#but just know that i fucking shrieked and screamed 'fuck off' several times lmao

[streetcornertwoam]

OH my god...

I just actually had to go back relisten to the last several minutes of the latest ep ‘cause...I can’t believe I didn’t get the hints...

the fucking robes... ‘servant of the seven’ ‘one of seven in battle’...even BUMBERSHOOTS! 

goddammit Justin McElroy I’m so furious but I’m cackling

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried. 

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

 Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”  

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter.  A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.  

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”      

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

[heygrrrlratpiss]

Assigning each Lost Boy one of my favorite albums

Hi! This is my first ever post from a different fandom! I thought of this idea several days ago, but I just haven’t gotten the chance to make it until now. It’s by no means an original idea, but I thought it’d be fun to do so you guys can get to know my tastes :) also I apologize for making all of the albums female fronted, I just prefer female voices haha, I also went a bit Anthony Fantano with my explanations and turned them into album reviews oopsies :3 I’m probably gonna do the other characters too, so stay tuned for that!!

David

A Prayer Under Pressure of Violent Anguish - My Ruin

This was kind of a hard one for me because I couldn’t really find an album I really like that screams David, but I think this one suits him pretty well. There are some songs on here that aren’t really him lyric wise, but the music itself is pretty heavy, and the way Tairrie B. sings is real intense, which I think David would really enjoy, being the edgelord that he is LMAO plus there’s some songs that talk about religion, and I thought that would be something he’d be into because I feel like he’d think it’s funny he’s a vampire and he’s listening to songs about Christianity, even though they’re written in a negative light.

Dwayne

Clear Hearts Grey Flowers - Jack Off Jill

Dwayne. Dwayne. My favorite boy, literally he is the only guy ever, so this wasn’t a hard choice. CHGF is a very punk and gothic rock driven album, which is something I think Dwayne would really like. It has a much more mature, polished sound than JOJ’s other albums, Sexless Demons and Scars and Humid Teenage Mediocrity, but it isn’t completely mellowed down, which I feel reflects his personality (he’s wayyy more unhinged then he lets on ;D). There are some “calmer” songs on the album, though they still keep the same broodiness seen throughout the album, which is also something I think is very Dwayne.

Paul

Fantastic Wounds - Schoolyard Heroes

Fantastic Wounds is one of my absolute favorites of all time; it’s campy, dramatic, and nothing I’ve never, ever heard of before. Ryann Donnelly, the lead singer, she does multiple voice parts, which includes her normal singing voice, opera, screaming and shrieking, and her own dramatic way of singing (listen to the album, and you’ll get what I mean), which is something Paul would absolutely love. Her voice is also very feminine and shrill with strangely sugary sweet, cutesy vocals, something I think Paul would get addicted to. The record is just all over the place, but it’s still cohesive, which makes it easy to focus on, and I think Paul would appreciate that since he’s got the attention span of a golden retriever puppy, but it’s by no means boring. It sounds exactly like the soundtrack to a cheesy, campy horror movie. Even the toned down songs are far from mild! It’s just a fun listen, and I wish Schoolyard Heroes was still together so they could make even more amazing records (I kinda went on a tangent with this one, sorry LOL I’ve just been absolutely in love with this record for the past four years).

Marko

Bricks Are Heavy - L7

Okay we all know none of the boys shy away from punk (the music and subculture, though I don’t really think you can like one and not the other tbh), and I’m a firm believer that this includes femme punk. The Lost Boys can be feminists, as a little treat (for me) I’m fine with them murdering people but I draw the line at misogyny and bigotry /hj. I headcanon Marko as the one who’s the most into punk rock among the guys. Bricks Are Heavy starts off the bat with Wargasm, anti-war song that’s weirdly sexual but for good reason (did you know I also headcanon Marko to be a huge fucking horndog?). The rest of the album is mainly political, save for a couple of songs, but they’re not any less aggressive or impactful; they’re very hard to forget, just like Marko!

[gh0stiegirlie]

synopsis: all it took was one glance at the hotheaded boy at the U.A. exam, and you were smitten. for deku, it was a single act of kindness that instigated his immediate attraction to uraraka. several months into school, best friends Skylar and deku are left heartbroken when. uraraka and bakugou start a relationship. when you and deku find yourselves confiding in each other, a question arises; is this love, or loneliness? are you two better just as friends?

a/n: lmao hey im not dead whats gud

word count: 2.8k

<- pt. 2                                                          pt.4 (expect monday, sept 7th) ->

Moments later, the sound Bakugous boots stomping across the linoleum floor echos throughout the hall. He remains quiet as he follows you, not risking the punishment of disturbing other hero classes by spewing his typical demeaning insults or using his quirk  But a glance behind your shoulder reveals how threatening he is, even in silence. His grin is sadistic, and there’s fierce passion in his eyes.

The passion to rip your fucking guts out, that is.

Bakugou's animalistic instincts kick in the longer the chase persists, his mind dismissing everything but you, his prey.

A few twists and turns later, you Bakugous fingers grasp the back of your shirt collar. You gasp as he violently pulls you back into his chest, only letting go once he's thrown you on the ground. He looms over you with a crazed look on his face, his smile crooked and his eyes ablaze. He looks batshit crazy, yet you think it’s insanely attractive.

“You’re going to pay for that, you cowardly bastard,” he growls, his vermillion eyes pouring liquid rage into yours.

Perfect.

You hold his gaze and activate your quirk.

Suddenly, wordless cries reverberate throughout the chasms of his mind. Wails and shrieks pound against his head, desperate to escape. He cowers into a fetal position with his hands covering his ears, a fruitless attempt to keep the howls out. All Bakugou can see before the world goes dark is the glow of your e/c eyes. 

You push yourself off the floor as Bakugou begins to rub his eyes, a feeble attempt to regain sight. Your attack will keep him at bay for a while, giving you the perfect opportunity to escape to the training grounds. 

At the time you arrive on the grounds, Bakugou wearily rises to his feet. The world spins around him while three words spin around his mind.

What the fuck?!

Granted, Bakugou knew you were powerful.

Well, the better word is he was aware you were powerful.

He considered you were a slimy wannabe hero when he caught you knocking out other contestants to steal their wins during the entrance exam, but decided you were just another extra when you practically failed Aizawa’s physical tests on the first day. His feelings only changed when you almost fought in him at the sports festival. He heard your battle was intense, but half ‘n half managed to blow you off the court before you could incapacitate him. Even though you lost that third round, you made it pretty damn far.

But, he didn’t know you were capable of disabling him with a single glance. 

You’ve impressed him. 

But the cost of impressing and temporarily impairing Bakugou is your strength.  Using your special move always takes a physical toll on you. Bakugous throbbing brain keeps him grounded in reality, while your piercing pain keeps you awake enough to make it to the training grounds.

When Bakugou arrives you’ve collected your bearings, your headache subdued by a few Advils.

“Took you long enough,” you jeer, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

Bakugou is heaving, his vermillion eyes communicating what his mouth can’t.

And they say he’s going to fry you like dead meat.

A low, guttural noise builds up in Bakugous chest. It builds and rises in his body like hot air, until finally he releases it with a battle cry, “I’m going to kill you!” 

He charges at you with explosions from both hands, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. 

The rapid firing of his explosions leave you no time to think of a strategy, so you focus on dodging while getting in close. From this length, you can momentarily harvest some of his thoughts. But honestly, it seems like he’s blind with rage and firing recklessly. 

You should know Bakugou better than that.

He’s aware that after the stunt you pulled earlier, your quirk works best at a short distance. The fact you need direct eye contact to activate your quirk effectively is a clear sign proximity is a limitation of yours. He also knows that powerful move must have exhausted you. Not only will his long-range blasts and constant movement make it nearly impossible for you to make eye contact with him, but your attempts to dodge them and get closer will wear you out even more. Then, depending on if you make an attack from this long-distance and how strong that attack is, he’ll know more about the restrictions of your quirk. He grins to himself, thinking how he’s too amazing for his own good.

You also take a moment to smile to yourself. Little does he know you have the ability to briefly manifest the thoughts of others, and heard his entire plan. You have to admit, that clever strategy would’ve totally defeated you. 

Too bad it’s completely useless.

If he plans to keep you at a distance until you're worn out, that means you have to get in close as soon as possible. Meaning you have to rush in and run the risk of being hit with one of his blasts. 

You know Bakugou isn’t dumb. You notice he never fires from the same position or with the same type of explosion. He’s always moving, constantly searching for your blind spot, and changing how he attacks. One second he’s on your left, using both hands to shoot you with one ginormous fire-ball. The next, he’s behind you and sending a million tiny blasts your way. Finding a way to slip past his advanced combat skills is nearly impossible. 

Nearly.

You’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for a few minutes now. You’re falling into a rhythm; he shoots, you dodge, and he shoots again. He’s falling into a pattern; shoot, move, shoot again, move again. Knowing where he’ll land next is a matter of understanding the when and where of his reactions. When you dodge an attack, when does he decide to change up his behavior, and where does he go to deliver the next blast?

Bakugou is convinced that your sluggish reaction times are proof of his oncoming victory. While, yes, the heaviness of physical exhaustion is starting to weigh you down, the real reason is focusing on formulating a plan. And for someone with a mental quirk like you, thinking is the most dangerous thing you can do.

When it appears that your body is about to give up, Bakugou runs and aims an explosion in the exact place you expected. You manage to meet his eyes and send hundreds of whispered messages into his brain. He falters on his shot, dazed and confused. You surprise him by sprinting straight to his strategically plotted spot, and therefore, face-planting into his chest. The sudden force of his chest mixed with your momentum sends you both flying back. 

You planned to land on top of Bakugou, which would not only pin him to the ground and secure your victory, but also gave you an excuse to straddle his hips in the way you’ve spent so many math classes dreaming about. But instead, you both end up rolling across the ground. You land on your stomach, and after taking a few moments to recover, you catch Bakugou sprawled out on his back. 

This is my chance.

You clumsily push yourself off the ground and stumble over to Bakugou. You practically fall on top of him, and the sudden weight ontop of his sore core forces a groan to escape his lips. He weakly tries to push you off him, but his failed attempts leave him flailing his arms and legs to try and squirm out from under you. He’s acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"How does it feel to lose, Bakugou?" you smirk. “It’s embarrassing enough that you always lose to Deku, and now you’re losing to his girlfriend too! It’s so pathetic I almost feel bad for you!”

A moment ago, every limb in Bakugous body was screaming at him to sleep. Now, his it burns alive with rage. He uses the rage surging through his veins to generate one last explosion that shoots you into the sky. After a few seconds of soaring upwards, Bakugou launches himself in your direction with the last explosions his tired body can summon. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you into his chest, one of his hands holding your head in the nape of his neck for extra protection. The two of you spiral in the air like a torpedo.

The sky expels you into the ground like a bullet, and the concrete cracking beneath you.

When you open your eyes, Bakugou is swaying above you. His eyes are half-lided, and blood drips from his nose onto your face.

“Lets… Call it even…” you mumble as he collapses beside you. 

You both spend a few minutes slipping in and out of consciousness, desperately searching at the barriers of your mind for an escape through. Eventually, Bakugou gains enough strength to slip his way through a crack. He picks you up bridle style and carries you to the outskirts of U.A. High. Unable to go any further, he slides against one of the buildings walls into a sitting position, resting your head on the side of his thigh once he’s comfortable. 

Only now does he see how beautiful you are. 

Your resting face is so peaceful, his racing heart calms the longer he stares. Your skin glistens underneath the sun, every bead of sweat rolling down your cheeks looking like a shooting star gliding across the beautiful night sky. Your e/c hair wreathes around Bakugou’s legs like a corkscrew, and he delicately untangles your soft locks. Sometimes your nose twitches as he pulls at your hair, but only when he brushes a stray flyaway out of your face do your eyes finally flutter open.

Your body is bruised and bloodied, and the worst of your injuries are the concrete chunks penetrating deep cuts in your back. Although Bakugou finds every girl looks beautiful after a fight. And you, even with your injuries, are no exception.

It’s not because he’s some kinky pervert, but he sees these injuries as markings of a true hero. A true hero is someone who endures pain but always keeps fighting. He thought since you were dating that nerd you were a pussy, but you’ve proven to him you’re a total badass.

Bakugou’s eyes are inches away from yours. You immediately notice his glare isn’t as… Spiteful, as usual. It’s serene. And it’s making you blush.

“How long have you been staring at me like that for, perv?” You yawn with a stretch. Your forearms rub against Bakugous thighs as you pop your elbows. His face turns a shade of pink, not the angry intense red he’s is accustomed to.

“Hey! I saved your life, idiot. You should be thanking me!” Bakugou fumes, the color of his face slowly deepening to his typical red.

“Yeah, and you’re also the person who tried to fucking explode me! So it cancels out, you asshole!” You yell as you dart up, only to fall back down. You struggle once more to your feet only to collapse in a heap. “Fuck, I can’t---” you mumble, the world around you fading to black. You scream for your mouth to move and demand your legs to stand, but your body refuses to cooperate. Eventually, you succumb to the darkness.

Bakugou’s battered body is only capable of shuffling with you in his arms to Recovery Girls’ office before he passes out too.

You wake up hours later to the feeling of a cold, wet kiss on your back. You “eugh!” in disgust as you flinch away from Recovery Girl’s lips.

“Ah, glad to see you’re finally awake,” she chirps before turning to treat Bakugou. “You two had quite the battle! Hurt eachother pretty bad for a couple of first years.” She fiercely spins around to wag her wrinkly finger in your face. “Mr. Aizawa will be sure to hear about this!”

“No!” you exclaim, before clearing your throat to lower your voice. “Please don’t tell him Recovery Girl!” you plead more rationally, “Bakugou and I were just having a... tactical battle to find out more about eachothers quirks for an assignment, that’s all! I think we just both got a little carried away…” You rub your injured arm awkwardly. 

“Get off me, you old hag!” A now conscious Bakugou commands Recovery Girl. She backs away to her desk to take some notes, but not before calling him an “ungrateful and rude young man”. Bakugou turns to face you, and scans his handiwork (aka, your injuries). “You really got your ass handed to you, huh?” he congratulates himself. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t forget, Recovery Girl is smoochin’ you too. Meaning I did some serious damage.” you point out, fighting a smile. You want to keep your face as smug as Bakugou’s.

“Whatever, loser. We’ll call it a tie,” he smirks at you. “Until I get the chance to beat the shit out of you.”

“Trust me. Next time we fight, there won’t be a tie. Only me standing victorious over your dumb corpse.” you challenge with crossed arms. You can’t help but notice the excitement in Bakugous eyes, and how a genuine grin paves its way across his face. Though when there’s a knock at the door, his smile falls so fast you question if you imagined it.

“Oh! Looks you two have some visitors,” Recovery Girl announces, wobbling towards the door.

Neither you nor Bakugou are in the mood to deal with your significant others. You shake your head and cry, “Please don’t let them in!” But Izuku Texas smashes the door wide open and runs to you, Uraraka following close behind. 

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” he cups your cheeks, and you nod. He ignores your affirmation and scans your entire body for any sign of harm. “O-oh, you have scratches everywhere!” He gingerly pokes a healing cut on your knee, causing a hiss of pain to escape you. 

“Bakugou, where are you hurt?” Uraraka runs her hands down Bakugous biceps, feeling for any bumps or bruises.

“Get off of me,” he growls under his breath, not wanting to draw your attention to them. “I said, get your hands off of me!” Bakugou raises his voice when Uraraka doesn’t listen to him.

“You,” Izuku glowers at Bakugou, “You did this to her,” 

“Izuku, leave him alone,” you plea. He ignores you.

“You hurt her again.” Izuku mumbles, Bakugou quirking his head at the word ��again”.

“Zuzu, Bakugou didn’t do shit.” you grab Izukus shoulder to spin him towards you, but he uses his quirk to brush you off. But Izuku ‘brushing you off’ with his quirk means with a single finger flick, he propels you into the wall at the other side of the room. 

“Oh dear,” Recovery Girl gasps through a hand over her mouth

“What the hell?!” Bakugou barks, darting over to you. Uraraka catches his arm and holds him back. 

You struggle to rise. Your legs shake under your weight, but you force them to support you. You glare at the ground, absolutely mortified. Even though you’re disgusted with Midorya, you manage to look him in his eyes.

“We’re done,” you mumble. At this point your whole body trembles, but you can’t tell if it’s from rage or exhaustion.

“Wuh-what?” Izuku’s puppy dog eyes pout in disbelief. He takes a step towards you but you step away. 

“Sorry, was I not loud enough? Allow me to be more clear,” 

You shut your eyes. When you open them, they’re neon e/c.

You’re using your second, and final special move to announce to the whole school Izuku can go to hell.

Your sonic blast. 

“Izuku Midoriya, you and I are done!” You scream into the minds of the hundreds of students attending U.A. You specifically aim your eyes at Izuku, so he receives the worst of it.

Izuku falls to his knees, his green eyes welling up with tears. You might’ve burst his eardrums with that emission. Good.

With that, you run out of Recovery Girls' office and straight to the gym.

All the emotions you've kept bottled up for this entire year suddenly spill out of you. With every punch, your forbidden feelings for Bakugou wiggle back into your heart. Your pent-up rage for Izuku turns into a feeling you've repressed ever since you started dating.

Regret.

You regret twisting your frustration with Bakugou's and Urarakas relationship into feelings for your best friend. 

You slam your fists against the bag, more hot tears streaming down your face with every punch.

You regret ever kissing him that night.

You wish you would've stayed just friends.

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[hallospaceboyy]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a Zelda Spellman x Female reader where the reader has been following a rather strong demon into Greendale because of an old vendetta, and end up saving one or more of the Spellman’s. Totally a plus if the reader is a bit taller, buff and a powerful witch. Love your writing by the way! Make it as smutty as you want☺️

Demonology

AN: I'm not sure if this is QUITE what you were expecting. I basically just made it into a fic of Zelda being v turned on by the reader being extremely powerful and saving her life lmao. We all know Zelda's hot for power 😂 Hope you enjoy!!

Warning for smut and strong language

You had been following the Demon for quite some time, tracking it's movements, had trailed it from town to town. You could have banished it back to Hell any time, but you didn't want that, wanted to defeat it, crush it entirely from existence. You'd watched it hurt people, kill people; innocent people and it made your blood boil, the terror and carnage it left in its wake.

Of course the redhead walking alone in the woods in the quaint little town of Greendale had foiled that plan. It's the witching hour, and the demon is upon her before she can even register its presence, and you have to act fast, as it knocks her to the ground and black, viscous tendrils begin to coil around her form, bubbling at her pale skin, and she is screaming, writhing on the ground.

You don’t even have time to think, throw your hands up and banish the demon, strong voice resounding throughout the woods, bouncing off of the trees, and the thing releases an animalistic shriek as it goes up in flames and disappears. The redhead lays there panting, eyes squeezed shut, and you sigh in frustration, striding over to her and falling to your knees at her side. Her skin is covered with blistering welts where the tendrils had been, and you slide a hand over them, healing every one with ease, restoring the porcelain skin to its perfection. When you glance up at the woman’s face, she is watching you curiously, and you see her visibly relax when the pain subsides.

“Th-Thank you.” Her voice is smooth and velvety, and there's a flutter in your stomach as you properly regard the woman, realise how beautiful she is. So very attractive, and she’s smirking at you now as she sits up and dusts off her arms.

“You ruined my plan.” You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “I've been trying to figure out how to kill it, not banish it.”

“A witch that hunts and kills demons? That is unusual.”

You shrug, biting your lip. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

“Zelda. Zelda Spellman.” She holds out her hand and you shake it firmly, can’t withhold the gasp at the pulsing magic you feel coursing through her.

“You're a witch too.”

She hums in affirmation, green eyes searching yours with perplexity, and something else, a glint there that you can’t quite place.

“How did you banish the demon without using it's name? I didn’t think that was possible. It was quite astounding.”

“Uh, um. I don’t know. I just... can.”

“You're powerful. So very powerful. I can feel it. I can smell it.” She leans closer to you, cupping your cheeks, and your breath hitches in your throat. “You saving my life has made me embarrassingly frisky.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Zelda Spellman?”

“Mm. Am I succeeding?” Her soft lips brush yours, and you flick your tongue out teasingly, smirking.

“Yes.”

Zelda surges forwards and pushes you down to the ground then, pinning you beneath her, wrists above your head, and you squeak in surprise, laughter cut short as she crushes her lips to yours, kissing you with a hungry passion that has a heat coiling in your lower abdomen, throbbing between your legs.

Her slender hands snake beneath your shirt, pushing the material up as her nails rake over the expanse of your stomach, stroking higher and higher, and then she's groaning with delight when she finds you braless, scrapes her nails over your nipples, and you tilt your head back and moan, arching into her touch.

“Is this how you usually thank people for saving your skin?” You ask breathlessly, and she chuckles, leans down and presses damp open mouthed kisses to your sternum.

“It’s usually me saving theirs.” Her hot mouth finds a nipple, and she grazes her teeth over it, bites down gently and then sucks hard, and your hands tangle in her auburn hair, tugging slightly and she hums.

You're growing impatient, and embarrassingly wet, so you lift your hips and push your trousers down, and your underwear, kicking them off of your legs and gasping when your bare ass comes into contact with the dewy grass beneath you.

“Someone's eager. Does it make you wet, saving the lives of unsuspecting witches?” She murmurs, hand trailing down between your legs and ghosting her fingertips over your folds.

“No, but it does make me wet when an extremely attractive witch pins me down in the middle of the woods with the intent of fucking me senseless.”

“How do you know I'm not dangerous. I could kill you right now.” Her free hand clasps at your throat, and you release a strangled whine as her fingers brush your clit, feather light, teasing.

“Then kill me, Zelda Spellman. I can think of worst ways to die than with a pretty witch's fingers at my cunt and her hand around my throat.”

She grins at that, chuckling with delight. Her hand clutches tighter at your throat, and the throbbing arousal between your legs is becoming increasingly more insistent, and her fingers suddenly begin rubbing firmly at your clit, and you moan loudly, rolling your hips.

“Mm, you're positively dripping. All for me, you naughty little witch. Letting a perfect stranger fuck you in the woods in the middle of the night.”

Her slender fingers press to your entrance, and you whimper, bucking your hips in desperation, needing her inside you, needing her to fill you, to satiate the ache in your cunt.

“P-Please Zelda.”

The redhead laughs, slowly pushes the tips of her fingers in, and then pulls them out, and you groan in frustration. “I love making a strong witch beg.”

“I swear if you don't get on with it I will-" You're cut off, releasing a loud moan when she thrusts two digits into you, curling them deep inside your cunt, pressing to your g-spot with exquisite accuracy, and you writhe against the damp grass as waves of pleasure pulse through you.

“You'll what, darling?” She hovers over you, her face inches from yours as she thrusts her fingers into you, slow and deep, and you force your eyes open to look at her when you feel her hot breath on your face.

“Shh, you talk too much.” You grip her hair and press her lips to yours, tongue searching out hers, letting out laboured pants against her mouth as she begins to pound her fingers harder into you, speeding up her movements. You squeeze your eyes shut, flames of colour licking at the back of your eyelids as each thrust makes you see stars, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. She's so inexplicably good with those fingers, have never felt anything like it, and you claw at her scalp desperately, clutch at the jacket covering her back. She removes her hand from your throat, resting on her forearm beside your head and tangling her fingers in your hair.

You cry out against her mouth as you come, writhing beneath her body pressed to yours, and she huffs a laugh, amused by your shameless need to be vocal, moans and groans echoing throughout the woods, and several birds flutter from the treetops with alarm. You clench and spasm around her digits, and Zelda pulls away from your lips, buries her face in your neck and bites down on your smooth skin, sucking a dark mark there. You barely know the woman, but let the mark of her bloom there, too inebriated by the intensity of your orgasm, the intoxicating scent of her to care.

You go limp against the wet grass, panting heavily, and still clutching at the redhead, wrapping your legs around her slender waist. When she tries to pull away, you cling tighter, and she chuckles, nipping at your jaw. She gently extricates herself from you, sits back on her haunches to regard you. Her shining eyes rove your body, legs spread, shirt rucked up under your armpits, leaving your pert breasts exposed, and she smirks, biting her lip.

“You are as exquisite as the magic that courses through your veins.”

You blush, suddenly shy now, clamping your legs shut and pushing yourself to sit up with trembling arms. You inhale a shaky breath, letting the cool night air fill your lungs and closing your eyes, relishing the moment, the soft buzz of your orgasm still present in your limbs, a pleasant ache between your thighs.

“Are you staying in town?” She asks, watching as you tug your shirt down, lazily begin to dress your bottom half.

“I don't know. I hadn’t planned to, but I could.” You grimace as you pull your trousers on, your legs and ass damp from the grass. It feels unpleasant when the material presses to the cold, wet skin. “Would you like me to?”

Zelda smirks devilishly, raising a single perfectly arched brow. “Well, I’ve seen your magical prowess, I have yet to experience your abilities of the sexual kind. I have a distinct feeling those hands will be skilled at more than just spellcasting.”

You laugh, groaning as you stand and holding a hand out to help her up. She takes it gratefully, lets you pull her to her feet and into your strong arms, and you wrap them around her waist, hands resting on the swell of her ass beneath her tight skirt.

“Same time tomorrow, then? Hopefully without the demon this time.”

“I'll be here, Y/N.” She presses a lingering kiss to your lips, and then turns and walks away, and you watch her go with a smirk, admiring the sway of her hips, her toned calves. Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #224

“i don’t miss you, i miss the misery.”

What’s a hobby you would like to try out? Digital art. What sort of a kiss do you count as the first kiss? A mutual effort to kiss. Like, you both purse your lips. What time is too early for you? 5:00 A.M. is generally when if I wake up, I'll go back to bed. Have you ever won a raffle? If so, what’ve you won? Yes, actually. I very faintly remember winning something up in New York at a bowling alley as a family when I was little. Idr what we won. What’s the most useless thing you have vast knowledge on? Probably Silent Hill lol, if we're talking about truly useless. Video game lore and such knowledge isn't exactly truly useful. Is there anything you feel you’re better at than anybody else? No. What’s the biggest insect you’ve ever seen? Uhhh probably some kind of beetle. How about the biggest spider? A bird-eating tarantula when I was at the reptile convention with Sara. When’s the last time you played Pac-Man? WOW, it's been years. I've only ever played it on my childhood GameBoy. What is your favorite winter Olympic sport? I guess ice skating is pretty, but I don't care about sports. You Internet dies; what do you do for the next little while? Ummm this is when I feel like a caveman lmao. Probably... play Nintendogs on my DS. I hate hate hate how reliant I am on technology. What was the last test you completely failed? Recently on my first math test of this year. I bombed it, but at least I wasn't alone I guess. Oh look, it’s snowing outside! Do you get excited? Hell yes. Is your room covered in posters, or pretty bare? My walls are coooooverrrrrred. What sport do you completely fail at? I went to a volleyball summer camp thing in school years upon years ago and that shit HURT. I don't think I stayed the whole duration of it. Do you ever question life and existence? Not really anymore. Why does it really even matter why we're here, just make the most of it. Admit it, we all love brand named clothes. What’s your favorite? I genuinely don't care about brand names. Would you ever risk having a house party when you’re parents are gone? Hell no. What are you plans for the future? Achieve a stable career, learn to drive and have my own car, buy my own home, move in with the person I love, have lots of pets, and most importantly just be happy and content. Is your cell phone on vibrate? It pretty much always is. Is your dishwasher full? We don't have a dishwasher; we have to wash by hand. What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? I don't know many of their songs, but they're fine, from what I've heard. Have you ever played tennis? No, I don't have that coordination. Have you ever played fetch with a dog? I think so. Have you ever pet a stingray? No. Who is the last baby you held? Colleen's son forever ago because she needed me to. Would you ever consider being a cannibal? Wow no. Do you have any scars from an animal? Possibly, idk. I have a lot of small scars. How have you been sleeping? Awful. I've pretty damn consistently been having screaming fits (I mean, actually shrieking) at night where I attack my bed from nightmares. I actually recently hurt my hand from it. I want to go to the doctor about it, it's really worrying me. Are you adopted? No. Do you like scrapbooking? I'm not really a crafts person, no. Do you collect anything valuable? No. How many house phones do you have? Zero. We only use cellphones. Do you know anyone with an eating disorder? I don't believe so, thankfully. What was the last thing you killed? I at least tried crushing a flea. Mom used some kind of spray on the dogs outside, but it resulted in them just hopping off them inside too, apparently. Whose number did you last get? I have no idea. Have you ever thought about stepping in front of a car? I mean, I've had like those passive thoughts; you know, like when you're up somewhere high and your brain tells you to jump. But never seriously. Have you ever lied down in the middle of the street? Don't give me The Notebook flashbacks pls sobs. Anyway, ha ha, yes, only because my sister wanted a picture of us huddled together when Misty was here? Everyone loves that picture though so thanks for taking it Jason, lol. Do you listen to explicit music? Some songs, sure. Have you ever used someone for money? I could never live with myself doing that. Do you own colored eyeliner? No, just black. When was the last time that you had a pet that died? Some time last year when we got two sick rats in a row. Have you ever tried peanut butter and bananas together? Yeah, pb&banana sandwiches are pretty good. Do you have any mental disorders? *opens notes* Chronic depression, crippling social anxiety, severe generalized anxiety, bipolarity II, AvPD, PTSD, and OCD W O W ! ! ! ! ! Have you ever had to live with a friend? Yes, when we got evicted in '17. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Hell no. Why does the little kid have leukemia? So God can scare you into faith to save the child he cursed with the disease? Why did my sick kitten get run over when I was a kid? Why was my sister almost raped as a teen? I could go on forever about this. Life gets a lot more bearable once you just accept the shit isn't fair and has no rhyme or reason. You just have to live with it. Do you believe in sex before marriage? I believe in sex once you feel truly in love with someone. Just be safe with it. Do you know anyone who married their high school sweetheart? Two, off the top of my head. Have you ever known anyone who died at war? I don''t think so. Who was the last person to hug you? My niece of nephew, I'm sure. Who is your favorite female celebrity? ... Wowie, why are like, all the ones I'm seriously invested in males. I suppose maybe Eugenia Cooney? Her recovery and development is like so fucking beautiful and I am 99.99% there isn't a sweeter person in existence. Were you nervous on your first day of high school? A little bit, of course. Three words to describe your best friend: Loyal, honest, and supportive as all fuck. Are you literally afraid of anyone? Yes. Who did you last take a picture with? My dad, I think? Literally forever ago? Who was the last person to comfort you? Sara. Who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you? Mom. If she says "yeah we'll do (whatever)," don't hold her to it, ever. If you answer a question wrong in class, does it embarrass you? YEAH. What’s your favorite Lady Gaga song? "Bad Romance" is the shit. I also really like the "Love Game" remix with Marilyn Manson in it. Would you date someone who smokes? No sir. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? Why or why not? That's an even bigger "no sir." Would you date the same sex? Why or why not? Well yeah, 'cuz I'm bisexual. What’s your biggest turn off? Physically, bad hygiene. Personality-wise, being full of yourself and overly-confident is such a turn-off. What’s your biggest turn on, physically? Do. Not. Touch. My. Boobs. Where would you go on a first date? Me personally, I think a safe bet is the movies. The first date is always so nerve-wracking, so a movie takes away some of the pressure to talk as much as you can. HOWEVER, I think it's very important to have bonding/getting to know each other time, so I think having a meal together is a nice addition. Most hurtful relationship? The ending of mine and Jason's. Ever regretted breaking up with someone? No. Have you ever dated someone more than once? No. Do you miss any of your exes? I mean, I miss Jason as a friend, though I know it's probably for the better we no longer associate with one another. What’s your biggest turn on, NOT physically? Romance. Act respectful, like you truly love and want me as a partner. Obviously see me as your equal. What is the sweetest thing someone you dated did for you? Probably Sara actually listening and not getting jealous or annoyed by me talking about my occasional bad PTSD days. Last time you got flowers? A random day Tyler came over when we were dating in early '17. Are you ready to get into a serious relationship right now? I'm in one now. Do you like cuddling? If I romantically like you, I am a total cuddlebug. Do you regret dating anyone? Why or why not? Idk. I wanna say Tyler, but I mean, it tested my ability to say "fuck no I'm not dealing with (whatever trait)." Most important lesson you have learned from dating? DO!!! NOT!!!!! EVER!!!!!! RELY!!!!! ON A PERSON!!!!!! TO BE!!!!!!!! YOUR SOLE SOURCE!!!!!!!!!!! OF HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!!!! What does it take to get you on a date? I mean, ask? Be clear that you're interested in me? Are you happier single or in a relationship? In a relationship. I just feel like there's some sort of validation I'm an interesting and/or fun person. Favorite ex? This is a... weird question. I mean, Girt is the only one I remain in contact with and adore as a friend, but I was VERY easily most in love with Jason. How important are looks? I really can't say I care much. I mean yes, it's harder to be sexually attracted to someone you don't find visually pleasing, but I've dated people I wasn't physically attracted to before, and looks didn't hold me back from dating them or being romantically attracted to them. How do you know when you are in love? Oh, you know. I can't really explain it, you just like... know. If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them? NO SIR-EE. Have you ever been ashamed of anyone you were dating? No. Favorite memories with an ex? I don't want to ponder this for my PTSD's sake. I have a novel of "favorite" memories with him. Would you name a child of yours after you? Ugh, no. I honestly hate that. Like... it seems so egotistical, and why would you WANT to?? Like... that's your name. I just don't get it, at all. Obsessions? Markiplier is ACTUALLY the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit, & I love lots of other YouTubers (no others really to the point of obsession tho, I'd say.... well, maybe Game Grumps), m e e r k a t s, the Silent Hill series, uhhhhh maybe that's it as far as real obsession goes. Perhaps Shadow of the Colossus with how many times I've played and beaten the thing. Addictions? I'm perfectly aware and regretful of just how reliant I am on technology. I turn into a caveman without it. I'm proooobably addicted to soda, fuckin' rip. Do you speak another language? Not anymore. I want to take German again, though, to refresh my memory and further improve, but I only really plan to if I have serious plans to visit Germany. Do you have a webpage? I have a Wix for my photography that I spent eons on jc. Do you live in the moment? Honestly, I don't feel so, most of the time at least. I'm always worrying and thinking about the future. Do you consider yourself tolerant of others? I'm, for the most part, extremely tolerant, though I can't decide if it's a good or bad thing that I'm becoming less so with time. Like ex., now, I seriously don't think I could be your friend if you don't support gay rights. There's just some shit I see as so ridiculous that I don't want to associate with you and give you my tolerance of your bullshit, hateful opinion. Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool? I'm 23 years old. What are your #1 priorities in life? My happiness, my health, Sara, my pets. Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself? Yeah. Certain types or urges in different situations, my religious anger and spite, my absolutely malice for my sister's horrid dog that for whatever fucking reason lives with us and not her... that kinda stuff. I think mostly just things relating to anger. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Hey anxiety, could you like?????????????? fuck off???????????????? Do you think you are emotionally strong? I will fucking NOT associate with your ass if you think I'm not after all the shit I've been through. Period. Not up for debate. What is your first name? *intro to B. Spears' "Gimme More" plays in the distance* Who was the first person you spoke to in person today? My mother. What was your first pet? The family cat Chance. If you mean like, actually mine, either Squeak the guinea pig or Shadow the Chinese water dragon. What was your first job? A GameStop sales clerk. How long was your first relationship? In my puppy-dog love middle school experience, maybe like, a couple of months? My first real one was three and half years. Who was the first person to break your heart? If you mean in any form, not just romantically, my dad when he abandoned us. Romantically, Jason. First person to give you flowers or candy on Valentine’s day? Other than my loved ones, Aaron, my 7th grade bf. First band you obsessed about? Truly obsessed with, Ozzy Osbourne. I loved Green Day as a kid, but it wasn't an obsession. First place you lived? Along the coastal plain/Piedmont border in North Carolina. First alcoholic beverage? Mike's Hard Lemonade. gud shit. First place someone took you on a date? I think Aaron and I went on a group date to the rollerskating rink first? That was a great day. Can you do a backflip? I'd break my neck, homie. Are you listening to anything right now? I'm binging Mother Mother. "Letter" is on right now. What do you do when you can’t fall asleep? Do exactly what you shouldn't do and get on the laptop, lmao. What’s the biggest lie you’ve told someone? There's something I told Jason in my first letter to him after the breakup that I honestly... don't know if it was a lie or not. I was so goddamn hurt that I'd say almost anything. I don't want to talk about it, though. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same sex? She's my girlfriend of two years, I'd hope she woulda by now, lmao. Have you ever been engaged and broke it off? Nope. Have you ever found pictures on your camera you don’t remember taking? I don't think so. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? I don't believe so. WAIT. Tyler drew a picture of me and him, I think? At least she had my common outfit. Have you ever dated a redhead? No. Where is your favorite place to go when you want to be alone? I'm always in my room alone, so like- Do you have any nieces or nephews? Boy, a lot. Do any of your friends have children? Yes. Is there anything you’re craving right now? I've honestly been a horny POS for forever now. What caused the last argument you had? My sister's mother-in-law being a homophobic piece of garbage. What was the last movie you watched? Good question. It's been a long time. Where were you the last time you kissed someone? The airport. Where was your last paycheck from? The day I worked at the dollar store for two hours and got $9 lmao. What was the last school you received a degree from? My high school. What did the last key you used go to? My house. Don’t tell me lies, so is the last person you texted attractive? She's gorgeous. Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced? I have snake eyes now, which I got done twice, because the first time, it was pierced too far back, so the swelling of my tongue literally started to swallow/heal over the bar. :') But it was worth it; it was by far the most painful piercing (the second time actually made me nauseous), but it's my favorite. What’s the background on your phone? My lock screen is fanart of Darkiplier & the simple picture impregnated me; my home screen is Sara and me. Are you a parent? To pets. :') How are things between you and the person you are with? Great. Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? Idk, my mom, probably. If you have a birthmark, where and what color? Yeah, exterior of my right arm. It's a slightly darker brown that the rest of my skin. When was the last time you felt nauseous? A while back. List three things that make you feel nauseous. THE SOUND OF VOMITING, even preparing to attempt to pick up pet shit, and uhhhh, how am I blanking. I guess certain smells? Idk. Do your parents support your dreams? Yes. List three of your favorite types of YouTube videos to watch. Comedy ones between friends, let's plays, and Mark's character ones are a unique and Supreme brand of video. What is your favorite park? Idk, I haven't been to many. Do you get fireflies where you live? Yep. What is the name of your YouTube channel, if you have one? 0zzkat (it's a zero). Do you wear the same shirt and shorts multiple times before washing? Only pj pants. If I actually go out in clothes, no, I change. What is your favorite store at the mall? Hot Topiiiiiic. Has a medication ever given you nightmares? Yes. I can't remember which it was, though. And I suppose one I'm on now might be causing them? Would you rather be surrounded by maple trees, fir trees, or palm trees? MAPLE!!!!!!!!!! How many different states have you lived in? Only one. What’s your favorite thing to do on a hot day? Swiiiiiim. Do you know anyone who’s allergic to bees? I don't think so. What does your favorite bikini look like? Sweetheart, nobody wants to see me in a bikini. What is your favorite thing to do at the beach? Swim. Do you think you are attractive? Nope. Who have you hugged in the past month? Mom, probably, and I actually think that's it. Are you good at recovering from injuries? Uh, I mean, I guess? Do you have more piercings or tattoos? They're tied at six, actually. Last bad news you heard? Some guy recently tried to break into Nicole's friend's house while she was home alone, but she scared him off with a shotgun through the window. I'm still not fucking over it. Last good news you heard? I got a 94 on the final test for the book we read in Writing. What was the last thing you posted on a Instagram? I only ever post photography on both of mine, so some picture. Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family? I wouldn't know; I never lived alone. What states have you visited, that you remember? New York, Florida, Virginia, South Carolina, and I recall Ohio VERY faintly. Oh yeah, and Tennessee, but that's a vague memory as well. OH, HOW DID I FORGET ILLINOIS?????????? What countries have you visited? I've never left North America. What are five careers you’ve considered? In chronological order, some that I've considered are paleontologist, vet, movie designer, game designer, and photographer. What do you wish your hair looked like? I really wanna dye it silver rn. Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with? I still care for him, yeah. I guess I'm in a way still protective of him, too, as I saw very clearly when a tornado landed in his general area this summer, and I felt like a total mama bear that desperately wanted to know if he was okay. I know in my gut I'd probably knock a bitch out if he was seriously hurt. I know, the absolute apex of irony. Who was the last person you called? Mom. Do you take pictures on your phone? Very rarely. My camera SUCKS. How old were you the first time you encountered God? Oh, brother. Have you ever hallucinated? In middle school when I was coming off of a medication, I saw moving shadows. Do you struggle to get by? I'm not the one who cares for myself financially; I still live "under" my mother, but oh yeah, we struggle alright. Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion? ggggggggggggggggggIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL looking at him forces me into ovulation lmao y'all done know who it is. Do you use Snapchat? No. Do you know anyone who’s colorblind? Jason's brother was colorblind to I believe red and green. I know it was two colors. What is your favorite time of day to run? Run???????????????? If I run, bitch you best be running too. What’s a show you remember the very first episode of? Meerkat Manor and That '70s Show are quite clear. I'm sure there are others, I just don't care to think too long about this. Do you hate sleeping in? If I need it, not really, but generally, I don't want to sleep past ~10:30. How late do you consider too late to sleep in? 12:00. What is something of yours that is falling apart? Ha ha ha, the very first thing that came to mind was our poor shed door. Hurricanes have legit torn most of the white paint off of it to where it hangs in strips. It looks so bad; I've told my mom so many times to just tear them off, but she thinks it would look worse that way. When was the last time you saw your crush? February. Sobs loudly. When was your due date, and when were you born? I was due January 20-something, but was born on February 5th, but only because my mom was induced. Do you want to have kids? NO. What website do you usually check first when you get online? KM, just to ensure it's not on fire.

[baelllamyblake]

Brainwashed by Love ( Bellamy Blake x reader )

Requested : me LOL

Warnings : Gore, abusive words?, curse words, angst, mentions of sex

Pairings : Bellamy x Reader

Word Count : 1,914

A/N: HOO BOY I can not wait for the writers’ block after this one. I basically just took the whole Alie taking over Raven sequence and replaced Raven with Y/N. Maybe a lil slow? I don’t know? At least it’s long lmao. I've seriously got a problem i have nothing else to do but write fanfics for bellamy help me pls

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FUCK ME UP WITH IT <3

You were emotionally vulnerable and heartbroken but you didn’t think taking the chip would change the course of your life forever. The vicious dispute about the grounder massace between your boyfriend Bellamy and you left you in painful tears, struggling to find a way to relieve the angry build up in your chest. It left Bellamy trying to fix his guilty conscience by crawling on top of another girl in bed.

“ Hey, Bellamy.. I wanted to apolo- “ you said sincerely, swiping open the tent flap. You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen like ice. Bellamy was naked, interlaced with a girl that wasn’t you. The girl squeaked quietly before rushing to scoop up her belonging and get the fuck out of the tent. The severity of the situation intensified as Bellamy cleared his throat and rose to his full height, staying silent and averting his gaze from yours.

Your chest tightened and your breathing became shallow and quick. Your heart was breaking before Bellamy in a matter of seconds. He desperately wanted to embrace you and apologize profusely but knew that you would shove him away instantly. Tears streamed from your eyes and refused to stop falling. “ I didn’t think you could sink any lower, Bellamy but you always manage to surprise me. “ you choked out, stifling a cry before turning on your heel and storming out. Bellamy slapped the sides of his head, cursing himself for pushing away the only person that genuinely cared for him.

You briskly walked to the Ark and demanded Jaha give you whatever he was feeding to his ever-growing cult. He was hesitant to place the blue chip in your hand. “ We need Y/N. Once she takes the chip, the others will follow. “ Alie said, observing your heaving chest and puffy, red eyes. Jaha nodded in agreement and placed the chip in your hand. You glupped it down, the pain fading away instantaneously and a smile curling on your face.

“ Time to get to work, Y/N. “ Alie spoke, an empty smile on her digital face. You nodded in agreement, tears ceasing to fall instantly. You couldn’t even remember why you took the chip, but you knew everything was okay in the City of Light.

The heartache was gone, the pain ceased to exist, and you no longer cried yourself to sleep every night that Bellamy never returned from the tent. The false comfort of the City of Light put your heart to ease and every bad memory ceased to exist. Word spread around camp that you took the chip and Bellamy began to fall apart at the seams. Bellamy couldn’t believe he drove you to take the chip, he lost you completely.

While Bellamy was breaking down little by little every day, you were playing pawn for Alie. You hacked into mainframe after mainframe, looking for Alie 2.0. You thought nothing of it, you were willing to do anything for the City of Light. It wasn’t until retrieving the chip maker that Jasper who was accompanying you made you realize that was something was missing. You couldn’t even recall anything of Bellamy: his face, his voice, and none of the memories shared between you.

You tried everything in your power to force Alie out of your brain. She was everywhere you were, she saw everything you saw, and she heard everything you heard. Alie managed to break your rebellious spirit by removing the mind blockade and every painful memory flooded in every crevice and crack of your mind. You shrieked in pain, sweat beading at your hairline, writhing from left to right in a hospital bed.

Abby struggled to help relieve the pain while Alie coaxed you into giving in, promising that all of your suffering will end.

The last thing you could remember was accepting Alie’s offer and the world faded to black. Jasper stood by your side until you awoke. You woke up quietly as if you were awaken by daylight. “ Woah, Y/N. Are you okay? Take it easy. “ Jasper shot up from his seat, pushing you down from your biceps. You noticed your forearms were bandages but you didn’t know what. Jasper watched you examine your wrists with concerned eyes.

“ I’m sorry for lashing out like that, Jasper. Thanks for helping me. “ you said casually, looking to Jasper with a smile on your face. Jasper narrowed his eyebrows slightly, put off the fact that you were begging to get Alie out of you. “ No problem, Y/N. I’m always here for you. “ Jasper said, returning a fake smile before injecting a reaper stick in your neck.

You woke up, taking in a large gasp of air. You were in the back of an idle vehicle, voices immediately stopped speaking once they heard you came too. “ You need to get out and identify your location, now. “ Alie said, sitting on the bench to your left. You hopped up with vigor, quickly unlatching the door and running out into the dark night. “ I can’t see anything! It’s nothing but forest! “ you yelled, furiously turning around yourself, Alie standing behind you with a tilted head. Clarke and Jasper scrambled to subdue you, holding you down and injecting you with another reaper stick dose.

Clarke and Jasper drove and dragged you into Niylah’s house, fastening your wrists to a bedframe to keep you from escaping. Bellamy watched from behind them, guilty that he made you turn out like this. Jasper decided to take first watch over you. You woke up with a groan, taking a look at your surroundings. “ Where am I? “ you asked, Jasper fiddling with a knick-knack on the table. “ Somewhere safe. “ Jasper answered with a sigh, not bothering to look at you. You started to fiddle with the fabric restraints.

“ Hey! Y/N, stop that! Clarke, get in here! “ Jasper yelled, panicking that you managed to dislocate your shoulder and rip open a wound. Clarke rushed in, eyes growing wide at the sight of you. “ Alie! If you let Y/N, you’ll never get Alie 2.0. “ Clarke yelled, grabbing the attention of you and Alie. Clarke held in her fingers the superior version of Alie. You instantly complied and stopped resisting, allowing Clarke to pop your shoulder back in its place and to bandage your wrist again.

“ Thanks, Clarke. I wonder about something. Do you ever see faces of those you’ve killed? You know, like Wells, Finn, Jake Griffin, and Lexa?, “ you asked in a cheerful yet devious tone. Clarke did her best to brush off what you had said. “ I just wanted to say that I think those deaths were completely your fault. “ you said bluntly, Clarke furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “ Shut the hell up, Alie, “ Clarke demanded firmly, you bit her on the wrist and drew blood. “ Fuck you, Alie! I can’t wait to get you out of Y/N. We’re going to fry you, bitch! “ Clarke yelled furiously, Bellamy rushed in to restrain her and drag her out. “ They’re going to use an EMP. Nice job, Y/N. Keep working at them. “ Alie said, deep in thought before disappearing from your vision.

Bellamy and Jasper stepped in to cover Clarke’s shift. They stepped warily around you, anxious of what you had to say next. They both sat at the same table, keeping their gaze strictly on you. Bellamy kept his eyes fixed on your face, the blood running down your face contrasted brightly against your (S/C) skin. Bellamy felt guilty yet again for doing this to you.

“ Hey, Jasper. How does it feel to live in the shadow of your best friend? How does it feel to be the burden of the group? How does it feel to have to be constantly saved by your friends? “ You asked quizzically, tilting your head. Jasper grew uncomfortable, teeth grinding and foot tapping against the dirt floor. Bellamy noticed your manipulative game and sent Jasper out to spare him from you. You bore your eyes in Bellamy who was looking off in a different direction, deep in thought.

“ Hey, Bellamy, doesn’t it annoy you that you didn’t the credit you deserve for killing everyone in Mount Weather?, “ you asked with crooked intention. Bellamy didn’t even acknowledge what you said, much less your presence. “ I mean, it’s quiet a shame really. The deaths are on your head as well. Too bad you’re not a natural born leader like Clarke is. She’s back one day and you’re already following her around like a lost puppy dog, maybe you like her more than me. Maybe you want to fuck her as well. It doesn’t matter anyway because you’ve already asserted your authority by massacring 300 grounders who just wanted to help out. “ you said flatly, eyes burning with a secret rage. You wanted to break Bellamy further than he already is. Bellamy clenched his jaw and fist silently, trying his hardest not to lash out at you. He knew that you weren’t yourself, you would never say anything like that.

Niylah barged in, screaming, crying and cursing in your face, saying that everything was your fault. Bellamy shoved her out, worried because you knew where you were currently being hid. “ You’re fucked. “ you said with a devilish smile, letting out a laugh. Bellamy shook his head and left, demanding everyone find a way to get Alie out of you.

Everyone scurried to create an EMP device, leaving to gather parts. They rushed into your room in the middle of you trying to commit suicide, proposed by Alie. Jasper and Bellamy inhibit from you doing so while Sinclair set up the EMP device in front of you. “ No, please, Sinclair! I’ll get brain damage if you use that! “ you screamed, crying and resisting against Bellamy and Jasper. The group used it anyway, your body slumped and you were unconcious. Bellamy finally touched your face after time apart. Thank God, you were breathing.

Bellamy thought about what he was going to say once you woke up. Clarke extracted the chip from the nape of your neck with master skill. You woke up with a groan, fingers shooting up to the pain on the back of your neck. Everyone waited with bated breath, were you going to feel pain or was the effort rendered useless? “ Ouch, this hurts. “ you said, wincing as you ran your fingers along the stitches. The group let out a big sigh and a couple cheers. Bellamy held your hand tightly and you looked up to him with a sweet smile on your face.

“ Thanks, sweetheart. I’m sorry for what I said to you. “ you said, bringing his hand to your face to peck a small, weak kiss. Bellamy breathed a small chuckle, moving the hair off your forehead. “ I’m so sorry for what I did to you, Y/N. You wouldn’t have been in this position if I wasn’t such a stupid idiot. “ Bellamy apologized, pouring his heart into his words. You accepted his apology with a sweet smile before pulling at his clothes so he would hop into bed with you. You fell asleep soundly in his arms, Bellamy kissed the top of your head and pulled you in close. 

He fell asleep for the first time in weeks.

[roman-reigns-princess]

Pain and Pleasure (Reader x Roman Reigns smutfic)

Part 1 of 2

Part 2 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

This takes place right after Fastlane 2017. It’s literally just smut for the sake of smut because I’m a thirsty bitch.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW(obviously), Dom!Reigns, Daddy kink to the max, (slight?) pain kink, choking, kinda lengthy (and there’s a second part too lmao), ends kinda abruptly(I’m tired and it literally continues right where it left off in part 2).

Word count: 3347

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written anything let alone smut, so like don’t judge me too harshly 😅 but please do leave constructive feedback!!!

You screamed, jumping up and down as you hugged Bayley, tears of joy trying to escape as a replay of Roman spearing and pinning Strowman played in the background. Of course Roman had already told you what the script dictated, but just seeing all his hard work and sacrifices finally pay off, and knowing that he was the first person to ever pin the Monster Amongst Men made your chest swell with pride. Hurriedly thanking the girls for staying with you through his match, you made your way as quickly as possible to the gorilla to wait for Roman to finish meeting the fans.

He finally came through looking a little tired, but his face lit up when he saw you. You rushed to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said, pulling away a little to give him a small kiss.

“Worth the wait wasn’t it,” he grinned down at you. An arm still wrapped around each other you guys made your way back to his locker room, occasionally being stopped by people congratulating Roman. Finally back in the room you slipped off your heels, groaning, while Roman, his back turned to you, fumbled with the straps on his vest. “A little help, babe?”

You chuckled, walking over to help him get the vest off before he got rid of his black undershirt. You bit your lip as you ran your hands across his bare back, lightly dragging your nails, making him shiver. You pushed him towards the couch, forcing him to sit down before straddling his lap, and kissing him hard. He moaned softly into the kiss as you began to grind your hips against him, your hands sliding up into his damp hair.

“Yknow, everyone online’s going crazy over your shoes,” you mumbled against his lips, gently tugging his hair.

“Really?” He moaned in reply, only half paying attention to your words as his hands pushed your dress up to your waist. Before he could go any further you were interrupted by a knock. He pulled away with a snarl, glaring at the door.

“Maybe they’ll go away,” you said, kissing your way down his neck to his bare shoulder. He groaned as you began to bite and suck on the spot, his hands squeezing your ass. A second series of knocks sounded, this time louder, making Roman swear under his breathe as he lifted you off him, and marched to the door. You stood to hurriedly adjusted your dress before he opened the door to reveal Mick standing there with a raised eyebrow.

“You two lovebirds do know that locker rooms aren’t sound proof right?” He greeted, making Roman cross his arms defensively as you blushed.

“What’s up, Foley?” Roman asked, trying not to sound exasperated.

“Just wanted to make sure you remembered you gotta go on RAW talk later, but, uh, you might wanna deal with your, um, problem first, and maybe try and cover up that little love bite,” replied Mick as he tried not to laugh, it was Roman’s turn to blush while you started giggling.

“Thanks for the reminder, Mick,” Roman said curtly as the older man walked away with a wave. Roman stormed back to you, glaring. “You think this is funny, babygirl?”

“A little, yeah,” you smirked up at him as he towered over you, making you wish you’d kept your heels on. You moved to kneel on the couch, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his pants to bring him closer.

“What’d you think you’re doing? You know I take forever to get ready and shit, this hair doesn’t wash itself,” he pointed out, grabbing your wrists when you went to unbuckle his belt.

“Well I figured since I caused your, what did Foley call it, problem? Yeah, I figured I’d help you take care of it,” you said, leaning forward to press your chest against his hard on. He let go of your wrists to grab your waist and pull you up; you stuck your bottom lip out, and mockingly glared at him, your arms winding around his neck. Even when you were standing on the couch, you were barely a couple inches taller than him.

“Aw, c'mon, don’t be like that, (Y/N),” he said, giving your bottom lip a teasing bite as a hand slid down to your ass before giving it a smack, making you squeal and press your body against him. He leaned in so that his mouth was next to your ear, his scruff tickling your face a little. “Daddy promises to play with you tonight if you be a good girl and go back to the hotel now.”

“Pinky promise?” You asked, pulling away to hold up your hand while trying, and failing, to keep a serious face. He laughed and hooked his finger on yours.

“Sure, pinky promise,” he replied, he lifted you off the couch with one arm to set you down on the ground. “Okay the longer you stay here, the less time I’ll have to get ready.”

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled half heartedly, slipping your heels back on, you grabbed your purse, giving him one final kiss before heading out. “You better not take too long.”

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Once you made it back to the room you decided to take a long, hot shower to kill time. After blow drying your hair you slipping on a pair of baby pink panties that had little bows on them, you knew Roman loved this pair specifically. You paused for a bit wondering whether or not to wear the matching bra, in the end you settled for wearing one of his several plain white shirts that dwarfed you.

You grabbed the tv remote and stretched out on the king sized bed. You messed around with the tv a bit until you managed to get RAW Talk on just in time to catch the last bit of Roman’s part. You managed to wait about five minutes after his segment before your patience ran out and you grabbed your phone off the nightstand to ask him how long he’d take.

You: Roooooooo, how long till you’re back ))):

You got a reply almost immediately.

❤️Daddy😈: I’m just getting something to eat, I’ll be back in about 25mins. Think you can wait that long, babygirl?

You let out a frustrated whine, flopping down onto the silky sheets. You felt a smile forming as an idea popped into your head. You pulled up the shirt enough that your panties were exposed, then slipped your hand under the waistband. You tapped the camera app, and made sure to angle the phone so that it captured your panties, your hand, as well as your hardened nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the shirt. You quickly sent the picture to him.

You: I don’t think I can wait that long, Daddy

❤️Daddy😈: You better not be playing with your pussy without my permission, Princess. You know Daddy doesn’t let naughty girls cum. You want Daddy to make you cum tonight, don’t you?

You: But Daddyyyyyy, 25 mins is a long time ))):

❤️Daddy😈: Fine, I’ll be there in 15.

You: Love you, Daddy 😘

Smirking triumphantly, you scrolled through Instagram to try and distract yourself while waiting for Roman. But that wasn’t helping because you feed was filled with pictures and videos of him. Setting your phone down again you tossed about, trying to find a cool spot on the bed to calm your body down as your mind wandered; you weren’t a patient person by any means when it came to sex.

An idea started to form in your head, technically he’d forbid you from basically using your fingers but he never said anything about other things. Chewing your lip, you looked around the room before your eyes landed on the pillows. You blushed, remembering how turned on you got when Roman once made you hump a pillow, as punishment, instead of fucking him while you sucked him off. It wasn’t the worst option, you thought to yourself, besides you could easily change your position so it looked like you were cuddling the pillow when he got back.

You grabbed a pillow, moving to straddle it, you back to the door. You slowly began to grind your hips against the soft fabric, wishing it was Roman instead, as you thought back to the last time you did this. Angry Roman never failed to turn you on. You became so preoccupied with your own thoughts that you’d failed to realize a few minutes later that Roman had walked in.

You shrieked when he wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you off the bed and pulling you against him, the pillow falling to the ground; your legs dangling in the air, you struggled a little before realizing it was Roman. His other hand was wrapped around your throat just tight enough so that you could still talk but you had to take shallow breaths. Gripping the arm holding you against him, you blinked up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible when you saw his eyes dark with anger and lust.

“Hey there, Daddy,” you said, biting your lip in an effort to stop yourself from smiling as you wiggled your ass against his growing erection covered only by his sweatpants, making his hand squeeze your throat. You tried not to moan as that turned you on even more.

“What did I tell you about playing with yourself, little girl?” He said, his voice low and rough, you sucked on your bottom lip trying to decide if you wanted to piss him off even more, he only called you “little girl” when he was mad.

Fuck it, you’d already gotten him this angry, why not fuel the fire.

“Technically you said I couldn’t play with my pussy, and technically I was playing with the pillow,” you said, giving him a taunting smirk. His chest rumbled against your back as he growled in response.

“You’ve been a very bratty little girl today, (Y/N). Demanding that I come back quickly, touching yourself when I didn’t give you permission to, talking back to me,” he scolded, sliding the arm around your waist down your body; you gasped for air as the weight of your body was now being held up by the hand around your throat. His hand between your clenched thighs, moved up till he reached your soaked panties. “You’re so fucking wet, all you want is to come, you don’t care about anything else do you?”

“Well it’s not my fault, you’re the one who took so long, Daddy,” you choked out, gripping his arm.

Setting you down, he turned you around to face him before pushing you back onto the bed with enough force that you bounced a little in the middle. Your back collided with the bed, knocking the breathe out of you; you loved being manhandled like that.

He prowled towards you, looking like a predator toying with its prey. You tried crawling away as you saw the promise of punishment in his eyes, but you ended up screeching and grabbing at the sheets as he gripped your ankle and jerked you back towards him.

“Are you suggesting I don’t satisfy you, babygirl?” He questioned in a dangerously low voice; a muscle in his jaw jumped, indicating his anger.

“N-no, Daddy, that’s not what I meant,” you gulped, your eyes wide as you tried to think of a way to talk yourself out of the hole you’d dug with your own words. “I didn’t mean to-”

You lost your train of thought when he pulled off his black tank, then his grey sweats; of course he wasn’t wearing any boxers or briefs. You licked your lips, your mouth practically watering as you admired his body from his muscled arms to his toned chest down to his massive length.

Roman joined you on the bed, looming over you as he forced himself between your legs, resting his forearms on either side of you. You ran your hands up his muscular body to his powerful shoulders to pull him down to you for a kiss.

You moaned against his lips as he began to grind his hips against yours; his teeth caught your bottom lip, gently nibbling it. You slid one hand down to stroke his cock, but Roman stopped you, pulling you hand away and pinning it to the bed. You broke the kiss to pout up at him, pushing his chest with your other hand, which resulted in it getting pinned down as well.

“Nah, you’ve been a bad girl today, you don’t get to play with Daddy,” he snarled. “You’re gonna lay here, shut that little mouth, and look cute while Daddy does whatever he wants to you.”

His words had you blushing, and biting your lip in anticipation. He let go of your hands to grab the shirt you wore, ripping it apart to get it off you. He smirked in appreciation as he saw your pink panties; he ran a finger along the waistband before letting it snap against your hip.

“Don’t think I’ll forgive your behaviour just because you look like a pretty little present for me to unwrap,” he said.

Roman dipped his head, his mouth going for your neck, he kissed his way to your sweet spot, sucking on it to mark you before he viciously bit down, making you whine loudly, and dig your nails into his shoulders.

“That’s what you get for being a such brat,” he said, licking the spot he’d marked before turning his attention to your chest. He swirled his tongue around one nipple before flicking over it, making you arch your back as you dragged your nails across his back; he moaned against your skin as you repeated the motion. You smirked when you saw his hips grinding against the sheets while he tried to focus on pleasuring you.

He kissed his way over to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment, the rough pad of his thumb replacing his tongue. You tangled your hands in his hair as you pushed your hips against him, it was your turn to desperately try to get some friction against you as you were grinding against his abdomen. You whined in frustration when he raised his head to look up at you.

“Such an impatient little Princess,” smirked Roman as he placed small bitey kisses on the soft flesh of your breast, specifically avoiding the part you wanted him to pay attention to.

“Well Princesses shouldn’t be kept waiting,” you huffed, sticking your tongue out at him. Quicker than you expected, Roman shot up to catch your tongue between his teeth. You blinked at him in surprise, trying to wiggle your tongue free. You gave up after a few moments and kissed him instead, he released your tongue to kiss back.

Once again he kissed his way down to you breasts as his unoccupied fingers lazily trailed their way down your body, slipping under the waistband. You let out a low moan as his finger circled your clit in slow torturous motions. Your toes curled in pleasure as he finally slipped a thick finger between you folds.

He began to slowly pump it in and out, making sure to barely brush against your g-spot each time. You tried to move your hips to get more stimulation but that only led to him biting down on you, making you squeal, and effectively stilling you.

He slipped a second finger in, and his thumb began to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cursed quietly as his fingers made a point to push up against you spot with each thrust, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

He quickened the pace, lightly biting the nipple he had in his mouth as he felt you clenching around his fingers. He pulled away from your chest and moved up so that his lips were pressed against your neck once again.

“Can you be a good girl and come for me?” He encouraged, pulling away a little, signaling that he was allowing you to finally move your hips against his fingers. “Daddy loves how pretty you look when you come.”

Your head fell back against the bed, eyes shut tight as your mouth was open in a silent moan. A few moments later he hummed in appreciation as you came on his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking against him, your first orgasm of the night leaving you breathless beneath him.

You untangled your fingers from his hair. The aftershock of your orgasm sending small spasms of pleasure between your legs. Roman pulled away, sitting up to clean off his fingers. You bit your lip as you watched his tongue lapping at his fingers.

He caught you watching and pulled his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene POP, smug look graced his face as he bent down to kiss you. His tongue found its way into mouth, making you groan as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You taste so fucking good, Princess,” he murmured against your lips. He grabbed your hips and moved you up the bed till your head was resting on the pillows before hooking his fingers on your panties and pulling them off. “Daddy wants a proper taste before he ravages this sweet little pussy.”

You whimpered at his words as he slid down between your legs so that they rested on his muscular shoulders, and his was head buried between your thighs. He kissed his way up the side, making you squirm whenever his scruff brushed against the hypersensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He snaked an arm across your hips to hold you down. Using two fingers to spread your lips, he gave your slit a long, lavish stroke with that wicked tongue of his. Your fingers found themselves buried in his hair again as you tried not to cry out. He repeated the motion, this time curling the tip of his tongue as it reached your clit. You could feel him smirking against you as you began to mutter profanities.

Roman finally dipped his tongue into you, extracting a whorish moan from you as he twisted and curled it in and out of you. You lightly tugged his hair, making him groan which sent delicious vibrations down his tongue and into you.

You shut your eyes as his tongue licked upwards, slowly circling your swollen nub before he gently bit down on it. He sucked on your clit for a while, purposefully brushing his beard against your core. You moaned, trying to move your hips against his face, but his arm wrapped around you held you firmly in place.

Roman plunged his tongue back into you, making you swear again as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. His tongue flicked just right against your spot. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and your grip on his hair tightened as you felt your second orgasm reaching its peak.

“Fuck fuckfuckfuck, Daddy, I’m so close! Please don’t stop,” you begged, tugging his hair roughly. He growled in response; the vibrations traveling from his mouth through your core triggered your second orgasm.

You cried out as your body shook with the force of your orgasm. Roman’s head was still buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping you up as if he was suffering from severe dehydration. You lay there panting, your body shivering with pleasure.

Roman, finally deciding he had had as much of you as he could, kissed his way back up so that his body was once again between your legs as he towered over you. You stared at the tattoo on his chest as you tried to calm your breathing.

(To be continued…)

[dreamlogic]

"I've met a few angels" Really? That's so neat! Would you elaborate on that? 🌱🎶

aaaahhhh lmao perhaps “met” is the wrong word. it’s more like “happened to be in the way while they were doing their jobs and caught a glimpse of them, then spent a week not sleeping about it.” angels are intimidating af. even my guardian angel, who’s kind of a punk, carries himself with an incredible amount of power and authority. they’re incredibly graceful– so graceful that it’s a bit eerie how smooth and confident their movements are. i’ve encountered five angels over the course of my life (that i know of) and i don’t think i could ever forget any of them. and bc you caught me in a chatty mood, i’ll ramble a little about them under the cut:

the first angels i met were watchkeepers over the house i grew up in. it was a dinky little trailer in a quiet, well-maintained little park populated mostly by retirees and the occasional meth cook. nothing remarkable in itself, but i’m pretty sure our trailer was situated over some sort of spiritual continental divide or a rift in spacetime or something. weird shit always went down there, and i never realized how much weird shit went down till i moved out. my mom (who is also v sensitive to the supernatural) and i used to joke that it was a “halfway house for wayward demons and lost ghosts.”one night, i was going for a walk around the neighborhood, and when i returned to my house i saw two enormous shadowy figures crouched at each end of the trailer: one east, one west. the way they were perched reminded me of the ark of the covenant. they weren’t humanoid, per se, just shapes of dark cobalt and gold that almost disappeared in the night, with giant gold-laced wings outstretched to cover the majority of the house. one carried a spear, and one a staff with a lantern on the end, and they were crossed in the middle. neither acknowledged my presence, and although i glimpsed them out of the corner of my eye and in dreams several times over the years there, neither ever showed any signs of movement. their presence was grave and heavy, but overall comforting because after they took up post on our roof, the nastier demons tended to stay outside and leave us alone for the most part.

then there’s my guardian angel, for lack of a better word. i nicknamed him marlboro, because during the summer i first met him, i kept finding marlboro cigarette butts under my windowsill, which he eventually confessed to leaving there. did he smoke them? eat them? harvest them just to confuse me? i dunno, but for a while i was convinced it was a peeping tom who was really bad at covering their tracks.voyeurism aside, i also mistook him for a demon the first time i met him. at the time, i was still living in the trailer, and was still near constantly plagued with supernatural bullshit. demons tend to flock in threes for strength (imo trying to mimic the holy trinity), and i had a triumvirate in my room wrecking havoc on my mental health. i usually don’t have anxiety, but they were giving me anxiety attacks that felt like i’d been sliced in half with a blade of PURE RAW FEAR. i was chilling in my room one afternoon trying to calm down from one of these anxiety attacks when i thought i saw a shimmering blade out of the corner of my eye, emerging from thin air like an invisible curtain covering it had been briefly blown aside. thinking it was the demon, i whipped out my fuckin holy water and incense and tried to FITE TF OUT OF IT, but it didn’t budge. instead, it started laughing, this beautiful, but incredibly stressful sound like being stuck inside a giant brass bell while it rang.“are you really trying to exorcise me?” a voice asked, and i felt a bit nauseous. “get the fuck out, demon,” i replied. the laughter got louder and the blade burst into flames, sending light dancing around the room. “bro, seriously? i’m your angel,” it said. “here, watch this.” the point of the blade cut into the floor, opening up a little slice of darkness, and the point hooked around some screaming, squirming thing that it pulled up from the floor. i recognized it instantly as the demon that had been fucking with me: this vile thing dripping rotting blood and green bile, parts one two and three being a rusty spike, a moldering cloth wrapping it up, and a ribbon covered in eyes tying the bundle together. clawed hands reached out from behind the curtain shielding me from the brightness of the flaming blade and unwrapped the demon piece by piece, shredding it while it shrieked and blubbered. then the hands lifted the sword, twisted the blade into the demon’s “heart” and cut it in two easy as cutting air.the laughter stopped, and i felt a gentle weight on my knees and shoulders, pushing me to the floor. “you’re welcome,” the laughing voice said. the sword had disappeared behind the curtain again, and i felt a soft presence slip across my eyes before vanishing. i was so overwhelmed and stressed out by the encounter i took a nap on the floor and woke up four hours later.since then, i’ve gotten to know marlboro better and he doesn’t scare me anymore. his is a welcome presence, soft and humorous (if obnoxiously sarcastic for an angel), but still fiercely intense and a little careless with that intensity. i think he forgets my puny human brain can’t fully conceptualize his existence and sometimes he’s so intense it’s almost smothering. for the most part, he keeps his distance unless i call on him. lately, he’s been hovering over my bed while i sleep to guard my dreams, but for the most part he does his own thing elsewhere and doesn’t pay me much attention. i’ve also gotten a more accurate picture of his physical appearance over the years, but i still have trouble articulating. the ‘curtain’ i first saw turned out to be a garment he wears to shield himself from sight, like an invisibility cloak made of dark matter or some shit. if i had to compare his form to anything, it would be a barn owl, but even that doesn’t do him justice at all. i can’t tell if he carries many flaming blades under his cloak, or if those are feathers, or what, but occasionally i’ll catch a glint of sharp things in the soft, heavy, star-laden darkness under the garment. he exudes a dense rust-grey smoke that obscures everything but his face, and i think it’s another layer of protection he offers me, but i’m not sure. it smells like a bizarre blend of incense, rancid meat, and river water.

unlike my wandering truant angel, my mom’s guardian angel never leaves her side. it stands behind her with a vice grip on her left shoulder, and its presence scares the shit out of my cats. she has to ask it to loosen its grip and back off a bit, otherwise her shoulder aches and she can’t sleep with its overbearing weight on her. i haven’t seen much of its physical appearance, and i really don’t want to. it’s enormous, and tbh kinda terrifying. it wears full-body armor, but i only know what its head/shoulders looks like bc it noticed i was watching it and vanished with a sound like a flock of pigeons taking flight. its helmet is a featureless visor of tarnished golden-y color with plates like a snake’s scutes that slope gently into broad, rounded shoulders. tbh it looked a little bit like these fuckers, the druids from voltron. when they first made an appearance i was like “noooooooo fuckinnn wayyyyyy” lmao art imitates life or w/e.

this last angel came to me when i was visiting a catholic shrine in the rocky mountains. i’d been considering buying a rosary there, but the lil gift shop was closed. i was musing on this in one of the prayer gardens when something abruptly called my attention between two spruce trees on the opposite end of the garden. i felt magnetically drawn to that spot, even though i had to hop two fences and a rock wall to get there. “there” was a statue of an angel dedicated to some long-dead benefactor of the shrine, and to my eyes it seemed to be coated in a layer of glistening, fuzzy white down, like some sort of fungus, or dew-coated wool. from the angel’s outstretched hand was dangling a rosary, which wasn’t exactly uncommon. “i can’t take this, someone left it here for a reason,” i thought to myself. the shrine was littered with trinkets and offerings and it felt wrong to disturb them, but a voice that sounded like wind through a bottle rose from the fluff coating the statue and asked me “why do you think i compelled her to leave it? it’s yours.” after some deliberation (but not much cause you don’t just disregard authoritative talking statues), i unlooped the rosary from the angel’s hand. the second i did, the white down scattered like this [video link, arachnophobia cw]. here’s a pic of the angel statue, but it doesn’t look nearly as awe-inspiring as it did when covered with angel dust, or whatever that was (i’m p sure it was angelic, but i’m not sure if it was a single entity or a flock/hivemind of little luminous beings). the rosary now lives in a bag with my tarot deck bc i’m an awful blasphemous christian.

[deanxreader-spn]

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (’Eight’ Part 5)

A/N: After a long long long break I’m back Thank you for the flooding messages about the ‘Eight’ Series, I can’t wait to finish it off even better than it started. Love you all and I’m incredibly sorry for the long ass wait.

THIS IS AN AU SERIES SO JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND PLEASE!!! This is part five

Characters; reader(Kyra), Liam, Hayden, malia, kira, lydia, scott, theo, alison, carter white, stiles, mason,

(told in mixed POV’s)

word count: 1,709

pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader(Kyra) Liam x hayden (reader)kyra x carter

Other Parts to the Series

part one  part two  part three  part four

Playlist

Listen to I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by Zayn Malik and Taylor Swif when reading this part. The link is on the playlist page, link is literally directly above this. I do not own the Lyrics nor the song. I also do not own any characters other than the new ones by names that are not involved in Teen Wolf, aka Kyra, Gavin etc.

How I picture Kyra in the gif below!! (after she dyes her hair lmao spoiler)

(LYDIA POV)

7 Days after Kyra left.

I didn’t know what it was that was off, but something was definitely not right. Like the universe shifted and now we were left slightly on an angle as we stood, basically doing that MJ dance move where he almost touches the floor but not really. But the scariest thing about it was as if no one else noticed but me. I sat in my room for six days, no contact with anyone, it was worse than when Jackson left, Kyra was my best friend, she was there with me when Alison died. I think that’s what made us closer, the simplicity of two girls mourning the untimely death of their friend. Ever since we were inseparable, sure we were close with Malia and the other Kira too but when it came to it hands down I would always choose Kyra over the other two, not to sound rude or anything. 

I laid in the same spot on my bed for three hours on the seventh day, sure the others continuously attempted to reach out to me but it wasn’t important, what mattered was I had no contact from Kyra which probably tore me apart the most. I vaguely had the memory of  screaming at the top of my lungs while Stiles held me back when Scott broke the news to us. “Where is she.”  I had wailed repeatedly, then cried in Stiles’ arms as everyone looked on, including a pissed off and or jealous Malia. I didn’t care though, my best friend had died and the only girl to relate to me, who soon became even closer to me than Alison ever was, had abandoned me too. Now I was almost alone, Malia could fuck off, I needed anything but her scorn. As I was laying in my cocoon of tangled sheets, blankets and pillows, I heard the front door opened, and I knew immediately it was not my parents, but in all honesty I wasn’t alarmed, how was I to freak out when I couldn’t fee, just an empty numbness. “Lydia we’re coming up.” That was Stiles voice, why was Stiles here? Who was we? What was going on? I so badly wanted to yell at them to leave, but when I tried no sound came out. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs should’ve caused me to get out of bed, but I didn’t move, I wouldn’t. I stared straight at the ceiling, not caring to glance at the group of people crowding my bed, I knew who was there without even looking, and I could guarantee Kyra wasn’t there. “Hey Lydia.” Kira’s voice broke through to me, I ached to leap up and into her arms but didn’t dare. Another voice this time, “You need to get up, you can’t do this it’s unhealthy and unneeded.” The way she said it was smug and condescending and created a snapping feeling within me, like I was a glowstick and the glowing chemicals were miking and creating something else that ripped through my body, who did she think she was? I sat up, pin straight, and turned to look directly at Hayden, the bitch who did NOT belong in this pack. I hated her with a seething rage, she did this. “You know what you need to do Hayden? You need to get out of our lives and cut the superior and smug tone...bitch” I sneered, making sure I murmured the last part, “Lyds don’t-” 

“No Stiles, don’t you dare ‘Lyds’ me. She has no right to be here, she’s not even dating anyone in the pack or friends with us, no one here turned her so why? Why is she here, give me one good reason why I should be all warm and fuzzy towards her. Oh, that’s right, you can’t give me a reason because they’re are none,” I cut him off, it felt so good to take my anger out on her. I turned towards Liam this time, “and if it weren’t for the snake you call ‘Hayden’ or ‘baby’ or whatever you call IT Kyra wouldn’t be GONE RIGHT NOW. SHE BROUGHT THEO TO SCOTTS HOUSE, SHE GOT THEO NEAR KYRA WHO HE BIT, OH AND SHE ALSO FUCKED THEO SO HAVE FUN WITH OUR ENEMIES SLOPPY SECONDS.” I began screaming, if you couldn’t exactly tell I wasn’t having the greatest period of my life. I felt the bed dip slightly and realized Stiles had sat down beside me, a dumbfounded look on his face. “Well she’s not wrong.” He muttered. I blew a stray piece of red hair out of my face that had fallen when I sat up but was too distracted to fix it and glared at Hayden, she looked shell shocked.

 “You slept with Theo?” Liam took a step back, his face showing clear disgust and betrayal. “How did you know that?” Stiles whispered to me, he looked confused, but when did Stiles not look confused. “I honestly just threw that one in to mix things up.” I murmured back, watching the scene unfold in front of me. “I-I......” She looked at me with hatred and confusion, basically saying ‘How the fuck did she know that?’ “Well you hit the nail right on the head.” He choked back a laugh, but covered it up with a cough. “UGH.” Hayden shrieked as she stormed out of the room and stomped down the stairs, we all waited in silence but the door slam never came. “Did she leave the door open?” Mason broke the silence several minutes with the question we were all secretly pondering about. I rolled my eyes and flung myself onto my back. “I wish Kyra was here.” I whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. 

(KYRA POV)

I was running, I had an idea as to where I was heading, but not completely. Yeah, I obviously knew the place-ish seeing as I had gotten on a plane going to Seattle, Washington. The hardest part of this was I had no one, well, not no one but someone I couldn’t say I knew well. Carter White, tall, brooding and handsome, the boy I’d grew up with that was two years older and constantly invited me out to stay with him. The boy I loathed up until summer before ninth grade due to his constant teasing, even if my mother had continuously scolded me about being ‘nice because he has a crush’. But I’ve never been able to do ‘Nice’ with Carter White. He was my safety net, the one thing I could use to help me in this situation, and conveniently he also was a wolf, he promised to pick me up at the airport an take me to his hometown, somewhere in between Seattle and Portland, the name was unmemorable. 

To: liam.dun2000@icloud.com

Cc:

Subject: Liar

Liam,

I read your email and I’m sorry I didn’t respond sooner. I agree with you, I hate me and you should too. I did not do this in ‘The heat of the moment’, I’ve wanted to leave for a while, and if you even did care you would know that. Theres more to this story than me running due to simple rejection or becoming a wolf, sure it added to tipping me over the edge but there’s so much more. I could lie and say your recent email planted a seed of doubt about my ‘heat of the moment run away’ but that’s all it would be, a lie. I wont be contacting you for a while, so I guess I could say don’t wait up.

Kyra.

As I hit send I glanced up from my phone, but there was still no sign of Carter. If I guessed correctly I had about five minutes before he was to notice me if he was in fact lingering around, enough time to sort out my thoughts and build up a few walls. 

“Kyra?” I spun around, mostly in shock, my judgement of timing was off, he appeared out of nowhere half a second after those thoughts floated through my mind. I didn’t immediately recognize him, he looked a few years older and incredibly attractive. Dark hair flipped out from under his baseball cap, he was all dark rugged lines and contours, beautiful but not beautiful enough to be called handsome, more so extremely hot. As I peered into his features I recognized Carter White, the same liquid black eyes that glinted with danger and seemed to suck you in as they bore into you, the chiseled jaw and the full pouty lips. “Carter.” I mustered a smile as his eyes took in my appearance, I felt like I was under a microscope and I so badly wanted to squirm. “Well, well, well. The little squid’s all grown up.” He smirked as picked up my bags. I gawked at his muscles bulging out of his black fitted v neck tee as he did so, “Don’t call me that Carter.” I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my eyes off of him, the task growing harder and harder by the second. “Sorry Angel.” He smirked. Angel. I liked that, especially from his mouth. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening. Just friends Kyra, remember that. “’Angel’?” I raised a brow as I tugged a corner of my lip up, a look I’d practiced for Liam many-a-time in the mirror for just under a year. I should’ve known I had more than friendly feelings for him a long time ago. I needed to forget Liam. “What else would I call a girl like you.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, could he get any cheesier. 

My phone made a dinging sound as we neared the exit doors and I paused, looking at the screen to see I had a new email from Liam. “Someone important?” I heard Carter ask, I glanced up and met his eyes boring into me, the black so enchanting and pulling me closer to him. I wanted him. FRIENDS. “No.” I murmured as I shut my phone off and tucked it into my back pocket, shoving the doors open. Deep down I realized it was the truth, Liam was no longer of importance if I wanted to get out all the way.

[gh0stiegirlie]

You have been a pro-hero for the past three years, and a damn good one too (although, you don’t think so). When you and Ground Zero are assigned on a stakeout case together to capture a member of the Dark Akumu, which is currently Musutafu’s most threatening Villian League, it changes the entire course of your career– and your life.

length: 2.6k words

<- pt. 3                                                       pt 5 (on hiatus tilli get inspo lmao)  ->

You’re aware of two things. One: you’re surrounded by a shiton of villains. Two: No matter how badly you want to, you can’t punch Nikushimi in his dumb face.

Nikushimi strolls around the clearing, unbothered. He knows you can’t fight him, and won’t even attempt to. Nikushimi’s quirk is a secret wellkept in the hero world, only known to those rare few who have encountered him. You can’t fight Musutafu’s biggest threat on your own, especially when you’re oblivious to his quirk. 

You stand defensively in front of Bakugou, internally begging for him to wake up. You’re in awe of all the villains surrounding you, knowing you don’t stand a chance on your own. Even with your power, thirty against one seems impossible. Especially while you’re trying to protect Bakugous body.

“You know, I was busy tonight. I had to take time out of my night to come deal with you pesky heroes-- I was getting ready for the attack this Friday, though I’m sure you already know that.” Nikushimi paces with hands neatly folded behind his back as he laments. “We’re now aware there’s a double agent in our mix, otherwise you wouldn’t have known about tonight. And we will weed them out so they can be severely punished, but we have more important work to do first.” Nikushimi stops dead in his tracks to point at you. “We’re going to use you and little Ground Zero over here as a message that we are not to be taken lightly. I mean, the Subarashī Hero agency thought we were only worth two kids! ” he laughs, before an eerie scowl replaces his playful smile. “Two heroes who are still in their diapers.” he spits, taking a step towards you. His arms shake with rage until he steps back and collects himself. “We’ll show them,” he spins around on his heel and flicks his wrists. “Take care of them.” 

That’s when thirty villains run to you at once, all coming to kill you.

You’ve been doing hero work for three years, but nothing in your career has prepared you for the moment you’d be fighting for your life. It feels like you’ve been thrown in a den with thirty starved lions, and you’re the first piece of meat they’ve seen in years. 

One villain charges at you quicker than any of the others, and you brace yourself for an impact. Instead, they launch themselves in front of you to block a blast you didn’t even see coming. When you go to help them up, you see who it is.

It’s pro-hero Kankaku, with the quirk of supersense. The C-List hero who Chief Chie sent to pose as a villain in the Dark Akumu.

“Kanakuku, our main priority needs to be protecting Ground Zero. He’s currently the most vulnerable, and these villains are going to take advantage of that. No matter what, we need to protect him.” you explain, already shooting toxic gasses from your palms at attacking villains.

 “We can take care of these guys, and protect Ground Zero. We got this.” he challenges you with a grin. You nod and step over Bakugous limp body, you and Kankaku using your bodies to create an impregnable barrier around Ground Zero.

“I’m going to try something, alright Kankaku? It’ll blind both the villains and me, so I’ll need you to be my eyes,” you explain, the fight already leaving you breathless.

“I got you, Ether,” he assures which a quick assuring glance over his shoulder.

You suck in a deep breath, inhaling as much air as possible. Air is made up of water vapor, which you’ve read is technically a gas. A gas that’s invisible until advection occurs. Advection is simply the process of transferring heat by the flow of a fluid, so if you manage to inhale enough water vapor, mix that with your spit and your body temperature manages to heat that mixture to a high enough degree, you may be able to create fog.

You puff out your cheeks to hold as much air as possible and allow the vapor a few moments to heat up.

You’ve thought about this before, but decided the idea was simply outrageous. You’re burdened with a quirk of death. You’re only capable of creating and controlling dangerous gasses. Toxins that end lives. Not fog, a gas that’s harmless and inconveniencing at it’s worst. But here you are now, actually taking Bakugou’s advice to stop thinking and just do shit. So you’re just doing this dumb shit, event hough it may not work. 

You shake your head and push all the doubtful thoughts deep in your mind. You swish around the air in your mouth a bit, before forming an O with your lips and blowing.

You force yourself to suppress an ecstatic grin when fog flows from your mouth. You spew the gas in all directions, covering the entire clearing. Using your quirk, you keep the foggy gas from evaporating. 

Kankaku chuckles in astonishment. “This is amazing! No wonder you’re in the top ten!” he compliments. “Okay, keep your back against mine. If I can feel you, I can differentiate your vibrations from the villains and tell you where they are,” he explains. You press your back against his, and immediately he bellows “Three on your left!”

You drown the villains in poisonous gas before they make it to you. “Close to you in front!” he then shouts, and you sucker-punch a villain right as he comes into view, a loud crunch indicating impact as he stumbles back into the darkness. “Left and right!” he warns. You outstretch your hands from your sides and shoot your poisonous gas at the two villains closing in on you. The two of you fall into a rythm of Kankaku barking commands, and you following each direction so every toxic blast is perfectly aimed. 

The waves of villains slows to a stop, but you and Kankaku remain back to back.

“Something isn’t right…” he mumbles, breaking away from you. 

The absence of his body against yours leaves you feeling exposed. “Hey, Kankaku, don’t move!” you order, but when you turn around he’s already gone. “Kankaku! Where are you?” you whisper, not wanting to draw the attention of any lingering villains. You kneel next to Bakugou’s body and place a hand on his stomach to keep yourself grounded. 

“We’ll be okay, Bakugou,” you whisper, more for yourself than him.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream rips through the air. You jump up, only for Kankaku’s body to run into you full force and knock you down. 

He continues screaming and writhes on top of you, so you push him off and pin him to the ground by his wrists.

“What’s wrong Kankaku?!” you ask urgently, searching his eyes for an answer. His glazed eyes are wide and terrified, like he’s seen a ghost. “Speak to me, please!”

He trembles beneath you, his mouth forming silent screams. You realize you won’t get anything out of him. You try to crawl off him, but your knee sinks into something. When you look down, you nearly vomit of the sight of your knee sinking into a gaping wound in Kankaku’s leg.

“Fuck!! What the hell!” you scurry off of him, his blood coating your knee and slowly dripping down your leg. “What happened?!” you question, but he just opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You bury your feet into the ground, ready to defend both of the boy’s bodies with your life. You keep your breathing even and your body loose, trying not to fall into shock like Kankaku. 

Without Kankaku, you’re blind in your own fog. You’re now at a severe disadvantage, but at least the two heroes are hidden and safe.

While you’re running through every escape route (and every way this can end terribly) in your head, your hand begins to sting. At first, you think nothing of it. You flap your hand around to shake the pain away. Then the stinging turns searing and begins to spread down your wrist, and you decide to give it some attention.

Something is burning a hole through your flesh. You shriek, once again shaking your hand to get whatever is digging into your hand off, but to no avail. Another drop appears from the fog and lands near your knuckle. You bring your hand close to your face to inspect the liquid. It looks like blood, except it slowly starts to burrow its way into your knuckle. You’re able to fling it off before it succeeds, but the other parts of your hand aren’t so lucky.

Great. A toxic blood quirk. 

You dodge the steady stream of poisonous blood and move closer to Kankaku in order to protect him from further injuries. You jump when he grabs your ankle.

“E-Ether… help me,” he quietly pleas, his voice raspy and unclear due to the blood gurgling in the back of his throat. You crouch next to his face and gently grab his chin, lifting it so he can see you. You put on a confident smile with soft, comforting eyes.

“Hey, hey, you’ll be okay. We’ll get out of this,” you assure him, though your doubts are slowly seeping to the forefront to your mind.

“I--I--” he stutters, blood seeping from his mouth. His teeth are stained red. Fuck fighting these villains, you need to call Chie and get Kankaku to a hospital. He weakly points to his leg, “hu-help.”

Your breath hitches at the sight of thick fingers curling around his ankle. Fingers that are connected to a hand, but a hand that isn’t attached to anything. This hand wrapping around Kankaku isn’t joined to an arm, let alone a body. You wearily reach to peel off the fingers, but the hand pulls Kankaku away from you.

“Ether!” he cries, arms flailing as he desperately reaches for you. You briefly hook the tips of his fingers around yours, but the hand rips him away. Helpless, you sit defeated next to Bakugou as Kankaku is dragged into the darkness, his screams piercing your ears.

Now is no time to grow discouraged, as the acid is burning holes through Ground Zeros uniform. You need to at least keep one hero safe. 

You sit and hug your knees to your chest, digging your head into your kneecaps. You need to think of something, and fast.

You slowly stand back up. You raise your arms and when you drop them, the fog falls away. Various unconscious villains are scattered across the ground, and in the distance, you watch the hand with Kankaku reconnect with a body. 

The body is wide and burly, with doubles of every limb. The hand jumps and attaches to the man’s wrist with a sickening ‘pop’, Kankaku still in its grasp. 

You start towards Kankaku but halt when you hear someone sneeze from behind Bakugou. You whip around as another villain appears from nowhere. He somehow snuck past you and popped into existence.

Here you are, at a crossroads. Your head flicks between Kankaku and Bakugou, and you take this moment to not think. You follow your heart, and you act.

You sigh, your eyes gliding over to Kankaku. 

“Kankaku, I’m sorry,” you whisper genuinely, though he can’t hear you. 

You turn and run to save Bakugou. As the villain begins to pull Bakugou away, you jump on top of the boys' unconscious body to keep him anchored to the ground.

Bakugou exhales an ‘oof’, and warily blinks his eyes.

“Finally,” you mutter as you get off of him to deal with the villain.

The villain has a hood covering her face, with the rest of her body enveloped in black. Even her silky, shoulder-length hair is jet black. Though the small amount of skin she exposes is pale, and when she raises her head her face is white as a sheet.

Or, white as a ghost.

This is the villain Youkai, the one you and Bakugou came here for.

Is this the 'ghost' who terrified Kankaku?

Her cracked lips crumble into a small as you attack her. You run in close for a punch, but your fist travels right through her. You turn to punch her again, but your efforts to make contact are fruitless, as every time she dodges by phasing out of her solid-state. Similar to a ghost, when Youkai phases you're able to see her, not touch. 

Then, like a ghost, she starts to disappear.

Youkai is having fun. To her, this is all a game. And you're just a toy she's playing with for her enjoyment. She knows you can’t win and is relishing in the thrill of beating a top ten hero. The two of you dance, Youkai disappearing, reappearing, and phasing in and out of existence as you spin and trip over your feet to try and fail to throw blasts of toxic gasses. Unbeknownst to you, with every step you near Bakugou's barely conscious body.

From the forest, you hear Nikushimi huff in annoyance. He leaves his hidden spot in the trees to boom, “Stop playing with her, Youkai. Grab the hero and let’s go. We already have one.”

Youkai grins at you. A grin of victory, a triumph she gained without you even realizing it. While you were distracted by your irrational thoughts of defeating her, fighting with her even though you didn't have a chance, she crept closer and closer to Bakugou. So now, as she sets his hand on Bakugous head, she grins before disappearing.

You try to push through the thoughts telling you you’re a failure and you've caused two casualties today. You despairingly search the ground for any signs of Bakugou. After a few seconds you collapse to the ground, feeling completely lost. Now that Bakugou’s gone, you feel empty.

That’s why when you hear the sound of an explosion followed shortly by “you bastard!”, your face lights up. Whoever knew you would consider the sound of Bakugou’s yelling music to your ears? 

Bakugou and Youkai reappear in thin air, as a blast from Bakugou sends both of them rolling across the ground. By the time you make it over to Bakugou, he’s stopped circling and is sprawled out on his back. 

“Are you okay?” you pant, your eyes frantically scanning his body of minor scratches and bruises for any serious injuries.

“No, I’m fine,” he coughs. You didn’t even notice your hand resting on his chest until he place’s his rough atop yours. With the other hand, he points a shaky finger at Youkai. “Get off me you bastard and capture… Him…" he instructs, but by the time he forms the words, Youkai is invisible. Stupid ghost quirk.

“I hope you don’t mind that we called the police department for you. We wouldn’t want them to miss this.” Nikushimi gestures to the chaos in the clearing, knowing you and Bakugou will carry the weight of this complete and utter shitshow for the rest of your careers.  He grimaces. “Whatever this is.”

He perks up at the sound of police sirens coming from the other end of the forest. “Aw, that's too bad! I was having fun, but I think it’s time for us to leave.” Youkai and the villain with the detachable limb quirk, along with another villain you haven’t seen all run to Nikushimi. The detachable limb villain's four hands hold Kankaku tightly in their clutches, close to his chest. “Oh, no need to worry about dear old Kankaku here. We’ll take good care of him.” Nikushimi gingery pats Kankaku’s head. “But thank your police for providing him to us, we're eternally grateful," Nikushimi mockingly taps his heart. "Although, he will be punished for his double crossing in due time. After we make use of him, that is. Goodbye, Ground Zero and Ether. We hope we weren’t too much trouble.”

With that, Youkai performs her disappearing act one more time, and villains are gone.

Right as they fade into the forest, Chief Chie emerges into the clearing. She enters with a smile that fades as she processes the nuclear battleground in front of her. Hiroizumu, the head of your hero agency, follows close behind. You unconsciously hold tight onto Bakugou’s hand, fearful of their reaction to this absolute mess.

“What. Happened.” Chief Chie glowers, her eyes burning holes into yours.

You and Bakugou exchange a frightened look, and gulp.

You’re in deep shit.