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morgana-ren · 11 months

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Morgana if Bailey and Leighton DID become love intrests, how do you think it would look like?

Also, wpuld they use pet names? If so, what pet names would they use?

I think it would be pretty interesting, actually!

They'd present the opportunity to do something entirely different than the rest of the love interests!

Not talking shit on them, but a lot of the love interests are pretty... stereotypical. You've got the stalker, the bully, the sugar daddy old enough to be your daddy, the sweet religious boy, the best friend, etc.

And they're great, actually. I love them.

But can you imagine doing something a little... different with it?

Bailey

I think Bailey's is the most unique. It wouldn't be a stereotypical Love Interest ordeal. It would very clearly be a love/hate thing, which would probably take some insanely high checks with a secret trigger, same with seducing him in his office. Kind of like a secret path you can take after the right amount of choices.

Maybe trying to seduce him multiple times results in a strange encounter. He hates it, and he has a serious problem trying to resist. So, he does what Bailey does and thinks about how he can turn a problem into an opportunity.

He can fuck one of his orphans. If it benefits him. Free stress relief and the like. He's already done it once, so what's done is done.

He'd have a love meter, but it doesn't quite... work in the same way it does with everyone else. He never gets gooey or mushy. He doesn't take you on dates or have nice dinners with you. The higher it goes, the more he just seeks you out-- maybe without even meaning to. There'd be more 'encounters' available.

Maybe something akin to a dominance meter, that if you pay your bills on time, stay out of trouble with the police and other threats, making his life easier, do what he wants in bed without whining and basically just not being a problem for him, it goes higher. You can be his little pet or helper, if it's high. He'll trust you on errands and ask you to drop off sealed paperwork or attend small meetings for him. Kind of like an assistant. He won't pay you, but he'll be a bit more lenient in the future— for a price.

Maybe some encounters similar to Whitney, where he puts you under his desk to uh.... entertain him while he works. Just walks in when you're in the bath. You'd occasionally run into him in town, where he'd save you from an assault.

"No touching my orphans-- for free."

He'd never say he loves you or anything like that. Nothing so touching. But you'd catch him staring sometimes, and he'd immediately look away. Maybe he'd stroke your hair offhandedly when he's finished with you rather than just throwing you out. You become someone he reluctantly cares for, but you'd never see it. He's still an antagonist. You're just bedding him, as far as you know. Lots of trauma. Stockholm syndrome type shit.

Maybe during an assault, you'll get out of it for free (similar to the one in school with Whitney) and they'd say something like "Isn't that Bailey's special orphan? Shit!"

He'd have some rotten encounters with the other love interests. You run into him on date night with Avery and they have the most awkward, tense conversation of all time, and Avery says something along the lines of "Is he your guardian? I don't like the way he looks at you. That's not the way a caretaker should look at their wards" or the like.

He'll actively throw Whitney out of the orphanage if he catches him, and tells him to quit sniffing around you. He couldn't afford you.

Same with Kylar, except maybe he sees Kylar as an active threat and pulls the gun out to threaten him. Tells him that if he harms a single hair on your head, he'll pay in more than just cash.

He'll come and get you if you're gone for too long. Send goons after you if Morgan has you trapped in the sewers. Show up at Eden's place for you. Same with the farm. He'll drag you back home to the orphanage and ask you exactly who the fuck it is you think you belong to. Have you hard against the desk (consensual if you're into it, nonconsensual if you ask him to stop) and warn you to stop disappearing. it wastes his time to go and look for you, so you had better stay close.

When his meter falls too low (dominance, that is) he quite literally chains you to the desk. Tells the school that you've fallen ill and won't be there for a while, and just... keeps you there until he's comfortable enough to release you. It's sort of like a soft bad end until you regain his trust.

He cannot be dismissed. This is permanent. Once you've got his attention, you have his attention. You wanted it so badly, and now you'll deal with the consequences.

Something along that vein is what I picture for Bailey without getting too OOC.

Leighton

Leighton is a little bit more straight forward. Triggered by consensually sleeping with him at the brothel enough times and making him cum in detention and picking flirty options rather than bitchy ones. Basically, you catch his attention, and he decides he wants to keep you around. He notices your 'little crush' on him and decides to take advantage.

So he makes some sort of excuse to keep you around more often. Maybe gives you an optional afterschool job in the office until it closes when he goes home so that you can be close. You can go to his office to trigger some events. Sorting files for him, sitting on his lap as he works, consensual photoshoots for him, letting him eat you out as you try to focus on his extra paperwork.

Detention is still detention, but there's a more sexual spin on it. Er— more of one than there already is. Instead of "I will obey the rules" over and over on the blackboard, he has you strip and write "I will obey my headmaster" over and over. Your spanking punishments turn into raw dogging. He 'helps' you wash his car, awfully hands-on. Puts it in your ass raw if you've been particularly naughty.

He's super into the power dynamic, and the headmaster/school girl thing gets him off, so a lot of your encounters are education themed. He's 'teaching' you. Showing you how to please a man. Health education lessons. Will spoon his seed into your mouth while rattling off the benefits of swallowing cum.

At the brothel, he'll still occasionally invite another student to join you, but he'll also just do single encounters with you, and he'll pay you more— or not at all, depending.

You basically become a literal teacher's pet.

He can't really take you out in public for obvious reasons, but sometimes he'll take you to a restaurant outside of town and call you his daughter or his niece to anyone who asks. He might try to sneak you off to a hotel on the weekends, making some excuse about a student conference or special project. Sometimes he'll let you stay after school and drink with him in his office. Once his love is high enough, he'll unlock the school during the weekend and you can find him there during the day and do some... 'Roleplay' with him.

(does it count as roleplay if he's actually your teacher and you're actually his student?)

He'll start coming to your around town performances, whether it's at the sex shop or the museum. Always takes photos. He will 'reward' high grades and 'discipline' delinquency.

Does not get on with your other love interests. He's arguably the creepiest. Will deliberately separate you and Robin, and make crude remarks to Whitney about you. Won't spank Sydney anymore, and will just send them out as he uhh disciplines you, making a lewd comment as he does.

If he meets Avery, he calls you his 'best little student' in a way that has his skin crawling, and winks at you as he leaves. Calls you into his office if you've been missing at another place too long— and calls Bailey regarding you, which can lead to some interesting conversation if you're romancing them both. Gives Kylar detention for circling you, telling them to stop 'harassing his top student.'

He's still a pervert, but the higher his love is, the more he fixates on you to the point it can be suffocating and extremely unsettling.

I think if I really put more thought into it, I could come up with something more comprehensive and in character. It could be a really cool little offshoot from the typical love interests and leaves some room to experiment.

As for pet names, I think Bailey tries to avoid them, but in the heat of the moment, will let something along the lines of 'daddy' slip. He's your caretaker, after all. Can't resist it. Talks a lot about how he 'owns' you and how you 'belong' to him. Says you will always belong to him as he marks up your neck. Maybe you should get it tattooed.

Basically giving you a pet name is admitting he thinks of you in a special manner, so he really tries not to. Something something 'dirty little orphan bitch' and 'my little orphan whore.' They'll be slightly kinder if he has high love, but never outright cute or kind. His best orphan, his top earner, his naive little brat. Often claims ownership of you shortly after saying it just to reassert dominance. It's just how he is.

Leighton strikes me as a complete creep. He genuinely likes when you call him headmaster or professor, but will start to slip into 'uncle' territory once he trusts you. Possibly even daddy. He gets off on the age difference and the power imbalance. Really gets off.

You're little girl, his darling student, his precious pet. His loving niece, so attentive to uncle's needs. He gets really eerie with it is what I'm saying. During sex, he's still demeaning. Filthy little whore, headmaster's personal dirty slut. Makes up scenarios about you fucking him to get your grades up, even if that's not the case. Like gets real weird with it.

Like "Do you like when Uncle Leighton's cock makes you to feel good, little girl?" And "you're headmaster's dirty little secret." Territory.

A real winner, he is.

#morgana and friends #degrees of lewdity #this is just sorta rattled off the top of my head #always open to suggestions too #i think with time and love and care i could make a legitimate mod layout for it #i know its ooc but like they arent technically love interests so i gotta push it #may also be letting my personal creepiness shine through here #but i mean... they ARE creepy and awful

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devourable · 7 months

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your first time • yanderes x reader, part one

nsfw, minors and ageless dni ;; smut (duh), virgin top x bottom gn reader, various kinks that will be tagged per character.

ft. abraham (yandere church boy), sterling (yandere prodigy), gene (yandere hacker), tobias and sebastian (yandere best friends), and mykolas (yandere monster)

this part will just be the guys (excluding the delinquents)! i wanted to put most of my polyamorous groups as well as the girls and enbies in part two. decided last minute to change it a bit and make it sort of ambiguous as to if the reader is a virgin or not. regardless!

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the church boy — abraham atkins ;; dacryphilia, elements of sizeplay, mentions of religion

abraham thought his first time would be well into the future, after he’d gotten married at his church and whisked off to start his own family like his father before him. it was just a part of life to him, not something to really care about or look forward to; but it was supposed to happen that way. but abe… he just couldn’t resist you!

he knew he shouldve stopped you the moment you had found yourself on his lap, pinning him to his bed after what was supposed to be an sleepover had gone completely off course. and he should’ve stopped you when you got your tongue in his mouth, grinded on him, getting him hard for practically the first time in his life. he should’ve stopped things before they went too far — but he couldn’t stop you. or himself, after he started to clumsily hump you back, his hands finding and delicately groping your ass in an attempt to figure out how he could fit against you best. abe has such an innocent hunger about him, he so desperately wants more — more what, exactly? he doesn't really know. you definitely end up having to take lead because he wholeheartedly doesn't know what he's doing.

but once you coax him out of his nerves and a bit of trial and error (he absolutely wouldn't have fit in you dry; and even after you taught him how to work you open and got his dick wet enough, it was still a tight fit!), you finally, finally get him inside you. and abe, poor abe didn't even know what hit him. despite the tears tumbling down his face purely from how good you felt around him, despite the deep rooted guilt of committing such a sin with the one he loved clawing at his chest, he couldn’t help how brutally he ended up fucking you. he’d pour out all of his pent up desire into you in one night, fucking you through climax after climax till you were seeing stars too.

the prodigy — sterling cygnus ;; overstimulation, risky(ish) setting/exhibitionism

it must all be a game to you, his feelings and this weird dynamic in your relationship. even when the two of you actually start dating (…sorta), he still had it in his head that you were just trying to fuck with him. what other reason could there be to explain how he felt aside from it being your fault?

it was when the two of you were in his dorm that he actually decided to push your boundaries, see what you would let him do before your ‘facade’ finally cracked. but you didn’t stop him when he pinned you against your bed, or when he started kissing you, or when the kiss transformed into an unintentionally heated makeout session. it wasn’t until you had started to pull off your shirt and palm at him through his pants that he started to think that you might’ve actually wanted him.

sterling didn’t really know how it went so far, but he stopped caring when the absolute carnal need to just feel you took over his brain. you must’ve assumed that he didn’t know how to make you feel good because he’s inexperienced, right? no? well, he doesn’t believe you. and to ensure you do, you’re not getting out of that dorm until he’s made you cum on him again, and again, and again. you’d have to think he’s playing with you at some point with how often he switches between fucking you and fingering you — he insists on making you cum both ways as many times as you can handle. he’s rattling the walls and got you sobbing his name so loud that no doubt the entire dorm can hear you (the walls were never that thick to begin with anyway). he relishes in not only knowing he’s completely claimed you, but now all of your colleagues will know too. he doesn’t care how much of a mess he’s making with your insides or how much of him spills out of you, nor does he care if you’re exhausted and sore from the waist down. you’re not done until he’s done with you — and being the overachiever he is, who knows when that’ll be? he’d hate to leave you thinking he’s anything but your number one.

the hacker — gene eliades ;; a lil dubcon-y, filming w/o reader’s knowledge

gene had waited for you to make a move on him first, he really did. he even tried enticing you in his own way, always sitting with his legs open so you could see the very clear outline of his dick through his pants, sitting you on his lap when he was working and keeping a hand on your body at all times. he’d kiss you, tell you how crazy you drove him, anything to give you an idea of what he wanted. but you never took that extra step and it left him wondering if it was because you were toying with him or if you really were that dense. either way, he had had enough, and after one particular day where the need burning in the pit of his stomach just wouldn’t go away, he decided that he wouldn’t wait anymore.

when you tried to slip off of his leg to do something, his arm curled around your waist and pulled you square into his lap, making sure you felt every inch of his erection against your ass. you were so irresponsible, constantly getting him riled up and never doing anything about it. did you even like him at all? regardless of your answer he was already sliding his hands under your clothes, groping your chest with one and working your bottoms down with the other.

it was unceremonious, the way gene bent you over his desk and buried himself up to the hilt in you before you could even voice any potential protests. but the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you made your mind go blank, unable to do anything but moan his name every time he pulled you back against him. god, he loved hearing the way you whimpered for him, feeling you stretch around him when he fucked you just a bit too hard, the way your hips fit so nicely in his hands.

it was a good thing you were too fucked out to notice the little light next to his webcam aimed down at you. you wouldn’t mind if you did, he assumed — there was nothing wrong with wanting to remember this moment later, was there?

the boys next door — tobias & sebastian ;; double penetration, threesome

the pair had fantasized about losing their virginity to you years before it actually happened. the amount of times they’d gotten each other off with your name falling from their lips was too many to count, but god knows it just wasn’t enough for the two. but they never acted on those feelings, not until they had planned out the day to ensure it would be perfect.

you did find it a bit suspicious that the first time you were all free for the weekend at the same time was on the night that toby’s parents went out for an unplanned vacation, but you easily overlooked it when the pair offered you a sleepover (for old time’s sake!), bribed with promises of your favorite snacks and whatever movies you wanted to watch. you were sandwiched between the two in your best friend’s room, oh so aware of the growing tension but unsure where it was leading to — but then toby suddenly asked to kiss you. and what you assumed would be a playful peck ended with you pinned to the bed with tobias holding your wrists while sebastian made himself comfortable between your legs.

they really like you, and they know you like them too — you wanna be their first, don’t you? be their special someone? that’s what toby’s asking between kisses while seb’s lifting your shirt and sliding a hand down the front of your pants. it wasn’t until you finally gave them the permission they’d waited so long for that the pair allowed themself to really get the night started.

toby was the first to break you in while seb held you in his lap. it was a shame the pair didn’t think to record the moment… the face you made when toby fucked into you was so cute! and the noise you made when seb slid under you to try and squeeze into you alongside toby would play in their minds over and over again. they might’ve pushed you a bit too hard, stretching you well beyond your limit without even letting you catch your breath. they just couldn’t resist! you were clamping down on them, sucking them both in like you didn’t wanna let them go. it felt so good to make you cum.

the two were still up long after you had passed out, ogling your ruined state with an undeniable urge to fuck you up even more. they saw it like a badge of honor, proof that you’d always be theirs. the two would let you rest for the time being, but don’t worry — they still had an entire weekend with you ahead, and they didn’t plan on letting you step foot outside that house till their time was up.

the beast — mykolas ;; teratophilia (duh), size difference, outercourse/thighfucking

mykolas really, really didn’t want to hurt you. he was well aware of how big he was, especially compared to you — if you got hurt because he couldn’t control himself, he wouldn’t know what to do!

all of those thoughts were completely disregarded when he started rutting, though. the poor monster couldn’t think straight with his hormones running amok, and you being you — so soft, so small, so vulnerable, it was like you were designed to torture him through the season. you’d very quickly catch on to what was happening to your monstrous partner, considering you’d often be woken up by him grinding up against your back or stomach in a desperate bid to try and relieve the borderline painfully throbbing cock that was bothering him more and more these days. and though he’d never make his needs known vocally, you could just tell — that sad, pleading look he’d give you every time you looked at his pitiful form was just begging you to take care of him.

you knew for certain that you couldn’t just fuck him in his current state. his cock practically matched the length of your torso! and with how reckless his hormones were making him, the possibility of him ‘accidentally’ making you take more than you could handle was too high, even if you did try to take control. so to work around this problem, you opted to get a bit creative with your methods.

mykolas didn’t quite understand what was going on at first when you bent over in front of him, pants pulled down to your knees. but when you guided him between your legs and clamped your thighs around his length, you could tell the switch in his brain had flipped and he completely allowed instinct to take over. you had no clue just how good it’d feel when mykolas’s hard, wet cock rutted against you relentlessly until he was gripping your waist and pulling you against him, fucking your thighs like you were his living fleshlight. but fuck, the way he managed to slide against every sensitive spot he had access to despite his carnal state was nearly driving you insane. and mykolas delighted in the way you clawed at the ground and mewled for him, your voice so pretty when you stammered out his name. it didn’t take long for either of you to cum at that rate.

despite the mess mykolas made of your thighs and stomach, though, he wouldn’t let you get off him. he’d been pent up for so long, repressing his desire to mate with you, he couldn’t just stop there! so he went again, and again, humping you in any position he could think of, pinning you down, thoroughly wrecking you as best as he could. you were gonna be in for a rough mating season now that mykie knew how to relieve himself with you — but you didn’t mind, he assumed. you were the one that showed him how to feel better, after all.

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uglypastels · 2 years

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wearing eddie’s hellfire shirt and him just sorta malfunctioning when he sees you >>>

no but you are so right!!

no explicit warnings?? morning after. kissing/making out. swearing.

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‘Baaaaabe’, Eddie groaned as he felt the other side of the bed lose its warmth. You had woken up a few minutes ago and told him you would be back in a second, yet many seconds passed. You still were nowhere to be seen… not that he did see anything as Eddie had his face burrowed deep into his pillow, trying not to wake up properly just yet. ‘Come back to bed; I miss you.’ His voice sounded muffled through the pillow, but it carried through the entire trailer.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ you couldn’t help but laugh as you jogged back into his bedroom. You were greeted with the sight of Eddie’s bare back, his arms spread wildly, his hair a nest atop his head. Your clothes were splayed all over the room, together with his, as a result of the night before.

‘Are you there?’ he mumbled, shuffling around, not getting up just yet. ‘Stop staring and just get in here.’ His voice was so gravelly and coarse, having just woken up.

‘I wasn’t staring,’ you denied the allegation, most definitely doing what you were being accused of as you leaned against the door, with the goofiest smile on your smile. You couldn’t believe that this got to be your morning, and it could become a regular thing, too.

‘Yeah, yeah, and I’m not— is that my shirt?’ Eddie had finally rolled over and looked over his shoulder at you, and the sight of you standing before the bed immediately made him lose track of any of his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes open quickly.

‘Oh, uhh, yeah. I couldn’t find my shirt, so I just took yours– I hope that’s alright?’ maybe you should have asked before just taking and putting it on. You were ready to apologise and take it off, but Eddie stepped in:

‘Yeah, absolutely, sweetheart. Fuck— you look–’ he laughed sheepishly, completely lost for words.

‘Look what?’ you couldn’t help but tease his rattled expression. Eddie just looked so cute when he was flustered.

‘Just– ugh, there are no words.’ he grabbed for his chest, pouting dramatically. But you weren’t easily satisfied.

‘C’mon, try.’

‘Will you at least get back in bed if I do?’ he bargained.

‘I think that depends on what you decide to say next, isn’t it?’

‘Oh, you are cruel,’ he glared at you, to which you only responded with a shrug. Eddie laughed to himself. ‘You… are… just the most…oh fuck, please just come here.’

‘You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson.’ You rolled your eyes, walking over back to the bed. But even that took too long for Eddie’s liking, and he pulled you in by the arm as soon as he could reach you, making you fall right on top of him. His arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly, kissing every inch of your skin accessible to him.

‘All this because of a shirt?’ you asked, giggling, knowing fully well you could get so much worse about him for so much less. He kept kissing you but nodded at your question.

‘Don’t you ever take it off,’ he said once he pulled away from your collarbone to look you in the eyes. ‘This might honestly be the hottest thing you’ve ever worn.’

‘A bit conceited, considering it's your shirt.’ you booped his nose with your finger, which Eddie tried to catch with his teeth before you pulled back. At this moment, you were sitting in his lap; legs draped over his from each side.

‘You know what I mean.’ He kissed your neck a second after saying that, and you would have replied with something witty that might have ruined the moment because you would both burst out laughing, but his touch felt too good.

‘Ok, I’m getting a bit cold now; let me get back under.’ Much to Eddie’s protests, you got off his lap and slipped under the blanket. Eddie was, of course, quick to pull you into a tight embrace and made sure you warmed up quickly. Spooning you from behind in the early morning hours, you could fall back to sleep if it weren’t for the feeling that someone kept looking at you.

‘Stop staring,’ you mumbled, poking him.

‘Wasn’t.’ He mumbled right back, kissing your shoulder. ‘Logistically impossible from this angle.’

the end.

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

hehe a new fic, this honestly started as a one shot and then I got carried away, what’s new. excited to explore this sorta-enemies to sorta-friends to lovers idea!!! lmk what you think :) (the summary is weak, I’ll update it tomorrow when I have more brain capacity)

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

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warnings: jake’s an ass but he redeems himself, mentions of death, language, think that’s it

“What the fuck, Bagman?” you asked, storming after him through the hangar.

“Can I help you with something, Cobra?” He turned to face you, that megawatt smirk stopping you in your tracks as a new wave of anger rolled through you.

“Just living up to your name, are we? What the hell was that up there?” You threw your helmet down on a nearby table and stared up at him with an intensity he had to genuinely try not to be rattled by. “We’re supposed to be teaching them something, us staying at Top Gun is not an excuse for you to fuck off and showboat and play darts at the Hard Deck every night.”

“I think I did teach them something, sweetheart.” His nonchalance was infuriating, prickling your skin and filling you with a desire to hit him.

“And what the hell might that be?” you questioned.

“What to do if you find yourself without a wingman. You know better than anyone it can happen in the blink of an eye,” he said and you felt your heart drop. Somewhere behind you Bob dropped his coffee cup, the sound of ceramic colliding with the concrete registering faintly in the back of your mind as you stared at Hangman. Rooster and Phoenix had been watching from a few feet away, casually enjoying the latest Cobra-Hangman showdown but now looked between the two of you in utter horror at the words Hangman dared to speak.

“Cobra-” Hangman started, realizing what he had said too late. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant,” he took a step towards you, arms outstretched as if he wanted to pull you in but you took a step back, shaking your head at him.

“You said it, Hangman, least you could do is be a man and own it.” you sneered, giving him one last look laced with disappointment and disgust as you pushed past him. Rooster went to follow you but Phoenix stopped him.

“Give her a minute,” she muttered, walking up to Hangman. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked and he was at a loss for words. She just nodded her head and walked towards the door you had just stormed through, “she genuinely cares about you, you know,” she said, stopping at the door and calling out to him, “you have a shitty way of returning the favor.”

You sat on a bench in the locker room, your flight suit you’d just kicked off crumpled at your feet as Rooster slowly approached and sat beside you. “I’m fine, Roo, don’t need to check on me.”

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he replied. “It was a low blow. I’m the last person to defend him, but for what it’s worth I genuinely don’t think he meant anything by it.”

“Hard to miss the subtext, Rooster.” you sighed, appreciating the fact that the two of them had gotten to the point where he would even be having this conversation with you, but not sharing the same outlook on Hangman’s jab. “It’s on me for believing that he’d changed, even a little, after the mission. It’s Hangman’s world, we’re all just living in it.”

It was Rooster’s turn to sigh, “I think he has, Cobra, he’s just… you know how he is, he gets challenged and he slips back into asshole-Hangman to overcompensate and protect himself from it, and 90 percent of your interactions are you challenging him. I think you should talk to him, if it’s any consolation he looked like a kicked puppy when you walked away.”

“It's a little bit of a consolation,” you laughed dryly. He leaned in to kiss your temple before standing and leaving you alone with your thoughts. Being stationed to North Island as the newly-official Dagger Squad had brought you peace and comfort, teaching at Top Gun for the last month was a well-needed and well-deserved break for all of you, and you’d grown so much closer knowing when you eventually were deployed again it would be together. They had all been there right after you lost your wingman. You were assigned to the detachment only a few weeks after, your commanding officer had said something about regretting the timing of it but your presence on the mission was a direct order from way up. They’d all seen how it affected you in the air and on the ground, watching as you fought against the tidal wave of emotions threatening to pull you under every day, and were the very reason you stayed afloat and earned a place among the selected members for the mission.

Hangman had made great strides, losing some of the bravado and being more of a team player. Until he met you, he’d never seen firsthand the effect losing a teammate had on someone. He hadn’t admitted it aloud to anyone, but your panicked shouts over the radio when being ordered to stay on track after Maverick and Rooster went down struck him to his very core, had awoken something in him he didn’t even know was there. He couldn’t handle hearing your distress, let alone seeing it when you arrived back and tuned out every order to fly after them, to go against his own callsign and put his ass on the line for his teammates. Ever since that day he’d been different, kinder and softer, while still maintaining some of that cocky arrogance that was simply just a Hangman thing. You’d seen the progress before your very eyes, watched him grow and become a better human and better pilot, and you tried to remind yourself of that but the sting of him throwing the loss of your wingman in your face overpowered it all, it opened a pit in your stomach and had tears stinging at your eyes as you quickly stood to gather your belongings and go home.

Home was what you had needed. A hot shower and the lack of your stiff uniform allowed you room to breathe, room to just be without worrying about the eyes of your teammates, your students, and your superiors. You’d known from the beginning, from the moment you put the pen to your Naval Academy application that you were choosing one of the hardest paths available to you. It was a hard enough road on it’s own, but throw in the simple fact of being a woman had you working ten times harder for a fraction of the praise and recognition until you finally clawed your way up, established yourself as one of the best, earned a call sign that echoed throughout bases across the world. It had angered you at first, being told ‘huh, I expected you to be a guy,’ when people finally got to put a face to the name, but that had all changed when you met Hangman.

“And what do we have here?” The tall blonde asked, oozing arrogance as his eyes trailed your form.

“Cobra,” you introduced, eyes narrowing and mouth turning down in disgust at the feeling of his eyes looking everywhere but your own.

“Cobra? The Cobra? Well damn, I guess I should have figured you’d be joining us. Best of the best and all. Have to say sweetheart, you are exactly what I pictured.” Your resolve broke, raising an eyebrow and looking at him inquisitively. This was a first, normally people couldn’t wait to tell you how much you were not what they imagined.

“Is that so? Are you saying that to butter me up or did you really not picture a Keanu Reeves type?”

“No way, the stories I’ve heard about you, darlin’? Only a woman could be that calculated.”

Hangman saw you, like really saw you, as much as it was a fact you hated to admit. You two were more alike than not, two hotshot pilots with something to prove and tongues sharper than knives. Before he’d even met you he knew you had the same fire and hunger as him, someone who simply wouldn’t accept not being the best even if it killed you. You had something most people didn’t, Hangman’s respect, and that always showed even when you were nose-to-nose screaming in each other’s faces, cursing the very moment the other was born.

Your phone dinged from its abandoned spot on the couch next to you, pulling your eyes from the spot on the wall they’d been boring a hole into as your thoughts ran rampant.

Ken Doll: I’m outside.

You sighed, setting your phone back down, keen on ignoring it and letting him sit out there as long as he liked until he finally went home. Your leg began shaking as your foot tapped erratically on the floor below you, watching the hands tick by signaling one minute… three minutes… ten minutes.

Ken Doll: Please?

You stood, marching to your front door and throwing it open to reveal a Hangman you’d only ever seen once before. There was no smirk, no biting comment about taking your time, no cocky attitude, all that was before you was a guilty man who, quite honestly, looked like shit.

“I’m sorry.”

“Got it,” you said, already angling to close your door in his face, but he stuck his foot out, wincing as the sharp edge of the wood dug in before bouncing back.

“Look, I get you’re pissed but knock it off.” he said, exhaling sharply as he pushed your door all the way open and into your home as you stumbled backwards and looked at him bewildered.

“Excuse me?”

“I did a shitty thing, but you say all the time we’re a family so let’s act like it. Families fuck up and then they talk about it, so let’s talk,” he walked over to your couch and sat down right in the spot you were previously occupying. Your face contorted into something resembling confusion as you tentatively walked to the couch and sat, keeping as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“Alright, talk,” you said exasperated, gesturing as if to say the floor is yours.

“I shouldn’t have left you wide open in the air like that. You were right, that’s not what we’re here to do and I should have been there to cover you. I don’t know if it’s any consolation, but you really didn’t need me... regardless, you shouldn’t have been in the position of having to figure it out on your own,” his tone was gentle and you took a moment to wonder if you preferred this Hangman or the one from a few hours ago. At least with the latter you knew how to handle it and what to expect, this was uncharted territory and you fiddled with your fingers in discomfort.

“Is that all?” you asked, your voice small.

“No, I shouldn’t have said that. You were standing there yelling at me and you had that look in your eyes that honestly scares the shit out of me, and I don’t know… old Hangman took over and wanted to hit you where it would hurt, but I- I don’t want to be that anymore. You drive me nuts and genuinely piss me off more than anyone I’ve ever met, but I don’t want to actually hurt you and I’m sorry that I did.”

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” you all but muttered, keeping your gaze anywhere but on him as you pretended to be interested in the hem of your sweatshirt. It was silent for a moment as Hangman tried to formulate a response but he didn’t really have one, he desperately wished that you would say more than that. This was uncharted territory for him too, he’d spent ten minutes in his car reading articles from therapy websites about how to genuinely apologize to make sure he got it right, knowing if he didn’t he’d only make things worse. You were sitting there a few feet away from him, refusing to look at him and fiddling with your sweatshirt and he felt like he might throw up, almost wishing you were screaming at him instead of looking so small. He’s fucked up with you a dozen times in the past, whether it be pissing you off in the air or taking the friendly fire a little too far when playing pool at the Hard Deck but this was different, it was personal and pointed directly at your deepest hurt. You two were the least-close of the entire squad, your friendship being summed up into competition and the occasional surface-level conversation over a beer when everyone else busied themselves elsewhere, and Hangman had worked overtime to get it to that point. He didn’t know if he could handle you going back to ignoring him over this misstep.

He felt panic bubble in his chest as he saw a tear slide down your cheek, “fuck, Cobra,” he scooted closer to you and your body went rigid with his proximity, “I said something stupid and now you’re crying, and I- tell me how I can fix this.”

You just shook your head, “although I’m not surprised your immediate thought is this being about you,” you said with a soft laugh as you wiped your cheeks, “I was actually thinking about Henry.” Hangman relaxed a little, waiting for you to continue, “I think he would’ve liked you to be honest. He was constantly on my ass… he always said his day of work wasn’t done unless he had humbled me at least once,” you laughed again, “if he were here he would tell me to let this go, to stop being mad at you and focus on why it actually upset me.”

“You’ve never talked about him before,” he commented, now that he thought about it he’d never even heard you say his name. He only knew it through overhearing a conversation between Cyclone and Maverick. Maverick had been fighting tooth and nail for you while Cyclone thought you were a ticking time bomb that needed to be grounded. It didn’t take long for everyone to piece together what had happened, the way you snapped like a rubber band every time Hangman lived up to his name, the way Maverick treated you with a gentleness he didn’t have for anyone else… not even Rooster. The final clue was a night out that first week, you’d been talking about your former teams and Phoenix had told a funny story about her old wingman, something you’d thought Henry would find hysterical. You’d pulled your phone out and started to say ‘oh my god, I have got to tell mine-” before your face fell, immediately putting a wall up and trying to push past it like you’d never opened your mouth. Hangman had relayed the overheard conversation and from that moment on it was an unspoken truth everyone knew but didn’t acknowledge directly, giving you support when you needed it without addressing the elephant in the room.

“Most of the time it doesn’t feel like it actually happened, like it was maybe just a bad dream. I’m pretty sure my brain tricks me into thinking he’s just with a new squad on deployment because it’s easier than the alternative. I’m not angry about what you said, I’m angry that you reminded me.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he processed what you said, the words splitting his heart in two. “Cobra, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head, “I mean… it is but, it’s just one of those things, you know? I could have just as easily been reminded by a memory from my Instagram stories or an old squadmate reaching out. I don’t really have anything to be mad at you for… this is what we do, we yell at each other and say things we don’t really mean.”

“Do you ever think maybe we shouldn’t do that?” he asked.

“No. I like our dynamic, I don’t know why I didn’t realize it until today but it reminds me of what I had with Henry, the only thing missing is the actual friendship part.” You smiled sadly, feeling like it was maybe a harsh thing to say.

“I’d like to be your friend, like… your actual friend. Not just someone you spar with and get your ass kicked by in pool.”

You scoffed, “you don’t always kick my ass.”

“Percentage wise, I’m pretty sure I come out on top.”

“Have you been keeping count?”

“Not really, but I just know I’ve won more than you have.”

“Oh, you just know? That’s some bulletproof evidence, Seresin, when your career in aviation crashes and burns I think you’ve got a real shot at making it as a lawyer.” He chuckled at your response, happy to see you coming back out of your shell.

“What do you say, Rattlesnake, wanna be real friends?” he asked, extending his hand.

“That’s not my name, you’re off to a bad start.” He just raised an eyebrow at you and you cracked, smiling and shaking on it, “real friends.”

“Who knows, maybe more... I’m told my charm is irresistible,” he said with that famous smirk, using the leverage of still holding your hand to pull you closer and you just laughed before shoving him.

“Yeah, in your dreams, Bagman.”

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franciegummstarstruck · 9 months

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My new JG fanfic, "Soldier Boy"..

Judy was seated in a sleek set chair, lightly puffing on a cigarette while listening to another one of Mr. Louis B. Mayer's lectures inside his stark white pretentious studio office.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Judy. Your mother has informed me that you're spending too much time at night clubs. Dating men twice your age and staying out much too late for a girl your age.." Mr. Mayer grumbled while organizing a stack of papers on his enormous desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayer. I will try to get in earlier..but I am over eighteen. And I can assure you, the men I go out with are complete gentlemen." Judy confidently replied.

"All gentlemen are wolves." he retorted.

Judy low-spiritedly looked down at her lap.

"Why, a young lady like you can get in all kinds of trouble running around night clubs with over sexed actors and Latin lovers. Just the other day, I read in some movie magazine that you and Tony Martin were seen French kissing over cocktails at Ciro's!"

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes popped out and her mouth fell open.

"But, Mr. Mayer. That never happened. Although, I admit it would've been sorta nice if it had.." she replied with a teasing smile.

"Stop behaving like a silly schoolgirl! This studio is not paying you to flounce around Hollywood as a party girl. You are one of the most important stars on the lot and we're going to make sure your reputation stays untarnished." he fired back.

Judy soberly looked at Mr. Mayer and gently put out her cigarette in the ceramic ash tray resting on the studio executive's desk.

"And that's another thing..you're not to be seen smoking in public. Photographers are everywhere in this town...it's bad for publicity. Your wholesome image is important. The studio is going to protect that image for as long as you're under contract here, young lady." Mr. Mayer continued.

"Greer Garson smokes in public." the pretty young actress spoke up.

Mr. Mayer flashed a stern look at Judy.

"Ms. Garson isn't America's little sweetheart."

"America's little sweetheart? I thought that was Shirley Temple." Judy sassily replied with a cute chuckle.

Unamused, Louis B. Mayer straightened his necktie and took off his glasses to clean them with a nearby handkerchief.

"Judy, I want you to know that I've come to think of you like a daughter. I'm proud of you. So proud of your work. Don't you realize that whatever I advise you to do or not do is for your own good?"

Judy dutifully nodded with a sigh.

At that moment, Mr. Mayer sprung up from his leather chair.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I visited the set of "Naughty Marietta" back in 35' and directed a scene with Jeanette MacDonald?" he boasted, putting his spectacles back on.

"Yes, Mr. Mayer, I think so." Judy answered.

Of course, she had heard him recount that tiresome story many times before in meetings over the years, but always listened with wide-eyed eagerness.

"There was this long flight of stairs..and I showed Jeanette exactly how she should glide down those steps into Nelson Eddy's arms.." Mr. Mayer dramatically rattled on, taking out of his desk drawer an old ostentatious wig.

"So help me, if he puts that ghastly thing on top of his head and starts singing I'm leaving.." Judy mused.

Mr. Mayer went on and on about how he saved the picture from disaster and with steel tears in his eyes began to croon a few lines of "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" while pretending to showgirl-like walk down a flight of imaginary stairs.

Judy held back from wanting to burst out with laughter watching this grown man cavort around the room like an idiot.

Just then, there was a brisk knock on the door, interrupting Mr. Mayer's impromptu performance. All at once, the movie mogul halted his act.

"WHO IS IT?!" he belted out, wiping his brow with a hankie.

The door swung open and to Judy's sweet surprise, there stood a tall, gorgeous Navy sailor boy.

"Who are you?" Mr. Mayer snapped.

"I'm Guy Madison. I had an appointment today, sir." the serviceman answered with an apprehensive smile.

Judy turned around in her chair and felt her heart flip looking up at the hunky young man.

Louis B. Mayer glanced down at his wrist watch.

"Oh, that's right. It completely slipped my mind. Well, you'll have to come back in another hour, young man. I'm running a little behind schedule today." he brashly replied, clearing his throat.

The wavy haired young man glanced down at Judy for a moment.

"Oh, excuse me. How do you do?" he shyly mumbled.

Mr. Mayer took his wallet out of his suit pocket and frisked out a few dollar bills.

"Here, go and get yourself some lunch at the commissary. And keep the change."

"OK. Thank you, sir." he said, briefly stepping inside the office to take the cash from Louis B. Mayer's right hand.

Judy pensively watched young Mr. Madison scat out of the room while Mr. Mayer returned to his desk.

"Ok, Judy. That's all for today. You can go now and enjoy your lunch, too. But, remember..no splitting a burger with another actor or indulging in a slice of cake. You have to stay pretty and slim for the camera."

"Yes, Mr. Mayer." she muttered in a lamblike tone. "I've got to find myself another job." Judy thought to herself.

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Arriving at the studio commissary, Judy decidedly joined a table occupied by fellow starlets, Ann Rutherford and bathing beauty newcomer Esther Williams. The ladies exchanged pleasantries and then dived into usual girl talk after ordering their lunch plates.

Judy was served a pineapple cottage cheese salad with a bowl of chicken broth soup and a small glass of coke. While Ann and Esther were indulging in big fat juicy cheese burgers and tall milk shakes. Both gals offered to split their burgers with Judy but she politely refused. She had to stick to a strict low-calorie diet at the studio in order to stay on the payroll.

"Gee, Judy. I don't know how you do it. I'd faint from hunger if I had to follow a liquid diet like that!" Ann exclaimed.

"Believe me, it's not easy. But, what can I do about it? I have to keep myself slim for the movies." Judy replied, sipping her bland soup.

"You need to revolt! You're one of the biggest stars at MGM. They need you more than you need them. Movie goers love you..and it has nothing to do with how slim you look." Esther spoke up.

"That's easy for you to say, darling. You can eat anything and not gain a pound!" Judy quickly responded.

"It's all that swimming Essie does" Ann chimed in.

"That's true..the studio has me kicking underwater most of the time!" Esther replied with a wry chuckle.

Just then, a good-looking serviceman, seated all alone at a table, caught the attention of Ann.

"Who's that dreamboat?" she uttered while finishing her strawberry milkshake.

Judy and Esther turned around to look at the handsome gentleman from across the room.

"Wow. He is dreamy. I've never seen him before. Must be a new guy around here.." Esther said, swooning.

"He is a new guy around here. His name is Guy Madison." Judy nonchalantly replied.

"You mean to say that, that cute guy's first name is Guy?!" Ann inquired with a giggle.

Judy smiled and nodded.

"That's right! We met informally in Mr. Mayer's office this morning.."

Esther softly interrupted, "Don't look now..but he's looking your way, Judy."

"He probably wants to come over to our table and strike up a conversation. Well, whatever..I've got to run, girls. I have a hairdresser appointment. The next time you see me, I'll be a redhead!" Ann lively expressed, rising from her chair.

The ladies heartily giggled.

Then, Esther looked down at her tiny gold wristwatch.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm gonna have to scat too. I have a meeting with some photographers at the pool. Call me later, Judy honey. You can tell me how it worked out with your sigh guy." she exclaimed with a wink.

After Ann and Esther said, "Toodles" to Judy, the dashing young sailor made his way over to her table.

"Hello, again." he warmly said, with a nice grin.

Judy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach.

"Hello." she uttered with an inviting smile back.

"May I join you for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." she replied.

Guy took a seat straight across from Judy at her table.

"You're awfully pretty close-up..you know, you're the first movie star that's said a word to me all day...I guess around here I kinda look like a misfit..my Navy uniform and everything.." he rambled on in a sweet, vulnerable manner.

"Gee whiz. He's so open and genuine, it's refreshing. Not like most of the men I've dated" Judy mused.

"Are you an actor?" she asked.

"No, but my agent thinks I could be." Guy replied with a boyish grin.

A waitress came by with the serviceman's lunch after realizing he moved to Miss Garland's table. A large delicious looking steak sandwich with hash browns and onion rings. And a cup of coffee.

"This looks great, thank you." he said, looking up at the waitress.

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes widened, eyeing all that scrumptious food across the table.

Guy couldn't help but see her reaction and remarked, "Would you like half of my sandwich? The lunch they served you certainly didn't look very filling."

"Thank you..but I'm not allowed to split a sandwich with another actor. I'm on a strict diet. Studio rules." Judy replied with a deep sigh.

Guy reached for a fork and knife, cut his steak hoagie in half.

"Well, I'm not an actor yet. I'm a first class Navy seaman. So, you won't be breaking any rules."

Judy burst out with a cute giggle that wrinkled her nose.

"That's right!" she said, discreetly taking a half of Guy's tasty looking sandwich off his plate.

"I sure hope the studio doesn't put me on any crazy diet. That's if, I get employed. I'm crossing my fingers. My agent luckily got me an appointment with Mr. Mayer today. I sure hope Mr. Mayer won't hold it against me, interrupting your meeting like I did earlier. I feel like such a dope." he confided, while munching away at his lunch.

"Don't worry about that! Mr. Mayer's bark is worse than his bite! I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." she encouragingly replied, kiping an onion ring off his plate.

Guy chuckled and playfully slapped her hand.

"Tu es un mignon petit briseur de règles." he uttered.

Judy flashed a quizzical look back.

"What does that mean?"

Guy cheekily leaned forward.

"It's French for, you're a cute little rule breaker."

Judy threw back her head in laughter.

Guy picked up the menu on the table.

"Now, let's see what sounds good for dessert.." he mumbled with a grin.

"Do you speak French, fluidly?" she asked.

"Yeah. I picked it up while stationed for a few months in the South of France." he casually replied taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, I'd love to visit Paris someday!" Judy said enthusiastically.

"A couple of shipmates and I drove up to Paris for a weekend. It was beautiful, if you like old buildings, art museums, and French pastry...you know, there wasn't one hot dog stand around?" he bluntly expressed.

Judy snickered and snuck another onion ring off Guy's plate.

The good-hearted sailor boy chuckled.

"Do you like chili dogs? You know, it's kinda funny..once I ordered a bowl of chili and a hot dog at The Stork Club in New York. I poured the chili all over that hot dog and the waiter just about had a fit..not to mention my date!" he vocalized with an impish grin.

Judy chuckled.

"I love hot dogs..but I've never ordered one at a night club!" she replied.

Guy broke out with a hearty chuckle. And then, suddenly, the young man grew quiet, noticing the time on a wall clock in the commissary.

"Well, Judy. It's been a lot of fun talking with you over lunch..but, I'm gonna have to scoot. I don't want to be late for my appointment with Mr. Mayer."

"Oh, I understand. I've enjoyed our chat and thanks for sharing your lunch with me." Judy replied with a wink.

She then took a little pen out of her purse, scribbled her phone number on a napkin.

"Let me know how your meeting went later on.." Judy replied, handing the napkin to the cute sailor boy.

Guy beamed.

"Thanks, I will!..and if you're not busy tonight, would you like to see a show or go out dancing? I've heard there's a great new rhumba band at Ciro's." he mentioned.

"I'd love to. Ciro's is my favorite night spot!" Judy bubbly replied.

"Then it's a date!" he said with a big smile.

"We'll order chili and hot dogs..and you can teach me French.." she uttered with a winsome smile.

Guy burst out laughing.

"I don't think you can learn French in just one night." he quipped.

"Well, we can start with the basics. Like, for instance..a kiss.." Judy flirted back.

Guy blushed all over.

"A French kiss??"

"Yes! I'm dying to learn and this time, the press can finally print something true about me for a change!"

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Alright order up I got a scenario (Couldn’t find the tag for Casper so I’m going off on memory on what they’re like sorry if there’s any inaccuracies cause of it)

So if memory serves me right Casper has a habit of sort of watching the reader from afar for a while until they finally approach them, so I had the idea of what if when Casper is busy sneaking around to stalk the reader, the reader notices that some strange things are happening around their home. They’ll hear sounds of something outside in their backyard and when they check in the morning some things are out of place or there will be something placed there that they never had before, along with other creepy things happening around them. And while it does sorta creep reader out they start to think “Oh it’s probably just a stray animal” and they begin to leave out some things like food and maybe even toys out for this “stray animal” in hopes of seeing it and maybe even befriending it. And surprise surprise it’s not a stray animal at all it’s Casper, and they get really excited that the reader is actually giving them stuff and wants to return the favour, and Caspers gifts back just sort of escalate further and further until they gets the confidence to finally show themselves to the reader.

Apologies if this is too specific or it doesn’t fit btw it’s just what I came up with first, have a nice day :) - 👁‍🗨

(this was pretty specific so there's some derailing on my end. Hope you enjoy it though)

It starts with a rattle by the trash cans outside. The curious creature thought they could get aeaaeay with ease, but with a body as large as its that was a different feat. Stepping outside, your first thought goes to a stray animal or similar upon seeing the lid clattering to the earth below. Funny enough, everything was still in order, except for an old shirt you had tossed out after it had torn which was mysterious absent from the bin. You place the lid back on top, thinking little of it.

The following night you're greeting scratches on your front door. Whilst grabbing a late night snack, you hear the little nicks being etched into the wood. The moment you grab the door handle, they stop. As you look outside, there's nothing to see. Strange- though it stopped before you opened the door, you should've been able to see whatever it was before it got away. You inspect the frame, discovering thin lines in the wood. In a way, it almost resembles a smile. Mind on auto-pilot and assuming its just some wild creature, you pick one half of your sandwich off the plate and set it on the ground before heading off to bed. In the morning, both plate and food are gone - a single piece of candy sitting in their place.

Upon find the treat, you start to believe this isn't a stray animal; not in the traditional sense at the very least. Curious, you decided to continue this game of back and forth just to see if that's really what this was. You leave an old doll on your doorstep and comes the following morning, you find a blanket in its place. It vaguely reminds you of the one a neighbor had drapped over a plastic scarecrow passing out candy last Halloween before they moved away.

That feeling that's there's more to this growing, you leave a notebook on the porch. When you recieved it in the morning, you find nothing more than a few lines of the first page. A game of tic-tac-toe. Beneath the board is a small note.

"You first."

You draw an x in the center of the square. That night, your opponent leaves their mark in the form of a smiley face in the upper left corner. By the third night, your little game is over. It seems they took all paths that would avoid their own winning. Your opponent congrats you with a "You win!" and pile of candy on the step. There appears to be another bonus to your victory, as you spot an arrow at the bottom of the note.

Flipping the page, your stomach drops at the picture displayed. It was a drawing of a kitchen - yours to be more accurate. From lay out to appliances, your kitchen had been mirrored to the best of the artist's capabilities; you included. There were two discrepancies you noticed the longer you looked. A head poking through one of the windows, and a box on the kitchen table. The figures large, black eyes stare back at you through the paper. You can almost feel its gaze on the back of your neck.

The pit in your stomach becomes a bolder as you enter the kitchen. Just as the picture depicted, there's a white box sitting on the table. You look towards the window, feeling relieved upon finding it empty, but that still left the other problem at hand.

Nearing the box, you note a letter tucked beneath it. You choose to read it before braving whatever sat in the box, though common sense told you neither was a good option.

"Dear You,

I'm so happy. So very happy you like me too. I've watched you for a while now. Touched you too. Your skin is sweet. Sweeter than any type of candy. I normally retire at this time of year, but its much warmer by your side. Since you like me too, it would be fine if I stay, right? Writing this now, I know I still lack the courage to face you, but soon, we'll never part from each other. I've left you something, something that reminded me of you ever time it pulsed in my hands.

I love you.

-C."

You set the note again. Your fingers tremble as they pull the lid of the box upwards. You retch at the smell, near looking your control over your stomach as your eyes fall upon what lies in the box. It's a heart. Too small to be human, but a heart nonetheless. You quickly shove the lid back on and turn to flee from the house, and never look back-

And when you see it.

You hear it before anything else. Something scraping against the dark walls of your home. Its eyes slowly come into view; surrounding by a sheet of white. The splotch slowly rises from its low point against the ground, towering over you and hitting the ceiling. A hand grabs the kitchen wall, then another, untill four hands grasp ththe foundation of your home. As the figure drags itself from the shadows, what appears to be a large white cloth draps over its body. You can see the vague outline of a humanoid shape beneath, the fabric sticking as though it was another layer of skin until it reached its legs where it dangled free. As you stared into the dark pits of its yes, you saw a toothy smile mirrored in both sockets.

"I'm.. home."

#Casper my oc #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere horror #tw yandere

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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Ollie & Coco #1: Happy Birthday To Me

Masterlist

Content: Multiple whumpees, restrained, catboy whumpee, immortal whumpee, caged, asphyxiation, [non-sexual] nudity, reluctant whumper (sort of?), pet whump.

First chapter is finally here... Ollie really struggles with Coco when they first meet. it's sorta like my two personalities if they were to ever meet:3

“Good morning, my pet! I believe it’s someone’s 28th birthday today?”

Ollie groaned, pressing his face into his tied wrists as he listened to his captor’s cheery voice greet him from the top of the basement stairs. He truly just wanted to be left alone today. That was his only wish, as it had been every year since he’d been bought by Alex, and yet they continued to behave as if he hadn’t asked her repeatedly during the months leading up to his sucky, sucky birthday.

As he slowly sat up, Ollie could feel the faint dents down the entire right side of his body from sleeping on the bottom of the cage the night before, and he was not surprised to find that the circulation in his wrists was long gone. He shakily leaned against the side of the cage and glanced over at the stairs, ears flattening against his head the moment he saw Alex with a bag in her hand.

She laughed at his angry expression as she pulled a chair out from the corner of the basement and sat down with the bag now between her feet. “Wipe the look off your face,” she teased, already reaching inside to grab something out. “Don’t you want your present? I think you’ll like it.”

“You said that last year, too,” Ollie grumbled, pushing himself further against the back of the cage to avoid being within arm’s length of his captor. “I do not want whatever it is you have to give.”

It didn’t come as a surprise when Alex rolled their eyes. What did, however, was the way she extended one of their legs to kick the front of the cage. The entire thing rattled from the force of it, and he held his hands above his head to avoid as many hits as he possibly could.

“Ungrateful little shit,” she muttered. There was a small hesitation, presumably as she tried to make up her mind about something, before she reached out to unlock the gate to his cage and tossed the entire bag in with an exasperated sigh. “Not like I wanted to celebrate it anyway. Just know that whatever is in that box will suffocate unless you open it.”

Ollie clenched his jaw, waiting until he knew Alex was gone before angrily kicking the bag to the other side of the small cage. It landed against the bars with a thud, and Ollie could have sworn he heard a muffled, whiny whimper as it hit the ground again.

whatever is in that box will suffocate unless you open it.

Had she gotten him a pet of some kind? A rodent or an insect? Something for her to confiscate whenever he misbehaved? He was unsure as to why she’d bother, but a small part of him was now intrigued by whatever was inside. It wasn’t like they were down here to hurt him with whatever was inside right now. Perhaps if he opened it a certain way, he could close it all up when he was done and fake ever having opened it to begin with.

Truthfully, he was irritated with himself for feeling even an ounce of curiosity when he knew exactly what its purpose was. It was always the same - something to hurt him with.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out with his bound hands to grab the small box Alex had referenced, trying to ignore the way every joint in his body ached with each movement. Whatever was inside was clearly much smaller than the box itself. It tumbled and thunked as the box was rotated and examined, and the closer it got to his face, the more certain he became that whatever was inside was a sentient being.

“Fucking hell,” he eventually muttered as he started to carefully strip the box of its decorative ribbon. His hands shook from how starved he was, but he tried to remain as steady as possible for the sake of whoever was inside. “Do not bite me when I take this lid off or I will bite you back.”

He truly wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he opened up the box. It was too small for a hamster or most other rodents, and he wasn’t sure if Alex wanted insects crawling around in her basement.

No matter his expectations, it definitely hadn’t been for a small human-like creature to be sprawled out on the inside. Ollie had no idea how long it had been in there, but there was no way enough oxygen was getting through for it to breathe. A very small part of him was impressed that it was still alive.

“What on earth are you?” he spat, reaching inside to grab the creature by the back of Its worn-out shirt. Upon lifting it out to get a better look, he realised it had wings. Big, white wings that resembled the angels’ wings he remembered seeing throughout his childhood. “Are those- are the wings real?”

Much to his irritation, it took a moment for the creature to catch Its breath. Its body was slumped forward, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath it sucked in. Ollie felt like shaking it until it started to listen to him, but realistically he knew better than that.

Eventually, it took in one final breath and drew Its eyes upwards to see who’d been talking to it, a confused little frown on Its face. “Ollie?” it whispered shakily, seemingly disregarding Ollie’s previous questions to begin their own. “Are you Ollie? Coco’s new owner? Master said- they said that Coco was a birthday gift to him. Are you him?”

Without responding, Ollie placed it down on the ground beside him and reached across the cage for the bag. Perhaps whatever else was inside would give them both the answer to their questions, but for now…

“Yeah,” he muttered as he rummaged around inside the bag. “It seems that way. I just wanna know what you are and what to do with you. I mean - what and how the hell am I supposed to feed you?”

Coco’s reply was instant. “That’s easy! Coco does not need to eat. That is why Its master chose it as your birthday present!” it chirped. “It is yours for as long as you will have it.”

Groaning, Ollie pressed his face against his wrists for a moment; holding the handles of the bag in between his hands as he struggled to gather his thoughts. “I do not want you. You are just another tool used to get into my head.”

“No, no, Coco is much more than that!” the creature assured him. As Ollie glanced down at it, he realised it had sat down by his side and was affectionately leaning into him, despite Its size. “Coco can keep you company at night and do all the stuff you don’t wanna do. Like- like chores and stuff! It will do anything you want.”

“What I want is for you to leave me alone,” Ollie muttered as he returned to digging through the bag. Coco either hadn’t heard him or had chosen to ignore his words, because it remained by his side; fiddling absentmindedly with Its shirt as it supposedly waited for Ollie to give it something to do.

Eventually, he found a small cage. It was about the size of his entire hand. It left plenty of room for the creature to move around and do as it pleased, but prevented it from touching him unnecessarily. He decided this would do for now.

“Here,” he finally spoke up. Coco was on Its feet in an instant, bouncing on the balls of Its feet as it waited expectantly for Ollie to say something else.

He grabbed it by the back of the shirt again and placed it inside the cage before shutting the gate again. At least this cage has a flat bottom, he thought bitterly to himself as he set it down on the bottom of the cage beside him.

“Talk all you like, but you are staying in that cage.”

“Okay!” Coco readily agreed. Then, after a few moments of rather uncomfortable silence, it gasped; grabbing onto the bars of the cage to look up at Ollie again. “Fae!”

“Excuse me?”

“Fae,” it repeated. “That is what Coco is! You wanted to know, b-but Coco forgot to answer. It does that sometimes. It does not do it on purpose…”

Fae. He’d heard of those a few times over the years, but never in his life had he met or even seen one in person. This one had clearly been through a few rough years itself. The one thing he did know about fae is that they usually had healing abilities. Either this one did not, or they weren’t working all that well. It looked horrible. Scars and bruises and dried blood littered Its body, and one of Its eyes was red and irritated from god knows what. He couldn’t fathom why Alex would give him something like this. How this could possibly benefit them in any way.

There were too many questions now bottling up inside of him that he found himself quizzing it further. “Uh huh… and where did Alex get you from?”

The creature thought about it for a second. “Master rescued it from- uhm…” It paused, frowning. “Oh. Coco does not remember the name, but people go there to store things that are broken. Its old master said that’s what it was.”

“Broken?”

Coco nodded. “Yes. Broken. It made Coco very sad when he said that, but- but Its new master promised it that they would find a use for it, and they did! It gets to be yours!”

“You could be anything you want,” Ollie shook his head. “I mean - you are immortal, right? Why dedicate your life to serving people when there are so many other things you could be doing?”

That question seemed to befuddle such a simple brain. Coco had to think for a while, Its eyebrows gradually furrowing further and further inwards, while it started to fiddle with the ends of Its shirt again.

“Coco does not get much of a choice, sir. It’s just that, Coco’s purpose in life is to please, so that is what it does.”

Despite himself, Ollie found himself frowning. How long had people been telling it this, for it to believe it so strongly? He’d been forced into whatever… this was for nearly eight years now and his opinion on how he deserved to be treated hadn’t changed a bit during that time.

If he spent enough time like this, would he slowly morph into his own version of this? The thought caused a shiver down his spine.

“I do not want to own you,” he quietly protested after some time spent thinking. “Do not call me your master or- or sir or any of those stupid titles. Just call me by my name.”

It was clearly confused by the request, but the fairy made no complaint. “Yes, Ollie. Does that mean Coco gets to stay here, with you?” it asked hopefully, tiny hands grasping onto the bars of the cage as it looked up at Ollie once more. “Does that mean you will keep it?”

Irritated, Ollie groaned and tiredly buried his face against his tied wrists once more. “Not like I have a real say in the matter, but yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Now, for the love of god, please be quiet.”

“Yes, Ollie!” the creature chirped. It excitedly sat down again and crossed Its legs beneath itself, trying to cover Its lower half up with the shirt it was wearing by pulling it over Its crotch. “You won’t hear another word out of Coco! It’s not always the best at being quiet, but- but sometimes-”

“You are still talking.”

Coco’s eyes widened. “It is! It’s so sorry. P-please forgive it, it will be quiet now.”

Much to Ollie’s irritation, Coco’s noises started up again no more than five minutes later as it tried to find ways to keep itself entertained. He draped his arms over his ears and flattened his other pair against his head, desperate to drown out the incessant chattering and other mouth noises.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Lingerie

Sub!Beel x GN reader. 800 words.

warnings-making out, slight groping, feminine Beel, use of pretty boy, beel wearing lingerie

a/n. sorta abrupt ending, also not proofread.

Beelzebub had just gotten back from a workout. He had checked his phone while he was in the gym locker room, seeing a text from you talking about a surprise. His mouth was already watering at what the surprise could be. Homemade curry, fresh sushi, or even just some burgers.

He walked to your room, not noticing the lingerie set that was waiting on your bed. He tossed his duffle bag to the floor and looked around for any sign of food. Nothin. He sighed and walked over to your bed.

Then he saw the item of clothing waiting on your bed. “Oh.” He let a small smile start to form on his lips, but then he saw the small name tag ‘Beel <3’.

His eyes shot open, “Oh.” He picked up the set and looked it over, it was a really nice material. Silky and soft, something that seemed heavenly. It was a soft orange-ish color, and looked silky too. He glanced back at the door, and hurried to lock it.

Once that was done, he started to strip. His shirt first, all while trying not to get too giddy about you seeing him. His shorts were next, along with his boxers. He pulled the silk material around his waist and tried clasping the bra around his back.

Though before he was done he heard the door knob rattle, his heart leapt into his throat. He was scared of what his brothers might think. How they might think he was a weirdo for wearing womens clothes. But when he heard your voice, he was able to breathe again.

“Beel, honey? Are you in there?” He could sense a bit of excitement in your voice, and he felt as though he couldn’t open the door fast enough.

He peeked through a crack in the door, you were alone. So he opened the door all the way and pulled you in. You looked stunned, your eyes scanning his body. He was fidgeting with the bra in his hand and swayed awkwardly.

“Beel… Oh my…” You broke out into a smile and pulled him towards you to kiss him. It was a quick one, but it left Beel with a big smile. You took the bra from his hands and pulled it around his back, clipping it together.

“You’re my pretty, pretty boy, aren’t you?” His face turned a bright red, and all he could do was nod and stare at you in awe. You ran your hands over his arms and down his back, holding his waist in your hands.

He felt so good in your arms, and if you let him, he could stay there forever. Beel started to kiss you gently, slow at first, but he got needy fast. He couldn’t contain his excitement while you pulled him over to the bed, sitting him down and taking a step back.

You crossed your arms while you admired the nervous demon. He was sitting with his hands in lap, his arms shuffling on the carpet nervously.

You leaned in again, and he felt the gentle touch of his hair being brushed out of his eyes. You gave him another kiss on his forehead and then pushed him backwards. He had his hands to the side now, staring up at the ceiling, a cheesy grin on his face.

You ran your fingernails along his body, from his stomach up to his chest, stopping to admire the fabric of the bra. You climbed over and onto his lap, straddling him now. You made quick work of pulling your top off, and started to unbutton your pants as well.

Beel shakily shooed your hands away and unzipped your pants the rest of the way and started to tug at them. You ignored his attempts and leaned down, kissing his neck and holding his head in place.

“Ugh… Fuck.” Beel whined and dug his nails into your back. “What a pretty boy..” You cooed to him and gently tugged at his hair, drawing another whine from him. Beel nodded, “A-all yours.” You bit into the soft flesh of his neck and his back arched up into you, a loud moan erupting from him.

You covered his mouth though, it was still only around 6 pm, and his brothers were still wide awake. You started to grind down on his crotch, his eyes rolling back into his head and your hand getting covered in his drool.

You slowed the kisses, taking more time to admire the demon underneath you. “I… I love you so much.” Beel pulled you in closer and ran his shaky hands over your back, “I love you too.” You smiled into his cheek, giving him one final kiss before sitting up.

“W-what?” He propped himself up on his arms. “What’s wrong?” He frowned at you. “I made you burgers.” His face lit up and he scrambled to get himself dressed for dinner.

#beelzebub #beel #beelzebub obey me #beel obey me #beelzebub smut #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x y/n

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chaos--mode · 2 months

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PLOTTED STARTER.

tuesday nights at The Last Man are usually pretty quiet. a couple regulars that keep to themselves in the dark corners of the bar, arguing about deliveries and inventory with her shift lead over text, maybe there's a fight outside if the neighborhood is feeling particularly feisty. but the most lively thing on tuesday nights tends to be the glow-y neon Be Gay, Do Crime sign over ren's shoulder.

which is to say, shit all usually gets in the way of ren working on new recipes. it's like, the thing she does, on tuesday nights. habit, tradition, call it whatever, that's what happens.

usually.

the music thrums low and rumbly, almost all bass through the shitty speaker system ren's been meaning to fix for ages. it's loud enough that the flickering fairy lights strung along the edge of the bar rattle with the rhythm of whatever punk rock song booms through the hazy space. the smell of spilled beer, spritzed citrus, and sweet spirits lingers in the air. ren's collection of experimental mixes litters the back counter of the bar, zested limes and a seeded pomegranate lying abandoned amidst half-filled tumblers and a sticky mess of syrup and liquor.

because, to ren's infinite dismay, she isn't currently being left alone to work on new recipes. drunk assholes are nothing new, not when she owns a shitty dive bar in the heart of downtown. she would've hoped the whole queer dive bar shtick would discourage the overly enthusiastic men that can't take fuck off for an answer.

she would have been wrong, of course. because like, obviously, right? fuck her for even thinking she wouldn't be accosted the one night she doesn't have a door guy around to scare the shit out of this asshole.

'cause this guy. this. fucking. shithead. ren is about to lob the glass she's been obsessively drying for the past twenty minutes right at his ego-inflated head. she's a little worried she's gonna erode right through the glass at any point now, with how aggressively she's wiping away at it.

❝listen, sweetheart,❞ he's saying, and if there's one goddamned thing ren hates from these kind of creepy pricks, it's when they call her sweetheart.

she sneers, openly angry, and cuts him off before he can get any further. ❝i'm not gonna tell you again, dude: i'm not interested. so either drop it, or get the fuck out of my bar.❞

and like. ren generally has a decent amount of patience, right? sorta has to, since she's the boss. but she isn't a goddamned saint, can't just keep the bullshit going forever. and she's about at her limit, thinks maybe she actually hit it about five minutes ago.

so instead of waiting for whatever bullshit rebuttal the dude's gonna try, she drops the excessively dry glass on the prep counter and grabs his empty pint glass (he didn't even spring for the good shit, cheap bastard) as an excuse to turn away. finally.

she doesn't make it half a step before a hand closes around her forearm. her left forearm. and, here's the thing about ren's left forearm, right: she doesn't like being grabbed, you know, just as a general rule. who the fuck does, you know? but ren especially does not like it when someone touches the jagged mess of scars that mar her left forearm. even if it's through two layers of fabric and leather.

and ren usually has a pretty good reaction time. she's already halfway through yanking her arm away so hard that the guy slides a little further over the bar top (which he half-climbed over to grab her in the first place, the idiot), spinning on her heel to give him absolute hell.

@aintashes gets there first. she hadn't even noticed the new guy, sitting further up the bar from where she was about to commit probably several crimes. couldn't say how long he'd been sitting there, but now he's definitely not just sitting there.

#aintashes #♡ -> 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗶'𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘀 . 《 queue 》#REN HARLEY -> 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 . 《 interaction 》#REN HARLEY -> 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗻 verse . 《 main 》#long post

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justatinybunwriting · 1 year

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Cozy

Art and story inspired by this prompt list!

Bo and Jac are spending a quiet evening relaxing the time away in the former's house. Before this scene above took place however, the smaller human was rattled- unusually for her- though thankfully, Bo was able find a solution to help his sister calm down.

Full story below the cut

Jac watched the fire grow as the chopped up timber was set ablaze. She was awe stricken by how massive it had gotten in such a short time, though her sense of wonder grew to a sliver of uncertainty as the light of the flame began to cloud her thoughts. It was just the right fit for a fireplace in a giant household, but for the perspective of a human like Jac, there was enough of an inferno to completely engulf the likes of a building more scaled to her size.

"There, that should do it." Bo said as he tossed the last of the firewood that was needed. "That'll certainly keep us comfortable for the evening... You all right?"

Jac was at a safe distance on top of Bo's single seated couch. The furniture was facing the fireplace, so Jac couldn't help but stare at the flames as she gripped her nails into the fabric. As he made his way over to his chair, Bo could instantly tell that something was off. For Jac seemed to be in a trance like state, gazing without blinking but a few times that minute at the caged flame. It took the waving of the giant's hand right in front of her face to get her to finally snap out of it.

"Hello~? Earth to Jac? Can you read me!"

Jac literally shook her head, her hair whipping side to side.

"Were you daydreaming again?" Asked Bo.

"S...sorta? I guess?"

Jac took a deep breath and explained what she was seeing from her own point of view. Her words steadily opened the Bunyan giant's eyes.

"Oh. I'm... sorry if this is scaring you."

"Wha? Nononono it's not anyone's fault. It just.. feels weird I guess."

"Well after hearing that, I don't blame you. But doncha worry about a thing. That fire's not going anywhere past that point, so you'll be safe without a doubt."

"Yeah, I guess that should be obvious."

Bo could tell that his adopted sister was still wary, which was far from par for her. Without a second thought, he was on the move. The older brother stepped into the kitchen for just a moment to whip up some instant cocoa. As the microwave heated their drinks, he pulled out a couple of cookies to add as toppings. Right before he heard the ping, he pulled out the tiniest miniature glass he could find in the cabinet. Slowly and as gingerly as he could, he poured the hot brew of chocolate and cream into the tiny cup. He then shaved a little bit of the vanilla crumbles into her drink- not as fancy as he would have liked but it would have to do.

In a few short minutes, Bo was back with the drinks at hand, taking extra measures to stabilize his sister's helping.

"There you go sweet pea. Sorry, I tried to add your cookie in just the right amount but it broke."

"Well, I guess that's just how the cookie crumbles."

That got a chuckle out of the Bunyan giant. Jac then looked at the mug with a big smile on her face.

"But yeah, it's the thought that counts."

Bo sat down on his couch and brought Jac over to his chest. The human then proceeded to walk over to the crook of his arm where she settled down. As soon as she took the first sip, Jac perked right up- the sugar gave her a much needed boost. It was just the right amount- not enough to be overbearing as was the case when she consumed most other giant confections. Bo really knew how to make it work.

The two drank in silence as they took their time to soak in the warmth of their brew. After Bo was about half way done, he finally spoke.

"I used to be terrified of fires as a kid. Especially after what happened to my mom."

"Yeah.." Jac replied quietly, "I can imagine."

"But, I got over it. And now I volunteer to help stop small fires in the human district if there is ever a need. So what I'm saying is, if I can get over it so can you. Cause you're the bravest, most toughest person I know."

"I'm not as strong as you. C'mon!" Jac laughed.

"Not physically, of course! But you know what I mean. It'll take time, so don't feel bad about it. For now, you've got me to keep you safe."

"Since you fight these things sometimes, I guess I don't have to worry."

"Mmmhm!"

Jac asked Bo to set the cup aside as she began to nestle deeper into the folds of her brother's shirt. She was a lot more relaxed now that she was literally on top of her big brother, and she could finally bask under the warmth and the soft glow of the very thing she had gotten so worked up over just minutes before.

The two continued to relax for the rest of the lazy evening in that very spot. It wasn't long before Jac had drifted to a sound slumber.

#sfw giant #oc: jac #oc: bo #jac in the beanstalk society #short story #bun does art #bun does writing

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lightsaroundyourvanity · 4 months

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Like the whole idea of the Coffy s5 fic came from me headcanoning that Cordelia is like the only person who doesn't have any Dawn memories (because she's already got her hookup with the Powers That Be and they're too in her head for her memory to be overwritten by the monks spell thing) and it just never comes up because why would it she lives in her own separate sphere and barely ever interacts with the Sunnydale cast (I don't know if it does ever come up and is confirmed one way or the other later) anyway and then later on when the whole Riley Into the Woods thing (bleh) happened I was thinking it'd be nice if Buffy had a friend who'd also been cheated on and could comisserate with her, (and then maybe more eyebrows wiggle emoji?). Anyway so the concept right now is just a broad most things are similar AU but Cordy visits Sunnydale every few weeks on a weekend or something just to be like she lives in demon infested LA but it could be worse she could still live on top of a Hellmouth, everyone else is talking about Dawn like she's a thing, Cordy's got no idea, plays along thinking its some regular Sunnydale weirdness scheme happening, talks to Buffy about it and now Buffy has someone else who knows about the Dawn situation that she can talk to and they get closer (also I think it'd be really funny if Cordelia ran into Glory at the shops and they just hit it off immediately and go shopping together). But obviously I wanna finish S5 before I really get started there just to get all the facts y'know.

The Vamp!Willow/Harmony one is an AU where Wishverse!Willow doesn't get sent back to her own universe, she gets out of town comes back later and Harmony attaches herself to her so that Willow can be her evil mentor sorta figure after one of her many break ups with Spike. Willow hates it and is constantly trying to get away from her but eventually somewhat warms up to her as someone who isn't boring her right now (tentatively called Five Times Willow Rosenberg didn't kill Harmony Kendall)

And the Fuffy one is too ambitious, so like I really like Gwendolyn Post in Revelations so like full s3 redo where she gets to be around the whole time and works to make Faith into her personal attack dog, Faith gets to be messed up but in like somewhat different ways, it'll be fun. (this is the one I've written the most for but it would also be the biggest one so argh I really want to get back to it the last time I typed in that document was probably a couple months ago)

Also like there is admittedly a Cordelia/Willow one rattling around in here because they spent an entire night locked in a closet together and that's gotta lead somewhere right? One day it will reveal itself to me beyond the vague idea of hey what if Willow phoned up Cordelia after she broke up with Oz just to talk to someone who wouldn't treat her with the kid gloves?

And yeah I do really want to get something written and posted this month absolutely I will try.

i want to juice your brain like a lemon and drink it oh my god

#If you ever 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 needed someone 👀👀👀👀👀👀 to read and encourage you with that fuffy magnum opus #I’m available 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀#faith as gwendolyn posts attack dog makes me so completely insane oh man #asks #anonymous

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ms-scarletwings · 10 months

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(っ◔◡◔)っ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜~!

You have reached the main blog of a twenty-something, avid enthusiast of biology, merriment, and several things fiction- Call me Scarlet! The homegrown flowers here bloom in many shades of passion, so feel free to take a stroll.

So yeah, this is mostwhat of a multi-fandom menagerie and dumping ground for the things which rattle around in my brain. It is mainly Queue-fed, and while my top interests are hella diverse and ever-fluctuating, this is the main group/area of media you can expect the most return engagement with from me in the foreseeable future:

• Dredge

• The Sly Cooper Game Series

• Moral Orel

• Making Fiends

• Invader Zim

• A Certain Scientific Accelerator

• The lesser discussed works of David Firth

• Underrated Indie game creators the likes of KHS, Edmund McMillen, Scriptwelder, etc.

I no longer be continuing CFF or MMM one as a formal series, but instead just kind of speak my media brainworms when they choose to strangle me. Always looking for a new springboard to strike from, though 👀

Cont. on for some lists ‘n links.

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+ Scarlet talks about things - I release my worms, i.e. the takes. Pretty much what it says on the tin, a catch all for personal text posts ranging from long winded essays about Blorbo from my shows, infodumping about science, to just sharing something ponging around in my head lately. Usually try to reserve this tag for mid to long form original content.

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^ Only bothering to get this litmus test out of the way because I have noticed that some of the fandoms I am interested in are magnets for spicy discourse, and media discussion in today’s climate is a hotbed for this bandaid to get ripped off sooner or later. If you are someone who’s knee-jerk response to that emoji pairing and statement without any further elaboration was one of vitriol, extreme discomfort, and/or aggression, this is not a DNI; however, it is a request for good faith and clarification in whatever engagement you may or may not voluntarily choose with my stuff. It is a stern reminder of the old saying about assumptions. Something-something, makes an ass out of u and me. The less asses in the world, the less shit there will be all around.

* Not only am I quite the fanatic for others’ kinetic aesthetic, I’m something of an animator myself, sometimes! You can check out my Flipnote Studio projects over on my YouTube channel or as well on my art side blog (under-maintained at the current moment but looking to improve on that).

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six40seven · 1 year

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September 16-18th

I didnt go to school. I told Niki i was feeling too sick to and she just nodded and said it was fine. Just by her body language i could tell she was distracted by something else and i didnt want to bother her more then necessary. I wanted to say thanks to all the people on here sending kind messages and concerned asks. I am okay. I was just a little rattled these last few days and well, of course today. I havent slept in almost 32 hours. There is no way in hell im closing my eyes and waking up somewhere strange again with no recollection of how i got there.

This doesnt make sense, and i can tell youre telling me in your head “Ran you need to sleep.” And i know you’re right but it was just horrifying. I have a hard enough time remembering what i do when im awake. Why would this suddenly start happening to me. Its unfair. I was doing fine. Now im not, and i dread falling asleep again. Im too afriad to ask Niki to instal a lock of sorts so last night and the night before and really any time I’ve been feeling the urge to sleep.. well I’ve began to tie my foot to my post. ITS NOT TIGHT. I just dont want to wander off again.

Fall break is soon. I mean sorta. I attempted to attend school online the second day home after the ordeal but my connection was too shit. I guess its the trees blocking the signal. Or maybe the mountains. Speaking of trees, i havent left my house since that day. I dont want to risk whatever happened happening again, worse while im awak. Not that i think it will but the way the trees just… tempt me sometimes. I cant risk walking to the bus or walking even out of my house. WHEERE i use to consider it a blessing to not live in the town houses, i now regret never moving closer. Fuck. Its been so long since I’ve been outside im worried my skin will fall off my body and ill die if i spend one more day barred in my room.

Its okay, for the most part. besides the natural (?) urge i have to be outside all the time. Ive sort of forgotten to document much these o past few days. But i dont think anything else significant happened. As far as related to me. Niki didnt come back the first night and i spent all that time in ym room with the blind drawn and the lights on. I was afriad if i turned the lights off i would nod off. I ended up watching YouTube and Netflix on my laptop as well as cleaning my entire room.

Usually my room is a trash heap, i like it that way, its like having my own nest. But that first night. I couldn’t stand all the things and i pretty much Ed cleaned everything top to bottom in less then 3 hours. I found a few interested things while i was doing that, including but not limited to: a box full of my old Polaroids and camera, a stuffed animal i thought i had lost which went back onto my bed, and a total of 20 spare dollars made mostly out of 1 Dollar bills and quarters.

The only thing of real interest was the Polaroid camera. I thought i lost that thing years and years ago. I only know i had one at all because i have some older pictures pinned places and tucked into my phone case. Theyre all of people i dont really know but i like to think i do so i can carry some part of them with me. They must have been important to me at some point yk. So i decided to look through and sort out any of the Polaroids i remeber or anything like that. These are my findings. I’ll explain them after i show them to you.

starting at the left top and going left to right. It reads Nov 1st 20##. all of these are from when i was a kid. maybe when i was in 4th or 5th grade? Im not entirely sure the exact age i was. The photo shown is a picture i must have taken of some sort of important journal entry, i cant really read it but at least if i ever needed to remeber taking a picture.. I remember, thanks past me.

The next one, in order, is a picture of two shadows. Maybe three. Probably me. Maybe Niki… or Eryn. we were close when we were kids and hes in two of these already. So ill just mention him. idk if he will be okay with me talking about him on here. I dont think he knows i have this account. hopefully he doesnt find it. Not that i would care very much. He just doesnt like me. The caption is just a date. oct 3rd. no year. I wonder when it happened? sometime in my childhood probably. I havent used this camera in years and years. I lost it so long ago.

The third is a weirdly saturated picture of a park in my town. The bigger town. Its just weird. And the caption says… evacuating or something. Its sorta weird. also Niki might have taken this picture because her name is on it too. Seems like her type of thing. from what i remeber as a kid, when we still lived in the big town, she was into weird saturated pictures. Something about scene. I dont know really.

The fourth is on the second line of pictures i found in the Box. On the bottom left. It says July 20## again sometime in my childhood. It shows aforementioned Eryn crouching ont he ground showing something to everyone. Or the viewer. I can see myself, or younger me. Younger me off to the side. Someone else took this picture. I dont remeber this happening. But it was important enough to keep so there it is. Thats pretty much it.

The fifth, wow thats a lot of numbers. Its got a smiley face :) on it. and its a picture of the lake. Yk the one bordering the left side of the bigger town. Its one of the smaller more muddy parts so its all gross. Probably from a hike that i wanted to remeber with Niki or something. I loved the lake when i was a kid. It was fun to swim in but after… after awhile i stopped going and then it closed because of something weird and now you can only go hiking near and around it.

The sixth. A picture of me and ****** hugging. Eryn in the background. It reads Eryn & ##### July. Its a cute picture. I dont know… who ****** is? Yeah i dont know. but i must have known them at one point because thats them. Yeah. They look familiar in the worse way and i pretty much threw that one back in the box as soon as I could. I dont like lookign at it. My stomach hurts when i do.

The seventh. And last a picture of a cat. Even when i was a kid i also apparently liked cats. It reads Spring 20##.

So yeah. I just wanted to say im glad i was able to find them and document them somewhere. I also thought while im explaing photos and stuff ill go into a little detail about what i discovered from that night. Posted on here.

The first piece is clearly a path somewhere in the forest. If i were to say, somewhere further in the mountains, near where the older remains of mines are. The only thing wrong about this piece is that…. When i posted it, theres no wya for there to have been snow. So either the photo is altered in some way, which is unlikely, because from what i can tell it was posted in the middle of the night. Or it was actually snowing wherever i was. even though all the previous days it had been raining.

The next picture looks like some sort of underground tunnel, lined with bricks and ending in step leading up to a barred and maybe locked? I dont know, barred iron gate. I have never seen that place before. Ive been in a lot of abandoned buildings that I’ve found near here but I’ve never seen something like this. The only explaination i can give for the location is possibly a sewer enterance somewhere in the basement of one of the older buildings, not from the big town but rather from the smaller town nearer to my house. Again, it looks like its snowing. Which makes no sense in any context, since it was snowing when i woke up (even though i said i thought it was) and because if this was underground where would snow be coming from? The title says… I heard you. Im here. I dont remeber this. Obviously. and i dont know who i would have.. heard? It doesnt make any sense.

The third picture… i dont have much to say. It looks dark. Maybe its related to the second picture, maybe its on the otherside of the gate. But I’ve never seen a place that dark before. Especially if it has walls. which I think it does. so it must be in a building somewhere out in the forest. Sorta supports my abandoned building theory. Or abandoned mine shaft? I have no idea. But the capture is clearly a long hallway. the caption says something is wrong. No duh. I am clearly self aware even if i dont remeber. I wonder if i act different..

Anyway, thats all for the last few days. I probably will end up attending school tomorrow. Niki isnt home yet, its near the end of the day so if she isnt home by now im assuming shes staying overnight at the office. wouldn’t be the first, wont be the last. I might get a snack before trying not to fall asleep a third night in a row. If anyone wants to chat with me, ill be open to the distractions.

#sleepyspeaking

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serial-experiments-wayne · 1 year

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The haunting spirits of Fredericksburg

My name is Zacharius Ark and its time to wake up. I have to wake up at nine every morning and be at work by round twelve. As a bartender I have to work long ass twelve hour shifts. I only get three hours between waking up and going to work, it isn’t all bad. On the job I can have my little laptop under counter and browse the web, but I mostly just read. I like cowboy books. The one I read the most is this little deal about a old man cowboy all cool; he’s a sweet loner who goes around stealing from thieves. I work out most mornings too, partly from boredom and partly cause things get too rowdy at the bar. No uniform at this place so I can wear the usual; t-shirt, hawaiian top, and levi’s. I guess my closet is a bit dull cause the rest of my clothes are variations of that, I like to be consistent, not standing out much. Work isn’t far from my apartment so I go on nice walks before getting there. There aren’t many people out during working hours, almost like a ghost town aside from the infrequent walker. The trees are nice this time of year, over the ancient cemeteries in the town it all comes together nicely. Opening up shop doesn’t take long and there’s only a few people coming in and out till night. I’m pretty decent at keeping up a conversation, more importantly keeping em’ drinking. Round’ the end of my shift there’s only a few people left in the place. The last two guys got into an argument when one of em’ commented on the others confederate tat. This confederate guy was pretty drunk “You got no pride in your heritage or your history”

“Look don’t conflate bigotry with heritage, can’t you at least acknowledge they were bad people?”

“I don’t like your tone with me mister” the Connie started getting pushy with the other one so I ended up having to intervene. “Sir if you can’t calm down you’re going to have to leave” he said back to me “fuck you libtard” and tried to fight me. I just picked him up while he was screaming something about “the south will rise again” and sent him on his way outside.

“Why’d you have to confront him about that? I’m almost off my shift” I was sorta ticked off at the other guy. “What was I gonna do just ignore that? I’m literally a historian I feel like I know more about it than him.” Yes he COULD have ignored it, we all could’ve just sat around for a bit in silence if we had to and gone away. “Whatever I’m off shift now anyways” The other guy who works there replaced me and I started heading home. I don’t like the streets at night, there aren’t many street lights, trees start looking like demons over the graves, and there are these figures and sounds I can’t make out. I always walk faster at night. This time I saw some lean guy groaning in an alley, all limp and falling over. I ask him if he’s ok but never get anything more than a moan. My hair started standing up and my stomach started feeling horribly empty, I ran away, he gave me the creeps.

The next morning they were talking about sightings of wandering confederate reenactors. Probably just a rumor, but it gives me something to talk about with customers. On the way to work I saw them. All gathered in the graveyard. It looked like they were discussing something, but I couldn’t hear them speak. I tried to walk off to work a bit faster because they sorta ruined my morning. When I got to work my check was lying lonely in a little drawer. I’ve never seen my bosses face, I don’t really care as long as the checks keep coming in. He says hes seen mine, whenever he comes into the bar just to look at how I work, which gives me the creeps. The news media was rattling off about the growing numbers of confederates all day, and even sightings of unioners. All sorts of people came into the bar yelling about how they’ve “seen the old bastards!” or gossiping about if they’ve risen from the grave.

It was starting to bother me too, just when it happened, a whole troop of them were marching through the streets. Their skin either gone or falling apart, organs barely hanging on. The bar screamed, some cheered, others cried. I felt sick, what if I had to see them on my way home? I texted my boss asking if I could get off early, he said no because this is the most business we’d had in a while. Was he here? In this room right now? So I stuck it out in the bar. The historian came in at some point. He was saying they couldn’t just be some reenactment or prank because their clothes were much too realistic, with his logic they had to be the real thing. There were deaths coming in and a state of emergency announced, buildings were in flames and confederate flags were raised. It seemed that the dead could recognize who was and was not on their side, the ones they saw fit were converted.

My shift was over in the empty bar, at some point people realized they needed to protect their family or just their homes. I grabbed the gun we keep at hand, strictly for emergency situations, before going out and into the night. I didn’t wait for my replacement, I figured he wouldn’t come. The flames were high outside, and the flags raged on. I was going to go to my apartment but there were zombies infesting the area and I think they saw me so I just ran back to the bar and fell asleep behind the counter, gripping the gun through my sleep. When I woke up my stomach dropped. The bar was full of them. That confederate cook guy immediately came up to me I guess to calm me down. “Heyyyy this might be a lot I know this might be a lot but me and the guys won’t be causing any ruckus”

“H-How did you get in?” I was shaking.

“What do you mean? Oh right I never told you, I’m your boss. Well anyways we’re gonna stay here if thats ok with you” he stuck out his hand for a shake. If this guy was really my boss I guess I don’t have much of a choice, so I shook his hand. When I noticed his grey skin, mine was slowly turning the same color. The worst feeling came over me, I looked back into his eye dreading to see what I knew was already there. There was a bite mark on the side of his face. I realized at that moment I could hear the confederates speak, I briefly thought about that historian. I shot my boss right there, but it was already too late to fight back, I, or at least my body soon became one of them.

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hazzasgayvodka · 3 years

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger.

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

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Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

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