Br0wnies' Shorts
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Thread Topic: Br0wnies' Shorts
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So, right now I'm fangirling over my ship. You know the one. Alyssa the tattoo artist and Byakuya Togami the scion. Ah, I love the two together so much. I'll post something for them in a minute.
(By the way, whatever happened to my poem thread?) -
"Stop it." she whined, attempting to push him away as he nibbled on her neck. Alyssa could feel a little rush of warm breath on her skin as Byakuya smirked to himself. "No, stop it."
Her breath was stolen by a little suck, and a little squeak emerged from her lips as he grabbed onto her waist tighter, shifting as she squirmed around in his lap.
Byakuya looked up at her, blue orbs shining with amusement. Tiny glimpses of pearly white could be seen as he smiled at her deviously.
"Why so, dear? Don't you enjoy it?"
An emphasis was placed on enjoy it, then he began to bite again, but harder, and yet was interrupted when Alyssa grabbed a firm hold of his jawline. Then her mouth opened slightly, and she pushed her force onto his lips.
"That's why. I wanted to kiss you." she now gave him her own little smirk after taking her tongue out of the entrance of his mouth, seeing his face go red. -
Soft snores of peaceful slumber interrupted Byakuya's reading. He was in the library like usual and across the hall, a feminine form, face covered by purple hair, lay in the classroom 2-A, slumped down in one of the chairs in front of a desk.
He gritted his teeth as the ends of his rather large book snapped shut. Setting down the reading material, he got up, and figured it would be nice to take a walk and get some fresh air anyways.
Leaving the room, Byakuya took a quick glimpse at the clock, reading, 9:47. It would began to transition into the night hours in just thirteen minutes. He'd better hurry.
Looking around, the scion felt the second floor gently shake and rumble. He could guess that the sleeping person was on the same floor as him. That seemed to bug him a little, recalling that he told the other students not to bother him from now on. Who was here?
Eventually, at 9:56, Byakuya had checked all of the rooms, except for the two classrooms. He quickly swiped his identification card to open one of the classroom doors, and didn't find anybody there within the first few seconds of scanning the room with his blue eyes. He didn't have time to check thoroughly.
That left one room left.
Somebody must be in there, otherwise I'm just hearing things. the heir thought, swiping his identification card in the slot. The door slowly creaked open and he stepped in, looking around. His vision landed on a student. The body looked familiar. He walked over to it and picked it up in his arms, ID slowly slipping from his fingers.
Before the card fell out of his hand, he took the time to carefully put it in his back pocket, then returned his gaze to the female, stare softening. Byakuya stepped out of the room and quietly closed the door, heading down the stairs.
The first thing he was going to do was atleast take her back to her room. He didn't want to wake the lady up. Suddenly, when he reached the bottom of the stairs and made entrance into the first floor, Monobear popped out of nowhere, seemingly stern.
The blonde jumped, fixating on what was in front of him and trying to piece together what he had done wrong. Surely the principal must think he broke a rule or something.
"Hey!" Monobear's tone was firm.
"Hey!" Byakuya whispered back, eyes narrowing. He gestured to the woman in his arms. "Do you not have any conscious thought?"
The black and white bear walked towards him, jumping up and attempting to pry her from his arms, but before he had the chance, Byakuya turned away from him.
"Yer not in trouble! She is!" Monobear yelled, just loud enough to wake Alyssa up. She cooed, shifting in Byakuya's arms.
He could feel his cheeks growing hot, but still stood tall. "What do you want?"
"She was sleeping in a classroom! She can only sleep in her room! It's rule three!"
Byakuya took out his virtual student handbook and flicked his thumb on the screen, putting rule three on the list of guidelines into view.
Rule 3: Only sleep in the dormitory rooms - sleeping in other rooms will lead to punishment.
He looked down at the bear, and an almost apologetic look was given. "You can't blame her. I don't think she could have made it to her room."
"Of course she could have! All she had to do was walk down the stairs and out of the cafeteria!"
"Just let it slide." Byakuya almost begged, and Monobear gave a grunt, staring Alyssa down, then turning away to leave.
The man looked down at Alyssa, pressing his lips on her forehead. She wrapped her hands around his neck and comfortably closed her eyes and caught a couple minutes of sleep as the scion carried her in his arms.
Instead of heading towards her room, he made a beeline for his, and quickly inserted his ID one more time. Taking it out of the slot with one hand, he opened the door, closed it, and released a breath of relief as he could hear the bell calling for the night time hours. Monobear did his usual announcement telling the students on little television screens around the schools to head back to the dormitory.
Setting Alyssa on the bed, he didn't take the time to change into his pajamas. Instead, he climbed under the sheets with her and began to share an embrace. As they were kissing, the thought of the book he was reading entered his mind. He left it there in the library.
At first he was worried about going to retrieve it, then realized that he could no longer leave his room until the morning. Byakuya's eyes closed for a second as he snuggled with Alyssa. He would grab it in the morning on his way to the cafeteria when he would meet up with the other students. But for now, he just wanted to curl up and drift to sleep. -
Voice recording of the reading of the previous story:
Read by Mistyheart13. -
"Do you love me?"
The man's brown eyes widened, dilating on her. His fingertips ran across the stubble on his chin as he pondered the question. It took him a couple minutes to answer, which made her mad.
"Well, I--"
"--Why do you have to think about it?"
Yasuke ended his slumping episode and rapped his arm around her, the red coat tied around his waist gently brushing up against her hip. His blonde ponytail blew in the wind as the two sat in the grass.
Mahiru stared up at him with wide olive eyes, pupils losing life. She looked down, seemingly kind of sad, and heaved a sigh. Then she got up and she thanked him for the visit.
Before she had the chance to turn away, Yasuke took her hand in his and gave her a warm and meaningful kiss. He sighed, looking worried, then turned to face the ground sheepishly.
"Let's just say...I just...I don't hate you, a-alright?" -
Kindly yield the fanfictions between Alyssa and I - they reveal too much of our privacy.
Alyssa: I like them. o//u//o
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Anai was so short that she had to look up at the Britishman in front of her. He wasn't that much taller than her, but tall enough that she had to lift up her chin just to get a clear view of his features.
"No." she said simply, Hawaiian accent making his emerald gaze soften.
"Why not?" his own accent lingered with her voice.
"Because, Arthur. Why should I have to explain?"
Arthur lightly took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, taking his thumb and rubbing the black leather glove covering it against it.
"S-stop..." Anai blushed.
The man didn't respond, instead just pulled her into an affectionate embrace and began to kiss her neck. He felt her squirm, so he tightened his grip until she obeyed. -
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^ Credit to Lucky for that, of course.
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^ Redone version of the link above, also written by Lucky. -
We were both sprawled across the soft linen bedsheets, our breaths evened out to match. His soft blonde hair covered part of his eyes. He looked so handsome without his glasses on - shining turquoise directing light onto icy blue, it felt nice when he would contemplate longingly at me. Whenever I was with him like this, I felt like I was the only other person in the world. The only other he cared about. The only other he loved.
This feeling aches inside of me everyday. I would hold his hand and walk by his side everywhere. I was his accomplice. An accomplice he didn't mind. And when we were finished with our daily journey, he would pick me up and carry me home, securing me in the hospitality of his arms. I would enjoy every second of it, then when he landed me on my feet one more in front of his house, he would kiss me on the forehead and open the door for us.
After venturing up the stairs, we would lay here like this. In each other's arms, trying to get closer. Then we would fall asleep, and the cycle repeats.
The next morning, unfortunately, he had to go into work again. I wish we would just have a day to ourselves for once. I don't mind following him around once more, but I'd rather do this.
His phone started ringing. He took a second to wake up and widen his lifeless-looking eyes. Picking it up, I watched him as he said he wouldn't be coming into work today and hung up. My own eyes widened. But why? He was always going into work. It was a routine we were both confined to. What motivated him to rebel?
"I can't do this anymore," he complained, his husky tone taking over. "I want to be able to spend more time with you."
"But we're always together." I replied, trying to sound concerned. A note of regret filled my mind. I knew where he was getting at, actually. And honestly, I want it just as bad as he does.
He ran his hands through his hair and his face, then rested his features in his palms, slouching over the side of the bed. "I want more alone time with you. I never get to do things just with you. It's always work."
I ran my hand down his bare back, and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Okay. Then we'll spend today alone. We'll do things just between us."
He sat up and I did as well. A smile met my lips as I could see his eyes restoring life. He wrapped his arms around me, and we both lay back down, our bodies snuggling up against each other.
I could feel his lips slightly tickling my cheek, and then I bit my lip as he traveled down further.
I love being this close to him. I'm such a lucky woman. -
The room was so dark that she couldn't make out anything. Even if it was a little past 6 am, the outside sky turned a pretty deep blue and the sun was rising, all of the windows and doors were shut so that she wouldn't be able to see. All she could do was uneasily grip the sides of the office chair and hope that nothing was going to jump out and scare her.
Katy the Kitty was always followed around that ass of a bear - Freddy Fazbear. He would woo her and try to flirt with her, but most of the time she would just ignore it. It appeared as if the feeling wasn't shared. They were animatronics, after all. How could one fall in love with another? They couldn't. It's impossible. Robots usually don't convey feelings.
All of these were thoughts that occurred to mind when the cotton pink feline felt her paws become sweaty while holding onto furnished ends. Her tail lashed warily, and suddenly--
She was touched.
First her waist, then her chest, and more places. Katy felt herself become inaudible as the big paws traveled around her body. Then, it stopped. The paws held themselves back, and a low chuckle was heard.
"Don't be nervous, darling." the deep voice cooed. "It's just me."
"Who?"
"Me."
"Who is me!?"
Her ears flattened. She should have known. Freddy Fazf---. That damned f---ing bear. He wrapped his arms around her neck gently, and she could feel the rest of his body press against the back of the chair. Before she could resist, Freddy pressed his large paws against her mouth, muting her screaming swears.
"Now, now, Katy, you don't want to make such a ruckus, now do you? We're about to open. You listen to me and you listen to me well, my lovely."
Then he walked from behind the chair and grabbed her.
During the day, Katy was absent from the stage. She wasn't able to preform due to trauma. And so, the band went on without her. -
I want to know what caused the trauma so much
I like reading the details of pain
if it's torture I want to read every word
other than that it's lovely -
it was sexual contact without permission
you know...
rape
but I can't include details like that because then I'd get in trouble
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