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#i really do just post my random sides thoughts before bed every day huh
hyperfixated-homo · 1 year
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its almost midnight so you know what that means! random thoughts while i unconsciously panick over how tired i’m going to be tomorrow when i have to wake up at six again :D
today im thinking about love languages. more specifically, unconventional love languages that i hc the sides do! from the same people (complete lie but just roll with it) who brought you remus biting people to show affection, we bring you
virgil likes to pat/slap people. just. pat on the head. slap on the face (gently,,,must hit affectionately)
roman loves all love languages, but only in specific contexts. quality time, as long as he is fully aware of how much the other is enjoying it as well as he is (silent quality time is a big nono). physical touch BUT ONLY SOMETIMES!!! and sometimes, ONLY PHYSICAL TOUCH IF YOU DO NOT HUG HIM RIGHT NOW HE WILL CRY
janus squeezes. squeezy hugs. squeezy hand holding. sometimes its feels like hes trying to literally squeeze the life out of you (hes not, but he doesnt really understand his own strength)
is it possible for someone to be touch adverse but also touch starved. because that is logan and roman. ask them rn if they need a hug. god knows they wont tell you themselves-
patton is so gifts of service its like. stupid. nothing even belongs to him anymore. he has no concept of personal belonging. everything that is his is also everyone elses. must,,, gib everything,,,
janus, remus and virgil also headbutt people. just to check up on them. they dont rlly do like, words of affirmation or quality time. they communicate purely on physical touch and gifts sometimes. sometimes they engage in friendly headbutting battles
remus needs to spend all his time with the people he likes. all of it. just be with them all the time. even if its just pure silence, he needs to know somebody is there or else he will explode
oh also they have specific things for different people!!! like remus spends most of his time w/logan bc he’s the only other one who also needs to be around people a lot!! must of the time logan needs it to be quiet, but he still wants someone in the room
vi nd pat exchange many gifts. it started with the cards and now they make each other a bunch of handmade stuff too!!! like patton whittles figurines for virge and virge sews pat stuffed animals.
similarly, janus and patton exchange food. all types. just. gib meal. ily
honestly patton is the only one who rlly tells ppl that he loves them. nobody else rlly likes to say it out loud. it means so much when they do say it tho
virgil and roman obvs do the opposite of words of affirmation. they tell each other that they hate each other so that they know that they love each other.
the reason that logan and roman argue a lot is bc they don’t share love languages rlly. they have like, opposite cycles for needing/hating touch, which leads to some hurt feelings when one of them gets denied. they remedy this by spending at least one full day a week hanging out and doin things together
remus and virgil fight. so often. they wrestle a lot. it means that they’re having a good day
janus is very smoochy. did i mention that. did i mention that that one college projection au by haysgrove made me obsessed with that hc. yeah he’s a kissy boy. the others never really mind, they know it’s just a thing he does (nd he always asks first!!!)
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siriuslysatorusimping · 3 months
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Random Question (Another Level Extra)
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“So, no marriage for you, huh?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”
“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question.” Rinko scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting his eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material, either.”
“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”
“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned.
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Kiko note: One of my favorite things about writing these two is the serious conversations they have while they fuck. This is set the day after Let's Get Lost and their conversation references Hollow Echoes. This is also posted on AO3
If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕
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“Kinda curious ‘bout something.”
Rinko’s eyes narrowed at Gojo, prompting him to grin as he rolled his hips teasingly.
His words made her tense in suspicion because him being curious while he was balls deep was typically not a good sign.
They’d spent most of the day in bed, just like he’d asked of her yesterday while they showered. She couldn’t describe it as lazy because he’d barely allowed her any time to rest since they woke up. Their current position was the most relaxed they’d been all day.
“S’pretty random, actually,” he admitted, his hips keeping their steady pace as he filled her over and over. “That date you skipped, why’d you do it?”
“Huh?” Her eyebrows shot up before dropping, furrowing in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
The question was very random. But such a Gojo question to ask when he’d spent the entire day ruining her in every way he possibly could.
“Told you it was random,” he said, grasping her leg and wrapping it around his waist so he could thrust deeper. Her back arched in response, a strangled moan ripping from her throat. “Fuck, that’s it.” He sped up briefly before settling back into his relaxed, lazy rhythm. “The date you didn’t go on last year. Y’know, when I-”
Showed up at her apartment drunk and acting like a jealous idiot? That date? She couldn’t even say she was surprised he’d ask now of all times.
Rolling her eyes, she yelped when he slammed into her once, his eyes glinting playfully.
“S’rude to roll your eyes at me when I’m fucking you this good, Rinko-chan,” he chided. Because bringing up the night he showed up at her place drunk and jealous while he was inside her wasn’t rude. Or the very fact that he’d shown up drunk and jealous in the first place when it was supposed to be casual. His grin grew at her indignant squawk, leaning down to capture her lips, biting her tongue gently when she released a breathy moan. “Keep your bratty comment to yourself just this once-”
“Don’t really see how it’s bratty to point out you being a-” she choked off when she felt his cock stab her cervix, “-an asshole.”
Gojo just snickered, moving his lips to her neck, nuzzling the ticklish spot there.
“Come on,” he murmured, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “I’m actually curious.”
“You’re talking about the time you showed up drunk, right?”
He nipped her skin in warning, and she sighed.
“Multiple reasons,” she relented. “Was a bit stressed. I’d had a long week already, and I’d just gotten a text from you telling me to send you my address because you apparently wanted to come spank me like the asshole you-”
“You liked it,” he argued, lifting his head to give her a smug grin and laughing when she clenched instinctively at the memory. “‘Least your pretty pussy did. Squeezed me so good then, still squeezing me now. Oh, fuck.” He groaned low in his throat. “Not the point, though. You’ve had to miss dates for shit, obviously. But I thought you always rescheduled ‘em. Was surprised you didn’t reschedule that one.”
She let her head fall back as she released a heavy sigh mixed with a whine.
“Ever meet someone and- fuck, right there- just know they’re too nice?” she breathed, arching her back when he rolled his hips to graze her gspot teasingly.
Maybe nice wasn’t exactly the word but it was the best she could think of now. She knew he’d understand, though. It was why he didn’t usually see people more than once. Thank fuck he’d decided she was the exception to that rule.
“Not really sure what you mean,” he admitted, sucking on her neck again. “But I think I follow.”
“S’why you have your little ‘no repeats’ rule, yeah?” she pressed. “Because you don’t wanna risk someone getting attached?”
“Obviously. S’also why I only fuck non-sorcerers now, too. Gets messy.” He paused, leaning back to meet her eyes as if he just knew she was making a face. “You are, so far, not messy,” he said, giving her a wolfish grin. “Well, at least not in a bad way.”
She couldn’t contain the eye roll at how stupid he was sometimes.
“Pussy is fuckin incredible, too,” he continued cheekily. “So it’s a win-win for both of us.”
“If only your cock was- wait!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck when he narrowed his eyes at her. Licking up the side of his throat, she nipped his jaw playfully. “A win-win. Can’t deny the guarantee of a really good fuck is nice. Might need to make a copy of your map-”
She squealed when his hands found her sides, fingers digging into her ribs relentlessly.
“Such a goddamn brat,” he growled, lifting her leg to his shoulder and grinding his hips before speeding up. He made sure to tease her gspot with each thrust, his lips latching onto her neck as her cries rose in pitch. “Not a single goddamn thing that could help anyone fuck you as good as me, and you know it. S’why you act like a fucking menace so much.”
“I would never,” she breathed, whining when he moved one of his hands between them to rub tight circles around her clit. “Fuck- don’t- don’t stop-”
“Yeah?” he taunted, digging his teeth into her neck and pulling a strangled moan from her. “My little slut gonna cum for me like a good girl? Hm? Come on, Rinko-chan. Show me you can be a good girl.”
He pinched her clit hard, and a broken scream wrenched free as she came. Whimpers and moans fell uncontrollably as she convulsed, thrashing against him when he sped up.
“Just like that,” he cooed, his tongue soothing where he’d bitten. He moaned quietly in her ear, his hips stuttering briefly. “Such a good girl for me.”
She just whined as she felt him twitching as he spilled inside her, releasing a long, guttural groan before he released her leg and dropped his weight on top of her. His arms wrapped underneath her tightly, his lips tracing random patterns along her shoulder.
“Never answered my question,” he mumbled, and she nodded. “Said somethin’ about people getting attached?”
Catching her breath, she blinked around the sleep trying to pull her under.
“Yeah. Just- when you meet someone and kinda just know they’re looking for the whole thing. Date, fall in love, have kids type thing, ya know?”
He lifted his head curiously, meeting her eyes.
“You don’t want that?”
Pursing her lips to the side, she shrugged as best she could.
“I- maybe someday,” she admitted quietly. “But- this life doesn’t really let that happen. Name one happily married couple you know of?”
The snort he released made her chuckle, and he nodded.
“Can’t,” he said. “Parents weren’t exactly the happiest. They weren’t miserable, but they sure as hell weren’t happy.”
“Probably had something to do with having you as their kid,” she teased lightly. “I imagine it wasn’t easy. There were a lot of hits out on you pretty young, right?”
His scoff was paired with a dramatic eye roll before he leveled her with a bored look.
“Took care of those pretty easy,” he deadpanned. “None of ‘em had the guts to try anything. Parents were just… distant.” He shrugged again. “Guess I can’t compete much with you, though. Your old man’s a real piece of shit.”
She definitely didn’t need that reminder.
“So, no marriage for you, huh?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”
“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question,” she replied instantly, scrunching her nose. “I don’t- I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting Gojo’s eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material.”
“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”
“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned. “Be honest, you never intend to settle down, either. Too busy, yeah? It’s why you don’t wanna deal with anyone getting attached.”
His teasing grin shrank a bit as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Got a lot of shit to take care of. Not like there’s anyone who could keep up with me.”
As expected. She’d assumed as much.
“Ever been in love?”
He snorted, and she snickered at his bored look.
“Have you ever been in love?” he countered, grinning when she snorted just like he had. “You can say you’re in love with me, Rinko-chan.”
“Sorry, Gojo,” she hummed drily. “But you really aren’t the kinda person I want to fall in love with. Emotionally constipated would be an understatement.”
“Again, hurtful,” he chuckled. “But nah. Never been in love. Kinda don't ever wanna be. Fucks people up, yeah? S’what causes some of the nastiest curses. Like the one from your exam.”
As if she could forget. She’d almost fucking drowned. A curse born from the hatred of a scorned wife. A scorned lover.
“My mom used to say she loved Naobito at one point,” Rinko noted, gnawing on her bottom lip. “She loved him when they were together. Dunno what the fuck about that asshole could be lovable, but she meant it. It- it fucked her up pretty good. She- always said she didn’t regret it because it gave her- me. But- not so sure I could do it. Be as strong as she was.”
Almost two years without her and it still felt like yesterday. Her chest ached at the realization.
“You miss her.”
“Well, yeah,” she said, feeling small. “She was- my favorite person. The only one I had for most of my life.”
Gojo nodded, understanding coloring his expression.
“Well, you got me now, Rinko-chan,” he stated firmly. He wrapped his arms underneath her again, holding her tighter than before. It made the weight in her chest lift a bit. “And Nanamin. Got a lot of people here for you. Hell, you can even say you’ve got Fushiguro’s brat now, too. Since you fuckin bribed him with those damn cookies-”
“Not my fault you didn’t think of that before me,” she argued, unable to fight the grin at his pout. “Don’t be jealous, Satoru.”
He just rolled his eyes and dropped his head down, burying his face in her neck.
“Thank you,” she murmured, twisting his hair around her fingers gently. “You- I dunno if you need or want to, but you have me now, too.”
His breath fanned across her neck as he hugged her tighter.
“‘Course I want to, Rinko-chan,” he replied, groaning when he shifted, and they both seemed to remember that he was still inside her. “Mm, fuck. I need a fuckin nap, and then I’m gonna keep you tied to this bed until one of us has to leave.”
He chuckled darkly when she couldn’t contain the quiet moan, licking her neck teasingly.
“Rest up, baby.”
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hangmansgbaby · 3 months
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Pucking Finally T H R E E
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The day of my cousin's wedding is here. Day 2 of pretending to date my ex boyfriend. My last full day with him around. I'm fully ready and sitting on my hotel bed waiting for Javy to knock on my door so we can leave for the ceremony.
Last night was honestly so strange. Watching the way Javy is with my parents and how easily he shifted back into the role of my boyfriend. It really was like we never broke up, but its just for show. Everything he says, every stolen glance, every sweet gesture. Its all fake. The smile, the laughter, and everything else is. His eyes. So expressive, telling me just how different he feels. He's happy to see me again, obviously, and even though he's acting, it hurts to look at him. Seeing him act like that just reminded me of how much I love him. How much he meant to me.
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. I open without checking to see Javy there, black suit fitting his frame well. My heart skips a beat just looking at him.
"Hey." I greet, opening the door more.
"Hey." He smiles before his eyes drift down to fully take in my outfit. It's a simple off the shoulder dress that's a light blue shade. "You look-- wow." Javy's eyes don't leave me for a moment when he speaks.
"Yeah, I guess." I bite the inside of my cheek.
"So, how do I look?" He jokes, making random poses to show off his suit.
I give him a small laugh, "You look great, Javy."
"Shall we then?" He holds out his hand.
"Let's go." I respond, resting my right hand in the crook of his elbow and let him lead me all the way to the car that drives us to the venue.
Javy and I sat in the seats talking about anything that came to mind and before we knew it the ceremony was underway. I barely heard a word the priest said as my mind drifted. Suddenly it wasn't my cousin standing up there. It was me. And then Javy was there. He smiled at me, the same loving smile he gives me every time we spend time together. It was the same smile I'd seen before. On the ice, after he won his first championship freshman year of college. Javy had just performed a hat trick and pointed directly to me as he skated around the rink and back to his team. I was crying, and I remember thinking that I'd never love anyone like I did him.
And just like that the wedding was over and everyone was making their way to the reception hall.
Javy guided me to our table, hand in hand just minutes before the newlyweds made their entrance. After speeches and toasts, plus the dances, the party was in full swing and I was posted up on the side with a few of my cousins catching up.
"Hey guys! Can I borrow Nat for a minute?" My cousin Jess, the bride, asks as she joins the group.
Immediately all of my cousins disperse and I'm left with Jess without a word. "Oh Nat I missed you!" She squeals, pulling me into a hug.
"I missed you too Jess." I chuckle and let go.
"So, a little birdie told me," Her face drops dead serious as she speaks, "That your hottie of a boyfriend was sleeping in a different room than you."
I can't be certain if the color in face faded or not but I do know that my stomach dropped when she said that.
"Now I knew that couldn't be correct because I know you."
I chuckle awkwardly. Please please please let us be in the clear.
"So imagine my surprise when I'm walking back to my room last night and I see you go in one room and Javy goes into a different one." She almost playfully gasps.
"Uhm…"
"And I mean, why would you do that?"She laughs. "And then it hit me. Your relationship with Javy is totally fake." Jess crosses her arms over her chest. "Don't tell me that this whole thing has been a joke?"
"What? Jess that's crazy!" I defend. "You had quite a bit to drink last night."
"No, I know what I saw."
"Jess, Javy and I have been dating for almost 3 years!"
"Uh huh. And the separate rooms?" Jess questions.
"Javy and I slept in the same room last night. So whatever you think you saw, you're wrong." I stand firm.
"Fine. Prove it then. Walk right over there and kiss him." Jess proposes. "Haven't seen an ounce of PDA from you two." She adds as an afterthought.
"What? No!" I scoff. "I'm not doing that." I try to reason.
"Why not? If you've been dating for three years than it shouldn't be a problem, right?" She points out. ""Kiss him, and I won't tell the entire family."
Oh dear god. She's gonna know when he doesn't do it.
"Fine." I smile before walking towards Javy. "Here goes nothing."
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tabsters · 3 months
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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 7) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER
another long chapter this week! mainly the result of me having a lot more free time over winter break and me writing like a maniac. enjoy!
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Cassie awoke to soft beams of sunlight streaming through her window.
Hm? She thought as she sat up in her bed. I don't remember...where am I?
And then the memories of the day before hit her.
Ah...right. I'm trapped in an alternate version of the Astral Plane...but it'll be okay. Ciara's Zodiacs will help me get back to my own Astral Plane.
She slipped out of her quarters, wandering around Gemini's palace. Her feet padded softly on the carpeted floors.
Maybe I should try and find Gemini and see if she's awake? It feels kinda wrong to walk around her palace without her permission.
She turned down a random hallway, not knowing where she was going. This hallway was much more ornately decorated than the others, if that was even possible. She gazed up at the walls. There were several portraits of...Gemini?
"Whoa..." Cassie whispered. Many, many portraits of Gemini, all painted in different styles and mediums. And it looked like they were all created during various eras of history, judging by her clothing and looks.
"Hello," A voice said from behind her. "What are you doing in the queen's quarters?"
"Oh!" Cassie yelped, spinning around. She came face-to-face with a tall woman with a buzz cut and what looked like horse ears on her head. Two fluffy wings fluttered at her back and a horse tail brushed against the ground.
"Hi! Uh—sorry, I was just looking for Gemini." Cassie said nervously, eyeing the woman's rifle strapped to her back.
The woman nodded. "Ah. Gem likes to take a walk around the castle grounds in the mornings, so maybe we can find her there."
She held out her hand to Cassie. "Pegasus. Gemini's advisor in military affairs. But sometimes I feel more like her babysitter."
Cassie shook Pegasus' hand, and then internally flinched. It felt like getting her knuckles caught in a drawer. "Cassie. I assume you already...know of my situation?"
Pegasus chuckled. "We're gettin' ya home, kid." She clapped Cassie on the back and led her back towards the main hallways. "How about some breakfast first, though?"
"Yeah," Cassie nodded. "I'd like that. Hey, if I can ask—could you tell me what's up with all these paintings of Gemini?"
"Oh, those?" Pegasus shrugged as they walked along the hallways. "They're painted every fifty years or so. To commemorate Gemini's eternal rule. Some of these outfits were...certainly choices." She made a face at one that depicted Gemini in 90s clothing and a perm.
"And...who are those with her? They look like you, kind of." All of the paintings featured similar-looking women that vaguely resembled Pegasus. Sometimes they were standing by her side, sometimes they were kneeling before her.
"Them? Past incarnations of the Pegasus constellations. They passed in the line of duty, as is typical for a constellation of advisor status. Gemini's gone through only four incarnations in the time she's been a Zodiac. Which is...about five hundred years, give or take."
“Huh,” Cassie thought back to Scorpio, and his companion constellation, Scutum. She supposed their roles were very similar, except for the fact that Scutum stuck around Scorpio willingly, while Pegasus seemed duty-bound to Gemini.
“The Pegasus in my realm is pink. And sparkly.” Cassie said, trying to make small talk. “And she’s a literal talking pegasus, actually.”
“Like, an actual talking horse with wings?” Pegasus asked. “I can do that too, watch.”
She stopped walking, and then there was a flash of light. Pegasus was now an actual, tawny brown, talking pegasus.
“Oh,” Cassie gaped. “That’s really cool!”
“Mhm!” Pegasus trotted around in a circle and then shifted back into a human. “Anyways. Oh look, it’s Gemini.”
Gemini flew over to the pair on her small cloud, waving at them. “Hey! Peggy!”
“Hello, Your Highness,” Pegasus waved back half-heartedly. “How are you?”
“Good, good!” She fell down to the ground, tucking and rolling to break her fall. “Hey, Cassie!”
“Your Highness, if I may,” Pegasus walked over to Gemini and slapped her on the back, making her straighten up. “No slouching.”
Gemini muttered what sounded like swears underneath her breath, but Pegasus ignored her and took out a small notepad.
“Let's take a look at your to-do list. Hmm…ah, the annual Winter Ball will be hosted in the kingdom of Aigokeros tonight, as you remember. The ruler and advisor from the Kingdoms of Krios, Tauros, and Parthenos will be attending. I'm afraid the other rulers have more important business to attend to."
Gemini groaned, dragging a hand over her face. “And that means I’m going to have to deal with a bunch of high-end pricks and have to wear uncomfy dresses. Can’t we just skip this year? The interesting people aren't even coming.”
“You know as well as I that the Ball is a grand occasion, meant to herald the peak of winter. And the deep dive memory procedure has been postponed until further notice, due to Centaurus being called into the field to combat a Shadow demon invasion.”
Gemini made a face, to which Pegasus tsked. “No moping. It is unbecoming of a queen to mope.” Cassie’s heart began to sink.
Does that mean it’ll take even longer to figure out a way to get home?
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop moping.” Gemini raised her hands above her head and cracked her knuckles. “Let’s do something fun, before the ball. You wanna race, Peggy?”
“I’d rather not, no, considering the last time you raced it was against Sagittarius. And you threw a fit in front of the entire Zodiac body. I recall you being extremely mortified. Cassie and I were just about to head to the dining hall for breakfast, would you like to accompany us?"
Gemini shrugged. "Or we could eat in the garden. I could get a servant to bring us some tea and scones and stuff."
"It is not time for afternoon tea yet."
"Cassie," Gemini looked sideways at Cassie. "Have you ever been to tea? Like, the kind the British do?"
Cassie shook her head, and Gemini grinned triumphantly. "Then we have to show Cassie what tea time's like."
Pegasus nodded. "Of course. I'll send for a servant right away. Cassie, you wouldn't mind following Gemini to the gardens?"
"Sure!" Cassie looked at Gemini. "Can I ride on your cloud again? It was super cool!"
Gemini grinned. "I like your energy, kid." She raised her hand, expanding her cloud a bit for both of them to sit on. "Climb on!"
Pegasus sighed, and turned to head to the dining hall. "I am not paid enough for this."
"I pay you!" Gemini yelled as they sped away. "A lot, I might add!"
"So, what does Pegasus do?" Cassie asked as they zoomed down hallway after hallway. "She mentioned she's your advisor?"
"She helps me run my kingdom. Actually, she runs my kingdom." Gemini kicked her legs as the cloud slowed down. "I just kinda sit back and let her do everything."
"Oh." Cassie could see what Pegasus meant by babysitting.
"But I do the important stuff. Like the meetings. And the leading." Gemini sighed. "Immortal life is kinda boring sometimes."
Cassie nodded awkwardly. She unfortunately could not relate, as she was not immortal. Ciara mentioned that she was dead. Kind of. Is she immortal, then?
"Whoa," Cassie looked over the edge of the cloud, gaping at the sight below her. "That's so pretty!"
Sprigs of lavender and sunflower buds swayed in the wind, meticulously arranged in various patterns. Birch trees dotted the empty spaces, and there were several small gazebos along the stone paths.
"My mom designed it," Gemini smiled softly. "She's got a pretty good eye for this kind of stuff."
They descended to the biggest gazebo, where Pegasus was waiting for them. Several trays of food were set upon the table.
"How is it," Pegasus began as they flew into the gazebo. "That I and three other servants managed to arrive before you—on foot, I might add."
"We took the scenic route."
"What scenic route? Every hall inside the castle looks the same."
Gemini waved Pegasus' comments aside. "Peggy, sit with us. Eat something.”
“Very well.” Pegasus took one of the small chairs beside the table, and gestured for Cassie to sit down as well. “Sit, have some scones.”
Cassie sat down. Pegasus set a scone, split in two, on her plate. “Here. Put some clotted cream and jam on it.”
“You need to put the cream on first, then the jam.” Gemini grabbed a scone and put a heaping spoonful of cream on it.
“Incorrect. Jam goes on before the cream.” Pegasus put a dainty spoon of jam on her scone and then added some cream.
Cassie settled for putting clotted cream on one half of the scone and jam on the other.
“So, Ophiuchus promised that she would tell me some more about this world today.” Cassie nibbled at the edge of her scone. “You and Ciara both mentioned someone named ‘Eclipse’ yesterday? Who is that? Ciara said she was your creator, but what does that mean?”
Gemini took a sip of her tea, and then sighed. “Touchy subject, kid. You sure you want to hear?”
Cassie raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”
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Ciara awoke to dim rays of sunlight pouring into her tent.
Huh? She thought as she crawled out of the sleeping bag. Where am I?
And then the events of the previous day hit her.
Oh yeah. I'm in another Astral Plane. And I have no idea when or how I'm going to get back to my own Astral Plane. Wonderful.
She wriggled the zipper of the tent open, stepping into the open. She looked up at Scorpio's lab.
Is he up yet?
Welp, he's about to be.
She raised her sheathed sword and banged it on the doors. "WAKE UP!" She shouted, slamming it many times against the wood. "WAKE! THE! FUCK! UP!!"
The door opened, but it was not Scorpio himself. It was a small, yellow...bug. A bug-guy? A small yellow bug-guy, who was bemusedly smiling up at her.
"Hello!" He said cheerfully, waving one of his four arms at Ciara. "I take it you're Scorpio's young guest?"
"Uh..." Ciara hesitated. She didn't mean to wake up this guy. "Yes. I am. Sorry if I…woke you up."
"Oh, no worries." He held out another one of his small hands. "Scutum. I'm Scorpio's companion constellation."
"Oh. Ciara. My name's Ciara." She shook the small hand offered to her. "Is...uh...his dark majesty awake?" Ciara tilted her head to look into Scorpio's lab. "I kinda need to talk to him."
"I'm awake. I heard your incessant banging." Scorpio said from within the lab. "You're going to dent my doors."
"My apologies, Sir Edgelord." Ciara rolled her eyes and slung her sword back onto her shoulder. "I didn't mean to cause your doors any distress. How was your sleep?"
“I don’t sleep.”
Ciara squinted at Scorpio, trying to figure out if he was being serious or sarcastic. “Okay then, Lord of Darkness.”
"I'll get you some breakfast," Scutum turned back into the lab. "You are a mortal, aren't you? You must be hungry."
"I—thank you." Ciara said, watching the bug scuttle away. He seemed so different than Scorpio, and Ciara wondered why on Earth a being like him would hang around Scorpio.
“Who’s he?” Ciara asked Scorpio as he walked outside and shut the doors.
“Scutum.” Scorpio said bluntly.
“No—like, what does he do?”
“He’s the constellation of the shield. Do you not have a Scutum in your Astral Plane?”
“Well, yes,” Ciara said, starting to get irritated at Scorpio’s lack of skill at small talk. “But they’re a turtle, not a bug. Is he your, like, little helper, or?”
“He’s my companion constellation,” Scorpio said simply. “All the other Zodiacs have one.”
“Oh. So he’s like, your personal servant.”
“He is not my servant,” Scorpio grumbled. “He is my friend. But yes, he does help me with…my endeavors in Void magic.”
“Hm,” Ciara thought about Gemini, and her advisor constellation, Pegasus. Their roles seemed pretty similar to each other, except that Pegasus’ assigned job was to assist Gemini, while Scutum apparently helped Scorpio of his own free will.
“Hey, what’s Void magic—?”
“Breakfast is ready!” Scutum reappeared, this time with a plate of sliced fruits. “My apologies, Zodiacs don’t need to eat as much as humans do, so our options were very limited.”
“No problem,” Ciara took an apple slice and crunched on it. “Anyway, what’s a guy like you doing with a guy like Scorpio?” She pointed at Scutum with the apple slice, then at Scorpio.
Scorpio scowled, but Scutum laughed. “It’s a long story, really. But the short version is that I was once an inanimate shield, but somehow Scorpio managed to activate my bug form! I’m very thankful for him doing that, and now I’m his companion.”
“Hm. Interesting.” Ciara reached for a peach slice. “Anyway. Do you have anything I need to do while I’m here?”
“What?” Scorpio asked, surprised.
“Like, any tasks you need me to do. Anything. I could take out the trash for you or something.”
“All the important tasks that need to be attended to are too dangerous for a child such as you.” Scorpio turned to go back into his lab. “You will wait here in Scutum’s care. Or you are more than welcome to visit the other Zodiacs.”
“That’s boring,” Ciara whined. “So fucking boring. You got any monsters I can fight?”
“No.” Scorpio turned away, heading towards his lab.
“Can you at least tell me something about Cassie and this world?” Ciara asked, now trying to follow him. “What’s the Starglass? Libra and Cassie both mentioned it yesterday. What is it? It’s like a blue star thing in Cassie’s eye, but what does it do?”
Scorpio paused, then turned back to Ciara with a heavy sigh. “It is a difficult topic to discuss, and one I would not normally discuss with…a child. But very well. Are you sure you would like to hear?”
Ciara raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”
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folkloreguk · 3 years
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French Class [6]
A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!
genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut
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You: can I come over? I kind of need u
H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone
It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.
The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.
“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”
You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.
“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.
“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.
“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.
“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.
“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”
You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.
“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”
With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.
“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.
“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”
He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”
“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”
“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”
“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.
“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.
“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.
“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.
“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.
“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”
At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.
“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.
“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.
“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.
“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”
“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.
“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.
“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.
“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”
He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.
“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”
You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.
“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.
“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.
“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.
“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.
He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.
One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.
“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”
In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.
Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.
“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.
“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.
Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.
“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”
This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.
When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.
“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.
“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”
“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.
“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.
The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.
Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.
Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.
Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.
The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.
Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”
He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.
He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.
“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”
Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.
“Okay,” you answered.
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celamoon · 3 years
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Warnings: Crackfic...? almost? abuse victim, nsfw jokes. please be warned
Pronouns: They/them
Summary: Y/n L/n the unhinged genius of Vyn's patients. A mentally unstable being, the result of the Flora X testing. The same unhinged being that was let into the NXX to lead the searching for the drug.
Prompt: This post by @papellie (Ty for the prompt bestie <3)
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Vyn did not have any patients he considered impossible. Well, almost none. He had Y/n L/n, the very unhinged chaos that considered his hardest patient. Someone whom one of his old friends had dropped into his hands because they were an impossible case.
Vyn only took the hardest cases, and you seemed to be the worst of his patients.
"Vynnie!" The patient grins at the sight of their favourite doctor. "Vynnie are you here to shove my medicine down my throat again? How about this time you shove your fingers down my throat-"
"Good afternoon Y/n," Vyn ignores your question. "We've changed your medication to a liquid."
"A liquid?" They tilt their head. "But water isn't a medication?"
"There are many more liquids other than water," Vyn smiles while pouring your medicine.
"Do bodily fluids count?"
"They do,"
"So like cu-"
"Drink up," Vyn shoves the cup to them, and they gag at the smell.
"It smells like the flora drug my previous doctors used to force down my throat," they mumble before downing it in one gulp. "You should really add some sugar or honey to the medicine Vinnie, it tastes disgusting."
Vyn freezes at the familiar name.
"What did you just say?"
"That you should really add some sugar or honey Vynnie," They grin.
"Before that."
"The medication smells like the flora drug I used to be forced to take as a child?" They tilt their head.
"Do you know what that drug was called?" Vyn raises a brow.
"Flora... X? Flora X," You mumble. "FLORA X!! Vynnie are you proud of me?"
Vyn's eyes widen in realization. No wonder you were so unhinged, you had been taking the very medication that was made illegal years ago. Which meant you were a lead into one of the dark pasts of Stellis.
"Say Y/n... if I were to let you out of the ward every once in a while... would you be willing to behave?"
"Vynnie I'm about as stable as a paper clip standing up straight." They blink innocently.
Vyn sighs. He would need to discuss with the NXX team about it.
"Which is... why I suddenly think we have a lead on the medication." Vyn concludes.
"Well that sounds reasonable to let her in," Rosa is the first to speak up. "She does have the lead we need,"
"But she's unhinged," Artem cuts in. "She might cause chaos."
"I mean as long as Vyn keeps her calm I think she could give us some useful information,"
"Why can't you just ask her?" Luke asks.
Vyn sighs. "I can't force anything out of her unless she says it herself."
"Is it in the contract?" Marius raises a brow.
"Yes."
"Then just let her join," Marius shrugs. "It's always so serious in here, having someone unhinged might crack some jokes every now and the...n?"
The other three glare at him.
"Well I think we can try meeting her in my office once to see if it works," Rosa pipes up.
"I..."
"Let's meet her in her psych ward," Vyn sighs. "I don't want her to trash your place."
Which brought us to today.
"Vynnie!" Thye grin. "You brought your friends!"
"They're associates," Vyn sighs. "Y/n meet MC, Luke, Artem, and Marius."
"That's second gen richie, law boi, and bestie," You point at Marius, Artem and MC. "That last one looks like a golden retriever."
The four look at Vyn and he sighs.
"Y/n they're here to discover more about the drug you took when young. Apparently it stops brain growth and has depressive side effects."
"OOOh is that why I tried to kill myself with a plastic cup last time?"
"She did whAT-?"
"Perhaps. It could also explain why you're my patient." Vyn smiles.
"That's right! Vynnie only takes the worst of the worst! ...You have really bad taste Vynnie. I'd rather be with the mentally stable," they shrug.
"Ah so Y/n?"
"Yes bestie?"
MC flushes a soft pink. "Do you remember much about the drug you used to take?"
"Uh so I think the tablets were pink at first, and then they successfully changed it to white... I could recreate it for you if you want? But only for you bestie, Vynnie is too mean." They pout.
Vyn sighs and the other three turn to look at him.
"re...create it?"
"Well they recruited me as a scientist first so I know the basic components of the drug but then they locked me up to force the medicine down my throat. It tasted ok but I think I lost control each time I had some-" They mumble. "Oh and of course I ran away and then some random man caught me and sent me to Vynnie's. He wasn't that bad though, he fed me some good food-"
"Wait wait," Vyn steps forward. "You know the components of the drug?"
"It tasted like the medicine you fed me the other day Vynnie," They grumble. "I also remember that the lab had really pretty water next to it. I think I ran down a hill to escape them."
The five look at each other and then MC speaks up.
"Y/n,"
"Yes bestie?"
"If we let you come with us, will you help us gather information?"
Artem frowns and you catch it.
"Law boi doesn't seem very happy about me coming along."
"Your mind works incredibly but the drug seems to have limited you." Vyn steps up. "I'll give you a nice room to live in."
"Idk Vynnie, sounds like bribery to me," They shrug.
"I'll bake for you-"
"Sold." they're glowing.
'... that easy?' they all sweat at your quick response.
"So all I have to do is gather information right?"
"We need to find out where the village is-"
"Up on a hill. Really tasty fish... uh crystal clear water and then I think I bumped into a crashed car on my way down the hill." You mumble. "I think the place started with O-"
"Opaline Village." Luke speaks up. "Is that it?"
"I think so~" you smile. "So Vynnie... when do I get to move out?"
"If you behave well the next three days I can get you out by the end of the week."
Your eyes glimmer.
You're an incredible actress, and an even better hacker apparently. Luke gave you three lessons on basic hacking and you broke into the Pax firewall quicker than he could.
"Ok so what now?"
"Can you get the locked files?"
"These?"
You even printed them out.
The group could only call you an unhinged genius from that point on.
"Your codename will be Flora."
"Wow you really named me after a drug huh Vynnie-" That earned you a smack in the head.
"King I can you order takeout?"
"Not to here-"
"Then to somewhere nearby! I'm hungry!" You reach for the knife in your drawer.
"ADJUCATOR!" Marius calls before you can end him.
Vyn shoves a pastry into your mouth and you continue working.
"We're heading to Opaline village today," MC and Luke tell you.
"Samples are in the third drawer in the fourth room after you turn left bestie~!" You sing.
What the hell?
"Vynnie what's for dinner,"
"What would you like?"
"Revenge," You blink.
"Rosa's working on that." He hums. "Food wise?"
"You-"
"I'm not edible," He deadpans.
"No but your-"
"I'll order pizza," Marius groans. You had been pulling all nighters in the office to crack down the firewall to the other files.
"Artie can you grab me a coffee on your way here?" You're on the phone with Artem now.
Vyn snatches the phone and sighs. "Don't get them any. They've been awake for nearly 72 hours now. I want them to crash asleep before they crash dead,"
"AWW VYNNIE CARES FOR ME!!!" You grin cheekily.
Artem brought you hot tea instead.
Then MC and Luke came back. You stood with the others as they watched MC get kissed by Huey. The child then ran up to you and hugged you.
"Thank you for teaching me how to break the firewall..."
The other five turned to you in shock.
"Love you Huey. Remember not to hack anyone unless you absolutely have to," You kissed him on the forehead. "Be good in school alright?"
"Okay..." He smiles.
Since when were you good with kids??
"So uh... we found the files," MC handed you papers and you grinned.
"My medical notes!"
What kind of Harley Quinn shit is this?
"So... what kind of abuse did they exactly go through?" Vyn stands next to MC as they watch you fight Marius.
"The files we read said that apparently at first they were fed the drug inside of their meal. Eventually they were locked up in a prison cell and turned into a complete test subject. They skipped three meals before they ran away." MC mumbles. "It's really sad."
Luke pulls you off of Marius and Artem hands you your morning coffee.
"Only you're dependable out of you all Artie..." You sigh blissfully after a sip. "Only you..."
Vyn's eyebrow twitches at the comment. MC can only look in amusement.
"Y/n you need to take a break." Vyn sighs.
"I get a break when I get revenge on that bitch who started drugging my food," You hiss.
"Even if I bake?"
"Depends what it is," You continue clicking, and you're focused.
"Then..." Vyn can't get himself to say it.
"Let's bet then," You mumble. "I break the firewall in the next hour you go on a date with me, if I don't then you can drag me to bed."
Vyn sighs. "Deal." He was really powerless compared to you.
Sure enough in 30 minutes, a cheer erupted in the headquarters. It sounded like your voice with Luke's.
"WE BROKE IN WE BROKE IN RAVEN WE BROKE IN!!!!" You screamed, your voice was hoarse from the lack of water.
The two of you are in an embrace, and Vyn's eyebrows twitch again.
"The all nighters..." Luke cries. "We did it..."
"VYNNIE YOU OWE ME A DATE!" You cried.
Vyn can only sigh. "When would you like to go out?"
You stand up, and you make your way to him.
"When I wake up." You proceed to crash dead onto the bed next to him. The NXX team then panicked for the next ten minutes because Marius thought you stopped breathing.
You slept for three days.
The NXX thought you died. Then you woke up and acted as though you didn't just die for 3 days.
"Good morning bestie," You're back on your computer again.
"Y/n you shouldn't be back on your computer after dropping dead for three days." MC panics. "Besides, Y/n you're going on a date today with Vyn right?"
"Yeah," You yawn.
"Do you want to dress up?" You strut to your closet.
"Oh look," You throw your closet door open. Lingerie and t-shirts and shorts. "Ah here's a decent outfit."
You toss together some clothes, and MC smiles. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?"
"Sure. Thank you MC," You smile.
The epitome of gender envy. Damn bestie you looked hot.
Vyn arrives a couple minutes after you finish getting ready.
"Vynnie!"
"It's... been a while since I've seen you dressed up," Vyn smiles. "Shall we go?"
You grin as he leads you to his car.
"What would you like to do?" Vyn peers at you.
"Can we bake at your place?" you fumble in your seat.
"Sure," He smiles. "What would you like to make?"
"Macarons?"
"Those are pretty hard Y/n... you sure?" He raises a brow at you.
"If I can hack a firewall then I can bake macarons." you grinned.
So turns out that was a lie.
"Vynnie ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ " You whined. "Help me!"
"You didn't beat the egg whites enough," Vyn grabs the bowl from your arms and you rest your head on your palm.
"Vynnie the male wife..." You peered at him. "Vynnie would you marry me-?"
Clang
Vyn's caught off guard and drops the metal bowl. His glasses slide down slightly, and his lips are parted in shock.
"Sorry Vynnie," You reach over the counter to help him fix his glasses, and you beat the egg whites yourself. "Must've scared you out of your mind."
"No no," Vyn regains his composure and smiles.
"Dedication is hard," You mumble. "People change after time, and changes vary from person to person... betrayal plagues a person, and people that you once loved no longer love you back. Which is why Vynnie doesn't want to date right?"
Vyn pauses, and you hum in satisfaction.
"Ooh the egg whites are stiff." You turn the bowl upside down on top of your head and grin. "Shall we mix the two together?"
"Let me," Vyn folds the mixture in, and you hum. "Vynnie do you like MC?"
Vyn nearly drops the bowl again. He just couldn't get a break from your remarks. "Why are you asking?"
"When you came to pick me up your pulse was quicker than usual." You mumble. "Then when we got in the car and out of MC's sight your pulse slowed"
Vyn stops to stare at you now. "Is that why you were holding my wrist?"
"Luke taught me," You mumble. "To read people better."
"Unfortunately your hypothesis is wrong," Vyn smiles. "My heart did not quicken because of MC."
"Huh," You mumble.
"Could you help me put the batter in the piping bag?"
"Sure," You open a piping bag, and you open it for him to put the batter in. "Can I do the piping?"
"Sure," Vyn finishes filling in the bag, and you pipe the batter onto the tray.
"Vynnie why did your heartbeat go up then?"
Vyn stares at you. "Because I got to see you dressed up,"
You stumble and nearly mess up on a macaron shell.
"Vynnie teasing me isn't funny," You pout. Vyn smiles as he rests his cheek on his hand.
"But I was being honest," He beams at you.
"Vynnie!"
"Alright two hours"
"DON'T JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT-"
"Siri please set a two hour timer-"
"VYNNIE!!!"
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Alright so in Minecraft milk clears potion effects, so what if maybe Sapnap was a tiny for most of his life and drank a potion which made him human sized and he made some friends, and one day somehow (my brain is empty) uh they end up drinking milk and shrink and their friends (Dream and George) are just freaking out.
Okay, so I ended up turning this into a full-blown AU (unofficially dubbed the “potionshifter Sapnap au”, or “potionnap” for short) which is why this took so long for me to post lol hope it was worth the wait! 
There will probably be three chapters for this, maybe four if I decide to write an epilogue-type thing. I have no idea how long it’ll take me to write the next chapters; they’re lower on the priority list.
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The Blur of Both (Potionnap, part 1)
Warnings for fear, thoughts about death and injury
Word count: 6,068
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Sapnap knows that if he thought before he acted, fewer things would go wrong. Although to be fair, he does try to think about the important things. . .like his true size, or how his friends might react to his true size, or how to make sure his friends don't discover his true size.
He doesn't. . .he's pretty sure they wouldn't hurt him. Right? They're his friends, after all. Sure, Dream's overly suspicious of everything and he's horribly overprotective of the two of them and he tends to stab first and ask questions later when he thinks there's danger. Sure, George and Sapnap frequently argue with each other. But that doesn't mean they'd hurt him if they figured out he wasn't a human like they are, right? After all, they get along just fine with Bad.
Yeah, well, Bad hasn't exactly been keeping his nonhuman nature a secret, Sapnap's brain points out. Bad hasn't been hiding behind potions for years and lying about who he really is. He hasn't been practically taking advantage of his friends' human nature to get easy food and supplies.
No. It doesn't matter because they aren't going to find out. Maybe one day he'll tell them on his own terms to prevent an accidental freak out in the future, but as far as he's concerned, this secret of his should stay a secret. And besides, he spends so much time human-sized nowadays that it almost feels weird to shrink down small sometimes.
Revealing himself to them is just too risky and too terrifying to consider, and honestly, he doesn't really need to tell them, right? It's not like they'll find out. He's careful and he's never run out of potions before.
He always makes sure to have plenty of potions premade and hidden all around the SMP. Some of them are in tiny potion bottles, small enough that he'd struggle a bit to pick them up when he's human-sized, while others are meant to be for him to drink when human-sized in case he's getting close to the end of the twenty-four hours and doesn't want to risk accidentally shrinking. 
He's very careful. He dyes the potions to make them look like mundane potions or other useless ones so that no one else will be tempted to drink them if they found any of his stashes. He keeps potions wherever he visits frequently and he often keeps one on himself as well, just in case. He might be reckless in most other parts of his life, but not with this. Never with this.
He's not a human or a hybrid. Just like Bad, his lives work differently than everyone else's on the SMP do. But while Bad has infinite lives--his life force is tied to Skeppy's, so he can die as much as he wants as long as Skeppy's still alive--Sapnap has one.
He can respawn just like everyone else, although it takes a larger toll on him than it does on the humans. He can fight mobs and even other humans without fear, as long as the other humans aren't trying to permanently kill him. It's the intent behind the kill that matters. If they continue to attack even when their opponent is fatally wounded, or if they kill in a single blow, the magic that allows respawns doesn't have time to prepare the body for death and it leaves them with permanent damage when they respawn. Everyone on the server has learned that most people can only survive this a couple of times before they just can't respawn anymore.
Sapnap knows that at his true size, most attacks could kill him in one hit. Most attacks could take his only life away. And since his friends all think that he has three lives like everyone else, they might kill him out of anger because they'd assume he'd just come right back. 
None of this matters, though, because they're never going to find out about his size unless it's on his own terms. He can deal with the side effects of the potions and spending his whole life at the wrong size, as long as he doesn't lose his friends.
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Sapnap starts every day by drinking a potion, and today is no exception. If Dream and George have noticed this habit of his, they've never said anything, probably assuming that he's just drinking water or something. This morning, however, he was in the middle of drinking his potion when George burst into the room and let out a painfully loud screech.
"What the shit?" Sapnap blurts out, fumbling the potion and nearly dropping it onto the floor. George just starts laughing. "What is wrong with you?"
"I thought you were still asleep," George admits, shifting his weight side to side as he stands in the doorframe. "We're getting cocoa beans, come on, get your pants on."
Sapnap groans and rubs at his eyes before drinking the last sip of his potion and tossing the empty bottle onto his bed. "Just- give me a fuckin' second, George. Cocoa beans? Huh? I just woke up and now I'm probably gonna have a headache thanks to you."
"Cocoa beans," George repeats. "Let's go."
Sapnap considers grabbing the potion bottle and throwing it at George, but even he knows better than to risk facing Dream's wrath this early in the morning, so he just sighs and follows George to the door.
"Pants," George reminds him, the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he watches Sapnap sleepily fumble with the door handle. Sapnap huffs and turns around, throwing open a random chest and grabbing some shittily-dyed leather pants to put on. Based on the size, they're probably Dream's, and George starts giggling as Sapnap struggles to put them on.
"What the hell are we doing, looking for cocoa beans at-" Sapnap squints at the cracked clock hanging over the door. "-what is it, an hour after sunrise? I didn't know you physically could wake up this early, George."
George rolls his eyes. "Shut up, idiot. You're the one not wearing pants."
"Actually, I am now." Sapnap flips George off and walks past him, shoulder-checking the shorter (hah! Even after all this time, it still feels weird to be able to say that he's taller than someone) man as he heads out the door. "Guess that makes you the idiot, then."
George punches him in the ribs; Sapnap spits out threats and pulls out his axe before chasing after him, but he's still waking up and George is able to keep ahead of him. Eventually Sapnap gives up and just sits down by the river for a moment.
He feels dizzy, a bit nauseous. Maybe even sore. Probably from drinking his potion so quickly.
"Don't you fucking dare push me in, George," he growls when he hears footsteps approaching him from behind.
"Not George," Dream murmurs; Sapnap can hear the smile in his voice. "Although I did see him running around like a headless chicken a few minutes ago. He told me you were trying to kill him and tried to convince me to interfere, so I don't think he's realized that you stopped chasing him yet."
"Good." Sapnap lies back down and stares up at the sky, letting out a grunt. Yep, definitely sore. Dream leans over and stares down at him, wearing that stupid smiling mask and nudging Sapnap with a Netherite boot.
"You didn't even put on any armor," Dream points out, pushing his mask up to reveal his frown. "Someone could easily kill you, y'know."
"Who would?" Sapnap asks, swallowing down his instinctive nerves at the feeling of being loomed over. "I'm not exactly an easy target, even without the armor, and I'm pretty sure no one hates me enough to actually kill me."
Dream raises an eyebrow. "Well, I mean, I could. Or George, I guess, if he actually stopped to think for a moment."
Sapnap lets out a loud cackle. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. You'd do whatever your precious Gogy-Wogy asked you to, which is why you leap in to defend him every time I fight him, even if he started it. All he has to do is beg for his Dweam to-"
Dream pulls out his axe and rests the blade against Sapnap's exposed throat; Sapnap just pushes it away, not caring that he cuts his fingers on the enchanted Netherite blade in the process. "I do not, Sap. Prime, you're such an idiot sometimes."
Sapnap just grins up at him, and after a moment, Dream lets out a quiet wheeze and puts his axe away before sitting down on the riverbank next to him.
"You've been acting. . .off, lately," Dream eventually says, voice quiet. Sapnap sits upright to make eye contact with him, tense at first but relaxing slightly when he only sees concern in Dream's eyes, not suspicion. "What's going on?"
"Uh. . ." Sapnap blinks at him, trying to figure out what Dream could be referring to. "Nothing?"
Dream sighs. "Sap, if you're upset with us or if we did something wrong you can just tell us, you know? We'll listen."
"I don't. . .what?" Sapnap frowns, wondering why the hell Dream's asking him about this. I haven't been doing anything differently? "I genuinely don't know why you're saying this."
Dream leans back, squinting at him. "Um, you know, the fact that you've been avoiding us recently? That you're all nervous for some reason? And your random week-long journey that you never bothered to fucking explain to either of us? Any of those ring a bell?"
Oh. Oh.
"I told you, I was getting potion ingredients," Sapnap mutters. "That's what I'm always doing when I head out. And I brought back a bunch, didn't I?"
That Nether trip had been. . .rough. There had been a huge swarm of blaze that ended up trapping him in part of the fortress, and when he was collecting Wither skulls he got several serious injuries in the process. He'd dug a hole and hidden for a while, and eventually he was able to get everything he'd needed, but he'd only brought enough potions for five days. While he was making his way back home, his last potion wore off and it took him two days to make a journey that should've taken less than a few hours. He was pounced on and nearly fucking eaten by a spider in the process, and he only survived because Ant happened to be there and chose to kill the spider.
Sapnap knows just how lucky he had gotten. If Ant had showed up a minute later, Sapnap could've died. If Ant had seen him--and to be honest, Sapnap has no clue how he managed to keep from being spotted by the cat hybrid--he has no idea what would've happened. He and Ant get along okay, but. . .Sapnap did kill his pet bear, although to be fair Ant was at least partially responsible for killing his panda. It would've been entirely reasonable for Ant to take advantage of his weakened state and kill him.
He'd spent the rest of that night hiding inside a rotting log, still shivering even though Ant's quiet footsteps had long since faded away. It took nearly a whole day for him to find a potion after that, and he'd eagerly grown back to human size and hurried to return home.
It had been a terrifying experience, one of the closest calls he's had while tiny in a while. Now that he's thinking about it. . .yeah, he's pretty sure Dream's right, he has been acting a bit more withdrawn and jumpy around them since then.
Dream narrows his eyes. "Sap, you-"
"Listen," Sapnap interrupts, gesturing randomly with his hands until Dream falls silent. "It just. . .it didn't go well, okay? Thought I was gonna die. It spooked me a bit, that's all. But I'm all good now, aren't I?"
It takes a long moment before Dream stops squinting at him. ". . .oh, right, I forget you haven't lost a life before."
"Neither have you," Sapnap points out. 
"I know, I know. But I'm familiar with the feeling, y'know, being Admin and all. I've ended up in the void quite a few times, even though I got out before it was too late." Dream gives him a sheepish grin. "From what I've heard, that's about as close as you can get to the sensation of losing a life. So it scared you pretty bad, then?"
"Didn't scare me," Sapnap mutters, looking away. "Just. . .unnerved me a bit, is all."
Between one second and the next he's suddenly pinned to the ground, a boot on his chest and an axe blade at his throat. His breath catches for a moment as he waits for Dream to crush him before he remembers that he's too big for that to happen.
Dream grins down at him. "Well, that scared you."
"Shut up," Sapnap hisses, kicking out blindly at Dream's legs. His leather-clad foot skids against Dream's Netherite leggings without even making him flinch. "Prime, why do you always jump straight to using your axe on people?"
"Well, it got you to listen to me, didn't it?" Dream moves his axe away, then offers a hand to Sapnap, who brushes it off and stands up on his own. "Listen, just. . .talk to us, maybe. Quit hiding away. We're on your side, you know."
Hopefully, that's never gonna change.
Before Sapnap has a chance to respond, an arrow flies over his head and splashes uselessly into the river behind him. Sapnap slowly turns to see George scowling at the two of them, making direct eye contact with Sapnap before gesturing for him to come over, NOW.
"Ohhh, you're in trouble~" Dream teases, voice all sing-song as he holds back laughter. "Better get over there before he gets too upset."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you," Sapnap grumbles as he walks past Dream. The taller man sputters before smacking the back of Sapnap's head with a hand, making him wince. "Ouch, fuck, okay."
Sapnap walks over to George, rolling his eyes when he sees how impatient and grumpy his friend looks. "Hey, it's your fault for punching me."
George huffs. "You're such an idiot. You didn't have to try and kill me for that, you know."
"I wasn't gonna kill you," Sapnap mutters, twirling his axe one last time before storing it in his inventory again. "I just wanted to stab you a few times, that's all."
"I hate you." George tosses a piece of paper in Sapnap's direction; he fumbles, barely managing to catch it, and when he unfolds it he realizes it's a map. "We're heading to the jungle."
"What, why?" Sapnap struggles to keep from whining; his legs are sore and he just woke up, shut up, he has the right to complain. "Why are we getting cocoa beans from all the way over there, and why do you need my help? Have Dream do it, you know he would if you asked him to."
"This is meant to be a surprise for him, actually." George takes the map back, tucking it away in his inventory. "I wanted to make him something. I figured I'd bring you along to help since you have nothing better to do."
Sapnap sighs. "Why couldn't you have just stolen some from Eret or something?"
"Because they would've asked why I needed the beans," George explains, rolling his eyes like it's an obvious answer. "And that could lead to Dream figuring out what I'm planning, which would spoil the surprise, obviously."
"You- fine, you know what? Whatever." Sapnap takes the lead, grinning when George complains. "We'll get your stupid cocoa beans, and then I'll help you make the thing so you don't burn down the whole SMP."
George lets out an offended squawk. "I'm not that bad of a cook; if anything, you're worse! Just for that, you're gonna have to help me taste test it."
"If you feed me poison, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you," Sapnap grumbles, no real bite to his words.
George smirks. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have to use poison to do it."
The rest of their "adventure" goes like this; George teases Sapnap, he escalates the situation, they nearly fight before they remember they have a job to do. It takes them twice as long as it should have and Sapnap enjoys every minute of it, no matter how much he pretends to hate George's company.
George is so fucking annoying and he constantly tries to get Sapnap killed and he acts super irritating when Dream's around. He's also a genuinely caring friend when it comes down to it, no matter how much he pretends otherwise, and he's great at figuring out how to defuse situations and calm panicking people down.
Sapnap wouldn't trade him for the world. He just has to hope George feels the same way, if things ever go poorly.
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"Okay, so what the hell are we actually making?" Sapnap finally asks, kicking a log over onto its side to use as a bench. George sits down next to him, taking the cocoa beans from his hands and turning it into cocoa powder after passing it through his inventory. "You wouldn't go through all this trouble just to make some cookies."
"I'm inventing something new," George announces, which makes Sapnap tense up because that is rarely a good thing. George's inventions are. . .well, they can be clever, but they also tend to be dangerous.
George scoffs when he gets a good look at Sapnap's face. "Relax, silly, you look like I just threatened to stab you or something."
"If you're cooking anything without a recipe, I am not getting involved in this," Sapnap warns, crossing his arms. George just stands up and kicks him in the leg before moving away.
"It's simple, doesn't even count as cooking. Hold on, let me grab something real quick." With that, he walks off, disappearing into the community house. Sapnap rolls his eyes and stares at the sky and wonders why he's still friends with this asshole.
Probably because being alone would get you killed and you'd been stealing from them for weeks already. Adding lying to the mix was simple.
Sapnap frowns, staring down at his weakly trembling hands. He. . .no, he didn't become friends with them just to use them. Yes, he chose to approach them first because they were the people he stole from the most, which meant that he was more familiar with them. But he chose to stay with them because he liked spending time with them and because they liked spending time with him. It has nothing to do with them being easy to steal from.
. . .George has a bad habit of collecting random things and leaving them lying around, easy to take without him noticing. And Dream is a reckless tryhard who takes on dangerous mobs and brings home more resources than he can use, valuable ones that Sapnap can easily find uses for.
Shut up, my friendship with them has nothing to do with that. I care about them and they care about me. It's simple.
He's interrupted from his thoughts when George finally returns, holding a bucket. He sets it on top of the fire, letting it start to warm up, and Sapnap squints when he realizes that it's filled with milk.
". . .what's that for?" Sapnap asks, feeling like he should be wary even though he's too tired to figure out exactly why he's unnerved by a single bucket of milk. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"So, you know how Dream doesn't like the coffee stuff that Wilbur invented?" George asks; Sapnap nods. Dream's dislike (honestly, it's more of a hatred) for the bitter liquid had made itself obvious the second George and Sapnap started drinking it. It had gotten to the point where Dream completely banned them from making or drinking it in the house, because apparently even the smell alone is strong enough to make him gag. "Well, I'm trying to come up with a substitute so that he can have something fun to drink too."
Sapnap blinks. "Oh. That's. . .actually surprisingly nice of you."
George frowns at him. "I can be nice if I want."
"You can be nice to Dream, you mean," Sapnap mutters. George throws a stick at him, making him yelp. "Hey! You're just proving my point!"
"Maybe you're the one who needs to be nicer." George sticks his tongue out at Sapnap. "Now c'mon, help me taste test this."
"What exactly is it?" Sapnap asks, leaning a bit closer to the fire. When George gestures to the bucket, Sapnap picks it up and dumps the cocoa powder in, following George's instructions. ". . .warm cocoa milk?"
"I made something like it once but didn't use enough cocoa." George steals the bucket from Sapnap, blowing on it before taking a small sip. "Oh, yeah, this is much better. I think he'll like this. A yummy warm drink in the mornings that doesn't have quite as strong of a flavor."
George passes it over to him; Sapnap takes a sip without hesitation, frowning slightly at the taste of milk. Wait, doesn't-
"Is it not good?" George asks, pouting slightly. "Too much cocoa? Or are you just being annoying?"
"What? Oh, no, I think it's yummy. He'll probably like it." Sapnap takes several more big sips to prove that it's good, because it is. He's just not used to the taste of milk anymore because he never drinks it, since-
Oh SHIT.
Sapnap's grip slips on the bucket and he nearly drops it; he passes it over to George, fingers trembling as he tries to control his fear and force it down. Based on the look George gives him, he isn't very successful. 
Milk cancels out potion effects. I- I-
"Sapnap?" George asks, raising an eyebrow at him, looking horribly confused and a bit concerned. "Are you. . .okay?"
"Yep," Sapnap croaks, swallowing down his panic. He's trembling slightly and it's not just because he's scared. I didn't drink enough to instantly cancel out the strong potion, I guess, but the milk's still taking effect. Oh FUCK, how much time do I have?
I can't believe I did that. This is so STUPID. I was just too tired to think about it.
"I am, I am." Sapnap quickly nods, glancing over at the community house for a second, but there's no sign of Dream. It's good because it means he might have less of a chance of being killed, but it's bad because there's no one around to distract George. "I, uh, actually. . .I wonder if there's anything else we can add? Do you have anything else in your bag?"
George squints at him for a long moment, clearly suspicious. Sapnap shows off his empty hands. "Not gonna stab you in the back, Gogy, if that's what you're worried about. I might check out the community house, actually, see what I can find. . ."
George lets out an impatient huff but eventually nods, turning away. Sapnap hops to his feet, shaking his arms out as he tries to get rid of the annoying buzz of his skin when the potion starts to fade away.
I'm not going to be able to make it to the house in time.
He hesitates, taking another step in that direction; the only warning he gets is the feeling of the enchantment sliding off his skin before his size is suddenly yanked away from him. It's more jarring than when the potion runs out naturally and Sapnap just stands in place for a moment, completely disorientated. 
He snaps out of his stillness fast the second he hears the sound of giant footsteps behind him, throwing himself to the side and practically flattening himself against the log he'd been sitting on just a minute ago.
Did George see me? Did he notice I shrunk?
It doesn't seem like it. Sapnap can't see George but he can hear the human moving around, grass flattening underneath his diamond boots. There's no startled exclamation or immediate lunge in Sapnap's direction, so he just stays perfectly still by the log in the hopes that George won't move into sight and look down.
He watches the weakly flickering fire, wincing when George steps on a twig that snaps even more loudly than the crackling flames. He can hear the difference in the footsteps when George moves from the grass onto the bridge, the human eventually letting out a low hum.
"Sapnap?" George asks, sounding confused and even a little bit annoyed. "Where'd you go?"
Sapnap shudders, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut because he needs to pay attention. If George spots him, one blink could be the difference between escaping and being crushed.
"This isn't funny," George eventually mutters, boots tapping on the wooden bridge before returning to the grass. "There's no way he got inside the community house that quickly. . . Sapnap, I swear by Prime, if you're pranking me I'm putting an arrow through your brain."
He's a good enough shot that he could probably hit me with an arrow even at this size.
Silence for a few seconds. George mutters a curse under his breath, coming back over, and Sapnap loses the ability to breathe when George finally steps into view.
The human is terrifying. Sapnap's never been this close to a human before (well, not while small, at least) and he's especially never been anywhere near this close to one without a wall or something else keeping him safe. Right now? There's nothing between him and George; his survival depends solely on George not glancing his way.
Sapnap forces himself to try and keep still, crouched next to the log and doing his best to blend in, thankful that he's only wearing his black shirt and not the white one he often wears on top of it. George looks around, clearly trying to spot him, but George is searching for a human-sized Sapnap so he doesn't seem to even consider looking at the ground. 
"I fucking hate him," George grumbles, gathering up the supplies and tucking them away in his inventory. Once he's done, he sucks in a deep breath. "Dream? Hey, Dream!"
No, no, no-
One human is bad enough. Two would be many times worse, and not just because Dream is probably one of the most dangerous people on the server. Two humans means he can be spotted much more easily, means he can be cornered, means he can be trapped. And being trapped would almost certainly lead to his death.
Dream's footsteps hurry across the wooden bridge as he runs over--yeah, George, thanks for worrying him, that's just great--and Sapnap has to clamp his hands over his mouth to muffle his yelp when Dream fucking jumps the log, Netherite boots slamming against the dirt dangerously close to Sapnap. 
If he reached out with a hand, he could probably touch Dream’s shimmering armor without even having to lean to the side. 
"What's wrong?" Dream blurts out, axe drawn. Normally, this would make Sapnap feel protected. Normally, having Dream this close would make Sapnap feel safe. But right now? All he wants is for Dream to leave.
George huffs, probably rolling his eyes. "Calm down, Dream, I'm fine. Did Sapnap go inside the community house?"
". . .no?" Dream shifts his weight side to side as he thinks for a moment. Sapnap fights the urge to scramble away from Dream's boots, knowing that it would only take one clumsy step on Dream's part for him to be killed. "At least, I didn't see him in there. Why?"
"He's being an idiot or something, he just ran off." George turns away, gathering up his supplies. "He said he'd help me with this."
"I can help," Dream offers, walking over to George. Sapnap practically goes limp with relief, slumping against the log the moment Dream moves away from him. "What-"
"No you can't," George blurts out, before clamping his mouth shut and forcing the empty bucket into his inventory. "I mean- I've got it. Go back to organizing those dumb chests or whatever you were doing."
The two of them start bickering like they always do, Dream leaning into George's space and probably grinning behind his mask as George alternates between trying to ignore him and trying to piss him off. Normally it's annoying but highly entertaining to watch, but Sapnap's unable to focus on the words, trying to keep his breathing steady as his ears fill with static.
If Dream had stepped on him, would the human have even noticed?
And. . .and if he had, would he have even cared?
Sapnap's legs give out and he sits down before he can actually collapse, huddled up against the log, still too scared to try and get away in case either one of the humans happens to glance his way. 
If Dream had accidentally stepped on him just then, Sapnap isn't even sure if the human would have felt it through his boots. He might've just assumed he'd stepped on a stick or something and not think twice about it. And then when the message [Sapnap was squashed by Dream] popped up in the chat. . .would Dream quickly guess what happened? Or would it take him longer to realize?
Would he look around and search until he found Sapnap's body? Or would he assume that the message was an error and go to Sapnap's bed to wait for him to respawn? And if he found Sapnap's body and recognized it. . .
Stop, no, don't think about this, you're wasting time, you need to GO.
Sapnap lets out a shaky breath, taking a hesitant step to the side. The humans, still playfully arguing with each other as Dream uselessly tries to gain access to George's inventory, don't even glance his way.
His instincts scream for him to freeze, go still, play dead. At the same time, everything in his body wants him to run run run get away HIDE. He's conflicted, which slows him down, which means that Dream glances his way when he's a few steps away from the bridge to the community house.
Even though Dream's face is hidden behind his mask, Sapnap knows he's been spotted because the human’s whole body stiffens, which allows George to finally wriggle free and elbow him a few times for good measure. Sapnap doesn't hesitate, doesn't wait for Dream to make the first move; the instant he's certain Dream's spotted him, he leaps.
He hits the water hard, the half-block fall feeling more like eight as he slams into the water and spits out a few bubbles when he starts to sink. He recovers quickly, kicking his legs as he swims under the bridge and tries to hide in the shadows.
He pops his head above the surface of the water, barely able to keep his frantic gasps for air quiet as he anxiously listens to Dream pacing along the bridge right over his head, the human's Netherite boots heavy and loud against the wooden planks.
"-you see that?" Dream is saying, sounding a bit breathless. He'd definitely lunged over here the second he'd spotted Sapnap, and it's easy to imagine the human wildly gesturing as he speaks. "There was something there."
"What, like a fish?" George asks, not sounding very impressed. He doesn't wait for Dream, instead continuing along the bridge as he heads inside. "Frogs aren't real, so don't try and convince me that you saw one. I still don't believe that story you told about eating one."
"Wha- George," Dream sputters, footsteps faltering. "I did see one, you-"
"You're an idiot." The door creaks as it swings open. "C'mon, help me find Sapnap so I can punch him."
"You mean so you can try and make me punch him," Dream grumbles, but his feet remain stubbornly planted on the bridge. Sapnap squints and can just barely see the edge of Dream's boot through the gaps in the planks over his head. "And I did see something! It was like a- a- a little guy!"
George goes still. Sapnap swears his heart stops beating in his chest.
"You mean, like, an axolotl?" George asks, but Sapnap can almost feel George's stare. "You're gonna have to be a bit more descriptive there, Dream."
"No, it was like- they were-" Dream must gesture a bit more with his hands, but he eventually mutters a curse. "Ugh, whatever. Let's just go find Sapnap."
"Ugh," George mimics before shrieking with startled laughter when Dream lunges for him. "Dream, holy shit, don't hit me!"
There's the scrape of metal against metal, a solid thunk as Dream must whack George's armor with his axe. George spits out a curse and darts inside the building, slamming the door shut. Dream easily forces it open and chases after him, calling out George's name in a sing-song voice as they both run up the stairs.
Once he's certain they're gone, Sapnap clumsily climbs out of the river, struggling to get a good handhold on the slick mud as he pulls himself up onto the riverbank. He wants nothing more than to flop across the wet grass and just lie there for a few minutes, but he forces himself to sprint for the nearest cover, knowing that he could be spotted again at any moment.
It takes him twenty minutes to find his nearest potion stash, and he spends that entire time soaking wet and shivering, ducking behind cover every time he hears footsteps along the Prime Path. Once he gets ahold of a potion, he eagerly chugs it, glad to finally be back to his-
Well. His human size isn't his true size, but. . .if he's being honest, he feels more comfortable inside this false skin than he does at the size he was born at. He hates feeling weak and scared like he does when tiny, hates feeling like he can't trust any of his friends. When he's human sized? It just feels right.
He's not going to mess up like this again. It was too close, too dangerous. And now Dream's possibly suspicious, which is bad.
Dream. . .he's probably the worst person to have noticed Sapnap, out of all of his friends. George would be curious and determined to make someone else believe him, but he probably wouldn't actually spend much time searching for Sapnap. Bad would be good at tracking Sapnap down but Sapnap would probably be able to easily deter him by leaving a note asking to be left alone or something. Dream, on the other hand, is like a stubborn dog with a bone; even if he doesn't actively search for Sapnap, he's going to keep an eye out for signs of him for weeks. It's going to screw everything up.
Sapnap heads over to the community house, able to hear George's shouting even from many blocks away. He's too stressed out to find any amusement in how scared George sounds of Dream even though the taller man would never actually hurt George.
I just have to lay low for a while. No shrinking, no risky ideas. I'll be careful. I've survived for years; one mistake won't mess things up.
Dream will forget. And even if he doesn't, he- he wouldn't hurt me. I'm his friend, even when I'm tiny.
Sapnap wishes it was actually possible for him to believe that.
He tosses the empty tiny potion bottle into the water, watching it slowly sink. A curious fish swims up to it and swallows it before darting away, disappearing underneath the community house.
Sapnap considers disappearing just like it did. Just slipping away and never returning. Never having to worry how his friends will react to killing him, never having to wonder what they'd do to him if they managed to catch him alive. 
He stares at the drifting clouds for a long moment before turning and finally entering the community house. It's not a difficult decision for him to make. He'll choose his friends first, no matter what, even if they might not do the same for him.
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I’m very happy with this! But I’m also sick and tired of looking at it lol so I apologize if there are any clumsy formatting errors I missed. Also the chapter name is pretty random and might change.
I love sizeshifters, lots of fun to explore. Thanks for reading! <3
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sylverstorms · 3 years
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Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity
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Three months, two days and seven hours.
That is how long you’ve been in Dimitrescu castle for. If rumor is to be believed, you are well on your way to setting the year’s record for longest living maid. Well. ‘Maid’, according to their perception. Your mind always automatically corrects it to something more fitting:
Prisoner.  
You did not choose to work for them. You did not choose to be in this godforsaken place, cleaning crimson stains off the floors, trying to convince yourself the wailing that sometimes reaches your ears is simply the wind. You never would have imagined your life’s end like this, serving wine –no, who are you kidding, it’s too crimson for that— to the Dimitrescus at dinner until one of them snaps and drives the nearest blade into your throat.
Probably Daniela.
It’s not unheard of. And stories of other maids’ murders are plenty.
Daniela has bitten one’s throat off for the crime of addressing her wrongly. Cassandra has left increasingly deep gashes, some of which resulted in deaths, for random offenses, like staring at her for too long. Bela, arguably the more merciful of the three, has snapped necks only when the staff disrespected her sisters’ names, or her mother’s.
You aren’t sure if you want to thank the older maids for this information or yell at them for the nightmares it has caused you. You are lucky to not be in the village, they say –everyone there must already be dead. You are even luckier to have been taken from the dungeon by the Lady herself. It means the daughters don’t know you and the castle is big enough that they may never spare you a glance.
You hadn’t believed it, at first.
Yet in the three months of your stay, you have never come across anyone other than Bela in the sections you were assigned to clean and polish. She passed you by the hallway like she did the decorations and the furniture –and you couldn’t be happier about it. You have caught scarce glimpses of Alcina Dimitrescu, too. Never the other two residents.
Not until the fateful day another maid disappears and the staff’s assigned posts change. You have no say in it and no power to object.
May as well keep my head down and continue to work as carefully as I have. That is the idea. Not to look too much, or think too much, or feel too much. Avoid mistakes because those in the castle are fatal.  
It is a little difficult to remain utterly calm when the sound of swarming insects comes from far behind you, though.
Your blood starts to kick in your veins. Your heart wants to jump out of your chest and make a run for it. You lock your muscles down and summon all the willpower you possess to stay focused on your task.
Please be Bela, please, please, be Bela—
The buzzing dies down. Steps approach you in the otherwise silent hallway. They are too light to be Bela’s. You’re probably screwed, you think, but you keep cleaning the surface in front of you until it’s practically a mirror with how it shines.
The steps halt too close to you for comfort. Out of the corner of your eye, you realize they’ve left bloody imprints on the floor you’ve been polishing for hours now. Dainty, pale fingers are wrapped loosely, almost lazily, around a sickle dripping crimson.    
“Never seen you around, before.” the sound of her voice makes you freeze.
You stop and turn— to face none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her hood is down, brunette waves on point, the dried blood at her chin a terrible contrast to her otherwise attractive face. You… didn’t know she was that pretty, up close.
“I… I have been here for three months. On the opposite wing.” you say. Was I even supposed to reply? You’ll find out soon enough, if your tongue is still attached to your body.
Her eyes give you a quick once-over. “Bela’s been keeping you a secret, huh.” she tsks. Her free hand goes to the handle of the door next to you… and only then do you realize it must be her bedroom. You’re literally assigned to clean the wolf’s den. “Come wake me up when the sun has set, completely.” she emphasizes.
What.
“Uh—”
The crimson-dyed sickle moves until its blade rests underneath your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet hers. From this angle, under the pale lighting of dawn, they look more –stunning— blue than inhuman gold. “No loud sounds. No lights. Got it?”
How can you not, when your life depends on it?
“Yes, my lady.” you reply. You don’t even dare draw breath.
“Good.” In one swift movement, the sickle is gone, the handle turned and she’s already shedding her robe.
You catch a glimpse of a black corset and a narrow waist before you avert your eyes.
The door shuts.
...
Waking Cassandra up can be… tricky, the other maids tell you.
She detests light when she opens her eyes but she also doesn’t want it to be pitch black. You’re not supposed to talk but you can’t shake her, either. Which brings you to the very logical question:
“What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”
To which they have no answer.
They have no answer, you realize with a start… because there’s nobody alive to tell the tale of how to actually wake the brunette sleeping beauty up without simultaneously signing their own death sentence.
The hours pass both too slow and too fast. The sun sets over the horizon.
And you stand, riddled with nerves, outside Cassandra’s room.
A deep inhale later, you turn the handle. The door is left half-open so a bit of light comes in from the hallway. Her bedroom smells like shampoo, bath salts and spices. She must have taken a shower before she went to sleep. You approach the figure tucked under the silken sheets of the queen-sized bed…
Cassandra is lying on her side, one hand underneath her pillow, the other extended loosely towards the edge of the mattress. She probably sleeps naked, at least from the waist up, but thankfully the covers are wrapped around her chest. Their royal red color makes a stark contrast against the paleness of her skin.
Her face is so… serene.
She is a monster and a sadistic killer, yet right there you can’t deny she looks more like a renaissance painting.
Now onto the hard part.
“My lady… the sun has set.” you whisper, kneeled on the floor beside her. No movement comes. “Hey… I’m here to wake you up?” you try again. Still nothing. Shakily, you bring your hand up to the bed. Not daring to touch her, you leave it beside hers, over the covers. “Cassandra?”
She turns her face deeper into her pillow –no, no, you don’t think it’s cute, what’s wrong with you— but at least she’s finally reacting. You call her name one more time.
Her nose scrunches up a little. Long fingers flex –and they touch yours. She’s cold. A pair of blueish ambers blink open to regard you. Not with malice, or with annoyance.
“Good evening.” you speak, unsure of what else to say.
A smirk slowly curves her lips. She looks like a lazy cat pondering whether or not it’s worth it to pounce and that’s not good. It’s not good, not ‘hot’ like your mind suggests. God, you’ve been in this castle so long you are starting to get messed up.
“Mm, breakfast in bed.” she grins and licks her lower lip sexily. Your eyes fly wide open, but her hand is already gripping the front of your black shirt, trapping you there.
How could you ever find this psycho attractive?! you get mad at yourself. Is she hot now that she’s going to kill you?  
But Cassandra only lets out an airy laugh and releases you. You fall backwards on your behind. “Breathe, darling, I’m joking.” She rolls onto her back and seems to wince from it. Her smile vanishes.
“…does… your back hurt?” you ask when you finally find your voice again.
“Ugh, a Lycan landed a hit on me. He’s pieces now, of course, but my muscles still pull.” she says it casually, like it’s a thing that happens.
Silence falls over the room. You take it as your cue to leave. You stand and bow while she’s looking blankly at the ceiling—
But she stops you.
“Wait. Come here.” you don’t like it when she gets that tone, like she came up with something she cannot wait to try. You’re already close to the bed, you’re not sure what she means. Until she pats the spot right next to her. “Don’t make me say it again.”
You won’t. You know what’s good for you.
Hesitantly, you take a seat on the –admittedly very comfortable— mattress. “Yes, lady?”
“Give me a massage.” she says like it’s your job, like she’s the rich woman in a spa and it’s what’s expected. She turns onto her front, bearing her naked back to you and you have less than five seconds to come to terms with the thought of straddling her.
Carefully, you bring your knees on either side of her thighs and pull the sheets so they rest low at her waist. You feel warmer than you should given the temperature of the castle. If she knows the fine teasing line she’s walking, she is loving every inch of it.
Cassandra loves being the center of attention and she loves being pampered, you realize.
It’s probably amusing to her to make you fluster, but this is also an opportunity for you to get on her good graces. She is a dangerous one and it’ll be a great asset for your survival if she’s leaning favorably towards you. Win-win situation. You just have to be good at your job. Like always.
By some miracle of God, you do know how to work the tension out of muscles.
The first time you touch her, you simply rest your hands on her back to warm it. She doesn’t seem to object, from the way lean muscle stretches out under your fingers. Cassandra feels cool, but not hard like marble. Her skin yields under your touch, soft and smooth.
As you apply more pressure to your stokes, she starts to let out little sighs that you have to mute in your mind before they start to affect you. You’ve been high-strung and without sex for too long. Your body all too eagerly intercepts this death-trap as foreplay.
Minutes roll by.
You alternate between all the methods you know. The one that really seems to get her is when you drive your thumb into the knots and end with a little circle.
Cassandra is –God help you— openly moaning every time you press more. It is a bit too much pressure you’re applying though and you don’t know if you’re hurting her and she’s just into it.
“Is this too much…?” you ask. Fuck, why do you sound so breathless?
“No, it’s good.” she husks back.
“Harder?” You don’t know what innocent means, anymore.
Cassandra sends that little smirk again over her shoulder. “Harder.” she replies and the extra flair she puts into it is enough to nearly fry your brain. And other parts of you.
You’re pretty sure you need a cold shower by the time you leave her room.
...
At diner, you hang back in the shadows, gaze downcast.
You do not need to know what the Dimitrescu family is eating, nor what they’re drinking. You do not need to see Cassandra or risk catching Daniela’s gaze. You love your anonymity in the castle. It has kept you alive.
But it is shattered like frail glass when you bring another bottle of Sanguis Virginis to the table. You’ve almost retreated back to your place, when Daniela’s eyes zero in on you.
“She’s the human!” she exclaims like she’s made the world’s most startling discovery. Bela seems to understand, but the Lady and Cassandra frown over their glasses.
“I am almost afraid to ask, love.” Lady Alcina says…
And she’s right.
“The one who made Cassandra go ‘harder’ and ‘yes, yes!’ earlier this evening.” she impersonates in her sluttiest voice and then breaks into a fit of cackles. Bela’s lip twists into a withheld chuckle.
Lady Dimitrescu nearly chokes on her wine.
Cassandra slaps the back of Daniela’s head. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Girls.” Alcina warns and glares until the table calms again.
Then, her eyes curiously fall upon you.
So much for your anonymity.
Ko-Fi
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saltyhyunjae · 3 years
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CHAPTER FOUR: YOU’RE NOT AN EASY MISSION
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genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, suicide and depression mention, a bit of abuse, sangyeon is lowkey very mean in this chapter.
word count: 2.2k
summary: y/n really goes through it.
chapter three
“Finally.” You look behind Hyunjae to see Sangyeon, Juyeon, Changmin and Eric walking towards you, Sangyeon looking like he is about to kill you. You’re dead. He grabs your wrist and rips you out of Hyunjae’s grip. He drags you all the way to the house, never loosening his grip. When you guys step inside, the rest is already there waiting in the living room.
Sangyeon let’s go of you and you touch your wrist that has turned red. He turns around and before anyone even gets to speak, you feel the palm of his hand across your cheek. He hit you. You hear some of the boys gasp as you start tearing up, your cheek burning. You’re done for.
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! WE SHOULD’VE KILLED YOU WHEN WE FIRST SAW YOU, BUT NO WE GAVE YOU A NICE ROOM AND WERE NOTHING BUT SWEET TO YOU. AND THIS YOUR REWARD?!” He yells as everyone just stares at the two of you.
“YOU WERE JUST GONNA REPORT US HUH? YOU WERE JUST PRETENDING TO CARE FOR US SO YOU COULD JUST BETRAY US WHEN WE LEAST EXPECTED IT, RIGHT?” His hand lifts up again and you flinch expecting another slap, but it never comes. You open your eyes to Hyunjae grabbing Sangyeon’s wrist, stopping him from slapping you. “Enough.”
Sangyeon takes a deep breath finally coming to his senses. He didn’t want to hit you, but as soon as they finally found you, he saw red. “Changmin, Eric, take her to the storage room.” He orders before walking away
When you enter the storage room, they close the door behind you. Jacob told you once before about how the storage room is the only room with a lock or cameras in the house. You sit down on the floor and finally breakdown, sobbing loudly.
When you’ve finally calmed down, you hear the lock and the door opens. It’s Jacob. He comes in with an emergency kit and gives you a faint smile. “I would ask if you’re okay but I already know the answer to that.” He tries to joke and you give him a small smile.
“Let’s see.” He gently grabs your jaw and starts cleaning up the wound on your cheek, the other one still red from the hit. You notice the bandage around his arm, around the place you stabbed him. “Sorry, I didn't know it was you.” You mutter looking down. “It’s okay, I understand.” He softly pats your shoulder.
When he’s done with your face he cleans up the wounds on your knee and elbows. You give him a barely audible ‘thank you’ and he leaves to get you blankets and a pillow. He tells you goodnight, once you two made up your ‘bed’ and as soon as he leaves you break down again, and so you cry yourself to sleep.
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Weeks go by and you’re back in your room again, which now has locks on the window and a camera. Jacob brings you your meals and the only time you go outside your room is when you go to the bathroom or when they have to take you with them on their missions. During the missions you just quietly stay put.
Ever since the day you tried to escape you haven’t spoken or even looked at the boys, besides jacob. They, except for Sangyeon, tried to speak to you a few times, but you just ignored them and they eventually gave up. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night and besides eating all you do is sleep and shower, just waiting for your days to be over.
You’re awake but your eyes are closed trying to get more sleep. Winter is coming and it’s starting to get colder. You’ve been here for about two months now. You put your blanket over your head and sigh.
Hyunjae knocks on your door slowly opening it. You look up expecting Jacob. You two make eye contact for a second before you look down again. He gives you your breakfast and you nod at him.
You expect him to leave, but he doesn’t, instead he sits next to you on your bed. He inspects you as you eat. You look exhausted, eyes puffy from crying all night. He feels his heart breaking looking at your state. He feels so helpless, he wants to do something but he knows that he can’t. He knows how stubborn Sangyeon is, he’ll never let you go.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters, you look up at him confused. “I’m sorry I got you into this situation.” He feels like it’s all his fault, he was the one that pleaded Sangyeon, who wanted to kill you at the store after they took everything, to just keep you as a maid. Usually he would be the one to propose the idea of killing a witness, but as soon as he laid eyes on you in the store, he felt something he has never felt before, something he can't describe.
You don’t know why but you feel tears coming up. You try to turn away but Hyunjae grabs you and pulls you in a hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and start crying as he rubs your back.
Hyunjae holds you close, his heart racing faster than he thought was possible. After you have finally calmed down, Hyunjae tells you to rest up and you sleep till Jacob gives you your dinner, returning to your usual schedule.
A week later not much has changed besides the fact that now both Jacob and Hyunjae also give you your meals. They’re the only ones you interact with making small talks when they drop by.
“What does your room look like?” You ask Jacob, who places your food beside you. “Want me to show it to you?” You nod excitedly and he laughs. “Eat up then i’ll show you.”
After you’re done eating, Jacob brings you to his room. When you enter his room you’re hit with the scent of vanilla and rose. Around his wall he has posters of movies and his bed is neatly made up, just like the rest of his room. “Wow, it's pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiles looking down with his hands in his pockets.
Jacob doesn’t know why but every time he’s around he gets a bit nervous and his heart starts beating faster. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this since you're their captive, but he can’t help it.
You look around some more while Jacob sits on the bed. You turn your head to the right and look at the ground, spotting a gun in the corner of his room. You decide to not point it out and go on with your mini tour.
After you and Jacob talk about random things for like an hour, you go back to your room. “It was nice seeing you get out of your room again. My room is always open for you to hang out!.” Jacob smiles and you thank him before he closes the door behind him.
A few days later you have another big mental breakdown again, the fifth of the month. You want to leave. You need to leave. But you can’t. Out of frustration you grab your hair. You can’t take it anymore. You needed to find a way out. But how?
You already tried to escape once it’s impossible to do that now. You needed to end this. Suddenly Jacob’s gun comes to your mind. You needed to end them. You started laughing. You were just gonna do it, you were going to kill infamous criminals The Boyz.
You spent the next couple of days trying to come up with a plan when Jacob one day mentions they were going to have a movie night later that day, he asked if you wanted to join them but you declined. After he left you couldn’t help but smile. Tonight is the night.
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“NO! No horror movies.” Eric tries to fight Changmin of him, earning a bite from the older one. Eric starts screaming and let’s go of the remote. Changmin grabs it and starts the movie. The tv is so loud they can’t hear any noises from outside the living room.
You walk into Jacob’s room about 20 minutes after the movie started, grabbing his gun. Thank god it’s loaded. You slowly walk downstairs and sneak into the kitchen, grabbing a big sharp knife. Before you enter the living room you take a deep breath preparing yourself. The boys are so into the movie they don’t notice you walking in, and thank god the lights are out too. You approach Sunwoo who is the closest to your reach. You point your knife at his neck and get ready to use it.
Sangyeon looks to his side and notices you behind Sunwoo, holding something in both of your hands. He gasps when he sees the knife and gun. “Sunwoo! Behind you!” The boys all jump up and the light goes on.
Changmin speeds to you and grabs you from behind. “Oh my God, Y/n, What the fuck.” Sunwoo breathes in shock. “Y/n! Put that down.” Hyunjae tries to stop you. You feel like you're going out of your mind. You start to laugh hysterically and then start to scream. “NO! let me go NOW!.” You laugh again. “Let me go or you guys are dying.”
“Y/n please.” Jacob tries. “I SAID LET ME GO!” You desperately try to wiggle out of Changmin's arms. You suddenly feel a tear running down your cheek. You didn’t even notice you were crying. “Y/n don’t be stupid put that dow-.” Sangyeon speaks up but you cut him off. “SHUT UP!” Anger starts racing in you, hearing his voice. “You’re the last one I wanna hear right now!” You start to see red as you break down in sobs.
“You guys are horrible. You guys are the reason I don't wanna live anymore. You guys ruined my life. YOU ALL RUINED ME. Either you guys are dying or it’s me!” “Y/n, nobody is dying tonight.” Hyunjae tries to slowly approach you.
“Oh no?” You give them a wicked smile. You notice Changmin’s grip on you loosened a bit giving you the opportunity to lift your hand that’s holding the gun. You point it up to your head. Changmin freezes up and Hyunjae’s eyes widen in fear. “Y/n!-”
Before you can pull the trigger, Juyeon knocks the gun out of your hand letting it fall onto the ground. You let out a loud scream before falling on your knees. You can’t stop your tears from falling and loud sobs from coming out of your mouth.
Both Jacob and Hyunjae run over to you and Hyunjae holds you close to his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He tries to shush you. You grasp onto his shirt and start to hyperventilate. Jacob kneels before you and runs his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down, while the rest of the boys just stand there in shock.
Hyunjae picks you up and carries you to your room. You finally calm down as he lays you down on the bed. You crawl between the sheets, your back facing him. Hyunjae stays quiet and strokes your hair as you fall asleep.
“I can’t believe she tried to kill me!” Sunwoo puts his hand in the air out of disbelief as Hyunjae walks into the room. “She tried to kill all of us, don’t feel special.” Kevin huffs earning a glare from Sunwoo. “But still!” “Shut up, she’s finally asleep.” Hyunjae sits on the couch.
“How could she be like this?” Eric sighs. Jacob takes a deep breath, he’s been trying to stay calm since the day you tried to run away, but right now the frustration is taking over him.
“Are we surprised she’s like this?!” His voice raises a bit, surprising the members. “Didn’t you guys hear her? We ruined her! She did nothing to this deserve this, yet we got her into this stupid situation!”
“You just had to slap her.” Younghoon turns to Sangyeon. “I don’t know, I didn't want to.” Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “Then apologize.” “Like apologizing is gonna do something.” Sangyeon huffs. “Right, I'm sure she hates us for life now.” Eric leans back in his seat.
“Can’t we just let her go.” Jacob groans. “No! That's out of the question. She’ll report us right away.” “But Sangye-.” “No.”
“And what if we convince her to not report us?” Haknyeon smirks. “You wanna torture her?” Changmin gives Haknyeon a confused look. “Listen, I have a plan.” Everyone groans and Chanhee rolls his eyes. “Not again.”
“No listen, this plan is better.” Everyone turns their attention to Haknyeon as he starts explaining his plan. “Okay so, We’ll just let her live with us as part of the group instead of her being a maid or prisoner or something like that.” Haknyeon smiles as if it’s the best idea in the world.
“We’re called the boyz, not the boyz plus one girl.” Eric snorts. “Okay, but she won’t report her friends, or herself, right?”
“I think it’s a good idea.” Juyeon agrees with Haknyeon. “Of Course you do.” Chanhee sighs. “Well the idea isn’t that bad.” Kevin speaks up. “We could use some help.” “Right, I agree too.” Hyunjae stands up, he doesn’t really like the idea, but everything is better than watching you suffer because of them. After a lot of thinking all of the boys finally agree and go to bed.
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huenjin · 3 years
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phobia.
pairing — bang chan x reader
word count — 2.7k words
ratings — 18+
genre — some slight fluff and smut, includes face sitting, cunnilingus.
note — this is the most domestic relationship thing i've written on this blog so far. lmao, i watched chan's room, ep.1 while writing this,,,and at this point, i'm just doing like an unofficial countdown to national boyfriend's day, of sorts, ha! d-3 and here we are. i haven't ever been this content writing for a boy group as much as skz. *cries in alien language*
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You are snuggling against Chan, your head on his broad chest as he plays with your hair and your fingers casually and playfully tapping his chest in a rhythm, only to trail downwards slowly. He turns his head slightly to kiss the top of your head.
And just maybe you were horny. There's no other explanation to the hand of yours that slowly trickles its way down to place itself over your boyfriend's crotch.
"Y/N," his voice is laced with strain and you chuckle, kissing the side of your boyfriend's chin. "Don't—"
"But—"
"I mean, unless you intend to solve it after you cause it."
"What if I don't?"
"Sneaky little rat," Chan gasps and he wraps his arms tightly around you, snuggling you closer into him and you laugh.
It is in moments like these that your heart flutters, swells and then bursts with nothing but love for this man that you call yours in this moment. With eyes that sparkle like they can bear every single star in the galaxy and with arms that could possibly hold the whole world with the love he has, he still chooses to hold you close and keep you in his arms and call you his whole world. He chooses to rewrite the stars no matter what happens, all to keep you close to him.
"Do you want me to eat you out?"
He pushes you slightly away from him so that he can look at you as he asks. There's a lot more to the eyes that plead to you though, as if he needs something more secretly.
"Randomly?"
"It's not complete random," he mumbles and you sit up, your arms unwrapping from his physique. You stare at your boyfriend, expecting him to continue on his sudden proposal. And then he drops it.
"Sit on me."
"Huh?"
You are about to sit on top of him, hovering over his crotch when he holds your thigh, mid air, and you look at him, in confusion, "Chan?"
"On my face."
Your eyes widen and you drop you leg back onto the mattress. You're holding him tighter, staring at your boyfriend in surprise and more of a what-the-fuck look.
"You're kidding, right?"
Chan sits up slightly, his arms supporting his body weight up from behind. He bites his lower lips as he looks at you, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"But Channie—"
"Why don't you give it a try? If you still don't like it, we could stop?"
And when your eyes show a flicker of hesitance, Chan lays back down again and pulls you forward. You cup his face and kiss him, holding his lower lips between yours as you try dragging it out for as long as possible. Chan holds you as you direct the kiss and he moans into you, before pulling back and mumbling, "You'd definitely be great at it."
You pull back and shimmy out of your shorts and panties, Chan's white shirt still on you. Your boyfriend looks at you in awe, like you're the literal sunshine in person and that he was nothing short of a blessed man on earth in this moment.
With unsure, wobbly steps, you crawl over to the side of Chan's face and sit on the back of your ankles as you look at him, "What if I'm too heavy?"
"You couldn't be heavy for me, baby," Chan laughs, and it's so light and soft that it eases you; that maybe, just maybe this would be a good experience. "You're the perfect size for me. You're like my other half. We are compatible. Remember, when you even got our horoscopes matched!"
"But that's a different thing! And my mother did that." You laugh at the memory. It was a year back when you asked Chan for his entire birth or natal chart and even though he persisted and asked you why you required it, you couldn't tell him till you had it, or more like your mother had it. She had been the mastermind behind the entire scheme. Chan learns of it later that day though — when your mother calls him when she couldn't reach through you.
And your mother being the ever jovial person she is, tells your boyfriend of how good the two of your marriage compatibility was. Chan had the best night of his life that day, laughing to you about it and how he'd marry you even if the compatibility had turned out to be crap.
Chan shakes his head and pulls at your thigh, "It's not now. You're my everything. My sun, my moon and my stars."
"You're sugarcoating your words to get me to sit on your face, aren't you?" You laugh, squinting your eyes in response at how adorable and desperate Chan looked at that minute.
Your boyfriend dramatically gasps, hand clutching his chest, hovering right over his heart as he closes his eyes and shakes his head, "How could you doubt my love, my darling," before bursting out into a fit of laughter and confessing, "Was it that obvious?"
"You're a drama queen." You hit his chest and he kisses your nose. "If it gets too overbearing, you'll tell me, right?"
"One hundred percent," he smiles and with that confidence, you lift your leg over his face and sit in such a way that your vulva was right in front of Chan's face, currently glistening from all the anticipation.
"God, you're beautiful," Chan mumbles to himself as he lifts his arms up slightly to grab your thighs, pulling it slightly closer to his face, leaving you like this — your knees dig into the pillow by the side of your boyfriend's face, your core hovering over his face so close that his breath on the skin by the side edges you, running a tingle down your spine.
"Come on, Y/N," he chuckles against your thigh, kissing it and laying out small kisses upwards. "You should know by now that you are not going to break me. Trust me." You look down at your boyfriend and you can't help but agree that it's the first time you're looking at Chan like this and he's still so beautiful.
"I know," you sigh, force downwards to your knee as you lower yourself slightly. Chan is still biting and kissing at your thighs, causing you to cream yourself slightly, embarassing you because he can clearly see it now. You bite down on your lips softly, and after much thought decide to reach out a hand to tangle into his hair.
Seemingly, this is all the encouragement and push your boyfriend needed because now Chan's hands lift themselves, hands on your hip before he pulls you down to come closer on to his face, knees digging into the pillow so much that Chan's face lifts up.
And then Chan's tongue is pressed flat against you. He slowly drags it against your slit, like a kitten with its soft licks and then proceeds to press a kiss to your clit when he gets to the top. You're breaking. You had such a strong conviction that you'd dislike this that you can't help but want to move your hip, to want more of his tongue — to want more of the wet muscle against your now sopping core.
Your legs relax just a bit and you willing push his face against his. Chan's face is still hurried into your core, head focussing on nothing but your pleasure. Chan licks another stripe before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it, loud noice of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly, just to test if it was alright. Turns out Chan loves it because he presses his head further back, hand moving downwards only to place them against your thighs to spread them apart slightly and to see how wet you are all because of him. You look down only to find Chan's eyes shut, lips chasing after your wet ones, tongue protruding out and small whines leaving him that does nothing but harness and comfort your dominant side.
You realise that Chan was still taking it slow, making sure you were comfortable with this and that you were enjoying every single bit of it. The more you let yourself relax and settled onto his face, the more his attention grew. And when Chan knew you were comfortable enough, he grips your hips, hands quickly snaking behind and pulls you further — unimaginably — down. His jaw opens wide and he draws his tongue up and down, lapping at your slit like it's an eternal drink. His warm muscle circles around your clit, causing you to shiver in his hold, chills send up your spine.
Your eyes close, the pleasure unimaginably good as you stretch your left hand to hold the bed post and the other tangles itself amongst Chan's hair roots, pulling it slightly everytime you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. Chan circles around your dripping hole, tongue teasingly poking and pressing in before it is gone again. Your hip gyrate against his face almost like it has a mind of its own. His nose nudges occasionally against your core and your mound that has you biting the insides of your mouth to suppress a large moan.
Chan keeps a rhythm as his tongue laps against your sopping lips, paying equal attention to every part that it send your receptors into snap, endorphins releasing slowly in the build up. His tongue takes in every bit of your wetness that you are left gasping, hips moving against his tongue and eyes squeezing, as your mouth left nothing but his name like a mantra.
Your thighs shake in the pleasure, torn between collapsing and embracing the feeling and you know, for sure, that had it not been for Chan's iron grip on your thighs. Not that Chan seemed too interested in being given the space for him to breathe with how eager he is to bring your hips closer to his face, barely giving him space to breathe.
Slowly and almost what seemed too short, it is all too much for you, the constant sucking and licking and feeling of his warmth against your dripping core. Chan's tongue finally slips into your core and before you really could grasp understanding of what exactly you were doing, you are here, grinding on his face, rocking between his nose pressed against your clit and his tongue buried as far as possible inside you.
Chan moans in ecstacy, his tongue feeling the pressure from your muscles tightening. The slight vibration is enough to slowly spiral you and draw out another loud moan from your dry throat and out through your coral lips. One of his hands grips your thigh, digging in his fingers and the other splays out flat on your back.
It's like all your misconception about this is thrown out through the window. You groan out loud, knuckles turning white as you grip on the bed post tightly as he worked against your slit, letting your hips move as they wished now, his grip on your hips a lot lighter. Your other hand in his hair switches between pulling and petting. You try to focus on the wall in front of you but your vision is all blurry in the slowly becoming euphoria. You can't help but let out small praises in between breaths, "You're a good, good boy," and "Fuck, look at how needy you are," and in all honesty, even you are surprised by the words that leave you. Though, all that does is get Chan more enthusiastic with each one, his tongue moving even more furiously against you.
Before you know it, the knot that built up seems to slowly tense up, close enough to snap and you know you are on the edge. You try desperately to form words though all you can roll from your tongue are desperate whines and moans and chants for Chan to fuck you up more. You pull on his hair, pulling him closer while grinding against him harder.
And then it snaps as you come, like a rope that is knotted so perfectly, pulled apart till you see the fibres so clearing straining away and breaking. You see the white as you close your eyes, the oxytocin rushing through and you are grinding on Chan's face further to ride it all out, your tongue rolling out the words, "Chan, oh my fuck!" over and over again. Your whole body shakes and your legs instinctively try to close though it just ends up pressed against Chan's face, not that he minded it one bit. Chan licks you out soft and slowly, helping you through your orgasm patiently and you want to cry at how blessed you truly are.
Chan keeps up the gentle attention until you finally decide to push his head back, hand off his hair and bedpost, lifting yourself slowly off his face. Or at least you tried and that should count. Your legs that desperately chooses not to cooperate, feeling sore and muscles strained. Chan laughs at you as you try to lift yourself off and he helps you, hand warm against your wet thighs as he lifts them over his face and to his side. You drop down, sliding against the mattress downwards and Chan coos, "Look at my baby."
“Fuck,” is all you can say, heart racing against your chest after one of the better orgasms ever and you close your eyes.
Chan pulls you closer into him, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead, lips lingering for more than a second. You finally open your eyes, only to lock gazes with your boyfriend and you smile, albeit a tired yet loving smile. Chan press his lips against your nose and tells you, "I'm one lucky man."
"Yes," you chortle, hugging your boyfriend tighter. "Yes, you are."
You take in the sight of Chan in all his glory. His jaw is slick, light hitting off them and making them glisten, cheeks flushed pink and his lips are pulled into a soft smile at you. His eyes don't leave yours for even a minute and they are filled with nothing but soft love coloured in pastel pink in your head. It makes your heart flutter against your ribs.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"More than I should," you sigh contently. You let yourself be swallowed by the beautiful sight before for just a moment longer, to remember every single bit of this in your head. “Now stop looking so sappy and proud.”
If anything, your comment only makes Chan's smile grow wider. Chan still holds you in his arms but he turns his head to look up at the ceiling, smiling so brightly like a dork. “I know I enjoyed it.”
And then, as if he knew you had your eyes trained on his, he sticks his tongue out, slowly dragging it against your wetness left as residues by his mouth. He licks it all up and then finishes it out by licking his lips and you hate that you find yourself clenching your thighs against each other. Why were you such a putty in his hands and to everything he does? Stupid boyfriend that knows he too hot for any good.
“Think I’ll get to do it again sometime?”
You laugh, kissing his cheek. “Maybe,” you say, smiling to yourself. "Who knows? Guess you'll have to wait and see how this pans out now, right?"
Chan looks at you, turning himself to snuggle into your warmth, wanting to be the smaller spoon suddenly. His head hurried against your chest, nose grazing the top of your breast, he closes his eyes, taking in your natural scent. Your hand finds itself on top of his head as you slowly pet his hair, pausing only when you hear him mumble against your skin.
"I've never minded waiting for you."
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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years
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Drabble Interest Check #1
So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards.  But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing.  Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point.  Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))
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Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?
 Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.
Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue. 
“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.
thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol
So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another.  Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave.  Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy.  But I love it sksksk >;3  So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so?  Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now.  But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen
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timelesslords · 3 years
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have my back, yeah, every day
Annabeth realizes that Percy started sleeping on his back, and she’s determined to know why.
or, a one shot based on this post 
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Annabeth had spent a surprising amount of her life watching Percy Jackson sleep. 
Not in a weird way. It wasn’t like she’d been sneaking into his cabin at night— at least, she hadn’t been before they started dating a month ago. It was just that the life of a demigod was inherently transient, and they’d spent a lot of time questing with each other, and questing meant sleeping in shifts. 
And sure, one could argue that the purpose of shift-sleeping was to watch out for threats, not watch your questing companions sleep. But in the absence of imposing threats it wasn’t like there was a lot else to do besides watch your friends sleep. And maybe Annabeth had focused on watching one friend in particular, so much so that she had picked up on a lot of his sleeping habits.
In the past month since they'd started dating, she'd only honed those observations to their minutiae: she could tell from the twitch of his fingers whether the dream he was having was good or bad. She could tell from his breathing whether he was in a deep sleep or a shallow one. She knew he ran hot and only slept with a sheet, if anything at all. 
So that was why Annabeth found it odd that Percy had suddenly shifted from being an adamant side-and-stomach sleeper to always, always, sleeping on his back.
Admittedly, she’d probably spent more time in the past two weeks watching Percy sleep than she had every other time combined, so her sample size had grown, which could somewhat account for the shift from stomach to back. Except that it wasn’t an occasional switch, something she could have caught onto earlier. It was every single time.
Every random nap (which he took a lot of, these days). Every time she snuck into his cabin at night and he fell asleep before her. Everytime she fell asleep first and woke up before him. Even right now, both of them on his bunk together, his head in her lap-- despite the fact that there was a perfectly good pillow not two feet away. On his back. Always.
Annabeth really wasn’t supposed to be here at all, but Percy spent a lot of time asleep lately, and she didn’t mind bending the rules to spend more time with him. Summer was starting to wind down, and that meant her time with him was starting to dwindle as well. She wanted to spend every possible minute they could together, even if it meant all she was doing was watching him sleep. And okay, maybe they’d spent some time making out before Percy’s nap, but still. He wasn’t asleep yet, but he was getting close. 
He looked so peaceful and relaxed Annabeth almost just kept her mouth shut altogether. But they’d both be going home in a few days, and she knew this was going to drive her crazy until she sucked it up and asked him about it.
"You never used to sleep on your back," Annabeth said, finally unable to take it anymore. 
Percy’s eyes fluttered open sleepily. Annabeth immediately felt a little guilty for depriving him of his nap, but he didn’t seem upset, just confused. 
“Huh?” he yawned. 
“You always used to sleep on your side. Or your stomach. And now you never do,” Annabeth said. She watched as recognition flitted across his features, but he still hesitated before answering. 
"Oh, yeah,” he said, unhelpfully. But Annabeth could tell that her instincts were right, and this was something going on, not just her being a crazy person who spent way too much time memorizing her boyfriend’s sleeping habits. 
Maybe she should leave it alone. He clearly didn’t seem all that excited to talk about it. But she’d already brought it up, and it was clearly bothering him, and well-- Annabeth was curious. 
“Why?” she asked. 
This time he glanced away, his eyes finding the ceiling instead of meeting her gaze. 
I guess after… everything, it just sort of felt exposed," he said, slowly. 
It took Annabeth a second to realize what he meant by "everything." There was the obvious answer, the one that went along with “exposed,” the one that frankly, she was already kicking herself for not guessing from the start. His Achilles spot was on his back, so no fucking wonder he didn’t want to sleep back to the world anymore. 
Annabeth could tell by the tone of his voice that it was more than that, just slightly. But she couldn’t even begin to parse out what that meant without acknowledging the obvious.
“Oh. Gods, I’m dumb,” she groaned, covering her face with one hand. 
He laughed, his shoulders shaking against her legs just slightly.
“You’re not dumb,” he said. His voice was affectionate, but she could tell his nerves about the whole thing hadn’t completely melted away. His finger had started tapping against the bedspread beside him, a nervous, unconscious gesture.  
“Yeah, but I should have…” 
Annabeth trailed off. She should have known. It was obvious. She was the only one who could have possibly known, because she was the only one who knew where his spot was, the only one he’d ever trusted with that information. And she hadn’t realized.
“What? Known?” Percy finished for her, raising an eyebrow. 
“Well, shouldn’t I have?” Annabeth asked, peering down at him through her fingers. 
Percy reached up, tugging on the hand that was still covering her face, pulling it away, down above his head, wrapped in his own. 
“Annabeth, I didn’t even know that you’d noticed I’d switched. It’s not a big deal.”
It had been so easy to forget about it all, the past month. Things had been normal, happy, better than normal, because now they were dating and the war was over and nobody was on the verge of predetermined death. And Annabeth had spent a month wondering why he’d stopped sleeping on his stomach and it hadn’t, not once, occurred to her why, even with the answer staring at her right in the face. She just hadn’t wanted to look. 
If she was honest, the curse scared her. Sure, it provided protection in a more general sense. He was never going to get a cut or a scrape or a burn from the lava wall. But it made everything so tenuous-- all of him was tethered to life through one tiny spot on his back. It could all fall away so easily, and Annabeth had been pushing that thought out of her mind for the entire past month. 
“Hey, you okay?” 
Annabeth glanced back down at Percy, jolted back to reality by his voice. He was frowning, little worried lines etched between his brows. 
“The curse isn’t the only reason,” Annabeth said, ignoring his question, “I mean it is, but-- there’s more.”  
He grimaced a little, but didn’t drop his eyes this time. 
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, trying to cover up his frown with a smile, squeezing her hand. 
But then his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly to her shoulder—where, under the fabric of her t-shirt, there was still a thick white scar from a poisoned knife that wasn't meant for her at all— and Annabeth suddenly understood everything. 
Percy could say what he wanted about the strategic placement of his Achilles heel; that it was small and hard to hit with armor on and all those other things. But Annabeth knew why he’d put it on his back maybe even better than he did. It was the same reason he’d always slept on his stomach, at least until now. Because even after everything he’d been through, all the fights he’d survived and all the betrayals he’d suffered, he was still a little too damn trusting. 
He’d put his weak spot on his back because there was some part of him, however small, that still believed people were good and decent and would face you head on, the same way he would. That they wouldn’t attack you when your back was turned, because even if it would give him the advantage, Percy would never win a fight that way. He’d banked on his own instinct, because that goodness was so built into his worldview he probably hadn’t even realized he’d done it.  
Obviously that hadn’t quite worked out, and Annabeth had almost died taking the knife that was literally and figuratively meant to stab him in the back. And Annabeth knew that that was what he meant by “everything,” not just the curse itself. 
Percy was still looking up at her, patiently waiting for her to be finished thinking, completely oblivious to her realizations. Annabeth bit her lip. She couldn’t tell him all that. For one, it was the opposite of “not worrying,” and for another she didn’t want him to worry about her. 
And she didn’t want him to be scared anymore. She wanted him to bear his back to the world as freely as he had before, because the thought of losing that part of him was painful in a way she didn’t even know how to describe. 
“Get up,” she said, nudging his head with her knee. 
“Why? Ow—” Another nudge and Percy was sitting up next to her, rubbing his temple. As soon as he was up, Annabeth laid down, pressing her back to the wall of the cabin. 
“What are you doing?” Percy asked, his expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.
“Fixing it,” Annabeth said, patting the bed next to her, “Lie down.” 
Percy gave her a weird look, but followed her instructions, tentatively lowering himself onto the mattress next to her, back down. 
“On your side, dummy,” Annabeth said, poking him in the ribs for emphasis. 
Percy frowned, suddenly realizing what she was trying to do.
“But your—”
Annabeth didn’t even need him to finish his sentence to know that he was protesting the fact that her back would be uncovered this way, nevermind the fact(s) that a) the chances of them being attacked at camp in his cabin were slim to none and b) Annabeth was not the one with her lifeline attached to one very specific exposed spot on her body. 
“Wall,” Annabeth reminded him, kicking the cabin wall behind her with one foot, just to remind him that it was there. 
Percy sighed, but was either out of protests or too tired to use them. He rolled over tentatively, his back pressed against her front. Annabeth curled into him, wrapping her arm around his chest, tucking her chin into the crook of his neck.
She could feel him relax under her, something tense in his limbs melting away, his breath slowing and evening out. 
“Better?” she asked, quietly, suddenly a little self-conscious. 
“Better,” he agreed, finding her hand and squeezing it again, “Thank you.” 
Annabeth smiled into his neck, lacing her fingers more securely through his. 
“You’re welcome,” she said, snuggling a little closer to him. 
They spent a quiet few minutes like that before either of them spoke again. Annabeth would almost think Percy had fallen asleep, except that he was rubbing little circles into her palm with his thumb. 
“I could get used to this,” he admitted. 
Annabeth’s chest felt warm, and she didn’t think it was from Percy’s body heat. He was trying to sound casual, but Annabeth could tell he meant it. 
“Yeah?” she asked, softly. 
She could hear the smile in his reply, even if she couldn’t see it. 
“Yeah. If you don’t mind.” 
It was Annabeth’s turn to smile, then. 
“I’m always gonna have your back, Seaweed Brain. You’re going to have to get used to it.” 
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Hello! Fairy S/O with Atsumu, Osamu, and Kita, please? The last one was so cute my heart went 💓💓💓
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦: 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕊/𝕠 𝕡𝕥. 2 🧚‍♀️✨
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☏︎ Hey sweets! Am so glad you liked the last one, I hope you like this one too ♡︎
Warning ⚠︎: Simps pt.2, fluff. gn!reader. tell me if I missed smth♡︎
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𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕦.𝕄
𑁍 President of the Y/n simp squad. Runs a Y/n fan account and post your pictures there and it has 50k followers.
𑁍 He's so annoyingly cute wtf that should be illegal.
𑁍 Most of the time he's like this (ง'̀-'́)ง but when he's with you he's ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ .
𑁍 He gets so upset when he doesn't get his daily hugs and kisses from you and WILL sulk for the rest of the day until you do it.
𑁍 Everyday when he sees you he's just ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ♡give him affection.
𑁍 He likes- no LOVES to give you piggyback rides no matter where you go, you could be vibing in the hallway and he would just kneel infront of you indicating he wants a piggyback ride.
𑁍 I hc that he's TERRIBLE at taking pictures, he gets so distracted by your beauty that it ends up blurry cause his hands are shaking so much. *coughs* simp.
𑁍 Since he sucks at photography, he tries asking for advice or tips on how to improve them from someone whose good at it. Aka Suna.
𑁍 believe it or not he actually begged Suna to teach him and Suna's just:
"Look in the camera 😎🤳"
𑁍 Don't worry Suna's not that cruel, he actually agreed to help Atsumu and gave him tips on how to get the right angle and good lighting.
𑁍 But Atsumu here can't help but get on Suna's nerves everytime he talks about finding the perfect angle and Atsumu is just:
"I'm sure I won't have any problem finding the perfect angle my Y/n is perfect, they look good- no scratch that they look AMAZING in EVERY angle they're in, you could take a photo below their chin and they'd still look like a Goddess/God and their side profile oh my God, their side profile 😭😍 it looks like it was sculpted by the Gods themselves. and their eyes, cheeks, lips and nose God really took their time creating them zkaokskwksswm they're so perfect I love them so much-"
"Atsumu will you shut the fuck up-"
𑁍 cue in Suna closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to refrain himself from beating Atsumu's ass.
𑁍 Once Atsumu improved his photography skills best believe he would take pictures of you every second and post them in his accounts. Both Private AND public. With your consent of course.
𑁍 He also sends the pictures he has taken of you to the inarizaki gc to brag about how he has a pretty S/o and that they don't.
Atsumu: " Day 73 of reminding y'all single asses that I have a pretty s/o and you don't 🤟😎* inserts picture of you* "
Aran: "We get it Atsumu, you have a lover and we don't. Do you want a medal for that? 🙄😒"
Atsumu: "yes please, I want a medal 😇 finding a perfect s/o is hard so I deserve one."
Osamu: " And I remember thinking 'I'm about to beat this bitch up' "
Suna: " bitch wtf I thought you improved after I taught you? This shit looks worse than before"
Atsumu:" HUH TF DID YA SAY SUNA?! (ง'̀-'́)ง🔪"
Akagi:" That's because he's in the picture Suna 😂"
Suna: "Oh yea u rite lmao"
Atsumu:" Listen here ya little shit-"
Kita: "Atsumu"
Atsumu went offline
𑁍 Atsumu has you as his wallpaper, profile picture in ALL of his accounts, he only posts about you that you can hardly see pictures of him cause they're all you.
𑁍 and as for his fangirls you don't have to worry about them 😇 cause they're YOUR fangirls now♡︎ the moment they saw you they went from:
"I love Atsumu and ONLY Atsumu, #Atsumu supremacy♡︎"
To " Astumu who? never heard of him, I love Y/n and ONLY Y/n. #Y/n supremacy✨"
𑁍 he's an annoying photographer goodbye. He'd make you sit infront of the plants and instruct you to hold a flower near your face and be like:
"babe I want you to hold that flower and put it right infront of your face like that- yes that's perfect. you're doing so good baby ♡︎"
𑁍 this is him and you ♡︎ (highkey wanted to post that gif but Idk who drew it and I don't have permission to post it and special thanks to my bae @moonlightmiya for sending me that fanart)
𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦.𝕄
𑁍 Osamu my love zlaksosjqmalajooss am sorry I love him
𑁍 when in terms of being whipped to their S/o, Osamu is EXACTLY like his brother.
𑁍 it runs in the blood baestie 😎.
𑁍Osamu doesn't really take pictures cause he prefers to live the moment rather than capture it.
𑁍 for him every second spent with you is worth it. no matter what moment is it as long as he's with you its fine.
𑁍 Osamu is not much of a bragger but when it comes to his brother? You bet he is bragging about you to his brother that even tho they have the same face you ended up with him instead and Atsumu is just (ง'̀-'́)ง (•̀ᴗ•́)و "come here lil bro lemme beat your ass "
𑁍 Atsumu respects you alot and is thankful for how you make his brother so happy that he became a little nicer.
𑁍 If Samu is not present he entrusts Atsumu to look after you until he comes back.
𑁍 Osamu is also like this to you
( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
𑁍 one of his hobbies aside from cooking is memorizing your features and telling you how much he loves your imperfections cause your imperfections makes you who you are.
𑁍 If you're insecure he'll place kisses all over your face until you giggle and talk about how much he loves your eyes, nose, lips and cheeks.
𑁍 He loves tracing his finger on your palm since he knows it calms you down, he'll even trace his finger on your face until it touches your lips and look at them waiting for your permission to let him kiss you.
𑁍This is him and you in a nutshell:
Osamu: "You know where I want to kiss you?"
You: "where?"
Osamu: " guess~"
you:" lips?"
Osamu: "nope~"
You: "cheeks?"
Osamu: "No~~"
You: "neck?"
Osamu:" good answer but still no~ hehehe"
You: "then where?"
Osamu:" In a church infront of our loved ones when we both say I do~♡︎"
You:"s-samu 😥"
Atsumu:" BOOO GET A ROOM❗❗❗"
𑁍 Osamu is pro at flirting. Atsumu take notes lmao jk Ily tsumu♡︎
𑁍 wait is this still even about fairy S/o 😭 I think I strayed a little bit far away from topic im so sorry bae xmslzoaa.
𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕒.𝕊
𑁍 Softest couple my heart hurts (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)
𑁍 You both are a match made in heaven. So perfect and made for each other.
𑁍 Like Osamu, Kita is also more of a "live the moment rather than capture them" type of guys.
𑁍 memories of you are so important to him. he thinks about you all the time and how blessed he is to have you. He doesn't even think he deserves you 😭.
𑁍 HIS GRANNY ADORES YOU OMG, She loves how natural, soft-spoken, kind, charming and delicate you are. definitely a perfect match for her Shinsuke.
𑁍 Kita loves how good you two get along and how easy you are to talk too. he may not be included to your topic of conversation with his grandma but he is satisfied with seeing you smile and laugh about random things.
𑁍 his granny definitely ask Kita if he is planning to marry you and Kita answered yes immediatley. Like without hesitation he just said "yes"
𑁍 we all know Kita here is a "date to marry" guy so after he said yes you bet his grandma was already thinking about how cute her great-grandbabies would be if you and Kita got married.
𑁍 Kita was a mess when he thought about having kids with you, he almost fainted lol.
𑁍 *cut to kita laying down on his bed, daydreaming about your wedding*
𑁍 it would be an outdoor wedding with a fairytale theme omg xmslkklss so pretty.
𑁍 dates, let's talk about dates now shall we? Picnic dates are a must!
𑁍 A walk through the forest is a must pt.2 if you guys encounter a flower bush, he'd grab a flower and put it on your ear and kiss you.
𑁍 he gets so soft when he sees you interact with birds, dogs and cats or whatever animal there is. He would start smiling and chuckle at how cute you look.
𑁍 Kita loves kissing your nose. he'd do that anytime and anywhere.
𑁍 actually has social media but does not post anything. So when he posted a picture of you the inarizaki team went ballistic.
𑁍 they're just like " Kita-san has a S/o???and they're so pretty???"
𑁍 I CAN IMAGINE ARAN LOOKING AT THE SKY WITH THE EXPRESSION "wow, God really does have favorites"
𑁍 The moment Inarizaki met you they were so shy and would stutter every two seconds and like avoid touching you. (They're afraid lol)
𑁍 You just laughed at them and said : "Why are you guys so afraid of me? I don't bite 😇..."
Atsumu:" well that's because you're Kita-san's S/o- OUCH"
Osamu: "Ignore him hahahaha"
𑁍 Once the team got used to you they would ask you questions from left to right on how is it being in a relationship with Kita.
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Note ☏︎
I hope you baes would like this 😭 Also I'm so sorry if I strayed far away from the topic cause I ran out of ideas lol ♡︎ reblogs are very aporeciated ♡︎
and tumblr once again don't remove this from the tags once it hits 26 notes 😇🔪
Reminder: You're beautiful from inside out and I love you...
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padfootspensieve · 3 years
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Wolfstar x Showing Affection (feat. oblivious James)
Sirius is very tactile.
He shows affection through hugging—hugs, hand-holding, playing with people's hair, just random mindless touching throughout the day.
Remus is more verbally affecionate.
He will constantly gives compliments—"i love your dress," "your hair looks great today," etc.
Unless he really likes someone.
Then he just
Stop talking.
Okay, back to Sirius.
Sirius seems like the 'heartless bad boy,' but he's a real softie when it comes to his friends.
He is constantly showing them affection.
Ruffling James' hair (much to James' chagrin).
Flinging himself dramatically over Remus' lap in the common room.
Putting his arms around his friends while they're walking down the corridors.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), he flirts much the same way.
Nobody would ever know this, of course, because he doesn't actually first with anyone.
Except for Remus.
"But what about all those girls who fall at his feet?"
He's naturally charming, okay? Give him a break.
Anyway, his flirting felt a lot like his friendship.
Sirius figured out he was gay at the end of third year or beginning of fourth, and realized he liked Remus a little later.
But you would never know it.
Sirius was constantly flirting with Remus.
But nobody knew.
Remus realized he liked Sirius a little later, maybe middle to end of fourth year.
Sirius gets really anxious when Remus stops talking to him.
"What did I do?"
"Is he okay?"
"Does he hate me?"
"Why?"
Pining, blah blah blah. Minor angst, blah blah blah.
They get together—yay!
They decide they don't want to tell anyone just yet, not even their closest friends.
And nobody can tell.
They're openly flirting.
Nobody knows.
Sirius will literally walk into the common room and sit in Remus' lap and start playing with his hair, and James will just be like
"Oh, hey Padfoot."
Remus will be showering Sirius with compliments about how pretty his eyes are, how soft his hair is, and Peter just goes
"Oh yeah, Sirius, you have to tell me what shampoo you use."
(It's Fleamont's Sleakeazy Potions—the one James refuses to use, even though Fleamont readily gave both James and Sirius a lifetime supply).
They will literally walk down the halls holding hands
Regulus will give Sirius a knowing smile
(He knows. Obviously).
Lily will give the same smile to Remus.
James and Peter will just think
"Oh that's just something we do know, I guess?"
Remus decides they need to tell them, it's getting painful to watch.
Sirius disagrees, and, because he's Sirius, wonders how long they can keep going before anyone notices.
Okay, so they're not telling anyone just yet.
But they're not holding back, either.
One night, Sirius decides to go to bed, so he gets up and kisses Remus on the forehead.
"Mate, you're gonna kiss Moons but not me? When did he become your best friend?" James whines.
Sirius and Remus look at each other and snicker.
Sirius just tousles James' hair.
"Alright, fine. But I will get a kiss from you before the week is out!"
"Alright, Prongs, whatever you say."
Remus goes red, from embarrassment and from trying to hold his laughter in.
At breakfast, Sirius and James probably do something stupid.
Remus tells Sirius, "you're lucky you're so damn adorable, or I might actually be mad."
James takes offense.
"What, I'm not cute enough for you?"
Remus is admitted to the hospital wing after a particularly bad moon.
Madam Pomfrey lets them stay, mostly because the combined forces of Sirius' desperation and James' annoyingness is enough to make her fear for her life.
Anyway.
Sirius steps out for a minute, because Remus is asleep anyway.
And while he's gone, Remus asks after him.
"S'r'us?"
He's still half asleep, and doesn't know Sirius left.
"S'r'us? Can you..." he trails off, but moves over to the far side of the bed.
Well. Sirius isn't there.
But James is.
He gets the message, and climbs into bed beside Remus.
They've never done this before, but hey, what a sleepy, injured, post-moon Remus wants, he gets.
So James wraps an arm around Remus and pulls him close.
(Honestly, get you a friend like James).
So then Sirius comes back.
And sees his best friend cuddling with his boyfriend.
He clears his throat.
"James, what the fuck?" he asks calmly.
"Oh, he asked for you, but you weren't here. I guess he wanted cuddles or something, so I figured I'd fill in for you. So here we are."
"James," Sirius deadpanned. "That's my boyfriend you're cuddling with."
James sat up so quickly Sirius was honestly impressed Remus didn't wake up.
"Boyfriend?!?"
"Boyfriend," Sirius confirms.
"How long??"
"Few months now."
"Wha– but I– you– what?!?!?!"
It's safe to say James is in shock.
"Why didn't you tell me??" he finally asks.
"Are you honestly blind?" Sirius asks.
"Have you not seen us flirting? Cuddling? Eye-fucking across the room?"
"I thought that was just something you did!!"
James is still in shock.
And totally oblivious.
"It is something we do. Because we're dating. We wake up in the same bed every morning."
"AS BROS DO."
James eventually calms down. Their argument conversation has now woken Remus up.
"James, what are you doing in my bed?"
"We've been over this already," Sirius said.
"By the way, he knows now."
"Oh good. How's he taking it?"
"Not sure," Sirius says. "James?"
"Huh? I mean... yeah. I'm happy for you, obviously. And it's fine that you're gay, or whatever. I don't care about that. But what the fuck??"
Alright then. That's how he's taking it.
James never did get that kiss.
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Check In (Intrulogical)
A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!
Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.
Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort
Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.
The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?
He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.
“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.
“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.
“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”
“We are not friends.”
“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”
Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”
“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.
“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.
Remus frowned. “No, actually.”
“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”
“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.
“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?
“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”
“...what about?”
Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”
Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”
“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.
“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”
“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”
“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.
Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”
“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”
“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”
“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”
“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”
“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.
“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”
“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”
Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”
“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.
Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.
“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”
That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”
“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”
“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”
“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”
Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”
Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”
“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.
“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.
The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.
“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”
“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.
“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.
“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”
“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”
Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”
“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”
Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”
“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.
“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”
“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”
“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”
“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.
“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”
The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”
The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.
“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.
“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.
Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.
Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”
“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”
“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.
“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.
“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“...Lo?”
“Yes…?”
“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.
The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”
“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”
“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”
“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”
Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”
“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”
That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”
“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.
“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.
“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”
Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”
Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”
“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”
“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”
The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”
The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”
“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”
Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”
Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.
“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.
“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”
“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”
“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”
Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”
“The Coraline thing?-”
“The thing before the Coraline request.”
“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.
“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.
“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”
Logan nodded slowly.
“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”
The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.
Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.
Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.
The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
**The next morning**
Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.
He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?
Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”
The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”
“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.
“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”
“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”
Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”
“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.
The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”
The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”
“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”
Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”
“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”
Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-
“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.
“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.
“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”
The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”
“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”
Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.
“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.
“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”
“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”
“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”
“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”
Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”
Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”
The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”
Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”
The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”
The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”
Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”
Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.
Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”
Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”
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Valentine’s Day Dilemma|{Ojiro Mashirao}
My amazing tradition of doing things late has struck again!!
I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in literally forever but writer’s block has been kicking my ass lately but I’m starting to get back into it again so that’s good.
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Pairing: Ojiro Mashirao x Male Reader
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‘Another love letter.’
Ojiro thought as he watched another girl confess to you.
He couldn’t understand you. You were insanely good-looking, charming, and nice you could have anyone you wanted.
You smiled apologetically and returned the letter to the girl saying something Ojiro couldn’t make out.
The girl looked dejected and sauntered off.
You could have anyone you wanted yet you always rejected anyone who has ever confessed. No matter how good-looking or cool they were.
“You know, you could always ask him out instead of watching him like a creep.”
Ojiro jumped and turned around to see Dark Shadow hovering next to him.
“W-what? I’m not-“
Dark Shadow moved closer to him and poked him in his chest.
“Yes you were, you were staring at (y/n) with big ol’ googly eyes.”
Before Dark Shadow could continue Tokoyami’s voice rang out from behind them.
“Dark shadow, leave him alone.”
Tokoyami walks up and swatted Dark Shadow on his beak.
Dark Shadow stuck his tongue out before disappearing into Tokoyami’s side.
“T-thank you Tokoyami.”
Tokoyami nodded at him.
“You’re welcome.”
He paused for a moment.
“Dark shadow is right though, you should confess to (Y/n).”
Ojiro choked on his saliva at his words face becoming beet red.
“W-what?! I don’t like him like that!”
“Oh really?”
“Yes!”
Tokoyami raised an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms.
“Every time he walks in the room you stare at him the whole time and every time the two of you talk you seem like you’re a moment away from passing out.”
Ojiro froze and his tail came up and covered his face.
“B-be quiet.”
Tokoyami chuckled.
Before the bird-headed boy could tease him any further the bell rang signaling the start of class.
“Just think about it.”
Tokoyami said before walking over to his seat.
And that’s what Ojiro did for the past week.
He’s entertained the idea of confessing ever since he realized his crush.
But ultimately, he always convinced himself that you’re far above him on the social ladder and you wouldn’t settle for someone as plain as him.
But this time he looked at you while Aizawa droned on about his lesson. You were quietly snickering as you passed notes back and forth with Kirishima.
As he stared suddenly you turned around to face him.
He jumped, startled at the sudden attention. The sound of a yelp from behind him snapped him out of his daze. He turned to see Kaminari’s school supplies scattered on the floor. Ojiro’s tail resting on his table.
He stuttered out an apology and moved his tail away.
A chuckle made Ojiro look up.
You were laughing at the scene.
Ojiro covered his face with his hands and faced the board, face burning with embarrassment.
During hero practice he watched you. You were practically made to be a hero, gracefully getting through obstacles and completing challenges.
But you also looked out for your classmates. congratulating them when they succeeded and encouraging them when they failed.
You were amazing.
After class, Ojiro walked up to Tokoyami.
“Okay, I’ll do it how do I confess?”
The following days were spent with Ojiro and Tokoyami brainstorming ideas.
Ojiro walked up to the school almost an hour early. It was Valentine’s Day, the perfect opportunity to confess, even if he would be rejected.
When he walked through the school gates he saw you standing at your shoe locker fiddling with the handle.
He went to his locker and watched when you opened the door around 10 pink envelopes fell out with about 30 still crammed into the small space.
You just sighed and picked up the fallen ones before scooping the rest of the letters into your hands, you then proceeded to toss the letters into the trash, put on your shoes, and walk away.
The letter in Ojiro’s pocket suddenly felt heavy.
He took it out and stared at it before crumbling it up and shoving it in his bag.
Throughout the rest of the day, he watched as you got letters and chocolates from random people, boys, and girls alike.
Each one you politely declined.
All of them walked away dejected, clutching their gifts to their chests, and some even cried.
Ojiro didn’t get nearly as many Valentine’s gifts as a lot of his classmates. Hell, most of them were from his classmates.
Ojiro sighed as stood by the school gate.
He was supposed to meet Tokoyami there to tell him how it went. Tell him how he just couldn’t go through with it.
He stood there moping until he heard squealing from behind him.
He turned around and gasped as he saw you standing directly in front of him.
“(Y-Y/n)!”
“Hey, Ojiro I was wondering if you had a moment?”
He nodded, his face turning red.
“Well, uh, I wasn’t planning on doing this but Kirishima convinced me.”
You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a card handing it to him blushing and rubbing the back of your neck.
“H-here.”
He took it and looked it over.
It had very clearly been crumpled up and smoothed out.
The words on the front said ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ he blushed and opened the card and there were more words.
At the top, it said ‘Tail me you love me!’
And below that
‘I was wondering if you would like to be my Valentines?’
When he finished his face was bright red.
“S-So?”
Ojirou’s mouth opened but nothing came out, he was too embarrassed.
You looked hurt taking his silence as rejection.
“I-it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, sorry for making you uncomfortable I’ll just be going now.”
You began to make your way past him when Ojiro grabbed you by the arm.
“(Y-Y/n) wait!”
You paused and looked at him.
He shoved his backpack off of his shoulders and riffled through it for a moment before shoving a crumpled ball into your chest.
“This was for you.”
You took the ball and gently unfurled it.
The words on the front were in the same font as yours and opening it revealed the same exact card as yours but on the inside had a lot more words.
You began reading and at the second line, you realized it was a confession letter.
“W-wait, Ojiro you feel the same?”
You looked up clutching the card to your chest tightly, beginning to crease the sides once again.
Ojiro’s tail was wagging behind him as he nodded.
You let out a laugh as you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close, and lifting him from the ground.
Ojiro let out an embarrassing noise as he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck.
“(Y-Y/n) c-can you put me down? People are staring.”
You froze as you looked around and most of your fanboys and girls were staring in disbelief.
“Oh yeah, sorry.”
You nervously chuckled as you lowered him back down to his feet.
“So, (Y/n) does this mean we’re dating?”
You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck.
“If you want to, then yeah.”
Ojiro smiled and grabbed your hand. Your hand was a little sweaty but so was his.
The two of you blushed at the gesture.
“S-so we should go on a date right?”
You nodded.
“Yeah, um, are you free right now?”
Ojiro thought for a moment.
“Uh, n-no I have chores to do, how about tomorrow?”
You smiled.
“Sure!”
The two of you stood there for a minute in silence before you cleared your throat.
“I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Ojiro nodded enthusiastically.
“Y-yeah!”
“...”
“Um, you can let go of my hand now”
“Huh?—“ Ojiro looked down and saw he was still gripping your hand. “—Oh, sorry!”
He let go and you chuckled.
“Thanks, bye cutie.”
Ojiro blushed as he waved at you, his tail also waving side to side.
“Finally, it’s about time one of you made a move!”
Ojiro jumped and spun around.
Dark shadow was in his face again.
“Watching the two of you ogle each other every two seconds was painful.”
“W-what?”
Tokoyami cleared his throat from behind Dark shadow.
“Yeah, the two of you were very obvious with your infatuation with each other I don’t know how you didn’t notice.”
Ojiro sputtered.
“Wait, so you knew he liked me the entire time and you didn’t say anything?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Ojiro just sighed. It worked out in the end so there’s no reason to be upset.
“It’s fine, anyway I should be going, see you tomorrow Tokoyami.”
Ojiro waved and began his walk home.
As Ojiro was finishing up his final chore for the day his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out and turned it on.
A text from an unknown number was on his screen.
It said “Hey Ojiro!!! Tokoyami gave me your number”
He smiled and typed a quick reply.
“Hey (Y/n).”
You replied almost instantly.
“I just wanted to say that I look forward to our date tomorrow”
“Me too.”
After that, the two of you texted back and forth, for the rest of the day and well into the night.
So when you told him you had to go to sleep he was left alone in the dark laying in bed.
He was so nervous that he couldn’t sleep, but he was also excited.
Out of all of the people you could’ve chosen, you chose him.
Ojiro hugged his tail to his chest and buried his face into the tuft of hair at the top.
He needed to go to sleep to wake up bright and early to set something up for after class.
Hopefully, he could impress you.
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