#Why is it like an ice or am i getting bluffed? :')

[official-mr-knight]

Anyone want any of this, or...

Why is it an ice or.. A candy? Also i met someone earlier kind of a uhh sound like marc

[fiapartridge]

2/2. May I please request something with Jack? His girlfriend being nervous/insecure because not only does she not know his family/team mates/friends etc but she has no prior knowledge/experience with hockey (any sports/sport activities really) and boating etc. Just feeling out of place in a world where her boyfriend and his family are some of the best/most famous. Obviously take this in whatever direction you wish or ignore it. (I come from a family of artistic city people and my only extracurriculars were volunteering at libraries and museums, I am as boring as they come lol)

obsessed | jack hughes

"i'm so obsessed with your ex..."

jack hughes x reader

summary: realizing that you have nothing in common with jack, you start to wonder why he even likes you in the first place.

warning(s): angst with a happy ending, cursing, luke and quinn being dicks sorry lol

fia's note 💌: VERYYY loose interpretation of this request LOL SORRY IF THIS IS ASS okayyy enjoy!

not proofread (i got lazy sorry lol)

You should’ve known what you were getting into once you got into your relationship with Jack. You should’ve known that it would be hard; that dating a hockey player—a famous hockey player—would be hard, but you, for some reason, didn’t let that stop you. During times like these, you wish it did.

“So, Y/N, how’d you get into hockey?” Ellen asked from across the dinner table. You were too busy stuffing your plate to hear, and once the table fell silent, you knew she had asked you something. 

Embarrassed, you set your plate down, taking Jack’s hand instead. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed, and then the whole table laughed, and you felt your cheeks grow warmer and your body more tense. Was it that bad? “I asked how you got into hockey, honey.”

“Oh,” you smiled, turning to her. “I didn’t really get into hockey until I met Jack,” you said, leaning closer to him as he smiled softly in return. To be honest, you were glad that you hadn’t been into hockey, or any sports in general, prior to meeting Jack. He taught you how to score a goal, how to celly, and even how to take a hit on the ice. (Jack said he was hitting you just how he would any guy, but you knew he didn’t even put a 1/10th of his weight onto you. Then, he called you Hulk for not even realizing how hard it was. You thought he was bluffing; you still do.)

“You don’t play, or skate, or anything?” Jim asked, cutting into his steak and stuffing the small slice into his mouth.

You shook your head. “No, I, um, my family wasn’t really big on any of that.”

Poking his head up, Luke smiled towards Jack as he pointed his fork at the older boy. “Katy knew all about hockey.”

Katy? You tilted your head to Jack, silently asking who Katy was. It was like he was trying to not make eye contact with you, like he was embarrassed. For who? For you? For him? Slipping your hand out from his, you placed both of yours under your thighs, trying to still yourself from shaking. You shook when you were nervous. Jack knew and he was scared—scared that his family was gonna go ahead and ruin it all. 

Sensing your confusion, Luke nodded at you. “Katy was Jack’s girlfriend in high school. Lead scorer in her team’s league. She was legendary. Whatever happened to her, Jack?”

You felt your chest clench, and your hands underneath your thighs weren’t helping anything, and you couldn’t stop bouncing your knee, and Ellen was staring at you again. You just wished they would stop staring at you, like they were waiting for a reaction from you. 

“Luke, shut up,” Jack scolded, trying to grab your hand from under your thigh as you shook your head. You just wanted this to be over. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet his family. You shouldn’t have agreed to be with him. You were never going to be enough; not when there’s Katy; not when he had the most perfect girl for him, and he still chose to break up with her. When was he going to break up with you? Probably after this dinner. Probably after his family tells him that you’re not the one; that you’re not like Katy at all.

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted as Luke was just about to spew his rebuttal. You stood from your chair, laying your cloth napkin on the table as Jack looked up at you with concern. “Um, can I go to the bathroom?”

Quinn laughed. He laughed. He fucking laughed at you.

“Sure, honey,” Ellen smiled, silently scolding Quinn. “It’s in the hallway by the kitchen, third door on the right.”

“Thank you,” you said, not even looking up at anyone before quickly racing to the bathroom. 

Locking the door, you sat on the toilet cover, pulling out your phone, and immediately going to Instagram. He has to be following her. Someone has to be following her. And right when you searched up “Katy” on Luke’s Instagram following, there she was, in all of her hockey glory. The perfect girl. 

She had sandy blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and she looked at least 5’8, maybe even taller. She wore designer brands that your bank account wouldn’t even allow you to look at, and God, she looked amazing in that dress. But somehow, in some possible way, she looked even better in her hockey gear. She still had posts with Jack in her tags. She’s sitting on his lap at a party, red Solo cups in hand as he stares at her with a look he had never given you. You can see the way she’s loved by everyone around her; the way Ellen holds her like a daughter; how Luke plays games with her like a sister; how Trevor carries her over his shoulder like they’re best friends. You’ve never felt that way with anyone close to Jack.

Even back in New Jersey, every time you went out with the team, you felt like you were just there. Like you were just wasted space. Sometimes you wondered if they even knew your name. You told them plenty of times, but Dawson still asks every time you see him, and Nico still gives you those sad pity smiles, like it’s another reminder that you don’t fit in with Jack and his friends.

Sometimes you even question it. Why are you with Jack? You’re total opposites. He loves hockey, you know nothing about the sport. You think staying in and knitting is fun when his ideal nights are going to parties and getting drunk off his ass. You guys don’t even look good together. You know who he looks good with? Katy. 

Katy. Katy. Katy.

You’ll never be Katy.

“Y/N?” A knock at the door took you out of your spiral as you stared at the wooden slab, too scared to open it and be met with his entire family laughing at you from the hallway. “Baby, it’s Jack. I,” he stammered. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, his forehead resting on the door in front of him. I lost her, he thought. There’s no coming back from this. She hates me and my family, and I blew it. “I screamed at Luke; he had no right to talk to you like that. And Quinn’s getting yelled at by my mom as we speak. Please just—please let me in.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you opened the door, being met with a distressed Jack whose eyes were red and whose lips were swollen with the amount of chewing he was doing to them. It broke your heart to see him that way, but his family was right. Katy was perfect, and you’re nothing like her.

“Baby,” Jack stepped closer as you took a step back, ripping his heart into pieces. “Y/N.”

“Your family’s right, Jack.” “No, they’re not,” he argued.

You nodded, frowning, and holding back a sob because it felt over. It felt so over. “They are. They are because what do we have in common, Jack? Nothing! We have nothing in common, and everybody sees it! Jack, I—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “Don’t say it. Don’t break up with me.”

“Jack—”

“Who the fuck cares?” he exclaimed. “Who cares if we have nothing in common? I like you, I want to be with you, you’re my person! I don’t see that with anyone else.”

Rolling your hand down your face, you let out a tired sigh. “You’re gonna see it, Jack. You’re gonna realize that I’m not your person; that I’m not the one you want; that I’m awkward and boring and don’t get along with anyone you care about, and you’re gonna break my heart. And that’s just how it is.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? You think I could ever get tired of you? I like you because you’re nothing like my friends, or my family, or anyone I’ve ever dated. I broke up with Katy because her life was just hockey, and my life was just hockey, and everything was just hockey.” Stepping closer, he held your hips as your back hit the sink behind you. “I don’t want my life to be hockey. You’re the part of my life that I need. If I didn’t have you in my life, I think I’d go crazy,” he laughed as you rubbed your sleeve against your wet nose.

“Your friends don’t like me.”

“Fuck them,” he grinned, running his thumbs up and down your waist. “Plus, you haven’t met Coley yet. Think he’d like you more than he likes me.”

“What’s he like?”

“Taylor Swift karaoke—”

“Sold,” you chuckled as he shook his head, smiling at you like you were the only girl in the world, because to him, you were. “So this Katy girl,” you said, raising your eyebrow slyly.

“Is irrelevant,” he answered. “I only have eyes for you, pretty girl.”

[crownmemes]

Detective Sentences, Vol. 20

(Sentences from various sources for detectives and/or muses that like to solve mysteries. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Don't touch it! You'll contaminate it!"

"You must be a stone-cold killer, huh?"

"Tell me why I'm here. You never bring me anywhere near your work."

"I cannot afford spare time."

"How did you expect to get away with this?"

"I suppose you think you're very clever."

"Right now, I don't see any evidence - which is not unusual for you, might I add!"

"You know, dirt cleans off a lot easier than blood."

"It's called quid pro quo. You tell me something, I tell you something."

"I won't mention this to the police. That's all you'll get."

"How scared do you have to be to run out on the ice without any shoes?"

"I'm not even going to pretend to know how you did what you did, but you were right."

"If I help you, then you help me, right?"

"You just had to keep digging. You couldn't let it go, could you?"

"You're not wrong. You may not be right, but you're not wrong."

"I'm telling you, there is something going on - and I want to know what it is!"

"You see, but you don't understand."

"This man has eluded authorities for years. How did you find him so fast?"

"Have you ever shot anyone?"

"We've all changed. The job changes us."

"If you don't come with me right now, I will have to take restraining action, and I assure you, I'm fully capable of using whatever force necessary."

"Whatever you saw, you probably just took it out of context."

"How do I know you're not bluffing?"

"There will be evidence, if you look for it."

"I guess it shouldn't surprise me that you know to hotwire a car, huh?"

"You may not realise this, but I've been pretty damn patient with you already."

"You're working way too hard to piss me off. It makes me think you're hiding something."

"How the hell am I supposed to use that in a court of law?"

"Have the police been to see you?"

"I think at this point, I deserve an explanation."

"The fact that you won't explain explains everything."

"Were you born heartless, or did the job make you like this?"

"I like you. You see everything and say nothing."

"Why do you have a gun?"

"I'd like to kiss you, but the FBI might be watching."

"I'm not paid to be open-minded."

"I deal in facts, not bad feelings."

"I think you're jumping to a lot of conclusions."

"I actually hate guns, but hey, it's part of the job."

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 16

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping, self harm,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 16.

Rory grinned at the way their eyes flared, their whole expression screaming, “are you insane?” at him. They were always so easy to read. Right now, his bounty was thinking something like “but you have the guns? How can you expect me to deal with this?” Really, he should try to teach them how to school those reactions. They must be shit at bluffing. But he wasn’t that good of a person. He liked being able to see their feelings all over their face and was more than a little excited to put a deck of cards in their hand and win that jacket right off their back.

The mercenary took another step closer, looming over Rory’s side. “Back the fuck up, flyboy.”

The edges of Stardust’s lips twitched. They mouthed, flyboy, trying and only barely succeeding not to laugh.

Rory rolled his attention to the side, looking past the barrel at the mercenary. He smiled too, but he didn’t think it would look as cute as Stardust’s. “Hey, I get it, you’ve come to collect the high born. Give us a minute.” And then he looked at Stardust again. He was still smiling, but suddenly it didn’t feel as sharp. “I’m totally serious. This is on you.”

His bounty stomped a foot. “That’s stupid!”

“I can’t save you every time, Stardust.” He could, be he definitely wasn’t ready to unpack why he felt so willing to take on that job.

Their eyes widened and he knew they’d alighted on a point to help their cause. “You don’t let me carry any guns.” They waved both hands up and down their body as if he didn’t already know exactly what they were wearing and what they had in each pocket.

“Are you kidding?” the mercenary snapped, louder.

Rory enjoyed pretending he hadn’t heard him and instead nodded at Stardust. “Okay, fair point, you’re not armed.” He moved one hand slowly across his chest, toward a holster.

“Hey!” the merc with the gun aimed at his head warned, pushing the barrel against his temple.

“Here,” Cosmic said, lifting one gun from the holster by the butt, pinky finger out like it was a teacup.

Another mercenary took aim. “Put it down!”

The corridor of shoppers and sellers flinched back from the scene, wanting to watch but not wanting to get shot when things finally popped off.

Cosmic curled his lip again. “Yes, I’m handing over my weapon. That’s what you want, right? Now you’ll get my bounty and my gun.”

Stardust smiled. “Really?” They took the gun he offered and he could see they were surprised when the mercenaries didn’t immediately change their focus to them.

That surprise turned quickly to offense and Rory had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. They were still yelling at Cosmic to drop the second gun. Now that he’d moved, they wanted him to keep going. They wanted him to back up and turn—to get on the ground with his hands out where they could see them.

 “So, I get to keep this, right Cosmic?” Stardust asked.

He heard the subtle change in their voice. Were they annoyed because no one was seeing them as a threat or was it the way they were yelling at him now? Rory grinned. “No! It’s not a gift, you shit. I’m just letting you borrow it.”

“Walk over here slowly, primer,” one of the mercenaries shouted.

The other, the one beside them with a barrel bruising a spot on Rory’s temple, shoved at his head again. “Toss the second gun.”

He didn’t break eye contact with Stardust. He wouldn’t give them the compliment, but that primer had ice water in their veins. They might not be able to bluff for shit, but they didn’t flinch either.

“It can be like the jacket,” they said, still ignoring their imposing audience. Were they stalling? “We’ll share it!” Stardust suggested, still holding his gun like a strange object they didn’t know how to handle.

Were they waiting him out?

Eventually he’d have to bring this scene to an end if they didn’t do it. “This is not like the jacket! We are not sharing,” he said, but he was smiling. “We’re not even sharing the jacket. We just haven’t decided who it belongs to. In fact, you should let me hold it, so you don’t get any holes in it…”

“Thanks for the confidence… And forget it. I’m getting buried in this thing.”

“What? The hell you are! You’re not getting buried in our jacket! No one gets buried outside the prime anyway. That’s gross.”

“You two are fucking cracked,” the nearest mercenary grumbled, shoving Rory a stumbling step back and grabbed Stardust by the arm. He still had his gun levelled on Rory, but his shoulders relaxed and his eyes rolled.

“Fine,” Stardust said, still not looking at the guy even as he jerked them up onto their toes and pulled them a step back. “I’ll get cremated then.”

Rory raised an eyebrow, hands still up. Another step and he’d have to pull. He might get shot but it was better than letting them actually walk away with his primer. “Stop it. You’re not getting cremated in it either. It’s mine and, let’s just be real fucking clear, if you kick the bucket out here, I’m taking all of your shit. All of it. Even those nasty caramel coffees. You owe me a fortune at this point, the least you can do is give me the jacket!”

The mercenary lowered the gun he’d had pointed at Rory from head to chest and started to turn Stardust.

The muscles in Rory’s arm tensed, about to move, when he saw something shift in the primer. As soon as the barrel moved, as soon as he didn’t have it aimed at his head, they dropped the gun balanced on their palm into their other hand, fingers in place like they’d been born holding a weapon. The first blast was muffled by body armor and flesh, but it sent everything into motion.

Cosmic stepped in close, right up against their side, a bullet whizzing just past his head. His arm braced their back, keeping them close to him.

Screams rang out in the corridor of shops.

The mercenary slumped to his knees beside them and Stardust raised their gun arm, firing off two more shots and dropping two more bodies.

The crowd exploded, running in all directions. That wouldn’t last long. They’d be rushing back in to rob the dead just as soon as they realized the shots were over.

“Huh,” Cosmic said, an arm still around their back. He surveyed the scene. Three shots. Three bodies. “I’ll admit, I didn’t realize you could shoot that well.”

Stardust’s head whipped to the side to gawk at him. “Excuse me? What? You didn’t think a primer could shoot?”

He nodded, no reason to lie. “I guess neither did they.”                         

They turned to face him, almost no space between them. “Did you forget my last name?”

Rory huffed a laugh. “No, I didn’t forget what family you come from… I guess I just assumed you’d learned to kick up a mess and then let your guards handle it.” He hadn’t wondered how they’d survived being a magnet for trouble in the prime. Their name alone should be enough to keep them safe in the cradle of the Solar Court.

“What makes you think I had guards? I never said that,” they pointed out and he couldn’t help but notice that they hadn’t moved—hadn’t put any space between them.

“Hm… You’re right. You never said you had any guards,” Rory conceded.

Their mouth curved into a beautiful, devious grin. “So, that puts the score at six to one?”

“What? No, that’s only half a save. I was helping by being distracting. The score is now six to zero point five.”

They gave his chest a shove. “You stingy shit!”

He laughed, rubbing the spot like it hurt—like he wasn’t trying to press the feel of their hand into his skin. “I’m not just going to hand you the points.”

Stardust rolled their eyes but leaned in again, lifting and sliding his borrowed gun back into the leather against his ribs.

His heart beat faster and his breath caught in a way he had not been prepared for.

They were staring back at him, clocking that reaction with a sly flash of teeth in their smile.

“Well,” he exhaled and turned. “I can’t say I hate the way you put that gun back in my holster…”

Smug looked good on Stardust.

He wove through the lanes of the market back to the edge, knowing that Stardust was right on his heels. They stopped at the pick-up depot before the break off to the parking limbs of the station. A scan of his optic implant and their purchases arrived on a conveyor belt. “Grab that box of coffee drinks and let’s get out of here before whatever crime syndicate playing law in this station shows up.” Hopefully they wouldn’t have any affinity for these mercenaries. It was hard to know who would care—if anyone. It was all business. Getting killed holding a gun was just a bad day. “…Nice shots, Stardust,” he added when they slid past the edge of the market and down one of the parking corridors.

“I’m thinking it could use some more practice drawing though,” they said, surprising him.

“Hm? Practice? Like, you want me to find you a holster and—”

“No, like, you wear the holster and I draw.”

Rory rolled his head to the side to glance at them. They were serious. “Oh.” They couldn’t mean it the way it sounded though. “You want to pull my gun from my holster?”

They nodded. “Wouldn’t it be great? No one is going to expect it and that way you can still carry them around for us.”

He frowned at that us being used. The guns were not communal property… “I’ll admit… I love the aesthetic… And it would be a way to surprise an enemy…” He imagined something like today—mercenaries or pirates thinking they had the jump on them, Rory’s hands full, and his primer just sliding in close and then lifting one of his guns free to shoot. “Okay. We can practice it on the ship. But you have to let me wear the jacket.”

“You know I’ll just—”

He groaned dramatically. “Yes, I understand you’re just going to try to steal it back…” But the aesthetic would be perfect if he had the jacket on. They had to see that. What were they doing if not creating the best scene?

Stardust bounced the crate of protein drinks but nodded. “Fine. Deal. We’ll practice. Oh, if you want, I can mix us some drinks later, you know, to celebrate now that we have supplies—”

He barked a laugh. “No, I do not want you to mix me another fucking drink!” It hadn’t quite been long enough for him to forget that trick…

[blackraged]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Thoughts Pt2.

[❌❌contains SPOILERS❌❌]

Continuation from yesterday

Chapter 6

They keep switching between Bromance and Romance for Kenshi and Johnny. Which one is it now???

I adore Johnny being protective of Kenshi, and Kenshi holding onto him while walking.

The way reptile switched from human to lizard, makes it look like he is not actually shape shifting, merely casting an Illusion to seem human.

Nitara is hot and all, love the design, but....who thought it was a great idea to have Megan Fox voice her? No shade but the voice acting is pretty awful.

Kenshi trying to run in with Sento but is pushed back in a comedical way by Ermac SENT ME. I felt so bad but I couldn't stop laughing.

Sento activating in this fight was pretty cool, I will not lie.

Not Jerrod shouting out for Sindel😭😭

Chapter 7

I wonder why Liu Kang didn't get fully rid of Krusty Kronika. Just because he is playing god now doesn't mean she's any harmless. But also wasn't Kronika fully destroyed?

Lesbians

Johnny and Kung Lao trying to knock out Quan Chi in the middle of the street while dressed up in those carneval suits was a sight for sore eyes.

NOT THE SIDE KICK PREDICTIONS WITH REPTILE AND KENSHI LITERALLY FLYING IN PLSSS

This entire chapter is full of comedic bits, and I'm here for it. We need more stuff like this.

Chapter 8

I like the implication that some things are inevitable, no matter how you think you shaped things differently.

I enjoy Geras and Liu Kang s friendship a lot.

So Liu didn't intend for Kronika to be alive in this timeline after all.

"Father" Is smoke now Bi-Han and Kuais brother??Was he adopted adopted??

Aight but am I the only one who thinks Smoke looks like Elon Musk? Like, for real,, it's freaking me out.

I know Smoke is voiced by Yuri Lowenthal but I keep hearing Troy Baker.

That manipulative parallel from when Shang Tsung was a Merchant still was very clever

Chapter 9

Okay crazy theory, but what if Kronika isn't Kronika, but Alt Shang Tsung in disguise???

Why am I not surprised by the betrayal. Still having hopes that Bi-Han is just bluffing to save Kuai.

Kuai being out for blood is really entertaining. That melting sword scene was so damn cool too.

Scorpion being affected and literally burned by heat somehow doesn't make sense to me. Especially with Subzero seemingly not being harmed by frost and ice. Also Havik recovered from that melt off really fcking fast. Bowing down to you, king.

Bi-Han literally showing up from behind the cold wind was such an amazing entrance. I was even jumpscared a little.

5bucks that new course is the Shirai Ryu

Chapter 10

If the second timeline the ending to aftermath where Shang Tsung won?? If so, that is the coolest decision NRS has ever made so far.

Li Mei is so pretty. I adore her so much.

Have y'all noticed how weird the run animation in this game is. It's so awkward and looks half-assed.

Mileena is such a good fighter but I hate how much she is being babied. I know it's because of Tarkat, but it's kinda silly.

Lesbians

I am very amazed with the character design improvement in this game. I thought MK11 was already damn pretty, but MK1 really put the icing on top. There are so many fine details in the environment and outfits, I am eating this up like desert.

Will hopefully finish the rest of the game tomorrow though! Last and Final thoughts coming in soon!

[danpuff-ao3]

Aaah, I'd meant to send you birthday wishes from work but that obviously failed, so here's a late-evening pop of the champagne cork for you, Danni my dear! I hope you've had the happiest of birthdays, and that you're feeling relaxed and cherished and totally indulged. And I hope you know you're cherished here as well; that you're a gift unto yourself and a delight to know! Also a brilliant author with a narrative voice that hurts the gut and breaks and illuminates the heart, while salvaging splendor from the materials of loss and ugliness. May this year bring you happiness upon happiness and much joy in your own creativity and sense of self!

I wanted to write you a Snarry snippet, but I'm pants at dashing things off in the moment, so it doesn't quite come off to my satisfaction. It doesn't really end; it's just there. But I'm dropping it here anyway because I don't have any other gifts to give you (and I'm still reeling from your latest tour de force).

Have a marvelous vacation! 🍾🎂💝😘💖

"I don't get it," Ron said. "I don't get how you can go from my sister to that awful, ugly git."

"An ugly git with a fanciable arse," Harry joked, fending off irritation at the fact that even his oldest friend refused to understand.

Ron had outgrown the juvenile impulse to mime sticking his finger down his throat, but he still grimaced in disgust as he said, "You're barking. Let's be honest, you of all people could have anyone you – "

Harry cut him off with a glare, and Ron caught himself before straying too far into rubbishy Boy Who Lived territory.

A few seats over, Charlie slanted Harry a speculative glance, as if intrigued by the topic of Snape's arse. Harry hid a smile but was canny enough not to oblige him.

He wanted to tell them You haven't a clue. Because it wasn't only about a nice arse. Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else.

But those moments weren't meant for just anyone. They weren't meant for Ron or Charlie Weasley, for Hermione or Luna or Ginny. For all that Severus liked to insinuate their sexual compatibility into public places, there was a privacy to having a relationship with him, a sacrosanct quality that made everything five times more intense than Harry was used to.

Yes, Harry had been profoundly disturbed at first to discover it was Severus Snape's hard-faced respect, Snape's coal-black pessimism and tendency to bristle and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – that sent his cock and his temper soaring.

And Severus, after his initial recoil and ice-cold certainty that he was being pranked, had exploited that knowledge to the hilt.

Unfortunately, Ron couldn't just leave it. "It's not so much that it's a bloke, Harry. But why limit your, erm – " His discomfort smeared the words together into a smirk-worthy yerm, and the rest of the sentence proved what Harry had suspected, that he and Hermione were discussing Harry's love life behind his back. " – your erotic possibilities? No one in their right mind would call Snape sexy."

Exasperated, Harry almost shot back that no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. But since that girl had been Ginny, it would be beastly to talk about her like that.

Then he considered mentioning the fact that, far from feeling limited, he didn't think he could take much more possibility in his sex life, as Severus would do anything he wanted.

It was true. Having bluffed his way through his own insecurity, braced every bloody time for Harry to mock him – because Severus hadn't yet got beyond his conviction that Harry was immensely more experienced than he, and that his own deprivation in this area made him, as a forty-something man, ridiculous – Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him.

PI!!!! My dear sweet friend. I am lost for words. 🥹 You are much too kind to me (which I fully appreciate.) I had the most lovely of birthdays, with much joy and indulgence! Sunny days, magical sights, and heaps of delicious food! But best of all was all the love sent my way. I am truly blessed to have so many generous, darling people in my life. 🥰

Now...ahem. [TW: fangirl shrieking ahead]

Truly, the Universe has smiled on me for my birthday! After all, imagine had this little snippet not existed???? When it's so very much everything I want and need from Snarry!!!!

Things I love:

Ron (and co.) not really "getting" Snarry? Biggest checkmark. Not enough of that out there!

Outright accusations of "ugly" [insert dreamy sigh here]

Snape's fanciable arse??? I know you've written that before and truly if any bit of Snape has to be stunning, if not his cock, then his arse will do! (But truly, both would be just fine by me!)

Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else. -- I'm not sobbing, you're sobbing. But really, it's moments like these that make me LOVE the "ugly" word. It's why I LOVE honing in on other people's opinions and issues, and beauty standards, it's kicking them square in the balls! Yes, he's ugly in a sense. But that doesn't mean he's not beautiful. And really, isn't that the most perfect example of beauty? When it's everything within shining without? (Okay let me tuck my feelings back in there, sorry about that.)

More of Severus using personal details as weapons, as in: their sexual compatibility. To shock and horrify those around them. It feels quite petty on the surface, but also an almost defense mechanism deep down (even if he doesn't quite see it.) The whole "If I say it first, it won't hurt me if you say it" idea. Because if he's using it to shock/horrify people, then it won't matter when they're shocked/horrified. Or, even as punishment for being shocked/horrified. Truly, I'm obsessed. What a perfect bastard he is. (With quite the fanciable arse, I've heard.)

and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – hi yes it's me I'm in love.

Also Severus initially thinking the whole thing is a prank???? YES YES EXACTLY.

no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. - and Harry too gentlemanly to speak of her like that, haha! Though in fairness, the dude he's fucking is SEVERUS FLIPPIN' SNAPE.

Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him. -- all the possibilities with these 2? 100% my favorite part. All of the passion and obsession and how I'm pretty sure they'll never get enough of each other. And not even just the erotic possibility, mind you, but....well, that erotic possibility sure is something!

Anyway um this was perfect and everything I could have ever wanted and I'm obsessed with it and if you wanted to put it on AO3 I would be in full support of that 👀 But as is I am forever grateful and like sobbing. Because these are my BOYS. 😭 And you do them such justice. You always remind me of why I fell in love with them (on the off chance I'd ever forget haha!)

[sepyana]

Jjba Stardust Crusaders Ep. 40-44 Thoughts

I've waited a bit to write this. Mostly because I was tired, but also because I wanted to think about it more.

D'Arby Part (Ep. 40-43)

This episode is considerably lighter in tone compared to the Vanilla Ice episodes, cuz we gotta torture Polnareff as much as possible.

I like the paralells between the D'Arby's. Older one is unmatched in cheating, Joseph tries to cheat and gets his soul taken to show there is no way we are winning that way. Jotaro wins by bluffing instead. Younger one is unmatched in skill, Kakyoin tries to win against him fair and square and gets his soul taken away. Jotaro wins cheating instead.

This episode does a lot to build Kakyoin's character. Interesting that the way DIO tempts him is by saying "Let's be friends." I am guessing Kakyoin had a lonely childhood. Maybe he spent all that time palying games. It's not like I was a friendless kid who spent all her time playing Tetris, Pokemon and MOBAs.

I didn't saw this scene in the manga though. It's probably an anime only thing. I like it as an addition, though, I doubt some really shady man saying let's be friends would calm anyone's nerves down. It doesn't make much sense to me.

Also the Kakyoin doll is horrifying.

Joseph saying "No more Mr Nice Guy" got me. Couldn't think of a more white phrase if I tried.

Why,, why do the baseball players have an entire bakery down there.

Jotaro part dragged on a little bit for me personally. It was funny though. Like how Joseph gets angry at Jotaro for playing like shit and Jotaro is saying 'Shouldn't you be cheering for me?'. Later Jotaro is hiding behind his hat. And even later there are the soul reading scenes.

It's so funny seeing D'Arby lose his shit over Jotaro cheating like a TRUE GAMER. I can't believe DIO has a GAMER guard his hideout. D'Arby in general is pretty funny like why does he look like that. Why is his stand like that. What a fucking loser.

Episodes are good but not outstanding.

Vanilla Ice (Ep. 43-45)

The last few episodes were funny, this one is just horrifying.

I will maybe come back to this on a latee post. I wanna think more about these episodes.

Firstly, I actually know Vanilla Ice's namesake. Naming your character after one person instead of a badn or a song name is... bold.

Funny that Dio only remembers Kakyoin at first. He might be pretending to not know the Crusaders that well just to show his superiority or whatever. Motherfucker is reading while Polnareff and Iggy are out there fighting for their lives. I hope Dio dies a million deaths and gets run over.

I kind of hate Advol's death. He doesn't get a send off at all. It just sorta happens before the fight. We don't get to hear his thoughts, we don't get a chance to grieve. It feels weird to me that Iggy's death resonated with me way more, I like Advol so much more too. I get the feeling that he was killed just for the sake of it. His character arc doesn't really need this. I dunno. It felt like a waste. I was angry when he died, not really sad.

I think this part if the opening is suppose to reference this scene. I wonder if this is true for the other shots.

The fight scenes are pretty good. One thing I don't get is how getting some of his foot eaten completely incapacitates him. That would make sense irl but like. He has literary been through worse. This show doesn't really handle injuries all that well.

Silver chariot was animated beautifully.

I actually felt sad over Iggy's death. Since stands represent souls, the fool manifested on its own to save Polnareff. Despite Iggy knowing he would die if he did that.

You'd think Polnareff's arc of being saved would lead him to save someone else instead. But the show almost makes fun of you for thinking that. I kind of like that, actually.

I thought Suzie meeting Holly was a nice scene but it dragged for too long.

The end part really confused me. The tonal whiplash from Iggy dying to this just doesn't sit right me. There are other comedic bits too and none of them land for me. I think they are theree to lighten the mood but like. People are dying, y'know. I wouldn't mind this as much if the jokes were funny but I couldn't really find them funny.

Yeah, that's it. I couldn't think of what I wanted to write, but I though it would be better to write this before watching the finale. I should let them marinate in my head a bit more.

Now, we are at the beginning of the end. With only 4 episodes left. I will watch them after posting this and report to you later. It's currently 5.30

[savetooru]

feeling strange

because grief is difficult to talk about (but demands to be parsed in some way) here is, instead, a non-comprehensive list of silly, bizarre, and errant reflections i've had throughout the past two weeks:

is this it? is this it now?

i don't want to let you go but i fear it's happening. i think it's happening. do you hate this? i think you're tired. i think i would be tired.

don’t think. don’t think, just do. we’ll figure it out when we get there. stop thinking. right. just like that.

every time someone starts off a conversation with achi it means some serious shit is about to be asked of me. this is so stupid but i swear if i wasn’t the first-born this would be impossible for me. 1

i don't know when it was i shed my stage fright but i imagine it was sometime between the last hospital visit and this moment i am swallowing down five years of religious trauma to serve as lector for your funeral rites. man, anything is so easy if it's for you.

oh. oh— it's. there is no world in which i am not a reader, is there? that's it. that makes sense to me. that works. i can work with that.

okay. okay, fine. "though i walk in the valley of darkness, i fear no evil; for you are with me," is metal. as. shit.

can we get ice cream? i need a sundae. i need something cold and sweet between my teeth, if not extra spicy. it's less a want and more a tether. i need a tether.

the sun is so good when you catch it between just the right amount of foliage. the colors are so vivid and paint-like.

this scene from fleabag is so much funnier when it happens to you in real life. seriously. is it worse people are so complimentary or that i can't be totally unhappy about it?

i almost wish it was always this quiet, and that everyone would always be this gentle. almost. i’d miss the fighting too much.

i should be more upset. i should be more upset but i'm not. i wish someone could tell me whether that means i'm stronger, or if it means there's something broken somewhere.

why do we always end up in the emergency room?

having such a simple rice cooker has spoiled me. i've got to master everyone else's controls. i think a warm breakfast is the only thing getting my uncles through the day.

okay, no. i’m stronger. i’m definitely fucking stronger. i was bluffing before but i’m serious now. messenger, nightwatcher, finder of meds, reader, waiter, smile on my face hater. stronger.

living life is hard. leaving is hard. seeing everyone be so sad is terrible. i wish it wasn’t such a struggle, even if fighting was always gonna be worth it.

god i wish we could have took you out to brunch a couple more times.

holy shit. this stranger's cat is on my lap, purring. holy shit, am i a good person? i must be a good person. a little bit. holy shit.

been asked to say goodbye so many times it’s starting to sound a lot like hello.

thank god i'm young. i'd never have been ready or old enough, but thank god i'm this age. i couldn't, if i wasn't. that doesn't make anything right, but just. i couldn't, you know?

i'm going to love you forever. i'm going to love you forever, i know it.

also just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who sent their emails and well-wishes. no matter how many times i say it i won’t be able to express how much reading your words has touched me.

1. achi is hokkien for elder sister.

[sweetmusingss]

I giggle breathlessly when hearing your words, my cheeks flushing even more as you made me blush. “I am going to want to do that over and over again.. I would say that I forgot how great sex is but it has never felt that great for me, until now. You really know what you’re doing, baby.” I knew that the sex meant so much more to me too because I had genuine feelings for you. “I know we’ve both been pretty busy this week but I think we should prioritize some sleepovers every now and then. Seeing you for only five minutes a day the last few days was too difficult for me. I would rather give up my iced coffee than give up you,” I say, knowing that would get my point across of how much you meant to me and our time together meant to me.

“Give up your iced coffee? Oh no, baby, I think you’re sick!” Seb teases yo, pretending to feel your forehead for a fever, chuckling at you and shaking his head. “I agree though, babe. I know we’re both busy, but I don’t wanna go that long without seeing you either. And god forbid, I don’t want you giving up your precious iced coffee. I would have to institutionalize you if that happened.” He gives you a playful look before laying down properly, sighing happily, your entire room seeming to smell of cotton candy and other sweet things and he loved it so much. “Maybe we can put aside two or three nights a week where we have sleepovers? I know weekends are probably better for you but they suck for me since Saturday and Sunday are the diners busiest days...”

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Emma sighed softly when hearing what Regina said, widening her eyes a bit. Regina might have been bluffing since she was drunk off her ass but the woman was really capable of anything. She didn’t want her to come and find the two of you together, not sure how she would explain that away. “Sorry, I just felt really tired suddenly. I will see you in a minute. Don’t go anywhere and don’t hurt yourself. You are much more likely to stumble in those death traps you call shoes,” she said, continuing to slur and being just as drunk as her friend. She hung up the call, swallowing hard as she looked back at you and finally letting go of you. “I-I have to go,” she said, not quite sure what to say to you in the moment. Regina couldn’t see the two of together though or she would never hear the end of it. “Thanks for uh..,” she said, awkwardly gesturing around her and having trouble finding the words. She knew that this couldn’t happen again so why was she still thinking about the kiss and wishing she could have kept kissing you more?

I couldn’t help when my stomach dropped, knowing she was probably talking to Regina and I got the sense that they were more than friends. They were always together and the way Emma spoke to her just now, in such a protective way, just solidified that they were more than friends. I just nod at her, swallowing thickly, biting my lip as she says she has to go. “Don’t thank me. It was my pleasure, Emma.” I give her a shy smile, still looking up at her, Emma being so unpredictable in this moment, not knowing if she was going to leave or kiss me again or hit me. She still wasn’t looking at me with anything but frustration and annoyance and her kisses were anything but gentle. I look towards the door as I hear it open, Emma quickly moving away from me and making it look like she was on the way out, turning myself and pretending to be busy at the sinks. I glance over my shoulder and Emma was gone, sighing and looking at myself in the mirror, my lips still puffy and thoroughly kissed, my dress a bit bunched up at the waist from where she gripped me so tightly and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. 

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (32)

MASTERLIST

Summary: Princess Aemma joins the battle field, in the sunset sea, as Jacaerys does to the Narrow sea. 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) WARNING! SPOILERS! minor getting married :)

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.7 k

Notes: This happens at the same time as the events of “All the roads”

Merry Christmass everybody! here is my present to you!! ❤️❤️

Their goal became clear… stop the Lannister from obtaining the Tyrell's allegiance.

The Reach had proclaimed itself neutral to both sides, and as for today, nobody dares to question them, they held the food of the realm in their storages, and on their fields. But the Lannisters, apparently where foolish, they marched their army to their gates to… convince them

And that is what Aemma was on their way to stop.

They flew west with her mother’s instruments in her bag to not lose direction, as they flew towards Highgarden

And she was glad she reached them before they did 

She had never been to Highgarden, but the sight was one of the most beautiful she had ever seen. 

A huge, white stone castle, with many floors and terraces filled with flowers and plants on each, from afar, they seemed as if they were hanging gardens. And even then, all around it were huge gardens with fountains and green mazes. Even a river, which undoubtedly feeds all the greenery in the castle, ran through it. It was breathtaking

When they descended, a small retinue was already waiting for them, all raising the Tyrell banners, the golden rose over a gran field

Steffon climbed down of Vermithor first, he looked at himself, and he didn’t look like the knight he used to be, but no matter

“This is Princess Aemma, from hour Targaryen, and Strong”, he said solemnly, “And I am Steffon, former Kingsguard to King Viserys the first” 

“Be welcome, Princess Aemma and Ser Steffon”, greeted a beautiful lady, with deep brown hair and blue eyes, “I’m lady Margaery Tyrell, my son, Lyonel, is Lord of Highgarden, I speak in his behalf”, she said with a warm smile

“I thank you for the warm welcome”, spoke Aemma, as she descended Vermithor

“I imagine why you are here”, she said, “And I must say first, that as the warden of the south, we abstain from this conflict, since the war infecting the reach could have catastrophic consequences for all the Kingdoms, if the crops and fields are placed in harm’s way…”

“I respect that”, she said gently, but surely, “my mother, the princess (Y/N) did too, but I’m afraid, the Lannister do not, the Greens, the Usurper Aegon, does not”, she said, “I was trapped in the Red Keep, I was able to scape, with sensible information”, she explained

“What are you saying princess?”, she asked

“Half of the Lannister army is on their way here, to “persuade” you to turn to their side”, she said, “they are planning on making port on Olk Oak, if they haven’t already”

“You are bluffing, the Lannsiters wouldn’t be so foolish”, she said

“but they are!”, Steffon warned

They soon were interrupted, by a mounted soldier, who rode like his life depended on it

“My lady!”, he said, “The Lannister fleet as been spotted, they intent on disembarking in Oak Road”, he said, “by now, the army must be coming down the Ocean Road”

“Told you” Aemma said, and the Lady regent of Highgarden looked at her

“What do you want?”, she asked

“Our side understands the importance of the Reach, and what you do for the Kingdoms, I will eliminate this threat for you, in return, you will stay neutral to the war, and support our side with provisions for the war”, she said, and Steffon nodded approvingly, and proud of his little Aemma

“And who’s side is that?”, she asked, and Aemma doubted, did she believe in her aunt? the one that only had looks of contempt and envy towards her? not really, but for her family

“The reds”, she said, “The Strong Targaryens, or whoever we support”, the Lady seemed to think about it, of course she knew of whom Aemma spoke off, the Princess’ children were making a name for themselves, and they were proud children of their mother, who served in the small council for almost ten years

“Very well”, she said, “I will send provisions to your armies, and I will support who you seem fit to rule, if you eliminate the Lannister threat”, Aemma and Steffon shared looks, and then Aemma offered her hand to the lady of the Reach.

They shook hands, as the lady spoke again

“You, my lords and soldiers, are witness to this promise, and this commitment”, she claimed, and they all nodded

“I will go and set fire to their fleet, and then I will make their army surrender”, Aemma promised, releasing her. Vermithor roared behind her, making the ground shake and the hearts of those present to fill with fear and respect.

“What will you have me do?”, asked Steffon

“I need you by my side, but I will need you in armor”, Aemma warned. And lady Margaery smiled

“We can help with that”, The lady of the Reach said

. . .

“I look ridiculous!”, Steffon grumbled, the very next morning when they departed HIghgarden, making Aemma giggle, he was wearing a golden armor, with magnificent golden roses decorating the breastplates, he had managed to get a white cloak as well

“You look great”, Aemma giggled, as they both flew through the air. under her, Vermithor was getting restless, craving for fire and blood, and then, they reached their destination

Aemma descended on Vermithor, over a cliff where they had a magnificent view 

“If the treasury is there, it should be in that ship!”, pointed Steffon. It was a magnificent vessel, the biggest one, “see how much she is sinking? it had a heavy load on board”, he said, and Aemma nodded

“I’ll spare her then”, she muttered, burn the rest

“Do it”, he said, “I’ll wait for you here”

Vermithor was a seasoned war dragon, who had fought many battles under King Jaehaerys, the most notorious one being the Dornish conquest, in which he burned a thousand ships. And he was excited to repeat his feat. 

As soon as Steffon climbed down, being left safe and sound on the coast, atop a cliff, Aemma commanded Vermithor to fly again, and he did, with the Lannister fleet right there in front of them, on Shield Bay

“Come on Vermithor, it’s time to commit some war crimes”, the funny thing is that the dragon seemed to growl approvingly in answer. Aemma giggled, feeling her body tingling with excitement for what she was about to do.

Vermithor flew towards the armada, with his bronze eyes set and a hunger in her stomach.

The crews of the vessels watched now the biggest dragon in the world fly towards then, and they all started to shout orders

“Dragon!”

“To arms! To the scorpions!”

“Take cover!” 

Aemma as she was flying towards them, she was greeted with bolts flying angrily towards her, she gasps in surprise, but Vermithor knew what to do, he flew even higher, from an angle the scorpions couldn't reach. Vermithor growled in warning, establishing fear in the hearts of those under him. He flew over the armada, Aemma watching carefully, who to strike first. So she decided to strike in the middle and then flew towards the ships that were more far off. Vermithor, understanding without needs for words, Vermithor took a nosedive towards them 

“Vermithor!” she called, when they were close enough, “Dracarys!”, she said loudly, stopping above one of the ships.

A hundred year old flame, that made the hard wood of the hips break under the weight of his power, sinking it to the bottom of Shield Bay in less than a minute. 

but more bolts flew towards her, Vemrithor took flight again, up in the skies, and then he dived again, searching for another victim, another vessel he could burn, making all the men throw themselves off the neighboring ships and into the cold waters, for they were better than the heat of a flame that could melt stone as much as wood.

Steffon was watching all of this with a wide smile, it was almost like a painting in movement, it was almost a piece of art. Fire was a power so destructive, yet, so seductive. So hypnotic, he could be watching burning vessels for the rest of his life without complaint. 

He noticed the men who were jumping from the ships started to swim to shore, so he moved there, with his new armor, and blade, ready to receive the traitors. He started gathering them on the beach, had them kneel before him.

Aemma took almost half a day to fulfill her mission, there were more than 200 ships, and she burned them all but around 10, to make sure they will never turn against them again, and to also make sure they couldn’t carry an army on board. 

And Aemma destroyed them all, bolts were flying, not even one could catch her and her seasoned dragon Vermithor, a fighter or a hundred battles under King Jaehaerys, and even if one managed to insert itself in his skin, they wouldn{t be able to stop them either way.

As she burned the 190th ship, she returned to shore, where men were arriving, swimming for their lives. The Lannisters on the beach cowered and begged for mercy, kneeling on the sand in front of Steffon, and soon Aemma landed right behind him, climbing off of Vermithor and facing the traitors

“I am Princess Aemma”, she said loudly, “of houses Strong and Targaryen, and today, I bring you a choice”, one of the men, must be the highest ranking officer of them all, stood and took a step

“Team black, or Team Green?”, he asked the Princess

“Team Red”, she answered, and everyone gasped, “I’m here to bend house Lannister to the Strong Targaryens”, she said firmly

“Jason Lannister is a prisoner for us, the Tullys hold him”, said Steffon, “It’s over for house Lannister, their participation in this war is done”, and they all bend the knee to them both. “Go home, go back to Lannisport, if you ever think about raising arms to any member of house Targaryen ever again, remember what happened here”, they all nodded, “and the treasury, is ours”, luckily for them, Tyrells soldiers arrived at the scene.

“We will take the treasury”, demanded Aemma, “and you will hang this, in Lannisport”, and from the saddle of her dragon, she took her coat of arms, and gave it to the senior member of the group

But Aemma turned around to speak to him

“This isn’t over”, she whispered, “we still need to meet the Lannister army”

“Imagine their surprise”, he whispered, amused. And then Aemma turned to the Tyrells

“That ship must stay there”, she demanded, “until we can get it safely back to King´s Landing when the time is right!”

“We will guard it for you, princess”, promised a man, who was Lord Tyrell’s uncle. “We have sent word to our friends of the Shield islands, who will guard it for you, my princess”. Aemma nodded 

“I trust you do this, in the name of house Tyrell, and their allegiance to the Reds”, he nodded, bowing his head. Aemma and Steffon nodded.

The sun was about to set on the horizon

“We will not catch the army on time”, she warned

“They will stop for the night, we might find them, and stop them first thing tomorrow before they march”, he said, and Aemma nodded, “catch them off guard”, he offered 

They both climbed on top of Vermithor, and together they flew away.

They found what was called the Ocean Road, and they followed it back to Highgarden. 

Finally they found the army, camping off the road, dangerously close to the Tyrells. They hadn't spotted them yet, so they descended upon a nearby hill, and from there they were going to wait.

Before the break of dawn, when the skies dressed as a light gray, Aemma raised from the ground, looking at the army camped bellow them

“I do not wish to slaughter them”, she muttered, “I do not wish to kill them all, but how will we ensure their allegiance? their surrender?”, she asked Steffon, “we cannot held captive a host of 10 thousand men 

“We have Lord Jason”, he said, “Tyland is probably down there with them”, he said, “they will surrender”.

When the sun was showing it’s glorious face in the horizon, the camp started to wake up, and that is the moment Aemma chose, to climb on Vermithor’s back, and descend upon them

The Bronze Fury’s breath was what truly woke the camp that morning, making all the soldiers run in disarray, captains were called, soldiers half dressed ran towards their weapon, but they had nothing to attack the dragon with, who circled over them like a vulture waiting for a dying animal to collapse.

Aemma finally made Vermithor land in front of the camp, and she and Steffon climbed down the dragon, to face a small cortege of frightful soldiers that met them in the open field. Among them, was Tyland Lannister

Aemma didn’t forget how poor the Lannisters where to her that day at that dinner

“How the mighty have fallen”, she said firmly, as Steffon by her side had his hand on the pommel of his sword, Tyland was pale as paper, not representing a mighty lion but a scared little mouse 

“Princess Aemma”, he said, swallowing hard

“We have sinked your ships”, said Aemma firmly, making him shake even more, “form two hundred and the treasure, Lannisport is graced now by 10 small ships”, she muttered, “and you are lacking an important part of the treasury you stole”, Tyland tried to show himself strong, but failed miserably

“But the princess is gracious, your army will not face the same fate as your armada”, said Steffon, “surrender, go back to hide in Casterly Rock, and wait for the dust to settle, when the time is right, you will bend the knee to the new targaryen king, or Queen”, he said simply

“You are just going to let us surrender?”, he asked, now amused, “how?”

“State your offer of your surrender”, said Aemma, “you have until noon to make me believe you will never raise arms against the true loyal line, furthermore, you will bend the knee to the Reds”

“The Reds?”, he asked

“the Strong Targaryens”, she muttered, and Tyland laughed

“Your claim is as better as Rhaenyra’s bastards”, he laughed

“You have until noon Lord Tyland, to convince me not to burn you like a chicken”, Aemma said firmly, “think well, and see you when the sun is at its peak”

Steffon hunted for them a few rabbits, as Aemma set up a small fire, and they waited, eating, as the Lannister camp was deathly quiet. And when the hour came, they descended, walking to meet with Tyland again.

“Give us two days”, he said, “to have our answer”, and Steffon chuckled

“You liked to boast about the war plans, you think we don’t know the Hightowera are on their way?”, he asked, and Tyland lost his hand once again, “you want to win time, for them to catch up to us”

“You now have ended my patience”, Aemma whispered, “Vermithor!”

“Wait!”, he said, “the Hightowers, what are you going to do…?”

“Look Lannister”, said Steffon, “we don’t despise you lot, you are opportunists, that's all, but the Hightowers? those are fucking traitors”

“I will burn them to a crisp”, Aemma threatened, “you still have one more shot”

“I will fight for you, then”

“We are not interested”, she responded, “We don’t want more fighting”,

“I will go back to Casterly Rock…”

“Oh yes you will”, said Steffon, “but before, you will…”

Aemma thought about for a second, and then she looked at Tyland

“Give all your armor and weapons”, she said simply, and Tyland Lannister laughed 

“What?”

“What you just heard”, she said, “you will pile all the armors, and weaponry, in the middle of the camp”

“What then?”, he asked

“That is for me to decide”, she said firmly

So, one on one, ten thousand soldiers dropped all their armor and weapons in the middle of the camp. It was a mountain high pile of metal, worth thousands of golden dragons (coins) 

But Aemma had only one thing to say

“Dracarys!”

And that is how that battle, that couldn’t even be named as such, was known as “the march of the naked Lannisters”, that bards will sing years that will be heard for years to come. 

Aemma and Steffon weren’t able to stop laughing as they saw all these men wearing simple cotton undergarments, marching north again, with their tails between their legs. 

Steffon got himself a horse, and provisions from the Lannisters

“I will go back to Shield Bay, to secure the gold”, he said, and Aemma only nodded. 

“I will go back to highgarden, to let them know, I will send word to my family in Harrenhal, and let’s see from there, tell them we secured the Gold”, and the knight nodded firmly. 

Steffon, who because of that got himself the nickname, “Man of gold”, rode away in a black stallion, and Aemma regained her breath, over the carcass, the pile of melted leather and metal

But she couldn’t rest for long. 

 A high pitched growl resounded all over the Valley, and Aemma, impressed, saw a silver dragon flying towards them from over the clouds. Hastily and in fear of not recognizing it, she hid behind Vermithor’s huge wing

“Nãbēmagon Vermithor!”, [attack], she pleaded, scared of facing a dragon from the ground. But the Bronze Fury didn’t do anything, instead, he purred loudly, like calling for the strange dragon, and he answered back, with a dolphin-like roar. It didn’t attack them, but it landed a few yards away from them. When the she-dragon lowered her head, Aemma saw Aemond above it, on the saddle.

The silver dragon was none other than silver wing, and she leaned into Vermithor, her mate, and they joined their snouts, sniffing each other, purring, being together again after so long apart.

And Aemma walked towards Aemond, who descended his new dragon and ran towards her

“Aemma!”, he called, desperate, and grabbed her and held her against his chest before she could do anything. She gasped in his arms, holding onto him tightly

“Aemond”, she whispered against his chest, as he caressed her head and then cradled her face in his hands, so he could take a good look at her

“My Aemma, are you alright?”, she barely nodded, “are you sure?”

“What has happened?”, she asked, confused, “How do you know I was here?”

“That is a long story my love”, he whispered, “your mother is alive!”, and she opened widely, in surprise

“Are you sure?”, she asked, and he nodded, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs

“Vhaelar was hurt that day, she was in Tarth, stranded”, happy tears fell down Aemma’s cheeks, “we are joined now, in a new allegiance, your family, Helaena and me”, he said, “Do you trust me my love?”, he asked, his eyes shining with hope and love for her. 

Aemma nodded, “Yes I do, my Aemond”, so he smiled warmly

“Close your eyes”, he pleaded gently, and she did. And just how he should have done three years ago, he leaned in, and took her lips on his, kissing her softly, with love and adoration. She gasped in his arms, her arms went to knit around his narrow waist, to bring him even closer to her, sharing her first kiss. 

In the silence of a vale, a soft wind caressing both their bodies, and their dragons as their only witness, they ended their kiss, but sealed the beginning of their story together, their foreheads touching as they drank each other's presence in each other's arms. 

As Aemma was fighting in the sunset sea, Jacaerys was climbing his dragon Vermax in Dragonstone, to fight at the Narrow Sea.

Fueled by desires of glory, hungry for joining the battlefield, he had decided to join the naval battle, angry at his Grandmother Rhaenys for not doing it herself, falling from grace with her mother and Lord Corlys himself and staying in Driftmark, defending her home.

He was enraged

His cousins where on the battlefield

Winning apparently

Bathing themselves in glory and victory

Why couldn’t he?

So against the wishes of his mother, Jacaerys flew towards the naval conflict, he was ready to face it, face the enemy, make a name for himself. Help his mother win her crown, destroy her enemies. So the open skies welcomed him as he felt the wind in his face, he also felt the adrenaline creeping onto his body, he felt ecstatic 

And the battle was in full violence, cannon balls flew from one side to another, the sound of wood cracking under the strength of the cannons were something that Jacaerys will never forget in his young life. 

So Jace, over his dragon Vermax, identified the first enemy ship, from Mereen

“Dracarys Vermax!”, he commanded, and the green dragon spit his fire under the first vessel

Under him, the sailors who had been distracted by the battle at hand, spotted him, and as they were warned about the dragons, they too armed themselves with scorpions, nets and spears. When the first bolt from the scorpion was released, it evaded Jace for mere inches, warning the young man. 

“Sovêgon, Vermax!”, he commanded, and the dragon continued his flight towards the next ship.

As Vermax was smaller, he needed to be closer to the ships to burn them, taking as twice as long for the same reason, and that is when, a bolt flew through the air piercing through his wing

It didn’t quite hurt the dragon, but it certainly harmed his capability to fly. In retaliation, Jacaerys commanded Vermax to face and burn the ship who had dared to harm them, but he was flying too close to the water, too close to the ships. too close to enemy arrows.

The triarchy’s sailors and soldiers came after Jace, a bolt from s scorpion lodged himself into Vermax’s side, making him growl and whine in the air, and many arrows followed. As did a hook that caught the dragon by his snouts, making him fall into the waters. 

Melys came into action then. Warned by Rhaenyra, Rhaenys entered the battlefield only for his love for his son, the alleged father of Jacaerys, and his memory, to help the boy, she was too late to safe Vermax, but Jacaerys, due to her distraction, was able to dismount from his sinking and dying dragon, and find a piece of wood where he was able to float.

Aemma felt her cheeks heated when Aemond placed his big hand above hers and intertwined their fingers. Then the Septon tied them together with a silk ribbon. Their eyes met. Aemond had a beautiful smile on his face. And according to Aemond, Aemma has never looked so beautiful. With her rosy cheeks kissed by battle and sun. Her silver hair is loose, and put in place by a beautiful white and pink flower crown. She was wearing a white tulle simple dress, borrowed from a niece of Lady Margaery, she had three, who watched their union giggling holding bouquets of colorful flowers 

“Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger”, they chanted at the same time, not taking his eyes off one another. 

“She is mine, and I’m hers”, Aemond said 

“He is mine, and I’m his”, she said at the same time 

“From this day, to the end of my days” they proclaimed 

They sealed their love, in the gardens of Highgarden, with a septon officiating, and the Lady of the Reach, and Daeron, the daring, as witnesses. 

More notes: I hoped you liked this chapter as much as I did! I was really looking forwards to this one!

Is Jacaerys alive? hehe or is he dead? This is officially a pole everyone VOTE. IS JACAERYS DEAD OR ALIVE?

This chapter was going to be HUGE, but I wanted to post before christmas, and there is going to be a part two to this... ANYWAYS ENJOY MY LOVES!

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[froggywritesstuff]

warmth | yandere!philip hamilton

Pairings: Yandere!Philip Hamilton x g/n!reader

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, toxic and unhealthy relationships, manipulation, mentions of murder and dying (please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these), swearing, being really cold

Time: not specified 

A/N: i wrote this the other night at 2 am, and i'm definitely not happy with it but i need to get it out of my drafts 😭

You sat on the cold, stone floor, violently shivering, the only sounds coming from your heavy breathing, the pounding in your head and the cold air blowing in through the open window. You felt your energy draining as you could barely keep your head up long enough to glare at your captor. He sat on the bench in the middle of the room, staring smugly down at you, a warm towel held tightly in his arms. It was almost like he was enjoying this. The fact that you were almost certain that he was made you sick to your stomach. Why wouldn’t he be? Any situation where you were weak and begging for his help made him feel powerful, and reminded both you and himself that your life was in his hands. And that was extremely enjoyable to him.

”Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” he said, “all you have to do is apologise, and you can be warm again.”

If your hands weren’t chained to the wall, you would’ve slapped him before he could even finish his sentence. He’s the one who dumped the bucket of ice cold water on you because of some bullshit reason you couldn’t even remember, and he was calling you ridiculous?

But with every second your body was screaming at you to apologise. You could feel your lips becoming numb every second your teeth chattered to the point where it was almost painful. 

You said nothing, just glared at him as he had the nerve to look at you so innocently, so hurt by your hostility.

With a sigh, he stood up from the bench, leaving the towel on the bench, just out of your reach as he headed for the door, “Fine. Stay here. I hope you learn your lesson before you freeze to death.”

Your heart pounded with fear. On one hand, you were sure he was just bluffing. He wouldn’t have kidnapped and killed for you just to leave you to die. On the other hand, you were sure that you would freeze if you stayed there any longer.

”Wait!” you grimaced at the desperation in your voice. You felt so vulnerable, so pathetic. You hated it, while he was loving every second of it, “P-please, just- don’t leave.” you couldn’t believe what you were saying. 

Philip turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the stone wall, “Is there something you wanna say?”

You hated him. Everything he did made your blood boil with anger. The way he spoke to you like you were a small toddler, acting like you were completely defenceless and useless without him. But you shoved all that hate down. You didn’t want to die in his house.

”I,” you took a shaky breath, not even the tears running down your cheeks providing any warmth, “I’m sorry.”

He titled his head to the side, “For?”

Your lips clamped shut. Why did he have to be such a prick all the time? So much had been happening lately you couldn’t even remember what he made you have for dinner last night. Well, come to think of it, you didn’t remember having dinner at all last night… how long had you been down there for?

With a huff, he began walking toward you, “Or do you need some reminding?” he knelt in front of you, his hand roughly gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Does the name Theodosia ring a bell?” Just the sound of her name brought more tears to your eyes (tears you hoped Philip would take pity on). You hadn’t seen her in months. But, you did feel like you had had some sort of interaction with her recently… 

Scoffing, Philip‘s grip on your chin tightened, “Or will some more ice water help you remember?”

Your eyes widened at his threat, and you felt your breath become heavier, your chest falling up and down, “No! No,” you cried, your vision becoming blurry with tears, “I-I remember, I remember.”

He chuckled darkly, “I sure hope you do. Otherwise I would’ve killed her for no good reason.” As if he’s never done that. He narrowed his eyes at you, “Now apologise.”

You gulped, regaining some memory of what had happened with Theo, “I-I’m sorry for trying to leave…” you whispered, almost afraid of speaking too loud, which didn’t impress your captor.

”What was that?” he asked mockingly.

With a shaky breath, you repeated yourself, “I’m sorry for trying to leave you.”

Philip’s expression softened immediately, a smile gracing his lips as he loosened his grip on your chin, “See?” He brought both his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, “Now was that so hard?”

 You said nothing, sniffling as you stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at him any longer. You felt his lips press against your forehead, followed by the chains around your hands loosening, until they were finally free. Philip’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, helping you stand up from the cold floor, as he guessed your legs would’ve been numb. He guided you toward the bench, pulling your body toward his as you felt the warm towel wrapping around your body. 

You practically melted in his arms, feeling tears of relief fall down your cheeks. You held back a sigh of content, not wanting to give Philip the satisfaction of knowing that something he did made you feel better. 

You felt his hand wrap around the back of your neck as he pulled you closer, leaning his forehead against yours, “See how much easier this is, Y/N? You just have to do what you’re told and it can be like this all the time. Understand?” You stopped yourself from arguing with him, knowing it would just be more trouble, which was the last thing you wanted right then.

With a shaky breath, you brought yourself to reply. "I understand."

buy me a coffee <3

[lovinkiri]

See You Next week

Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Shoto Todoroki x GN!Reader

Description: Bluffing and telling their kids that they'll be gone for a week.

Author's Thoughts: Okay I had to write this cause it's so cute. Also Shoto is just such a playful father in his own way, can't tell me he wouldn't do this. Also, their children will be the children in the family headcannons I wrote for them, right here.

Warning: None, just fluff.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto loved his twins more than anything.

He loved the way his daughter Yuki stomped her feet when she couldn't have ice cream for dinner. How she had a bad habit of pointing. How she jumped up and down with joy when she got to pick the bed time story. How she giggled at every bad joke he told.

He loved how his son Natsuhiko always volunteered to go grocery shopping with you guys. How he huffed through his nostrils when he was scolded. How he always wanted to hold his sister's hand. And how he helped you to cook whenever he got the chance.

Another thing he loved was how fun it was to tease them.

"All right, I'm off to work. See you in a week."

Natsuhiko's eyebrows immediately furrowed, staring at his father with a look that practically scream "Say Sike".

Yuki, on the other hand, was more vocal. "A week?! Like a whole week?" She exclaimed, running up to your husband.

You watched as she grabbed at his pants to keep him from moving, despite the fact that he hadn't made any move to leave.

"Mhm, a week. Be good for your mother, Snowflake." He ruffled her hair, reaching over to do the same to her brother. "You too, Firefly."

Narrowing her eyes, Yuki tightened her grip. "No. Momma said if you have to go on a trip, you gotta tell us days before you go." She turned to Natsu. "Do you remember him telling us?"

He shook his head. "No. Do you, Momma?"

You covered your mouth as the two looked at you expectantly, failing to hide a smile. "No, I don't either."

Shoto smiled down at the pair. "Oh wow, you're right. I'll see you tonight then."

He crouched, pulling them into tight hugs.

"You better," Yuki hummed, trading a smile with her brother, the two believing they had outsmarted their father.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki crouched next to his daughter, an eyebrow raised. "Akari, I said I'd see you in a week."

"Okay, Daddy, I heard you. I'll see you tonight."

"... I don't think you understand."

Sighing through her nose, a habit she picked up from you at some point, she calmly sat down her crayons and turned away from her coloring book. "Daddy, I'm trying to color. Can we talk tonight?"

Reaching up to pick a crayon shaving from her blonde hair, he gave an amused smirk. "Yeah? Am I interrupting some serious business?"

She whined and sat up on her knees before falling into her father's arms. "C'moooon. You're not going for a week."

"Why not?"

"Cause you're not allowed."

Katsuki let out a chuckle, hugging her close. "Not allowed? Didn't know I was the kid here."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled. "If you leave, I'll just go marry uncle Izu's son. Or one of the IcyHot Twins."

Bakugou stood, lifting his daughter onto his arms. "Oh hell no. Can't have that, can we?"

She shook her head yawning. "Nu-uh..."

"Someone tired? Let's get you to bed for a nap. I'll still see you tonight, little pomeranian."

[lavenrain96]

Blue Flame

For @mikayuuweek

Day 2: Fire/Ice (ft. Dragon!Mika x Pirate!Yuu)

Welcome to the second day~ Enjoy reading! 

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"I know you like treasures, but this is ridiculous…"

Mikaela perked up when he heard Yuuichirou grumbled those words under his breath. His dragon tail behind him swirled curiously, eyeing the new occupant of the room. 

"You can't make the basement your room. It's uncomfortable, and my crew will think you're greedy when you're not…"

"But… I am greedy," Mikaela pointed out with a small tilt of his head, as if the accusation wasn't anything new. "I'm a dragon, so it's only natural that I exploit the world's riches as if they are my own… especially the shiny ones. Oh, how delightful they are, very pleasing to the eyes...” 

"Well, now you're not, since you have that form. You have to act like one of us," Yuuichirou jabbed with a frown. "You have to keep your dragon's greed in check, otherwise my crew will scream bloody murder that I let a mythical creature like you in." 

"Hmph, such boring rules. This is why I never liked talking to humans; they all get angry and scream with no context." Mikaela scoffed and his tail whacked against the wooden ground aggressively in response to his mood. "A pity that you have such marvelous eyes that glimmer like a rare jade… Maybe I should claw them out of you to add to my collection."

"Hey, hey, I like having my eyes, thank you very much." Yuuichirou refused with a shake of his head before he palmed a hand on his forehead. "Geez, dealing with you on an everyday basis… I don't know what the hell was wrong with me back then…"

Mikaela hummed, amused. "You need me… Well, my pure dragon blood, to be exact. I heard from this Yoichi child that you wanted to go to the Witch's Cove, and seek out the Philosopher's Stone for rather… interesting reasons."

Yuuichirou sighed in annoyance. "Of course, Yoichi would rat me out to you…"

"However, I am also curious about this stone said to grant humans wishes, and immortality. I want to try burning it with my flames to test its might." Mikaela's eyes shined with intent by the challenge, like a hunter observing its prey before releasing its claws for the catch. 

However, Yuuichirou wasn't having any of that.

"I need that stone, so I would appreciate it if you don't melt it right away."

Now, it's Mikaela's turn to grumble. "You are poor entertainment, human. You haven't even seen my flames yet, but you already arrived at that conclusion? Such shallow judgment you have, it's no wonder you humans have short lifespans." 

Yuuichirou could feel one of his eyebrows twitch at the insults casually thrown at him, and he huffed to try to look unaffected by the insults. 

"Well, you never offered to show me your flames, seeing how proud you are and all that. Are you bluffing me?" 

Yuuichirou grinned slightly when Mikaela threw him a halfhearted glare in reaction to his words.

"How cheeky of you," Mikaela commented as he patted at an empty space beside him. "Very well, have a seat and I'll show you." 

Yuuichirou made a small, amused noise before he walked to where Mikaela told him to sit, crossing his legs on the floor. Almost immediately, Mikaela's tail wrapped itself around Yuuichirou's waist to hold him and pull him closer towards him. The distance made Yuuichirou's cheeks warm and he quickly became self-conscious.

"... Too much?" Mikaela asked when he caught the embarrassed expression on Yuuichirou's face.

“Shut it…” 

Mikaela hummed pleasantly at having the rowdy pirate flustered due to their closeness, but he nonetheless allowed Yuuichirou to adjust to a more comfortable position, moving his dragon tail in tow but not completely removing from Yuuichirou’s person. Yuuichirou gave a small frown yet he never voiced a complaint as he finally settled down. 

“Observe, Yuu,” Mikaela requested as he opened his palm and commanded a small flame to ignite on his hand with a silent casting. 

Except… This flame was colored blue.

“Blue… fire?” Yuuichirou murmured with his green eyes shining with curiosity and fascination. “I have never seen such flames like this... Are you the only one who has this kind of power?” 

“... There were others before me, but they have long perished because of the war,” Mikaela explained as he reminisced about a few of his former colleagues who held the same blue flame like he did. He was never close to them, but he could still feel their camaraderie enough to have some sense of belonging in the pack before they all died, leaving him cold with no one else to turn to for centuries. 

Yuuichirou stared a bit at Mikaela who suddenly grew silent with a forlorn look on his face. With the flame still dancing on Mikaela’s palm, Yuuichirou reached his own hand to touch it, completely mesmerized by the rather beautiful color.

He wasn’t expecting the flame to be the total opposite of his expectations, and a shiver ran through Yuuichirou’s body when his fingers touched it, jumping from his place on the floor as he touched something similar to ice. 

“It’s cold…!” 

Mikaela blinked in surprise when Yuuichirou yelped, and he immediately extinguished the fire on his hand as he looked at the other in concern.

“Are you alright?” 

“I wonder… Do I look alright?” Yuuichirou then stuck out his tongue teasingly. “You’re going on about boasting stuff, and whenever I ask something, you would drift into thoughts like an old man. It’s so ancient~” 

Mikaela immediately frowned and he grabbed Yuuichirou's cheek to pinch it gently as a warning. “Human, you’re eons too early to be insulting me; you are but a mere child in my eyes.”

“Ancient, as I have said, oh great Golden Dragon of Fortune.” Yuuichirou praised lightly before laughing when Mikaela pinched his cheek harder, and he winced a bit at the pain. 

Mikaela would normally incinerate anyone who would dare insult him right in his face, but as he gazed quietly at Yuuichirou’s genuine smile through his draconic eyes, he decided that he would let it pass for now. This human had been quite honest with him, hiding his motives carefully yet still being truthful about his thoughts; all the while being very expressive.

What an intriguing human, Mikaela thought as he felt himself smile at Yuuichirou’s silliness, feeling the warmth that the young one was emitting in his company like a gentle flame. Maybe… I won’t be so lonely anymore.

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9

Foolish flinched. Qackity’s shouting stopped abruptly. It was warmer (Las Nevadas was surprisingly cold). Foolish slowly opened his eyes. An open grave stood at his feet. His heart jumped into his throat and he stumbled backwards, falling on his back. He stared dumbfounded as a bee flew out from the grave and landed on his knee for a moment before flying away. Quackity was nowhere to be seen. 

His breathing slowed and he looked around. He was in a graveyard next to a church. Was he dead? Was this limbo? What had happened? He wasn’t supposed to die… but he had died before. But if he had died just now he still should have had his third life, he should have respawned… maybe he had. Maybe he was still alive… That made more sense. No, wait, he still had all of his stuff, if he had died his inventory should have been empty… Foolish held his head in his hands and stared at the ground.

“You ok there, friend?” 

Foolish’s head snapped up. A man with neon green hair stood on the other side of the stone wall surrounding the graveyard. Foolish quickly picked himself up and brushed himself off. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine… um- this may seem like an odd question, but, am I dead?”

The man laughed, “I don’t know, are you? I mean, I assume you're not dead, cause I’m not dead, unless you’re un-dead, if you know what I mean.” 

Foolish let out a deep breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Alright, I’m alive, i'm not dead,” He muttered, staring at the sky.

“You sure you’re fine?” The man asked again, putting air quotes around the ‘fine’. “Cause, you don’t seem fine…” 

Foolish shook his head “No, really, don’t worry about me, I was just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

The man pursed his lips and raised a brow “You asked me if you were dead… not if you had died. Which means you knew there was a chance you might get stuck in a respawn glitch. Have you been messing with server magic?” 

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” Foolish scowled and crossed his arms looking down at the man. He wasn’t in his twenty-three foot form but even in this form he stood almost a foot taller than the other man.  

The man shook his head “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just dangerous. I mean, I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I condemned people for messing with server magic.”

Foolish didn’t look impressed. “It’s only dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.” 

“I mean, I guess.” The man said rubbing the back of his neck as he contemplated Foolish’s words “But no one is stupid enough to mess around long enough to get the practice...” He trailed off as he looked up to see Foolish looking at him with an incredulous look, “Oh.” 

Foolish finally relented and his expression softened, “Maybe you're right, I mean, my name is Foolish after all,”

The man chuckled, “Maybe we're both a bit crazy. I’m Joe, Joe Hills. Nice to meet you,” He said, climbing over the low stone wall and reaching out his hand. Foolish smiled and shook it. Joe had a firm grip.

“So you said you have experience with server magic, what can you do?” Foolish asked as the two of them walked out of the graveyard and over to the church. This church was much nicer than church prime. As a builder Foolish could appreciate the detail put into the architecture.   

Joe shrugged as he sat down on the steps and leaned back on his elbows looking up at the sky, “I can see better in the dark If I want to. Honestly, I don’t really mess with it much anymore.” 

“Why not?” Foolish asked, leaning against the wall. 

Joe shrugged but Foolish noticed his grip tighten into a ball. “It wasn’t worth it. A friend of mine got hurt and almost didn’t respawn. Actually, she should be around here somewhere, I wonder where she went?” 

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Cleo stood on a concrete road getting yelled at by an angry man with a scar through his left eye and a blue beanie.

 “Who the fuck are you? What the fuck did you do to Foolish? Where is Foolish.” 

“Aaa, Foolish is a Zombie!” another man wearing glasses and green suspenders yelled. 

Cleo staggered backwards and summoned a sword from her inventory, “Who am I, what about who are you?”   

“You better tell me, right fucking now, what the hell you did to Foolish or I’ll-”

“You’ll do what? Don’t try me, I’ll put this sword through your skull I will,” Cleo bluffed. 

The man with the scar summoned an axe.  “Charlie, go get Purpled, tell him we have an intruder in Las Nevadas.” 

The man in green, presumably Charlie, looked at him perplexed “But, Quackity from Las Nevadas, why are we attacking Zombie Foolish?” 

“Damn it Charlie, Just get Purpl-” 

Cleo didn’t let him finish. A yell ripped from her lungs as she charged him, sword swinging. Quackity startled and blocked with the shaft of his axe. He shoved her off and she staggered back. Cleo dug her heels in swinging the sword like a club. There was a burst of pain, or more like cold (Pain felt different ever since the undeath) as his axe cut into her shoulder. But he was bleeding too. His axe returned to his inventory as he clutched his arm and staggered back. Cleo gripped her sword tighter, breathing hard, her eyes locked on him. 

She felt the impact and another burst of cold as an arrow hit her in the chest. Her head snapped up, there was a kid in purple firing arrows from a crossbow as he ran towards them. He was wearing full netheriet.

Cleo turned and ran.

“Stop her, she fucking did something to Foolish!” Quackity shouted. She didn’t stop running as arrows landed about her feet. Down the road through a tunnel and past a stone fortress. Cleo scrambled off the road, over a hill. She could hear them still behind her. Dodging through the hills she was able to shake them by looping back around behind them as they continued on. 

Once they were gone she slowed down. She touched a hand to her shoulder. It was throbbing with a dull ache and it felt cold, a deep cold like ice in her veins. She looked down. The arrow was still in her chest. She needed to do something about that. 

She was back at the fortress. Cleo slid down the hill, climbing behind the wall and slumped against the stone. She gritted her teeth and pulled the arrow from her chest with a grunt, dropping it in the grass. A golden apple appeared in her hand and she took a bite, the juice tingling in her mouth as the regen and absorption began to take effect. 

The throbbing eased a little and the wounds began to close. She looked up and froze. An enderman stared back at her with mismatched eyes. No wait, not an enderman, at least not quite. Half of his face was white. 

“Hey Tubbo, I think I found out what Quackity was shouting about.” The half-enderman kid called over his shoulder. 

Cleo staggered to her feet, her sword out. “I won't hesitate to-” 

The half-enderman backed up and raised his empty hands “Oh no, we're not with Quackity,” He explained. 

Cleo scowled but lowered her sword. “Well isn’t that lovely, someone who doesn’t want to stab me.”  

He looked alarmed, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that- I mean, I definitely don’t want to do that.” Now that she got a better look at him he looked kind of young, he was tall but in the lanky teenager kind of way. He looked to be 18 or 19, maybe 17. His suit probably made him look older.  

“Oh hey, so what was Big Q so mad about?” Another kid said as he came around the building. He stopped short when he saw Cleo. “Oh…” He was much shorter than the ender-kid. Two horns curled up out of his brown hair and almost every inch of exposed skin was covered in burn scars. Cleo let her sword return to her inventory. 

“Big man, why is there a funny looking zombie in our base?” the goat kid said 

Cleo bristled, “I’m still a person, thank you.”

The goat kid looked back at Cleo  “Ooooh- oops.”

“Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and insulted her.”

“I didn’t meeean to, how was I supposed to know?” The goat kid wined. 

The two bickered like a married couple. Cleo coughed “Um- would either of you two be able to explain what is going on,”

“Haven’t got a fucking clue,” The goat kid chirped, a little to cheerfully. 

Cleo pursed her lips, “Well, could you at least tell me where I am?” 

“Um… The road between Las Nevadas and Spawn. Or do you mean here-here. This is our cookie shop.”  The ender-kid explained.

Cleo blinked.

“I think she means the server big man,” The goat kid said, “This is the Dream SMP.”

Cleo blinked again. So not Hermitcraft. Shit. 

---

The goat kid introduced himself as Tubbo and the ender-kid as Ranboo. Cleo explained what had happened, which made Tubbo laugh. It turned out that the cookie outpost and Las Nevadas were in conflict and Tubbo liked the idea of doing something that would, in his words “Piss off Big Q.” 

Cleo tried to return to Hermitcraft but was met with an error message. Tubbo and Ranboo offered to let her stay in Snowchester till she figured things out. They had no idea how she got there but they didn’t seem too concerned about it.

Snowchester was surprisingly far away from what the kids were calling a cookie shop. To Cleo it looked suspiciously like a military outpost but who was she to judge? 

Snowchester was a quaint little walled in town, overlooked by a massive mansion worthy of any Hermitcraft base. There was a tower, docs, and a little wheat field mixed in with little log and stone houses.  The air was crisp and cold, light snow fell around them landing on her hair and bare arms. Untouched snow coated the steps to most of the houses and closely shuttered windows looked back at her. The ocean lapped against the shore and the sound of a boat bumping against the pier carried up through the town. A single seagull landed on a stone wall. It looked at Cleo and cawed.  

Ranboo and Tubbo lead Cleo around a strangely industrial building on a hill in the middle of the town with “Danger, keep out” signs on the doors. 

“So what’s in there,” Cleo asked, nodding towards the industrial building. 

Ranboo raised his brows and looked at Tubbo. Tubbo pursed his lips “Oh nothing much, that’s just where we do equipment testing. You’re not allowed in there,” he added. There was finality to his tone. Cleo wondered what he was hiding and if it was worth snooping around to find out, but there was a dark conviction in the way that the kid with too many scars said it. The way the ender-kid hovered at his side anxiously watching everything. Maybe she should be careful not to make more enemies.  

They lead her to a little house behind the industrial building. “This used to be Foolish’s but he moved out so you can stay here for now,” Tubbo explained opening the door and letting them inside. 

“Foolish… the guy who Quackity thinks I kidnaped? You’re giving me his house?” Cleo scoffed looking around. A square table and chairs stood off to one side, a counter with a furnace and cabinets lined the back wall and a cactus in a pot sat by the front door.    

“Well, it’s not really his house anymore, he hasn’t lived here for months,” Tubbo shrugged. 

Cleo sighed, “So long as he won’t mind. Goodness this whole situation is a mess.” 

Ranboo gave her a sympathetic smile.  

“Welp,” Tubbo clapped his hands. “We’ll let you get settled in. Just don’t go snooping around in people’s homes, we are pretty private people here.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Cleo said absently, still looking around the room.

Tubbo and Ranboo left, closing the door behind them. 

There was a silence and then Cleo jumped at the sound of someone drinking milk. She spun around summoning her sword, freezing as the invisibility melted away to reveal Etho standing in the corner. 

“Finally, I thought they were never going to leave,” Etho muttered.

“Etho! What are you doing here?” Cleo bristled. 

Etho looked sheepishly off to the side as he rubbed the back of his head. “We’ll, I might have been following you. If you mean here on this server, we don’t really know. Oh yeah, TFC’s here too. We’ve been stuck on this server for about two weeks now. Least, I’ve been, TFC showed up about a week ago.”

“So wait, You're telling me you have been stuck on this server for two weeks?”

Etho nodded “Yup. Come on let's get out of here before they come back. We can talk at my secret base.” 

Cleo pulled away “Wait, wait. Why? Why were you sneaking around? Why are we avoiding those kids? I would like a good reason before I turn down their hospitality.”

“This server isn’t what it seems to be. It’s seriously glitched out. Haven’t you noticed how many scars everyone has here, how many hybrids there are.” 

Now that Cleo thought about it, even the ender-kid, Ranboo, had scars that looked like tears running down his face. Scars only happened when there was a glitch during respawn so they were pretty rare, the fact that three of the five people she had seen so far had obvious scars was concerning, especially with how bad the scars on that Tubbo kid were. On top of that, Quackity looked like he might be some kind of bird hybrid, with small golden wings, while Tubbo was a goat and Cleo had no idea what Ranboo really was. Hybrids were the result of pretty strong server glitches, and from what Etho was saying those guys weren’t the only ones. 

“So the server is glitchy, that doesn't make them bad people,”  

“There are places on this server that have been blown up all the way down to bedrock. Those kids who seemed so nice, they have nukes in that building right outside. There is a prison that everyone here is terrified of, seemingly for good reason. The Warden that guards it almost killed me while chasing me and TFC away, and said something about hunting us down and killing us till we were completely dead.”  

Cleo blanched “Completely dead… like, they have a way of reliably preventing respawning here.” She remembered what it felt like being stuck in the void unable to respawn. For Joe it had only been a couple of minutes, for her it had felt like hours.

“I don’t know,” Etho shrugged. “I just think it would be best if we all kept a low profile till we can find a way out of here.” 

“I… I trust you, Etho. But I don’t want to leave without letting those kids know that I won’t be staying here. They seem like nice kids, I’d rather not just disappear on them.” 

Etho hesitated, then nodded “Alright, Just be careful, and take this,” He said handing her two invis pots. “You can find me in the sewers under their shopping district, there is a community center in the middle of a lake, the entrance to the tunnels is underneath it.”

Cleo took the potions and smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry, I got this. I’ll be fiiine.”

“Ok,” Etho nodded and pulled his facemask down. He drank an invis potion before leaving the building.

Cleo sighed. Perma-death hum, would that even work on her? Seeing as she already kinda died before. She didn’t want to have to find out.

[shin-city]

Damage Control [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader]

pairing: prohero!bakugo x sidekick!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 3.7K

tags: sexual content, oral sex (female & male receiving), praise kink, semi-public sex

a/n: well that’s one way to overcome your fear of elevators

~

“Fifty-thousand dollars in damages!” you reiterated to the fiery man in front of you, who made no effort to mask his indifference towards what you were saying to him. He didn’t even bother looking at you until you’d thrown the invoice from the city on his desk, offering you a stale, blank stare. That look usually served as your warning that you were on thin ice, but you were too agitated to heed it.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Bakugo?”

The blonde rolled his eyes before setting his brows into that signature frown. “It’d be damn hard not to with all the yelling you’re doing.”

You let out a sardonic laugh, not believing that him of all people had a problem with yelling. Working with him for so long was the reason you even yelled so much in the first place. “Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Bakugo grunted lowly, glaring as you chastised him. He hated when you reprimanded him like this. He hadn’t put in all of that hard work over the years to become a pro hero, just to have to answer to others for his actions. Especially you- his sidekick. While he didn’t treat you as his lesser just because of your title (not as much as he used to, anyways), he still expected you to treat and speak to him respectfully.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?” he scoffed. “Just send the invoice to All Might; he’ll take care of it. He always does.”

“We can’t just keep expecting him to cover the costs of you being irresponsible. And even if we could, it isn’t just about the money. It doesn’t look good. What if you get in trouble with the Hero Public Safety Commission? What if your hero ranking goes down, or worse- you get demoted entire-”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he slammed a fist on his desk to shut you up, your body jumping and your eyes widening consequently. He didn’t mean to startle you so much, but he did relish in the submissive way you looked at him as a result.

“Do I pay you to bitch at me about how I look to the public?” he challenged.

You blinked at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“Pay me? You don’t pay me anything! I’m your sidekick, not your publicist.”

“Exactly,” he retorted. “So why don’t you quit acting like one, and leave it to the people who are supposed to handle it- like a good little sidekick.”

This particular comment had you fuming, and he could tell as you stood there with your arms crossed and a frown on your flushing face.

Cute, he thought, before dismissing the rumination.

“My quirk is explosion,” Bakugo continued. “Shit is going to get blown up. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should’ve applied to work under a different hero. There are plenty of sidekicks who would kill for the opportunity to be where you are right now.”

He was only bluffing. He’d never say it to you, or even himself, but Bakugo wouldn’t want you working with another hero; nor would he want to work with another sidekick. His hero office had plenty, and yet he chose you. He always chose you. Though, clearly you weren’t confident in his loyalty to you, because his words had tugged at your heartstrings more than he intended.

It wasn’t like you only cared about how he looked to the public. You cared about him in general, which was why you were so hard on him about things like this, but clearly he didn’t realize that.

“M-maybe I should’ve!” you snapped, desperately hoping that he hadn’t seen the glint of moisture in your eyes. “I would’ve taken Izuku up on his offer if I’d known you’d be so difficult to work with!”

Bakugo blinked at you, his head tilting to one side as he registered what you’d said. Midoriya had asked you to be his sidekick after graduating from UA, and several more times after that. You’d never mentioned this to Bakugo before, and you were smart not to. Anything that had to do with your green-haired friend triggered Bakugo to some extent; which was why saying that was the perfect ammunition to retaliate his comment- even if you didn’t realize it.

“What the hell do you mean you would’ve ‘taken Izuku up on his offer’!” he called after you, but you were already turning on your heels, storming out of his office and toward the elevator. You hated taking the elevator, and on any other day you would’ve taken the stairs; but at that moment you needed to get as far away from Katsuki Bakugo as fast as you could. You weren’t sure you’d be able to live with yourself if he saw you cry.

Over the pattering of your rushed footsteps, you hadn’t even heard him exit his office in pursuit of you. All you were focused on was getting out of there, and you were grateful that the elevator was already there on the fifth floor when you pushed the button to summon it. You wiped a stray tear from your eye as you stepped in, pressing the ‘1’ button, followed by the button used to close the doors; but they only managed to close halfway before a hand appeared between them, halting the process.

Before you knew it, an irate Bakugo was stalking into the elevator. He glowered at you as the doors shut behind him, though his expression eased when he noticed the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks.

“H-hey...why the hell are you crying?!” Bakugo stared at you incredulously, not believing the sight in front of him. He’d never seen you cry before.

You wiped furiously at your eyes, turning your back toward him as you did so. You made no effort to respond to him, especially once the elevator finally started moving. He frowned as you ignored him, glancing at the elevator’s digital display of what floor you were on. He watched anxiously as the numbers passed.

4...

3...

2...

 He couldn’t let you get to the first floor. He worried that if you left in this state, you might not come back. Or worse: you’d go running to Deku. He couldn’t have that.

Bakugo clenched his hand into a tight fist and before he could stop himself he was punching through the control panel of the elevator, ripping out some of the wires as he retracted his fist. The elevator immediately screeched to a halt, stopping just between the second and first floors. He turned to face you, who was now looking at him with sheer panic etched on your features. You were scared enough of elevators already, and this was like a nightmare come true.

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” you yelled as the ominous sparking of the control panel died down.

“Have you? What’s with all...this? Over an invoice?” he matched your tone, gesturing wildly at your distressed state.

You exhaled an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at him. “You don’t get it, do you? It isn’t just about the invoice.”

Bakugo took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down for your sake. He knew he could be difficult to talk to at times and he didn’t want to say anything that might scare you off. Though, it wasn’t like you could go anywhere anyways. “I don’t. Tell me so that I can fix it.”

You gave him a quizzical look, perplexed at the sudden decline in the volume of his voice. It almost made you want to give in and tell him what was on your mind but in fear of inciting another argument, you decided against it. Besides, you were now focused on the illusory feeling of the elevator walls closing in on you. You stood in the corner farthest from Bakugo, trying to increase the distance between you two. He noticed this and began to slowly creep toward you.

“Y/N.”

His firm tone coupled with his intense gaze had butterflies erupting in your stomach; of course now of all times.

“It doesn’t matter,” you uttered. “Could you please just get us out of here?”

“Is it what I said about you working with another hero?” he asked, completely ignoring your request but hitting the nail right on the head.

You didn’t answer him, instead crossing your arms and staring at the floor. Your body language was more than enough to confirm that he was correct, though, and he took one more step to close the gap between you. His close proximity had your head reeling as his scent enveloped you; it was almost comforting. You were so caught up in it that you hadn’t even noticed his hand cautiously reaching toward your face until he was already gripping your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Answer me.”

You let out a shaky breath as your eyes met his. Bakugo had never touched or looked at you like this before. Yes, he was frowning as usual; but it was out of concern instead of anger. The expression softened once you nodded, answering what he already knew. Still, his fingers never left your face.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he grumbled. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

“Do I?” you retorted, cursing yourself as your voice broke. “You think I don’t already know how expendable I am? How easy it’d be for you to replace me? You don’t have to throw it in my face.”

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“I’m sorry for always nagging. I’m sorry for caring. But if you don’t, someone has to, Bakugo,” you vented. “If we’re even close enough for me to call you that. Sometimes I feel like I should just address you as Ground Zero like everyone el-”

Bakugo’s grip on your chin tightened before he pressed his lips to yours, his other hand moving to the wall to support his weight as he leaned into you. You were far too stunned to kiss him back, but that was to be expected. The man in question had never even shook your hand before, let alone kissed you. He broke the kiss shortly thereafter, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath fanned over your lips.

“Don’t. Don’t ever stop calling me by my name,” he articulated, pulling away a little to gaze into your eyes and make sure you understood how serious he was. “You hear me? I’ll always be Bakugo to you. I don’t give a fuck what everyone else calls me. You’re not everyone else. I...just wanna hear you say my name.”

Your eyes began to tear up again, but this time out of relief. This was all you ever wanted from him: to act like he cared. To show you that he cared, and that you were more than just a sidekick to him.

You bit your quivering lip, nodding as you looked up at him. You meant to keep eye contact, but your gaze dropped to his lips. You desperately wanted him to kiss you again, and you weren’t doing the best job at hiding it.

Bakugo chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. He wanted to do much more, but not before making sure that he’d made things right with you. “I’m...sorry, okay?”

As simple as it was, his apology meant the world to you; especially since he wasn’t exactly known to be someone who ever apologized. It was actually quite humorous.

“You’re sorry?” you quizzed, stifling a laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass,” he retorted playfully before pressing his lips to yours again.

If someone told you just a few minutes before now that you’d be kissing Kastuki Bakugo, you’d have thought they were severely deluded. But you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

He caressed your cheek and lowered his other hand to your waist, clutching it softly. He was so delicate with you, touching you as though you’d break if he didn’t restrain himself. It was such a strange contrast to how he usually was, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Bakugo,” you whimpered into his lips as you clutched his shirt, prompting him to slip his tongue into your mouth as a response.

He groaned lowly into the kiss as your tongues danced. You slipped your fingers underneath the material of his tank top, raking them along his soft abs and relishing in the warmth of his skin. He decided to match your pace, dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing it with much less caution than he’d touched you before.

His lips left yours, pecking them once more before attaching them to your neck. Your small moans were music to his ears as his tongue laved at your throat.

“I want you-” he groaned into your skin. “-need you.”

He hooked his fingers into the loops of your jeans, pulling your hips into his. And after feeling what pressed up against your thigh, it became very evident just how much he needed you.

“I’m yours, Bakugo. Please.” You sighed as he rolled his hips against you: so tantalizingly slow.

He kissed his way back up your neck, across your jaw and to your lips, kissing you once before gripping the hem of your top. He dragged the material up, your arms automatically raising to aid him in removing the garment. He was grateful that you’d forgone wearing your costume that day, knowing it’d be a pain in the ass to remove; though he’d worn his, save for the mask, gloves and grenades.

His rough hands slid up your torso and cupped your breasts through the material of your bra briefly before reaching around to unclasp it. He threw it to the ground before reaching for you again, calloused fingers tweaking your hardening nipples.

You grew exponentially wetter when he enclosed his lips around one, his fingers tugging at the other, and then alternating. He did this back and forth until you were a whining mess.

“Katsuki,” you mewled, subconsciously grinding your hips into his. “Please touch me.”

“Aren’t I?” he murmured into your chest, and you could feel his smirk. Though, he didn’t torture you for long, dropping his hand to the waist of your jeans and undoing them. He lowered himself onto his knees as he dragged them down your legs before throwing them atop the pile of discarded clothes. Your panties were torn off before joining the pile.

You squirmed as Bakugo’s eyes raked your naked body; his mind memorizing every inch in case this was the last time you’d ever let him see you like this (though he was confident it wouldn’t be). He traced his fingers up the length of your leg before gripping your thigh and lifting it to hook your leg over his shoulder.

“So pretty,” he breathed as he looked up at you, eyes lowering to meet your dripping core. “Even down here.”

Your mouth fell open as he flattened his tongue against your core, groaning as he tasted you. You whimpered as he licked you slowly, stopping to kiss your folds every so often before increasing his pace, devouring you like his life depended on it. You entangled your fingers in his hair, alternating between pulling at his roots and rubbing circles into his scalp.

He’d grunt every time you tugged particularly hard, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel heavenly against your clit.

“Bakugo~” you moaned out once he sucked harshly, sensing that you were already almost there. “Ngh- feels so good. So close...”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my mouth, princess?” He pushed his tongue into your cunt, burying his face between your thighs as he pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed circles into the swollen bud.

“Oh my god, yes,” you squeaked, fingernails scratching at his scalp as you neared you’re release. “Coming!”

Bakugo growled into your pussy as you came, the vibrations from his mouth intensifying the sensation tenfold. He watched in awe and adoration while you writhed above him, licking you clean. Once you came down, he rose to his feet, kissing you to allow you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

He pulled away to hastily undo his harnesses, pulling off his shirt in the process. You eyed him hungrily as he stripped. Your mouth practically watered at the sight in front of you. You waited until he reached for the button of his pants, catching his wrist in yours to stop him before sinking to your knees. He panted as you groped him over the fabric, rolling his erection into your palm.

“Off,” he groaned, his hand coming down to rest atop your head. “Take them off.”

You obliged, popping open the button and dragging his pants down to around his thighs. You looked up at him as you pressed your tongue against his shaft over his boxers, causing him tug at your roots.

“D-don’t tease me, dumbass.”

You bit your lip as you hooked your fingers into the band, pulling his underwear down slowly. Your heart rate quickened as you revealed his length, inch by inch as you pulled them down his thighs. He was big; so girthy, and the precum that leaked out of the tip only made him look that much more appetizing.

He hissed as you took him in your hand, pumping his length slowly before licking the head of his cock. You lapped up his arousal before taking him in your mouth and sucking as your tongue swirled around the tip. You quickly grew eager for more, taking him fully into your mouth until you were sputtering around him.

“Shit,” he swore, petting your head. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Bakugo’s words encouraged you and you began to bob your head up and down his cock, humming around it. He gathered your hair into his fist, pulling it as you deepthroated him.

“Ngh, so good. So fucking good,” he moaned, thrusting into your mouth.

As good as it felt, if there was one place Bakugo wanted to cum more than your mouth: it was inside you. Therefore, as he felt himself nearing his release, he reluctantly pulled out of your mouth, groaning at the sight of the saliva that connected your lips to his cock.

“I need to fuck you now,” he informed you as he pulled you up by your shoulders. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

You did as he said, turning to press your hands and face against the wall of the elevator. You chewed your lip in anticipation as you heard him stroke his wet cock behind you before pressing the tip against your folds.

“Katsuki,” you moaned, pushing back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him inside of you. “Please.”

“Please what, princess? What do you want?”

Whimpering as he ground the head of his cock into your clit, you responded. “I want you to- ahh~, fuck me. Please Bakugo.”

You must’ve appeased him, both of his hands coming up to grip your ass and he slowly pushed into you. His name fell from your lips in a long, drawn out moan as he filled you. He stilled once he was entirely in, relishing in the feeling of your warm cunt contracting around him. He could probably cum from that alone.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he commented, pulling out halfway before pushing into you again. He did this over and over until you’d stretched enough to his liking, beginning a steady rhythm as he thrust into you. The elevator filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, drowning out your moans. His fingers dug into your hips as he increased his pace, slamming into you as he fucked you.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,” he moaned out, and you had to grab hold of the elevator railing to steady yourself as he pounded you. “Look at you taking my cock so fucking well. You’re such a good girl.”

Your heart fluttered at his praise, crying out his name as he angled his cock to brush against your g-spot with every thrust. He thrust into you like that just a few times before pulling out of you.

You were about to protest but he spun you around to face him, guiding your arms around his neck and picking you up by the backs of your thighs. He pushed your back against the wall to support you in the new position.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he mumbled through clenched teeth, slipping back inside you.

“B-Bakugo,” you whined, finding it difficult to speak with how he was slamming into you. “So close.”

He reached a hand down between you two, rubbing furiously at your clit. “Cum for me, princess. Cum around my cock. Fuck.”

You threw your head back in sheer pleasure as your stomach tightened, digging your nails into his back as you reached your climax. You clenched around him, your pussy getting impossibly tighter as you came around his cock.

Bakugo’s thrusts grew sloppier but quicker, exerting the last of his energy as he finished inside you. Thick ropes of his warm cum painted your insides, filling you up along with his cock. He groaned out your name as he let out the last of it, burying his head in your shoulder as he caught his breath.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before he pulled out of you and let you down slowly. His cum leaked uncomfortably down your thigh, and suddenly he regretted ruining your panties, wishing he had them to help keep his cum inside of you.

You were caught by surprise when Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he embraced you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to you once again. “I need you, and...I don’t wanna do this hero shit if I can’t do it with you.”

 “Me neither,” you assured him, softly kissing his shoulder.

*

“Bakugo?”

“Yeah?”

“How are we getting out of here?” you inquired, remembering that you and him had been the only people in the office on that Sunday night.

“Shit.”

~

[imkylotrash]

Meet Me In The Hallway (1)

Pairing: Sky x reader

Summary: Summer is coming to an end and so is your little fling once Stella finds out. 

A/N I had a request asking for an ice fairy which is why the reader in this series will have ice powers. 

Series Masterlist 

“Ready to be seen by the world?” Sky asks as he comes up behind you. Gravity forces your hands to intertwine or at least you tell yourself that’s the reason why you never seem able to keep your hands to yourself.

“I hardly think Alfea constitutes as being seen by the world,” you laugh. This summer has been everything you could’ve asked for and more - returning to school is scary. You don’t want to lose this thing you and Sky have built together. Making the first move meant risking your friendship but what you had now was so much better. 

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” he asks stopping just by the gate to Alfea.

“I was just thinking that I’m really happy I made the first move,” you smirk thinking back to that night and the first kiss you two shared. Your heart had been pounding in your chest all night just waiting for the right moment. 

“I’m pretty happy about that myself,” he says leaning in to kiss you except he never gets the chance. 

“Look at what we have here.” Sky’s face lights up with instant regret hearing her voice. You remember how miserable he was when he was with her and you’re guessing she won’t be too happy that the two of you got together. She’s always been jealous of you and Sky’s friendship and now she can say that she had every right to be. 

“What do you want, Stella?” It’s clear as day that Sky just wants to move on with his day and not have to handle of the tantrums, Stella will most likely throw. You squeeze his hand gently to let him know that you’re right there next to him which calms him down just a little.  

“I just wanted to congratulate you. I heard you found someone new but now that I see who it is... Well, I guess downgrading was the only option after me.” You know she’s trying to convince herself more than you but it’s just such a cheap shot. You hate the need to put other women down to make yourself feel better. 

“Listen, Stella-”

“I’m having a conversation with Sky, darling. Don’t interrupt the grownups.” Your hands are shaking with rage as you close your mouth not wanting to create a scene on the first day back. Sky doesn’t hold back though. 

“If anything, I’ve upgraded. To a gorgeous, kind hearted, good person. Y/N makes me happy and I thought we were mature enough to be happy for each other.” He drags you with him as he storms past Stella. You look back for a second freezing a small puddle of water. There’s a satisfying smack as she falls ass first. 

“Did you do that?” Sky laughs. It’s petty and stupid, but you hate the way she treats Sky. Like he’s some kind of property she can just claim whenever she feels like it. 

“I know I should be above it but she just irks me.” This time Sky does kiss you. Sweet and short but it’s just what you need. 

“I have to get to practice. Silva is waiting for me but I’ll see you after?” 

“I’ll come find you.” He kisses you again before heading off towards the training grounds and in turn leaving you to fend for yourself as Stella approaches. 

“You know, I thought I’d just let this little thing play out and wait for Sky to realise that you’re nothing. But I’m going to need this to end right now.” Her absurd demands make you laugh. She can’t just order you to end things with Sky. You wonder if she truly has lost it. 

“I’m not ending things with Sky. You had your chance and you dumped him.” If there’s one thing you truly hate, it’s a bully. And Stella won’t get to bully you into breaking up with Sky. You’re finally happy. 

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. If you don’t break up with Sky, I will tell the entire school about the exciting stuff from your file.” Her smile is sickly sweet. 

“Wh-What?” you stutter hoping she’s bluffing. There’s no way for her to know, is there? 

“You heard me. When I heard about you and Sky, I snuck into Farah’s office to find dirt on you. And boy, let me tell you. There’s quite a lot you’ve hidden from everyone.” Your hands are shaking but this time it’s from fear. No one can find out especially not Sky. He’d be repulsed by you if he found out what you’ve been hiding. 

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you plead well-knowing she has the upper hand. 

“Break up with Sky and I won’t.” It feels like you can’t breathe. Are you crying? You lift your hand up to your face and feel something wet on your cheeks. It’s shock paralysing you. Stella knows your darkest secret and she’s dangling it in front of you knowing she holds all the power. There’s isn’t really much of a choice for you as you head over to find Sky. This will break your heart and even worse it’ll break Sky’s. You can’t believe Stella doesn’t care about all the hurt she’s inflicting. She claims to care for Sky but you would never do this to someone you love. 

“I have to talk to you.” Riven laughs yelling something about trouble as you and Sky head away from the others. You don’t need an audience for this. 

“Babe, you’re scaring me a little.” He puts his hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving.

“Look at me?” he asks and slowly you turn around to face him. 

“I’ve been thinking all day almost going crazy. Now that we’re back, it’s like reality hit, Sky. I’m so sorry but I don’t think I can do this.” You say it quickly before your feelings overwhelm you. There’s no air in your lungs, your heart has stopped beating. 

“I don’t understand,” he says looking at you searching your face for answers he won’t find. 

“We were good this morning. Is this about Stella?” he asks. You’re careful to keep your face neutral knowing he’ll grasp onto any sign that might hint at an explanation. 

“This is about me. I just think we work better as friends.” It sounds weak even to you but it’s not just Sky’s heart breaking right now. The fight has left your body but it’s raging in Sky. You have to let him down completely in order to make sure he doesn’t fight for you. 

“I don’t want you like that, Sky. I’ve tried and it just didn’t work out for me.” You shrug hoping he’ll understand that there’s nothing to salvage. 

“I can’t go back to how things were before. Not now that I know-” he stops trying to keep his voice from cracking. He doesn’t need to finish the sentence, you already know what he was going to say. 

“I’m so sorry, Sky. I really am.” 

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done this,” he says hoping you’ll take it back but you don’t. You tell yourself that this is for the best. If people found out what you truly are, where you come from. If Sky knew, he wouldn’t want to be with you anyway and you couldn’t bear that. 

“I don’t know what else to say.” The pain in his eyes crumbles your spirit. To know that you’re the cause makes you want to scream. Instead you place a hand on his shoulder and say: “I’m sorry I hurt you.” As you walk away, you spot Stella watching from afar with the same sickly smile as before. You promise yourself you’ll find a way to make all of this go away so you and Sky can be together. As long as he doesn’t give up on you.