1. But I hope it’ll be worth the wait!

It’s the summer of ‘19, eleven years after you first met Mat, and things are bound to be a little different this time around.

The first night in a real bed after a long road trip always felt great- finally being able to just stretch and sleep for as long as you wanted after hours and hours of travel, getting well rested and ready to hit the beach and jump in the waves. You still had a few hours in the morning before you were able to check in to your rental home on the oceanfront, so- like every year- you were sleeping in to get as well-rested as possible.

Mat, on the other hand, wasn’t accustomed to your family traditions of vacation and was used to waking up early, so he came to his senses long before you. The first thing he noticed that morning, before even opening his eyes, was how cold the room was. When you dragged him in here last night, even though it was dark it had still been sweltering outside in the beachy summer air, so you must have cranked the AC on high before crawling under the covers with him. But, strangely enough, despite the room being chilly he was still warm under the thin motel bedsheets. This led him to his second, and most striking observation.

As he slowly phased into consciousness, he noticed the cozy mess of bare limbs tangled with his under the sheets, and the consistent hot sighs of air against his throat. He could feel an arm wrapped tight around his bare waist- his shirt must have gotten pushed up overnight- and a small, gentle hand resting on his chest. His own arms were around your frame, one hand resting ever so scandalously on your thigh. Your bare legs tangled with his, and couldn’t help but notice how warm and soft you felt against him. And, God, you smelled so pretty- was that weird? He peeled open his eyes to find you looking peaceful and comfortable, pulled flush against his body, tucked into his side with your face smooshed between his neck and shoulder. Fuck, this was 100% inappropriate, he knew. You’re his friend, and this just isn’t how friends behave.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you. Not yet.

You weren’t awake yet, and he didn’t have the heart to wake you up when you looked so comfortable, so he lay for another hour or so, just looking at you and thinking. Was this creepy? This is definitely creepy, but he didn’t care. Here he was, eleven years later, with the first girl outside his family he ever cared for. The girl he knew for one month, missed for ten years, the girl who found him and shocked him and stole his heart eight months ago and had continued to surprise him every day since then. You had him so, so wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even realize it yet. Ah, but friendship. Friendship meant he shouldn’t kiss you, shouldn’t tell you and the world how much you meant to him, shouldn’t have his hand this far up your thigh, shouldn’t be tangled into your body like this. Shouldn’t love you. Mat didn’t realize how red his face was getting or how quickly his heart started beating until his eyes fell back to watching you, snoozing comfortably on his chest. Hell, you could probably feel his heartbeat.

He untangled himself from you and rolled to the other side of the bed, taking a breath to try and steady his heart and cool the fire inside him. Wow, the effect you had on him was crazy. This week was going to be crazy.

A knock at the door had him jerking up in bed, afraid of your family finding him anywhere close to you, staring at you with such adoration. “Up and at ‘em, kiddos!” He rolled out of bed at the sound of your father’s voice. “We got a beach to hit!”

He opened the door without even getting the chance to wash his face or fix his hair, still wearing the same wrinkled tee shirt, shorts and socks that he’s had on for 24 hours now, and greeted your dad, pushing out as much of a smile as he could.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Mathew. Great, I needed to talk to you.” He froze where he was in the doorway, and looked back to where you were still asleep in bed, hoping that maybe you’ve woken up by now and would come over to save him from whatever was about to happen.

“Talk?”

“Yeah. C’mon, I’m not that scary.” Oh, you’re not that scary? Yeah right. But Mat complied, closing the door to your room and standing out front with your father, wanting to stay on his good side for at least this week. The sun was already bright, it was already getting hot and humid out, and though he couldn’t see the ocean yet, he could definitely smell the seawater in the air. He couldn’t wait to get out in the water with you. “(Y/N) brought you along on this trip with us, so you must be somebody she cares about. What’s your relationship to my daughter?”

“We’re just friends.” He spoke almost too quickly, wanting to convince your dad, and maybe even himself, that there was nothing going on between the two of you. “We actually met here on vacation eleven years ago-”

“Ah, ah, I remember, kid.” He waved his hands to stop Mat in his story. “But it’s hard for me to believe there’s nothing more going on between the two of you. You might have been in the back seat, but I saw the way you stared at her while she was asleep on the way here.” Mat’s heart stopped. Oh God, oh God, oh God your dad saw him staring at you. You had fallen asleep long before he did, so for almost an hour he had watched you sleep soundly with your head on his shoulder. He didn’t think anyone could see, but he was also so immersed with your beauty that he must have missed your dad’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. “I don’t know about you, but that’s not how I look at my friends.”

“Um…” He was at a loss for words, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. He wasn’t sure if he should try to find an explanation or just tell the truth, but your dad’s intense gaze wore through him. There was no way he could spin this to make it seem believably platonic. “Shit… “ He mumbled under his breath, looking down at his socks and knowing he couldn’t lie to this guy. “Okay, I might like her a little more than platonically, maybe. But I wasn’t planning to say anything to her yet.”

“Don’t.”

“Wha-?”

“I don’t know enough about you yet, but if my daughter likes you enough to bring you along- and I know she doesn’t trust people easily- I’m sure I should trust you too. You seem like an okay guy. So far.” Mat felt a smile light up his face, it wasn’t much of a compliment, but it still meant a lot to him.

“Oh, wow, thanks.”

“But know that I’ve still gotta be a dad here. And if you say anything to her that disrupts her happiness, it’ll make things awkward and ruin the whole trip. So, nothing sneaky is gonna happen under my roof, especially not this week. Nothing. I’ll be watching you, Mathew. Making sure you don’t try anything. Making sure you don’t hurt her.”

Mat was quick to shake his head. “Of course not.”

“I don’t care how much of an All Star you are, if you do anything, and I mean anything, to hurt her…!” Mat hadn’t realized how far he’d been leaning back against the door until it opened behind him and had him stumbling to get his footing.

“Dad, why are you interrogating my friend?” He looked back to you, standing there in your own wrinkled tee shirt and those soft pajama shorts, the ones his hand had been ever so slightly underneath earlier, your hair a tangled mess but still beautiful. Your soft hands found his arm, ready to pull him inside and away from the questioning. A little too late to save me, (Y/N), he thought, amused.

“Well, you can’t just bring a random boy along without me questioning him. He could be a murderer.”

“Yep, he’s definitely a murderer.”

“We’ll see.” Mat felt a hand clap his back and forced out a smile. Your dad didn’t like him? To be honest, he wasn’t too familiar with people completely disliking him off the bat. Oh well, he was just being a generic protective dad, and no one could blame him for wanting to look out for you. Mat knew he had nothing to worry about- he definitely wasn’t going to hurt you this week, or ever, so your dad’s threat- his promise- meant nothing to him. “All right kids, get ready. We’re heading to the house soon. And wear your swimsuits so we don’t have to change when we get there.”

You pulled Mat back inside by the arm, closing the door behind you and not missing the final look he sent to Mat. “Sorry about that.”

“No big deal, just… obligatory dad talk I guess. Threatening any guy that gets close to his daughter and stuff.”

“Well, if it makes it any better, I meant to get up earlier to keep you safe from him.”

“I appreciate the effort, but you were a bit too late.” He smiled down at you and you became increasingly aware of how close you were standing. But you couldn’t look away, his hair looked so soft, having probably just woken up a few minutes before you, and his lips had the slightest pout to them that you didn’t realize earlier. His eyes- oh, his eyes- were a soft, beautiful golden brown color you loved so much.

“I swear, your eyes used to be a lot more green.”

Mat’s eyebrows quirked up with a smile, intrigued. “You remember my eye color after eleven years?”

It was meant to be teasing, you knew that, but it was true, and it felt like such an intimate thing. You had just been gazing into his eyes for much, much longer than was appropriate for friends! Maybe it was dumb, considering he was a friend, but you still thought back to his “dazzling green eyes” and the way they sparkled so much in the sunlight, and you hadn’t really seen them that green for any of the last eight months of your friendship.

“Um...” You took your hand off of his arm, shaking away your thoughts and pointing to the bathroom, clothes in your hand. “I’m gonna go change.”

The next few minutes were full of small, sneaky glimpses back and forth. Mat had never been this interested in getting ready in the morning, but watching you brush your hair and brush your teeth was just so immersing to him. You kept catching yourself glancing over to Mat, and couldn’t bring yourself to look away. He was so pretty in the morning, his eyes were so sleepy and his hair was so soft and fluffy, and it took everything in you not to reach up and run your hands through it. You’d never seen him this early in the morning, and if you were being honest, you were sad you didn’t get to wake up before him and just lay and watch that sleepy face that you loved so much. You couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as Mat stripped out of his shirt before disappearing into the bathroom to change into some swim trunks. Wow. He certainly didn’t have those abs eleven year ago.

You watched Mat when he opened the bathroom door and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly in the mirror. “C’mon, Mat! You don’t need to do your hair, It’s just gonna get messed up in the water anyway.” You heard him laugh, used to your teasing.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He pulled you into his side. “Let’s go, princess.”

Some say eleven is a lucky number- when you see 11:11 on a clock, you want to make a wish, even if you don’t believe in wishes, don’t you? So maybe it had something to do with magic, maybe the stars had finally aligned, or maybe you had just both ended up in the right place at the right time, but you never thought you would be here again with Mat, especially not after eleven years.

And there it was. The first sight of the ocean was always so refreshing. After a whole 24 hours of travel and waiting and being as patient as possible, the first glimpse of the ocean, the first taste of salt in the air, the first feeling of sand beneath your feet was your big reward. And being here with Mat… it was a whole new feeling, even more intense. Here you were, standing in the sand next to Mat with nothing but ocean in front of you and shoreline as far as you could see on your left and right.

You hadn’t seen Mat shirtless much during your friendship, maybe briefly, but now it was clear- he had certainly grown, shirtless and looking absolutely stunning with the sunlight shining off of his chest and abs, rubbing what looked like the bare minimum of sunscreen on his shoulders. Woah, woah, you really shouldn’t be staring- but really, he’s gonna get sunburnt, that’s all you were worried about! He caught your eye with his gleaming sunshine smile and nudged you, his hand clapping your bare back softly and falling to your waist to pull you into him and bump hips in a teasing way he would do often, only now it felt a lot different, considering you were both almost naked. But, if he cared, that twinkle in his eye didn’t give anything away. “Race you to the water.”

He beat you there, of course, running into the oncoming waves with no hesitation, but you had the satisfaction of watching him half trip and half get knocked over into the water with a yelp, and watching him come back up all wet with dripping hair and a bright smile, laughing at himself. You stood in your spot on the wet sand and watched, feeling as if time was going in slow motion with some cheesy 80s love song playing in the background as he threw back his head and lifted a hand to get his hair out of his face.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Honestly, you could have sat and watched him for hours- he looked so irresistible with drops of water rolling down his perfectly sculpted chest and abs and his hair dark and slicked back- but having the option to be closer to him was something you definitely weren’t going to pass on. Maybe it took you too long to respond, though, because before you could even nod and come in after him, he was scooping you up in his arms with ease, startling you and laughing at your reaction. And as much as you didn’t mind being this close to him, feeling the warmth of his body through the coolness of the water, you knew where this was headed. “Mat, let me down! Don’t you dare!” But he was a menace, and he lived to annoy you, so he rushed out with you in his arms and dropped you in the water- which felt especially cold on your skin after you had stood in the sunlight for so long. You sputtered and wiped the water out of your face, thankful he was generous enough to not drop you right where waves crashed down. “Mat!”

In the midst of bending over in laughter, he managed out a quick- “You took too long!”

You wanted to be mad at how much he was laughing at your annoyance, you really did, but how could you when he was all wet and shiny in the sunlight and those swim trunks were so low on his hips and wow those abs and that V going down-

You splashed some water back at him, laughing along with his contagious little giggles as you stood and tried to recompose yourself in front of him- adjusting your swimsuit and what not.

Mat couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stood in the water in front of him. You didn’t know how good you looked in that swimsuit, though he’d never tell you that. Friends shouldn’t just tell each other they look hot, right? No, that’s weird, of course not. Especially not on the first day of six more at the beach. He didn’t want to make it awkward. But you did look breathtaking. And the way you smiled at him while wringing out your hair was making him hot in the face.

“I can’t believe you’re still a ten-year-old, Mat.”

“Umm, excuse you” He scoffed and put on a mock offended voice. “I was actually eleven, for your information.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that makes much of a difference.”

“You should be glad I couldn’t lift you back then. I probably would’ve ended up drowning you.” He caught the look on your face and smiled. “Accidentally, of course.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” You laughed a bit, but were quickly thrown off balance by a particularly strong wave crashing into you from behind and pushing you into a rock hard body.

“Woah, there, I don’t actually want you to drown.” This was Mat. Mat’s chest you’d fallen into, Mat’s arms that had caught you, Mat’s hard abs you were bracing yourself against, and Mat’s hair that dripped water down against your neck. The world seemed to freeze around you as you gazed up at him, not even realizing yet that you were practically feeling him up. And there, in the sunlight, his eyes had changed from honey-colored to the same gleaming, dazzling green you’d first seen eleven years ago today.

“There it is!”

“What?”

“The green! Your eyes are super green in the sun!”

Mat was quick to laugh. “Okay, you’re really hung up on my eye color, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You reached a hand up to brush a wet strand of hair away from his eyes and back behind his ear, not even thinking about how intimate it was. “You have really pretty hazel eyes, Mat.” His mouth softened into a smaller, gentler smile, but before he could even respond, though, your younger siblings were barging into the water, pushing between the two of you.

“Move it, lovebirds.”

“Remember to keep room for Jesus!”

“Jesus Christ, shut up, guys!” You backed away from Mat, not wanting to give off the wrong impression. “He’s my friend.”

“Yeah, whatever. Hey, mom wants you to run to the store to get some food for the week.”

“Now? We just got here!” You looked over at Mat, who was busying himself with splashing in the waves, trying to steer clear of your family for the most part. He didn’t need to, but you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Actually, her exact words were ‘she might as well do something for me’.”

You sucked in a breath and tried to ignore how deep her words cut. And so family week begins, huh? Of course there’s gonna be some shade thrown. According to your mom, you’d practically abandoned her after moving to New York at such a young age. You could see where she was coming from, sure, but it was a little overdramatic. “We’ll go later, when it’s too hot.”

“Yeah.” Your sister shrugged and tossed you a pair of goggles. “We’re gonna look for cool shells or fish or crabs or something. Mat wanna help?”

“Help with what?” Mat perked up, having heard his name. You smiled at the thought of inviting Mat into your family traditions, and your siblings getting along so well with him. Your sister tossed a pair of goggles over to him.

“Oh yeah, he’s totally helping.”

A few hours passed by quickly, too quickly for your liking, and, though Mat got bored pretty quickly of looking for shells, he and your brother had apparently bonded when it came to annoying you and your sister- tossing chunks of wet sand and seaweed at you and grabbing your leg while underwater just to scare you. Ah, boys. It’d be infuriating if you weren’t so hopelessly in love with Mat.

And now, your parents had sent the two of you out on a trip to get enough food for one week. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but you had just gotten here and wanted to spend as much time as possible in the water. You could deal with this arrangement, though, considering it was the hottest time of day and you’d probably be burning if you were out there. Also, this just meant more alone time with Mat but, as much as you loved the domesticity of it, Mat really, really didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

“I can’t believe they sent us to do this.” Mat whined beside you, slouched over on his crossed arms and pushing the cart halfheartedly.

“Well, I’d love to be on the beach too, but we will have to eat sometime this week.”

“I guess.” He followed behind you silently for a few minutes, still mopey as you picked certain things from a list off of the shelves. Just as you thought you were finished and could go check out, he perked up at something. “Oh! I forgot to give you this.” He pulled something small out of his pocket and opened his fist to reveal a tiny, spiral seashell.

“Wow, that’s cute!" You took it from him, trying to ignore the sparks that ignited in you when your hands touched ever so softly. “And it already has a little hole in it! I could put it on a necklace! Thanks, Mat.”

“No problem,” his face was warm and smiley, always happy to make you happy. “I just found it in the water earlier and thought you’d like it. You like pretty things.”

“I do like pretty things.” You caught yourself before letting your gaze fall over him, but God, it was true. He was pretty. You thought for a moment, looking at the cart of food before an idea popped up in your head. “You know what? Even if my parents forced us to go shopping, we’re gonna have some fun for ourselves.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed a bit, always a welcome sound. “And how do you suggest we have fun in a store?”

“Well, first, I’m gonna find something to make this into a necklace. Then, there’s a souvenir shop across the street from here...” You trailed off and sent him a questioning look. “I’d really like to see you in some of the Hawaiian shirts they always have over there.” He smiled and shook his head at you, and you knew he was coming with.

“Only if you get one too.”

So, one thing you learned on your first day at the beach was that Mat Barzal hated the “adultness” of grocery shopping, but loved shopping when it was for fun. You loved the intrigued look on his face when you pulled him along into the store, with all its brightly colored merchandise and knickknacks for beachgoers and vacationers. You loved the way his eyes lit up as he watched the hermit crabs and their pretty hand painted shells with amazement and begged you to get one. And, most importantly, you loved the disgusted look on his face when you held up a busy, floral printed shirt and suggested he try it on. “No way.”

“Come on, you’d look good in it!” He’d look good in anything, honestly, but you couldn’t just tell him that. Friends, friends, friends. He shook his head and held up a less dramatic shirt.

“What about this?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you were one to play it safe, Mat.”

“I’m not playing it safe! That thing is…” He stopped and rolled his eyes, seeing your attempt at puppy dog eyes. Yeah, you could get literally anything you want out of him already, and those big, innocent eyes just had him melting on the spot. Like he realized this morning, you have him so wrapped around his finger. He wanted to be serious, but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the situation. “Do you really want me to buy it?”

“I won’t make you wear it ever again after this week, I swear! I’ll never bring it up again.”

“Fine.” He grimaced again at the pattern but couldn’t help the smile that played at his lips as he grabbed it from you. He would really do anything for you. He could imagine Tito laughing at him in his head, claiming he was just so whipped. Yeah, he decided, he definitely was. “But I get to pick something for you then.”

“Bring your worst, Barzy.”

At first, you had expected him to pick something embarrassing, or silly, or plain stupid looking, but this was Mat Barzal, you had to expect the unexpected. So when he came up to you with a big smile and his hands hidden behind his back, you didn’t know what he could have back there, but that smile meant it must have been something crazy. “You can’t back out after I show you.” It worried you a little that you couldn’t back out, but you were just as stubborn as him and you needed to see him in that Hawaiian shirt.

“Deal.”

“Alright.” He presented you with what he picked out with a little “Ta-da!” and smiled when your eyes widened at his selection. In his hands was nothing embarrassing, nothing strange like you expected him to get for you. It was a simple, beachy romper with a bow as a belt tied around the waist. It was actually pretty cute, although not generally something you would wear. “Do you like it?”

“Wow. Seriously?”

“What’s wrong?” He looked genuinely concerned, as if worried he’d done something wrong.

“Nothing. This is, like, actually cute. I thought you were gonna get me something embarrassing. I practically forced you to get a shirt you don’t even like, and now you’re being all nice, it’s kinda making me feel shitty!”

“Nah, it’s no big deal. The shirt’s not that bad. And, I just thought…” He paused and shifted his weight on his feet a bit. “Well, you look really nice in this color. And your birthday is in a few days. So, this can be your birthday look. Hey, you can't back out anymore. It was a deal.” You couldn’t stop yourself from curling your arms around his waist and hugging him, bringing your face into his chest. You didn’t loosen your grip until you felt his arms fold around you as well, and felt his chin dipping down to rest against the top of your head.

You gave his chest a playful whack. “You’re so stupid nice, Mat. You don’t have to wear the ugly shirt.”

“Oh no, I’m definitely wearing the ugly shirt.”

And he did.

The day passed much too quickly and the sun was soon setting on your first night on the beach, laying out a lovely backdrop for a family campfire down by the shore, just above the waterline. Mat had come out of the house, a bag of marshmallows in his hand and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh at his shirt. “What? I definitely rock this.”

“Can anyone really rock that pattern?”

“Me, duh.” He laughed and watched you run down to the water, your one piece swimsuit hugging your body as you smiled back at him for a moment and made his heart skip a beat.

You looked so pretty standing with your feet in the water and smiling over your shoulder at him like that, your hair was blowing around your face. He wanted so badly to bring you into his arms, hold you, tuck your hair behind your ears and take your face between his hands and just kiss you in the sunset. He felt a punch to his shoulder lightly and looked over to see your younger brother there. “Stop staring at her, you creep.”

Mat scrambled for an explanation, “I- uh I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Dude, shut up.” Your sister looked up from her phone “they’d be cute together.”

“Ew, that’s so gross…”

As your siblings started arguing back and forth, Mat moved aside to distance himself from them as politely as he could. It was nice to meet them and all, but he wasn’t sure how comfortable he was talking about his relationship with you. Anyway, he was here for you. Only you. He moved over to where your parents were sitting at what would soon be the fire and dropped the bag of marshmallows he’d gotten from the house. “You’re an angel, Mathew.” Your mom reached up to grab his face between her hands, startling him a bit. “I can see why my daughter wanted to bring you.”

“Oh, wow, thank you.”

“Mathew,” your father looked up from the sand and Mat worried he was going to bring up their conversation from this morning. The conversation about how Mat may possibly have more than platonic feelings for you- damn it, he hated that he caved and told him- and the conversation about what would happen if he hurt you. But no, your father pointed to the water. “It looks like (Y/N) wants you.”

Sure enough, you were standing there, waving for Mat and smiling at him again. He couldn’t bite back the smile on his face as he slid the shirt off of his shoulders and dropped it in the sand where your dad was already working on getting the fire started. “Well, do you need any help with the fire?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mathew,” your mother sighed with a smile, “Just go to her.”

The air was still warm, but the ocean was starting to cool, lapping cold against your ankles when Mat came up next to you. You could feel his arm graze against yours- he was standing that close to you, admiring the sunset- the pastel oranges and pinks lighting up across the sky hanging over the ocean. But none of the scene in front of you was as beautiful as what was next to you. The sun, low on the horizon, was casting it’s last rippling golden streams across the ocean and shining right across Mat, lighting him up like the Greek-God-like statue he was- bouncing off of the definition in his chest and abs, igniting his eyes with that dazzling green, and pulling that beautiful, gleaming smile onto his lips.

Wow.

“Beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.”

He caught your eyes and you were done for.

Maybe it was the way the sun was bouncing off his immaculate bone structure, catching all the right places- the height of his cheekbones, the firmness of his torso, the color in his eyes- maybe it was the lack of space between the two of you, maybe it was the serotonin rushing through your veins, but in that moment everything beyond you and Mat standing in the water disappeared in your mind and your gaze fell to his lips- so warm and inviting…

Or maybe it was just hormones.

His hand reached for your arm, sparking up wildfires whenever his fingers danced across the surface of your skin. He parted his lips. “It’s so crazy that we’re actually back here after eleven years.” His whisper was soft, delicate, afraid to break the sweet moment.

“I know.” Your voice was shaky, nervous, and you took a moment to compose yourself, dragging your gaze away from the gorgeous man beside you and focusing on the waves lapping at your feet. “It’s so weird.”

“But it’s amazing.” His hand found it’s way down to yours, touching it softly, fingertips to fingertips but not exactly holding it. “You know, your family doesn’t seem as overwhelming as you made them sound.”

“Oh, no, my siblings are great. And my parents are great seperate, but together... just give it some time. They’re gonna snap.”

“And I’ll be there to take you away when they do.” He looked so genuine in the moment, no jokes, no teasing, just dead serious. He was here for you- you knew that. He sighed, turning towards the shore and pulling you along with a soft smile. “I think they got the fire started. Guess we should go join them.”

The last thing you wanted to do was leave your little bubble with Mat and rejoin your family, but when you settled down on the sand and leaned against Mat, it was all okay.

It made you feel butterflies, sitting so close to him, wrapped in a towel and sharing a blanket, feeling his thigh touching yours and seeing him all smiley and lit up by the light of the fire, the smell of salt in the air surrounding you and the sound of waves crashing behind you. It might have been a bit tense as your father questioned him, not quite knowing or trusting this boy their daughter brought along, but Mat easily blocked out any awkwardness.

When the conversation turned to Mat’s career, your mother seemed a bit concerned that he hadn’t gone to college. She was a sports fan, but when it came to you, she wanted your friends and especially boyfriends and potential husbands to be smart and successful. To her, that meant college, and just playing a sport wasn’t successful in her books. You knew Mat wouldn’t talk back to your mom, so you were determined to brag for him about all of his accomplishments. He may not have gone to college, but he was damn successful. “Actually, last year Mat got the Calder- he was the best rookie in the league.” You clarified for your mom. “And earlier this year he was in the All Star Game.”

“Oh, really? Congratulations, Mathew.” At least your dad seemed interested now. Mat smiled, obviously pleased to have your dad's approval. Approval? No, his respect, maybe. “You must be a pretty good player.”

“Thanks, sir.” He grinned to himself and looked over at you, proud he had seemingly gotten into good terms with your father.

“I’m sure I would’ve heard about you, but I stopped watching hockey a while back.”

“Why’d you stop watching?” It seemed like an innocent question, but it had everything coming to a stop. Mat had never been someone who killed the crowd at parties, so the awkwardness that fell over the group wasn’t something he was familiar or comfortable with. He saw the way your siblings immediately looked up from what they were doing as if something he said had sparked their interest. He saw the way your mother rolled her eyes and your father’s gaze narrow in her direction. He wasn’t dumb, and realized he must have struck a sour chord in the family drama.

Yikes.

“Things came up. Life happened, people happened. Couldn’t enjoy it anymore.” His voice went gruff, and your mom scoffed from across the campfire.

You decided, like always, to remove yourself before the argument would start. And you could feel it coming. “Okay… I think we’re gonna head inside now.” Blanket still wrapped around you, you dragged Mat to his feet and hurried to pull him away from the fire and up towards the house. Maybe you were holding him a little too close for friends to be, but he just always seemed to radiate heat and you were cold, so you couldn’t help the way your hand drifted up his arm. Okay, it may have been partially your fault. Maybe you should have told Mat about your parent’s mess of a marriage, or given him a list of topics to avoid, but obviously it was too late now. He didn’t speak until you were opening the back door.

“Shit, I messed that up pretty bad, didn’t I?”

“No, I probably should've told you about them. Sorry.” You laughed a little bit. “For future reference, my parents bonded over hockey and when they started hating each other, neither of them could enjoy it anymore. It sucks. So maybe don’t talk about hockey with them?”

“Great, it’s not like that’s one of the only things I know how to talk about.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the sarcasm dripping off of every word.

“Mat, believe it or not, you’re not just a hockey player. You’re a lot more than that.” You stopped outside your bedroom door and let your fingers glide down Mat’s arm, looking up at him with a smile. He was watching with soft, honey eyes and his pink lips- you swear to God- are just ever so slightly puckered, as if he’s begging to hear more praise. You didn’t want to let go of him just yet, and you’d do anything to keep the conversation flowing. “Hockey isn’t the only thing in that pretty brain of yours. You’ve got other interests. Other hobbies. And you’re just good at talking.”

“Wow,” He laughed a little bit, cheeks blazing. Mat’s heart was pumping fast. Here you were, standing so close to him with your fingers setting fires on his arm, smiling and complimenting him with that pretty mouth of yours, telling him he was more than he sold himself as- no one could blame him for feeling flustered. You could make him believe anything; just the way his name rolled off your lips had him starstruck, had him moving mountains for you. He was so hopelessly fascinated by you, but there was still that constant nagging of ‘friends friends just friends’ in his head, and he could only hope to make it through this week and come out with your relationship unchanged. He stood in the hallway, not wanting to say goodnight to you yet.

“And you really do rock this shirt, honestly.”

His smile gleamed, all white teeth and pink cheeks and scrunched up nose as he lifted his head in a burst of laughter. “Of course I do.”

“Alright, well, I have a bathroom attached to my bedroom so…” You finally let your hand fall off of Mat’s wrist, already missing the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. “This is goodnight.”

“Right.” Mat nodded before taking a few steps backwards to where his room was down the short hall. “Hey, at least we actually have seperate rooms tonight, right?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

But, unbeknownst to you, Mat tossed and turned that night, unsure now of how to sleep in his own bed. No matter what, he just couldn’t stop thinking about the night before, when you had wrapped yourselves up in each other’s arms and fit so comfortably, so perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle. Mat would never admit the feelings he felt when first waking up to find you in his arms, how he laid and stared at you for almost an hour before getting out of bed, or how he everytime your eyes met you easily made him flustered and nervous, as if this was a first love- maybe it was. And he certainly would never admit the way he fell asleep tonight, on his side, with blazing cheeks and a racing mind, holding a pillow firm against his chest and pretending it was you.

The pillow wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing.

#here it is!#smile like sunshine #mat barzal #mathew barzal #nhl writing #nhl fanfiction #mine #op #fanfiction #imagine #fic

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“I’ve seen you before”

Oikawa x fem!reader

Sum: Taking a deep breath, letting down your guard, getting out of your comfort zone. Opening the wall you built around your heart a long time ago.

You let Oikawa Tooru in.

But was it a mistake?

Warnings: swearing because I have no r e s t r a i n t. Insecurity, bullying. Oikawa being a dumbass. Angst and fluff. Small spoiler at the end.

Word count: A lot, it’s....it’s long. My stupid tablet doesn't have word count capabilities

A/n: this is based on a dream I had. How dare the dream gods give me oikawa and not my husbando(s) tendou(kirishima) 😩 and I write to get scenarios out of my head before they drive me insane

Well at least he's pretty

ok I 💫may💫 have fallen a little while writing this

It had been a long weekend of practice and homework for Oikawa. So what better way to zoneout and relax before bed on Sunday night then scroll through his instagram feed.

He'd been scrolling through random sunset photos when he suddenly saw your face in the 'suggested for you' section. Your picture was of you with what he assumed was your cat perched on your shoulder. It was cute. You were cute.

And you did look familiar. Yes, he has seen you before. He's seen you at school. You're always by yourself, reading a book or on your phone sitting on a bench by the front gates.

He tapped on your photo. He started looking through your posts. Landscapes, food, your cute cat, flowers, sunsets, your family. Is what you mostly posted.

Then he came across the rare selfie.

He was wrong. You weren't just cute.

You were breathtakingly beautiful.

How had he not seen that at school?

You were looking off to the side, a small shy smile on your lips. Sunlight and cherry blossom petals in your wild wind blown hair.

He saw that you were online.

He wanted to talk to you and he didn't have the patience to wait until tomorrow at school.

Hey I've seen you before. You go to Aoba Johsai right?

A message popped up on your phone. One from Aoba Johsai's resident pretty boy and captain of the volleyball club. Oikawa Tooru. What the fuck? You weren't one of his pathetic fan girls that fawned all over him. You never cared for the drama that followed the popular crowd. And in all honestly he kind of repulsed you because of the way he let his ego be stroked. You saw him as a pompous ass. You've never shown any kind of interest in the setter. So why was he messaging you of all people? But curiosity got the better of you and you wrote back. Not like he's gonna talk to you at school anyway. He's popular and you're a loner. Two different worlds.

You know that sounds creepy right? But yes.

I'm just trying to be friendly 😔

I've seen that you sit mostly by yourself and thought you could use a friend 😁

You snorted. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. Still, you didn't want to be too friendly towards him.

I don't care for hs drama but thanks for your chivalry ig 🙄

At this moment your college aged sister begged you to help with one of her cosmetology classes that's due tomorrow. Eyelash extensions. You don't wear makeup but she's your sister and she's giving you puppy dog eyes. You sighed, "Fine." Forgetting to exit out of your messages, you set your phone down, ready to be put through hell.

"Thanks sis! Okay I just need you to lay down and relax." While she got to work the messages on your phone went unnoticed by you.

I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, promise 😅

Y/l/n?

You there?

I'm REALLY sorry!

It's rude to leave people on read yk

Please ?

Y/l/n-chan?

Oikawa was panicking. He didn't mean to piss you off...and now he might have lost his chance to be your friend...or more maybe?

Trying to face time couldn't hurt right?

It just rang. And rang. And rang.

You didn't pick up.

Please. Y/n I'm truly sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets the better of me and I don't think about what I say. I just meant I'd like to be your friend. If you'd let me?

"All finished, babe." Your sister said. "You're looking gorgeous! If I do say so myself." She took a quick after picture for her class.

You grimaced. You never thought of yourself as pretty let alone gorgeous. "Thanks, I guess. Not one to toot your own horn, huh?"

She just rolled her eyes. " Your phone has been pinging like crazy by the way." Wiggling her eyebrows, "Talking to a boy? My baby sis, all grown up."

"W-what?" You stuttered, picking up your phone. 8 messages and 1 face time call. All from the setter captain. It must be your imagination because in the last message he sounded...flustered? You didn't notice the soft smile that graced your lips. But your annoying sister did.

"Oikawa. Isn't he some volleyball big shot at your school? Y/n, is that a smile I see?" She grinned from over your shoulder, seeing the messages.

"I-. Yes. He is." Furrowing your brows. Denying the truth, "And no, I am not smiling."

"Mmhm. Sooo you going to have a new 'friend' or what."

Your self consciencesness got the better of you. "Why would he want to be my friend? He's him and I'm...me." You bit your lip.

"You idiot. You really don't give yourself enough credit. Your smart, have a kind heart and you are beautiful. You just don't let yourself see it. Let someone in." She whispered in your ear giving you a hug.

You sighed. You believed that your sister believed in what she was saying...but years of middle school bullying ingrained into your heart and mind don't disappear overnight. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed. 'Night sis."

"Good night y/n."

Getting ready for bed you looked in the mirror. You had a tiny smile, your sister was right, the lashes did look great.

It was late but right before you drifted off to sleep you sent Oikawa a message.

Sorry. I'm not mad, I was helping my sister with something...

Taking a deep breath, letting down your guard, getting out of your comfort zone.

Opening the wall you built around your heart a long time ago.

You let Oikawa Tooru in.

...I wouldn't mind having a friend

The next day

He woke up to two new messages from you. He had tried staying up, waiting for a reply back but he must have fallen asleep. His phone still in his hand.

Sorry. I'm not mad, I was helping my sister with something...

...I wouldn't mind having a friend.

A wide sleepy smile came across his face. Just about the time he was going to dm you his phone died. Where's my damn charger? He started rifling through everything, turning his room upside down. The last place he had it was...the locker room.

"Dammit!" He would just have to see you at school. He quickly got ready to go meet Iwa-chan and walk to school.

You weren't necessarily disappointed that Oikawa hadn't replied yet. Even though you had lowered your walls, you set the bar pretty low on expectations. Especially on a friendship with him. But that didn't stop you from being a little excited to see him. You were sitting in your favorite spot at school, reading. Same thing you did every day. It was on a small stone bench in the shade of a cherry tree near the entrance. Abruptly you heard a chorus of squealing. You've learned throughout high school this meant Oikawa had stepped on campus, Iwaizumi reluctantly in tow.

You smiled and waved.

He didn't see. But you didn't know that.

You thought he was ignoring you. Your smile faded. Last night must have been some prank. It wouldn't have been the first time someone decided it would be funny to play with you like a toy. You never should have listened to your sister and let your guard down.

Tears started to prick your eyes. You shut them tightly, willing them to not fall.

You were not going to cry over Oikawa fucking Tooru.

You grabbed you bag and headed to your classroom.

He had seen you get off the bench and walk towards the building. He tried making his way to you but there was just too many girls blocking him. Letting out a frustrated breath he waved his hand and yelled, "Y/l/n-chan!"

You didn't hear him.

Upset he couldn't get to you he said the only thing he could think of to get all these girls to back off for once. "I have a girlfriend, so could you please respect that." He didn't see the crazy girls make a connection between what he said about having a girlfriend and yelling your name.

He didn't realize he just put a target on your back.

At lunch

You were spinning the dial to your locker getting your lunch when you were shoved against it. You turned around and was met with several angry looking girls. Eyes darting between them. Your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

But nobody ever mentions the third option, which is what happened.

You froze.

"This is her?" Some girl sneered.

What were they talking about? You'd never done anything to these girls. You'd always kept to yourself, ensuring a situation like this wouldn't happen.

"She's not even pretty." Said another taking a sip from her juice carton.

"I bet it's just some joke. He wouldn't be with some fat worthless nobody." The girl who seemed to be the leader said as she pushed you to the ground.

Ignoring the tears starting to run down your cheeks and swallowing the lump forming in your throat, "What are you talking about?"

"Wow, Oikawa has himself a stupid girlfriend." said the leader.

"G-girlfriend?" Ok. Now you really had no clue what the fuck they were talking about.

"Stay the hell away from him. He's mine." With that she dumped the remains of the other girls juice carton on you and they walked away laughing.

Holditin.Holditin.Holditin. You chanted inside your head until you made it to the bathroom where you could cry without being bothered. You had stayed off the radar for years and now you were in the middle of it. You let out a sob, sliding to the floor. You felt like you were right back in middle school. Useless. Fat. Ugly. You brought your knees to your chest. Unloveable. Unwanted. Not worth anybody’s time. That’s why you shut everyone out when you became a first year at Seijoh. You didn’t want a repeat of middle school.

But it ended up happening anyway.

So you cried. You cried until you had no more tears. You let it all out until you didn’t care anymore. You had no problem in obeying the threat staying away from the bastard. She could have him. You stood and splashed water on your face trying to ease the puffiness around your eyes. Sighing you realized you'd probably have to stay after school until you looked like you hadn't spent your entire lunch break crying or your sister would ask questions. The now pink stained shirt you could explain away easily. The red and puffy eyes you could not. And you didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else.

Oikawa had looked for you at lunch but he couldn't find you. He did however hear some girls laughing and chatting about messing with ‘Oikawa’s girlfriend’. How could they mess with someone he made up? He turned to his best friend to ask. “Iwa-chan do you know what those girls were talking about?” he whispered so no one would hear, “How could they have messed with my ‘girlfriend’ when I made her up?”

“Idiot. Remember this morning when you called Y/l/n’s name and then immediately after said you had a girlfriend? And don't call me Iwa-chan, Shittykawa.” He rolled his eyes.

He blanched. He hadn’t realized what he'd done. Or apparently how psycho those girls are. He was so focused on you he didn't even whine about Iwaizumi’s regular insults. He wanted to find you and see if you were okay. To apologize for putting you in that situation. Standing abruptly making his chair screech, “I got to go find her--” The bell signaled lunch was over. Fuck. Maybe she’ll be on that bench after school. I’ve seen her there after practice sometimes.

After school

And by some miracle you were there, reading your book. Oikawa took a minute to look at you before he approached. As in your picture your hair was wild but not unkept, it was hiding your eyes. Your lips were slightly pursed while you were reading and your leg was bouncing contentedly.

You were beautiful.

You looked okay.

Until he got closer and finally saw your eyes. You had obviously been crying. By the looks of it a lot. He also saw you had a huge pink stain on your shirt. What had happened?

You had heard someone approach but decided it was best to ignore them.

“Are you okay Y/l/n-chan?” Oikawa spoke softly.

You were so not in the mood for this. For him. Your hands tightened around your book, flicking your eyes up at him and then back down, “Don’t.”

It was only a second but he saw the hurt in your eyes and it was his fault it was there, “I wanted to-” He tried to say but you didn’t let him finish.

Your voice was raw with emotions you didn’t want to feel for him. “WHAT?! You what? Wanted to play with my feelings some more? I bet you had a good laugh last night saying all that shit. And then completely ignoring me this morning when I waved. Making me feel like I could actually have a friend for once?” Your voice got louder and he flinched at your next words. “That someone would even want to be my friend? I fucking knew I shouldn't have but I let you in anyway.” You let out a dark broken laugh and said much quieter, “Even after what happened last time.” Coldly, “Don’t you have a harem to get back to? Just...just leave me alone Oikawa.”

His mouth dropped in shock. He hadn’t seen you wave. What did you mean by last time? He was heartbroken that someone had made you feel this horrible about yourself and he had reminded you of it. He didn’t want to leave you alone, he had to make you understand you were special. He laid his hand on your book trying to make you pay attention. He said the only thing he thought would make you listen. “Tooru.”

You stiffened, nobody calls him by his first name. You've never even heard his best friend call him Tooru. Your voice barely above a whisper, heart stuttering, “What did you say?”

“Tooru. You can call me Tooru. I-I was happy this morning when I woke up when I saw your messages. But my phone died before I could say anything.” He cleared his throat, “ I fell asleep waiting. I was going to talk to you but then that stupid crowd of girls came. Y/l/n I swear I didn’t see you wave! I tried calling for you but you must not have heard me," he frowned, "and I was frustrated so to get them to back off I said I had a girlfriend. I tried looking for you during lunch period but I couldn't find you. Then I heard what those girls did. I’m sorry I put that target on you. I was going to try looking for you again but then the bell rang. This spot after school was my last hope. Well for now anyway, until I got my phone charged.” He rushed out, praying you would forgive him.

“That’s what they were talking about...”

“What were they saying? If you don’t mind talking about it.” Gingerly he laid his hand on yours, holding it.

During his speech you had unconsciously torn your walls down yet again. You heard the sincerity in his voice and saw the concern in his eyes. This was real. He did care. Fuck. Somewhere between last night and this morning you had developed feelings, you just hadn't wanted to believe you weren't immune to his charms. Why did it have to be him. You swallowed, “They basically said I was worthless and wasn’t pretty enough for you. They also shoved me against my locker and onto the floor.” Taking a deep breath you revealed the most humiliating part of the whole thing, “Their leader dumped juice on me.” You looked away not wanting him to see the tears starting to run down your cheeks and you didn't want to see the pity you were sure to receive in his eyes.

“Hey.” He gently turned your face with a palm on each cheek. Wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “You are not worthless. And those girls are just jealous because your the most beautiful girl at Seijoh. I’m sorry they said and did those things to you. It was my fault and I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

You searched his face, surely he was lying to make you feel better? But you only found the truth in his warm brown eyes. Oikawa may be an ass but he does not lie. “Okay...Tooru.”

His heart fluttered when you spoke his name. Little did he know that yours did too when he asked you to call him that.

“Come on, lets go.” He smiled pulling you up. “I got something you can change into so you don’t have to wear that home.” He pointed to your ruined shirt.

You and him walked over to the gym. He had never let your hand go from pulling you up and you didn’t mind. You halted at the entry way dropping his hand. He was going to lead you in but, “Tooru, I can't. Only players and managers can go in the gym during practice time.”

He snorted, “Iwa-chan made that rule so the uh” he coughed, “students wouldn't bother us.” Taking your hand he pulled you in after him.

Your face was blushing like mad from the looks you were getting from his teammates. Nobody questioned their captain though.

“Please wait here while I change and grab you something.” He left you at the bleachers.

Iwaizumi walked over to where you were sitting. Before he could say anything you spoke. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not allowed in here but he drug me in and said he was going to get me something to change into." You plucked at your still sticky shirt. "I-I'll leave when Tooru comes back.” You found it easy for Tooru's name to roll of your tongue.

The usually intimidating looking ace smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Tooru, huh? We don't let students in during practice because they follow Oikawa in. He brought you in here. So you can stay if you want.”

You let out a surprised, “Oh.”

“You know he couldn't stop talking about you on the way to school this morning? About how he saw this and I quote ‘breathtakingly beautiful’ photo of you on instagram. He kept talking about your hair with cherry blossom petals in it and your shy smile.”

Your face was on fire. You knew the exact photo he was talking about. How far back did he scroll, it was buried under a ton of pictures.

“He was also worried about you the rest of the day after lunch. He was pretty upset, he even threatened to cancel practice if he didn’t find you on your bench.”

“Iwa-channnn!” Oikawa whined. “Friends keep secrets.” He didn’t look mad but his face was a light shade of pink. Was he...embarrassed?

“Ew. I’m not your friend Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi replied walking away. You laughed quietly, his tone said otherwise.

Except it wasn't just any shirt, it was his jersey. “I can’t wear this! Only couples do that!”

“You're right! You're my best friend!” Tooru called back.

He was met with a middle finger and a "Shut it, Tooru."

“Anyways here. You can change in the girls locker room over there.” He handed you one of his shirts and pointed to the room.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Well I did inadvertently call you my girlfriend. You wouldn't want to make me a liar now would you Y/l/n-chan?” He pouted.

“N-no, but I'm not your girlfriend?” You remembered the things Iwaizumi told you, your face deepening to a scarlet shade.

He took a step closer. You could smell his scent. He smelled like oranges, cloves and...clean sweat? Of course he could make sweat smell intoxicating. It was making your brain hazy. You almost missed what he said. “Do you? Want to be I mean.” The look he was giving you was so genuine and...sweet.

This was too much too fast, but your mouth and heart didn't care apparently what you thought. “I-.” You breathed. “Yes.”

His face lit up, taking one of your hands into his. “We’ll talk more after practice, yeah?”

All you could do is nod. Squeezing your hand as he left to go start practice you went to go change your shirt. It was long on you. Almost falling to the same spot your uniform skirt stopped. You rolled it up a little and tucked it in. That was better.

After changing you returned to your spot on the bleachers. You'd been to games before. It was practically an unsaid rule that all students were required to go. But you really never paid attention, usually doing anything but watching to kill time.

This time you paid attention. Tooru was remarkable. You could see why he was captain and how he got the nickname 'the great king'. You were so entrapped by the teams flow you didn't notice the hours fly by.

Tooru came back over to you, asking somewhat nervously, "So what did you think?" He didn't know why it felt so important to get praise from you. He just knew he wanted you to be proud of him.

Your smile was open and you had stars in your eyes, "You were amazing!" Dipping your toe at being flirty, you winked, "l'll have to pay better attention at the next game."

His heart leapt. You said he was amazing. "Thank you, that means so much coming from you." The second part finally clicked, "Hey wait! What do you mean you'll have to pay better attention at the next game?" He teased.

Sheepishly, "I never uh...actively watched a game before."

"That hurts Y/l/n-chan. Just you wait until the next game." He smiled, "So can I walk you home? It's late and you shouldn't walk by yourself."

"Sure. I don't live far though." You returned his smile.

After he went and changed out of his practice clothes he outstretched his hand for you to take, interlacing your fingers with his. When you got to the gates he asked which way. You pulled him to the left. You curious about earlier.

"So about what Iwaizumi said..." You left the question hanging in the air.

"He was telling the truth." He said it so simply, like he just didn't turn your world upside-down.

"Oh." Was all you could manage with all the butterflies in your stomach. Before you knew it you were in front of your house. "This is me." You turned to face him.

"Really? Iwa-chan and I live one street over."

"You're joking." He had to be.

"Nope, cross my heart." More seriously "Do you want to walk to school with us maybe?"

"I'd like that, Tooru." Shyly you peeked up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, I noticed before." He traced a thumb over your cheekbone, brushing against your fluttering eyelashes. "Your eyes look different some how?"

You let out a small chuckle, "Eye lash extensions. That's what I was helping my sister with last night. She's in a cosmetology class."

He leaned down, getting very close. "They suit you Y/l/n-chan."

Clearing your throat. "Um, thanks." A beat later, "Call me Y/n."

His eyes softened. "Can I kiss you, Y/n?"

Your breath caught. "Y-yes."

He closed the distance between the two of you. Your eyes shutting and heart thumping wildly with anticipation.

You did not expect the feather light touch of his lips ghosting over yours. You did not expect such a tender kiss from the popular setter captain.

At first your lips only brushed against each others. Testing. Until you couldn't stand it any longer. He had lit a fire inside. You leaned in closer, needing more. Pressing your lips against his and moving one hand onto the back of his neck and the other onto his shoulder pulling him closer. He took this queue to hold your waist. As you kissed time stood still. You couldn't tell if the fire inside was tearing you apart or if he was holding you together. There was just you and him, the world had long ago faded away.

He was surprised you took control of the kiss but was glad you did. He didn't want to push you after everything you'd been through. And honestly he could barely think straight. Could barely breathe. Your lips were so soft and they tasted like honey. He didn't want it to end, he would have happily drowned surrounded by air if it meant he could kiss you.

But you pulled away breathless and eyes bright. You leaned into the comfort of his arms.

That was your first kiss.

"I'll be waiting here tomorrow Y/n." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"Alright." You looked up at him. "Message me when you get home 'kay?"

"Will do, my queen." The name sent tingles down your spine. Once again putting his lips to yours. "Good night."

"'Night Tooru." You slipped out of his embrace and before you made your way inside, you gave him one last wave goodbye. Dazed you shut the door behind you with your back and brought your fingers to your smiling lips.

"'Friends' huh? Lot different in my day." Your sister said from the couch, her eyes catching on his jersey.

Still grinning like a fool, "Shut up." You headed upstairs to start on your homework. About ten minutes later you received a text. Smiling you opened it.

Made it home safe and sound. And now I'm going to sleep so I can dream of you 😘

Who knew 'the great king' was such a goofball.

Sweet dreams then, goofball

They will be because you'll be in them ❤

Rude, my queen, rude

Good night Tooru ❤

But that’s why you like me

Rolling your eyes, you grinned.

The next morning he was right where he said he would be. Waiting for you. Iwaizumi with him of course. “Morning Iwaizumi.”

“Good morning Y/l/n.” Iwaizumi greeted.

You said taking your boyfriends hand. “Morning Tooru.” You were feeling confident this morning so you tugged him down a little so you could reach his face, pecking him on the lips.

His eyes widened. He definitely didn't expect that, not that he was complaining. “G-good morning Y/n.” A rosy hue dusting his cheeks.

You giggled at his reaction.

“I guess the right girl turns you into a flustered mess.” Iwaizumi joked.

"I make you a flustered mess huh? I wouldn’t mind taking advantage of that.” You nudged him playfully as you all started to make your way to school.

“No fair. I won’t allow you and Iwa ganging up on me!” He tilted his head towards your ear, whispering for only you to hear. “Besides, my queen, I give as good as I get.”

You choked. And he didn't miss the red on your face. Oh boy. If he kept up with that name you were going to become a puddle. Clearing your throat awkwardly, “Ah look, we’re here!”

Unfortunately you were met with his swarm of ‘fans’. At the head of it all were the bitches that made you feel like shit. Tooru felt you hesitate and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and looked at you with such adoration in his eyes. That was all you needed. You were going to show these girls you weren’t afraid of them. You hoped he wouldn't mind your sudden boldness.

Turning towards him and standing on your tippy toes you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips against his. This kiss was much deeper than the one you shared last night. You'd even go so far to say passionate. Last night was tentative, figuring each other out. This kiss you poured in all your feelings, all of your heart and soul. Pulling away slightly, resting your forehead against his and playing with the hair near where your hand rested on his neck, “Um, sorry if that was too much.”

You turned to face the mostly shocked crowd. The only angry one was the leader girl. Remembering what she said yesterday, “I’m his.” He wasn’t some possession to own. But you were free to give your heart to him, if he wanted it. Really you didn’t expect him to say anything during this exchange but he did.

God, you were perfect he thought. With a stupid smile on his face, “N-no don’t be sorry. Not at all.”

It made your heart catch in your throat.

“And I’m hers.” The girls mouth dropped open. “Come on. Let’s go, my queen.” he said pressing his lips to your knuckles, sending a shiver up your back.

“Tooru!” You squeaked. That damn pet name. You knew no matter how many times he said it, it would still make you weak in the knees and make your heart leap. And he fucking knew it. You walked hand in hand to your spot under the cherry tree. “Don’t call me that when a bunch of people are around...”

“Why not? It’s true. And you like it.” He gave you a cheeky look. “Besides that passionate kiss you gave me was pretty public.”

A blush creeping up your neck, “I-shut up.”

Chuckling he brought you into a hug, “Whatever you wish, my queen.”

Epilogue

As the months passed you and Tooru grew closer together and his ‘fan club’ realized you weren't going anywhere. Sure some still tried to bring you down but over the months you had gained some confidence in yourself. You weren't as insecure but when you fell Tooru was there to help you pick yourself back up. You had also become good friends with the volleyball guys, especially Iwa. You had a special bond over teasing your boyfriend. Even though you both teased him relentlessly he was happy two of his favorite people got along so well. In fact he had asked if you had wanted to officially become a manager. You practically were now anyway he said so why not make it official. Of course you agreed.

It was only your third game as a manager when they lost to Karasuno. You knew how bad he wanted to go to nationals. It was his dream and this was his last chance. He was sitting on the floor outside the gym, head hung low in devastation. You knew words were not what he wanted to hear right now. He just needed you to be there for him. You sat down next to him, waiting. He gently pulled you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder. Holding you closely. He was silent but you felt his warm tears fall on your skin. You held him and hummed a slow melody quietly in his ear. After awhile he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispered. He was ready talk.

“I’m here for you, always. You’re my king, win or lose. And I am so so proud of you.” A small smile lifted one side of his mouth.

You were going to tell him something important today. No matter what happened. Maybe he needed to hear it especially because of what happened. You took a deep breath and kissed his forehead briefly. One hand on his cheek and looking into his still tear stained eyes.

“I know the world has greater things than nationals waiting for you. You may not feel like it now but believe me when I say it. You are so much more than what you think you are and....and that’s why I love you, Tooru.”

He searched your face looking for pity or disappointment but all he found was love. For weeks those three words had been just under the surface, waiting to be spoken into existence, always on the tip of his tongue at the end of every conversation with you or even when he would see you do small simple things. Hearing the love in your voice and the feeling of you mend his shattered heart about nationals they finally broke free.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

He might have been your first kiss but you were his first love and he wanted you to be his last.

He gently ran his thumb against your bottom lip.

And he kissed you with everything he had, like it would be his last.

But.

There was many more to come...

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#oikawa x reader #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x y/n #the dream gods did me a disservice but i made the best of it #writing this may have made me soft for Tooru #he calls his gfs my queen #fight me #y/n and iwa's bond over teasing your bf #low key proud of some lines in this #my tiny blog writings

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"What?" That was not what Lydia had expected. She had thought they would both sleep on the air mattress, and... maybe even snuggle a little. "No, no, I couldn't possibly make you sleep on the floor!" Lydia said. "Can't you just sleep in the bed with me?"

Beetlejuice gasped. "Lydia...I-I don't think you get what that-"

He was interrupted by Lydia leaning up and pressing her lips to his.

Chapters: 1 (1,303 words)

Fandom: Beetlejuice (mostly based on the 1989 cartoon, but can be read for the movie or musical as well)

Rating: T (Mild innuendos)

Relationships: Beetlejuice/Lydia, Beetlebabes

Additional Tags: Love confessions, camping, storms, thunder & lightning, cuddles, fluff, Beetlejuice cartoon, Older Lydia AU

Boom. Crash.

The thunder rumbled as the rain poured down, causing the small tent Lydia was in to shake violently. She sat on an air mattress, hugging her knees to her chest. Never before had a storm scared her. In fact, storms usually calmed her. Lydia was a woman who could see the beauty in dark things, in things most people usually hated, and storms were no exception. Usually she'd relax and fall asleep to the sound of thunder, and the next day simply enjoy the smell of the rain. However, this was Lydia's first time camping, and she wasn't sure how sturdy the tent would be.

Earlier that week, Lydia had been invited to go on a camping trip with some of her friends at school, but they got sick at the last second and canceled. By the time Lydia found out, she had already bought the supplies to go camping, so Beetlejuice decided he would take her camping so she wouldn't be wasting anything. When they arrived, he taught her how to set up the tents, and got the campfire started. They had made roasted marshmallows, (Lydia roasting hers to a light golden brown, with Beetlejuice stuffing beetles into his and then burning them,) and made smores. Then, about 20 minutes after they called it a night, the storm came.

Part of Lydia desperately wanted to go wake Beetlejuice up. She needed company, and he was a tent away. But lately, Lydia had felt strange around Beetlejuice. She had always loved Beetlejuice, and she always would. After all, she had known him since she was a young teen. But Lydia's love for the Ghost With the Most had lately blossomed into something more. Beetlejuice was her best friend, but Lydia wanted him to be more. Now that she was an adult, she couldn't help but fall in love with her BJ all over again, in a completely different way. Lydia wanted nothing more than to go wake Beetlejuice up and tell him once and for all how she felt. So, that's exactly what she did.

Well, what she tried to, at least.

Lydia unzipped the door to her tent and stepped out into the rain, searching in the dark for her flip flops. Once she had them on, she trudged over to her best friend's tent and (kind of) knocked on the side. A few seconds later, the zipper was being undone and she was pulled inside of the tent.

"Babes? What's up?" Beetlejuice asked, looking at the soaked woman in confusion.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't wake you up, did I?" Lydia asked, nervously.

"No, no, of course not! I couldn't really sleep from this storm we're having. Thunderstorms, ya know I hate 'em."

"Oh, okay, good." Lydia said, relieved she hadn't disturbed him. "I...I couldn't really sleep either...I-I…" She looked up at him, squinting in the dark. "B-Beej...Could I sleep with you tonight? In here?"

After a few seconds of hesitation, Beetlejuice responded. "Of course, Babes! Here, let me get you some clothes to borrow, you're soaked!" Lydia smiled, content. She blushed a little at the thought of wearing Beetlejuice's clothes, but it was dark enough Beetlejuice would never know. Beetlejuice shuffled around until he found some dry, clean clothes to hand to her.

"Here, I'll turn around." Beetlejuice said, turning so he wouldn't see anything he wasn't supposed to. Once Lydia was done changing, Beetlejuice blushed madly. Seeing her in his clothes was very hot, and Beetlejuice had to remind himself that Lydia was completely off limits.

"You can sleep on the air mattress, Lyds, I'll take the floor."

Beetlejuice gasped. "Lydia...I-I don't think you get what that-"

He was interrupted by Lydia leaning up and pressing her lips to his.

Beetlejuice was shocked, to say the least. He definitely wasn't expecting that. True, he had been gaining feelings for Lydia lately, stronger feelings than before, but he knew he couldn't act on it. It would be way too creepy. After all, he had known her since she was a kid! And now that she was all grown up, and beautiful…

Beetlejuice had fallen badly.

Lydia had tried to prepare herself for every possible outcome of her kissing Beetlejuice, but she really hadn't expected him to kiss back. She put her hands behind his back and pulled him closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but he gently grabbed her hands and pushed her away.

A few moments of silence passed, as Lydia waited for him to say something, anything. She shouldn't have kissed him, what if he didn't like her like that? What if he thought she was still just some annoying kid? It was really worrying Lydia that she couldn't see his facial expression in the dark to see if she offended him or not.

Finally, he spoke up.

"Babes...I…" Beetlejuice struggled to find the right words. "I can't…"

"You...You don't like me like that?" Lydia asked, willing her voice to stay steady. "A-am I not good enough?"

"No Lyds! No, I swear it's not like that." Beetlejuice exclaimed, grabbing her hands. "I do like you like that, in fact I love you! But… You can't possibly want this. It'd be wrong. I've known you since you were still a kid, I'm way too old for you! It's wrong…" Beetlejuice said sadly. Lydia gently put her hand on his cheek and rubbed it, giving him a soft smile.

"BJ, I understand where you're coming from. It's true, you have known me since I was a kid. But I'm an adult now. If you were hitting on me as a kid, now that would be inappropriate. But I'm grown up now, I can make my own choices. And you know what?" Lydia looked him right in the eyes. "I choose you." She said softly, just loud enough for him to hear over the storm. "I know what I want, and it's you. And...I haven't really had any serious relationships with anyone, or...you know, gone all the way before, but out of all the people I know, you're the one I trust the most. Now please, will you sleep with me?"

Beetlejuice's heart melted at her words. He knew that Lydia was the most stubborn person he knew, and she would never give up on him if this was truly what she wanted. And if Beetlejuice was being honest with himself, she already said she trusted him, now he needed to show her that he trusted her. Maybe Beetlejuice would have been able to turn her down again if the look in her eyes weren't so desperate for love, but they were, and they drew him in. Before he knew it, he squeezed her hand reassuringly and whispered, "Alright. If it's truly what you want."

Lydia led him over to the air mattress, and they both crawled into Beetlejuice's sleeping bag. Lydia layed down so she was facing Beetlejuice. He brushed her bangs out of her eyes, and leaned in to kiss her gently.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do that?" Lydia asked.

Beetlejuice grinned, and wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her coconut shampoo.

"Lydia, I love you. More than anything in this life, or the next."

"I love you too, Beej. I don't know what I'd do without you. Goodnight, BJ."

"Goodnight, Babes."

And with that, they fell asleep in each other's arms, listening to the thunder and rain in the background.

#Beetlejuice #lydia deetz #Beetlejuice and Lydia #beetlejuice x lydia #Beetlebabes #Thunderstorms #Fluff #Confessions #kiss kiss fall in love #Older Lydia AU #Fanfiction #beetlejuice fanfiction

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sceptilemasterr · 3 years

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Defenders of the Flame (TE Rewrite) Act 2, Scene 1 - Impossibilities

Title: Defenders of the Flame (A CIU Screenplay)

Main Pairings: Shreya x F!MC, Beckett x F!Atlas

Other Pairings: N/A

Genre: Full Rewrite (The Elementalists, Book 1)

Rating: PG-13 for violence, blood, swearing, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: The Pend Pals discuss the incredible events of the previous night and what it all might mean.

Previous Scene: Unexpected Saviors

Masterlist: Link

INT. GLEBIZA HALL - DINING AREA - MORNING

The dull chatter of tired Penderghast students fills the dining area as Shreya and Fiora enter. Fiora lets out a huge yawn and rubs her eyes.

FIORA: I feel like I could sleep for another week. Shreya, if I fall asleep at the table, don’t wake me.

SHREYA (laughs): Well, good thing it’s Saturday! I bet you’ll feel better once we get some food. Don’t you worry.

She grabs Fiora by the hand and leads her to where the food is being served. They each take a plate and start serving themselves some food. Fiora takes from a plate of what look like red sausage links.

SHREYA: Uh, Fiora... have you had dragon links before?

FIORA: Don’t think so. Why?

SHREYA: Just a word of warning. They’re extremely spicy. And I do mean extremely.

Fiora’s face lights up and she immediately piles several more dragon links onto her plate.

FIORA (excitedly): Even better!

Shreya sighs and shakes her head as they continue serving themselves. After a few moments, they finish and find seats at an unoccupied table.

FIORA (quietly): So, about last night. It’s just us now... what was all that?

SHREYA (quietly): Right.

Shreya looks around surreptitiously, confirming that no one else is within earshot. Then she leans over the table, close to Fiora.

SHREYA (quietly, almost whispering): Okay, so: the Defenders of the Flame are a very old, very prestigious society. They have chapters in every major Stoicheal Realm school, and--

GRIFFIN: Hey, you two! How’s it going?

Shreya and Fiora look up in surprise as Griffin approaches their table, followed closely by Zeph and Beckett, all bearing trays of food. Zeph nods a head in the girls’ direction, and Fiora and Shreya scoot aside to give them room. Zeph looks over at Fiora’s tray.

ZEPH: Ooh, dragon links! Nice!

FIORA (laughs): Thanks. I heard they’re spicy; I’m excited!

As Zeph watches, enraptured, Fiora spears a dragon link on her fork and takes a huge bite. A few seconds later, her face turns visibly red and she coughs before swallowing her mouthful.

FIORA: Wow! Okay, Shreya, you weren’t kidding when you said “spicy!”

Zeph breaks down into uncontrollable laughter.

ZEPH: Oh, man! Your face... you’re so red! I can’t believe it!

FIORA (excited): Wow, okay, this is amazing!!

Despite her red face, watery eyes, and coughing, Fiora shovels several more dragon links into her mouth. Zeph watches, enraptured.

BECKETT: Yes, yes, we are all very amused by Fiora’s insistence on burning her innards to a crisp.

GRIFFIN: Ha ha, very funny, Beckett.

BECKETT: Oh, do be silent--

GRIFFIN: Never mind him. Fiora, Shreya, are you two okay? I heard about what happened last night--

ZEPH: What happened last night? Did you two actually--

FIORA (blushing): What?! No, nothing! Nothing at all, what are you talking about? We were perfectly fine!

SHREYA (to Fiora): You aren’t exactly helping. (to Zeph) If you must know, Fiora was attacked again last night.

All eyes turn to Fiora, concern etched on their faces, even Beckett’s.

ZEPH: What?! Holy Source, are you okay?!

BECKETT: Impossible! Fletchly Hall--the wards--nothing could possibly--

FIORA: Well, apparently you’re wrong. Because some kind of creepy shadow monster attacked me last night!

ZEPH: ��Creepy shadow monster?” What did it look like?

FIORA: It looked kinda like that thing that attacked me during the Test of Attunement, but bigger and creepier. It almost killed me before--

She hesitates, unwilling to tell them about her rescuers. Zeph frowns.

ZEPH: Wait, so this attack... just like the Test?! Fiora, you’d better tell someone! I mean, if that thing could break through the wards, then--

BECKETT: Regardless, it matters little how this creature broke through. What matters now is what we shall do about it.

GRIFFIN: Okay, so, you managed to fight off the first attack, right? How did you do that?

BECKETT (matter-of-factly): Hmm. As I recall, she used a powerful Light technique during the Test to drive off the creature attacking her. Fiora, perhaps you ought to practice your Light-Attunement further.

Fiora stares at him, utterly flabbergasted, as Griffin and Zeph glance between Beckett and Fiora in shock. Shreya simply shrugs with an innocent ‘don’t look at me’ expression on her face.

ZEPH: You’re a Light-Att?!

FIORA: Beckett, who told you? How did you know?

BECKETT: Well, for one, you yourself just confirmed it. And for another... in case you’ve forgotten, you demonstrated your Light Stoichi in the middle of the Test of Attunement for all to see. In fact, I’m quite surprised no one else realized it yet.

Fiora stares at him, mouth agape.

GRIFFIN (embarrassed): Gotta admit... I wasn’t exactly sure what that light was. I thought it was something from the creature that attacked you.

ZEPH: And for the record, I was still in the test. So I saw nothing. Not everyone’s a genius like Mr. Smartypants over here--

BECKETT: Excuse you, my surname is “Harrington,” as you know full well--

SHREYA: Alright, enough. Keep it down, would you?

She and the others look around to realize that the students at the other tables are starting to notice their conversation. Everyone turns back to the table, voices lowered.

BECKETT: Naturally. I apologize.

ZEPH: Okay, fair enough, but wait. Fiora, you’re a Light-Att?!

SHREYA: You mentioned that already, Zeph.

ZEPH: Well, yeah. But it’s just... it’s so... COOL! I mean, you’ve got nothing to worry about now, just hit those shadow monsters with some big Light technique and you’re good! ...Right?

Fiora looks at him with a conflicted expression on her face. Then, she slowly shakes her head.

FIORA: I... I appreciate the confidence, Zeph, but truth is...

She hesitates, looking briefly to Shreya, who nods.

FIORA: ...I have no idea how I did that. The light thing at the Test of Attunement, I mean. It just... kinda... happened.

She shrugs. Beckett frowns, adopting a pensive expression.

BECKETT: Hmm. That does present a problem.

There is silence at the table for several long moments as everyone ponders Fiora’s predicament. Then, noticing Fiora’s discomfort, Shreya breaks the silence.

SHREYA: Ah, that reminds me! Beckett, have you learned anything about that reflection Fiora has been seeing?

ZEPH: What, in one day?! Shreya, not even Beckett could do--

BECKETT: I have, in fact!

Zeph spits his drink onto the floor in utter astonishment as Beckett continues:

BECKETT: Last night, I took some time to read through an old book of mine: Principles of Reflectional Travel.

ZEPH: Why would you own-- (sighs) What am I saying. Of course you would.

BECKETT: Right. At any rate, based on my initial studies, my best guess would be that this girl you are seeing, whomever she may be, is someone who became trapped in the Between during an unsuccessful attempt to travel to or from the Archikial Realm. As for why she keeps appearing to you, Fiora, I cannot be certain. Perhaps she hopes you will help her escape?

GRIFFIN: Wow, that’s impressive, Beckett! Gotta say, that theory makes a lot of sense now that you mention it.

SHREYA: I’m not sure why I haven’t thought of that before. Reflections allow us to travel between realms; if this girl keeps appearing inside a reflection, it makes sense she’d be trapped in the Between.

ZEPH: Okay, but why would she think Fiora could help her escape?

FIORA: Don’t ask me, I have no idea. I don’t even know what this “Between” thing is!

GRIFFIN: It’s... well, exactly what it sounds like. It’s a sort of “negative realm” that lies between the Stoicheal and Archikial Realms. We pass through it when we go from one to the other, but it’s rare for someone to wind up in the Between itself.

ZEPH: Rare, but not impossible. I’ve heard plenty of stories.

BECKETT: Speaking of stories...

Beckett glances pointedly at Zeph.

BECKETT: According to the book, the only way for someone to escape the Between is through a sufficiently powerful rip in time or space. You don’t happen to know any of those so-called Time- or Space-Attuned who may wish to help us out, do you?

Zeph blushes a deep shade of red.

ZEPH: Can’t say I do... I mean, even I know that the Lost Sources are, well, lost. Them being real doesn’t exactly help our situation.

GRIFFIN: Beckett, are you sure that’s the only way? What if this girl’s shadowing Fiora because it takes any Primal Attunement to set her free? A Light-Att, for example.

BECKETT: Not as far as I have found... but then, I haven’t been able to check the library yet. Perhaps a book there will shed more light on the subject.

Griffin laughs, and after a moment, Fiora, Shreya, and Zeph join in too. Beckett scowls at them when he realizes why.

BECKETT: That pun was not intentional, I assure you.

FIORA: It’s fine. Thanks for your help, Beckett! Let me know if you find anything else, okay?

BECKETT: Naturally. This is quite the intriguing project. I am happy to help.

Fiora smiles and returns to her breakfast. As everyone begins finishing their plates, Shreya takes a fork and clinks it against her glass.

SHREYA: Ah! In all the excitement and discussion, I’d nearly forgotten! Everyone, Fiora and I have an important announcement to make!

ZEPH: You’re officially dating?

FIORA (flustered): What?! No! I mean-- I-- (suddenly confused) Actually, what are you talking about, Shreya? Because I have no idea.

SHREYA: Last night, Fiora and I were--

FIORA (softly): Wait, Shreya, did you forget? We’re supposed to keep all that a secret, remember?

Shreya winks at her.

SHREYA: Oh, don’t worry, Fiora. It’s fine. (to the group) Fiora and I are both going to be inducted into the Defenders of the Flame!

Fiora stares, open-mouthed, at Shreya’s brazen announcement. The others all burst into excited cheers and congratulations.

ZEPH: What? The Order, already?! But they usually wait until third year to--

GRIFFIN: Rare, but it does happen. It’s quite the honor for a pair of first-years. Congratulations!

BECKETT: This may be a good time to mention that I myself have also been inducted into the Steel Bulwark. The ceremony will take place--

SHREYA: December 26th, right? That’s when ours is.

BECKETT: You are correct. It is quite the honor, to be certain.

ZEPH: Congrats, Beckett!

GRIFFIN: Doesn’t surprise me they inducted you all. Especially Fiora, what with the Light-Att thing. Here’s hoping I’ll be joining the three of you as a member of the Earthborn next year.

Throughout all of this, Fiora has been staring open-mouthed at everyone. Finally, she works up the nerve to speak.

FIORA: Wait, wait, Shreya! Isn’t this all supposed to be a secret?! And here you go blabbing it to everyone? Y’know, “keep it in confidence” and all that?

Shreya giggles, and the others laugh softly as well.

SHREYA: You really are so precious. The Stoicheal Orders love to keep up the façade, but to be quite honest...

GRIFFIN: They’re pretty much the worst-kept “secret” in existence. Everyone knows about ‘em.

ZEPH: Heck, my whole family have all been inducted into the Wave’s Crest, and they just love to blab about it at reunions.

BECKETT: It is true. The secrecy is all ceremonial; a relic of a bygone age when such things truly were necessary. Do not fret, Fiora.

FIORA: Wish I’d known that sooner. It kinda freaked me out a little. They just showed up, and pow! No more shadow monster.

ZEPH: Wait, it was the Defenders who rescued you?

SHREYA: That’s right. Dr. Swan herself, in fact!

ZEPH: Whoa...

SHREYA: Still, Fiora, I wouldn’t go bragging about our induction to just anyone. It’s quite rare for first-years, you know.

FIORA: Gotcha.

BECKETT: Well, the three of us, at least, have a month to prepare for the ceremonies. Not to mention studying for our regular classes, and in my case, continuing to research the mysterious reflection you’ve been seeing.

He grabs his breakfast tray and gets up from his chair.

BECKETT: Congratulations, Fiora, Shreya. Best of luck to you both.

He heads out of the dining hall. Fiora and Shreya look at one another.

FIORA: Guess that’s our cue. See you guys later?

ZEPH: For sure! Pend Pals forever, right?

GRIFFIN: Of course!

SHREYA: Great! We’ll see you both later.

Shreya and Fiora take their trays and follow Beckett out of the dining hall.

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Scene Notes: And so Act 2 begins! Kind of a slow chapter, but necessary for exposition. And, of course, getting the dragon links in there. Had to introduce ‘em somewhere...

Worldbuilding: Yes, the Defenders of the Flame aren’t the only Stoicheal Order out there! Three others have been namedropped so far: The Steel Bulwark (Metal-Att), the Earthborn (Earth-Att), and the Wave’s Crest (Water-Att). At this point it isn’t much of a spoiler to reveal that there’s an Order for the Wood- and Air-Atts as well. The Orders themselves act as a sort of combination honor society and internship opportunity for students; as Griffin said, usually students only get inducted as third-years. Guess Fiora, Shreya, and Beckett really are quite exceptional...

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Next: Private Tutoring

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