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Sweet Abduction

Thank you anon for this super cute request! I loved the idea, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Pairings: Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4084

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Summary: Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Minor Violence (hardly anything, just being grabbed by the arms briefly), Kissing, No Smut, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: Turns out Katakuri is over 16 ft tall. I stuck with canon, hope you don't mind! Please heed the tags! This is very sweet romance type fluff, but there is some kidnapping and shit, so be wary 😅

Your body naturally woke you in the quiet, early morning light, but you still felt like you were in a bad dream.

After all your years of struggling to get by, of trying to make a living off the only skills you had, you still had nothing. You had kept your dad’s shop running, learning all you could, trying to honor his memory. But now that he’s gone, prepping these early mornings alone felt like losing him all over again.

Especially since hardly anyone in this town could afford to waste their berries on sweets.

Even buying ingredients for one day's batch was brutal.

I’m sorry, dad. I don’t want to sell your shop. Please, I wish you were here to tell me what to do.

You blinked back your tears as you started frying the morning's first batch of doughnuts.

Falling into your rhythm, you glazed and displayed each doughnut with care. Still taking pride in your work, you treated each pastry with love, even though they would probably be wasted. 

You gave a little yelp as the tiny bell on the shop’s door chimed.

Your mouth hung wide as you looked at the two potential customers. Shaking yourself, you greeted them, turning on your customer service charm.

‘The best way to keep a customer is to show them you really care.’

Your dad’s sweet voice filled your mind, and you smiled, genuinely hoping that these people would have a wonderful day. And that if they tried your doughnuts, it might make their day even brighter. 

The two strangers made their way to the display case, reviewing the little menu above the counter, and they asked you detailed questions that surprised you. 

You had been too busy trying to make sense of the colorful, almost outrageous way they dressed, that it took you a second to realize how excited they seemed to be here. 

They can’t be from around here. Everyone here is too poor to be that colorful.

You pinched your wrist at the sour thought, reminding yourself of your dad’s view of the world. He’d tell you to focus on the good things happening right now.

The two customers ordered four doughnuts each, and you carried their plates to the dingy little table in the corner, filling their cups with coffee.

The urge to stare was almost too powerful. It had been so long since someone new came to enjoy your work. 

They smacked their lips, and licked their fingers, and their bright eyes warmed your heart. 

‘There’s nothing better than watching someone enjoy the work you put your heart into.’ 

You cleared your throat, turning away from them as you wiped away a tear at your dad’s words in your mind.

“Ooh, Mama’s gonna enjoy this,” the taller one hissed in a mock whisper.

“Excuse me,” the other patron called, waving you over. 

You wiped flour off your hands, grabbing the pot of coffee. You felt their eyes on you, feeling examined as you refilled their cups.

“Is there anythi–”

“How would you like a sponsorship to open a shop in the sweetest capital of the world?”

“... I’m sorry. What did you–”

The tall one grabbed your wrist, eyes almost manic as he leaned toward you.

“We’re scouts, you see. We’re from Totto Land, and we’ve been looking for someone with your talents. Everything will be taken care of. We already have a doughnut shop that's just waiting for an artist like you.”

Your eyes were so wide it was almost painful, and part of you told you to run from these strangers. 

‘Don’t fight miracles, sweetheart. Sometimes good people really do get good things.’

“Okay,” you stuttered, following your dad’s advice one more time. 

~ 

You had heard the name Big Mom before, seen her wanted poster. She didn’t seem like a real person when you were struggling in your run down town. 

And you thought that Emperors of the Sea were meant to be terrifying, almost demonic. 

But here you were on her archipelago, her myriad of islands filled with so many happy people. So many people who love what you do.

It's surreal! 

You’d been given a doughnut shop on Komugi Island, along with a beautiful apartment above the shop. You wanted to explore and meet people, but you couldn’t think of closing the shop for even a day. 

All the ingredients you could dream of, equipment that you’d never seen before, and a dining area inside and outside with plenty of tables so you could enjoy the happy noises people made when they ate your doughnuts and pastries. 

It was heaven. It felt like your dad was there with you, kneading the dough, pouring the coffee. You could almost hear his laugh, his silly songs that he used to hum.

It felt like home.

After a few days, you noticed that the shop cleared out a little before lunchtime. You had been having a steady stream of customers all day since the day you opened, but now it was empty. You tried to remind yourself that things wouldn’t always be that busy, and that it didn’t mean anything.

I guess I’m just worried, dad. I want to do well here. I want to stay.

You had a pile of plates in one hand as you wiped down a table outside.

“Good afternoon,” boomed a deep voice from above, and your ankle shifted against the stone tiles.

You were slipping, trying and failing to keep a grip on the porcelain plates.

Then a huge, warm hand held you steady, and your mouth gaped at the sight of another gloved hand catching the plates before they fell.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, heart racing.

Shifting away to look at your new patron, you steadied yourself, pressing your palm against the warmth beside you.

Your breath hitched as your hand touched firm leather. You stumbled back a step, and he grabbed your shoulder to steady you, before setting the dishes on the table, and towering over you.

“I apologize. I should have waited until you set down the plates.”

The deep, measured voice made you shiver as you looked up at the man it belonged to. 

He was so tall. Insanely tall.

Is he a giant?

He sat down beside the shop on what you just now realized was a bench, made for someone his size.

Realizing how rude you were being, you cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

“No need to apologize. Thank you so much for saving my plates!”

You dipped your head, letting your eyes go wide as you looked at the ground after getting a better look at him. 

He had deep crimson hair, with eyes to match. Those intense eyes were framed with arched brows, and eyelashes so dark and thick that you could see them from where you were.

You brought your head back up to meet those eyes, and you bobbed on your toes as you tried not to gape at the rest of him. 

You’d never seen anyone like him before. He wore a layered scarf that draped around his shoulders, covering his neck, and the lower half of his face. 

Below the scarf was an expanse of muscle, pink tattoos accentuating his chiseled abs. His leather vest covered nothing, but it matched the leather across the rest of his body, belts, straps, and spikes giving you so much to look at.

Then you looked back at his eyes, and realized you’d been staring.

“I–I am so sorry. I’m new here, and my head is a little off still. Would you like me to bring you a menu?”

He hardly spoke while he was there, but his gaze felt heavy and warm. Thankfully, no one else came by to witness you making a fool out of yourself. 

He made a huge order, and you packed three large boxes to the brim.

Your dad would have been so happy in that moment. You could picture his smile. Practically hear his voice.

‘Look, sweetheart. Your love is gonna touch all those people that eat your sweets. Isn’t that just lovely?’

“Are you afraid?”

“What,” you choked out, quickly brushing a tear from your eye as you thought of your father.

He’d taken the boxes from you after paying, but now his brows were furrowed as he looked down at you.

“Oh my– oh no! I’m sorry,” you panicked, realizing what he meant.

“I wasn’t crying because of– I was just thinking about my dad. He would have been really happy with your order. You picked all his favorites!”

He stiffened, one of his gloved hands flexing on his knee.

Clearing his throat, he stood, his height leaving you speechless again. 

“Thank you, miss. Have a pleasant day.”

“... Th-Thank you! Please, come again soon!”

You were waving at his back, and he froze for a moment at your words. But he kept walking, finally leaving your sight. 

Slumping into one of the chairs, you felt the blood rushing through your body, your head feeling fuzzy after all of that. 

Then a line of customers started trickling back in, and you poured yourself into work. 

What an interesting place this is. 

~

He came back again. And again. And you always forgot to ask for his name. 

He never said much. He always ordered at least three boxes. And you always spaced out as you stared at him at least once before he left. 

Luckily he always seemed to come during a slow hour, catching you cleaning with no other customers to attend to.

You wanted to ask if he liked them. If he liked your dad’s favorite recipes. It seemed like a silly question, since he ordered so many every time.

But you liked his voice, and you thought it would sound really nice if he said it. 

You caught yourself grinning in the mirror at the thought as you got ready for the day.

I think I like it here.

“Good morning, miss Y/N!”

You had just stepped downstairs, morning light still not quite touching the world, but your shop was full of people.

“I… I’m sorry. The shop’s not open yet. But I’m happy to share my pot of coffee with you if you’re willing to wait on the doughnuts!”

You felt extra grateful that you’d dressed for the day before coming downstairs.

“Thank you dear, but you’ll be coming with us.”

A tall, thin woman moved toward you, a rough scar bisecting her face, and you clenched your fist to stop yourself from recoiling. It was too damn early for someone who looked like a gnarled old witch to break in and threaten you.

Is she threatening me?

“Sorry, uh,” you said awkwardly as you moved behind the counter. “I’ve got a lot of doughnuts to get started for the day.”

“Not today, sweetie,” the witch-like woman said, her reddish nose bobbing as she shook her head.

“I don’t– Did I do something wrong?”

You shrank back against the wall as guards moved against you, gripping your arms.

“Not at all,” the woman nearly shrieked, failing to sound comforting. “In fact, you are being granted the highest of honors. You are about to become part of Big Mom’s family!”

You had been squirming only slightly, not really fighting against the men holding and moving you. But now you slumped, confusion hurting your brain too much to keep steady.

“What do you mean? What’s happening,” you asked, panic building in your throat the closer they got you to the door. 

“You have been chosen to wed the shining star of the Charlotte family. Our strongest warrior, a man whose back has never touched the ground. My perfect big brother, Charlotte Katakuri!”

Your mouth hung open as she continued, her voice manic, louder with each word. She may as well have been speaking another language. 

She pointed a long, twig-like arm at you, and you tried to clear your head to understand.

“You can call me Brulee, sister in law. Tomorrow you will become Charlotte Y/N.” 

You stood, frozen and dizzy.

“Come now, lots to do, sister,” she tutted, snapping her fingers.

“But why? Why me?”

She reared on you, her red nose inches from yours.

“You’re special, of course. You were chosen. And you’d better learn not to question Mama.”

“Please,” you pleaded, twisting against the guard's hold. “I don’t–”

“Don’t question mama! And don’t even think about refusing her.”

The guards tightened their grip, leading you toward the door.

“Wait!”

“Don’t res—”

“Please change the sign! Please let my customers know I’ll be gone, I don’t want them to wait out there for me.”

Brulee frowned at you, but had one of the guards write a note, hanging it on the door.

“Thank you,” you sighed with relief, giving her a grateful smile.

She frowned again.

You didn’t resist, and the guards let you walk freely. You felt the stares of citizens on you, and watched a group of onlookers waving as the ship departed for the main island. 

Whole Cake Island. 

It was incredible. The sounds, the colors, the smells! Excited locals rushing around, as if preparing for something big. 

Like a wedding.

Brulee spent the travel time regaling you with stories of her brother. 

The second son of the Big Mom Pirates. One of the Three Sweet Commanders. The Minister of Flour who governs over your new home, Komugi Island.

“When he was born he stood straight up, and slept on a chair. His back has never touched the ground. He’s never laid down, and never been knocked down either.”

“That sounds tiring,” you muttered under your breath, but she turned, grasping your wrist.

“Not to my brother. He’s more than strong. He’s superhuman. He’s noble, and cool-headed. And you are going to be the perfect wife for my perfect brother. Got it?”

“I-I got it.”

She released your arm, and you tried to fight your nerves, but you couldn’t stop shaking. 

You were led through a massive castle that looked like, or was it a cake? The ceilings were so massive, you had to crane your neck to see them.

Brulee left the guards outside, leading you into a gorgeous bedroom, with an extravagant bathroom, and at least ten servants carrying all sorts of fabrics, powders, shoes, and more. 

You felt like you were in a whirlwind, just staying still and letting these strangers touch you, pamper you, fit the white dress to your body.

Now and then you’d pay attention to what they were saying between their giggles and demands. 

“She’s so lucky.” 

“I wish I could join the family.”

“I wonder if his children will be as perfect as he is?”

Finally, you were freed from their hands. Dinner was brought to your guarded room, and you watched the night fall.

You curled up in the luxurious bed, and sobbed silently. You caught yourself whispering under the blankets, eyes burning as you tried to make sense of it all.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I’m trying to see the good here. But I’m scared. I love this place. I love making people smile. But what if this man… What if my husband is a bad person? What if he’s mean? What if he doesn’t like me?”

Visions of terror filled your mind. If they could kidnap you for this, could they really be good people? This land seems so happy and prosperous, could this marriage be a good thing?

“Is this a miracle, dad? Should I let it happen, and hope for the best?” 

“Will they kill me if I try to run?” 

“I’m scared, dad. I wish you were here.”

Finally, your quiet sobs fell into slow breaths as sleep pulled you under.

Morning arrived, and the servants were buzzing with excitement as they prepared you for the wedding. You felt empty, hollow. They kept pinching your cheeks lightly, trying to wake you up, to convince you to be happy.

All you could manage was a weak smile as you looked at your reflection.

“You look beautiful, sister,” Brulee praised, patting your hand. “It’s almost time.”

She led you to a massive stone room, guiding you to a small bench before leaning over you. 

“Just wait here. It won't be long.”

She left, and you didn't turn to watch her go. You thought about running. There were no guards in this chamber. 

You bit your lip to keep from crying, afraid of what might happen to you if you ruined your makeup.

“Y/N…”

A choked gasp left your throat as you turned, looking for the owner of that deep voice.

Your favorite customer was there, his height looking almost normal in this massive room. He sat along the wall on a giant bench, leaning toward you.

“Oh, hello,” you practically squeaked, throat caught with unshed tears. “What are you doing here? I’m sorry I couldn’t make your order today!”

“Please,” he stopped you, holding out his gloved hands. You blinked at him, noticing that his normally black attire was white, somehow making his hair and tattoos stand out even more.

“What are you…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have let this happen.” 

“Let what happen,” you asked, your mind moving so fast it felt like it was tripping over itself. You stood without meaning to, walking closer.

“You were brought to my island as a gift. For me.”

His dark eyes poured over you as you stood, silently waiting.

“I shouldn’t have told mama that I liked you. I tried to convince her to stop, but there’s no way to stop this without violence now. And I cannot hurt my family.”

Violence? 

Your heart beat in your chest like a bird, wings flapping desperately to escape a cage. 

“Mama is a decisive woman. When she makes her mind up on something, it will happen. I am usually the one to make it happen. Most of my siblings have their marriages arranged. I didn't…”

Regret tinged his voice, and you met his eyes.

“Why me?”

He looked away, sighing as he leaned back against the wall.

“My siblings brought you to my island because they thought I would enjoy your doughnuts. I happened to mention how much I’ve enjoyed your work, and your… company. So Mama has decided that you’ll be joining the family. That you and I will marry. In less than an hour.”

You’d never heard him say so many words at once, and his voice rolled over you while you tried to comprehend everything. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him.

“You must be frightened.”

He shifted on the bench, looking almost uncomfortable before he caught himself. He adjusted the movement, making it look deliberate. But you noticed.

He’s just a person.

“I think having a first date might have been nice,” you teased with a small smile. 

He stared down at you for a long moment, before his brows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t have to marry a monster.” 

“What do you mean,” you questioned, starting to feel lightheaded from everything.

“When we kiss, it will be over…”

“We’ll be married?” 

“No.”

You hadn’t thought his eyes could get any more intense, but they sure did. You stood, still as a statue, waiting for him to explain. 

“There’s something I have to show you.” 

Katakuri unraveled his scarf, slowly revealing the lower half of his face.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of his large mouth, scars stretching from ear to ear. Sharp teeth or fangs jutted out at the edges of his lips. 

Your first thought was that he did look like a monster.

‘You can’t tell somebody’s heart from the outside, sweetheart. Always give people a chance.’

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, after you stood there too long, thinking of your dad’s voice.

You watched those huge hands start to drape the scarf, looking away from you as he covered his scars.

“Wait,” you commanded, voice almost too loud in the echoing room. You reached up to put your hand on his knee, shoving aside a brief thought about how things would work with his height.

“Will you be kind to me?” 

He paused his movements, face still uncovered. Your whole body rolled with warm shivers as he laid his hand on yours.

“I will be kind to you. And I will protect you.” 

“And you’ll tell me how much you like my doughnuts?”

An almost surprised huff left him, and you were pleasantly shocked to see his wide lips twitch up, a hint of a smile there. 

“I love your doughnuts. They make me very happy.” 

Your toes curled in your shoes as you grinned up at him

“Okay,” you nodded, dread shifting to excitement. “I guess we’re getting married then? Please, promise to be kind.” 

“I promise,” he agreed, head tilted as he looked at you, before wrapping his scarf back around. 

You were practically bouncing on your feet now, and your words came out high and fast.

“So, your name is Katakuri?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true you never lie on your back?”

“We’ll learn a lot of interesting things about each other later,” he promised, voice low as he patted you on the head.

“Right now we have somewhere to be.”

There were so many people. So much food, so many sweets. 

Big Mom was enormous, even taller than Katakuri. All of her children looked so different, so interesting. 

Everyone seemed happy.

I’ll choose to be happy too, dad. I just wish you were here with me.

The ceremony and vows flew by, and luckily you remembered what to say. Then the end arrived, and you realized that you didn’t know what to do.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may start your marriage with a kiss!”

How am I supposed to kiss him?

Your question was answered as his large hand scooped down beside you. Looking into his face, you could have sworn he was smiling by the slight crinkling of his eyes.

A giggle left your lips as you nodded, and you gasped as he grabbed you gently around the waist, lifting you up.

You heard the cheers of his family as he turned away from the crowd, keeping his face from their sight.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

His whisper made your heart ache for this strange man. He seemed so lonely, even with all of his family looking up to him. 

Maybe neither of us have to be lonely anymore.

You touched a hand to his cheekbone, and he seemed to freeze.

“Don’t be sorry, Katakuri. Let’s just be good to each other.”

You felt a hum move through him before he carefully pulled his scarf down, just enough, just for you.

He’s so big!

That thought hit you again, but you’d already decided. You’re already his. You leaned forward, and kissed him between the sharp fangs at the edges of his mouth.

His lips were warm, and soft, and sweet.

You let out a hum of contentment, wiggling slightly in his grasp. He pulled back, covering his face, then he stared at you. 

“Hi,” you said softly, feeling your skin flush as you felt suddenly shy.

“Oh mama, mama,” Big Mom laughed, making him turn to face the party.

“My family is getting bigger and bigger! What a wonderful day. Let’s start with the cake!”

~

Katakuri didn’t join in on the fun, sitting on the edge as if keeping watch over his own wedding. Everytime you tried to talk to him, new in-laws would drag you away, light conversations and laughter hogging the day. 

Finally, you were ushered away, waving back at the crowd as your husband joined you. 

Instead of a carriage, you were carried away from your wedding on Katakuri’s shoulder, adjusting the scarf so that it would stay in place. 

A procession of onlookers applauded, calling his name. You even heard your own name once or twice. It felt like the entire island was cheering for you, and you were caught in the chaos of a world you never could have imagined. 

Your mind started racing as the wedding was over, the real world starting to return. A million questions tore through you, and you didn’t know where to start, until one came tumbling out.

“How are we going to sleep if you never lay on your back?”

He let out a sound that could have been a laugh as he kept moving toward your new home. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll show you.”

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a/n: Once again, I'm so happy to take requests! I probably wouldn't have thought to write for this big guy, but now I love this lil doughnut man. He's so sweet 😭😭 (Let me know if I should write the honeymoon... 😳)

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eddie’s gotta tie his hair back everytime you ride his face because one time you accidentally kneeled on his hair and eddie swears it didn’t hurt (it hurt like a bitch) but u refuse to do it unless his hair is tied back or at least pushed out of the way

bonus thot: sometimes when u and eddie are just laying in bed, eddie will make a scene of dramatically rolling over and tying his hair back, glancing at you as you eye him suspiciously over the top of the book you’re reading. when he’s done you just stare at each other until he raises his eyebrows, “..well? are you gonna come over here or what? i didn’t tie these luscious locks back for nothing.”

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Future Kids PART 2

a/n: PART TWO AND MY FAV PART NGL anyways i went full indulgence on shinsou lol hes the insporation for all this anyways

Gosh not me after writing and going way to far into my world for shinsou eek

pairings: midoriya x reader, shinsou x reader, shoji x reader

warnings: none, fluff

summary: they meet their kids from the future

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Midoryia Izuku

- he was fixing the leg on one of the chair in the commons when a kid jumped on him

- he coughed and sat up in alarm

- he almost hit the chair ngl

- “DADDY!! Hi! You’ll never guess what happened today! A kid got her quirk in class and then she lost control and then it hit me! Wait why are you so tiny and small? Did you shrink or something? And why are you so soft?” she poked his cheek a couple times

- he just blinked at her

- she looked about 7?

- he couldn’t help but notice she was a literal carbon copy of him

- well her hair was long and sort of like yours but it was green

- and her eye shape looked like yours

- he blushed a bit at catching himself comparing her to you

- “um hello? Whats your name?” he asked her as he shifted a bit to look at her better

- “d-daddy you don’t know my- my name??” she was about to cry

- he panicked

- his arms were flying around everywhere

- “NO NO I- I know your name!” he lied trying to save her from crying

- she smiled and hopped off him

- honestly he was lucky she had a back pack on her with her name on it or else he never would have figured it out

- he got a bag of fruit snacks out of the pantry and handed it to her

- “so Sakura where does your mom work?” he asked her as she ate

- maybe he could drop her off there

- “come on daddy you know this, she works with you at the deku-(your hero name) agency” she said calmly

- dekus face went red again

- that was his hero name

- and your

- and agency

- he stuttered out words that didn’t make a lot of sense

- the little girl turned to him and grabbed both his hands

- she placed them on her cheeks and squirshed her face in between them

- he gave her a puzzled look

- “well this is what mommy does when you started freaking out, I thought it would work,” she smiled up to him

- he had tears in his eyes on hearing that

- ok 

- so he had his kid from probably the future sitting next to him at the table

- now what

- well the universe had an answer for that

- and the answer was your ass chasing one Denki Kaminari at high speed through the front door

- “DENKI KAMINARI, YOU IDIOT IM GOING TO PUNCH YOU SO HARD YOULL BE STUCK IN THE CEILING FOR A WEEK!” you yelled

- the blonde squeaked before bolting to Midoriya

- “MIDORIYA! You have to help me!” he begged, not seeing the small girl next to him

- “w-what did you do?” he hadnt seen you this mad since Bakugou had blown up your homework on accident

- “I- I might have failed at hitting Kirishima and shocked Y/n with a lot of volts,” it all came out in a rush

- your growled at him and he ran up the stairs before anything else could happen

- you were about to follow before you fully took in your surroundings

- Midoriya was here

- there is a small child next to him

- they just saw you basically growled

- shit

- “umm- heyy~” you smiled a bit and flattened your hair down to look a bit nicer

- “hi y/–”

- “MAMA!! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!”

- Sakura bounded up to you

- you reflexively dropped and she jumped to hug you

- you blinked at the floor before looking to Midoriya

- “Izuku whats happening?” you mouthed to him

- he opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out

- he could just stare as your attention got drawn back in my the girl at she adamantly told you her earlier story

- the similarities between him and Sakura were obvious but when she stood next to you it was obvious you two were related some how

- everything subtle about her was you

- honestly he caught on quickly and there was a serge of pride

- all he was thinking was that you both did a good job

- he smiled at you both 

- his heart swelled at you being so motherly

- he gulped though when you gave him a knowing glance

- you were smart

- you had eyes

- so you joined their little snack break, turning to the boy after showing the girl where the waters were

- “Im taking this as a sign”

- “a- a sign for wh- what?”

- “a sign I should ask you out now”

- he stuttered out a yes for almost five minutes

- Sakura had come back in the middle of it and hopped in his lap

- that didnt help

- she ended up going back about an hour later

- almost gave Izuku a heart attack

Shinsou Hitoshi

- so you were the one that this one starts with

- you were coming out of the shower when you found a boy looking to be 15 sitting on your bed

- you verbally yelled

- you were lucky you changed in the bathroom

- “GET OUT WHAT THE FUCK!” you had your math book in your hand and above your head in seconds

- “WAIT DONT SWING HOLD ON MOM!” he yelled and hopped up before thinking

- “WHO ARE YOU CALLING MOM?!”

- “PUT THE BOOK DOWN IM SORRY!” he panicked

- you looked at him for a second before slowly putting your ‘weapon down’

- “who are you”

- “well um I don’t think you’ll believe me but uhh i’m your son,” he sat down on your bed again

- you gave him a look

- he sighed

- “well I- ok well ya see Chiyo- oh crap I mean my sister- just got her quirk and it’s weird time travel or warps or something like that and I was watching her and Aron- my brother- while you and dad were out on a date and she lost control or something and now I’m here and I don’t know,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands

- you stared at him

- he did look like you 

- like a lot like you

- the only thing that wasn’t you was the small features that made him more defined

- “are the other two here to?” you asked sitting down in your desk chair

- “I- I think so? I don’t know where though and I knew this was your old room so I thought I’d ask you if you’d seen them,” he sighed again “ugh I’m sorry mom”

- you were starting to grasp everything now

- “its alright you didn’t do anything,” you smiled when he looked up at you. “well lets go find the other two… um”

- “koshi”

- “koshi” you repeated

- you were both walking around the campus looking for the other two

- he told you different things that wouldn’t ruin the future

- he said Chiyo was the youngest, almost 6

- Aron was 10

-  you had to stop him a lot from saying to much

- you both had found your way to a training area when all might caught both of your attentions

- “Y/N!” the retired hero yelled over to you

- he had a small girl hold his hands that also looked suspiciously like you

- well minus the eyes they were a bright purple and the violet streak that ran through her hair

- “all might?” Koshi sounded amazing at the sight of him

- you laughed a bit

- Chiyo let go of his hand and sprinted to you

- “ MAMA I WAS SO SCARED! But the mr all might helped me! Oh oh and Koshi! Yay!” he patter her head when you picked her up

- he was still overly amazed by all might

- like midoriya level interested

- all might came to talk to you both

- you dont blame him 

- you bumped koshis arm to get him to ask for an auto graph before walking a little away to give them some space

- then Shinsou and Aizawa came around the corner

- you didnt see at first, to preoccupied with the girl in your arms that acted way to much like you to be healthy

- but shinsou sure as heck noticed you

- he had had a ten year old run straight in the middle of a training session a half an hour ago and almost kicked him in the gut

- and when the basically mini shinsou started going on a rant about now knowing where the heck Chiyo and Koshi were he was left completely confused

- Aizawa was the one who ended up getting the kid to calm down and tell them his name and enough info to find whoever he was talking about

- “alright hold on who did you say your parents were?” aizawa asked while pinching the bridge of his nose

- “Hitoshi and Y/n Shinsou,”

- shinosu spat the water out he was drinking

- aizawa eyes widened

- the kid was clearly to old for that to be right now

- then he told them how he got there and they all went to go find you

- when they found you with a little girl and a boy talking to all might they knew who the kids were right away

- “Oh Shinsou Hey!!” you adjust the girl and waved to him

- he gave you a small wave and came up to you with Aron on his heels

- “mom! thank goodness” the ten year old came up and hugged you “woah is that all might?!” you laughed and nodded before he went and joined his brother

- “so um.. Y/n I have something to tell you,” shinsou rubbed the back of his neck when you smiled at him

- he opened his mouth to talk when Chiyo cut him off

- “whos y/n?” she looked between you two. 

- “well that would be me,” you smiled at her and poked her sides

- she laughed a bit “no, daddy always calls you ‘love’ or ‘kitty’, thats your name mama” she giggled

- shinsou audibly gulped

- you smiled and raised your eyebrows at shinsou

- “you figured it out didnt you”

- you laughed

- “oh what? The fact that our entire family is here?” 

- shinsou sighed and nodded

- the boys came running back over to you two, both with papers in hand and incredibly big smiles while all might went over to aizawa to ask what the heck was happening

- “oh dad! Hi! you were a lot smaller when you were my age,” Koshi snorted at that last part while Aron started showing of his autograph to you

- “hey im not that small ya brat”

- “lot smaller than you are when we’re around,” Koshi shot back

- definitely has shinsous attitude

- “hey mommy, why IS daddy so tiny?” the girl in your arms asked

- you and the boys both busted out laughing at that one

- shinsou took the girls from your arms and started poking her sides quickly as she laughed

- “why you little” he said as she laughed

- you all ended up having a family day

- they ended up running into midoriya and all of them rushed him yelling about Uncle deku

- oh so i get stuffed on being small but not him” shinisou muttered next to you

- you snorted at that one

- they ended up all disappearing and going back around 9 that night

- and Shinsou finally had a good opening to ask you out

Shoji Mezo

- we all know that there is nothing in this boys room except his desk and bed right

- so when he was chilling on the balcony and heard a soft thud he knew nothing had fallen and was like

- huh now?

- so he turn around

- and finds a little girl?

- she looks like 5? maybe?

- shes looking around her from her spor on the floor

- she looks super calm too like

- whats going on

- Shoji just walks into his room slowly so he doesn’t scar her

- he pulled up his mask before heading in and kneeling down

- “hello?” he just sits in front of her a little distance away

- he really doesn’t want to freak her out

- she whips around to him and her smile is so freaking big

- she jumps on him

- “PAPA!!” shes so happy right now

- he doesn’t know what to do

- papa?? hes not a dad? maybe he looks like her dad, ya thats it

- “I- um how did you get in here?” he asked as he put a hand on his back

- she let go of his neck and and plops herself down in his lap and starts ranting about this annoying kid in her class

- his name is Kano and he always over does his actions

- shojis impressed with how she talks ngl

- kinda sounds like him as a kid

- she gets to the part on when he pointed his hand at her and some light happened and she ended up here

- “anyways papa wheres mommy?” she stands u on his knee and smiled at him

- “uhhh,” he doesn’t exactly know what to do for a second

- then she started talking again

- she seemed to talk a lot

- it kind of reminded him of how you for into your rants 

- “wait why are you wearing your mask?”

- he froze

- what? does she wan him to take it off? why? 

- “you don’t normally wear your mask with me? are you uncomfortable with me now?”

- once again he was impressed by how she talked for a five year old

- he couldn’t really dwell on it to long cause she was getting teary eyed and her lip in wobbling

- he panics a bit

- he doesn’t have to much experience with kids or how to stop crying

- then the light of his life and savior came through the door

- now you two had already been dating

- so you just coming into his dorm was completely normal

- “Hey babe! I brought some snacks and my dvd play– oh are you…. busy?” you entered and looked up

- you blinked at the girl that was almost crying in his lap

- at least until she physically brightening

- she kicked of of the large boy and ran into you

- “MOMMY!!” she basically screamed before latching onto your leg

- you were very confused honestly

- mommy who now?

- shoji was suspiciously red in the corner

- he had noticed how she had looked like you

- minus the hair color and eyes

- you bent down a bit and picked her up on reflex

- “uh shoji? whats happening?”

- “I dont know”

- both of you agreed that you need to go tell mr aizawa

- so you walked there, the little girl messing with your hair

- “by the way, what your name tiny?” you asked, bumping you hip to readjust her a bit

- “mama you know my name,” she giggled 

- you thought for a second

- “but do you?”

- “of course I do mommy!! It’s Aniko!!” she huffed and crossed her arms

- shoji watched you both from his spot next to him

- he never would have come up with something that fast to figure out her name

- when aizawa saw the kid in your arms he looked between you two before sighing

- after shoki said what happened he said that they would figure it out in the morning and just have her stay with one of you tonight

- she was already falling asleep on your shoulder anyways

- so you both just walked back to your dorm setting her in your bed before shoji and you stepped out for a minute

- “I am so sorry about this,” he sighed

- yo just laughed

- “oh dont worry hun. Shes funny. Not to mention Im pretty perfect if I do say myself,” you smiled up to your boyfriend

- he smiled at your little display of pride

- so you both went in the room, he kissed your daughters forehead, then kissed you and left for his room

- you noticed the girl slightly fading as you tucked her in and had a feeling she would be gone by morning

- shoji freaking a bit when he opened your door and found no child but caught on fairly fast lol

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one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

A la madre

local adventurers get body swapped and fuck sloppy style

2.5 K words / warnings - unprotected pinv sex, fem body for reader, oral (m+f receiving), slight choking, pwp, not super proofread

summary - something something marcille and senshi need medicinal herbs… its not important. you and chilchuck and laios get it on in each other's bodies

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“Laios, I don’t know if you should touch those…”

“He definitely shouldn’t!”

Laios touches the vibrant orange flower petals, grazing his fingertips from the outer curl towards the neon yellow stigma, “I think if I press right here, then…”

“Laios!” Chilchuck shrieks at the same time you gasp, “No!”

A yellow powder spews from the now gaping stigma, clogging Laios’ entire head. In your shared panic to rescue the man, you and Chilchuck also inhale traces of the pollen. It tastes unexpectedly sweet, like ripe apples fresh from their tree -- it’s also incredibly disorienting. Head spinning and throat tight, you’re forced to clench your eyes while stumbling for either of the familiar bodies you’d arrived with.

You find one -- cold metal flattening your palm, though it’s strange -- what you’re touching is only the waist of Laios’ cuirass, but you’re reaching up. Your fingers just barely graze the lip of his arm opening.

Certain you’re not kneeling, and now uncertain that you’re sane, you open your eyes to gaze into the beaming reflection of… yourself. But this version of you has her hands skimming down her sides, nails biting the pouch over your tummy.

Glancing up, you find brown fingerless gloves covering your hand. You also find that you have to really stretch your neck to look up at Laios, who is staring down at you with a disturbed flinch.

“Laios?”

It's your own voice that heeds, “Yeah?”

Slowly, you swing your(?) head to face yourself, eyes wide, “Laios?”

“Yeah?”

With an uncertain, shivery hand, you point up at the armored blonde, “Chilchuck…?”

Laios’ voice whispers back your name before gently pleading, “Get out of my body…”

“I don’t know how!” you wail, tugging on brown hair just to feel the sting that confirms this isn’t some horrible nightmare, “Laios, what’d you do?!”

“If you squeeze this flower right, then it goes into self-defense mode and releases a pollen-like substance that switches people’s souls and bodies. Pretty neat, right?” his excitement with the flower is interrupted by a more carnal curiosity, “Can I feel?” he hovers your own hands over your chest and makes a squeezing motion, “I wonder if they’re as squishy as they look?”

“Sure…”

“Yay,” he murmurs, immediately latching to your chest, “Your breasts are so soft, and warm.”

“Thanks,” your naturally gentle tonation sounds odd, dissonant with Chilchuck’s agitated and shrill voice.

“Don’t let him fondle you!” Chilchuck, bizarrely, sounds natural in Laios’ body. Loud and resolute, “That’s so inappropriate!”

“I don’t mind, Chilchuck, really.”

“And don’t say my name with my own voice!”

“Sorry…”

“I wonder how you feel inside.”

Disturbed, you and Chilchuck’s heads turn toward where Laios continues to grope your (his?) chest -- his breaths shortening to gasps and lip sucked between his teeth.

“What’d you just say?” Chilchuck points a shaky finger at Laios.

If Laios finds looking himself in the face strange, he makes no indication. Merely beaming at Chilchuck in his body and shrugging while squeezing your boobs, “Isn’t it so cool that just pollen can swap us so perfectly? Why wouldn’t we try to explore each other’s bodies in a situation like this?”

Chilchuck’s embarrassment makes Laios’ cheeks flare red hot, an annoyed huff spiking past his clenched teeth, “It’ll only make things worse for the party in the long run! Inter-party romance is a terrible idea!”

“It’s not romance, just investigation.”

Before a punch can be thrown from the flustered Chilchuck, you lay a lithe hand on either man’s shoulder (pushing into the back of your mind how strange it is to call a hand smaller than your own yours), “Laios, you have to see how strange that sounds to people not as… curious as you.”

“But I’ve always wanted to know how your bodies work,” Laios frowns, “I get that we’re all humans, so it's basically the same thing and not as interesting, but when it comes to you two I just can’t help it. I want to know how soft your mouths are and how your joints roll in action,” he then peers specifically at Chilchuck, batting your lashes pathetically, “Especially your body, Chil, since I rarely see you do more than deactivate traps.”

“That’s because that’s my job! I don’t fight!”

“Chilchuck, he’s not judging you,” you move the hand on his shoulder down to his hand, Laios’ large palm massively overwhelming Chilchuck’s -- you’re captivated by the difference, “If Laios had a problem with you not fighting, I’m sure you wouldn’t still be in the party.”

“I just want to know how you both feel,” you could cringe at the sound of your voice saying something so naughty, but for the sake of Laios’ feelings you don’t, “Inside and out.”

“Did you consider how that’d be for us? Having to look our own faces in their face during something like that.”

“Like what? I just want to poke,” Laios stretches your fingers with a wiggle, “Maybe some fingering.”

That’d be more believable if Laios wasn’t such a terrible liar, his tells making your back straightening impossibly and knees buckling. Laios starkly dodges both yours and Chilchuck’s scrutinizing stares.

“We know you better than that. You’ll wanna go all out,” despite your inclination to give Laios the benefit of doubt, you’re forced to nod alongside Chilchuck’s accusation.

“Is that so bad?”

Is it?

You’re not as anatomically intrigued as Laios (at least pretends to be), but you can’t lie to yourself and say the men aren’t attractive. Laios is beefy yet kind, piercing amber eyes and soft blonde hair -- his arms look perfect for holding you down as he impales you with his cock. Chilchuck is slight and nimble, big brown eyes with thick lashes and silver hairs sprinkled through brown locks -- his dominable frame would be easy to ride until he’s got tears in his eyes and pleas flowing from his fussy lips.

“I don’t think so,” you move, stepping over to Laios’ side, “I think it could be worth a try.”

“No way!” Chilchuck glares at you for your betrayal, “There is no chance I’d ever do something so depraved!”

.

.

.

“This is so weird…” Chilchuck whines from Laios’ throat, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the sight before him.

You, in Chilchuck’s own body, knelt beside Laios occupying your body as you both lick over his flushed erection. Laios seems to show no shyness, eagerly teasing your soft lips across his skin until he’s tonguing the underside. Meanwhile, you’ve got the smoldering head twitching on your tongue -- suckling softly before releasing your lips with a pop and laving the side with attention. Eventually, Laios bores of kitten licks and lowers towards the balls, giving you room to suck his penis into your mouth fully.

Chilchuck winds a hand, larger than he’s used to controlling, through your hair, peeking under his spare arm to watch Laios abuse your likeness. Blinking sweetly and humming while warming his own nuts with gurgled saliva. With advanced hearing, you can make out even the minute sound of Laios’ inferior gag reflex choking on his own balls.

You can also make out the deep rumble of Chilchuck panting and swallowing around his own arousal, lodged in his throat. Hoping to coax out the desire, you relax your gullet and bury your nose against flaxen pubes, making Chilchuck shudder and buck further into your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs, squeezing tighter around brown hair and shaking out your head before wrenching you back, “Wanna fuck your face.”

If you didn’t want him to as well, you’d be busy pointing out how your face is really his.

Instead, you moan eagerly and let your mouth hang open. Digging blunt nails into the handles on his hips for leverage as Chilchuck snaps into your gaping, velvety mouth. Spit gurgles past the rim of your lips, your sudden super hearing picking up every soft, throaty groan that spills from his chest. Despite his every effort to drown the sounds in kisses with Laios, you hear it -- you even hear how their lips mesh above your head.

Silky moans let out by your own voice, it’s startling. And arousing. Which makes it even more startling.

Chilchuck gasps and huffs abruptly, pulling you back to beat his cock against your puffy, raw lips. His whole body scrunches as broken, spotty moans dribble through him, shooting cum down your throat -- though having to bury his face into Laios’ neck (technically your neck) to avoid seeing his own face swallowing his seed.

With your own voice, heady and ragged with lust, Laios sprawls to the ground with spread legs, “I’m so hot,” he brainlessly bucks up against his roaming hand, eyes snapping to you, “How do you live like this?”

“I’m not horny all the time, Laios!”

Completely bypassing your protest, as per usual, Laios whimpers and undoes your trousers -- tickling a trembling finger down his (your) slit, “I need someone in me, please, please?”

You and Chilchuck stare at each other for a short while, silently debating who would be the one -- with newfound stamina in Laios’ body, Chilchuck could theoretically do it if he felt so greedy. Thankfully, he does not, and reclines beside Laios before pressing kisses into his neck while yanking you over by the belt. With eyes closed, he expertly undoes the pants to pull your brand new cock out.

Calloused, yet warm, hands stroke along your shaft in slow pumps before feeding your (his) tip into Laios.

Yours and Laios’ inexperience at the shared sensation is abundant in how you’re both gasping, sweat-slick messes. Laios wiggles further onto your cock, keening and back arching at the intrusion, while your hands are clammy and shaking on his hips. Your eyes can only stray as high as the breasts before things feel… weird… so you choose instead to obsess over the sight of your cock sliding in and out of a soaked cunt. Messy slick glinting in the sunlight, face melting with need, and all rational thought sucked into the tight clench of Laios.

Whining and leisurely thrusting into Laios, you close your eyes to fully absorb the sensations around you. Still, your heightened hearing can pick up the downright obscene gush of your sloppy, wet cunt being fucked open.

Chilchuck lays beside Laios, making you flinch at the unseen act of tracing his fingers around your cock in Laios to gather the splashing wetness before swirling the sodden pads into Laios’ clit.

“Ah!” your voice spikes, Laios grabbing Chilchuck’s wrist as if he could use your dwindling might to bat off his own strength. Chilchuck grins despite himself and continues abusing the bundle of nerves as desperation makes your drilling speed up. Laios wails and bunts eager hips to meet your thrusts, “Ah, ah, ah, ah- so good! This feels amazing!”

Laios presses the hand not clutching Chilchuck’s against your tummy, fingers prodding where cock batters his insides. Huffy little fuck, fuck, oh fucks leaving pouty, raw-bitten lips.

“Does it feel good?” Chilchuck laughs at you both, his sarcasm only being met with varied, broken ‘uh-huh’ responses. A thought brews in his following silence before he reaches up with a spare hand, “How about this, then?”

Suddenly, Laios’ large hand is wrapped around your neck, pressuring the sides to make your head spin.

Oh.

Oh that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Sudden restricted air pushes your hammering hips into overdrive, gut fizzling and tightening until you’re certain you’ll combust from the inside. You squeeze bruises into your own hips as you slam into Laios’ pliant body.

“Oh my God,” he suddenly wails from your mouth, “I think I’m- fuck! - am I?” his breath hitches, eyes wide and thighs cinching around your pumping hips, “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, then,” Chilchuck snides with lips still pressed to Laios’ neck, rudely pinching his clit, “Cum for us.”

“I’m cumming,” he babbles, throwing his head back, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

Laios’ complete lack of will obliterates your own, the intense milking of his orgasm around you practically pulling cum from your cock. You gasp under Chilchuck’s choking while stuffing Laios full.

As soon as you’ve pulled Chilchuck’s softening cock out, Laios darts a hand down to finger your abused cunt. Puffy lips parting around curious fingers, thighs twitching at the unwelcomed overstimulation. Mixed cum leaks onto his digits before he accidentally brushes a thumb over his own clit, sending his thighs clenching around his hand as he forces another orgasm from your body.

You blink, suddenly much drowsier than before, and when you open your eyes you’re on the ground. With twitching, aching thighs and a hand between your legs.

Before you can acclimate to the realization you’re returned to your proper body, large hands are spreading your thighs again. Laios dives in, much too excited, and licks along your slit with a seedy groan and pinched brows. As if he’s deriving pure pleasure from sucking your combined release out of your pussy. If anything, the unadulterated oddity and grossness confirms that Laios is, in fact, back in his own body.

“I remember you were needing a little something, big guy,” Chilchuck tiredly slumps against Laios’ side, reaching below the belt to tug Laios’ hardening cock, “Guess you do have a lot of stamina.”

“I wanted to taste it on my fingers before we switched back, but now I can have it on my real tongue,” Laios deliriously giggles, “How lucky is that?”

You’re given no pause to respond before he’s returning to tongue-fucking your spasming hole.

Chilchuck presses lazy kissing along Laios’ flushed skin, jostled slightly when Laios abruptly sits straight, bucking his hips into Chilchuck’s fist as he asks, “Can I cum on you? I want to taste us all together. I need to know- !”

“Fine!” you’re borderline shrieking, sniveling and sobbing in the overstimulation, “Yes, yes, cum on my cunt, Laios. Do whatever you want!”

As if waiting permission, once those words are uttered, Laios spurts across your heated groin. He wastes no time basking in his euphoria before drunkenly lapping up his cum dribbling across your pussy and into yours and Chilchuck’s juices.

“Feral,” Chilchuck notes, smearing the excess sperm across Laios’ thigh and collapsing by your side.

Quicker and more violent than you’d like, another orgasm swells from your tummy to your hips. Thighs clapping against Laios’ ears as his tongue lulls out to sap up your cum. Your nails scrape Laios’ scalp as you wrangle him back when you notice him trying to sink in for more.

“Laios, please!” you tiredly protest.

“Off,” Chilchuck says it short and curt, like training a puppy, as he bats Laios’ head.

Laios lifts his head and drops beside you as well, turning onto his side to stare at you both -- hands curled towards his chest for comfort, “That was fun. We should do it again, but with our normal bodies.”

Unbeknownst to Laios, both you and Chilchuck are passed out and tangled around on another. And unknown to all three of you, Marcille and Senshi are coughing and hacking out a plan to crawl out and search for your group on the hunt for medicinal herbs.

Fun! Natural! Fun!

Roomates

Chapter 1

Summary: you finally move out of your aunties house and your parents gave you your own house and money as a gift before they died. But you realize that there’s someone in your house as you finally move in

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You put the last box in the truck, cracking your knuckles while turning around to greet your auntie. It was time to say goodbye to her, after living with her for so long, you finally had enough money to move into a new house, a bigger house. You hugged your auntie, wishing her a farewell goodbye before getting in the truck to drive. You watched as she slowly faded away from the rearview mirror. Letting out a sigh at the thought of a new life. You were only twenty two, finally having a place to yourself, not having to rely on your auntie to have a roof over your head. Your parents were the ones who were letting you keep this house. Along with lots of money. You wanted to thank them, but sadly they were dead.

You didn’t know how it happened, you stayed with your Auntie and she was the one who got the call about them. As a gift, they gave you this house and money to give you a head start. You were grateful for it, wishing they were still alive so that you could thank them. The car ride was peaceful, eventually making it into the house, your jaw dropped, looking at the house, it wasn’t just a house… it was a mansion. A huge brown mansion, your parents wanted to give you this? How rich were they?

You didn’t know much about our parents, only remembering little stuff from when you were a little child, your Auntie was the one that showed you pictures of them and told stories about them. You always wanted to know more since you couldn't remember them much. Looking down at the key you had, you know that going into this house would change everything, your new life would start just by taking a step inside. You smiled to yourself, getting out of the car with the key. Walking alongside the sidewalk that led you to the front door, turning the key in the lock and hearing it click. Slowly pushing the door open to reveal a beautiful modern living room.

A couch was pressed against the wall along with a coffee table that matched the brown color of the cough, a rug was placed in front of it, across from it was a fireplace, hanging over it was a huge television. “Wow.” You mumbled, knowing that there were gonna be more rooms that would amaze you more than this. You kept walking until you ran into the kitchen, white and black cabinets filled your eye view, an island separating you from the other counters on the other side. The black ceiling light came on once you flipped the light switch. A large silver sink was placed in the middle of the counters. Shiny and clean. You looked to her left, it was a door, opening it to see an empty pantry. “Well, I guess I’ll know where to put my snacks.” You chuckled to yourself,

Another door caught your eye near the stairs, it was just a closet. A nice sized one too. Finally, you went upstairs, mainly doors hit you at once, taking a look in each room. There were at least seven to eight bedrooms and one bathroom. A few of the other bedrooms had bathrooms themselves. There was a huge bedroom that had a bathroom in it, you were gonna claim it as your own bedroom. It was a queen sized bed with a gold and white comforter set on the bed with pillow sheets. Did my parents decorate this mansion themselves? You thought.

This place was amazing, but why did they give you a mansion? It’s not like you’re gonna have roommates or family members come live with you. My parents must be crazy rich, no wonder they gave me this much money along with a mansion.” You didn’t mind, giving the time to be by yourself.

You loved your Auntie, you really did, but everyone needs peace and quiet sometimes, there was also a certain room that caught your eye. It seemed like an office room, but you wanted to change it into something else. A relaxing space where you can put your books in and be in the room for as long as you want. “Huh… I might love this place.” You already had a layout for it too. For now, you’ll start unpacking. Grabbing as many boxes and bags as you can one by one and placing them on the living room floor until the truck is empty. Sorting through your boxes, luckily, you had them labeled. You put your clothes and shoes in your room and all of your books in the office room. Placing some of your picture frames on the night stand by your bed and in the living room, the picture frames consisted of pictures with your auntie and a few with your parents. Even kissing one of them before placing it down gently on the table.

You stayed upstairs for a few hours, folding and sorting clothes, putting them up in your closet, putting your shoes in a neat line, and stacking them when necessary. You then went back downstairs, now having to create a list of what you’d need from a few stores, you’d need a lot of kitchen utensils and silver wares. Plates and cups already filled the cabinets. You looked around for anything else, eventually seeing a dining room. Chairs were pushed in nicely while decorative plates were sitting in front of each chair. Fake fruit covered the middle part of the table. “Wow. My parents must have it all.”

You left again, to get things from the store. Still being on the lookout since there are lots of rumors going on in your town. They say that there are too many killers on the loose, some in different states, even countries. So you brought a few things as protection, especially when you're in public. Some of them like to stalk people for an odd reason. By the time you came back, your truck was filled with bags. You nodded to yourself. Feeling like you've done enough things for the day. “Okay… that's enough shopping, time to head home.”

Home…

It felt weird to call it home now, but you knew that you’d get used to it eventually. Once you made it back home, you put things where they needed to you, pots and pans went in the lower cabinets, and silver wares went in drawers. Water bottles went in the fridge and snacks went in the pantry. Frozen meats went into the freezer along with other frozen foods. You sat down on the couch, surprisingly, it was comfortable. Comfortable to where you began to drift off. All that moving caught up to you, making you tired. You fell asleep peacefully….

You then woke io, but you felt a weird presence in your house. Being cautiously aware of what was happening, you slowly got up to look around. Seeing if any windows were open or even anything broken. Nothing, a breeze or you, there was a back door. There’s a back door?! You thought. A chill went down your spine, you didn’t see that door there, now there’s someone in your house.

You acted fast, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, checking the downstairs area for the person who invaded your home. No one’s there. You then went upstairs. A low creak caught you off guard in one of the rooms. Pressing your back against the wall, you opened the door with your arm, waiting for the person to walk out so you could strike a move. No one was there, you peeked your head in, seeing that the cost was clear, you held onto the knife while going in. A cold, hard hand grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against a wall. Causing you to drop your knife.

New hyperfixation just dropped