#the tie was almost yellow in the left one. and then my brain yelled THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER??? and i had 2 change it

[cozylittleartblog]

gooseworx in the glitchx livestream: i want to see people draw jax in a suit. people should draw him crying

me: sure thing, boss o7

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #art #jax #caine #ragatha #doodles #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus fanart #gooseworx #glitchx #the tie was almost yellow in the left one. and then my brain yelled THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER??? and i had 2 change it #too afton colored #also i think it's interesting that the characters can't change their own outfits. caine has to do it #they're like baked into their character models in-universe. that's a cool detail #so that's why he's the space filler. the rabt will be dapper he demands it #i hope they do get in the joke where pomni takes off her hat and the back of her head is empty. u just see eyes and the mouth modeling #i love video game humor. i have seen many such horrors playing phasmophobia while my pals load in

[free-pancakes]

Ok this is super cheesy but here goes; hanji: "you don't look like a professional criminal" levi: "oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal lector or something" sorry its rlly cheap but I wanna see some sort of crime au or whatever. Love ur drabbles btw! Keep it up! :)

oh gosh anon, this has been sitting in my inbox for months, i'm so sorry! might be a lil boring, but! i'm all for stupid levihan banter and it made me really happy to write this :) hope u like it!

Under the cover of night, a hooded figure crept through darkness. On the security cameras, it was nothing but a questionable shadow—blink once and it was gone. That’s how it always went.

“What the—“

Reiner turned, peering down the outdoor alleyway. His fellow security guard was no longer standing under a small lamp hanging above the corner of the building.

“B-Bertholdt?” he called?

Before Reiner could call out once more, he heard a voice whispering behind him into his right ear.

“If you open the door, I’ll let you off easy.”

Eyeing the crowbar on the ground, Reiner reached quickly. But he was too late—a hand grabbed him by the forearm. He struggled and was quickly brought to the ground.

“How could someone so small bring me down so fast??” he thought. Before he could even elbow back, he felt a needle sink into his neck, and he yelled out.

The hooded figure stood up.

“Just a small sedative—don’t worry. You won’t remember that a guy half your size took u down in less than...” He peered at his wristwatch—“20 seconds.”

As the hooded teen stood up, a small buzz vibrated in his pocket.

He unlocked his phone, the glow lighting up his face, the dark circles under his eyes now looking much more prominent.

A text from Erwin: “Levi, thermal imaging shows no one else in the building. Meet back with Nanaba in an hour.”

Levi shoved his phone back into his pocket, and got to work. He lifted a limp Reiner off the ground and dragged his arm up to the sensor, pressing his thumb against the fingerprint scanner—“Access Granted” blinked on the small screen as he heard the little click of the door unlocking from the inside. He dusted his hands off on his grey denim jeans, and crept inside.

The slight squeaking of his sneakers on the metal floor panels echoed as he searched for the room he was looking for. On his way he saw a pair of glasses resting on a side table at the end of a hallway, which he found quite strange—who’d just forget their glasses? Erwin confirmed no one else was around. After a few seconds, he decided to shrug it off.

Finally, he reached the last door in the winding hallway. Shining a special penlight, he watched as fingerprints appeared on the keypad on the doorknob, and once he figured out his code, he punched it in with the end of his penlight, and he was in.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled down his hood. His least favorite part of the job—he had always been more of the fighter of their team, the brawn, not exactly the brains. But Mike made sure he learned how to break into computer systems, and Levi absolutely hated that process, with Mike’s constant teasing at how dense his brain was to this stuff. Levi grumbled as he sat down, figuring his way in.

Maybe 10 minutes passed, and he continued to struggle figuring his way through the complicated firewalls. In frustration he buried his head into hands for a few seconds, and took a deep breath. Before he could look back up, he suddenly felt a hand pat his back encouragingly.

“There, there, you almost got it!”

Completely startled, Levi jumped up, knocking down the chair he was sitting on and assumed a fighting stance, fists up beside his face. He was caught off guard and completely unprepared: he had no more sedative syringes left, no other weapons on hand. He stared at the person who stood before him, probably the same age as him—no more than 19—a smile on their face, brown hair falling out of the poor hair tie trying to hold the mess up, a can of soda in their right hand and a small bag of chips in their left and— they were wearing the same pair of glasses he saw outside?

His mind raced.

How did they sneak in without him noticing just now? Why are they holding snacks in their hands? Why in God’s name were they smiling at him? And most importantly, they were wearing those glasses, so they had to have been around when a Erwin did the thermal scan—how did they manage to go undetected??

Obnoxious crunching roused him from his thoughts. Mouth full of half-chewed chips, they answered: “Oh! Yes! My friend Moblit and I managed to invent this little guy help us evade thermal scanners! No one knows we’ve been spending nights here for years!” They said as they pointed down to a small metal band around their ankle.

Levi was so shocked, he didn’t even realized he said that last thought out loud. He didn’t know what to do exactly, but they didn’t… seem like a threat…

Levi grumbled, and returned to his work, and she blabbered on and on about how their “cooling band” or whatever the hell they called it work as he kept trying to break through the firewall. He almost regretted not tying them up and slapping tape over their mouth so he could concentrate—the next comment was the last straw.

“You’re pretty scrawny, I was quite shocked when I watched you take down those 2 buffoons that call themselves security guards. You know… you don't look like a professional criminal!”

Levi almost threw the keyboard against the wall.

“Oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal Lector or something, Four-Eyes!”

They smiled.

“Wow, a nickname! So we’re friends already, Levi!”

Levi paused, “…How did you know my name?”

“It’s right here! Levi Ackerman… Address: 126—“ they listed off as they read off the driver’s license ID they pulled out of his wallet.

Levi snatched his wallet back. “When the hell did you take that??”

He almost screamed in annoyance. “Instead of just sitting here annoying the hell out of me or some shit, why don’t you help me or something??”

They walked up behind Levi, rested their chin nonchalantly on his shoulder, and reached their arms around him towards the keyboard.

Levi felt blood rush to his cheeks. Why—what? Why did they have to type this way?? Why was he blushing??

And in less than 30 seconds, they broke into the computer, the “Zeke Inc.” logo disappearing, and the desktop glowing, open on the screen.

Levi’s jaw dropped, and when he finally registered what happened, he yelled:

“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT FROM THE BEGINNING??”

They put their hands on their hips and retorted:

“Well, you didn’t ask until now!”

Before Levi could flip the desk in frustration, an alarm sounded from his phone. He only had 5 minutes left before he had to make his way out of there. Quickly, he rushed in, scrolling through shipments for supplies, rerouting their destinations.

“Oh… so you’re like a… a gloomy Robin Hood huh? Small boy steals from big boy company to distribute resources to those who need it? A criminal… or an anti-hero maybe!”

“Oh wait!” They leaned in next to Levi once more—“Here, this is faster,” they whispered while hitting a few more keyboard shortcuts, doubling the amount of shipments.

“Hange, what are you doing??” A young boy stood in the doorway, the same metal band on his ankle.

Levi’s alarm sounded, and he began to wipe down the keyboard of his fingerprints and grab his backpack.

“Hange are you sure we can trust him?” Moblit asked as Hange took off the metal band from their ankle.

Hange winked in response.

“Oi, Levi!”

Levi turned in the doorway, quickly raising his hands to catch the band Hange threw at him.

“Take it!” They yelled, and the heavy door shut right in front of him, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Levi stared at the band in his palm, and gently wrapped his fingers around it.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and ran off.

As Levi ran under the night sky, he looked at the intricate tech in his hand, and noticed the color yellow peeking out from under it. Flipping it over in his palm, he found a yellow sticky note, which read:

“We’ll trade you our tech for housing if you have space, gloomy Robin Hood! Maybe we could even steal from something big like Marley Corp. someday! If you’re in, find me back here tomorrow night! - Four-Eyes”

Levi carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

“Levi?” Nanaba called as he approached.

“Didn’t recognize you—are you… happy about something?”

Levi inadvertently reached his hand up to his face, feeling how his lips curved upwards. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever smiled. His mind was fixated on the note in his pocket, the image of Hange’s face smiling at him etched clearly in his mind.

“…I guess I am, Nana.”

#levihan #levihan fanfic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hanji #levihan fanfiction #ask #replies #drabble #moblit berner #erwin smith #nanaba

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

re: your last ask about the time travel shenanigans—holy fuck yes please more of this. like, not only is it funny as hell, which i appreciate, but it's also a. more c!thomas and b. points to just how interestingly both the plot and characters of this series have grown over the years and i am ALL for it

"Janus!" is the first thing Thomas exclaims when he sees the Side Formerly Known Exclusively As Deceit rise up where Logan would usually stand. Which just might be a mistake, if Janus’s expression is anything to go by.

Okay, in Thomas's defence -

This is a really, really weird day, even by his standards. Because, like, Logan's currently standing in front of the stairs, and that's not where Logan's supposed to be, and his shirt and tie are all wrong. And had had been grinning. Openly. He had been openly grinning when Thomas had first woken up and looked in his wardrobe and realized that his favorite t-shirt apparently doesn't exist anymore and all his clothes are a half-size smaller than he's used to but also they still fit and - okay, no, back to Logan. He'd gone downstairs and tripped over a chair that wasn't supposed to be there and called out Logic. And he'd been about to ask him what's going on and why everything feels so off and also why Logan's standing in Virgil's usual spot instead of over to the right of the stairs. But then he'd noticed all the aforementioned Very Weird Clothing Things. And he'd stopped and said, "Uh, Logan?" and Logan's grin had dropped and he'd stared at Thomas for a full ten seconds then whispered, "what the fuck," with great emotion.

And then Patton had shown up with a ridiculous amount of pun-riddled cheerfulness that Thomas had been able to clock as sixty-percent fake within about half a second. And his clothes had been all wrong, too, and after a lot of confused, borderline-incomprehensible yelling at each other, Roman had showed up and added to the chaos.

"I am scared and confused and on the verge of completely losing it!" Thomas had declared at some point, which had been the cue for an ominous music sting somewhere to Thomas's right that made everybody jolt in terrified unison.

"Did somebody say scared and confused and on the verge of completely losing it?"

"Virgil, thank god!" Thomas had practically yelled, and just about thrown himself across the room to get to him - before pausing midway and allowing his brain to process... wrong hoodie. Wrong amount of eyeshadow. "Wait. No, hang on, is this - "

"FUCKING WHO," Virgil shrieked, leaping backwards half a flight of stairs, which had led to another round of confused yelling, with Thomas trying to assure them all that he's fine he hasn't had some sort of strange head injury or whatever, he's just really happy to see Virgil and no of course that's not weird, what do you mean who's Virgil, that's Virgil right over there, Roman please put down that sword things are already out of hand -

And at some point Thomas had got it into his head that the most reasonable course of events was to summon the one person who always seems to know everything that everybody else doesn't, which brings everything up to speed, more or less. Roman had gone, "Thomas, what are you doing," and Thomas, feeling slightly manic at this point, had said, "I'm trying to summon a demon, obviously," because the best way to get hold of a certain someone probably is blatant lying, and boom, instant Janus.

"Jeee-sus Christ on a cookie-shaped canoe, what is he doing here?!"

"Janus!"

So, Janus pops up, he looks literally the same as he always has (except maybe with shorter hair? Wait, they all have shorter hair, including Thomas, wait a second -) with his half-snake-face and his hat and gloves that cosy-looking capelet of his. And although his expression reflects faint bewilderment and that very particular 'wait, what' emotion that results in being pulled abruptly away from something you were busy with, he looks so normal that Thomas thinks for a moment he might be the only sane person left.

But then Janus makes a series of start-and-stop noises of incomprehension, and gestures wildly towards Virgil, who's crouched midway up on the stairs behind Logan, looking like a cornered wild animal, and snaps, "Why for the love of everything that's holy would you tell him my name?"

"You think this is me?" Virgil retorts, hands going up to grab desperately at the bars lining the side of the staircase. "I don't understand anything that's going on! He somehow knows my name! He's - he's being nice to me!"

It suddenly occurs to Thomas that this might just possibly be a time travel sort of thing. It would explain the clothes shift. And the altered layout of his house. And the fact that when he'd checked his phone this morning it had told him it was 2016, and also it hadn't been his phone, it had been the one he'd broken a few years ago in a tragic piano-moving-related accident.

...Okay, yeah, this is absolutely a time travel thing.

"Is somebody going to explain why Thomas ruined all of our heartfelt name reveal moments in one fell swoop?" Roman demands. "I thought we agreed we were going to do them gradually and draw them out as long as possible for dramatic effect!"

"I agreed to none of that," Virgil snaps from his position halfway up the stairs.

"Yes," says Logan, "yes, I think we all would like to know what's going on. Thomas? What's going on?"

"Uh - " Thomas, who has just come to a rather startling realization about time travel and also about how shitty his Sides' taste in costumes were pre-wardrobe change, doesn't really have a prepared answer for this. "I have... I am - I just - "

Thomas struggles for words. Really struggles. And everyone's just standing there, watching him with expressions that range from terror to confusion to suspicion, and they all look so weirdly young in a way that's hard to pin down. It's the clothes. It's probably the clothes, or maybe it's the way they hold themselves. Roman, carelessly confident, without a doubt in the world. Patton, still wearing a fixed dad-grin, politely baffled and looking back and forth. Logan, who hasn't been systematically beaten down and pushed back over the course of many, many years. Virgil, who's basically just a ball of grey-and-black anger and acerbic anger at this point. Janus, who's... Janus. Who's looking at him in a way that Janus has never looked at him before.

And Remus is probably lurking somewhere in the back of his mind, too, doing whatever Remus does, and - would Remus be any different now, four years prior? Thomas hadn't had any significant problems with intrusive thoughts, not back then... or, well, back now. Maybe he's calmer, maybe Thomas could actually talk with him. Try to work something out, try to understand.

But wait, he's still got to give the Sides right here and right now an answer.

Hm.

...Thomas has been through a lot in the past four years. Not, like, fantasy protagonist a lot, but more like a extended psychological journey of self-discovery and mental health crises. Now, he wouldn't trade any of this for the world, because he's learned a hell of a lot about himself in the process - but also? The Sides have put him through a lot of horrifying realization-type things.

Which is why he absolutely one hundred percent deserves to do what he's about to do next.

"I," says Thomas, with an extraordinary amount of confidence and self-assuredness, "am psychic."

And the dead silence holds. Now even Patton is staring at him in disbelief. Janus has graduated into outright horror, his face twisted up into a oh god no I am somehow responsible for letting him delude himself this far expression.

"Thomas!" Roman gasps, almost instantly lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. "Oh, Thomas, I'm so proud, we've been working on this for years. Tell me, does this extend to telekinesis, or just somehow knowing all our names and nothing else?"

"What?" Janus says. "What - no. No, you can't seriously be going along with this - what? That... what? That doesn't even make any sense?" He turns wildly from left to right, and - okay, it's very enjoyable to see him out of his depth, to be perfectly honest. Thomas likes Janus a lot, knows he has his best interests at heart, but the whole courtroom thing had been a major dick move. This is satisfying. "Are any of you getting this? Does anyone here understand what's going on?"

"I'm psychic," Thomas repeats doggedly. "I acquired magical psychic powers and now I know all of your names and tragic backstories. Surprise! I unlocked my full potential and the ninety-percent of my brain power that I wasn't using."

"That's - that's a widely-perpetuated and wildly incorrect myth," Logan says weakly.

"Nope. Turns out it's true, and I was only using ten percent of it, and now that I've gone full big-brain, I know that Patton's repressing all his bad feelings because he doesn't want to bother anyone with them, Virgil acts all scary and menacing because he thinks it's the only way that I'll ever listen to him, and Janus is secretly a huge dork with a heart of gold - uh, yellow, I guess."

"How dare you," Janus breathes, looking horrified.

"Wha - " Patton suddenly looks very pale indeed.

"Also, Roman, you're my hero; Logan, please never stop smiling like that ever again, it's literally my favorite thing in the world and if you ever stop being enthusiastic about teaching me things I will cry - and Virgil, I love you."

Virgil lets out a choked little noise like he's just been punched directly in the stomach.

"I love all of you," Thomas adds, an afterthought. "I never say that enough. Janus, that goes for you as well. You're right, I need to take care of myself more."

"I'm - " Janus is still looking around at everyone in complete disbelief, but now his gaze fixes onto Thomas, his eyes wide. "I'm what?"

Thomas is now on a roll. An extremely cathartic sort of roll. "And Remus -"

Everybody immediately panics. Virgil and Logan's hands both immediately leap up to clasp over their mouths, which seems to be a reflexive reaction on Janus's behalf. Patton lets out a deranged-sounding high pitched giggle that edges into genuine hysteria.

"Brother? What brother? I don't know what a brother is!" Roman says loudly. "I've never had a brother in my life! Thomas, your glorious psychic powers are malfunctioning. Have you tried turning them off and turning them on again?"

" - I'm not going to lie and say I love him, but -" Thomas stops abruptly, and staggers  backwards to catch himself on the couch as a thought strikes him out of literally nowhere. "Son of a bitch -"

"Does being psychic make you swear a lot?" Patton asks weakly. "Because, uh. Not sure I like this side of you, kiddo - "

"Logan," says Thomas. "Logan, what's the date today? This is so, so important, what's the date."

"It's... October," Logan says, very slowly. "October twentieth. 2016?"

"Holy shit," Thomas whispers, and then says it louder, "holy shit. Okay, listen. I was going to sort out all of our collective psychological issues in one impressive emotional speedrun, but I've realized we have something much more important to do." He pauses, and takes in a very deep, shuddering breath. "Guys. We can save Vine. Excuse me. I've just realized I’ve got to make a lot of calls."

#storytime #timeswap au #asks #please note that everything in my storytime tag is (by definition) rushed and unedited content and this is no exception #that being said. enjoy. #character!thomas #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #sad to announce that remus is once again not here :( #Anonymous

[captainjimothycarter]

Trope meme for Steggy 48. Fake dating and 60. Poorly timed confession

This is...whatever my brain came up with.

“Are you alone?”

Steve looked up from where he was sketching in the notebook, running a hand through his hair. He knew her - the bright-eyed woman above him. She looked stunning with her hair perfectly pinned to mimic Victorian Curls and bright red lips. Her hazel eyes looked to be searching his, almost frantic and nervous. He could see how she struggled not to look behind her.

He did for her, seeing a bunch of frat boys from their classes clambering around the front entrance to the diner. A nasty feeling in his gut told him they were also around back.

She spoke without moving her lips too much, holding onto her jacket like she might take a seat and Steve could easily put the two and two together. They thought she was meeting him here and on the off chance she wasn’t, they were going to pounce.

They were waiting for her to exit and while Peggy was amazing in the classroom with her snappy comebacks and sass and putting the sexist pigs in their place, there was no way she could fight off the five, if not more, boys waiting for her.

And he knew she could throw a punch after watching her sock Hodge, the leader of this group, in the face after a nasty comment and accidentally caught an elbow in his gut when he was behind her in the library.

She was still waiting for an answer, her face carefully poised.

“I-no, I mean…” He flinched at his own words and Peggy gave a small laugh. “I mean, yes I am. I’m here alone. Here.”

He helped her sit down, feeling how shaken she was under his fingertips and waving to the waitress. Angie instantly came by, putting down a few drinks and a basket of fries and winking at Steve as she left.

“I-didn’t, I wouldn’t ever order for you, I mean…” Peggy’s brow rose and Steve swallowed slightly. “I just...she just did that.”

Peggy laughed again, sounding more relieved this time as she picked up a fry and bit into it. “Angie is just like that. Always insisting she’s miss matchmaker. You’re Steve, right? From my history and French class?”

“Yeah, and just about any other time I’m in the library. Are you alright? What the hell are those guys doing outside?”

They were still waiting, passing a bottle back and forth, still glaring at the window. He got an icky, nasty feeling as he looked out at them.

“Being douchebags,” she huffed. “Hodge, it seems doesn’t like that I scored higher than him in our last test in History nor does he like it that I socked him in the face after that nasty comment about my brother. I’m surprised I didn’t get expelled for that one.”

She seemed to eye the way Steve’s ears turned a shade of pink but didn’t say anything as he picked up a fry and twirled it around his fingers.

“I’ve been hearing them talk all week about it. He’s in my biology class too, unfortunately. Dumb as a sack of rocks, that one. He has some pretty transphobic views too.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Unsurprisingly. I wonder how the hell he even got into the university in the first place.”

“Oh, his dad donates a hell of a lot to the college and bribed the board members.” Realizing how sure of himself he sounded, Steve cleared his throat. “Or so I’ve heard. So, Hodge is pissed about that so he decided to what? Track you down?”

“So to speak, yes. He wanted to show me a lesson. In what a sexist asshole he is, then that’s already done. I ran to the first public place I saw and saw you sitting here, I hope that’s okay. I’m not ruining anything am I?”

She sounded generally concerned and Steve had to force himself to put down his drink to meet her eyes. Under his yellow light, he could make out the hints of gold reflecting in them. “No, no. I was just wasting time. I didn’t feel like being by myself in the dorm while Sam and Bucky are on their date. Plus, Angie is good company. Sometimes.”

“I heard that!”

Steve and Peggy both laughed at the shout from the kitchen.

--

It was close to two in the morning by the time the pair had decided to leave. Steve hadn’t even noticed how their hands were joined together, having reached for the same salt shaker. They’d never pulled them apart.

They had talked about everything from classes, to how Professor Coulson was heard to be the worst and best teacher, their families, even if Steve was reluctant on his.

And the guys still waited, growing increasingly impatient and nasty in their looks.

It didn’t surprise Steve when the door kicked open and a very drunk Hodge stood there. Peggy stood up instantly, half shoving Steve behind her.

“Carte-r-r-r-” He stumbled a few steps and stood face-to-face with her and Steve had to give Peggy props, she didn’t even flinch as he burped. “I got a b-bone to pick with you!”

The second he went to touch her, Steve jumped to his feet and shoved Hodge back, sending him tumbling back. Somehow the broad bastard kept his balance.

“You lil’ scrimp!” The man was yelling now, charging after Steve until he sidestepped the idiot and it sent him hitting the table head-first.

Steve snorted.

“What? You two datin’ now?” He glared between Peggy and Steve like they were nothing but dog shit under his boot. “Always knew you liked wimpy guys, that why you never went out with me, Carter?”

Peggy huffed. “I never went out with you, Hodge because you’re an arrogant, sexist pig who can’t count down from ten without being confused. Or answer a basic question. How you tie your shoes together, I’m unsure. And for your information yes we are.”

She pulled Steve in by his shoulders, laying a swift kiss on his temple.

“You ain’t gonna get high grades that way, Carter! Suckin’ the dick of the dean of the college’s kid!”

“You’re the dean’s kid?” Peggy had spun around to look at Steve, ignoring Hodge when he stumbled back to them.

Steve could feel his face heating up and nod. “Yeah, uh, Chester Phillips is my step-dad and he hates this son of a bitch here.”

“Only bitch I see is you!” Hodge went to snarl at Steve, any advancements he made were blocked off by Peggy’s fist to his throat. It dropped him down fast.

The guy was wheezing and Steve couldn’t even feel bad, even as flashing blue lights indicated Angie must’ve called the police. “Next time,” Angie told them as she handed Peggy a stun gun. “Use this on the bastard. He runs his mouth too much.”

--

Steve was exhausted. It was near four in the morning by the time they’d got back on campus. Hodge had been promptly for a combination of things, including assault and underage drinking, not to mention most of his crew taken with him.

They’d stayed late to help clean up the mess and give their statements, but still, Peggy hadn’t said a word about Dean Phillips being his step-dad. Even as they were walking up to her dorm.

“So,” Steve sighed as they stopped outside of her room. “I guess you don’t want to see me anymore?”

Even with the bags under her eyes, she looked beautiful, if not confused. “And why wouldn’t I, Steve? Because your step-dad is the dean of the college? Or because I told Hodge we were dating?”

His shoulders shrugged. “Both, I guess. I just…” He made a noise in the back of his throat.

“What you did tonight, standing up for me, to an idiot like Hodge was very brave and I thank you.” She smiled as she bends down to barely brush her lips over his. “As for who your step-dad is… I don’t care. I know you got in on your marks, on your smarts, as did I. Even if we were to date, it would be because I like you, not for Phillips.”

The kiss had all but frazzled his brain, catching odd ends of her sentence. “Wait - like me…? You-you, like me?”

Peggy couldn’t help the small laugh. “I have since our first group assignment together.”

Right. That was…news to him, but it made sense with the knowledge that Peggy always seemed ready to ask him something before changing the topic.

“I...I uh...would you want to...go out sometime then? A proper date.”

“Only after this gal has had some sleep. Thank you for everything, Steve. Shall we say...noon tomorrow?”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steggy Prompt #CJC's Story #babylawyeroq

[xplrerdolan]

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 [ 𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘋𝘖𝘓𝘈𝘕 ]

⤬ SUMMARY: Your relationship with Ethan is a little complicated -- after meeting him at a bar and fucking him in what was meant to be a one-night stand, you can’t seem to get rid of him. The cocky asshole won’t leave you alone, and, if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t leave him alone either. You hate him, detest him, can’t stand him -- but god does he know how to fuck you just right. You know this cycle can’t lead anywhere good… or, can it?

⤬ WARNINGS: lots of aggressive sex, lots of sex, sex, and some fluff to tie it all together

⤬ A/N: when i first posted this, i was returning from a 5-week hiatus that i had taken to finish up my semester. the original author’s note was, “i’m back >:)”, which i feel speaks to the significance of this piece. for a longer author’s note with a greater explanation, please click here.

⤬ WORD COUNT: 14.3k

© xplrer on Tumblr // asteriasyzygy on Wattpad - formerly known as aphroditedolan

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“So, what do you like to do for fun?” you asked, an optimistic smile upturned on your face, leaning in to force yourself to believe you were interested. Maybe if you acted out the body language, you could trick your brain into liking this guy.

Ricky, his name was. You repeated it in your head over and over, not wanting to awkwardly forget it. He looked sort of similar to his Tinder profile pictures, enough so that you couldn’t cry catfish. “I like hunting and fishing a lot,” Ricky said, and you bristled.

You tried not to show it, tried to salvage whatever was left of your chances of getting a good fuck out of your third Tinder date of the week, but jesus did you hate guys who hunted and fished. Whether you ate animals or not, it was such a weird and fucked up hobby. The fact that people saw hunting and fishing -- killing animals -- as a means of fun rather than survival rubbed you all the wrong ways. 

“What do you like about it?” you tried, as you had been all night.

“Well, I used to do it with my dad,” he said, a small smile coming across his features. For a second, you relaxed, thinking perhaps there’d be a sentimental moment, and maybe you could look past his dirty habit, because maybe it held nostalgic value. But then, he continued. “Plus, there’s something real amazing about taking down an animal bigger than you. Kind of exhilarating, actually.”

You let out a deflated sigh, all the hope for the evening rushing out of your body. You twirled your vodka cranberry around in its cup, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. You looked away from your “date” to glance at the television, briefly assessing the score plastered across the bottom of the screen to see what team was winning. When the hockey game on the screen didn’t pique your interest, you glanced around at the sticky bartop, little spills of water, soda, and juice that had yet to be taken care of because of the rush of customers, barely noticeable in the dingy, yellow light of the bar. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you told Ricky, with the bearded man barely looking up from his beer as he grunted a sound of acknowledgement, eyes glued to the TV. You were almost certain he’d wanted to take you there just to watch the game. He didn’t seem to notice you take your drink with  you on your way to the “bathroom.” 

Really, you were just ready to give it up and call it quits. You were fully prepared to call a taxi to take you home, shower, and go to sleep. You even pulled out your phone to order a ride when you were knocked into, your drink spilling all over your white top. 

You were ready to apologize, the words forming in the back of your throat as you looked up in shock at the much larger man who’d caused you to make the mess in the first place. But before you could even make a sound, you were being yelled at. “Hey, watch where you’re going!”

His voice was rough, and he was clearly angry. For a second, you were worried this stranger was going to try to pick a fight with you, and considering how much larger he was than you, it would be no question how it would turn out. But when he got a good look at you, and saw what the liquid had done to your shirt, a smirk slowly spread across his face. “Nice tits,” he commented, his eyes nearly smoldering. He let his eyes roam over your body and you felt like you were going to be sick.

“Gross,” you replied back, slamming your now-empty glass on the counter beside him, walking toward the exit with even more purpose than before. 

“Hey, hey, wait up,” he called after you, his eyes fixed on the curve of your ass while you walked away from him. You didn’t turn back to face him while you marched forward to get back to your house. Once outside, you thought you’d be in the clear, but this guy was particularly persistent. 

His hand gripped your wrist, making you turn toward him and pull yourself out of his grasp. “What?!” you spat at him, your anger flaring in your chest.

He scoffed at you, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Well, I was going to say sorry for snapping, but now I’d say we’re even,” he said, his tone accusatory. 

“Even?” you challenged, stressing the word as you narrowed your eyes at him. “You yelled at me and then told me I had nice tits.”

“Yeah, I gave you a compliment and everything. You’ve just been nasty to me,” he said, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer to you.

You leaned even closer to him, getting a little more in his face. “That wasn’t a compliment, and I don’t owe you anything.”

“Never said you did,” he said, his voice rising again out of irritation. 

“There you go, yelling again,” you accused, your noses practically touching at this point.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” His voice continued to get louder, making you growl and do the only thing you could think of at that moment -- you kissed him.

The kiss could only be described as angry; nothing but passion, teeth, and smashed lips. But he reciprocated and was clearly eager to. All the anger from tonight and your sexual frustration for the past month was coming out into this kiss, and he seemed to be letting things out, too. Just as his arms were moving to grip your waist and pull you closer to him, you got a notification that your driver was here, and would be departing in five minutes. 

You hesitated only briefly, looking up at the guy you’d been kissing to meet his lust-filled gaze, eyeing his full, slightly swollen lips before grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him towards your cab.

“Oh, it’s fine when you do it, but not when I do it,” he said, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Shut up,” you retorted, rolling your eyes right back, even though he couldn’t see you. You both got into the backseat of a Honda Civic, immediately going back to kissing him as soon as he shut the door. 

The ride was mostly silent, save for the driver turning up his music so he didn’t have to hear the two of you smacking lips in the back of his car. Normally, you wouldn’t be acting this way in a stranger’s car. You were surprising yourself. But this guy just made you so angry, it was like you couldn’t think straight. Plus, it was hard to resist his lips.

When the car stopped, and you saw you’d reached your destination, you pulled yourself away from the guy to get out of the car. You hastily paid the driver on your phone, tipping him a good amount for having to deal with your out-of-control behavior, and ran up to your apartment. 

It was on the second floor of a two-story complex, more a condo than anything else. As you walked up the stairs, the guy grabbed a handful of your ass, and you moaned just loud enough for him to hear. When you made it to your front door, you hastily reached inside your purse to unlock the door, with the guy gripping you from behind while he placed open-mouthed, hot kisses into the skin on your neck. He let his hands trail up your stomach and over your still-wet breasts, nearly growling as he squeezed them.

The pleasure he was giving you clouded your mind, making you fumble with your keys. Growing impatient, he grabbed your keys from your hand and opened the door himself, which mildly annoyed you, but you were too focused on getting him in your bed to care.

You hurriedly closed and locked the door behind you, turning around to meet the man’s lips. You moaned openly into the kiss, your arms wrapping around him as he pulled you flush against him. You didn’t want to pull away again, but you had to to take him to your bedroom. You didn’t bother turning the lights on, only slightly stumbling over some objects as you made your way to your bed. You pulled him onto the bed with you, his hard body situating itself between your legs with ease. Your lips reconnected with his, once again releasing some of that anger you’d been holding in all night. 

He helped you lift your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy bra you’d worn underneath. You knew that in the dark, he couldn’t see it, but that didn’t stop him from dipping his head to kiss the tops of the swells of your breasts that peeked over the fabric. He reached behind you to impressively snap off your bra, tossing it over his shoulder somewhere while he gripped one of your breasts in his hand and brought his lips to your nipple. You arched into his touch, your hands flying into his hair, pulling on the dark strands. He groaned at the feeling, and you pulled harder, making him bite the hardened bud to make you squeal. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him the ability to grind your bodies together, a whine escaping you as his jeans moved against yours, his hands moving to unbutton them. He undid both your jeans and helped you pull yours down before pulling his own down. He was quick to rid himself of his boxers, leaving you barely able to make out the size of his length. He ripped your panties off your body with a harsh tug, making you protest with a shout.

“Hey, those were nice!” you hissed at him, giving his shoulder a shove -- which did nothing, given his stature and strength. 

“I think you’ll live,” he replied sarcastically. “My name’s Ethan by the way. You’ll need to know that in a second.”

“For wha-- oh, god, Ethan!”

He’d sheathed himself fully inside you in one swift motion, making your body jerk away from him while your hands flew to his back, nails digging ruthlessly into his skin. He hissed at the feeling, his hands moving to your waist to hold you there instead of trying to escape him.

“Told you,” he smirked, beginning to snap his hips forward to meet yours.

Your legs wrapped tightly around his middle which only pulled him deeper, a sensation you both wanted to run from and wanted more of. It was extremely jarring; a feeling you’d never experienced with any other man. You could only moan in response to the feeling, your hips bucking up to meet his as your body craved more of him. 

The man -- Ethan -- pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock. “Hands and knees,” he ordered, slapping your thigh quickly. You complied, flipping over exhaustedly while you presented yourself to him. 

He spit onto your pussy, lubricating it even more than it already was, before sliding back inside you with ease. You pushed back on him, making him bottom out, which made him curse heavily and grab your hips with brute force. He started rocking your body back onto him while thrusting forward, taking complete control of you.

“You like that?” he asked through gritted teeth, his thighs slapping melodically against yours. “You like when I fuck you this hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

He bent over your body, his head next to your ear while he took a fistful of your hair to pull him back towards himself. “Of course you do, you little slut. Bet you want it harder,” he taunted you, laughing a little while he continued slamming his cock into you. 

“Yeah, right, like you can go harder,” you said, truly not believing that he could possibly fuck you any harder than he already was.

He laughed again, his free hand moving to spank you harshly. “You’re gonna regret that,” he muttered, sitting up and letting go of your hair. 

He grabbed your hips again, pulling out of you almost entirely to thrust fully back in with a force that had you screaming. He was pulling you back as he pushed forward, but with enough force behind his thrusts that his grip on your middle was the only thing holding you up. 

Him being so rough with you had a coil in your core tightening faster than any man had ever achieved. “Ethan,” you screamed, your eyes starting to cloud with tears as pleasure overwhelmed you. “I’m gonna cum,” you warned, your voice going higher and higher in pitch. 

“Give it to me, baby,” he encouraged, continuing his lethal attack to your body. You came harder than you ever had, actually managing to squirt onto him, a feeling that was enough to trigger his own orgasm.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked quickly.

“Inside me, cum inside me, please,” you begged, fighting to push back against him to get him deeper. 

“Fuck—“ he grunted, stilling behind you while he emptied his load into you. “I hope you’re on the pill,” he said as he came down, realizing how bad this situation could turn out if you weren’t.

“Obviously I am, dumbass,” you said, your mind still reeling from how hot the sex you’d just had was. 

“It’s actually not obvious, asshole,” he retorted, slapping you on the ass before pulling out. 

You were completely exhausted, watching him move around your room from your position on your bed, your fucked out form just laying there with a stranger’s cum leaking out of you. As Ethan got dressed, he looked at you with a smirk. “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re screaming my name instead of screaming at me,” he quipped, winking at you. 

“You yelled at me,” you grumbled, honestly too tired to fight him. 

“Whatever,” he said, moving over to your phone on your nightstand. You were going to protest, really, you were — but you were so tired you couldn’t care. 

He unlocked your phone with your thumb, quickly adding himself to your contacts and sending his own phone a text from yours. He looked over at you when he finished, tilting his head to look at your still naked body, covered in sweat, his cum still dripping from you. It was a gorgeous sight, and he wanted to do something gentle, soft; show his gratitude and appreciation for you. But instead, he settled on a quick slap to your ass, which you whined at the contact of, still sensitive after such an intense fuck. 

He let himself out, and you made the small effort of getting under your covers and curling up to fall asleep. You thought that would be the last you’d ever hear or see of Ethan, and you were fine with that. You’d probably regret fucking him later -- he was such a jerk. The way he acted was gross. You’d normally never let a guy like him anywhere near your bed -- let alone your pussy. 

You’d also never been more wrong about a situation.

The next morning, you groaned as you turned over in your bed, your muscles absolutely killing you. It was a soreness you loved; a sign of a truly good fuck. You’d needed it, and as much as it hurt to move right now, you were grateful for it. You felt at ease, especially having let out such an exuberant amount of emotions the night prior. 

You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that peeked through the curtains, and reached your arm over to your nightstand. You grabbed your phone, checking to see the time. It was ten in the morning on a Saturday, and you sat up with a heavy yawn. You scrolled through your notifications, and ended up with a furrowed brow. There was a text from an unknown number, with just the details of an address. 

You were surprised to find that you’d sent your address and they’d sent theirs. This happened last night, which you could see from the timestamp which read 2:36am. You could tell the number belonged to Ethan, and you didn’t bother putting his name in. You really didn’t have any other plans to see him again -- one good fuck would be fine for you. 

You got out of bed, still naked from the night before, and shuffled over to your shower. You turned the water on hot, brushing your teeth while you waited for the water to get warmer. Your attention was called to your phone when it vibrated, rolling your eyes when you saw who the text was from. Ethan’s number. You decided to ignore it, getting into the shower and allowing the hot water to roll over your body. You scrubbed away the makeup and memories from the night before, focusing on massaging your muscles. You washed your hair, face, and body, turning off the water and grabbing your towel to pat yourself dry before putting your robe on. 

You checked your phone to see you actually had seven unread messages from Ethan’s number. With a roll of your eyes, you unlocked your phone to read the texts. 

(unknown number): hey. left my belt at your place. gonna stop by today to grab it (unknown number): actually i have to come over sooner than later (unknown number): will you fucking answer (unknown number): i swear if you’re ignoring me (unknown number): i just realized i don’t even know your name (unknown number): girl with the nice tits, answer your phone (unknown number): brat, answer your phone

You felt anger flare in your chest at the sheer disrespect of his tone talking to you. You let this guy fuck you last night. And fuck, did it piss you off that he thought he could talk to you like that.

(you): i should accidentally take a pair of scissors and destroy your belt for how you talk to me

He replied almost instantly. 

(unknown number): and i should accidentally shove my dick down your throat for how YOU talk to ME

Although you were frowning at your phone, staring at his words with a harsh glare, you couldn’t deny the heat between your legs at the thought. You were really into shit like that; being taken control of, being dominated, being used… but you had to remember who you were talking to. You took a steadying breath, ready to type a reply when he started typing again. 

(unknown number): i’m coming over, i’ll be there in 5. just want my belt

You quickly replied with fine, taking your towel to dry your hair a bit. Just as you were hanging up your towel, you heard a knock on your door. But he didn’t just knock once, no -- he started drumming on your front door. You rushed to open it, the fear of your neighbors hearing it making panic and anger rise in your throat. You thrust the door open quickly, already greeting him with fury in your eyes. 

“What’s wrong with you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your robe-covered chest. 

He looked you up and down — hair wet, face bare, robe wrapped around your body, your legs exposed — prettier than he remembered. Even with your scowl scrunching up your features. He smirked at you, “I’m impatient.”

“Clearly,” you sneered, moving from your doorway to let him in. 

In the sunlight, he was able to see your apartment, and he could only describe it as cozy. Dark hardwood floors with a white, tan, and dusty pastel color scheme running throughout. He turned his attention on your retreating form, deciding he should probably follow you. 

“Shoes off,” you told him. 

“You didn’t seem too worried about my shoes last night,” he teased, but started to take his shoes off nevertheless. He left them by your front door, sock-clad feet barely making a sound as he followed you down a hallway to your room. 

Other than the clothes from last night — and his belt over in the corner — your bedroom was tidy. It kept the same color scheme as the rest of your apartment, and he thought about how Grayson would probably like it. He decided to mention it to you. 

“Nice place. My twin brother would like it.”

“You have a twin?” you asked, quirking a brow at him. 

He nodded, almost preparing himself for oncoming questions he always seemed to get about it. But instead, you just scoffed, “Great. There’s two of you. Just when I was gaining a little more hope in the world.”

Taken aback, Ethan barked a laugh. He shook his head in amusement, “You’re really such a bitch.” 

Now it was your turn to laugh at him. “I’m a bitch? You still never apologized for what you did to me last night.”

“What — make you cum?” he asked, walking closer to you now, his steps slow and calculated. “Make you beg for more? Pump you full of my cum just like you wanted? Fuck, I bet there’s still some inside you.” 

He was right in front of you now, your body trembling from the memory and the way he spoke to you. You’d enjoyed every second of him being inside of you, from the way he’d moved his hips to the feeling of his hands on you. You couldn’t deny you wanted more if you tried — Ethan could see the lust returning to your face, and watched your breathing change. 

He brought a hand up to your cheek, his fingers caressing the skin before it moved to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it to bring you closer to him. “You want more?”

You nodded, your eyes glued to his. He laughed darkly, his other hand coming up to slap you just hard enough for you to know it was a punishment. “Use your words, brat. Tell me how bad you want me.” 

“Fuck, I want you, want you inside me, daddy—“

You gasped a little when you called him that, not sure if you’d just ruined the moment. But you could tell from the way his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head that he loved it. And if that hadn’t been telling enough, you definitely knew he loved it by the way he pushed your upper body forward so you were bent over onto your bed, hearing him quickly undo his pants, and spank you roughly on your ass. 

Your body jolted away from him, the soreness in your body ever present. You whimpered audibly, which made him laugh. His hand came down on your ass again, the force behind it merciless. “Sore?”

You nodded, but that earned you another spank, which made you yelp out, “Yes! Yes, I’m sore.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand over your reddened skin to soothe it. “Who made you this sore?”

“You, daddy,” you whimpered, your hands balling into fists in the sheets. In response, you felt his dick tap your clit, already soaked from the way he was speaking to you. He hummed as he felt your wetness coat his tip, his free hand gently gliding over your ass before squeezing it. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he rasped, and your knees nearly buckled when you realized he was just looking at it, watching it glisten with your juices and clench around nothing while you waited for him.

He seemed to enjoy the way your walls flexed, because he brought the pad of his middle finger to your clit, just to watch the way your body reacted to him. He swirled his finger around it, gathering up some of your wetness before his finger slid up to your smaller, puckered hole.

You tensed at first, surprised by his actions, but he didn’t do anything except let his finger tap the area. “Is this okay?” he asked, softer than before.

You nodded, biting your lip, which he accepted for an answer this time. He could tell by the way you reacted that you didn’t normally experiment with anal play, but that you were inclined to try. He spread your wetness around the area, lightly lubricating it before allowing the tip of his finger to push in. 

You sucked in a small breath, the feeling foreign but not uncomfortable. He didn’t move his finger at first, just kept it barely inside you, as he brought his dick up to your entrance. When pushed into you, you let out a deep whine, still feeling sore from the night before. It ached to have him stretching you out again, a feeling that was caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. From the way your holes tightened around his finger and cock, he knew he had to take it slow for the moment. 

When he finally pushed himself all the way into you, he let out a satisfied moan, the hand that wasn’t fingering you moving to caress the skin on your back. You moaned, wiggling back on him some more to urge him to start moving. He complied, starting at a pace that wasn’t slow but also wasn’t very fast. He rocked his hips back and forth, more focused on wanting to build your comfort with his finger than anything else. 

He started to move his finger, just swirling it around inside you, the nerves there loving the attention. You moaned deeply at the feeling, actually pushing back against him again to tell him you wanted more. However, when his finger went a little deeper, you winced, feeling a sharp pain. 

“Easy now, brat. Let’s take it slow,” Ethan warned, his free hand roaming across your skin to help you relax. 

“Okay,” you sighed out in relief, trusting him to take care of you.

You were shocked at the realization that you trusted him right now, trusted this guy who you’d only met hours earlier and had had inside you only twice. But at least when he was fucking you, he seemed tolerable. He continued pushing into you, loving the wet sounds your body made for him. He looked down at the little bruises that were appearing from the night before, admired the redness of your skin from his spanks. He couldn’t believe his own mind again -- he was thinking about how beautiful you looked covered up in his marks, how stunning sex appeared on your skin. He shook his head at himself, trying to remember how nasty you could be. 

Caught up in your own thoughts, you’d both almost forgot the task at hand. Until you started feeling that familiar coil in your stomach, bringing you back to the present. “Ethan, I’m close,” you told him, your back arching more as you pushed your hips back to try to take him deeper again. 

“What’d you call me?” he asked, stilling all his movements. The way you whined in response, clenching desperately around him nearly made him dizzy.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you pouted, trying to move on him to create more pleasure to focus on your building orgasm. 

“Nuh-uh, not good enough,” he said, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. “Beg me, brat.”

You protested again, trying to bring your fingers down to meet your clit and bring yourself to orgasm. Ethan was quick to retract his finger from your ass, using both of his hands to hook his arms around yours, making you gasp as your chest was pulled up off the bed. He caught both your arms in a single hand, easily gripping you so you couldn’t move. His other hand came up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides to cut off your airway slightly. 

You swore you could feel yourself get wetter. “You’re going to apologize again and then you’re going to beg me to let you cum. We’ll see if I decide if you’ve earned it,” he growled in your ear before releasing you and pushing you against the bed again. 

You gasped for air, your fingers clawing at the sheets again, waves of pleasure already rolling through your body in sharp waves. With the smallest of efforts from him, you could be cumming. You almost wanted to push him farther, see what else he would do if you continued to resist him, but you were afraid he would be as malicious to leave you in this state. Maybe make you get him off and then leave you to deal with it yourself. So, instead of pushing further, you gave in.

“I’m sorry, daddy, please forgive me,” you started, your hips shifting impatiently with him still seated inside you. You moaned at the feeling of him being so deep. “I’ll be a good girl.”

His hips started to roll again, agonizingly slow. “That’s a good start,” he said, his tone approving. “We’ll see if you earn my forgiveness or not.”

“Okay, daddy,” you answered, which pleased him. He liked hearing you submit to him while you were bent over for him, his cum still inside you and about to take more -- it had him gripping your body just that much harder out of pure bliss. 

“Tell me what you want,” he urged, his voice gravelly and low. It sent chills down your spine, your pussy clenching around him in a way that had him already thrusting harder.

“Please make me cum, daddy,” you begged softly, looking over your shoulder innocently at him, hoping your eyes would soften him into giving in to giving you what you needed. And they almost did; he could feel his cock twitch in pleasure at the sight. He almost lost control. Almost.

“And how would I do that?” he asked, needing you to say more. 

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whined, focusing on not moving on him -- which would only give him more reason to punish you. 

“And what else?” he pushed.

“Please?” you tried, thinking the magic word would help.

“Please, what?”

He was looking for something else, and the way his strokes remained slow and steady told you he had the patience to wait all day for you to figure it out. You thought for a second, screwing your eyes shut as you felt him slide in and out of you at a tragically slow pace. It was practically a distraction. 

You thought about what you needed, what you wanted him to do more than anything — fuck you, yes, but what else?

Realization struck you, and in your voice was a raw and unmistakable need. “Play with my pussy, daddy, please,” you moaned. 

The sound which came from his chest could be described as nothing short of a growl, his hand wrapping around your body to reach your swollen clit and his hips snapping forward again with the strength and speed you needed them at. You cried out in pleasure, your orgasm building fast. He was fucking you so well, hitting spots inside you from this angle and position that you could barely breathe from the pleasure. 

You came with a shout, your pussy fluttering around him tightly in a way that had his orgasm following closely behind yours. His hips bucked forward in shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into you again with a satisfied groan. 

He pulled out of you and stood back to watch his cum drip out of you again, mesmerized by the sight. He was interrupted by your irritated sigh. “I just showered,” you complained, standing upright and feeling his cum drip out of you and start running down your leg. 

“Really? I fucked you and you’re worried about your shower? You really are a brat,” he shook his head. 

“My name is (Y/N),” you snapped back. 

“Brat suits you better.”

“Whatever. Get your belt and go,” you waved him off, walking back to your bathroom to wipe up the cum that was leaking out of you. 

He huffed, obviously annoyed at how dismissive of him you were now that he made you cum. Five minutes ago, you were putty in his hands, and now you’d already slipped through his fingers. He didn’t like you per say, he just wanted you to admit you liked him. He wanted you to chase after his attention like everyone else did. But you were too concerned about your fucking shower to care. 

But Ethan was determined to prove to his own ego that he would get you to like him. Even if your bratty attitude drove him up a wall. He’d get you to come around. 

When you walked out and he was still there, you crossed your arms over your bare chest, not caring if he saw it now since he’d already seen it twice, just communicating your agitation through your body language. 

“What?” you asked when he just stood there, quirking your brow. 

“I don’t get a kiss goodbye?” he asked snarkily, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

“You didn’t get a kiss hello so why would I give you a kiss goodbye?” you asked, bristling at the idea of giving him something so affectionate. 

“Come on, brat,” he coaxed, holding his arms open for you to walk into. 

You debated for a moment, trying to consider whether entertaining this would be worth it. You really didn’t want to involve yourself with him more than you already had. But, his lips turned further up into his smirk, and he wiggled his brows in a way that made you almost laugh -- almost, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Fine, if it’ll get you out of my apartment.”

You walked into his arms, surprised at the gentle warmth you found there; though, you supposed, he was still human. Even if he was damn near intolerable. He wrapped them around your waist, pulling you to him in a way he hadn’t before. Sure, you’d known him less than 24 hours, but still -- it was different. 

Kissing him now was different, too. It wasn’t desperate and needy, it was just -- a kiss. It lingered, his lips actually feeling pillowy soft against yours. Your hands rested against his still bare chest, and you had to admit, the skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. After being handled so roughly, no matter how much you’d enjoyed it, it was nice to be touched gently. 

To your dismay, he pulled away first. He looked at you for a second, just let his eyes dust over your features, and then he smirked at you again. “See you soon, brat,” he said, giving your ass a swift tap.

You rolled your eyes as he slipped his shirt on and grabbed his belt. “No, you won’t,” you said decisively. He’d been a good fuck, but god, did he piss you off. 

“We’ll see,” he snorted, his ego radiating off of him so much it was almost tangible.

Finally, he walked out, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. You didn’t like that he could affect you so easily. First, he’d turned you on, but then, that kiss… you couldn’t deny that you’d liked it.

When your front door shut, you decided that was enough for him to metaphorically have left your life for good. You let the idea shift around your brain, you were done with him. 

But Ethan was not an easy man to ignore.

He texted you periodically throughout the week, teasing you about whether or not you missed him enough yet to literally crawl back to him, which you were always quick to shut down. You’d tried to simply ignore him, but he had a very particular talent of being able to enrage you even over the phone. You couldn’t resist texting him back sometimes. It was petty urge, you had to admit, but he made you petty.

You’d finally put him in your phone, simply as e. The things he usually texted you were annoying as hell. For example:

(e): miss screaming my name? (you): nope.

(e): hey (you): hi? (e): did you get your period yet? (you): yeah, the other day. don’t worry, i’m not pregnant with your child (e): hmm. i could feel extra bitchy vibes coming from you (you): shut up bitchass (e): see?

(e): hey (e): hey (e): hey brat (e): heeeeeeey brat (e): i bet you miss me (you): absolutely not. (e): good, you answered. wyd 

To which, you always left him on read. You were not going to become his booty call. He would not be a regular, continuous fuck for you. It was good while it lasted, but the more you had to put up with him, the more stress would be added to your life. 

Besides, you had better things to worry about. You had bills to pay and a minimum wage job to work. You really didn’t want to have to worry about the complications of a friends with benefits situation — if you’d even call it that. Friends seemed like an overstatement. No, you were done with him, and he was behind you. 

You got ready for work, another shift at a diner near your apartment. You’d worked there for a little over a year, and while the customers were a pain in the ass and your feet were always killing you, you loved your coworkers. It was Friday night, so it was going to be busy, and probably a little chaotic — but it would make for great jokes and stories with your friends. 

Your uniform was a little on the ridiculous side, and always got the attention of the men who you served. That’s what it was meant to do, you knew that, and it certainly earned you gracious tips, but that didn’t make it any less of an eyeroll. 

A white, button down shirt that was required to be buttoned down to a certain point, tucked into a black, pleated skirt, and a black pair of flats or heels no taller than two inches. You almost always wore the flats, but tonight, well… rent was due soon. So you opted for the heels, knowing you would hate yourself for it later when your feet would be hanging on by a thread.

You drove to work, parking in your usual spot to find the restaurant already getting busy. You were anticipating an evening busy enough to make the time fly by. You walked inside the establishment, greeting your manager who was interacting with some guests, and moved into the back room. You were always assigned the same tables, some large and some small. You hoped a large family would come through and order enough food for an army, and hoped they knew how to tip. Those tips were usually pretty good. 

As you’d suspected, time was whirring by you faster than you could really tell. An hour turned to two, which turned to four, and by then, your shift was half-way through. Your best friend, Alice, was working that shift with you. The two of you would snack together while you waited for different tables’ meals to come up, your eyes nervously darting around to watch for your manager. 

“Oh shit, some hot guys just walked in,” she said, her interest piqued. You whipped your head around, and nearly paled. Of fucking course. Ethan. 

Ethan, and a pack of his loud, boisterous friends, it seemed. You could make out familiar features on another one of the guys — that must be his brother, Grayson. He seemed to be all smiles and laughter. 

Caught up in your annoyance and shock, Alice poked you in your side. “Hellooo, Earth to (Y/N)?”

“Hmm? Sorry,” you responded, turning your attention back to her. “What did you say?”

“I said, do you call dibs on any of them?”

“Oh, uh...” you looked back at the group, and a nervous feeling blossomed in your stomach. Should you claim him? The idea bounced around in your head. You weren’t supposed to be bothered by his presence anymore. You weren’t supposed to be affected by him. But the idea of watching Alice potentially flirt with him, and the idea of his attention being on someone other than you bothered you. And you wanted to punch yourself in the face for it.

“Um, yeah, the one with the brown hair and intense eyes,” you answered, looking back at her and hoping your tone didn’t give anything away. 

She snorted, and you were afraid she caught you. “There are two of them,” she said, and you tried not to show your relief on your face. 

“Oh, right,” you looked back. “The one that’s not smiling.”

And he wasn’t. In what you had assumed was a typical Ethan fashion, he looked pretty disinterested, just nodded along to whatever was being said and stuck close to his twin. 

You noticed, with a bittersweet pang of your heart, that they were being seated at a table in your section. Your heart rate spiked, nerves settling over you. What would he say when he saw you? God, you could already hear his teasing now.

You told Alice you’d be right back, and in a daze, you walked over with some menus and a fake smile, ready to pretend not to know who Ethan was. But, Ethan seemed to have a different plan.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t know you worked here,” he greeted you with a taunting smile on his face, like he was challenging you. The two of you knew exactly what had been going on between you, if, you thought spitefully, there even was anything going on between you. Because there wasn’t.

You forced a wider, familiar smile onto your face. “Hi, Ethan, right?”

You were beyond tempted to call him the wrong name, so much so that the syllables seemed to hang off your tongue. But your mind was focused on your tip. You knew you’d get treated like shit if he’d ordered it, and you were scared he would. You had to play nice. 

“That’s right, but I don’t think that’s what you called me last time I saw you.”

He was dangling it in your face. You felt your anger flare up, something that you were usually if not always able to control in your workplace. You were a waitress. You were always angry at someone. But no one could make you angry like Ethan could. 

“Yeah, I probably called you an ass or something close enough,” you replied snarkily, moving to introduce yourself to the rest of the table while they snickered at your comment. 

At least they seemed to have a sense of humor. Ethan watched you with his tongue in his cheek, amused by your outburst. He wondered how many of your buttons he could push without getting kicked out. But then, as he eyed your top, there weren’t many buttons to push at all. And that skirt… he wasn’t walking out of the diner without a promise to see you tonight. 

You walked away to let the table look over the menus, walking back to Alice. She wiggled her eyebrows at you when you approached, a knowing smile toying on her lips. “So, he seems interested in you.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You have no idea.”

She giggled, tapping you lightly on your behind as she walked away, assuming it was going well. You gathered up the drinks they’d ordered, expertly carrying them to the table. Once they were all served their drinks, you took out your notepad and pen to take their orders. 

You went around the table, taking everyone’s orders. Surprisingly, Ethan didn’t make some snarky comment -- just ordered a burger without cheese and let you continue doing your job. Until, his friend…

“I’d like a piece of that ass,” he said suggestively, making your chest clench out of embarrassment. Before you could even say anything, Ethan’s hand was flying to the back of his friend’s head. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, anger present in his voice. 

His friend only laughed, shaking his head, “Only joking, bro.”

“Wasn’t funny,” you responded coldly, waiting with clenched teeth to finish taking his order. 

He put his hands up in defense, leaning back against the booth. “Whatever, I get it. Lemme just get--”

“Apologize,” Ethan cut him off. 

He looked at Ethan in disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me. Apologize.”

His friend looked at you incredulously, shocked that he was being reprimanded by his own friend. He was clearly the bros-before-hoes type. “Sorry,” he said with a hint of spite, barely able to look you in the eye. But it would do.

You looked at Ethan and mouthed your thanks to him, to which he nodded, his demeanor relaxed despite how angry he was feeling. You were his to taunt, to fuck with, to annoy… because he wouldn’t do it to embarrass you in front of everyone. He knew you were quick witted enough to respond to his comments without letting the truth show. 

The rest of the evening seemed to go by just fine. There were no more problems from Ethan’s table, as he seemed to have shut down anyone’s desire to fuck with you. They finished their food, they left, and left a hell of a tip -- most likely on Ethan’s orders. 

You were surprised to admit it, but you actually felt beyond thankful to him. You couldn’t stand up for yourself at work, so for him to help you like that meant more to you than you could express. You started closing up your tables and stations, ready to just be done for the night. 

You said goodnight to your coworkers, clocked out, and headed out to your car. You were looking down into your purse, searching for your keys, when you were grabbed from behind. The only sound that left your mouth was a gasp before a hand covered your mouth. You struggled against your attackers grasp, only — your attacker was laughing. 

He started to put you down, and you already knew. You knew it was Ethan. If his voice didn’t give it away, it was his actions. Your chest heaved, emotion consuming you — anger, rage, fear, and the tiniest twinge of relief that you were safe. What was worse was you could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the onslaught of feelings.

“You fucking idiot!” you screamed at him, taking in a shaky breath, clenching your teeth and trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “That wasn’t funny!”

Out of anger, and slight embarrassment over your reaction to his stupid prank, you brought your hands down on his chest to hit him, trying to push him away from you. But he was quick to grab a hold of both your wrists, spinning you around in his grasp so you were wrapped up in his arms with your arms crossed over each other. His laughter slowly subsided, and you focused on breathing and absolutely not crying. 

When his laughs finally died down, he brought his lips down to your ear and nibbled the shell of it, his breath tickling your cheek. He was ready to tease you about how funny your reaction was, but he heard you sniffle, which you’d desperately tried to hide. 

“Hey,” he said, concern laced in his voice. He turned you around in his grasp, soft eyes roaming openly over your face. “You’re okay. I’m sorry.”

He sounded genuine, so you nodded, but couldn’t look up at him. You took a deep breath, one little tear rolling over your cheek. “You really scared me,” you admitted, feeling your stomach curl at how vulnerable you sounded. 

You wanted to push him away from you, wanted to scream at him for being such an asshole, but you were still shaken. You were terrified of something like that actually happening to you. In spite of yourself, you leaned further into him, allowing his frame and strong body to provide you a false sense of security. He wrapped his arms tighter around you immediately, letting you gather yourself. He whispered another apology before mumbling more reassurances, and you felt your heart rate return to normal. Actually, not to normal -- slower than that. He was soothing you, as odd as it sounded in regards to Ethan as you’d known him. 

Not for the first time, you were surprised to find you trusted him, especially in this moment where he was the only thing standing between you and potential danger. Even though he should be considered potential danger… his warm smell and firm hold on you didn’t allow you to be scared of him. 

But before you could melt further into him, you started to push him away, forcing yourself to focus on being angry at him. “You should never do that to a girl. Actually, not to anyone,” you scolded, even though you knew he’d probably already figured that out.

And he told you as much. “I know, I get it. I’m sorry,” he said, but his face turned up in a smirk. “Thought you were tougher than that, brat.”

You scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I cannot fucking believe you.”

“What? I said I was sorry,” he deadpanned, furrowing his brow at you and mimicking your stance.

“Well, I’m not really in the mood to joke around right now,” you snapped, turning around to walk away from him and head to your car. 

“Don’t walk away from me, (Y/N),” Ethan said, his voice hard.

“Oh, look! He knows my name again,” you said over your shoulder, continuing your walk to your car.

“Would you stop being such a child?” 

To which you responded childishly, “Are you gonna make me?”

It was enough for him to walk over to you in three long strides and grab you by your elbow. “Yeah, I am gonna make you. I’m gonna teach you a lesson, and you’re gonna beg me to do it.”

You were so ready to fight him; to push him away, tell him to fuck off, leave you the fuck alone. You were going to do it, but when you whipped around to meet his eyes you were instantly frozen. His gaze was hard -- dominant. You could see the rage and lust swirling around his irises, and your body reacted almost immediately. You felt yourself nearly tremble when his other hand cupped your cheek softly, his sudden gentleness surprising you and piquing your curiosity. He just stared at you, his eyes locked on yours with that intense look still in them. He was waiting, you realized, for you to answer him. 

You took in a shaky breath, worried you wouldn’t be able to find your voice to answer him. You tried to compose yourself, and replied as evenly as you could, “Like hell you’ll make me beg for it.”

His eyes seemed to darken even more, his grip on your arm tightening briefly. “Keys,” he said simply, his other hand opening expectantly, his palm facing you. 

“No, it’s my—“

“Keys,” he repeated, more sternly now. 

You rolled your eyes, an action that would surely worsen your punishment later, and handed over your keys. He opened your door for you, slamming it shut behind him. He walked over to the driver’s side of your car, got in, and started driving in the direction of your apartment. 

He parked near your house and didn’t bother giving you your keys back. He knew which apartment was yours and which key on the ring opened its door. He didn’t even wait for you as he strode to your front door, leaving you to nearly jog to catch up to him. 

When he got to your door, he opened it and waited for you, standing outside with his arms crossed. You timidly approached him, your fingers toying with the hem of your skirt. He glared at you while he waited for you to hurry up, his impatience only growing. 

When you finally crossed the threshold of your apartment, you were pushed to the ground and landed on your hands and knees — hard. You’d definitely have bruises on your knees tomorrow. 

You stayed in your position on the floor, knowing you’d probably already pissed him off enough — resisting now would just be an invitation for brutality. He stalked up to you, his steps slow and calculated. Once he was parallel to your head, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You were going to stand, but his foot stopped you, keeping you on the ground. 

He started walking towards your bedroom, keeping his grip on your hair, and made you crawl next to him. Your knees were now on the verge of aching, and he knew they would be. He had every intention of keeping you on them until you begged to be off them. 

When he got to your bedroom, he had you sit up on your knees and wait for him to take off his pants. He allowed them to drop to his ankles, leaving his boxers on. He looked at you expectantly, and you got to work. 

You leaned forward, allowing your mouth to cover his hardening cock through his underwear. You let your tongue dampen the material while you sucked on it gently, focusing on getting him completely hard. 

He pulled you back by your hair, looking down at you with those mesmerizing eyes. “No teasing. This is your only warning.”

You nodded, biting your lip, and he let your hair go so you could continue. You looped your fingers into the top of his boxers, pulling them down and freeing him from their confines. Once you pulled them down to his ankles, you grasped his length in your hand, seeing just how big he was for the first time. You hadn’t had time to admire him before this point. 

Before he could get mad, you covered the tip with your mouth, starting slow bobs of your head up and down his shaft. His hands came to your hair and pushed it out of your face so he could see you better. He loved the way his cock looked going in and out of your mouth, and when your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze — fuck, he almost wanted to forget about punishing you. 

Almost.

As you continued, your saliva started to accumulate, and little trails of it started running down your chin, dripping onto your chest. The sight was captivating to him, and the messy way you were taking him was driving him wild. He started to thrust shallowly into your mouth in time with the movements of your head, making you take him a little farther back than you already were. 

The feeling was great for both of you, especially him. But words couldn’t describe the pleasure you felt when he let out a deep moan and cursed under his breath. “So good,” he praised softly, making your eyes nearly flutter shut. 

However, as much as you were enjoying pleasuring him, your knees were starting to ache. You started to shift your weight around, and Ethan took notice to it. He smirked down at you, watching you squirm exactly as he intended you to. 

“Uncomfortable?” he asked, his voice falsely soft. 

You nodded, pulling off him to start to stand up. But he was quick to keep you in place with his hand, his eyes trained on you in amusement. You looked up at him in confusion, and he simply smiled down at you. 

“Good. Stay there until I tell you to get up.”

You glared at him, but took his dick into your hand again and brought him back into your mouth. You focused on the task at hand, trying to please him in any way you could to get him to ease the torture he imposed on your knees. 

“Why can’t you always be this good for me?” he murmured, his hand coming to caress your cheek. 

You pulled off him with a pop, allowing your tongue to tease him before answering. “Then I wouldn’t be your brat, would I?”

He chuckled, and you knew you’d said exactly what he wanted to hear. At the same time, you felt it was the truth. Not just a half truth spoken in the heat of the moment. He grabbed you by your chin, leading you up towards him and off your sore knees. You hissed at the feeling of standing now, and he was quick to ease your pain, holding you close to him so you didn’t have to rely on your body to hold yourself up. 

He kissed you hotly, that passion back in the way he kissed you. It was all desperation and fire, sending wetness pooling between your legs. He lifted you off the ground, carrying you alarmingly effortlessly to your bed. He pushed his pants and underwear off his body completely before climbing over you. 

You hooked your thumbs into your skirt to pull it down, but your hands were smacked away. Ethan crawled over your body, wrapping a hand around your throat while his other hand worked on the buttons of your top. 

“I had to watch you walk around in this little outfit all fucking night. I had to watch other guys, even my own friends, admire how fucking hot you are. I’m gonna fuck you in this outfit, so every time you wear it to work, you’ll think about how good it felt to have me inside you,” he growled, his hand pushing the material of your shirt apart so your breasts were exposed to him, still in your plain bra. 

You were panting under him, squirming under his heavy gaze and from his words. Your hips bucked towards his, and he responded by slapping your thigh and pushing your hips down. He glared at you, and it communicated that he was in control. You were not allowed to so much as respond to his touch. No matter how much he teased and baited you, you were supposed to sit there and take it.

You whined, a pout and furrowed brows decorating your features. He was quick to bring his other hand up to smack you, then he pushed his fingers passed your lips, making you suck on them. He leveled his gaze with yours, his stare intense.

“Keep pushing me, you’ll regret it,” he warned, the patience leaving his eyes. To his dismay, you giggled, swirling your tongue around his fingers. 

He brought his other hand to your throat, tightening his grip again. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, bringing them to your already soaked pussy, not needing the lubrication. He shoved them both inside you, making you squeak. He seemed satisfied with your reaction, curling his fingers while the hand around your throat tightened again. When your eyebrows knitted together and you let out a mewling moan, he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

He didn’t bother to build your pleasure to deny you orgasm, he just removed his fingers all together and enjoyed the whine of annoyance you let out. He brought his fingers back up to your mouth, making you suck on them. He kept the hand around your throat loose — a simple reminder that, at any moment, he could have you begging and writhing beneath him if he wanted. 

“Hands and knees again,” he ordered, and you were at least thankful it was on the bed this time instead of on your hardwood floor -- you weren’t sure if you’d be able to take it. 

It seemed he’d decided that he’d wanted you begging and writhing, though, because his hand met the soft skin of your ass as soon as you were in position. And if you thought your knees hurt, you had no idea what storm was coming to you now.

The first slap hadn’t been so bad. But smack after smack, he kept going, never seeming to get enough of the way you screamed in response, or the way your ass rippled every time his hand made contact. You were absolutely positive you would be so bruised tomorrow you wouldn’t be able to sit. 

“Please, it hurts,” you gasped out, hands clutching your blankets as you braced yourself for more impact.

He delivered one last whack, chuckling out, “Good.”

You whimpered again, the whiny sound coming from the back of your throat, falling over on your side once he stopped. You caught your breath while he smoothed his hands gently over your skin, admiring how bright and red it was. It was incredible -- you already looked so fucked out, and he hadn’t even begun with you. 

He laid beside you, curling up to you and grabbing your leg under your knee. He brought it up so your cunt was exposed to him, bringing your hand up to keep your leg in position while he lined himself up with your entrance. 

He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls wrapped around him again, his teeth biting into your shoulder where his moans were muffled. He started to rock his hips back and forth, rolling them into yours to create a beautiful friction. His hand trailed down your side and balled itself up in your skirt, pulling you even closer to him as he started to pound faster.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, kissing and biting your shoulder. “Missed this tight pussy.”

You could only throw your head back in response, your walls clamping down on his cock the way you knew he liked. You weren’t disappointed with his reaction; he groaned in pleasure, needing to pause for a moment before continuing to plow into you. You felt a little smirk form on your face, knowing you could do that to him.

A moment later, he was grabbing your face and turning it so he could kiss you sloppily, a mewl of pleasure slipping between your mouths. He kissed you deeply, never easing the pace of his hard thrusts, and didn’t pull away until you needed to breathe. And even then, his lips rested against yours while you panted heavily. 

The hand that had balled itself into your skirt was trailing back up your side, his fingers dancing over your breasts briefly before his hand settled, again, onto your neck. He applied a light pressure, but you knew this wasn’t punishment; this was possession. His eyes bored into yours and all you could feel was excitement coursing through your veins -- no, that was your orgasm building.

One of your hands flew over his, your mouth opening into an O shape. “Ethan,” you moaned, your fingers squeezing his as your orgasm crept over you.

“Let go,” he said, his hand quickly moving back down to your clit where he applied pressure, pushing you over the edge.

You came, hard, all over his cock. He felt the pulsing beat of your cunt all over his shaft, the flutters and spasms of your walls making him bite your shoulder once again. He held himself back from cumming, pulling out of you once he felt your body relax again.

“Suck me off,” he said, laying back against your pillows.

You were eager to please him after he made you cum like that, so you crawled between his legs without hesitation, taking him far back into your throat as soon as you took him into your mouth. There wasn’t any reason to tease him now, not after he treated you so well. 

He moaned just loud enough for you to hear him, and the sound made your pussy ache again. You wanted to hear more of it, so you pushed yourself to take him even further. You felt him in your throat, and you gagged around him, earning an even louder moan from him. You were going to keep going, let him fuck and use your throat, but he had another idea.

“Get up here,” he ordered, his lids heavy as he watched you. 

You popped off him, his cock slapping up against his stomach. You crawled over him, situating your thighs on either side of his face. “Turn around,” he said.

Your heart jumped in your chest as you followed his instruction, your ass and cunt in full view for his greedy eyes. You lowered your body down to take him back into your mouth, and for the first time, his lips met your pussy. He moaned at the taste, his hands coming up to wrap around your legs to pull you even closer to him. You could barely focus on sucking his dick from the pleasure he was giving you. He was quick to tap you lightly on your thigh to snap you out of your trance, though.

His lips latched around you, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this sooner. You were a delicious mixture of salty and sweet; he might even say it was addicting. He let his tongue explore your folds, and each time he moved his head to explore more, you could feel the scruff of the facial hair that was just starting to grow in. It felt like such a sweet burn against your skin, and subconsciously your thighs closed tighter around his face to feel more of it.

You were driving him just as crazy. He was thrusting softly into your mouth on the same tempo you were moving your neck, your throat relaxing in response. You were pulling off him to moan every few seconds, jerking him in your hand. You rolled your tongue over the vein of the underside of his cock, and each time he would twitch in response. 

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and with each flick of Ethan’s tongue, you were pushed closer to your second one. You felt his tongue trail up to your entrance, and then… beyond. Though you were unaccustomed to the feeling, you couldn’t help but moan in response. The sound only encouraged him to continue his exploration, and moments later, his tongue was trailing back to your clit and you felt two fingers; one at each of your holes.

You were shocked at how much you wanted him to fuck both of your holes with his fingers. You whined and popped off him briefly to beg him for it. “Please, daddy.”

You could feel a cocky smirk against your skin as he continued to happily lap at your folds, his fingers pushing into you. They entered you slowly enough that you could adjust to them, but it didn’t take him long before he started moving his fingers in a alternating rhythm with quick flicks of his wrist. He kept a steady pace, and you could feel your oragsm about to hit you.

“I need more,” you said. You gasped as you felt another finger being added to both holes, your mouth hanging open as the warm, familiar feeling spread over your lower abdomen and cunt. Before you knew it, you were cumming again, and with the added pleasure of four of his fingers, you squirted all over his mouth, neck, and chest. 

“Fuck,” you panted as the shocks of pleasure subsided.

“My turn, brat,” he said, tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

You climbed off of him, landing on your back and taking several deep breaths. Ethan stood up and walked to the side of your bed that your head was closest to. Once he was at the edge, he wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you towards him. He moved his hand to grip your cheeks between his fingers, ensuring he had your full attention.

“Ever been facefucked?” 

“No,” you answered, shaking your head in response as well.

“I think you can handle it. If you need me to stop, just snap your fingers,” he told you, waiting for you to agree. Once you nodded, he let go of your face and brought his cock to your lips.

You opened your mouth for him to enter, your heart thudding wildly in your chest as you prepared yourself for what it might feel like. Ethan slid himself in slowly, and once he reached your throat, he went even slower. He seemed to be testing your gag reflex; lucky for him, you were pretty good at relaxing your throat. He was able to get a decent stroke in before you gagged, a satisfied groan bubbling up from his throat. 

He started to thrust at a steady rhythm, still slow to start with, though, to make sure you were handling it well. His moans started to increase in volume and occurrence, and the sound was being sent straight to your pussy. You could feel yourself start to throb in response, even though you’d already cum twice, you were still craving so much more. 

You brought a hand to the meeting of your thighs, your fingers trailing along the soaked lips of your pussy, a tiny moan escaping you. Your middle finger pressed against the tiny bundle of nerves, moving in circular motions. Ethan noticed you were touching yourself, and the sight had his eyes rolling back. 

Each time he pulled away to let you breathe, you were spitting out all the accumulated saliva in your mouth, which trailed down your face. The action itself was turning you on, and Ethan fucking your tight little throat was only edging you further. You especially felt yourself throb when he started to growl out praises.

“Fuck, I love fucking your throat. Such a good brat,” he said.

The praises were nice, but when he pulled away to admire your saliva-covered face and said, “What a pretty little slut you are,” it was enough to push you over the line again.

Ethan could tell you were about to cum from the way you arched into your own touch, and he could practically feel his cock stiffen even more. He slipped himself back into your mouth, watching you get yourself off with his jaw slack. He started to thrust even faster into your throat, and you forced yourself to take it, and finally, you felt yourself cumming for a third time.

Ethan got to watch as you squirted this time, and he felt the vibrations of your moans on his cock. The sight and the feeling brought him such an intense pleasure that he felt himself cumming. He pulled out of your mouth, allowing his cum to drip down your face and mix with your spit. 

At this point, you were covered in your own spit, his cum, and your lower body was twitching with pleasure. You thought Ethan would never be able to top the last time the two of you had sex, but clearly, you were wrong. To your surprise, Ethan went into your bathroom and brought you some tissues to clean up the majority of the mess on your face.

You sat up to take it, but he held it from you for a minute. “Hold on,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over the damage he’d done.

A smirk spread over his face slowly as he looked at you, a tiny chuckle leaving his mouth. “Beautiful,” he said, finally giving you the tissue. You shook your head at him, but you felt your cheeks warm nevertheless.

You wiped what you could off, then stood and walked to your bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” you said, watching as Ethan nodded and checked his phone. You figured he would be gone by the time you got out.

You undressed from your tousselled clothes, looking at your face in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared everywhere, there was still quite a bit of saliva and cum all over it, and you looked absolutely destroyed in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you assessed the state of yourself, turning happily to get into the shower.

Once you were done in the shower, you stepped out, dried off, and went into your room to change into your pajamas. You were expecting Ethan to be gone, so seeing him passed out, under your covers, curled around one of your pillows was a bit of a shock. You stood still for a moment, considering your options. You could wake him up and tell him to leave, but…

Well, he looked comfortable. And your bed was big enough to fit the both of you, so what did it really matter? He would only be staying the night. You were sure he’d be gone before you even woke up. So, you dressed for bed and got under the covers next to him; it felt foreign to be sleeping beside someone again, but you were pretty tired from work and the night’s events, so you drifted off to sleep easily.

To your dismay, Ethan was still beside you when you woke up. You weren’t annoyed, but you were a little nervous. You didn’t know how he would act when he woke up; if there would be awkward conversation, if he would want breakfast, if he would insist on hanging around, if you wanted him to hang around. There were so many ways your morning could go, and not knowing was leaving you on edge.

You were distracted from your thoughts by movements from Ethan beside you. Your eyes drifted over to him, preparing yourself for however he would greet you, but you found he wasn’t awake yet. He was just turning in his sleep, his face now level with yours. 

You’d never truly gotten a good look at this man until now. You were always too busy being pissed at him or you were bent over for him; so you hadn’t had the chance to really look at him. You let your eyes dance over his face, taking in each of his features at a time.

You noticed how soft and fluffy his hair looked. It was clear he took care of it. His forehead was accentuated by bold eyebrows and defined bone structure that seemed to span across the rest of his face. Though his eyes were closed, you could see how his eyes were slightly downturned -- which probably explained how he was able to win you over with just a look. Plus, his eyelashes were long and dark, spread out so gorgeously. His nose was round and soft looking, sort of buttonish. For lack of better term, it was cute -- which felt like a weird word to describe any part of the man who fucked you into your mattress. 

Below his nose were a pair of the softest looking lips you’d ever seen on a man. They were so plump and pink, looking extremely kissable. Surrounding those lips was a growing beard, which looked scruffy and made his strong jaw even more attractive. He had a tiny birthmark on his right cheek, too.

Your eyes kept going back to his lips, focused on how plush and plump they looked. They looked so velvety, and you couldn’t resist your urge to reach out and touch them. You brought your thumb to his lips and ran it along them, and they were just as soft as they appeared. You held your thumb there for a moment, and you were surprised by his lips puckering on it.

You looked back to his eyes out of shock, only to find them lazily open and already on your face. A soft smile formed on his face, and you felt your whole face warm. He stretched, so you let your hand fall away from his mouth. He sleepily rubbed at his eyes, finally opening them again to let them settle on you.

“Like something you see?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Shut up,” you laughed, shaking your head at him before starting to sit up. 

He made a sound of disapproval, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you towards him. He spooned you from behind, your back pressed against his bare chest. You tensed up, but as his arms settled around you in a warm cuddle, you felt yourself relaxing into his touch. You craned your neck up to look at him, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to your forehead.

You chuckled at the action, mostly out of disbelief. “Who knew you were such a softie in the mornings?”

“I’m not soft,” he scoffed, but his arms stayed wrapped around you, and his eyes told a different story. 

You just hummed, settling into his hold even more. “What made you stay last night?” you asked curiously.

“I was pretty tired,” he said, and as if on queue, he yawned. 

You nodded, resting your head on his chest. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, and it was actually nice to just lay with him. Once again, he was surprising you, and you were starting to think there was a lot more to him than whatever front he put up. 

Even if he wanted to deny feeling soft for the moment, you were certain that you were feeling soft, so you turned in his arms to meet his eyes again. You were so captivated by the color of them; not one color, but a few. The sunlight that filtered through your blinds landed on his face and made them brighter, and you caught yourself staring. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He was staring right back at you.

You bit your lip in contemplation, wanting to kiss him but also afraid to make this moment any more intimate than it already was. Though, you figured you were already here, might as well do this while you’re at it. 

You adjusted yourself in his grip so you were able to reach his lips, leaned forward, and pressed your lips against his. Much to your pleasure, he was as gentle as you were. Neither of you were in any rush to get this out. You both seemed to have the same thoughts in mind, even if neither of you wanted to admit anything out loud.

You brought your hands up to his hair, and found it to be as soft as you’d assumed it was. Your fingers threaded themselves through the strands and just played with them instead of pulling or tugging. From the way his grip on your waist tightened, you could tell he was enjoying it. 

Your lips moved together lazily, and your bodies kept the same pace. Though you were getting closer to each other, it was slow -- gradual. Your legs tangled with his, his hands lifted your pajama top and played with the skin on your hips; each touch was gentle and deliberate.

His hand slipped down to your thigh, then continued on to wrap around your leg and hike it up over his hip. He shifted to free himself from his boxers, and since you’d only worn panties to sleep, he slipped them to the side and put himself at your entrance.

“Is this okay?” he asked, voice still gravelly.

You nodded and hummed, preparing for the way he stretched you out. Once he pushed in, you both let out breathy moans, your lips meeting again to bask in the pleasure. He bottomed out, then stayed still for a brief moment. He let his hand fall to your hip again, gripping the skin as he enjoyed how much tighter you felt in this position.

He started to move, your breath coming out in little pants as he rolled his hips into yours. You started to meet his thrusts by shifting your hips forward, making him go even deeper. At this pace and angle, you could feel how big he was with every motion; the ridges and veins of his cock giving you more pleasure than before. 

The pleasure was just as intense for Ethan, too. The tightness of your warm walls and the way you were clutching onto him, trying to bring him closer, was driving him insane. So much so that he felt his orgasm coming on before he wanted it to.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his grip on you tightening even more. “I’m cumming.”

You moaned as you felt his hot cum inside you again, every twitch of his cock bringing you another wave of pleasure. You closed your eyes and let your nails trail over his skin, honestly ready to fall back to sleep for a few more hours.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” he sighed, looking disappointed in himself.

“No, but it’s fine-”

“It’s not fine, lay back.”

“What are you-”

“Just lay back for me,” he ordered, removing his arms from around you.

You reluctantly left his warm embrace to lay on your back, and he settled himself between your legs, his mouth level with your cunt. “Open your mouth,” he said.

You opened your mouth, waiting to see what he was going to do. He stuck his tongue out and leaned his head forward, licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, making you moan. He sat up on his knees, his own cum gathered up on his tongue, and crawled up your body to spit it in your mouth. You swallowed it happily, the action alone enough to make your clit throb. The taste of your combined juices drove you insane, and you pulled him back to your mouth for more of the taste, bringing his tongue into your mouth to savor it.

He went back down and repeated the action, bringing his cum up to your mouth until almost all of it was out of you. When he wasn’t able to get any more from you, he stayed down at your pussy and focused on eating you out. Your back was arched into his grip, his tongue working like magic on your clit and between your folds. He alternated between licking you, sucking you, and fucking you with his tongue, which was enough to have you mewling with pleasure and coming undone at his touch.

It was when he shook his head back and forth with his tongue pressed against your clit that you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head tipped back, your fingers gripping his hair and your hips grinding on his mouth. He pulled you even tighter to him, wanting to draw out your high for as long as he could. He stayed there, kitten-licking you until your body relaxed and he knew you were spent.

He crawled over you again, letting his body cover yours as he leaned down to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his lips was an added bonus to the tender touch of his kiss, and when you felt his erection against your thigh, you giggled.

“Round two?” you asked, moving your legs to try to wrap them around him.

He laughed in return, but sighed. “I wish I could, but I gotta get back before Gray gets annoyed. I have plans with him today.”

You were disappointed, but nodded your head in understanding, letting your legs relax. 

He smirked at you, kissing you once more before standing. He got dressed while you laid in your sheets, just watching him. It still felt strange how different he was this morning, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. Still, you were curious.

“What was with the change of pace?” you asked, making him look up from his task of getting his belt in the loops.

He shrugged, seeming to think it over in his mind before answering. “Maybe I was a little soft,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but why?”

He shrugged again, this time not looking up from his task. “I can be real nice when you aren’t pissing me off,” he smirked, finally getting it through the loops and looking back at you. 

You rolled your eyes and stood up, slipping your panties back on and grabbing a pair of shorts to wear around the house. He chuckled again, pulling his shirt over his head. “There’s my brat,” he said affectionately, and although there was sarcasm in his statement, it didn’t fail to make you feel special. You sort of liked the title.

He checked his hair in your mirror and seemed to decide he was happy with his appearance. He turned to you an opened his arms wide, a small smile decorating his face. You smiled back, walking into his embrace and letting him kiss you goodbye. 

“Try not to ignore my texts this time around,” he said, winking at you as he left your bedroom.

“We’ll see,” you teased, but in reality, you knew you wouldn’t be. 

You felt like there was a whole side to Ethan that was only just emerging, and you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t like it. He was growing on you -- dominance, cockiness, rudeness, and all the rest. Even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud yet.

Even as Ethan left your apartment to head back to his place, he knew he wouldn’t be letting you slip between his fingers. You may have gotten under his skin, but you seemed to fit there. And it seemed that he could fuck the attitude out of you, which he was starting to love doing. You were his little brat, and he didn’t have any plans to let that go any time soon.

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan fanfiction #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan fluff #ethan dolan x reader #the dolan twins #dolan twins #i hope u all enjoy this :) either again or for the first time

[anna-justice]

Lost or Found - 17

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU

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17 - Dancing On My Own ...

Jay stood on Hank Voight’s porch waiting anxiously. He only had an hour before he had to pick up Hailey and meet everyone to take pictures, but when Hank called him and asked him to come over he figured it must be important. 

The front door swung open, revealing a man that he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was hard for Jay, he had always been close to Hank and without Erin it felt strange to be a part of each other’s lives. Especially since he had been MIA since Erin’s body was found. 

“Jay.” He said, giving him a once over. Obviously surprised by the nice suit and dress shoes. “Come in.” Jay nodded and stepped past the older man into the house, taking in it’s familiarity. He hadn’t been in the house since the night Erin went missing and almost like someone hit rewind on a tape player, all the memories came rushing back. 

It was easy to put Erin out of his mind for the most part, he was barely reminded of her anymore. As terrible as it sounds, everyone had moved on. The pain of missing her didn’t hurt as much anymore. However, being there was bringing back the pit in his stomach. It was a different feeling though, as he walked into the kitchen, it was guilt not sadness. His heart didn’t ache for his lost love anymore, if he was honest with himself it hadn’t for a long time. 

“It’s good to see you.” Jay said, leaning against the counter. 

Hank nodded, “You too.” He said, turning to grab an envelope from above the fridge. “So, what are you dressed up for?” Hank asked, chuckling as he rounded Jay to stand opposite him. 

“Oh, Homecoming is tonight.” Jay said, glancing down at his yellow tie. It was the only clue about her dress that Hailey would give him. 

“You have a date?” Hank asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Jay swallowed hard, he wasn’t sure any teenage boy in the history of the world had been in this position before and he was not happy to be the first: Telling your dead girlfriend's dad that you are going out with (one of) her best friends. “Hailey.” He choked out, watching for the fury to cross Hank’s face. It never came.

“She seems like a good kid.” Was all he said before grabbing the manilla folder once again. Internally Hank was showing a different emotion. Even though he expected Jay to move on, and he hoped he would, he wasn’t expecting it so soon or for it to be the blonde that he had met a few times. 

“Yeah.” Jay said, you could cut the tension in the room like a knife. “Anyway, why did you call me?”

“Right.” Hank said, taking a breath and looking the young man in the eye. “This is going to sound a little crazy, but I need you to work with me…” Jay nodded cautiously. 

“Okay?”

Hank pulled a stack of papers out of the folder, “Jay. I think Erin is alive.”

…

By the time that Jay knocked on Hailey’s door , he had still not recovered from Hank’s news. It was crazy, it couldn’t be true.  They had all seen her body, they had all been to her funeral. Twice. His mind was racing as fast as his heart.

Hank had bank statements, photos of girls that could be Erin, even an eye witness, but Jay still couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t let himself, all it was, was a desperate father trying to deal with his daughters death. And that was exactly what he was going to say to Hailey, but when the door opened he was sure his brain had stopped working. 

Hailey looked absolutely breathtaking and that was exactly what she did, she took his breath away. But not the “subtle gasp” kind of breathtaking, it was the “knocked on your back, can’t move or even see, don’t even know you’re alive” kind of breathtaking. He was stunned, he couldn’t look away. Her blonde hair was falling over her shoulders in soft curls, contradicting her normal messy waves, the top pinned back. Her yellow dress was almost shiny and hugged her waist perfectly, then flaring out. Most importantly, she was wearing a soft smile as she stared back at him and Jay was convinced for a moment that she was an angel. 

“Hey.” She said, a blush gracing her cheeks.

Jay sighed, finally able to breathe again. “Hey.” He chuckled nervously, looking down and noticing her nude heels, something he thought he would never see Hailey wear. He smirked, nodding at her feet. “Can you ever walk in those?”

Hailey glared at him, “For your information, I can.” She said, confidently (and gracefully he might add) walking towards him. She stopped so close to him that their chests were almost touching. “And now I’m almost as tall as you.” She said, grinning up at him.

Jay laughed, knowing for sure that still had at least four inches on her. He smiled down at her. “In your dreams.”

They stayed like that for a moment, smiling at each other, completely unaware that anyone else around them existed, until they were reminded. “Well Jay, don’t you look handsome.” Trudy said from the doorway and Hailey jumped away from him, spinning around to face her aunt, who snapped a quick photo. Hailey felt her cheeks heat up yet again as she watched Jay nod a “thank you.” 

“Let me grab my clutch and then we can go.” She said.

Jay nodded, “I’ll be here.” 

Hailey rushed inside and to the kitchen where she had left it on the counter. She took a moment to take a quick breather. Her aunt was right, Jay looked handsome. Very handsome. In fact, Hailey was convinced that her heart literally skipped a beat when she saw him. Thank God for the pacemaker.

She grabbed her flower print bag and rushed back to the door, “Ready.” She said and bid her aunt goodbye. Keeping up with Jay was harder than normal with her added height as they headed for the truck, however, it was a little easier to get in the massive thing. 

Hailey couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but in the midst of everything being exactly the same as always, something felt different. Jay was smiling a little bigger and she swore she caught him sneak a glance at her before they pulled out of her driveway. At this point her brain was just a big pile of Jay Halstead related mush.

“Can you put the arboretum or wherever we are going into waze?” Jay asked, chuckling as Hailey laughed and nodded. In the perfectness that was the last ten minutes, Jay had completely forgotten about Erin and her possible resurrection. He almost said something, but after one glance at Hailey and how happy she looked, he couldn’t do it. He could give her this night, he could give all of them this night. He was sure that whatever problem existed now would still exist tomorrow, and at the moment, he wished tomorrow would never come. 

…

Kevin stood in his living room in front of their decorative mirror, fixing his tie for the hundredth time and attempting to forget that he was flying solo. Something that he had become very used to over the past few months. However, even though he was feeling extremely alone romantically, he was still married to football.

Thankfully his terrible performance in the second half of the first game of the season was terrible, he managed to recover well. He was an absolute beast on the field and he proved that time and time again. The forced point shaving had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It had lit a fire under his ass burning hotter everyday. 

He was headed for the door when his mother intercepted him, claiming to want just a few more pictures. “Ma, I’m gonna be late.” He said, brushing down his suit jacket. 

“You’ll be fine.” She said, capturing her son's aggravated expression with a glare on her face. “Smile.” Kevin obeyed, flashing a bright smile for the camera. 

Kevin was attempting to leave again when Vinessa came running toward him. “Kevy!” She yelled as he scooped her up into his arms.

“What’s up little girl?” He asked, tickling her gently.

Vinessa laughed loudly, “Kevy, I haff to tell you a secet.” She said, not quite hitting all the right sounds. Kevin stuck his ear out to her as to say “continue.” His little sister leaned him and whispered in his ear, “Your fiend Erin told me to tell you dat she will see you soon.” She said and giggled. 

Kevin looked at her in shock. Whoever was talking to Vinessa was pretending to be Erin and now they were sending threats through her! He was terrified and mad as hell all at the same time. Looks like school dances would have to wait, he had to get to the bottom of this. 

…

Kim hung up the phone and frowned at her friends. “That was Kev, he can’t make it. He said it was a family emergency and to not worry.” She said sadly, leaning into Adam’s side. 

“What? No.” Hailey said, looking at Jay. “I hope everything is okay, with Vinessa and Jordan.”

Jay placed a comforting hand on her exposed back, trying not to notice how smooth the skin was. “I’m sure they are fine. He would tell us if there was something wrong.” 

Hailey nodded as Kim smiled big. “Well, we can still have a good time without Kevin, just not as good of a time.” She trailed off.

“Yeah, who is going to line dance with me now?” Adam asked, acting distraught. He cocked an eyebrow at Jay, who held his hands up.

“Don’t look at me man.” They all laughed before turning to Kim’s mom who had offered to help out with photos, along with Sylvie’s. She and Matt had tagged along with their group. 

Thirty fun (and painful) minutes later, Hailey stood posed with just Jay as Kim took their picture. His arm was around her waist and hers was on his back. She smiled brightly before shrieking as Jay tased her. She heard the camera click as she fell into him, no doubt looking like a crazy person. Hailey hated being tickled. 

“Hey!” She yelled when she finally got her balance. 

Jay shrugged, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He reached out or her hand, catching her off guard again. He spun her around, Hailey laughing as Jay watched her. She was too gorgeous for her own good.

“That was so cute!” Kim called from behind the camera. Hailey blushed, feeling reality set in again. Her and Jay always seemed to get interrupted, not that there was anything really to interrupt. Jay laughed behind her, distracting her once again. He had gotten really good at doing that, it was a miracle she had an A in criminal justice. 

Jay watched Hailey walk towards Kim. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked over and found Matt standing beside him. “Tell her.” He said and Jay looked at him in shock. Matt chuckled, “Trust me man, just tell her.” Jay looked at Hailey as Matt headed for his date. To him, she was the only girl in the room and he wanted to tell her just that, but how could he risk it when he had so much to lose?

…

Hailey was sweaty, her curls were already gone and at this point she couldn’t even feel her toes. It had only been an hour and it had already been an eventful night, complete with Adam pouring his drink down the front of Kim’s dress and Kim changing in entirety. Going as far as to change her hairstyle to “better match the new dress's neckline.” It had been a whirlwind. 

Hailey had barely caught her breath at one of the standing tables before Jay approached. They hadn’t spent as much time together as she would have hoped, it was loud and they had a lot of friends, not to mention all the girls that wanted Jay all to themselves.

The music changed suddenly and soon the dance floor was only filled by swaying couples. Jay held out his hand, “Dance with me?” He asked.

“Jay-”

“One slow dance, Hailes.” That was it, she was done. She was literally melting in his hands. “Just one.” 

Hailey nodded sheepishly, letting her hand slip effortlessly in his. He led her to the floor, pulling her close. Hailey sucked in a breath, she wasn’t prepared to be this close. 

“Did I step on your foot?” Jay asked, panicking slightly as she tensed in his arms.

Hailey shook her head, “No, you’re perfect.” Jay cocked an eyebrow at her words, he almost thought that he had imagined it. Hailey’s eyes went wide, “Uh, I mean, you’re a good dancer.”

Jay didn’t say anything in response, he just let his hands fall to her waist, pulling her a little closer. Hailey finally relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She let her cheek rest against his chest, just focusing on him.

As much as Jay loved the feeling on Hailey’s head on his chest, he wished she would move it. He was sure that she could feel his heart thumping, and at this rate he wasn’t sure it was going to slow down. 

They swayed gently to the words of Journey’s “Faithfully.” Hailey let her mind wander, she wasn’t exactly sure how she ended up there, dancing (literally) around her feelings. This wasn’t her.

Maybe it was the song or the way that he was holding her, but Hailey's feelings became overwhelming. She couldn’t think of anything but him, she wasn’t aware of the crowd around her. It was just them. She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him for a moment. His green eyes searched her blue ones, never breaking contact. Hailey lifted one hand to cup his cheek and let her gaze fall to his lips before meeting his eyes again. She stood on her toes, reaching up and connecting her lips to his.

Jay held her close to him, kissing her back immediately. He couldn’t believe that this was happening again. Hailey arched her back, pulling him with her. Finally the two had to come up for air and they reluctantly pulled away. Jay smiled brightly, bringing his hand to cup Hailey’s face. He was about to lean again and show everyone in the room that she was finally his, but something in the distance caught his attention. Someone in the distance.

It was only a brief moment, a glimpse of a familiar face, a red dress popping out in the crowd. “Jay?” Hailey asked.

“I-I’ll be right back.” He said, taking off in the direction of the figure, leaving Hailey alone in the middle of the dance floor. 

…

A/N: Sorry for the long wait and don’t worry, the dance is far from over! ALSO, I actually remembered my tag list haha

@lissethsrojas @fuckyeahkillianemma @puckluck28 @chilly7188 @thebigapocalypsewolf @karihighman @upsteadheart @ruzek-halstead

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead au #kim burgess #adam ruzek #burzek #burzek au #kevin atwater #hank voight #trudy platt #sylvie brett #matt casey #brettsey #brettsey au #chicago pd #chicago fire #one chicago #chicago pd au #high school au

[what-big-teeth]

Protect (Male Naga ; Fic Raffle)

And the fic is completed! As per the request of @teacupfullofstars​, this story features a plus-sized reader and a male naga. I had loads of fun writing this (the proof being the 9 and 1/4 pages saved to my Word processor)! So I hope you guys enjoy this one as well! Female Reader (POV) x Male Monster If there was one job perk you adored, it was traveling. 

Since your employment, your career took you across vast oceans and past numerous borders. And with every site you visited, you experienced various cultures, met interesting people, and saw amazing creatures—mythical and common—up close. All while diligently ensuring the wildlife you worked with would no longer be at risk. 

Not too shabby for an endangered species biologist, all things considered. 

But this go around? Probably your most difficult assignment as of yet. Not because of the dwindling number of sun eagles you’re attempting to save. Or the stifling, scorching humidity coming in from the Bay of Bengal. 

No, it’s all due to one of the wildlife sanctuary’s guards: Karan. 

Which is why you’re preoccupied with hoping he isn’t assigned to the main expedition today. 

“Really?” your tentmate drawls. “You know you can’t keep doing this, right?” 

You sniff and finish applying anti-chafing balm to your plump thighs, all while Maura gathers the silk spilling from her gland for the expedition.

“Considering how this awkwardness isn’t my fault, I can and will keep avoiding him.” 

Maura sighs, stopping the flow of silk once she’s braided it into a long thick rope. She tucks a white strand of hair behind a pointed, deep gray ear. 

“Considering how he and the other guards are sharing a campground with us and he’s their leader, good luck with that.” 

Part of you knows she’s right, which is why you bite your bottom lip…then quickly apply a layer of lip salve. Best to not get chapped lips during your stay in the jungle. You pull up your pair of breathable pants and tuck your socked feet into your hiking boots. 

“We’re close to finding the source behind the sun eagles’ dwindling numbers. So I can, seeing as we’ll be done here in a few days.” 

“Sure thing,” Maura says, heading over to the tent flap with her arms full of thick silk. “As long as you’re not asked to help boost the population with a breeding program.” 

Maura’s comment makes you pause in the middle of pulling on your neutral-colored, long-sleeved shirt. You know there’s a good chance you and your colleagues will be asked to help multiply the sun eagle population. And even though you’ll be paid handsomely by the government, is it really worth the naga-shaped headache? 

“Missy?” It takes a moment to identify the deep, male voice outside your tent. “You and Maura ready to go?” 

The tension winding up in your body rushes out like a flood. It’s only Bashnog, one of the guards.

“Give us a few minutes and we will be!” 

Someone else “tsks”. The sound has just a bit of susurrus to it. 

“We cannot afford to waste any more time,” Karan says, matter-of-fact. “Please meet us by the campground’s southern edge.”

“Speak of the devil,” you mutter. 

“Pardon?” 

“Nothing!” You scoop up the bottle of sunscreen at your feet. “We’ll be out soon!” 

With a final huff of air, Karan slithers away, rustling the leaves and sticks on the ground outside.

Maura glances your way, smirking as she opens the tent’s entrance. 

“What was that about avoiding him again?” 

You groan. Loudly.

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The humid, summer air engulfs you as you tighten the straps on your daypack. With the way sweat gathers in your sports bra, you already know that personal, manual laundering will be a must tonight. Not only for you, but for your human peers and non-human colleagues that don’t handle heat so well. 

Bashnog spots you from the campground’s edge and waves a deep green hand in greeting. He smiles, one of his chipped tucks gleaming in the dimmed sunlight. 

“Sleep well, Missy?” 

“As well as I could, Bash.” 

Ever since you met the muscular, jovial orc three weeks ago, Bashnog took to calling you “Missy”. You didn’t mind as long as you could give him a nickname. Hence, Bash. 

“You’ll be back inside a properly air-conditioned hotel when this is all over,” he says, chuckling. 

“It’s not the summer heat that’s really bothering me...” 

You covertly lean to the left, looking past him. 

Karan stands near the front of the group, surrounded by the other sanctuary guards. He doles on instructions, his rich brown face as impassive as ever. You can’t recall ever seeing him smile during the time you’ve known him. Which, honestly, is a shame. 

With his tidy, yet short jet-black hair, high-bridged nose, and muscular body, you know he’s caught an eye or two. Especially since any guy in a sharp uniform tends to draw appreciation. And the yellow and brown scale pattern of an Indian rock python on his serpentine half compliments his skin tone. 

Hell, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. But that spark was snuffed out the moment he stiffened then slithered away after first seeing you. Honestly... 

“Missy?” 

You turn your attention back to Bash. 

“You’re Karan’s closest friend. Are you sure I didn’t do anything to offend him?”

Learning the cultural norms and expectations of both humans and non-humans came with the job description. And yet, no matter how hard you wracked your brain and sifted through your memories, you couldn’t think of how you could’ve upset him. 

“Swear on my stronghold, Missy,” he says grinning. “You haven’t. Come on, we should join the others.” 

Well, that was totally unhelpful. You settle on taking Bash’s words to heart, doing your best to ignore the shred the doubt growing in your mind.  

He takes his place besides Karan while you head over towards Maura, who’s a few feet away, her arm threaded through her long coil of rope. As you walk past one of your male colleagues, Jamison, he lets out an insufferable groan that catches your ear. 

“…bad enough we have to deal with the black widow drider,” he mutters, “but we have to deal with having her in the front? She’ll only slow us down.” 

‘The black widow drider’ being Maura and ‘her’ being you. You stop where you stand and whirl to face him, ready to unleash a few choice words. But someone else beats you to it. 

“I didn’t know demeaning your co-workers was a particular talent of your, Jamison. Perhaps I should let your employer know.” 

Jamison jolts backwards only to land on his ass. Karan stares down at him through pinpoint slits surrounded by a warm gold. He crosses his arms, unknowingly showcasing the dark patches of scales dotting his skin. 

“T-that…” Jamison swallows loudly. “That isn’t—” 

“Enough. Discrimination of any sort has no place on this reserve. Fall in line where you’re meant to go. And stay silent.” 

Karan hisses out the last of his command, showing a hint of fang. Jamison clambers to his feet and darts away, kicking up leaves and dirt a hurried rush. That leaves you standing before Karan, your mouth awkwardly parted. You close it with a soft click and clear your throat.  

“Uh, thank you,” you say. Because that’s only thing your stunned mind can manage right now.

Karan nods then says your name. You wonder if you’ve both made some sort of breakthrough…

“You’ll be positioned up front behind me and in front of Maura during the expedition.” 

…and wished you hadn’t. 

“B-but,” you begin, almost floundering, “Bash is your second-in-command! Isn’t that his usual spot?”  

“It is. But one of my men, Arnolds, hasn’t been seen since the start of this week. We’ll have to make due with what guards we have.” 

Your mind recalls the tall, American expatriate with the charming crew-cut and even more charming personality. Unlike present company. 

“If you think that’s best,” you say, sighing. 

Karan nods, a resolute light in his eyes. There’s no point in disagreeing now, so you dip your head in reply.  

He calls out to Maura and calmly gestures for you to follow along. You do, taking part of the rope Maura offers you after she gives a portion of it to Karan. As she doles out the rest to the others while they fall in line, Karan ties his part around his waist then faces the group. 

“Everyone! We’re close to determining the cause behind the sun eagles’ endangerment. I believe this will be the first of many forays into their nesting grounds.” 

His eyes scan the group with purpose then meet your gaze.  

“As their territory veers off the public path, Bashnog and I have determined the best way to link the group together is through the use of rope made of drider silk. Please quickly tie your portion around your waist so we can move out.” 

No need to tell you twice. Once you’ve tied a secure, tight knot about your thick waist, you adjust your daypack and wait. After one of the guards taking up the rear gives the word, Karan instructs the group to follow. 

The trek down the public pathway is familiar as you’ve taken it quite a few times. But this is the first time you and your colleagues will head into the jungle. After about a fifteen-minute hike, Karan slowly comes to a halt before a gap in the dense tangle of tall trees. He holds up a clenched fist, a signal towards his men. 

“From this point on,” he yells above the teeming noise, “you biologists will be in uncharted territory. Working together with us will guarantee our quick arrival at the nesting site and future success. Remember this.” 

After a small pause, he pushes onward and you follow before the silk rope pulls taut. You have to take larger than usual steps to avoid tripping over the thick underbrush. But this isn’t your first go around with having to hike across cluttered terrain, albeit in a different climate. 

Talk about foresight; no wonder Karan enlisted Maura’s help yesterday. You turn back and look at her, hoping to start a conversation to pass the time. But she shakes her head, then juts her chin forward. Towards Karan. 

“Seriously?!” you hiss at her. 

Karan clears his throat. You bottle up the sharp annoyance bubbling up inside you. 

“Is there a problem?” 

And feel it dissipate. Instead of his usual no-nonsense tone, his voice is calm. Almost gentle, even. Strange… 

“No,” you say, licking away the beads of sweat gathering on your upper lip. But that’s a lie and you know it. “Actually, there is.” 

Karan turns his head slightly in your direction to indicate he’s listening. You flex your damp hands a few times and take a soothing breath.

“I know you don’t like me,” you say with a bit more edge than planned; screw it. “But it’s hard to apologize for an offense when I don’t even know what I did.” 

You brace yourself when Karan looks at you over his shoulder. Instead of the anger you expected, his features are twisted with confusion. 

“I never said anything about disliking you.” He glances away with a frown then sighs. “If anything, I—!” 

His clawed hand closes around your wrist in a vice.  

“Get down!” 

You fall onto your front, pulled down by his sudden movement. The rope tied around your waist goes taut then slack. Everyone else must be following Karan’s lead. 

Shots ring out. Your pulse hammers inside of your skull and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. Quick footfalls burst out from the thick foliage around you, overtaking the sounds of wildlife. Then a series of sharp clicks; your blood runs cold.  

“Never thought I’d see the day when the great Karan was down on his face,” a familiar voice says. “Will wonders never cease.”

Karan shifts his head up. He lets out a low, angry hiss.  

“Arnolds?!” 

Your eyes flit up in spite of your fear. Stomach dropping, you realize it is him. He adjusts the strap of the massive, loaded gun he holds in his hands with a smirk. “The one and only, boss.”

Then, as if to twist the knife further, he snaps his fingers. One of the unfamiliar men steps towards him and holds up a bloody sack. He reaches inside and partially pulls out a mangled, black wing. You swallow the bile and anger building in your throat. 

This is the cause of the sun eagles’ endangerment. Karan’s sharp claws gouge deep rows into the ground.  

“Why throw in your lot with poachers?”  

“Money, obviously. It’s one thing to have a nice little stipend from the government.” Arnolds smirks cruelly.  “But it’s another to find a growing need among the Black Market. You and I both know how valuable sun eagle feathers are for their incendiary properties. And the bodies of their deceased elders have been used to make tonics for ages. But as of late, there are high spenders who’d pay top dollar for a dead, stuffed bird.” 

Arnolds steps closer to Karan and kneels in front of him. 

“So I thought, ‘why not meet the needs of the important few while lining my pockets as well’?”

“You bas—” 

You hear a sharp click and glimpse a thin, black barrel being pressed against Karan’s temple. 

“Now, now,” Arnolds says. “There’s no need to be rude.” 

His cold blue eyes dart over and meet yours. 

“Especially when the cute little biologist you’ve been carrying a torch for can have a little accident.” 

You freeze, but a breath still escapes you. 

“What?” 

A sharp bout of laughter pierces your ears. 

“Doesn’t matter now,” Arnolds says. “Tell me what you think of this headline, Karan. ‘Top sanctuary guard found deceased on site; endangered species biologist goes missing’.” You press your body closer to the ground as Arnolds pins you in place with his sharp gaze.  

“Gotta keep the supply of sun eagles happy, healthy, and viable, right?” Arnolds stands. “Take her. Kill the rest.” 

Everything happens in a blur. There a knife against the silk rope. Foreign, clammy hands dig into your arms. Maura bears her fangs. You peer up into the barrel of a gun. An enraged hiss, an injured scream. A shot rings out. Darkness envelops your vision and you know no more.

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You come to thanks to an insistent beeping… and something cool rubbing the inside of your forearm. You shift and the coolness gentle grasps your wrist. Someone whispers your name. 

“…Karan?” you mutter. 

“I’m right here,” he says gently.  

Squinting against the fluorescent light hurts more than it should. Doesn’t help that your head is pounding, too. But it slowly subsides and you come face to face with Karan. His red-rimmed golden eyes peer down at you and he smiles. 

“Hey there,” he whispers with a croak.  The corners of your lips lift just a bit. 

“Hey yourself. What…what happened?” 

Karan strokes your skin and explains. In the ensuing chaos, the sanctuary guards were able to fight back against Arnolds and his men. Maura was quick to down the more dangerous of the armed poachers with her venom, while Bashnog was able to disarm the majority.  

Panicking, Arnolds fired his gun and shot you. Thankfully, the bullet ended up passing through a non-vital area. But the shock of being injured made your mind shut down temporarily.  

“After that,” Karan says, “I saw red. When I came back to myself, Arnolds was downed with bloody claw marks across his stomach. I carried you back to the camp while Maura tended to your wound. Bashnog informed law enforcement of Arnolds’ plot. He and his remaining men were taken into government custody. And you…” 

His voice quivers. You gently pull your arm out of his grip then lace your fingers with his, being careful of his claws. He squeezes your hand. 

“I’m still here,” you say.  

“But you may not have been,” he whispers. 

Tears trail down his cheek, catching on the smaller scales dotting his face as he says your name. 

“I have never hated you. The reason for my off-standish behavior during the first day…that wasn’t the first time I saw you.” 

Karan inhales a silent breath then releases it.  

“A week prior to your arrival, I was made aware of the biologists who would come to sanctuary. Files, including photographs, were sent my way.” 

His eyes find your and hold your gaze.  

“Seeing your photo took my breath away.” 

Heat surges into your cheeks as you try to speak. But Karan gently presses the pad of index finger against your lips.  

“Please, let me finish.” You nod as your pulse speeds up. He pulls his hand away from your face and you shiver. 

“I did all I could to deny my attraction to you. After all, such a thing in a professional setting wouldn’t be conducive to our work. But when I saw you in person that first day, my interest in you grew tenfold. If I hadn’t turn and left at that moment, I feared I would’ve said something horribly foolish.” 

“Karan…” 

“So. To answer your question, I have never once hated you. If anything, you have been a constant thought in the back of my mind. And when at the forefront, you made the worst of days much more bearable. That is the truth.” 

You swallow at the lump building in your throat and smile. 

“That explains a lot,” you whisper as if sharing a secret with him. “Mind if I say something?” 

“What is it?” 

“The feeling is mutual.” 

He smiles, and it’s as warm as you knew it would be. Backlit by the lights above, he slowly leans down towards you. You close your eyes, consenting and waiting.

 A sharp beeping interrupts the moment, making your cringe. 

Karan hisses against the noise. The door to your hospital room opens and a male nurse rushes in. All while Maura and Bashnog peep inside from opposite sides of the doorjamb. The nurse begins chastising Karan, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him startled. You can’t help but laugh as the nurse starts pushing him towards the entrance, saying he can visit later, after you have calmed down. But there’s no way you’re letting this chance pass by. 

“Hey Karan!”  

He looks at you over his shoulder.  

“How does a date sound?” 

He grins.  “Perfect.” 

And you can’t help but silently agree.               

#monster boyfriend #monster/human #monster romance #exophilia #naga #terato #100 follower raffle #hope you all enjoy! #female reader #fem reader

[thatanimenerd101]

Birthday fic! Kirishima or hawks ^^ ❤️

(Yes and yes. Imma give you both because why not. Plus I think everyone needs some fluff. Happy birthday my friend! They are the only one that reads my work on Wattpad. I’m actually considering not posting there anymore. Now, as you may know I have decided to go until December because I have some cute ideas for winter fics.) 

Kirishima x Female 

Hawks x Female

Kirishima:

You were fast asleep, all wrapped up in blankets and curled up to your boyfriend of three years. The red head was awake at four am, not because of work. But for something special. Today was your birthday and Kirishima had a plan.

He slowly got out of bed and he grabbed his pillow for you to hold. So that you wouldn’t wake up. He tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to open the front door, where Bakugo was standing.

“Took you long enough dumb hair!”

After a few hours of trying to be quiet as to not to wake you up. You were a light sleeper so making you breakfast was a task. 

When your breakfast was ready Bakugo left. The house was decorated. All that was missing was the birthday girl. 

Carrying the food bakugo helped him make, he set it down on the bedside table. 

“Y/n, baby, it is time to get up.” Kirishima kissed your forehead. 

Opening your eyes you smiled up at him. “Good morning Kiri.”

“Happy birthday my love.” He handed you you’re favorite breakfast meal. 

“Thank you so much! I love it and I love you.”

Your birthday was spend shopping, Kirishima insited on buying anything you wanted of anything you looked at. He wasn’t around much and wanted to make up for it.

At the end of the night, the red head suprised you with dinner and a new movie he knew you wanted to see. It was the premiere of it, only the best for Red Riot and his girlfriend. Lots of eyes were on you, in response to this Kiri had his arm around your waist the full night. A picture of you kissing him on the cheek was taken. Nether of you gave a shit. Because, everyone already knew of your relationship.

As you were getting out of the shower, only in a towel. You saw Eijirou with a bottle of your favorite lotion.

“Let me give you a massage pebble.” He smiled and let you to your bed. Towel left and forgotten in the bathroom.

Hawks:

The blonde had to find a way to get off of work for your birthday. After a couple of weeks of complaining, he was given a “mental health day” when in reality he just wanted to spend time with you. He missed your birthday last year. He wanted to surprise you, so he planed a small party at his place. Your family and best friends were invited.

You had no idea about the party. Your boyfriend of five years just told you that he wouldn’t be home for your birthday. But he promised to make it up. Keigo never broke his promises. Knowing him, you would get your favorite flowers with a feather in it and something cute he found for you. Last time it was a little charm bracelet.

On the day of the party, he asked you to run some errands for him. He also told you to buy a dress?

“That crazy bird. Why do I need a dress?” You gave him a questionable look.

He looked at over the couch, “Since I got off of work for some reason, I’m taking you somewheres and you’ll need a dress. I don’t care how much it will cost. Anything to make my baby bird happy.” He smirked at you. “Your ass looks nice in those jeans.”

“Keigo!” Your face tinted red.

“What? I’m telling you the turth.”

You kissed his cheek, and told him goodbye.

Ten minutes later, he made sure you were gone.

“Alright everyone she’s gone!” Your parents and close friends came out from the unused guest bedroom.

“Alright does everyone know what to do?”

“Yes!” Everyone replied.

You’re close friends planned to “accidentally” bump into you at the dress shop of where you shopped.

Your parents and Keigo decorated the house.

He somehow got covered in glitter, but your parents assured him that they could make a cake without his help.

Meanwhile at the dress shop.

“Hey y/n!” Your three friends called out. Yui, Sun and Raz.

You looked up from the purple dress you were looking at. “Hi, how are you all doing.”

They all responded.

“We are here to find some dresses, we are all going clubbing tomorrow night. Wanna come?” Your friend Yui asked.

“Yeah! We can celebrate your birthday tomorrow since your busy tonight.” Sun and Raz said in unison. The two were twins and shared the same one brain cell.

After a few hours all four off you found dresses. Yours was a bold shade of red and showed off your body. Yui’s dress was yellow and modest. The twins, Sun and Raz had matching blue dresses.

“Goodbye everyone!” You waved to your friends.

“Yeah, see your tomorrow gal!” They waved goodbye and got into a taxi.

Little did you knew they were heading back to your house.

Hawks was getting out of the shower and drying his hair. Almost all the glitter was off of him. Everything was ready, all he needed to do was find some clothes.

He couldn’t get the tie right.

“Damn it!” A knock on his bedroom door. “Come in.”

It was your dad. “I see your having trouble my boy. Want some help?”

“Yes please.” He smiled and it was a moment of a father and son. Keigo never knew how to tie a tie until your father showed him. He tried Hawks like his own son. Soon to be son-in law. He asked for your parents blessing and they agreed on the spot.

It was time, lights were off and waiting for you to come home.

“Really Kei, you know I hate the dark.” You walked in and turned the lights on.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone yelled.

You jumped up and once you realized what was going on you smiled. “Thank you all so much. Now I know why you wanted me outta the house bird brain.”

“Bird brain?” This is when you realized that everyone was dressed up. Your boyfriend looked handsome and hot at the same time. You then knew why he told you to buy a dress. Once you changed your boyfriend whispered in your ear, “I love that dress on you, but I think I’ll like it better on the our bedroom floor with me on top of you.” He said this so casually, like it didn’t face him at all. Your face was red for a while. 

Your friends dared you like school children to dance with Keigo. You did. Towards the end of the song, your boyfriend stopped.

“What’s wrong baby?”

He got down on one knee and popped the question. “We have known each other for ten years, dated for almost six years. I’m sorry I’m late to asking this, but I cannot live without you y/n. Screw the hero commission, because of you, I know what love is. I know what it’s like to have a family and friends because of you. Will you do this bird man the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes! I will marry you!” You kissed him deeply, both of you forgetting you had an audience.

“Alright that’s enough lovebirds.” Your dad said laughing. You mom slapped him. “I want grandchildren so shut up.”

The two of you broke your kiss, both embarrassed. The rest of the night was celebrating your birthday and the engagement. Lots of presents. Many memories were made that night. At the end of the party, everyone said goodbye and wished you congratulations.

“Well baby bird, wanna celebrate?” He pinned you against your bedroom wall. Keigo had the largest smirk on his face.

“Hell yes!”

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination;)

Tag list: @tooloudarts @tryna-imagine @alesipanic @thathawkssimpp @lovinkiri (if I forgot anyone I’m sorry)

#mha x reader #mha #mha hawks #fluff #mha hawks x reader #mha x y/n #mha fluff #mha kirishima #mha fanfiction #bnha x eijiro kirishima #bnha hawks

[unokins]

No Truth Left - part 4

CW: violence, possession, gross monsters

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"I'm sorry- I just-" Chie cut herself off with a click of her teeth and focused again on breathing steadily. In… out. In… out. Breathe. She could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Just calm dow-

It gurgled again, shifting where it lay on the floor, and Chie felt panic spike through her veins.

Come on, Chie, Maverick pushed. It won’t stay there forever.

“Right,” Chie whispered, clutching the knife with both hands. She inched backwards towards the monster, shoes dragging on the ground. “You’re right. It- It would have killed me, without thinking twice.” 

Or worse.

“Or worse.”

Her bare leg brushed against the thing’s skin. Its slimy mucus clung to her, cold and wet and sticky. Disgust shuddered through her. Slowly, Chie turned, staring above the creature than at it. Purple blood stained the stone wall, streaking down in thin rivulets. 

It hit its head before going down, Chie realized. That must be why it was still out. She got lucky. 

Squeezing her eyes shut, Chie next to the monster. Knife poised, blade down, she turned her head away, hiding her nose and mouth against the sleeve of her shirt. There was no comforting scent of laundry detergent. Just mud that smeared her face.

You need to look at it. We need a clean hit. 

With whimpering reluctance, Chie opened her eyes and beheld the creature’s full visage. Her breath caught in her throat as the world swayed. 

The first comparison that came to Chie’s mind, which did no justice to what it actually was, was that this thing was a cross between a rotting human corpse and a fish. Its shriveled skin was a sickening grey and clung to the thing’s body as if vacuum-sealed. Its upper arms, shoulders, and legs boasted dense musculature, striations visible under the tight skin, while its white stomach, feet, and hands succumbed to bloat not uncommon with drowned corpses. The skin on its neck was feathered and flabby - gills, Chie realized - and webbing bridged the gap between long, thick fingers and toes. 

Dull blue and green scales clumped over its body, collecting densely at its face. Bulging, watery eyes stared upwards, the dull yellow of the irises thinned to small rings around yawning black pupils. Its large mouth hung slack-jawed, and Chie saw several rows of sharp teeth, orange with the plaque that rotted them. It gurgled again, water frothing from the back of its throat. 

She saw two of them, then three, as her mind reeled to comprehend the monster. “Oh… Oh fuck…” Chie breathed, pressing her hand hard against her forehead. Her breath hitched, and more tears tracked down her face- had she been crying this whole time?

The faster you kill it, the faster you won’t have to look at it anymore. Maverick needled her with impatience.

"Shut up." Shaking her head, Chie forced the world back to clarity. She raised the knife again. The monster’s thick throat lay bare, and she carefully brought the knife down, gauging where she needed to strike. The blade's tip scraped scales covering a prominent Adam’s apple. Chie took a deep breath, and held it as she drove the knife into its neck.

Animalistic and furious, it tried to screech. But the knife blocked any sound beside a weak whistling. Chie pulled the knife out, blood spraying out of the wound-

Again! Stab it again!

-and brought it down again. Maverick's violent screaming overpowered the dying monster’s weak moaning. Its eyes were wide with malice. She stabbed it again. It thrashed, clawing at Chie, ripping feebly at her skirt. She stabbed it again. She stabbed it again. She-

Chie. Chie! That’s enough! It’s practically decapitated.

Chie jolted and froze, knife hanging in the air. The blade trembled in her hands, and the monster’s blood dripped off it, landing on her bare leg with a chill. Her eyes fixed steadily on the wall above the monster, drenched in purple blood. Slowly, her gaze trailed down.

Don’t look at it, Maverick ordered.

Chie’s eyes snapped back up. 

It’s not something you need to see. You’re already… Maverick faltered, then sighed. It’s just not going to be pleasant.

“Do you think any part of this experience was pleasant?” Chie asked weakly. Her legs refused to fully cooperate so she dragged herself from the corpse. Purple blood covered her arms, clothes and legs. She tried wiping it off, but stains remained.

You have a point. Maverick paused, as if trying to give Chie a moment of peace. No sense in prolonging the unpleasantness, then, he continued. It’s time to head deeper into the caves and get our answers.

Chie sheathed the knife, biting back a reply. She stuffed it in the backpack, exchanging it for the flashlight. With a quiet click, light down the back of the cave, and relief washed through her as she saw the ground. It was probably ten, maybe fifteen, feet down, but at least it was there.

“Should we hide the… the monster?” Chie asked, taking the rope from the bag. She moved to tie it around a rock but faltered. 

I doubt you have the guts to move it. Here- wait. Let me.

Chie’s hands moved automatically again, and she watched, mouth agape, as another expert knot tied the rope securely in place. 

Toss it down the hole and get moving. We’ve wasted enough time here.

"A 'please' would be nice," Chie muttered as she did so. With the flashlight in one hand and rope in the other, she began her slow climb down. 

“For someone who remembers almost nothing,” Chie started, pausing to test a foothold, “you sure do know a lot about what’s going on.”

I literally don't. Maverick scoffed.

“You called this place the Devil’s Reef. You knew that thing could smell me, and that there are more of them here.”

There was a thoughtful hum before Maverick responded. Suppose so.

“What else can you remember, then?” Chie asked. She continued down, hissing when a sharp stone scraped her palm.

Careful, Maverick warned. He was silent for a moment, and Chie could almost feel him remembering. I know those monsters are called Deep Ones, and they’ve been around the world - not just the Devil’s Reef- for a long, long time. Effectively immortal-

“But we just-”

Unless they're victims of physical violence. Maverick’s voice grew louder as he tried to talk over her. Chie huffed, annoyed. I think there was an incident back in the twenties or so. The feds got involved. Pissed a lot of people off. Another pause. I don’t remember how I know that, or why.

“Hm.” Chie turned this information over in her head. “Who would get mad over those things dying?”

Their worshippers. 

The purple blood on Chie’s hands gleamed menacingly in the flashlight’s glow. She grimaced. Best to wash that off, first chance she got.

“Okay, so what about us?” 

What about us?

“Well,” Chie started, then paused. Water droplets echoed off the rocks around her, and- was that a groaning she heard? She continued quieter. “How long have you been in my head?” 

I think it’s been around two weeks, Maverick recounted. Yeah, yeah. About two weeks.

Chie shuddered. That was about when her memory problems started. “Have you been doing things to me? Like what you did with my hands and my legs?"

Every now and then. Controlling you takes a LOT of focus, Chie. It wears me out, especially if I take full control. Twitching a muscle, or tying a knot is simpler. 

“So you’ve been using my computer, and arguing with my roommate.”

Sounds about right.

The flippant way Maverick spoke twisted Chie's stomach into a knot. The uncomfortable warmth of anger bloomed in her muscles. So it had been him, not her. The strained relationship with her roommate, the confusion at work, the compounding stress. Had he seen her when she showered? Did he do anything to her while he controlled her?

Chie’s feet hit the ground, breaking her train of thought momentarily. She stepped away from the wall and looked up. Best to leave the rope. If she had to make a fast escape, it could save her life. 

Get moving, Chie.

The corner of Chie's mouth twitched down. This ended now. No matter what had happened to him, this was her body, not his. “Maverick, you're going to stop controlling me.” Chie's voice was steady and firm.

Like hell. If your incompetence gets us in trouble, I’m doing what needs to be done to get us out.

“Oh, so that was the case over the past two weeks, huh?” Chie snapped back, moving down the tunnel. She felt him, almost like seeing someone square their shoulders, and spoke first. "No, it wasn't." 

Maverick seethed.

Her flashlight beam illuminated smooth, black rock. The tunnel had strange striations on it, like it had been carved from giant claws. At least she didn’t see any other Deep Ones. "You could've talked to me on day one. Whether or not you chose this, you still invaded my life, violated my privacy, and kept it secret. So until you prove yourself reliable, I'm calling the shots." The beam wavered slightly as her hand shook. 

Maverick's voice radiated rage. Prove myself reliable?! It felt like an earthquake rumbling in Chie's brain. I AM reliable! If it wasn't for me, you'd be fucking dead!

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't fucking be here!" Chie yelled back. She immediately clamped a hand over her mouth as her words echoed against the stone. When nothing happened, she continued in a whisper. "I don't care what happened to you. You want to live? Then you don't control me. I will fight back tooth and nail, Maverick. And that'll get us both killed."

Maverick didn't respond. 

"Did I make myself clear?"

You're too weak to commit to that. 

"Excuse me?!" Chie demanded.

A deep rolling laugh reverberated in Chie's head like far off thunder. You heard me. You couldn't move when that Deep One almost grabbed you. Stop me? At the price of your life? Don't make me laugh.

Just you wait, Chie thought to herself as she continued walking. Annoyance panged when she realized she couldn't leave him behind. "Insufferable prick," she spat.

Whiny bitch, Maverick returned.

Not bothering to respond to that, Chie continued down the tunnels. The more she thought about the fact that this stranger was inside her, seeing what she saw, manipulating her like a puppet, the more violated she felt. 

Where did he get off? Chie thought. First chance that presented itself, she'd toss him from her mind like the trash he was. Acting high and mighty because she was reasonably scared of a literal monster. Asshole!

The tunnel turned slightly, then branched off in two directions. The one to Chie's left tilted upwards slightly. The walls were covered in a tarry slime, clumped together like chewed up bubble gum. The one to Chie's right dipped down at a gentle slope. Standing water sat in pools shaped disturbingly like large footprints. Swinging her flashlight up, Chie illuminated loping carvings and symbols etched into the walls.

Go… left, Maverick said.

>Go Left >Go Right

#horror #writing #horror story #choose your own path #choose your own adventure #original writing #ocs #original characters #lovecraft #lovecraftian horror #lovecraftian #let me know in the replies or reblogs what you would like Chie to do #thank you everyone who keeps reading #no truth left

[vanillann]

cupid’s aim (sirius black x f!reader)

this was going to be on my wattpad but i thought it might do better up here, so we’ll see!!

word count: 1.3k

cupid’s aim masterlist

prologue

"Do they look like they are in love?"

"I can't tell Black, your greasy hair is in the way."

A small gasp echoed the broom cabinet Sirius and I stood in, his wide eyes burning into my skull. The only light that flooded the cabinets was from the small crack in the door, the perfect line of sight to watch Remus and Myles Wilcox flirt.

Or at least hopefully flirting.

"I washed my hair this morning Bennett, I used vanilla shampoo," Sirius whispered-yelled in my ear, taking a small bit of hair and dangling it in my face.

"I'm going to kill you."

"They would catch you."

"Did you forget my best friend is Cherry Brown?"

I kept my hands on either side of the crack while turning to look at the boy over the man 's shoulder. The small crack of light shone across one of his eyes and half his mouth, almost something out of a piece of art.

"You're right, I'm so sorry my queen."

Sirius bowed his head to him, lifting his head back up to bang it on the top of the cabinet. I jumped, turning back to the two boys flirting barely a few feet away from us. They didn't seem to react, still carry on a conversation like before.

"Black if you don't get your-"

I gasped this time as I walked Myles fingers delicately placed a small yellow flower behind Remus' ear, the shit eating smirk on his face showed that whatever they were talking about had to be flirty.

"Did he punch him?"

I let my hand fill behind me, feeling around until I found Sirius tie. I dragged his face to hover right over my shoulder, moving my head slightly so he could see the scene before me.

"Godric (Y/N), I think we actually did something."

Sirius turned his head, his nose bumping against mine as he looked at me with his grey eyes. They held pure awe as they burned into my own, the iris of his eye was blown impeccably and his thin lips were parted somewhat.

"We got good aim Black."

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes and his eyebrow lifted, pushing him slightly so I was looking back out the small crack again.

"You seduced me for your spot back!"

I kick my leg back, my small flats running into his shin. As soon as I began pulling my foot back to the spot on the wooden floor I felt two hands wrap around my ankle.

"Nope."

He pulled back, hard. I felt my front crash onto the floor causing brooms to fall on top of Sirius and I, splinters from the floor and the brooms breaking my skin.

"Oh shit'" Sirius' small laughs filled the cabinet, his deep voice made everything sound breathy.

"Sleep with one eye open tonight Black, Cherry is really good at breaking into things."

I heard the door of the cabinet swing open, light flooding my back while I hid my face in my arm .

Please don't be Remus, please don't be Remus.

"You didn't tell me you two were shagging!"

I looked up to see James Potter looking at us both with such wide eyes his glasses were slowly falling to the tip of his nose.

"We aren't Prongs," Sirius stepped from the small shape, finally allowing me to untangle myself from the brooms laid across my back.

"We were spying on Remus."

I felt a few brooms lift off my back, enough wait was gone so I could turn to my side. Sirius stood beside me, passing brooms to James while pulling more from off me.

"Why? Does Remus hate us now?"

James looked between Sirius and I panicked, dropping the few brooms that were held in his grip.

"No, we set him up with Myles Wilcox," Sirius set the few brooms against the door and held a hand out for me, my hand easily slipping into his and he pulled me from the floor of the broom closet.

"Oh, well how'd it go?"

"Fabulous if I do say so myself."

"And she does say so herself," Sirius grabbed my shoulders and did a jumpy little dance from behind me.

He likes to call it his "I'm right and you aren't" dance.

"Well isn't that a miracle, I didn't even know they liked each other," James picked up the few brooms on the floor and shoved them into the broom closet messily.

"We didn't either, we're just really good at seeing the signs."

Sirius reaching his hand from my shoulder from beside me, his hand out waiting for a high-five, which I happily gave.

"Imagine if you were both professionals," James started walking backward, the Great Hall quickly filling up for dinner for the night.

"We'd be rich."

We all slipped into the Great Hall, I quickly departed and left for the Ravenclaw table. Amira sat at the end of the long table with a pile of papers laid before her.

"Mi?"

"(Y/N)!"

She bounced in her seat slightly, he curled following suit as she looked up at me with a large smile.

"What's with the papers?"

I took the seat across from her, picking up a paper but she quickly reached across and grabbing the paper from my hands.

"I got out that stupid writer block."

She looked back down at her journal and carried on writing, her food pushed to the other side of the table.

"Mi you gotta eat."

"I can do that when I'm dead," she waved me off and continued the dramatic writing spell she had fallen into.

"You actually can't Mi, that's the whole point."

She didn't even acknowledge my words, her pen gliding across the page with ease as she wrote about the world within her brain.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the plant, shoving a fork full of mash potatoes and grabbing a napkin with the other hand. I kicked Mi in the shin, causing her to look up at me while one hand went to rub her shin.

"Say ah."

Mi rolled her eyes but did it anyways, looking at me with her best version of her mad face. I moved the fork to her mouth, her quickly swallowing the food and picking back up the pen and writing.

"Fuck that."

I looked to my right, Cherry long black hair caught my eye as she huffed from beside me.

"What happened to you?"

"That boy from the other night though he would tell me what I can and can't wear. Hell he decided he didn't wanna wear a condom so I can wear my mini skirts.

Cherry turned, diving her legs under the table and picking from Mi plate. Her green and silver scarf made her stand out against the Ravenclaw colors but no one paid no mind, this happened a lot more than most like to say.

"Why are you spoon feeding Amira?"

"She refuses to eat unless and until she grows an extra arm so she can write, so she grew an extra arm."

Cherry smirked and turned to me, wrapping her two arms around my shoulders.

"We wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you."

I laughed and carefully pushed Cherry off, picking up more food on the fork and shoving it at Mi.

"I was inspired by (Y/N) and Sirius' little plan to write a story like mythology but not mythology," Amira spoke as she took the few peas that were on the fork.

"Oh yeah, how did that go by the way?"

"Fabulous, Sirius and I would make perfect cupid's," I smiled proudly at both the girls while grabbing a few fruit from the plate and popping them into my mouth.

"Well if you both need another person's life to play with, I'm free this week," Cherry plucked a grape from my finger and shoved it in inbetween her red lips.

"James Potter probably always had that spot filled."

Mi and Cherry looked at one another at the same time before nodding. I suddenly realized how many people needed some guidance.

Maybe Sirius and I could be that guidance?

"Guys, I think you're onto something."

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Dawn (5)

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings:hurt, danger, wild beasts

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: Whenever my brain is excited I dance. Today I danced- it was the worst but I had fun- because I had an off from work. And because I knew I was going to write :D Yayy!!! People should not see me dancing when I am alone. Especially when I am in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. No wonder that stray cat has a weird look on her face whenever she comes by for some milk and I am in the kitchen.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"You do realise I am being kept alive for negotiations. So, it wouldn't kill to give me a cloak at the very least! I am freezing here!"

"Then why did you rip your skirt apart!"

"Are you kidding me?! Can you not see my legs?!!! They cannot handle the itchy fabric, you dumbfuck! Look at all the redness! Now get me a goddamn cloak!"

The stubborn stares go on till the guard decides to give up and get out of the tent for five minutes of silence. "Do not run because we will-"

"Do I look like I am in shape to run? DO I?!!"

The orc gurgles in irritation before stomping out and you get down to work.

It was not easy to tear into the fabric with the hidden knife strapped to your thigh. But once the first slit was made, the ripping was easy. Something you had learned while hanging out with Sybll was the sturdiness of the Vanaheim fabric that you were wearing. It has three layers. The first one being cotton harvested in the local fields that lets the legs breathe. The third and the innermost one is the silk woven by the silkworms cultivated by the royalty. But the second layer is the most interesting one. This used thin stretchable threads to wire a protective sheath around the cotton and thus the body. The thread work is done almost like body armour, loose enough to breathe in, tight enough to leave no room for error. But there is another thing about these threads that is the most crucial thing to getting you out of here. They have high tensile strength.

Your hands have already got to work to get those threads apart. Surprisingly it is easy to do so once you realise it is all one huge strand going about. It is hard to slash it into multiple pieces but your knife seemed to have done half the job for you. One end of the strands go to the end of every lamp and candle- even the oil lamps- in the tent, tied together by the other end to meet one thread that you tie around your fingers just when the orc enters the tent.

You are quick to straighten your back and look down on him. “Well?”

“Master says you can survive the night. If you don’t he’ll get you a coat.”

Son of a-

“Okay,” you shrug, getting up and picking the remnants of your dress in your hand before walking towards the opening of the tent, “come on then.”

“You are not going anywhere, missy,” the ugly creature growls, trying to stop you by placing his arm in between you and the path to the opening.

“Thanks to your master, now I have to pee because of the cold. And trust me this won’t be the first time I do it tonight.”

The orc has a shade of confusion and fear colouring his face that is followed by hues of hesitation. “Unless you want the tent to reek of piss,” you add, making it easier for the orc to huff and growl before walking in front of you.

Wrapping the remnant of you the poofy part of your dress around your shoulders, hiding the string in your hands that are thin and transparent enough to not be seen.

The cold air outside brings some relief along with a pit of anxiety in your stomach as you watch many more orcs sitting around the fire while many other armoured ones roam about other tents, growling, gambling, drinking and causing as much of a ruckus as they could. 

A couple of wild eyes look at you from one corner or another, forcing you to tuck the ripped fabric closer to you. Some try to stand in your way and watch as you squeeze through whatever narrow passageway they leave for you, all the while letting you curl a few more strings by the poles that housed the burning torches.

A couple more tedious steps and a racing heartbeat, and you are by the edge of the forest, searching for a good vantage point.

"Don't go too far. I will catch you," the orc grunts at you. 

You give him a stink eye before taking a few more steps uphill within the trees. "Keep an eye out for any perverts or animals," you order the creature, who in turn scoffs and spits on the ground.

"Great. I would rather be eaten by a wild boar than be kept prisoner," you mutter loud enough for the orc to hear and scratch his bald head, ponder upon it and then turn around in disgruntled annoyance.

The moment his gaze has averted, you drop the fabric from around you and pick up the mess of the threads. It is a miracle that none of the connections seems to have broken yet. 

Okay, here goes nothing.

Wrapping the bunch around your palm, you gather enough air in your lungs and yank the strings running down towards the tents, trying your best not to grunt or scream in agony the threads put on your palm.

There is some movement. And then there is a faint sound of something snapping. What follows is a ball of fire going up in the air where you were being held against your will. And yelling. Lots of yelling.

Gradually the fire is being seen in more tents, orcs and white elves running around trying to make sense of the mayhem.

The orc that has accompanied you watches the fire, a layer of a certain fear building in his eyes. He starts to turn around but is stopped with a dagger to his throat.

One blow to the throat and then make sure you take the weapon out. Let them bleed to death. Just like Natasha taught you. You hesitate to take the dagger out but are promoted to do so- with a light scream- when the orc tries to claw into your arm, bringing his own death unto himself faster.

It is disgusting; the gargling, the trembling body that collapses on the ground, the failed attempt of him reaching out for you with eyes that are about to pop out while he drowns in his own blood. It is disgusting but you cannot seem to take your eyes off the helpless figure of that creature. With zero ideas about what your subconscious is thinking, a step is taken towards the writhing body till you can hear cries coming closer to the edge of the forest, forcing you to come out the trance and run into the deep for your life.

.

Sybll does not see it coming. The orcs or their attacks. She knows she isn't alone in the forest but she does not realise it will be the orcs that she will run into while searching for Y/N.

No words are exchanged. No greetings or warnings. Just the exposed dirty fangs of the emotionless creatures bared at her as she tries a protection spell. It does work, but only against the first attack. She knows the only option she now has is to run.

Oh, spirits of the forest, help me!

It does not take much time for them to catch up to her, surrounding her to play with her before they can feast on her in whatever sense they want to.

The first orc to step towards her- while the others howl and hoot with a sense of victory- disappears with a black whirlwind that comes and goes in the blink of an eye.

It confuses the orcs, making them look all around them before one of them tries to go for Sybll. This time too, the black whirlwind comes and takes this one. Now, the fear in those yellow eyes is real. The fear of the unknown striking from the darkness.

But it doesn't take a while for them to witness the golden eyes glimmering in the darkness at them, seemingly floating in the black as it watches them, their every step, every little ounce of fear trickling down their murky bodies.

The strikes happen without a warning. Before she can blink, the orcs are gone. All that is left of them is an arm dumped at her feet.

She never sees it coming. The predator or the prey.

.

It is getting harder to breathe. The running and the fear that is burning you inside out are not working too well with your tired limbs. It is hard to suppress the clamorous breathing when you hide yourself behind a tree. The cacophony of the party searching for you comes and goes from a distance, adding certain minutes to your life. It is a boon that the moonlight cannot reach down to the ground in here, making it easier for you to hide or walk about without being seen. What your frail little heart does not contemplate is that the enemy has thought of the same.

Once the silence seems to have returned around you, you get up and make your way towards the edge of the cliff where the moonlight seems to be filtering through the leaves and trees. Need to find a way back. Need to find a way back. Oh, Gods, I hope Sif and the others are okay. I’m sure they’re okay. This idiot just wanted me. Yeah, yeah, they are definitely okay. Didn’t see them back at that camp so-

A snap of a twig sounds somewhere behind you just when you reach in the clearing, realising the vulnerability as the moon makes your skin glimmer under its borrowed light.

“I love the attempt, my dear,” Torbarik’s voice comes from the edge of the forest before he steps into the light, “but you should have thought this through.”

Six elves just like him, three on either side come out behind him, their weapons thirsting for some blood in those itchy hands.

“I did, actually, think this through.” You did not. “Either I reach back to my family safely or you, Torbarik, will die by their hands when they come for blood for my death.”

Torbarik’s thick brows rise a little in mild surprise, his eyes moving between you and the thousand feet deep valley behind you. “Do you really want to kill yourself?” he mocks you, chuckling at your futile attempt to threaten him.

“I would rather die than live in your-”

“Is that how badly you want to get out of your marriage?”

That hits a nerve.

“Excuse me? This has nothing to do with my marriage.”

“Did he chuck you out of his room on your wedding night?” the elf guffaws and his men follow suit, rubbing you in all the wrong ways.

The fear that his elf had been inculcating inside you till now seems to be fading away as something else is starting to take place. Rage, probably.

“Stop it.”

“Is that what you said when he tried to have his way with you?” The laughter that follows itches every part of your brain.

You do not utter a word till they are done holding their stomachs. “What happened? Cat got your tongue?”

You do not blink and Torbarik, for the first time that night sees something feral shine from inside your eyes. “Say another word about Loki from your maggot-filled mouth and I will personally cut your tongue and feed it to you before slicing your throat and driving a blade right through your skull.”

They try to chuckle at the threat but the perilous aura surrounding you makes it difficult to do so.

Torbarik smiles and takes a step towards you, closing the distance enough for him to run a finger on your cheek. He does not show it but he can feel his insides tremble when you do not so much as change the pattern of your breathing on his touch.

“Turn a smidge more ferocious and I might start to do things to you that I have been thinking about for a while my dear,” he whispers to you.

It is hard to keep up the rock-like facade but you are lucky to be interrupted by a voice from the edge of the trees.

“Stop!”

All eyes turn to the voice, not being able to handle the shock to see you stand there.

“What in the nine circles of Hel?!” Torbarik is shifting his gaze between you next to him and you standing close to his guards. “Guards!” he yells at the elves to capture the one that just came out of the forest while you are stepping away from this one as your brain tries to take in your doppelganger.

The guards barely get close to her when they are thrown back into the clearing by huge black clouds growling and snarling at them.

Wolves!

With their teeth bared and their golden eyes sharp at their prey, they have their claws dug in the ground, waiting for something.

Oh. Oh, Gods. Oh my-

The doppelganger looks right at you and gives you a knowing smirk before softly declaring, “Árás,” and breaking all Hel loose.

The wolves jump at their prey. Agonising screams and cries fill the night and Torbarik watches with a newfound fear the end of his greatest men, his mouth agape, his skin whiter than it was before.

That is when he watches- from the corner of his eyes- your figure starting to run in the direction where your mirror image stands, giving in to his impulse and catching hold you buy your waist, before restraining you with a hand around your neck and the other arm around your torso.

“Let me through or she dies!” It is yelled more like a command than a request, of course.

The doppelganger takes a step in your direction. You can feel Torbarik’s erratic pulse in his hold around you when he pulls you a step back towards the edge of the cliff with him.

She steps, watching him before turning to you.

“I think,” she starts, looking down at your legs before catching your eyes again, “you do not realise how dangerous she is, Torbarik.”

And then it hits you.

Struggling with one hand, you use the other to fish underneath your dress, going for your thigh holster and feeling the cold hilt of your blade under your fingers.

The next bit happens in a flash. The distracted elf never sees the rage-filled stab coming for his thigh and ends up screaming. The pain loosens his grip on you, allowing you to stab back right by his lower rib cage and stepping away from him.

Even in the agony, his curses at you do not stop but for the moment in which green and yellow glow emanate from your doppelganger and in her stead stands Loki.

Torbarik is on the ground now, bleeding as he looks up in shock at Loki.

“Loki, my Prince,” he utters, wincing through the pain while trying to crawl towards the God, “I think there *grunts* might have been a mis-*inhales*- misunderstanding.”

Loki watches the elf with a blank expression before turning his head to watch you. Within a few steps, he is standing in front of you, looking down at your face, taking in every little scare and every bruise that has started to form. You can feel his gaze on every wound and spots of dried blood on you, unsure what he was going to do.

Loki’s hands are in the air around you as a black fur coat appears in his grasp that is wrapped around your trembling frame, restoring some warmth within an instant.

He does not shift his stance, but he does turn to look at Torbarik hiding a knife while trying to make his way to Loki.

“You hurt my wife,” Loki declares into the wind that has started to blow, “there is nothing we can work around now.”

With that declaration, he whistles, and the wolves come back already hungry for some more violence.

“Loki, n-no,” Torbarik stammers at the sight of the fanged beasts slowly making their way towards him, “we can have a t-truce!”

“Taka hann í burtu,” Loki announces to the wolves, stopping Torbarik’s heart.

Torbarik begs for mercy as the wolves drag him into the forest by his legs, the sounds going away with them; for good.

Once the silence resumes, Loki turns back to look at you. The wind is bringing with the smell of moist soil from a place that seems to have witnessed fresh showers. He does not realise soon enough that you are still in a little shock, looking at him to make sure he really is standing there.

“Y/N,” he finally speaks, “are you all right?”

The pent up emotions have no place for a release but the eyes. And so they rise up with the moisture, waiting on the edge to fall at a moment’s notice.

“You came.” Your voice trembles and it scares you that it does, forcing you to take in as much air as you can.

“Why would I not?” he is surprised. “Did you have doubts?”

You stop breathing, going blank for a few seconds. “A little?”

All he does is smile, giving you soft eyes. “Come on, let’s get you back to the pal-”

“You’re wearing black. Is this a stealth suit of sorts? Is that a braid? In your hair?”

Your voice is soft and filled with curiosity. Loki realises you have never seen him in this attire before. Neither have you seen those braids in his hair.

“Yes. And yes,” he answers patiently, not realising how much he is liking this.

“I like it,” you reply, your eyes still stuck on his braid running from one side of his head down the length of his hair, “it looks really nice.”

Your voice says that but your face somehow feels it is in pain. And just as Loki is about to ask you, he feels his body jerk back a little when you step in to wrap your arms around his torso.

You do not know if he approves of this, but you do know that you need this right now. Just a few seconds till your body calms down and regains some sense. And the will to walk without any breakdowns that you are not made aware of beforehand.

It is a need for you but it is a confusing surprise for Loki. He does not remember the last time he was hugged. He is sure it must have been Frigga on the other end some ages ago though any memories of that love are nothing but a blur. He has never had a touch stop his breath like it does today. And this? Your gesture of embracing him as tightly as you can, leaning on him for some sort of comfort after being chased by danger sends his conscience into a slow whirlpool of its own. That whirlpool, instead of sucking something in, seems to bring out this unexplainable warmth in his chest that he has never felt before. How could he? He has not been hugged like this before. And so, the God of Mischief is left speechless, standing at the edge of the world with a human, making him do the one thing for which he cannot give himself a rational explanation.

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you back; feeling the glow in his chest grow denser and brighter by the second. His hand rests on your head, caressing it, feeling lighter just by that action. At that moment he knows.

He knows what is the one thing he is going to care for till the end of his life.

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Prologue

Rain pelted hard against the windowpane, melding with the sound of gunfire. A battle raged on the doorsteps of the small town. The women were forced to stay behind, as usual, to tend to the children while their sons, husbands, and fathers fought for their homes. Screams of the wounded could be heard on the wind haunted the worried. For days, the women sat in their homes with the crying children waiting for silence to come. All she could do was stand there and look out the window at the chaos that insured. Even as she waited for silence, she dreaded it. There was no way to tell which side was winning, to her, all dying men sound the same.

A loud crack echoed in the winds of the storm startling the dreamer awake.

Yellow streetlights shone through the translucent curtains. The pale lighting proved enough light to see around the room. Clothes, video games, and junk food packages littered the floor. On the bed, two figures could be seen. The first a young man, dead asleep the sheets pooled around his narrow hips. The other was a young woman who eyed the room wide-eyed, the sheets clutched tightly to her chest. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her skin in the mood light and her heavy breathes broke the silence.

She sighed heavily; another night went to waste with the consumption of alcohol.

Dessera barely remembered where she was or who she was with for that matter, but the pounding in her head suggested that she wasn't at her apartment like she had hoped. Swinging her feet off the side of the bed and glanced around the room. What she saw disgusted her. At the center of the room was a gaming chair with open packages of all types of food. A soda bottle lay on its side, its contents having been spilled on the floor and never taken care of. The urge to puke washed over her at the sight and she took a deep breath as she looked for her clothes. She quickly found her discarded clothing next to the bed where the man had tossed them, and she pulled them over her body. The tight dress was a nuisance as she danced around trying to get the zipper up her back. As she stumbled around, she stepped on an empty package of chips and she froze at the sound. She glanced over her shoulder at the man on the bed, scared she had brought him out of his sleep but to her relief he simply shifted around in his sleep to hug his pillow.

"Typical." She muttered as she searched around his room for her clutch. She found it slightly tucked under the bed next to her thigh holster. Her eyes widened, remembering that she had been carrying. A cloudy memory crossed her mind of the man seeing the gun on her inner thing and calling her a badass. He had been way too drunk to even care about the fact that she'd had a rather small 9mm strapped to her throughout the night. She strapped the gun back to her leg, this time with the weapon on the outside and her dress over the top of it, not caring if it was covered or not.

She left the house as silently as she could, being careful to lock the bottom handle before she left to be courteous. Just like her dream, the weather seemed to be unforgiving in its downpour on her. Not that she minded. She loved the rain, preferred it to the hot days of summer. She did not like to be too warm and it was easier to layer up than cool down. Before she stepped off the porch, she checked her phone for the time and saw that it was three in the morning. And that she had 18 missed calls, 30 unread text messages, 3 voicemails. Panic bubbled in her chest as she brought the phone to her ear to listen to the message.

'Serra! I need help. I just got done with a hunt but I'm severely injured. Your place is the closest. I am headed there now, hopefully, I don't bleed out before you get this. Hurry! Please!' The answering box beeped and asked her what she wanted to do with the message, and she starred at the phone. The message had come through over thirty minutes ago and it was quite possible she was too late.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed. A chill ran through her body and she desperately wished she had a coat, but she couldn't think of that. Her little sister was very possibly bleeding out on her porch, and she needed to get to her as soon as possible. Luckily, there wouldn't be anyone on the roads at this time of the day and no one to question why she was running through the street.

As she ran, her heels dangling from her fingertips, she thought about where she was. Looking at all the signs she passed her foggy brain was able to tell her she was not too far from her apartment and her sister whom she hoped was still alive. She smelled like the guy she had woken up next to and it was suffocating her. Her friends had convinced her to go to the club last night and she had gotten very drunk on scotch. She danced the night away, and some of the mornings, the rest was a blur in her mind. She knew exactly what had happened after her fourth round. Her flirtation skills must have come out because she vaguely remembered catching the eye of some other highly intoxicated guy in glasses. He had been attractive, so she went for it. Next thing she knew she was waking up in a dark room from an extremely weird dream. Just a typical Sunday morning for her.

A loud honk brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see a very expensive looking car inches from her legs. She looked around and realized she had run into the middle of an intersection in her haze. Stumbling out of the way, she yelled her apology and continued on her way. The pounding in her head still had not ceased and it was beginning to make her nauseous. "Fuck this hangover." She grumbled to herself shielding her eyes as the car she had almost run into pulled up in front of her.

"Miss?" A car door slammed, followed by the opening of an umbrella, and she stopped her feet where they were. "Miss? Are you alright?"

"Stop. Stop right there." Before the man could get any closer to her, she brandished her heels at him threateningly. All her running had tossed everything in her stomach and while she had been ignoring nausea for the last 5 minutes, she couldn't hold it in any longer. Without hesitation, she leaned over and, let the contents of her stomach hit the pavement. The man stopped where he was and held up his empty hand to show her, he meant no harm. She stood straight, eyes squinting as she wiped her mouth with her free hand and eyed him up and down looking for any signs of a supernatural being.

"Um... are you ok?" He asked her, tentatively taking a step closer. She lowered her 'weapon' after a moment, satisfied that he wasn't anything dangerous, and nodded. She met him in the middle and dropped her hand to her side, letting her heels dangle again.

"I apologize. I'm a hunter and not feeling the best. Can't be too careful." She stated in a rush and looked up at the man.

"That's alright, but is it normal for you to hold someone at heel point at 3 in the morning? Especially since you have a gun on your hip?" He inquired amused. She took a moment to really take a look at him and she realized that he was in a suit and tie. His features were hard to see in the low-lit street but assumed he had a mischievous look on his face from his tone of voice. She could see that he had dirty blonde hair, high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes.

"What can I say, strangers bring out the best in me and I wouldn't need my gun to take you down" She finally answered.

Surprised by her blunt response he asked "Well, are you ok? Would you like a ride?"

"No, I'm alright. My home is close to here, I can walk just fine. Thank you for your concern." She gave him a small smile and made to go around him. A gentle hand shot out and caught her by the arm, stopping her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, a small flicker of fear started to grow in the pit of her stomach. Just because he was in a suit and showed no supernatural signs didn't mean he wasn't a threat. However, he knew she had a gun and that she was a hunter. He would be stupid to try anything. She let her fear simmer back down and turned it into a cautious awareness.

"Are you sure? You seem upset. I promise I mean well and you clearly can handle yourself." He was trying to look her in the eyes, but something told her he could see right through her attempts to hide her miserable state of mind. She was annoyed with herself for getting into the situation that had led to this. She knew better. On top of which her so-called "friends" had left her there.

"I live a ten-minute walk from here. I'll be alright." Her reply seemed to be lost in the pouring rain, but his ears seemed to pick up on her words.

"It's pouring and you're soaked. Allow me to get you to some heat before you get sick." His grip on her arm tightened for a second before falling to his side. She looked him dead in the eyes. There was no lie in his eyes, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he held no ill will towards her.

"Alright. But if you pull any funny business, I will use my gun." She threatened, pointing at him with one hand and patting her gun with the other.

"I believe you." The man chuckled, seemingly unfazed but her threat. With a nod, she allowed him to help her into the car. He turned the heater up the moment he got in and she eagerly placed her hands against the vent. She was still on her guard but with her gun on her thigh, she figured she would probably be alright with this man.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure. Do you mind me asking why you seem so upset that you run into the street?" He asked her as he set off in the direction she pointed to. She glanced over at him, wondering how the man didn't question why she was barely dressed and out so early this morning. He glanced at her, a look of pure innocence on his face and she raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion. Does this man live under a rock? She thought to herself before she responded.

"I...went home with a man earlier this evening and decided not to stay the night." She told him as she stared out the window, completely missing the knowing smile on his face. This was all the information she was comfortable sharing with him. They lapsed into silence aside from the directions she gave him.

In reality, the car ride was only maybe three minutes long, but it felt like an eternity. She had her hand on her weapon the entire time as a precaution, but he made no move towards her. As they pulled into the apartment complex, she directed him in the opposite direction of her apartment. There was no way she was going to let him see which apartment she was in, especially since her sister was there injured. He pulled into a vacant spot and she turned taking the seatbelt off. He put the car in park and looked over at her.

"Thank you for the ride." She said as she put her hand on the door handle.

"Of course. I assume you would like me to leave the parking lot before you go to your apartment." He stated and she laughed. That is exactly what she had planned on asking him.

"How did you know?" She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Lucky guess. Here," He reached behind him into the backseat and grabbed the umbrella he had placed on the floor. "take this. No need to get any more soaked than you already are."

"...thank you." This time she was shocked by his genuine kindness and took the umbrella from him. She smiled and opened the door. As she stepped out of the car, she opened the umbrella and held it over her head. Before the man could say anything more to her or ask her name, she gently closed the door and made her way over to the walkway. He gave her a small nod and a smile before he turned around and pulled out of the spot. As he turned back around to face her again, she saw a flash of dark hair and horns and a chill ran down her spine. The moment she registered what she had seen though it was gone, and the handsome young man's face was back smiling at her. He waved goodbye at her and she stiffly waved back.

Was she just seeing things or had that man been a demon?

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[dem-animebois]

Tenshi’s story part 1

Welcome to the villains world!

This will be a combination of the first few prologues with a bit extra to do with my oc.

*Rustle. Bang. Squeak.*

‘What was that noise....?’ The girl though to herself. It sounded like someone was hitting wood. Wait, was she asleep. She tried to wake up but her eyesight remained black. Was her eyes closed? No she could blink. The girl could also hear herself breath, feel the walls on her back . She wasn’t dreaming. Then what was stopping her from seeing? It was a good thing she no longer had a fear of the dark, their was no light to be seen at all.

Her back was against something hard, a wall mabye? It was hard and felt rough, like wood. She could feel the wall in front of her touching her chest while the sides touched her. Moving her hands up to the wall in front she pushed with as much might as she could, trying to move it. It was no use.she felt something asleep in her arms. It was an animal of some sort. Feathers? So a bird. Oh wait. It was yukino. The girls eagle owl she had raised. Guess he got caught with her.

Her hand was still resting on the wood board in front of of her, when she heard yelling from outside. It was coming from outside, muffled by the layer of thick oak.

“Crap. People are coming. Got to find a uniform while...” The voice was croaky with a accent. She couldn’t pinpoint how, but it sounded familiar.She felt slight bangs from the wood in front. Almost like someone trying to open it.

“Grrrr!!! The lid is too heavy.” The creature sounded out of breath and upset. Whining loudly. The banging continued whoever was outside was stubborn. She will give them that.

“ Time for...*heavy breath* my secret move!” A tiny bit of light was starting to expand in one of the corners. It was blinding:“Guwwaahuuh~~~~ There!”

‘F-fire?!’ She cries out in her head. For a split second she swore blue flames had appeared in front of her. Was she hallucinating? No. Her brain couldn’t be that good especially since her own name had slipped her mind.

The slab of oak had been removed from her box and she could see again. She was in some sort of room? There were coffins floating around the room much like her own. The dark blue pillars had lamps on them shining a dingy green. In the center of the room was a mirror. The black surface was surrounded by silver vines.

“Ok, ok. Gotta get... Whaaaaaaa!!!!” Ow. Her ears. “Why are you up!?” The sound awoke the bird in her arms as he went flying down the hallway. It’s fine yukino can take care of himself. She will call him back if she needs him, it’s best to let him calm down though. Looking down to the floor she saw where the voice was coming from. A grey.... raccoon? Was screaming, eyes widened with shock. Wait a second, raccoons don’t talk!

“A talking r-raccoon?!” The red-head screams, not believing what she is seeing.

The tiny animal huffed and puffed out its chest. Stomping its foot and pouting it shouted“I’m the Great Grim!” Uh-oh. She seems to have got a nerve. “Well, whatever. Hey,human! Hurry up and gimme those clothes!”Smirking he put his hand out, beckoning for her to undress. When she didn’t start to hand over the clothing, his smirk grew wider. “Otherwise.... I’ll roast ya!” He lifted up his hand- paws. Blue flames appeared again taller than before dangerously close to her face. As if to ask to eat her layers of skin and burn her. She didn’t know why but seeing those flames didn’t scare her. Mabye it was the colour or maybe it was the fact she was still quite numb. Her feet stayed in place. “Dreaming about getting roasted by a raccoon, that’s a new one!” she said while staring blankly at the culprit of the flames. “I said I’m not a freaking raccoon!” The creature started trying to attack her.

Knowing it’s probably best not to let this angry furball hit her she started running. She run down hallways with lockers, through classrooms with blackboards and all the way to some sort of library. Massive bookshelf up to the ceiling were lining the walls. Some books were even hovering about. Weird.

“Where the heck am I?” She asked nobody while running into the darkness to hide.

“Did you really think you’d get away from my nose? Dumb human!”The angry raccoon said after running through the entrance. Great. He started walking towards a table. Looking for her. The same smirk plastered on his face. “If you don’t wanna get roasted, better hand over-”*Smack* “Buwah!? Ow! What’s with this cord?!” A black cord had rapped around its waist keeping it in place.

“It’s no mere cord. It is a lash of love!”

The owner of the whip corrected. He was a tall man with yellow eyes. He was wearing a blouse, with a vest and tie. Over the top of that he had some sort of cape. He wore a black top gap with a blue ribbon tied around it. On its side was a smaller version of the mirror in the first room.

“Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students?” He questioned. Closing his eyes he spoke again. It seems he couldn’t see the girl because he was yet to comment on her gender and appearance. “You shouldn’t do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own!” He crossed his arms why sighing, reopening his eyes. “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

“I’m not her freakin’ familiar!” Cried grim while trying to escape.

It seems once again the gender has gone over his head. “Sure, sure. The rebellious ones always say things like that. Now just quiet down for a moment.” He places a hand over grims mouth. Telling him to shut up. “My goodness. It’s unprecedented that a student leave the Gate on their own.” *sigh* “How impatient could you be? The entrance ceremony is well underway. Let’s head to the hall of mirrors.”

“Gate?” The girl asked stepping out of the shadow. Gasps could be heard from Grim. Grim new she was a girl, of course but he didn’t take time to look at the burn scar covering the left side of her face. Not quite reaching past her eye but traveling all the way down to her back as far as he could see.

“It’s the room you woke up in with all the doors. All students who wish to attend the academy must pass through one of those doors to arrive here.” He looked up to see her. His face was shocked for a few seconds. “Normally., students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key but...”

“The fire must of blown the lid off.” She stated. Personally she hated the suspicious look he was giving her.

Unfazed by her he spoke. “So in the end the culprit appears to be this familiar.If you are gonna bring it with you you have to take responsibility and properly take care of it.” He looked up at the girl and finally seemed to of noticed their scars and gender. “....Oh my! Now isn’t the time to be long winded. The entrance ceremony will soon come to a close. Let’s get a move on.” He started walking to the entrance, expectingher to follow.

“Just a second.” The girl asked,still confused. “Who exactly are you?” She may be in a different place but she knew better than to follow strange men she had only just met.

“What’s this? Are you still dazed?” The man retorted with a questioning tone. The raccoon still tight in his grasp. “It appears the magic teleportation has left you disoriented.... well it’s fine. It happens often enough.” Turning to face her, smile on face, he continued. “I will explain to you on the way there. For I am gracious.” Feeling as if she had no choice, the red-head followed him. This seems like the only way she was gonna get answers.

He led her to a courtyard. A fountain stood in the center with paths coming of it from all sides. Patches on grass say in the corners one containing a apple tree. “This is Night Raven College. Those magicians blessed with a unique apitude for magic father here from all over the world, here at the most prestigious magical academy in Twisted Wonderland.” Magicians? What is this crazy old look talking about? Does he mean the people who sit on stage on wow you with some tricks. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. She had never heard of a country called ‘Twisted Wonderland’ mabye she didn’t pay enough attention in geography. You would of thought she’d remember a place with a strange name like that. “And I am the principal, appointed to take care of this academy by the board of chairmen, Dire Crowley.” Wait, that surname.... THEY HAVE THE SAME ONE?! Of course someone has the same surname as you but she didn’t expect it to be this crazy old man! Good thing she doesn’t use her surname at all. The thing that bothered her is how come she is able to remember her surname and geography class but not her NAME? The headmaster didn’t seem bothered by her internal struggle and continued. “Only those magicians seen worthy by the dark mirror can attend this school. Chosen ones use the Gate and are summoned here from around the world.” He looked at the small human. “An ebony carriage carrying a gate should have gone to meet you as well.”

An ebony carriage? She doesn’t remember stepping into one but.... “I think i remember a horse with a terrifying face....” Yes, its dark, beady eyes where engraved in her memory. How they were void and empty yet beautiful at the same time. How it stared at here empty of emotions.

“The ebony carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the Dark Mirror.They are special carriages that carry the doors to the academy.” He sounded dull like this was something she should already know. He then continued speaking. “The market decided years ago that carriages are used to welcome people on special days.” It was odd to say the least. Why a carriage? There are plenty of good buses you could of used. Carriages went out of style during the 1900’s“So your saying a carriage just brought me here? On its own?”

Grim yelled in anger but it came out muffled due to the gloves hand covering his mouth. The raccoons hands and legs flailing about, trying to escape the headmasters tight grasp.

“Come let’s go to the entrance ceremony.”

The trio travelled back to the room with the mirror as the center. It was filled with students, all different shapes and sizes. She could see a small boy with lilac hair and a tall boy with blue hair. In the corner she could see a tanned person with white hair and... are those animal ears? Wait, where they real?

“Is that all for the new dorm assignments?” A loud voice boomed. The girl looked over to see a fellow red-head yelling at some people. “Listen up new students. Here in Heartslaybul I am the rules. Break them and it’s of with your head.” Wow, bit extreme.

“....Uuugghh.The stuffy ceremony is finally over. We are going back to the dorm. Savanaclaws follow me.” A dark haired male yawned. He had animal ears poking out the top of his robes.

“To the new students, congratulations on entering this academy. Enjoy your life here to the fullest.” Who was this? “As the dormitory leader of Octovinelle I will support you to the best of my ability.” Just hearing his voice and actions made the small girl uneasy. It may sound nice to the untrained ear but she could hear the undertone of a shady schemer. She made a mental note to stay clear of that one.

“By the way, where did the dean go? He flew right out in the middle of the ceremony...” A taller figure spoke.

“Abandoning his post...” Where was this voice coming from? Perhaps the person was short?

“Did he get a stomachache or something?”

“Not at all!” The headmaster exclaimed.

The younger students jumped, startled by the sudden bang. The Leaders however ,did not flinch, it must be normal for them.

“Ah, he’s here.”

“I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student so I went to find them.” The crow says crossing his arms and pouting. He turns and looks at her emerald eyes. “You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, step in front of the Dark Mirror.”

Sounds of protest were made from Grimm still with the headmasters hand around his mouth.

Looking around the room, she noticed a massive, dark mirror. It was floating, somehow. She made her way towards it, pulling her hood down more. As her high heels clicked against the floor boards she felt all eyes on her and she hated the attention. “Wait, is that a girl?” “What is a girl doing here?” Here the whispers come. She was shocked at the fact they commented on her gender ; not her appearance. It must be the hood she was wearing. The garment that adorned her was a black and purple robe with the details being in gold. It was odd and probably made for a special occasion. She didn’t remember putting them on, she doesn’t remember stepping into the coffin- the thing which she awoke from.

Stepping in front of the supposed ‘magic’ mirror , her breath was hitched. Nervousness flooded her body ;the only thing she could do was stand and wait.

All of a sudden, when she thought nothing was gonna happen, the mirror spoke up. It’s face watching her, judging her every move.

“Child of man, burnt by flames. The shape of your soul is.....”

You could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. The atmosphere was tense and hushed.

“I do not know.”

Huh?

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Peculiars (Pt.1)

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Patton Boleyn was a special child, not necessarily special in the way most would describe. He was smart, yes, but he was average smart. He was skilled in things like singing art and cooking, but not profesionally.

Looking at Patton most would assume he was completely ordinary, and he was for the most part.

But Patton could do things most humans couldnt. Most people would watch him sitting in fields and wading through lakes and rivers and say it was just him being a normal energetic child.

Patton's parents knew better, they saw the way the flowers moved to face their son, and the way the lake seemed to become empty in the spots Patton swam in.

Patton's father said they would have to keep him inside for his safety, his parent said that Patton's gift was one to be nurtured, not locked away from the rest of the world.

Patton hated the days they would argue. The way his father's eyes would narrow as he yelled at his spouse over a petty incident of a flower growing quicker than it should in the school yard. The way his parent's hand clutched the nearby table as they struggled not to raise their voice at their husband.

The day Patton asked to go to the pool was the last straw. His father had panicked, words were exchanged that Patton wouldnt forget for years. So Patton and his parent had packed up their things and left. Patton found out later that they hadnt been happy in the marriage with his father either way, so Patton was glad both of them had escaped.

That was how the first nine years of Patton's life had gone, and the next five had been full of Patton hiding his gift from everyone except his parent.

They had the most vibrant garden in the neighborhood, and a little pond with a small waterfall in the backyard. Patton would watch the koi swim through the pond, manipulating the water to small bubbles occasionally so he could lift the fish out of the pond without hurting them. He had to stop doing that when the neighbor tried to catch it on camera and call the police.

Patton didn't mind having to hide, but sometimes it hurt, he felt wrong, he wanted to run around in lakes and fields like he used to, wanted to watch the water ripple under his hands, and flowers bloom where he walked. But it wasnt safe anymore, people were scared, they wouldnt trust someone like him.

Today felt different, he'd woken up same as usual, to his parent's voice calling him down for breakfast, their soft brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was almost identical to his own, only a little darker, and a lot less healthy from all their years of dying it as a teenager, they'd told Patton that if he ever wanted to dye his hair he would have to wait a while between sessions so it wouldnt fall out.

Then he'd gone to school and had a perfectly ordinary day, he'd done well in his classes, he talked to other students, and he hadnt caused a single flower to bloom or ripple in a puddle of water.

He was beginning to think that the feeling he'd had this morning was just nerves, until he walked home to find his parent on the front porch with a woman who had white hair with streaks of pink and blue. The woman was smiling and talking to his parent, who's face was one of shocked Awe and silence.

"Patton! There you are!" His parent threw their arms around him.

"What's going on? Who's this?" Patton put his hands in his pockets, an expression of concern on his face.

"Mrs. Hera Raven, she runs a school for kids like you," Patton's jaw clenched.

"You're not sending me away are you? I haven't done anything wrong!" Patton stepped back, he'd almost tripped into the street before his parent caught his arm, their deep blue eyes were full of a mix of sorrow and understanding.

"No one is saying you've done anything wrong dear, but people with your talents arent safe out here, Mx. Boleyn has agreed to let me take the two of you somewhere safer," Mrs. Raven was smiling, Patton noticed her lipstick was an odd blood-red color. Patton looked between the two adults, the confusion in his face only becoming more pronounced.

Mrs. Raven's face shifted suddenly to one of fear, "we need to leave, quickly, follow me," she gestured to a car.

A few minutes of driving later they had come upon a collection of oddly shaped rocks, and disappeared through the center of them.

"Now hurry up hurry up, we'll be safe once we're at the school," Mrs. Raven said, ushering them through the woods. Eventually they came upon a large building, it was made of bricks and stone, and the brick was painted black.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Patton said, fidgeting with his clothes.

Mrs. Raven looked around for a few seconds, Patton noticed that, rather than both her eyes being the bright green he thought they were, one was a striking yellow color.

"Patton, you are what we call a peculiar child, it's a recessive gene in families that manifests in, as you might call them, supernatural abilities in children," she said.

"You mean theres more kids that can do what I can?" Patton said.

"Well, not exactly what you can do, they all have their own abilities, you can meet more of them here," Mrs. Raven said.

"Oh, and the main rule, now that you're here, you cant leave, if you leave the loop you will be in danger once it resets," Patton opened his mouth to ask another question.

"Loops are rewind in time created by ymbrenes like myself, they are used to protect peculiar children such as yourself, some of the children within this loop have been here for nearly one hundred years, if they were to leave, they would age until-" Patton's parent covered his ears.

"So what about Bon?" Patton asked, looking up at them.

"The same rule applies to humans, typically parents who accompany their children to the school become members of staff, it's actually quite good for the children to have multiple parental figures," Mrs. Raven said with a grin.

"Patton, I'm gonna let you go make friends while I go with Mrs. Raven ok?" Bon smiled, running their hand through Patton's hair.

"Ok Bon," Patton said. He watched the two adults leave before finally walking into the main portion of the courtyard. There were dozens of children chasing each other and playing around, and adults talking to each other on the sidelines while watching their children.

"Watch out!" Patton barely had time to react before a basketball came hurling it's way across the garden, a tree branch curled it's way around the object just before it made contact with his face.

"Wooooaaaahhh! Awesome!" Patton moved the tree back into the ground, picking the basketball up and turning on the direction of the voice. A boy that looked a year or two older than him, with red eyes and the wisp of a mustache, was smiling brightly at him.

"So you can make trees huh? That's cool," he said as he took the basketball out of Patton's hands.

"I can control water to," Patton whispered, shuffling his feet in the grass.

"Remus! Who's that!" Another boy ran over to them, this one had bright green eyes and a mass of red hair.

"New kid, he makes trees," Remus said with a grin.

"Well come on, it's your turn," said the boy.

"Can we call it a tie for today, I wanna show him around," said Remus. The other boy nodded and ran off to a group of five other boys.

"Well, I'm Remus Duke-Prince, and I can reanimate the dead," Remus said. Patton blinked a few times while trying to process this, earning a laugh from the boy.

"Patton Boleyn, I can manipulate earth and water, which I guess are kind of similar since they both make up the actual planet anyways," Patton mumbled, tapping his fingers together.

"Boleyn? Like as in beheaded Anne Boleyn?" Remus said. Patton nodded and flinched slightly as Remus let out a loud howl of laughter.

"Come on- let me introduce you to my favorite people here," Remus said, grabbing Patton's arm and running over to the group of six.

"Everyone, this is Patton, Patton, this is Roman, Logan, Virgil, Janus, Emile, and Remy," Remus said, pointing at each of the boys in turn.

"Roman Prince-Duke, yes, I'm related to the rat," Roman said, picking up a rock and holding it out in front of Patton. Patton was about to take it from his hand before Roman closed his fingers around it, when he opened them again a light blue gemstone had taken its place.

"He makes rocks boring," Remus said, laughing. Roman let out an annoyed huff before fixing the gem into a silver necklace and clasping it around Patton's neck.

"Logan Mercedes," said the boy next to Roman, he had fluffy brown hair that seemed pushed to one side of his head.

"I can breath underwater and see in the dark," Logan said before turning to the boy next to him.

"This is my boyfriend, Virgil," Logan said, moving a lock of vibrant purple hair out of Virgil's face.

"Do you want to show him?" Logan whispered to Virgil, who was fidgeting with his hoodie strings. Virgil gave a slightly nod and Logan pulled a rope out from his belt, wrapping it around Virgil's waist. Virgil bent down to unlock what seemed like iron boots fastened to his legs. The moment he'd stepped out from the shoes, the boy was a few feet above the ground, Logan holding the rope with one hand and Virgil's hand with the other. Logan helped Virgil back into the boots, fastening them back up before he took off the rope and placed it back on his belt.

"Virgil doesnt talk much," Remus said simply before turning to a boy with a large scar on his face. His skin was a dark brown, which made with yellow eyes stand out all the more obviously.

"Janus Allen, I can talk to animals," he said simply, bowing slightly and placing a kiss on Patton's hand, Patton noticed Remus shift slightly and let out a soft giggle.

"Remy Hypnos, and this is my little brother Emile," said the boy next to Janus, his skin was a lighter brown than Janus', and he was wearing sunglasses despite it not being very sunny out.

"Hes like medusa, and I can move stuff with my brain," Emile said, fidgeting with the bow in his hair.

"Well now that you've met all of us, welcome to the loner squad Patton," said Remus, clapping a hand on Patton's back with a grin. Patton thought he might enjoy it here much more than he'd first expected to.

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[darklymelanatedstories]

So this is another story I wrote a while ago and just wanted to share with you Tumblr maniacs. Don't mind the terrible title. I'm lazy okay.

Part 1 of 4 part weirdness series.

Nameless crush (ft Piccolo)

Part 1: Curiosity

So beautiful. I found a perfect spot in the forest. A beautiful view of the sun resting on the horizon. Gohan took me her a few weeks back when we were trying to escape fangirls and paparazzi cause I asked to take a picture of him in his Great Saiyan Man outfit. I chuckled at the memory off Gohan almost being stripped naked by a bunch of fan girls.

I stared at the horizon as the fresh breeze hit my face. I enjoyed every minute of it. The peace, the fresh air, the view, nature. You couldn't find any of these in the city. Other than that there was something else about this place that drew me in, I don't know if its just the beauty of mother nature but something in me keeps telling me to come back. Like I'll find something more.

But every time I came back there wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. I took out my earphones from my pocket and placed them in my ears. A song was already playing, probably because I never turn my music off. I listen to music more than I listen to people so I like to something playing just incase I need to tune out someone.

I laid there on the grass and looked up at the semi dark clouds in the sky.

"Hmm, could rain soon."I said to myself. Though I didn't really care if it rained. I don't mind getting wet. I closed my eyes and dozed off. Drifting into my secluded dream world.

I felt a wet, icy drop hit my cheek, though I dismissed it and went back to sleep. It wasn't until I heard a sound of someone moving, that I shot up and looked around, scanning my surroundings.

"Probably just another animal walking past."I said to myself as I let out a breath of relief. Though I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. It started raining harder. I took out my earphones, my I've already went through my whole playlist so my music stopped playing a while ago. I looked up at the sky, letting the water stream down my face.

"Shouldn't you be indoors right now?"asked a deep, male voice from behind. It startled me but I didn't show it.

"I could ask you the same thing."I replied, my face still enjoying the cool rain. "Its raining cats and dogs out here, why aren't you inside?"

"I like training in the rain sometimes."the man said. "Whats your excuse?"

I stood up and cracked back, my back still facing the man.

"I like the rain out here and I don't feel like going back to the city. Its so peaceful here."

"Don't earthlings usually get sick from sleeping in the rain though?"he asked. "Earthling?" I thought.

Is this guy one of the aliens I've heard of or just weirdo. I heard him take a few steps closer. With my guard up, I turned quickly turned around to face this strange man.

I jumped back in shock to see him right in front of me. His chest so close to my face. It looked like...is he green? His purple gi that stuck to his green, wet, toned body and a white cape that gently flew in the breeze.

"Ok so he's clearly an alien. Dare I look up at his face?"

I slowly lifted my head up at the green man...alien. His dark, ivory eyes looked down at mine. I tried my best to hide my nervousness but I guess he could sense it becuase he took a few steps back.

I stared at his face, his features for a while. He didn't look that bad, actually pretty handsome.

"So are you gonna answer my question or just keep staring?"he questioned with an annoyed tone. It snapped me out of my thoughts breaking me out of the trance I was in.

"Oh yeah, sorry. I was just-"

"Staring at the hideous monster before you?"

I waved my arms frantically in the air, with an embarrassing blush on my face.

"What!? No, no. I mean I was staring but," I trailed off. "You're not hideous, you're actually pretty handsome for an alien. Gah! Not that I'm saying aliens are ugly but-"

He raised his hand, cutting me off. "Its fine. I understand, most people react this way when they see me",he said. "At least before running away screaming. Which I believe now is your cue to do so."

"Why would I do that?"I asked.

"Why not? Most earthlings do." He seemed curious.

"Well I'm not most. Thats stereotypical."I said, glaring at him. His dark, cold eyes staring back.

We glared at each other for about a minute until...I sneezed. He chuckled a bit before going back to his stoic state.

"Whats so funny?"I asked.

"I guess that answers my question."he teased. "You should head home, before it gets worse." He turned and flew up a few feet in the air.

"Hey wait, you can fly? Then why not give me a lift!?",I yelled out. He stopped mid-flight and turned to me with a grin on his face.

"I don't pick up weirdo's who like sleeping in the rain.",he responded. "Sorry but you're on your own. I also noticed that you didn't come here with a car, better start walking."

He then flew off, leaving me here.

"Why you big green–ugh!",I yelled, stomping my foot on the wet ground.

"Guess its my fault anyway. But he could've been a little helpful."

I walked back to the city, it wasn't to far from where I was. Plus it wasn't that bad since the rain lightened. Everything I had on was soaked and the uncomfortably wet clothes made it almost unbearable. But I made it nonetheless.

I opened the door to my apartment, tracking water and mud all over my floor. I stripped and got into the bath. After what happened I didn't feel like another shower. After the 20 minute soak I got into my fuzzy PJs, and slippers and made myself some tea while binge watching My wife and kids. I didn't pay attention to most of it as I was busy thinking of that alien guy I met. I silently cursed when I realised I didn't get his name. My God he was handsome. I needed to take a picture of him next time.

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I couldn't sleep. My thoughts of this guy kept me up. Question after question hitting my brain whenever I tried to sleep. I needed to know more, to see more, to hear more. I got up around 3 in the morning and packed all my stuff. I wore my favourite black and yellow hoodie, dark jeans and purple sneakers. I left the apartment and headed to the same spot. Multitasking trying to tie my hair and eat a chocolate bar for my "breakfast".

I headed to the spot, the sun started rising in between the moutains. Letting nice warm light hit my face.

"Oh, it's you again." That deep voice, it was definitely him. "Though I didn't expect you to be here so early.",he said, he sounded intrigued. "Or do you always do this every morning?"

"Nope, I couldn't sleep so I decided to come here and explore the forest.",I said.

"Oh really. There's a lot of places to go to but you decided to come to this exact spot. Why?"

I wanted to turn around and look at him but fear of staring into those eyes stopped me.

"I just wanted to enjoy the view first.",I said nervously.

"Ok let me not stop you. Enjoy.",he said somehow knowingly. I heard him walking further away from me with each step.

"Wait.",I said. He stopped. "What's your name?" I turned to him. His back facing me. He glanced over his shoulder, his dark pupils got a glimpse of me.

"Piccolo."he said.

"Piccolo." His name felt sweet when I uttered it. Leaving my lips tingling.

"Nice name.",I happily said.

"Aren't you gonna tell me yours?" He came closer but this time I showed no nervousness. I tried to keep a neutral face but a smile crept out when he took his final step.

"Nope. I don't go around telling my name to strangers."

"You're a weird one."

"Really? Thank you, I was always told I wasn't normal. Now here an alien is, proving everyones point by calling me weird."

He gave me a small smile before levitating with his legs crossed. His eyes never leaving mine. Like he was observing me.

"Didn't anyone tell you its rude to stare?"I asked.

"Thats funny coming from someone who couldn't take their eyes off me yesterday."

I couldn't say anything. I just stared at him as a light blush appeared on my face. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, like he found this amusing.

I let out a fake cough. "What?"

"Why are you nervous?",he questioned. I snapped myself out of it and stood confidently.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" I folded my arms and turned to the side avoiding his gaze.

"Your face."

"What about my face?" I then became self conscious. Was there something on my face?

"Nothing. So you're not going to tell me your name?"he asked, changing the topic.

"No, why do you wanna know anyway?" At this point I was just trying to distract him with questions so he'd stop staring.

"Just curious."

The sound of his feet touching the ground made me quickly turn to face him. He glanced down at my bag for a second before looking back at me.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow then.",he said before walking away.

"How do you know I'll be here tomorrow?",I asked suspiciously.

"I know you will.",he stated before taking off.

I sighed. Sweet breath of relief. His charcoal coloured eyes stopped staring into my soul. At least I knew his name now.

"Piccolo."

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In Your Head

Plot - It was all just a joke. . .right?

Angst

Warning - Who Killed Markiplier Spoilers,

Pairing -  Wilford Warfstache X Reader

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I want you to care!

Wilford wasn’t the type to be “all together” if the voices of memories didn’t speak out about that. The man whipped around, paranoid in his own studio. That voice, it was so familiar to him but his mind was too jumbled to allow him to put a face to it, let alone a face. His right eye twitches, the corner of the pink stache twitching with it.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to hear things. Bits and pieces of his past were missing. Some nights they’d come to him in dreams only to be forgotten when the day comes. Other times they stuck with him for days, actions that he was so unsure if he really did or not. More often than not these bits and pieces would leave to a break of his and he couldn’t deal with that right now. 

Things like this came up at the most random times. They toyed with him in ways that he didn’t think anything could. All of his life was right there yet the voices, the flashes, all brought him back to the reality of it all. He was not who he once was. Not in the slightest.

I can’t believe you. . .

A hush came from his lips (though even he didn’t know who he was shushing) as he looked at himself in the mirror, straightening his tie. The pink ran on yellow unbelievably well and he had his lover (You) to thank for that. Though times where his mind was running wild he was glad that you were nowhere in sight as he tended to get the past and present mixed up. It gets to the point of him seeing himself back in a place he doesn’t even know how to get to. 

His hands shake out of nowhere, the normally chaotic and crazy man was shaking. From what he didn’t know, he wasn’t afraid, if anything he was slipping into his own little hole of madness. One that he’d dug up himself and jumped into long ago. Long before he met his lover before he got the new gig as an interviewer before he met Katheryn. 

Our friend is dead!

A name came to his head that had the entertainer shaking his head, hand pressed against his right temple. Damien. How could he have forgotten about Damien? His dear and closest friend who was pulling the biggest joke of all time on him. Wilford was sure of one thing and it was that Damien was alive somewhere, he and Celine and they were just messing with him. 

The man tilts his head to the side a bit, shocked that he’d forgotten about Damien and Celine. They said they wouldn’t be gone long and he believed them. Damien promised that he’d be back. And Wil believed him more than anything. 

Voices started to overlap, the same things repeating like a broken record. “Stop,” Wilford mutters, closing his eyes for a moment. “Stop.” He became frustrated very quickly, “Damien, you’re loud.” He mutters before looking around the room for the mayor that he was friends with. But Damien was nowhere to be found. “No.” He shakes his head, turning back to the mirror. 

What are you doing!?

As quickly as the yell came he had his gun pulled. A bullet was now lodged in the glass. All around it was broken and cracked. His hand with the gun was steady as he stared at the bullet. “I didn’t mean to.” He says, shaking his head. A knock at the door has him pointing his gun away from the mirror. 

“Wilford?” A voice calls out, another knock on the door. “Wil are you okay?” The door opens and a gunshot goes off again, a vase in the corner shattering. That’s when you step into the room, staring wide-eyed at the vase and then to the man pointing the gun. “The Hell happened?” You close the door behind you. 

Wilford frowns, racking his brain to make sense of what’s happening before him. “Who are you? Do I know you friend?” He has his gun aimed at your head as you turn. Your heart shatters at that question as you take in the serious look on his face. He genuinely didn’t know who you were

You raise your hands in the air, keeping as calm as possible. It was rare that he had gotten confused with you but never did he forget who you were to him. “Wil, it’s me, Y/n.” You try to coax him, staying where you stand. “You’ve known me for years. Wilford, we’re dating.” You hope that he’ll remember before you end up like the mirror and the vase. 

Who were you to tell him something not true? Wilford’s mind turns against him, whispers and fractured memories that he’s unsure about. He watched you in curiosity as you stood, slightly shaking in the center of the room. Wilford just tilts his head. “Did Damien send you?” He questions. You had an idea of who Damien was to him but you’d never met him or gotten to know the full story. “Oh, that rapscallion.” He almost laughs.

You hold your breath as he waves the gun for a moment. “No. . .Wil, Damien’s gone.” He stares dead at you, eyes hard almost like you were the one with the gun pointed at him. 

Wanna talk about madness?

The end of the gun is perfectly aligned with your eyes. “No.” He says, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re a liar.” He says and you shake your head. 

“Wil, I’m not. We’ve been over this already. He’s gone, long gone. I swear. Please.” A tear runs down your cheek when he fingers the trigger. 

He frowns, eyeing you as you cry. “Why are you. .crying. . .?” Wilford looks from you to the gun. Y/n. The gun uncocks and falls from his shaking hand. The shot goes off into the wall, making you jump and yell in shock. Your hand presses against your mouth as you try to calm down but the sob that left you had Wilford broken. “Y/n I’m-” You flinched back when he stepped towards you. “I’m sorry my love.” His voice cracks again, holding his hands out to you. “I. . .I don’t. . .I heard him.” Your heart aches at the man you love breaks down in front of you. “Damien he-”

You cut him off when you hug him, your face buried in his chest. “It’s okay Wil. It’s gonna be okay.” Slowly, Wilford wrapped his arms around you. A figure in the corner is there one moment, catching the corner of Wilford’s eye. When he looks back there’s nothing. Nothing but a vase in perfect condition. 

I want you to care.

I do care.

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