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krxideprnz-archive · 4 years ago

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Idk if my message went through cause my internet sucked, but since he doesn’t have a technical age....

Can I request a sub Mahito x dom reader smut.

He would be such a brat and I live for it.

I just wanna peg his pretty ass into oblivion and just wreck him.

I wanna watch him cry and scream as I deny his orgasim a few times and have him beg.

I wanna break him and watch his pretty face turn red.

Since I’m kinky asf, he would totally have a praise kink and be really into roleplay.

Also I have a mommy kink so yeah...

As to how this all occurs, it’s up to you! And sorry if you got this request from me more than once, once again my internet was pretty crap

Oh my god I really hope this is alright because I just absolutely despise Mahito 😔😔 but I tried to push these feelings away somehow.

I hope you enjoy this hun 🥰

Sub! Mahito x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - master and servant talk/orgasm denial/mommy kink/pegging

A cup of coffee was placed next to you on the table by Mahito, who was currently staying at your place.

Since the the two of you started dating, he insisted on staying at your place, and who were you to say no to that pout of his?

But the time with him turned out to be better than you expected it to be, and he was surprisingly thankful for his new living space.

“Well aren’t you a nice little servant?” you spoke, jokingly, as you placed a little bit of sugar in your beverage.

You could see Mahito pause his movement before clearing his throat.

“Servant?” He giggled, trying to cover up the rush of excitement that filled his body at your words.

You watched him closely, surely something had happened that got him all excited, and you were sure you knew what it was, ready to use it fully to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me you like it when I call you that?” You smirked, turning in your chair to face him completely.

He swallowed hard before shrugging his shoulders, still an attempt to show that he wasn’t affected.

“I was just surprised”

“Okay, then I order you to leave. Your master has to work now” you winked at him, working to slowly get him to admit he was turned on, even though it was painfully obvious.

Mahito still stood where he was as he spoke; “come on. You know I get turned on when you call me that”

“How am I supposed to tell? You said you were just surprised” you stated, crossing your legs and still looking at him with a exaggerated oblivious look. He sighed, a small pout forming on his face. It was clear that he was becoming impatient, so he decided to finally voice his thoughts;

„Please Master... call me Servant once more“ he finally slipped into his role, bright eyes staring back at you as a small grin graced his features. He pushed all your buttons just right, so you stood up and gestured for him to follow you into the bedroom.

You could practically feel the excitement radiating from his body as he entered your shared bedroom. He stood by the bed, waiting for your next oder like the obedient servant he was.

„Get on the bed, now“ you spoke, watching as he lowered his body onto the matress, expectantly staring up at you.

You began to undress him, relieving him of every arcticle of clothing covering his pale skin. Your fingers traced over the marks covering his body, touching every sensitive spot you know he liked.

He was sighing in content, feeling your digits on his body and your face hovering dangerously close over his, breath fanning over his parted lips.

„Touch me more“ he spoke, Mahito was craving for your touch, desperate to feel your skin on his, but he completely forgot the place he was in. A slap to his thigh was the thing that snapped him out of his daze.

„What was that for, (Y/N)?“

„Know your place. You don’t tell me what to do here. And thats Master for you“ you ordered.

His breath hitched in his throat when he watched you get up and move away from the bed. At first he was scared that you would leave him here since he disobeyed, but soon, you came back with a very familiar item placed in your hand.

He gazed at the strap on in your hand as you walked towards the bed again, hips swaying with each step you took. You also began to undress yourself, exposing more and more of your body to Mahito, who was watching every single movement like a hawk, admiring your soft curves and features.

You threw the fabric to the side and stepped into the strap to secure it around you.

„Look at you getting all excited, I havent even done anything yet.”

You could see his cock begin to harden. You got in the bed next to him, laying on the bed, he still had to do some preparation.

„Well. Serve me first. Suck“ you gestured to the toy.

„Hey come on. Im not gonna-“

„You wanna get fucked or not? You’ll have to be a good boy if you want to“ you spoke, and he hesitantly crawled further down to take the toy into his mouth.

The dildo was covered with his spit as he sucked on it further, his tongue licking over the shaft.

„Prepare it real good, honey, so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours thoroughly.“

His breath got caught in his throat and he gagged when you began to fuck up into his mouth.

Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he looked up at you, generous as you are, you let him take a short break to speak.

„Im ready!f-fuck please...“ his dick was dripping precum on the sheets, forming a small wet spot on the soft sheets. You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about your answer, even though you already made up your mind.

„Okay Servant. But one more condition. Ride on this cock like the needy little thing you are“

A faint blush coated his cheeks but he still complied, positioning himself over the dildo before looking at you confirmation. When he saw you nod, he lovered himself onto the toy, taking him slowly until you completely bottomed out.

„Hngh-ah!“ at first he felt nothing but pain, he felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer girth of the dildo, but at the same time he felt unbelievably good, shaking on top of you while youre grinning up at him.

„M-Master--“

„I want you to call me Mommy, can you do that for me?“ you cooed and thrusted up into him. His head fell to the side with a breathy moan as the pain he felt slowly contorted into pure pleasure.

„fuck..Mommy!“

„Yes, let everyone know whos making you feel this good“

He started to bounce up and down on the strap, grabbing onto your shoulders for support.His nails dug into your skin, creating small crescent marks on your skin from the pressure.

Every time the toy reentered him, a loud pleasured moan escaped his throat at the intense sensation. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

„Ah! My legs...“ he sighed when he started to feel a growing pain in his legs from all the harsh moving they had to support. You let out an exagerrated sigh, before turning the both of you around, so Mahito was underneath you, hair fanned out over the pillow, blush coating his cheeks and eyes glossed over. He looked ethereal.

His lips parted with every desperate sound he made, head falling back into the pillow as you set an even pace to pound into his walls. His hole was clenching around the toy, seemingly pulling it even further in.

His mouth fell open in a silent scream as the toy started to kiss his prostate, touching the sensitive spot with each following thrust.

„s-shit! Mommy! G-Ah!“ his eyes closed tightly as he felt his incoming orgasm, the familiar sensation in his body started to grow, threatening to push him over the edge any second now. And you could definetly tell from the way his moans got louder and louder- and his breathing staggered.

The only words that left his mouth were „Mommy“ or „more!“ and mumbled incoherent phrases.

You grabbed his dick tightly, denying his orgasm- and Mahito started to wiggle in your grasp. „Why- just- ngh!“ he cursed as he glared up at you, mad at the feeling of his orgasm dying down.

„You couldnt even fuck yourself until you came on this dick before your legs gave out, its pathetic“ he let out a small whine as he looked away to the side, seemingly emberassed by your statement.

He was about to talk back when you started to move again, tight hold on his erection never loosening. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with your fast movements, pounding inside of his tight ass with fevor.

Mahito felt your thumb touch his leaking tip, rubbing the precum over his sensitive head.

„Can I cum now-ngh..“ he blinked away his tears when your tight grip on him still didnt falter. His head thrashed around as yet another orgasm was denied from him. His cock was now painfully throbbing and your pace only fastened, dragging along his walls and hitting his prostate in the most pleasuring way possible.

„Okay okay... god youre so impatient.“ you rolled your eyes and hesitantly let go of his erection, building him up to another fast approaching high.

It only took him a few more thrusts to feel the familiar feeling slowly build up again.

Your mouth lowered to play with his nipples, wich pushed him over the edge when he felt the sensation of your tongue over his sensitive buds.

He came with multiple high pitched moans of your name, body trembling in bliss as you continued to fuck him through his high.

„Thank you Mommy- I need more of you-!!“ he was still craving for your attention-, the intense feeling of your harsh thrusts.

Tears were building in his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Who were you to deny your little Servant?

#jujutsu kaisen smut #dom!reader #mahito x reader #mahito smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years ago

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embrasse moi

request: from nonnie! “please can you do a super competitive fred and reader story and idk do with that what u will I trust your judgement”

pairing: fred x french!slytherin!reader

word count: 1.7k

A/N: i am ~feelin~ this request rn. i know quidditch wasn’t a thing during the triwizard tournament when faux moody was teaching just humor me. didn’t realize how much i need a french speaking fred until i wrote this 😩 also i definitely do not speak french and i've used google translate so i apologize in advance if any phrases are wrong LOL. i'll put the what the translations are supposed to be underneath the paragraphs they appear in and @ the bottom with an asterisk *

warning(s): a curse word (oops sry); ~steam~

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“Slytherin wins!”

Fred watched as you threw your beater’s bat into the air while you did backflips on your broomstick in front of all of your teammates. He huffed dramatically; he normally didn’t fancy losing a match to Slytherin, but you showing off was just rubbing salt into the wound.

“Don’t think on it, mate,” George told his twin. He looked absolutely bloody exhausted. Ever since Slytherin had replaced their beaters who had graduated the year before, their team was unstoppable. You sort of stunned the entire school when you arrived at tryouts and crushed it, making the students question why in the bloody hell you hadn’t ever tried out for Quidditch in the first place.

As the Gryffindor team walked sluggishly back toward the changing rooms, the vile Slytherin team captain did not hold back from overly-complimenting his team, therefore firing shots in the Gryffindors’ direction.

“Never seen a more brilliant beater before,”

Fred rolled his eyes noticeably. As your teammates patted you on the back, Fred just scoffed loudly, hoping to grab your attention. When he saw that he had, he turned to George and Harry and said, “She wasn’t that brilliant.” George just shut his eyes and shook his head, sick of Fred’s constant complaining.

“Aw -- vous vous sentez mal, Fred? Ne sois pas si mauvais perdant.”

↳ “Are you feeling bad, Fred? Don’t be such a sore loser.”

You earned yourself another eye roll for that one.

“Speak bloody English, would you woman?” he said angrily.

You pursed your lips dramatically in his direction. If he hadn’t been so pissed off, he would’ve noticed how his heart rate had seemed to increase at the fluttering of your eyelashes as you winked at him. Except he’d always been too focused trying to one-up you to notice such things. “Better luck next time, Weasley.”

It wasn’t just Quidditch. It was everything. Charms, incantations, exploding snap games, hexes -- even things Fred absolutely loathed doing, like stupid readings in Divination. It had all started back in your first year, when you were able to kick off the ground first in your flying lesson; you were a Muggleborn and had no idea how to fly. This annoyed Fred to no end, because he’d been flying since he could walk! And ever since, you two fell into this intense competitive streak, not giving into one another. George sure was over it though. Had been for a long time.

He gently tugged on Fred’s robes to lead him back toward the Gryffindor changing rooms, but it was a lost cause. Fred was already ripping off his uniforms due to pure anguish. George sucked in a deep breath before leaving his brother on the pitch. “Bloody hell, here we go again.”

-- -

The next day, Fred was struggling to get through classes due to his lack of sleep from the night prior, and it didn’t help when he was partnered up with you in Defense Against the Dark Arts in Moody’s attempt to separate him and George. Begrudgingly, his feet carried him over toward your desk where you stood, arms crossed and smirk bright. George on the other hand looked particularly jovial to be very far away from the two of you.

“Professor?”

Moody growled. “Not now, Weasley. Time to practice nonverbal hexes with your partner. No complaints.”

Fred huffed a bit and turned toward you. You cocked your head to the side, “What’s the matter? Scared you won’t be able to out hex me?” You narrowed your eyes at him and deepened your grin.

Fred scoffed. “I can out hex you in my sleep.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, “Pauvre, gentil garçon. Tellement naïf.”

↳ “Poor, sweet boy. So naive.”

He didn’t even bloody care what you’d said, he was just so ready for this lesson to be over. He positioned himself a few feet away from you and stood in a rather dramatic, annoyed stance, waiting for you to just do your worst, already.

Your eyes seemed to darken with concentration. Fred was hoping that the slight smirk he painted on his face would be enough to distract you, but he was unfortunately proven wrong. Suddenly his knees were reversed and he began to falter on his own two feet. You and a few others surrounding you both, including his own twin, fell into laughter.

“Walk much, Weasley?”

His eyes turned to slits as he reversed the hex back, ignoring the crimson colour flooding his cheeks and the laughs still bouncing around the room. You still wiggled your eyebrows at him as he took his own position, pointing his wand toward you. He really needed to bloody concentrate, but the sing-song sound of your voice as you rattled off phrases in your native tongue sent him spiraling. He focused his thoughts solely on the one word: Titillando. He might’ve been distracted, but still managed to hex you.

Your laughter grew due to the tickling that took you over. You fell to your knees and giggled like a little school girl, grabbing at your arms and legs and back as the tickling sensation only heightened. Fred waltzed over to you, confidence exuding him, and lifted his eyebrows at you. He grinned evilly. “Got you.”

Somehow he found himself centimeters from you. He slowly lifted his wand and reversed the hex, and you were now completely out of breath, staring up at him with beady eyes. He took your hand in a tight grip and pulled you to your feet. He could feel your breath on his neck. “Sanglant brillant,” you managed to say in a breathless whisper.

↳ “Bloody brilliant.”

He certainly didn’t need you to translate that one. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and breathed, “Glad you think so.”

Shit. You didn’t realize you’d said it aloud, and you hadn’t managed to realize how close he was to you. You pushed on his chest and walked out of his way, fixing your tie and cardigan before sighing deeply to rid yourself of your flustered feelings. You cleared your throat and said, “Again.”

Cheekiness overtook his expression. “Looking for me to out jinx you again, are we?”

“Just do it, Fred.”

“Why can’t you just finally admit that I’m better than you? Put this whole thing to rest --?”

You cut him off. “Tu n'es pas! You stupid boy --” you wandered toward the entrance of the classroom; you needed some air, he was driving you up a wall. You stepped into the empty corridor. “Don’t let this foolishness go to your head. I’ve always been better, I always will be better.”

↳ “You are not!”

Fred laughed. “You’re out of your mind, what on earth --”

“It’s obvious!” you cried, throwing your arms up into the air. You inched forward toward him, and you were able to see the veins in his neck protruding just a bit; you were clearly getting to him. The tips of his ears were bright underneath that red hair of his. “Just admit it to me, Weasley. You can’t handle a girl being better at you -- better at hexes, better at lessons, better at Quidditch. Better at everything.” You stood on the tips of your toes in an attempt copy his stance. “And it’s driving you bloody mad, isn’t it?”

Fred sucked in a very deep breath and clenched his jaw tightly to suppress his anger.

Still, you prodded. “Isn’t it?”

Fred just wanted you to shut up already. So in a moment of fury, he growled and immediately pushed you against the wall and pressed his lips to yours in an attempt to silence you. He felt your shock against him as he parted your lips with his tongue, willing himself to not be distracted by the faint taste of your cherry lip balm. When he was sure you’d be silent, he slowly pulled away from you and let the shock roam through him too.

There was fire in your eyes. You blinked slowly a few times and eyed him up and down, as if trying to make sense of your own thoughts. Fred was sure you were about to deck him for being a right git until you lifted your hand and yanked on his tie and whispered, “Encore. Embrasse moi encore.”

↳ “Again. Kiss me again.”

He didn’t need a translator for that, either. He watched you lick your lips before he pressed himself into you again. You both met one another’s hunger with an intensity you couldn’t quite understand, but Fred reckoned this was probably the underlying reason for all of the competition between you two. How could he have possibly missed it all these years?

The idea of heading back inside the classroom for the lesson completely slipped from his mind when you grabbed two fistfuls of his hair in your hands and pressed your chest hard into his. By the muffled sigh you emitted against his mouth, he was sure he was driving you mad, and he was hellbent on getting you to be the first one to break with a moan.

But a low, unamused grunt ripped you apart from one another -- Fred was shocked that something had managed to break the ferocity between you both. You bit down on your bottom lip as you both turned to be face to face with a very disturbed and annoyed looking Mad-Eye, and George cracking up right behind him. You quickly swatted Fred’s hand away from your exposed hipbones, but he was pretty sure Moody had noticed anyway.

“Back inside,” your professor growled simply to both of you. In a lower voice, Mad-Eye continued, “I’ve got to be barking mad -- I did not sign up for this..” George winked at his brother and mouthed something that slightly resembled a Knew it, I bloody knew it, before making his way back into the classroom.

Fred turned back toward you and glanced down at your red and swollen lips. “Ready for me to out hex you again?” he asked with a glint of cheekiness in his voice.

“In your dreams, Fred,” you replied, narrowing your eyes and swatting him across the chest in your usual irritated tone. He was about to drag you back into the classroom but you yanked on his tie once more. The sultriness in your voice that dripped from your mouth made him not want to focus on the lesson at all; he’d rather think about many, many other things instead. “First -- embrasse moi, you prat.”

↳ “Kiss me,”

“Mmm,” he replied hungrily, licking his own lips in anticipation of getting you alone later. But he could get you riled once more, right? In more ways than one? He absolutely adored the completely startled and impressed look in your eye when he replied to you in French, “Bien sûr mon amour.”

↳ “Of course, my love.”

* vous vous sentez mal, Fred? Ne sois pas si mauvais perdant. - Are you feeling bad, Fred? Don’t be such a sore loser.

* Pauvre, gentil garçon. Tellement naïf - Poor, sweet boy. So naive.

* Sanglant brillant. - Bloody brilliant.

* Tu n'es pas! - You are not!

* Encore. Embrasse moi encore. - Again. Kiss me again.

* Bien sûr mon amour. - Of course, my love.

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frenchbreads-writing · 4 years ago

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Enji’s Gratitiude {Endeavor | Enji Todoroki}

Anonymous: Hi, I was wondering if you'd be fine with doing an Endeavor x Male Reader where the reader is already engaged to Enji, but not many people know? Shouto is cool with him and greets him when he comes to be a guest teacher/sub for Class 1-A. I'm bad at explaining lol.

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry that it’s been over an entire MONTH since I last posted. I’ve been struggling finding motivation to write and with my classes starting online I have less free time which sucks ass.

So here’s one of my requests I feel like I deviated from the original idea?? Idk but anyways

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Endeavor x Male reader

Words: 2.1k (2,112 )

Warning(s): None

Requests: 3/5 slots

(Y/H/N)= Your hero name

Masterlist

Rules

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Ever since the incident at Camino, it was normal to see a different teacher during All Mights Foundational Hero Studies class. But the class never had the same substitute twice.

Mostly because the teachers were active pro heroes that had to do their jobs.

You were one of these substitutes today.

You were walking down the hallway to the teachers’ lounge after kissing Enji goodbye at the gate said man has been working late for a while now it was.. concerning, to say the least.

You were thinking of ways to help Enji when you spotted Shouto walking to class.

You rushed over to him and slung your arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, kiddo!”

He stiffened before relaxing when he realized it was you.

“Hello, (Y/N) good morning.”

You rolled your eyes ‘Always so serious’

“How’s life been treating you lately?”

You hugged him closer to you as you pulled him along the hallway.

“I’ve needed help with homework lately and my b-friend Midoriya has been helping me.”

A splash of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“So I guess other than that it’s been fine. How about you?”

You noticed his slip up but didn’t comment on it. He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.

“It’s been fine but your father has been hounding me about being ‘more professional’ in his agency.”

“I don’t want to act all buddy-buddy with some stuck up interns.”

You sighed.

“But I guess it’s still kind of my job.”

You saw the teachers’ lounge coming up ahead so you pulled away from Shouto.

“This is my stop you should get going to class.”

Shouto nodded as he waved goodbye.

Walking through the door you were immediately wrapped up in cloth.

“You’re late.”

You looked up to meet a pair of tired eyes staring back at you.

“Sorry about that Shouta, I got held up on the way here.”

He sighed as he unraveled the cloth and handed you a folder.

“Here’s your lesson plan and I also assume you memorized the student roster?”

You nodded and grabbed the folder but couldn’t take it from his grasp.

“Dude I can’t study the lesson if you don’t give it to me.”

“I forgot to mention something.”

You looked at him expectantly.

“The bell rings in 5 minutes.”

You paused processing what he said.

“W-what?!”

“If you run you could probably make it in time.”

you cursed and immediately bolted out of the room.

Present Mic leaned over to Aizawa.

“Wait, class doesn’t start for another 20 minutes.”

A grin spread on Aizawa’s face.

“I know.”

You had just made it to the door when you felt your phone vibrate. Pulling it out revealed that you received a message from Enji telling you to pick up some stuff from the market before heading home. But what caught your eye was the time.

15 minutes left until the bell.

You groaned and bumped your head on the door. You had to meet the students anyway and you were already there so you might as well do it now.

Stepping into the room all of the talking ceased and the students’ eyes were on you.

“Hello, I’m (Y/H/N) I’m going to be your Foundational Hero Studies substitute for this week. If any of you have any questions for me don’t hesitate to ask I won’t bite… Much.”

Several students shouted their questions at once.

“Woah! Calm down you guys one at a time please!”

But it seemed that your plea fell on deaf ears.

Iida jumped from his seat to the front of the class arms up frantically chopping the air.

“Everyone settle down the teacher is trying to gain your attention!”

That did the trick now they’re back to looking at you.

“Thank you, Iida.”

He nodded and went back to his seat.

“Now you can ask me a few questions but please raise your hands first and I’ll choose one of you.”

The class was quiet for a moment before several hands were raised.

You pointed towards the blonde with a black lightning bolt printed in his hair.

“Where are you from?”

“Tokyo, it’s really nice there.”

A girl with pink skin and horns jumped up.

“What do you like to do for a hobby?”

“I like to cook, spicy pork dumplings are my favorite.”

Shouto raised his hand, what could he possibly want to know?

You pointed to him.

“Can you make cold soba for dinner tonight?”

You hummed.

“You got it, oh and also, your dad asked me to pick up some stuff from the store on the way home do you want to come?”

He nodded.

The rest of the class was in confused silence.

“Wait, are you.. dating his dad?!”

Kaminari yelled.

“No actually, he’s my husband.”

The class erupted into shouting.

“How long have you and Todoroki’s dad been married!?”

You thought for a moment.

“Our 1 year anniversary was about a month ago.”

Everyone looked at Shouto and he nodded.

And once again the class began shouting.

You sighed, this was going to be a long week.

You groaned as you pushed the front door to your home closed it with your foot, slipping off your shoes at the door and walking into the kitchen placing the groceries on the counter.

You went into your room and slipped off your hero suit replacing it with comfortable baggy clothes.

Shouto had changed his mind about going shopping to stay after school with Midoriya so you had gone shopping alone. He promised to be there by the time dinner was ready and nighttime patrol was more troublesome than usual.

“I can handle dinner.”

Hearing Fuyumi’s voice caused you to turn and face her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded

“Dad’s in his office.”

You thanked her and walked past her.

Knocking on the office door you waited until you heard a gruff “Come in.” Before quietly sliding the door open.

You were met with Enji slumped over his desk writing away on what must be reports from his hero agency.

You simply watched him from the doorway before walking up behind him and wrapping your arms gently around his neck placing a soft kiss on the base of his skull.

He stopped his writing to sigh and lean into your touch.

Enji pulled away to spin his chair around.

Now that you were able to see his face he had dark circles beginning to form underneath his eyes. He had always worked hard but now that All Might has officially retired and he is now the number 1 hero he’s been pushing himself even harder so he can fill the space All Might left.

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing the scar that marked the left side of his face. He leaned into your hand placing his hands your waist gently pulling you onto his lap.

Leaning forward you pressed soft kisses on his scar slowly moving lower kissing the corner of his mouth before pressing a deep gentle kiss on his lips.

Enji sighed through his nose as he pulled you closer.

You pulled away from the kiss and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“You should take a break, Fuyumi and I will make dinner and Shouto will be here in a while.”

You were about to stand up when he pulled you closer burying his face into your chest breaths uneven and hands shaky.

“Just, a few more moments.. please?”

You didn’t answer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tight.

He may have been a brave, strong hero. But even he needed comfort.

You hugged him until his breathing came out slow and even and his hold around your waist loosened.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

He looked up at you and you met his gaze.

You smiled and patted his cheek.

“I’m always here if you need me, now.”

You pulled away from him.

“I need to help Fuyumi with dinner. Go rest I’ll come get you when we’re done.”

Enji watched your form retreated through the door and sighed.

He stood up and made his way to yours and his shared room and laid down sinking into the soft mattress.

His gaze drifted to a framed picture resting on the nightstand.

You had smirked with your middle finger up while Enji simply glared at the camera.

That was the first real picture you had taken together that wasn’t an awkward angled photo taken by the paparazzi.

‘I don’t deserve him.’

He thought to himself.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

You had just finished dinner when you decided to check on Enji.

He was out like a light on the bed.

You smiled and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

You ran your fingers through his hair massaging as you went.

You wished he didn’t push himself so hard but he was a stubborn man but then again you were just as stubborn when you’re passionate about something you care about.

And right now, you just want to help Enji as much as you could.

You stared as his features before gently shaking him awake.

He groaned and peeled his eyes open.

“Dinner’s ready, Shouto and Fuyumi are waiting for us at the table.”

He nodded and moved to stand up.

The two of you made your way to the dining table Where Shouto and Fuyumi were quietly chatting and sat down.

You immediately joined them in conversation while Enji quietly began eating.

Having dinner alone with his children always lead to silence and a tense atmosphere but with you there, you bridged the gap between them allowing them to connect. Even just a little.

No one mentioned it but they were all grateful.

You were the reason their relationship has been improving slowly but surely.

The only one who has been reluctant to repair the relationship had been Natsuo.

But you made it clear that he didn’t have to forgive his father if he didn’t want to. You merely encouraged him to be civil and recognize the change Enji had gone through.

And when he inevitably started crying from frustration and anger. You held him even when he began sobbing out loud saying how much he hated him.

You simply told him that’s fine and it’s his choice to do what he wanted.

Since then you and Natsuo talked over the phone sometimes and when he visits he sits near you or his siblings.

It seemed that you were a missing piece in the Todoroki family.

Dinner went smoothly, Enji even had a few decent moments with Shouto and Fuyumi before conversation died down and dinner was finished and everyone cleaned up and went to their rooms.

Enji slipped out of his shirt as soon as the door closed while you plopped down in the middle of the bed.

You held out your arms beckoning him.

He quietly slid into the bed lying on his stomach and placing his head on your chest.

The two of you sat in silence with nothing but the sound of breathing and your heartbeat in Enji’s ear.

“Thank you.”

You simply smiled and asked:

“For what?”

He thought for a moment.

“For being here and helping me even though I don’t deserve it.”

Enji turned his head to face you.

“You make me want to be a better person I had made such a terrible mistake and I wouldn’t blame you if you had decided to turn the other way. But you stayed and you push me to become a better person every day. And for that I’m grateful.”

You were at a loss for words.

The most emotionally vulnerable he’s been was when he confessed his deeds to you.

But right now he was being so earnest and looking at you with so much love in his eyes, It was a bit overwhelming.

You felt tears prickle in your eyes but you wiped them and hugged Enji closer to your chest.

You were glad to have made a positive change in his life.

“I’ll always be here for you.”

You laid your head back and felt Enji resume placing his head on your chest.

The two of you laid there basking in each others’ warmth.

It was when you were on the verge of unconsciousness when you heard Enji speak.

“I love you so much.”

It was just a whisper obviously not meant to be heard by you. But it melted your heart nonetheless.

“I love you too, Enji.”

The two of you fell asleep, content, and at peace, knowing the two of you meant the world to each other.

#frenchbread's writing #enji todoroki #todoroki enji #enji x male reader #todoroki enji x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #endeavor x male reader #endeavor x reader #enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki enji x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #FBW Enji’s Gratitude

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kojinnie · 4 years ago

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Hello, I hope youvare doing fine !

It's for the Twisted Match-up ! My worst personality traits are : being too judgemental, run away from problems and insecure (idk if the second one can be considered a personality trait). My fav, character would be Hanji 😁

-🌱

Tags: a break-up fic, mild angst, modern!au

Summary: Reader left Hange with a farewell note, and in the reader’s absence, Hange finally confesses how they truly feel about you.

A/N: Thank you for the req, sweetie! Hange is perhaps my #1 character in the whole AOT and I always tried to refrain from writing about them as I fear I may not do my love justice. But for you, I tried and hope you’ll enjoy it~

- They/them for Hange's pronoun.

“I should’ve known,” Hange Zoe muttered to themselves. There was no contempt nor sadness in their voice, just a plain acknowledgment.

The seat that you sat on earlier was now empty after you left abruptly, leaving enough space for all Hange’s unanswered questions of what caused your departure. The diner where you left Hange alone had suddenly became packed since lunchtime had started, and in that commotion of people coming in and out, Hange realized that they had understood since long time ago why you would eventually leave, they just didn’t want to acknowledge it sooner.

For better or worse, the two of you shared a lot in common and one of those is the ability to trick oneself into thinking that everything was alright, until it’s not.

Hange left for a business trip the past week, and the last time the two of you met, there was an obvious spite in you. It started with messages left unreplied and calls that Hange missed from you, as they were preparing for a big project. You knew already that Hange was the type to immerse themselves in their work. There was a fire you could never put out and that was Hange’s devotion for their work. But for once you wanted to be prioritized and Hange missed every chance to do so.

Hange had the capability to trivialize feelings as if it is secondary to almost everything, and they thought if they were to return to you after the trip, with their big smile and their ramblings about all the amazing things they saw while away, you would cave in and share their excitement all the same.

“I should’ve known,” Hange mumbled on their own again, staring at your drink that was left untouched by you, “you were never on board.”

You had left the leather notebook that Hange gave you on your last birthday wide open on the diner table. Within, you had written all the things you wished you could say to them that you never had the courage for.

Dear Hange— you wrote. Hange sighed as a realization suddenly grew inside them, while looking at the words that you had written in blotted inks. Hange was only a line into your letter, upon realizing that they never knew how your handwriting looked like until now. The way certain alphabets twisted in a way Hange had never seen before – how many months had passed since the two of you had been together? And yet it never passed Hange’s mind how your words would look like written, nor did it ever bother them for not knowing.

Hange put your letter down and reached out to the other side of the table to sip your untouched drink for a while. They needed time to process your departure.

Hange knew that you had been crying while writing the letter. Evident by the blots in the ink and the crumpled edge. It’s odd because rather than feeling upset, Hange felt a sense of achievement for picking up the details, which sparked an uncanny inner struggle within them, “Could it be…” Hange mumbled to themselves, “that I don’t care?”

For the longest time, Hange had taken pride in being perceptive and observant – at least that’s what Levi and Erwin often call them,and maybe the compliment started to get into Hange’s head, as much as they would not like to think of their vanity. Yet the ironies persisted; that Hange would pick up small, irrelevant details but would be oblivious to something so obviously displayed in front of their eyes: how unhappy you were.

I couldn’t say this to you directly, because I know you have such power on me, to make me sit and smile and pretend that everything’s okay. To make me laugh and praise as you talk and talk about how exciting the things you do with Erwin and Levi.

“Oh…” realization continued to hit as Hange reminisced the way your face lit up whenever they shared to you all about their works and achievement. Hange thought you were genuinely rejoicing their achievement and took it as yours as well, but then Hange realized moments too late that you weren’t.

Has it ever occured to you that I also want to be celebrated and it’s not always had to be about what you and your accomplished peers have achieved?

Hange leaned back to the booth cushion, gazing aimlessly at people rushing their meal, for lunchtime was going to be over soon. Hange remembered that one evening, you were hungry and Hange took you to this diner, where the two of you sat at this very booth. You didn’t touch your food, you were sighing repeatedly and moved about in your seat. Hange knew how an agitated person looked like.

“Something wrong?”

You shrugged off, sighing heavily, “My end-year review is coming up soon,” There was an obvious worry in the way you spoke, “I don’t think I’m gonna get promoted.”

Hange remembered that they sat there in silence for a while, before stuffing their mouth with roasted ham they ordered, “Urgh, that sucks. But don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll do fine—oh anyway, did you check today’s headline?” And with no hesitation Hange dropped the topic you were about to pour out that night.

Hange started to realize the problem.

I needed your reassurance but you were too.. out there.. with your experiments, researches and business trips to even realize.

When I go out with you and your friends, and all of you were laughing for things I didn’t understand�� I often wonder whether you were laughing with me, or at me.

Hange realized that it wasn’t fair, for the two of you equally. They realized that they should’ve involved you more and not just used you as an outlet to pour their stories excitements at times. Hange felt guilt creeping within them, but quickly muttered in defense: “How am I supposed to know? You never told me.”

“You’re so quick to judge,” Hange said again, almost whispering, to the empty seat in front of them, with their fingers tracing the lines of your writing, “Is that how you thought of us all along?”

“What do you need reassurance for anyway?” Hange’s wondering was quick to turn into annoyance, “I don’t read minds.”

I’m not as good as you, you wrote. The ink almost faded out beyond recognition, you must had cried the worse when you got to this part, Hange thought.

Never will be as good as you. Or Levi. Or Erwin. I know I should be proud of you – but why all I ever felt was envy and jealousy?

Weren’t you supposed to be my solace, Hange?

“You should’ve told me…” Hange finally resolved, dragging their gaze to the afternoon view through the diner window. Bustling city felt so hollow without you. You were supposed to have a lunch with Hange, first time after they returned from the business trip. Hange had so much to talk about, things they pent up throughout the trip because Hange couldn’t wait to share it to you. To see the smile looming on your face, something so beautiful for Hange – one that they didn’t encounter often in their suffocating, busy life.

Hange thought, maybe you were quick to judge because you had been hurt by every type of people that had ever came into your life. Maybe to assume the worst from people had given you aid from being disappointed by people you love. Hange tried to understand, but without you knowing, for Hange, no validation or praise from anybody had encouraged them more than yours. You were the only validation Hange sought after. And to realize that maybe you never meant all those had finally started to hurt Hange, as much as they tried to shrug it off.

“You shouldn’t have left,” Hange regretted going to the loo, or not coming to their sense faster to realize that you were hurting. Maybe you wouldn’t have space and time to slip away and to only leave this notebook behind. Yet Hange also cursed your fear of confrontation, leaving everything to your worst assumption, “then maybe we could talk this out.”

“Unless you never wanted to, to begin with.” Hange cursed themselves for not better at reading between the lines of your words. Maybe that was why your hands were no longer warm to their touch, nor was your kiss as long and deep as they used to. Maybe deep inside, despite your smile and your nods, your heart was no longer home.

I wish you could see who am I really and not as a figment of your imagination, you wrote, with sides of the page crumpled from the tears you had left upon writing it.

The line struck a final understanding for Hanji, as they muttered in regret, “I won’t,” deep inside really wishing that you were there in front of them, “because you always see less of yourself and that’s never who you are.”

“You’re more than all of your self-pity.” Hange reiterated, finally closing the notebook where you had poured all your heart into, “you’re more than all that.”

And Hange wished you would have known.

Honestly I feel like there's a void in the ending. Like something's misplaced. Sorry if it feels weird, I'm still tryna recover from chapter 138 😭💔

#hanji x reader #hange x reader #hanji zoë #hange zoë #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #🌱 anon #requested #kojins twisted match-up

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melody-of-lost-souls · 3 years ago

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Hey, How are you? I hope you're fine 🥰

Btw, after reading Boruto's last chapter, all I had to say was, "Wow, I didn't expect that."

I mean, in the previous chapter, Kawaki said to Boruto that he would help Boruto get rid of Momoshiki.

That doesn't seem to involve killing Boruto, because when he says he'll help get rid of Momoshiki, doesn't that imply he'll try to save Boruto's life from Momoshiki? So... what do you think?

Is it wrong for Kawaki to kill Boruto? And do you think Naruto will hate Kawaki? After all, Naruto saw Kawaki kill Boruto with his own eyes.

Hey!

Well I never know what to expect from Boruto manga and Ikemoto/Kishi writing at least for this manga. So i dont know how to predict things because as how first started, say...SS and NH couples being canon, anything can happen.

Kawaki's resolution I think it can be similar to Sasuke's about doing whatever they can to stop Boruto even if that means killing him, in some aspects K and S are similar since they want to protect Naruto at all costs.

As I say, i never know what to expect from Boruto manga, because you can have anything, and they could go OOC as fuck or stay in character. For example as Naruto (didnt) reacted to Kurama's death, that was OOC, nonetheless Sakura and HInata and Sarada non-pressence is in character because they are irrelevant.

It would be absolutely TOTALLY OOC for Naruto to hate kawaki just because he wanted to kill Boruto, and I will be so so pissed. Because we are talkng about the boy who forgave and understood Obito, the man who brutally killed a lot of people in war and his parents, Zabuza and Haku, the boy who killed Sasuke, Gaara, Itachi, even Orochimaru and i could go on.. And he will hate kawaki? If Kawaki does it, it will be not because of yolo, he is not a selfish or a villain boy. Give us a break. I could even see Sasuke going a bit feral or reacting if Kawaki hurts Boruto, cause the blonde is his (symbolic)son but for Naruto it would be so so so shitty if he chooses a side.

Of course, he could stop them but choosing a side...What a shit manga that would be.

I dont think, and I EXPECT, he wont hate kawaki bc of that decision. I wonder what Sasuke reaction could be.

And, it is good and bad killing Boruto bc of that curse with Momoshiki. Because, if they do so...this goes totally stray the message Naruto Shippuden gave us about not giving up the people we love, but the fact is that Boruto is not the most precious person for Naruto; sadly he is the result of a loveless and forced marriage. I know a lot of people "hate" Naruto because he is " a bad father" what good father he could be? I mean his dream has always been being hokage, not a father. There are just 2 hokages who had family and one of them got distanced of his son (3rd, Hiruzen with Asuma)

But anyway, Kawaki still has not that intense bond as Naruto had with Sasuke, or Sasuke had with Itachi, when killing meant a total different meaning. If he does it in order to protect Naruto and the village, and there is no other option i think is "okay" lets say.

Now if under those reasons, there are others as idk jealousy? Well that would be interesting and then it would be wrong for kawaki killing Boruto. But this manga is not that deep so i wont expect those far fetched plot twists.

Concluding, the reality is that, in my opinion, this manga still doesn't know what direction to take and they dont know how to handle some situations or how to get through the time skip. They dont know what to do with some characters, and the villains, this fake and inferiorbad-copy- of akatsuki, those Kara guys, suck as villains and do not have any impact.

My point is, i dont know what to expect of this manga since they all butchered our charaters so much, and at the same time they made them stay in character at some point.

#kawaki #boruto #sns naruto

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halpertstuna · 4 years ago

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motorbikes and mazes - jj maybank

request:

A/N: thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you meant, enjoy <3

and i’ve already said this before but PLEASE, don’t hesitate to send me requests, questions, messages whatever you want. i would love to make friends and mutuals on this platform plus i love feedback and would really like to hear your opinions(:

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summary: motorcycle accidents aren’t that rare, you just never thought you’d get into one, especially not with your boyfriend.

pairing: jj x reader

word count: 2,426

warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of injuries (nothing too graphic), a bath(? idk if that’s a warning lmao i’m sorry), angst, fluff, platonic John B., Pope, Kie and Sarah.

oh and probably typos cause i suck😎 and i’m too lazy to go over this again 😔🕶🤏🏻

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(gif credit: @ptersparkers )

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The sense of mortality.

When riding a motorcycle you truly are aware of your mortality, your life is in your hands and if you act carelessly, it could be over.

JJ was fully aware of that, which was why each time you were sat on the back of his motorbike, gripping tightly onto his torso, he was extra careful.

He knew motorcycles scared you quite a bit, ever since you were a child your mum told you how dangerous they were, and as a result you were mildly intimidated by them.

You trusted JJ more than anything in the world and you knew he would never put you at risk, he cared far too much.

And as true as that is, some things are just out of his hands.

It was mid December, the wind outside howled, causing the tree near your bedroom window to rapidly tap the glass.

You laid in bed, drawing, as you awaited a text from your boyfriend, JJ, telling you he was outside.

Like every thursday, the pogues made plans to meet at the chateau for movie night. It was your turn to pick a movie and you were thrilled, you wanted to watch the maze runner series again, so you saw this was a great opportunity.

Just as you were adding final touches to the sunflower you drew, the screen of your phone lit up and with the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of JJ’s contact name.

You swiftly got off the bed and slid into your beat up vans. You made your way down the stairs and slung your, more accurately JJ’s, jacket over your shoulders, slipping your arms through the sleeves as you shut the door behind you. You skipped down the porch steps, approaching your favorite blond boy, whose hair was rumpled from both his helmet and the wind.

You ran your hand through his golden locks, gently tugging, as your lips met the warm skin of his exposed neck, greeting him with intimacy. He smiled at your antics, kissing your temple sloppily, then handed you your helmet and put his back on.

As soon as you placed it on top of your head, you hoped onto the pillion seat and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his build back. You placed a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, missing the grin he gave you.

He turned the key in the ignition, starting the bike and the two of you rode off.

The wind whispered through your hair when all of the sudden you felt droplets of rain fall onto the exposed skin of the nape of your neck.

Neither of you thought too much of it, as you were already half way there and it was just a couple of drops. But not long after, the rain got violent, and the road got slippery.

JJ knew it was dangerous to ride a motorbike in such weather conditions and so he searched for a place with shelter, in which you could wait until the rain came to a halt.

“Hold tight” he shouted and you obeyed, tightening your grip and holding onto dear life. “JJ we have to stop it’s getting dangerous” you affirmed, voice laced with fear. “I know, I’m looking for a place where we can wait out the storm” he explained.

The pouring rain was bucketing down harshly and the drops covered JJ’s visor almost completely, blocking his sight.

As a result he didn’t see the puddle you were heading straight to.

Lifting up your head, you peeped over JJ’s shoulder, noticing the puddle.

“JJ! LOOK OUT!” You alarmed him, but before either of you could process anything, he lost control over the bike.

The wheels slid, you reluctantly took a wild left turn, losing balance and hitting a tree, causing the bike to flip over to the side.

JJ lunched forward, slamming his ribs onto the twist-grip, then hitting the ground, his shoulder breaking his fall, delivering all of his weight to it causing him to whimper in pain.

You on the other hand, weren’t so fortunate.

You spent your entire life frightened by mishaps like this one, certain that if you were ever to be in a vehicle accident, nevertheless a motorcycle, the only thing you would be able to focus on would be the pain.

But to your surprise, it wasn’t.

To be honest you couldn’t focus on anything, because the second you tried moving, you felt a dull pain wash over you, and your eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed 800 tons.

The pain traveled through your body, and you could feel it in your bones, it completely drained you of any power you had left from the adrenaline. You blinked slowly and heavily.

JJ rushed to you and placed your head on his lap, taking off your helmet and brushing the strands of your disheveled hair out of your face. He noticed there was blood on your forehead, caused by a tree branch after your visor was torn off. It made him absolutely hysterical.

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, all you wanted to do in that moment was sleep. He immediately called 911, waiting for an ambulance as he brushed your hair ever so lightly, terrified of hurting you more than he already had.

The sight of your delicate, weak figure shattered his heart, he kept telling himself this could have been prevented. If only he listened to you, if only he had accepted back then that motorcycles are dangerous. You looked so fragile, vulnerable, and worst of all, in pain. He couldn’t stand the thought of him being the reason.

He noticed you started closing your eyes for longer periods of time and it caused him to freak out even more, if possible. “Y/N?” You tried responding but the tiredness just wouldn’t let you. “Hey! Don’t close your eyes- don’t you dare close your fucking eyes!” He seethed, furious at himself for putting you in this situation.

The last thing you remember was the faint sound of sirens and a sharp pain in your arm, then your vision went black.

The next thing you knew you were on a small, lumpy bed, you shifted uncomfortably, the smell of cleaners enveloped you and you were woken up by the sound of someone shutting a door, audible sounds of chatter came from the other side of the wall. The bright recessed light coming from the ceiling blinded you and you squinted your eyes, feeling an indistinct ache in your head.

You felt giddy and let out a frustrated groan farrowing your eyebrows causing a sharp pain above them. You hissed in pain, then touched your forehead, where you felt a thread, figuring out they stitched up a deep wound.

You casually moved your hand to scratch the odd itch on your elbow, but your fingertips were met with solid plaster instead of soft skin.

You looked down at your right arm and noticed it was in a cast, and your ankle swathed in a bandage, which got stuck under the engine, fracturing it when the bike flipped over.

“Well that’s just fucking great” you muttered under your breath sighing in exasperation.

“Shit! JJ!” you squealed, panicking as you scanned the room. You were so distracted by your pain that for a second you forgot he was there with you.

Five seconds barely passed by and the door was swang open revealing a worried JJ.

You sat up, relief washing over you as he rushed towards your bed and cradled your head tenderly in his arms, squeezing you ever so slightly, as if you were made of china and he was scared that if he added any more pressure, you’d break.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice mellow, calming you down.

“Well, my head kinda hurts and i feel a bit nauseous but pretty numb overall” he stroked your hair as you spoke. “It’s because of the medication” a doctor chimed in as she entered the room “you’re on quite a lot of pain killers”.

“Oh, well, thank you so much for helping us” you trailed off, “but we really should get going”, not wanting to stay there any longer than you had to since hospitals gave you the creeps.

“Actually, I’d prefer you stay here overnight for supervision, both of you” mentioned the doctor before leaving you and JJ alone in the room.

“Well, you heard the lady, guess we’re sleeping here tonight” JJ noted plopping down on a chair beside your hospital cot. “Na-uh” you scoffed, struggling to get off the bed “there is no way in hell i’m spending the night in a hospital”.

JJ gave you a concerned look “but the doctor ordered-“ “no no no, she recommended, see the difference?” you cut him off, motioning with your hand that you need help standing up.

JJ felt so bad he didn’t even argue, and you knew he would be able to take care of you if anything happened during the night.

The two of you started walking, well, he walked, you limped, clutching onto his bicep for support, as you searched for the exit for what felt like forever, all of the corridors looked the same and you were worn out.

“Dang, I just wanted to watch the maze runner, not be in it” you whined and he chuckled at your despair filled tone.

Eventually you found your way out, recognising the VW you’d grown to love so much, parked in front of you. The doors opened and four frames of what you made out to be your friends came running straight towards you and JJ, clasping you in their arms, careful not to hurt either of you.

“What are you guys doing here??” You asked, giggling at the intense feeling of your heart swell.

“I’m JJ’s emergency contact. The second we got a call from the hospital saying you two got in a motorcycle accident, we rushed here” John B. explained, “We were really worried” Sarah added as you made your way towards the van.

“I’m just glad you two are okay” Kie admitted helping JJ lift you into the van. “Yeah, both of you got really lucky” Pope pointed out, “I’m surprised the doctor didn’t ask you to stay overnight”

“Oh she did, I just really didn’t want to” you confirmed, eating the piece of chocolate Sarah handed you knowing it’s your favorite, as John B. started driving towards the chateau.

“Are you crazy?! What if you have a concussion??” Pope yelled panicking, astound by your stupidity, not a surprise “You know they ask you to stay overnight for a reason! The adrenaline your body releases after an accident can mask symptoms of an injury!” He revealed.

“Well that’s why we keep you around, Dr. Spock” JJ joked causing you all to laugh.

When you arrived at the chateau, you and JJ went to the spare room, both desperate for a shower. He helped you with your cast, sealing it with a trash bag and assisted you in stripping out of your clothes. He washed your body for you, and felt horrible knowing you won’t be able to do it normally by yourself for a while.

When you got out of the shower JJ wrapped a towel around his hips then helped you wrap one around your torso. When you turned to him you noticed he had a huge bruise on his abdomen.

You grazed your fingers over the the dark purple swollen skin, brushing it gently, then let your fingers skim over JJ’s wounded shoulder travelling down to the palm of his hand, linking his fingers with yours.

You averted your gaze to his eyes only to find them already on you, filled with awe and remorse as a single tear escaped one of them.

You immediately opened your arms pulling him to you, as close as you possibly could. He buried his face in the crook of your neck sobbing, littering your clean skin with his salty tears.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” he apologised, he could never describe the feeling of guilt he had, knowing he hurt the one person he loves most in this world, the one person he never wanted to see in pain, let alone be the reason for it.

“J, this isn’t-“ “no this is! If only I’d listened- y-you wouldn’t be hurting, and we wouldn’t have bumped into that stupid tree in the first place-“ he started swallowing his words “I don’t know what I’d do to myself if I ever lost you- I-“ he choked on his own tears.

You knew nothing you said mattered cause he wouldn’t listen, he was far too convinced this was all on him. So you just held him tightly for as long as you could, you tried soothing him by placing tender, lingering kisses to his nose, cheeks and forehead speaking only in a hush tone, reassuring him “it’s okay, I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere”. You stayed with him like that until he calmed down.

The two of you got dressed and headed towards the living room where you were met by the others spread across the couch. ”Aren’t you two tired?” Kie asked signaling you to sit. JJ plopped down on the couch beside you, letting you lean your head on his unharmed shoulder.

“Oh sweetheart, in the last five hours I managed to get in a motorcycle accident, go to the hospital, get drugged by so many pain killers, which by the way are still affecting, I managed to escape the labyrinth I was in and get to the chateau alive with a broken arm, fractured ankle, not to mention my stitched forehead and now, I will watch the maze runner. And all of you are going to sit your asses down and enjoy the goddamn movie with me, because I fucking deserve it, thank you very much” you finished your rant of breath.

They all looked at you with wide eyes and parted lips, slightly scared. “Yes ma’am” John B. agreed and turned on the tv. One movie turned into two and eventually you watched all three movies until the sun came up. By the end of the last one, you were all in tears. You fell asleep on the pullout couch on top of each other.

Maybe you were in physical pain, but being surrounded and cared for by your favorite people made you forget all about it, they made you feel whole.

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A/N: by the way i decided to make a taglist!

feel free to add yourself <3

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years ago

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I've been thinking about Faith giving Faust head and getting frustrated that she can't fit all of him inside her mouth. Faust would have to teach her some tactics to work around his size - using her hands, sucking his balls etc. (Or maybe she just fucking chokes on him, idk 🙈)

Warning: 18+ smut/anti-religious/anti-Christian themes/angst etc.

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

Faust wasn’t answering his phone. After the first few unanswered text messages, Faith assumed the worst. When she called, every ring seemed to echo in her head, warning her of things she had to force herself to suppress. She called again. No answer. Her call dropped and the line went dead.

In her fearful heart, Faust’s absence came from sudden disinterest. He had had his way with her, and that was all he needed. It was on to the next girl. Faust said himself: he’d fucked many girls. Some of them once and then never spoke to them again. Was his profession of love just a show? Faith swallowed the knot of anxiety clogging her throat, but it returned, bigger and more constrictive than ever.

Her parents dropped her off at her dorm after church. Faith waited until they drove off and turned the corner before marching to the bus stop, cell phone in hand, still waiting for Faust to return a message. When the bus arrived, she flashed her student card and took a seat near the back so she could hang her head and avoid the stares. In her Sunday best, Faith felt ridiculous, and with tears lining her eyes, she was sure somebody would notice her for the wrong reasons.

Faust’s roommate answered over the intercom with a careless grunt when she pressed the buzzer.

“It’s Faith. Is Faust home?”

His roommate didn��t answer, but the door clicked open, allowing her to pass through. She rode the elevator up, wringing her wrists and smoothing out the front of her dress over and over until she reached the top. As always, loud metal music seeped from under the door at the end of the hallway. She didn’t bother knocking since nobody ever did, and opened the door to find an empty living room.

Faith paused at Faust’s door, pressing her ear to the wood. At first, she heard nothing. Then a hollow clicking noise came from inside. She knocked, but there was no answer.

“Fuck,” she heard Faust mutter. “Oh, fuck.”

Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Faith opened the door and peered into the room to find Faust sitting at his computer desk with a large pair of headphones muffling his ears. He was in his boxer shorts, shirtless, legs spread wide under the desk with both his knees bouncing.

The clicking noise came from his drumsticks hitting various pads of an electric drumkit hooked up to his computer. The screen showed a mostly gray interface, streaked with multi-coloured lines. Every time he struck a pad, the line blipped. Faith let out the tension from her overfilled lungs.

“Faust?” She called.

The man didn’t hear her voice, so she came up from behind him and tapped on his shoulder. A startled gasp leapt from his throat as he whirled around in his desk chair, green eyes wide with fright. Faust ripped off his headphones, ready to berate her for startling him, but his words faded fast as she dropped to her knees before him.

She tugged his boxers down to his knees before he dropped his sticks and grabbed hold of her hands.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked.

Faith continued wrestling his underwear off until he conceded, spreading his legs wide so she could fit between them. One dainty hand rubbed up and down his soft shaft until it twitched and rolled to one side, filling with blood. Faust stopped her.

“How did you get in here?” Faust asked, eyebrows clinching together.

“Your roommate buzzed me in,” she replied.

“Fucking Isak,” he griped. “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?”

“That finished hours ago. Aren’t you supposed to answer your phone when your girlfriend calls?”

“I’m a little busy.”

Faith tried on her most innocent smile. “Too busy for me to suck your dick?”

Before she ducked down, Faust rolled his chair away, though his cock remained fully erect. “I have to get this track recorded.”

She crawled toward him. Faust noticed her hair tied up in a glistening pink ribbon, and the gold cross shining across her collarbone. The dress she wore looked like it had come off a porcelain doll—all velvet and lace, puffy sleeves and buttons down the bodice. He shouldn’t have found it arousing, but it was, and he cursed under his breath.

“What? You get a taste of dick once, and now you’re some little cum dumpster?”

“Your cum dumpster,” Faith purred.

Her hands travelled up his thighs again, enclosing his shaft in a double-handed grip. She tugged him back and ran her tongue over his balls, sucking one into her mouth, then the other. Faust hummed like an engine as her grip tightened.

“You ever suck a cock this big before?” He asked.

Faith shook her head, using the motion to stimulate him a little more.

“Of course not. You’re too much of a good girl,” Faust said, tangling her bouncy ponytail around his hand. “But somehow you know exactly what to do, huh? How is that? Have you been practicing a lot on your dildo at home?”

“I’ve seen how it’s done,” she claimed.

“Is that so? Have you been watching porn? Trying to figure out how all this works?”

Faith descended on him, his girth forcing her lips into an exaggerated O-shape. His head hit the back of the chair, and he moaned, thrusting his hips up once to choke off her airway, but only for a split second. She giggled, and the vibrations tickled his groin. Faust used her ponytail as a reign to draw her back, the head of his cock popping out of her mouth with an animated noise.

“You made me fuck up my best take,” he growled as he stood up, taking her with him.

Faust guided her to the bed, where she sat on the edge and looked up with shiny, innocent eyes. She opened her mouth again, tempting Faust with her tongue lolling out. He bounced the head off her tongue, then gagged her with half his length in one swift motion. A wave of saliva oozed from her glands, and he came away with several strings of it dripping from his cock. He gave her throat another quick prod, shivering from the spit connecting them.

“How was church, baby? Did you tell God about the filthy fucking things you did to my cock the other day after you lied to your daddy? Tell him how I stretched that fucking pussy and dumped a huge load all over you?”

Faith shook her head. “Why would I tell him when I’m not ashamed of it?”

“Well, you should be. It’s a sin to be so cock-hungry. You shouldn’t be thinking about swallowing my cum.”

“But I can’t help it.”

Faust stroked her cheek, then tapped her lips, glossing them with his pre-cum. “I know. It’s because you’re a bad, bad, filthy little girl. You’re corrupted. And God doesn’t want nasty things like you.”

Before Faith answered, Faust cradled the back of her head and pushed forward, sheathing his entire length until he hit the back of her throat. She came up with a sharp gasp, eyes watering. He bit his lip, a jolt of guilt stopping and restarting his heart. Faust climbed onto the bed and pressed his back against the headboard, spreading his legs so she could crawl between them.

“Lie on your stomach. That’s it. Suck my balls again.”

Eager to please him, Faith did as she was told and hefted one of his testicles with her tongue. She rolled it between her lips before taking it in her mouth. Faust stroked his length and spread his legs wider to watch her treating his scrotum like she would a lollipop. He bent his knees and inched his pelvis lower. Soon, her excess saliva dripped down, and he shivered when she let the tip of her tongue drag up the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, you look so cute in your little dress, with your ribbons and shit. Were your panties soaked all morning while you sat listening to your minister telling you how much God loves you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Faith moaned.

“Did you sit next to your daddy and pray for the chance to take this big fucking dick down your throat?”

Again, Faith agreed. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, pumping him in time with each bob of her head. After a few minutes, her jaw began to ache, and Faust noticed. It reminded him of how she hurt the morning after they had sex for the first time. As satisfying as it was to know he’d left his mark in the form of nagging pain, her whimpers struck his chest in a sickening way that made him wince. Suddenly, the tears in her eyes from choking weren’t as erotic. He snapped his hips back and took her up in his arms, kissing her swollen lips until she tried pawing at his groin again.

“Please, I want to,” she whispered.

“I’m hurting you again.”

“No, I like it.”

“I don’t like making you hurt.”

“Faust, please,” Faith whined. “I can take it. It might hurt a little, but it feels so good. Please, I want to make you feel good too.”

“Turn around then.”

Faith reversed her position, lying down so her chest pressed against his stomach while she took him in her mouth again. Faust lifted her dress, sighing at the sight of her panties before wedging them to the side. Her pussy looked smooth, appetizing, and so wet he longed to suck the dew from her lips. He did, and the moment his tongue made contact with her opening, she groaned around his length. He gave her mouth one shallow thrust before spreading her wide to stare at her opening.

“Fuck, your pussy tastes so sweet when you’re all wet for me. Just soaking through your panties for me.”

Faith learned to breathe through her nose as she sucked his cock. His remarkable length hitting the back of her throat caused wave after wave of spit to fill her mouth. She swallowed it all down, moaning when his tongue sluiced back and forth over her pussy lips, locating her clit after a moment of teasing.

“Oh, yeah. Suck that cock while I eat your perfect little pussy.”

She squealed when he spanked her, the sensation encouraging her to go faster. Faust placed her thighs over his shoulders and got off the bed with her hanging in the air. Though suspended several feet off the ground, Faith continued working his shaft while he tilted his pelvis, effectively fucking her mouth while he sucked her clit.

If Faith were a regular band-slut, Faust would have dropped her back onto the bed and thoroughly fucked her throat until her cheeks turned purple. But she wasn’t. Faith was all his and had never given thought to jump from one guy to the next the way his previous flings had. It’s what made him treat her with care. He couldn’t get off to the sounds of her gagging and spluttering all over his dick. He wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel, no matter how badly he wanted to pound into her mouth.

Though she was much smaller than him, suspending her weight grew tiresome, and he lay back down on the bed so she could finish him off in comfort. He cradled her jaw, forcing her to look up at him while his shaft glided back and forth over her tongue. Then, she slid onto the floor, kneeling before him in a more traditional position. He fought off the urge to pull her face closer and let her follow her instincts.

After a while, Faith popped off his dick, stretching her sore jaw muscles. Faust still hadn’t come, and she wondered how much longer he needed. Was she not doing it right? Did her skill pale in comparison to others he’d experienced? She stared up at him, eyes wide with wonder.

“I’m almost there, baby. Keep going. I know it hurts, but... Fuck, I’m close, I promise.”

The real issue was time. Faust expected is bandmates to show up at any moment. Sundays were designated for practice, and this week, they were recording demos before heading into the studio. He looked at the clock, and it read five past one. If they hadn’t shown up already, they were late. Faust shook his head free of worry and focused on the beautiful girl between his thighs, lavishing his dick with her tongue and lips. He closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and concentrated on the sensation. But before he made it to the edge of orgasm, his bedroom door flew open.

“Fuck!” Faust exclaimed, pulling out of Faith’s mouth before she realized what happened. When she looked up and saw the shock on his face, she turned around and gasped.

Ola, Mordy, and the new singer all stood in the doorway with varying degrees of amusement on their faces. Mordy tried pulling the door shut, but Ola’s boot was in the way. The guys tripped over each other, embarrassment and intrigue causing them each to stumble and offer apologies.

“Shit, Faust. Sorry!”

“Get the FUCK out! Doesn’t anyone know how to fucking knock?” Faust hollered.

Once the door shut, Faust looked down at Faith, who was glowing with humiliation.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe that just happened,” she groaned.

“This is exactly why I wasn’t answering you. Today’s just not a good day.”

Faust rose from the bed, now flaccid, scooped up his boxers and got dressed while Faith fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had plans for the day. I just thought you were ignoring me because you’d had enough. I thought—”

“That’s fucking ridiculous, Faith. Don’t even bother finishing that sentence. You know that’s stupid. If I don’t answer my phone, it means I’m fucking busy. It doesn’t mean I’m out fucking other chicks. Don’t start to get all paranoid and clingy, okay? I hate that shit.”

Faith bit her tongue and nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“I already told you... Sundays I have band stuff to do. You have your stupid church shit, and I have my shit. We can’t be together every single day of every week.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I said I’m sorry.”

Faust found his wallet, opened it and took out a twenty-dollar bill. He handed it to her. Faith looked at him, confused.

“What’s this for?”

“Take a cab home. I can’t drive you.”

“But—”

“Look, babe, I’ll call you later. I have a lot to do today. We’re going into the studio, and I’m supposed to have my tracks down already, which I would have had finished had you not come in unannounced.”

Faith looked down at the note and then back up at him, feeling terribly obtuse and regretful. “I didn’t mean to interrupt something important. And you could have said something instead of letting me waste my time trying to make you feel good.”

Before Faust could get another word out, Faith left the room and shut the door with enough force to make him flinch. He knew he should go after her, but his pride anchored him in place. He would have to pick up the argument at a later time, though he knew the unfinished business would tail him to the studio and nag in the back of his mind all day.

Faust scoffed. “Goddamn it.”

He left his bedroom and found his band sitting in the living room looking like they’d seen a ghost walk by. Faust shook his head, not wanting to talk about what had just transpired.

“Uh, sorry, Faust. We thought you were still laying down drums. We had no idea you were—”

“Just shut the fuck up, all right? Let’s just get this over with.”

#faust x faith #faust stuff #valter skarsgard imagine #valter skarsgard fanfiction

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sora-writes-things · 4 years ago

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In My Blood

Cryptid AU Oneshot

Content warnings: Cursing, blood (minor), and a small bit of body horror (technically?? idk, you be the judge lmao).

This one focuses on Vampire! Luca’s transformation into a vampire after Aesop attacked him and took enough blood for him to become affected by it. This is also one of my favorite oneshots that I’ve written from this AU, so enjoy!

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Luca absentmindedly rubbed at his neck with his hand, wincing as his touch caused the puncture wounds on the side of his neck to sting a little. He was still a bit freaked out by the whole thing, since he’d been practically ambushed by someone he thought was just trying to be friendly...

And that person just so happened to be a vampire, and he’d sucked out a good portion of his blood.

The blood loss wasn’t significant enough to be fatal, but it was definitely enough to make him feel incredibly drained.

He had been completely spaced out when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. He turned to look at who tapped him, relieved to see Tracy settling down on the floor next to him.

“... Are you okay? You seem a little pale...”

Luca hesitated. Should he tell her what happened? Or should he just keep it a secret, like Aesop had asked him to do?

“It’s all good... I’m just... tired...” Luca finally said, flashing her a dreary smile. It wasn’t entirely a lie- he was extremely exhausted.

Tracy nodded, though she looked unconvinced. “Okay... You should probably get some sleep if you’re super tired...” She stole a glance at him, concern flashing in her eyes. “You really don’t look so great...”

Luca hummed softly in response before he felt the exhaustion completely take over, his consciousness slipping from his grasp as he fell over towards the mechanic, instantly falling asleep.

Tracy flinched, surprised by the suddenness of his actions. She stared down at him for a moment before managing to stand without disturbing him. “Well... This isn’t a great place for sleep... I should take you to your room...”

Luca twitched, but didn’t wake up. Tracy sighed, slightly reluctant to try to drag him, but not seeing any other method of getting him where he needed to be.

The mechanic gently moved him away from the wall he was propped up against before picking him up from under his arms and attempting to drag him, though it was incredibly difficult with how much larger he was than she was.

“Jeez Luca... You couldn’t pass out closer to your room?”

She continued to drag him, though her progress was slow due to her lack of strength, until she finally reached her adopted brother’s room, allowing his limp body to slump to the ground as she opened the door.

Luca groaned quietly as he stirred slightly, his eyes still closed. Tracy turned back to him with a renewed look of concern in her eyes. “Luca... Are you sure you’re okay...? You’re really pale...”

The other survivor didn’t answer, still not fully conscious or capable of giving a verbal response. Tracy sighed again, picking up his front end once more and dragging him into his room.

She propped him up against his bed before heading back towards the door, considering leaving for a moment but eventually deciding to stay with her brother. He was acting really weird, and she was worried about him.

She closed the door and turned back towards Luca... Only to stop dead in her tracks as she noticed something different about his appearance.

His eyes were half-open, and the very edge of his irises had shifted from their usual gray color to a bright purple hue... And the color continued to change with the longer she stared.

“...Tracy..?”

The mechanic flinched as her brother spoke, though his voice sounded slightly rougher then normal. “Yeah...?”

“...Can you stay here with me? At least for a little bit?”

“Umm... Yeah? What’s wrong?” Tracy cautiously walked over and sat down next to him, her concern rekindled once again.

Luca was quiet for a moment before he answered. “I feel... really weird...” He put a hand to his forehead, exhaling shakily.

Tracy didn’t respond, not wanting to bring up what she had seen out of fear that he would panic. She stared down at her feet, not wanting to look into her brother’s unfamiliar eyes.

Luca leaned into the mechanic, his head resting on her shoulder. “I’m not sick... I’ve felt fine all day... So I can’t be sick... Can I?”

“I mean... It’s possible? You could be dehydrated or something...” Tracy replied, glancing over at him and biting her lip.

Luca shook his head. “No no... It’s not that...” He sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong... All I know is that something doesn’t feel right.”

“Well... It’s kinda hard to help you when I don’t know exactly what’s wrong...”

He laid down next to her, laying his head down against her leg and closing his eyes. “I can’t explain it... I’m really tired... My neck is sore, my head kinda hurts... I’m hungry....” He paused, fidgeting for a moment. “There’s this spot between my shoulders that feels really weird... And my mouth feels weird too...”

He covered his eyes with his hands, exhaling slowly. “I really don’t know what’s going on...”

Tracy didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure of what was happening either, and she didn’t know how to help. “...Should I get Emily?”

“No- Uhh... I mean, I think I can h-handle this on my own...” He forced a grin, but his sister could see right through it.

“Clearly not, if you’re so insistent that I stay,” Tracy pointed out, idly running her hand through Luca’s hair as she tried to think of what could be wrong.

“We don’t need to bother Emily... We can figure it out...” He opened his eyes, which had fully shifted to a bright violet color. “...Right?”

Tracy shrugged, averting her gaze once more. “I guess... I’m honestly thinking you just need some sleep...”

Luca sat up, rubbing at his damaged eye with a blank expression. “Sleep has never really been that big of a deal with me...”

A moment of silence fell on the two adopted siblings, with Tracy staring mindlessly at the door and Luca gazing past the mechanic with a hazy look in his eyes.

Tracy’s attention was soon brought back to her brother as he suddenly twitched, reaching back towards the space between his shoulders with one arm.

“You good..?” Tracy asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Luca kept rubbing at the spot, narrowing his eyes as if he were fiercely concentrated on something. “What...?” He suddenly froze, the irritated expression on his face being replaced by a look of pure horror.

“Luca...?”

His breathing became hitched as panic began to settle in, although Tracy has no idea why. “What the hell..?”

The mechanic’s confusion turned into concern once more, and she turned to face her brother, though she stopped herself from doing anything else. “What? What’s the matter?”

His breathing continued to escalate, and his other hand slowly rose up to cover his mouth. “Wh-What the fuck?!”

Tracy couldn’t see it, but beneath Luca’s hand, he could feel a strange lump emerging just behind his shoulder blade, and he could only assume that the same thing was happening behind his other shoulder as well.

“Luca, please...” She put her hands on his arms, hoping she could get him to look her in the eyes. Luckily, he seemed to get the message, and he glanced up, a terrified gleam in his violet-colored eyes.

She felt her heart wrench a little at the sight of Luca’s distressed expression. She’d never seen him so distraught before. Whatever was happening certainly wasn’t good.

“I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you keep trying to hide things... So please..? Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I-I don’t...” He glanced back, lifting his hand for a brief moment before covering the spot back up after realizing that the lump was continuing to grow larger, pressing against the fabric of his shirt a bit.

He shuddered before looking back up at Tracy, the fear in his eyes becoming increasingly prominent. “I don’t know what’s going on... But I’m scared, Trace...”

The mechanic felt a chill crawl up her spine at his words, not used to hearing such tangible fear in his voice. “I-It’s okay... I won’t leave... I’m here for you, alright..?”

A reluctant smile appeared on his face for a brief moment, though he didn’t seem any more relaxed despite his sister’s attempt at comforting him. “Okay...”

After a few moments, Luca was able to calm himself down, still keeping his hand over the strange lump behind his shoulder for a short while after before he decided to let it go, seeing as his panic wasn’t helping anything.

He could handle this.

Sure, whatever was going on was incredibly weird, but he was certain he would get through it.

He was probably just imagining it.

After all, he was extremely tired. All sorts of crazy stuff could happen when you’re sleep-deprived.

Luca had just managed to calm himself down completely when his shoulders suddenly twitched involuntarily, just before he felt something push up from where the weird lumps had formed behind his shoulder blades, causing him to yelp in surprise as he lurched forward towards his sister, gripping her shoulders as if to steady himself.

Tracy didn’t notice anything immediately, but she jumped at Luca’s vocalization and sudden movement, along with the brief sound of fabric tearing. “Luca?!”

Luca didn’t look her in the eyes, moving a hand to his mouth once more. “Oh my god...”

He didn’t want to look back. He had a vague idea of what had happened, but he didn’t want to confirm it.

“Luc...” Tracy trailed off as she caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of her eye, causing her to steal a glance over her brother’s shoulder.

What she saw made her heart skip a beat.

Folded against Luca’s back was a pair of small black and midnight-purple wings, resembling those of a bat.

“T-Tracy... I-I’m really freaked out right now... Wh-What’s going on..? What’s happening to me?” Luca’s voice broke with undeniable fear, clearly struggling to keep himself from panicking in the situation.

Tracy hesitated before she spoke. “Do you want a hug..?”

Luca nodded, allowing his sister to pull him into her embrace. The terrified survivor immediately felt comforted by the mechanic’s presence, resting his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, Trace...”

He closed his eyes for a moment before he suddenly became aware of something else.

It was something he hadn’t noticed before, but he could feel the mechanic’s pulse from where his head was positioned.

He wasn’t sure why, but he began to feel a strong sense of hunger gnawing at his insides... and that pulse of life that was just in front of his nose was becoming strangely tempting.

In that moment, something primal began to take root in Luca’s mind, and he turned his head so that he was facing the mechanic’s neck.

All he could think about was that overwhelming hunger he felt inside. Everything else seemed to fade away to the back of his consciousness. Anything rational that would have spoken up was instantly shoved away by the promise of blood- which his thoughts insisted would satisfy his starvation.

He wasn’t aware of his canine teeth rapidly growing into sharp fangs as he lost all control over himself, suddenly lunging toward the side of Tracy’s neck and biting down, breaking her skin and drawing blood.

“Ow!! Luca, stop! That hurts!” Tracy yelped loudly in both pain and shock, struggling for a moment and kicking out her legs, managing to strike the other survivor in the gut and prompting him to let her go.

Luca released her, scrambling backwards and growling slightly while holding a hand to his midsection, where he’d been kicked. The feral gleam dissipated from his eyes as he stared at her, horrified by what he’d done.

The smell of blood hit him like a bullet, at the same moment he caught a glimpse of a tiny trickle of blood running down his sister’s neck. He held a hand to his mouth, sickened by the knowledge that he’d done it.

Tracy glanced at him with a hurt look in her eyes. “Wh-Why did you bite me...?”

Tears welled up in the corners of Luca’s eyes as the words left her mouth. “Oh my god... I-I’m so sorry...”

“Luca...” Tracy kept her tone as gentle as she could, trying not to freak him out even more.

“I... I attacked you...” He gnawed on the fabric of his glove, continuing to back away from the mechanic as his breathing escalated once more. “Holy fuck, Tracy...”

The scent of blood was overwhelming. It was simultaneously both nauseating him and feeding his uncontrollable hunger at the same time, and it was becoming too much for him to handle.

He stole a glance at the door for a brief moment before looking back at Tracy, his eyes wide with horror.

“Luca... It’s alright... I’m fine...”

The terrified survivor hesitated for a split second before he suddenly jumped to his feet, his newly-developed wings fluttering as he made a beeline for the door, throwing it open and bolting into the hallway.

“Luca, wait!” Tracy shouted after him, but it was no use. He was already far gone by that point.

He heard her call, but didn’t slow down. He didn’t want to. He had to get away as fast as he could, before that awful hunger took over and forced him to hurt her once more.

He blindly ran towards the main lobby of the manor, hoping to find someone he could feed off of, at least enough to satisfy his need for blood.

He burst into the room, panting heavily as he looked around, his violet-eyed gaze resting on Freddy.

The wererabbit was staring off into the distance, though his expression implied that he was deep in thought. Luca crept forward, instantly picking up on a pulse of life that was similar to what he’d been tempted by earlier... Except the voice in the back of his mind wasn’t protesting against what he was planning to do.

So, in one quick motion, Luca shot forward with a feral hiss, grabbing ahold of the lawyer and pulling him out of his chair, which fell to the floor with a loud clatter as he pinned the other survivor against the wall, biting down on his neck and letting the taste of blood wash over his tongue.

Freddy had let out one small, shrill screech before Luca slapped his hand over his mouth, silencing him. He pulled away from the lawyer’s neck for a brief instant, his lips stained with blood as he glared at the wererabbit.

“Don’t scream. Let me take what I need, and I’ll let you go without draining every ounce of blood from your pathetic body. Understand?” The vampire growled, his eyes alight with feral bloodlust.

Freddy, his face almost completely colorless, barely managed a nod, his heart racing a mile a minute as Luca bit down on his neck once more, greedily taking as much blood as he could in the moment he had before...

“...Luca!”

The newly-turned vampire pulled away at the distant sound of his sister’s voice, and he quickly bolted off towards the door to the gardens. Once he got there, he sat down on the edge of the fountain, as far away from the door as possible.

Gradually, he felt the gnawing hunger in his stomach begin to fade, leaving him to think about what had happened.

“Holy shit... I’m a vampire...” Luca murmured, his wings fluttering slightly.

The motion grabbed his attention, prompting him to think about himself for a moment. He began to realize just how weird his whole situation was. Since when did vampires have wings?

He stared back at the small bat wings, pondering it for a moment. Did Aesop have wings? And if he did, how did he hide them so well?

He sighed, bowing his head and staring at the toes of his boots, trying to take his mind off of everything.

His moment of peace didn’t last long though as he heard the creak of a door opening, followed by the sounds of cautious footsteps.

Luca frantically turned his head to catch a glimpse of whoever had come into the garden, his violet eyes wide with alarm. However, his panic quickly faded as none other than Aesop stepped out into the open, his blood-red eyes gleaming silver in the moonlight.

Luca felt an intense anger begin to boil up within him, his expression furious as he locked gazes with the other vampire. “Why are you here? Haven’t you done enough?!”

Aesop halted in his tracks, glancing back towards the door. “...I didn’t think I’d find you here.”

“I didn’t think you’d come to find me after what you did earlier,” Luca’s voice shook with poorly suppressed rage, his blood-stained lips pulled back to reveal his sharpened fangs.

Aesop huffed under his breath, continuing in his approach towards the angered survivor. Luca visibly tensed with the closer Aesop drew to him, much to the silver-haired vampire’s annoyance.

“Relax. I’m not gonna take any more blood from you.”

“Of course you aren’t!” Luca practically exploded, causing Aesop to flinch. “You fucking turned me, you idiot!”

The embalmer went silent, averting his gaze once more, clearly regretting what he’d done. But Luca didn’t stop there.

“Well, guess what?! Because of you, I attacked my sister! I fucking turned on her and bit her! And it’s all your fault!”

Aesop winced, finding himself completely consumed with guilt. “Okay... First of all, I never intended to turn you... Second of all...” He trailed off for a moment. “There’s not much I can do about it now.”

“Are you kidding me?! I attacked my goddamn sister! And if you hadn’t done this to me, it woulda never happened!” Luca snapped, unable to calm himself down.

Aesop said nothing. He had no idea of how to respond to anything the other survivor was saying. He felt guilty as hell, and honestly? He had good reason to.

He had let himself get far too carried away with taking Luca’s blood. He had been incredibly greedy, and this was his consequence.

And so, because of his guilt, he allowed the other vampire to keep chewing him out, not really sure of what else to do in the situation.

“I could have killed her, Aesop.” Tears had begun to well up in Luca’s eyes once more. “I could have killed her, and she would have been dead! And no one could fix it!”

“You literally couldn’t kill her, you weren’t hungry enough, and I doubt you could even take that much blood so early...” Aesop mumbled under his breath, not wanting to actually speak up about it because he knew that Luca wouldn’t be in a good frame of mind to actually listen.

“I woulda had my sister’s blood on my hands! My fucking sister! She’s one of the only people I actually care about in this hellhole! I-I don’t know what I’d do with myself if anything happened!” He sniffled, his shoulders shaking. “There’s a difference between killing a random person and killing someone you care about... And I don’t wanna be reminded of what that feels like... Not again...”

Aesop was quiet for a moment. “Luca, nobody’s dead. Sure, that could’ve happened, but it didn’t. The past is in the past, and you’re just gonna screw yourself over more if you keep reflecting on it.”

When Luca spoke again, his voice came out as a bitterly broken hiss. “Aesop, you don’t understand! If I did it now, who’s to say I won’t try to do it again?? I might kill her next time! All because you decided that you wanted a snack!”

Aesop became defensive at the accusation. “I was starving, Luca. I didn’t realize it would turn you. And if you listen to me for five goddamn seconds, it won’t happen again.”

Luca’s wings fluttered for a moment. “Why should I listen to you?! For all I know, you’ll find a way to make things worse somehow!”

Aesop sighed. “Look. I know for a fact that you’re still hungry. Give it a week or two, and you’ll be after Tracy again. You’ll end up putting her in the same situation I ‘put’ you in. Do you want that to happen?”

Luca was silent, though the intensity of his violet-eyed glare didn’t lessen.

“Hurting people is, for the most part, optional. So if you don’t want to hurt her, you’re gonna have to listen to me.”

Luca huffed irritably before responding. “Fine. I’ll listen to you... But if I still hurt her, I’ll make you regret being born.”

The embalmer rolled his eyes at that statement. “Yeah, you have fun with that.” He glanced over at Luca, narrowing his eyes as he noticed that the other vampire was glaring sourly at him. “Don’t give me attitude, I swear to god. I’ll kick your ass.”

“You shoulda thought about that before you turned me into a fucking vampire,” Luca retorted angrily. “And I’d like to see you try to attack me again.”

Aesop snickered. “You think I would purposely give you immortality? Fuck no! I don’t want to deal with you any longer than I have to.”

“Well, too bad for you, ‘cuz you’re stuck with me now!” Luca sneered, sticking his tongue out at the other vampire. “Besides, it’s all your fault anyway.”

“Why are you so insistent on that?”

“Because it is!”

Aesop raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Please, elaborate on how preventing myself from starving to death is cause for you to hate me with such a burning passion.”

“You could have chosen anyone else. But no! It just had to be me, didn’t it?”

“Really? Name literally one person I could have gotten away with.” A challenging gleam appeared in the embalmer’s blood-red eyes. “Name one person.”

“Let’s see... Freddy and Kreacher off the top of my head. Nobody cares about them. I fed off of Freddy myself just a few minutes ago,” Luca replied, a snarky tone in his voice.

“They’re both cryptids,” Aesop pointed out. “Unless the victim is 100% human, neither of us get jack-shit out of it.”

Luca looked away with a scowl, crossing his arms. After a moment, he spoke again. “Fine. Who else is human around here?”

“Nobody, as far as I know.” The silver-haired vampire paused. “Tracy and Helena are. But we both know why both of those people are terrible ideas.”

Luca cursed under his breath, not wanting to admit that Aesop was right.

“Tracy’s got an army of robots to defend herself with, and Helena’s got at least half the manor on her side, including two werewolves and a literal Mother Bear.”

Luca shot a glare back in Aesop’s direction, remaining silent.

“What? I’m right, aren’t I?”

The other vampire still didn’t answer. He knew Aesop was right, but he was far too ticked off at him to admit it.

Under his mask, Aesop had a smug grin on his face, and it didn’t take Luca long to pick up on it.

“Stop,” Luca hissed, his eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“C’mon. I know you’re smiling under that stupid mask.”

Aesop hummed in amusement, raising an eyebrow. “Hm. I have no idea why you’d think that, Luca.”

“I can see it on your face!” Luca insisted, his wings flapping slightly.

Aesop barely held back a chuckle. “You can’t see shit.”

“I can see shit, and I know you’re smiling! I’ll rip that dumb mask off your face to prove it!” Luca threatened, inching closer to the other survivor with a devious smirk on his face.

“Oh no, you will not.”

“Yes I will!”

“If you touch my mask, I’ll make you regret it,” Aesop growled, putting a hand to his mask defensively.

Luca snorted, unconvinced by the embalmer’s threat. “Ah yes, I’m so scared.” His wings fanned out behind him in a mocking display.

The two vampires stared at each other for a moment, with Luca looking as smug as ever and Aesop looking completely irritated.

“Seriously, don’t touch it. Please.”

Luca snickered, his wings folding against his back once more. “Alright fine. I won’t touch it... At least, for now.”

Aesop sighed, silently cursing himself for the millionth time that day for turning the other survivor. Luca smiled, enjoying the small victory he’d gained in the moment.

They were silent for a few minutes, before Aesop decided to speak again.

“Oh, and uhh... Just one thing.” He paused. “Just wanna make sure you know... You are still going to have to take blood.”

Luca scowled. “And if I refuse?”

“You’ll starve, you’ll go feral, and you’ll attack someone,” Aesop responded, his expression serious. “It’s why I attacked you. It was because I was starving.”

Luca fell quiet for a moment. “Then why didn’t you eat before that?”

“...Like I said, cryptid blood doesn’t work.” The embalmer averted his gaze. “...I didn’t really have any other options... I had meant to just take what I needed from you and get out of there, but... Things got out of hand.”

Luca didn’t seem to be entirely satisfied with the answer he got, but he didn’t push the subject further. “I guess that kinda makes sense...”

There was a moment of awkward silence.

“...You okay?” Aesop finally asked, looking over at Luca.

“You mean besides spontaneously growing wings out of my back, getting the sudden urge to suck out my sister’s blood, and then being forced to feed on a rabbit man to try to satisfy that same bloodlust? Yeah, life is just fucking wonderful right now,” Luca replied, though his tone was slightly less salty than it had been previously.

“Sorry I asked...” Aesop grumbled, slightly irritated that the other vampire wasn’t letting go of his grudge.

Silence.

“Soo... If Tracy and Helena are the only two humans here... Where the hell do you get blood now??”

Aesop laughed sarcastically in response, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. “No idea!”

Luca narrowed his eyes, slightly annoyed.

Aesop noticed his glare and shook his head, sighing. “There’s probably someone else. I just gotta go around and check.”

Luca’s expression turned to one of utter disbelief.

“What?”

“You don’t know?!” Luca exclaimed, surprised that Aesop wasn’t more well-organized with this whole ordeal, considering how he was about literally everything else.

The silver-haired vampire glared at the other survivor. “If I had known of someone else, I wouldn’t have gotten this screwed over.” He thought for a moment. “...Worst case, you can always take a little from Tracy while I figure it out, but I have a feeling you’re going to get mad at me for suggesting it.”

He paused, his gaze and voice softening a bit when he spoke again. “She’ll probably let you if you ask.”

Luca sighed, his wings drooping a bit. “I really don’t wanna take from her... But I know she’s probably gonna suggest it herself...”

“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt her. She might be a little bit tired for some time after, but it’s nothing rest can’t solve.”

Luca was quiet, thinking for the first time since the conversation had started. Aesop watched him for a moment before looking away, his gaze shifting to the night sky outside the garden window.

“So... When are you gonna have to get more blood? I’d rather you not get that hungry again,” Luca asked, though he still didn’t look the other survivor in the eyes.

“It’ll be around a month. Hopefully I can find someone before then,” Aesop answered, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “If I don’t... I’ll just be really off until I figure something out.

“I hope ya do. I’d rather you not do anything to my sister, and I don’t think anyone wants to find out what would happen if you messed with Helena.”

“Usually, when I go feral, I end up going after someone who won’t change anything. You’re not really in your right mind to figure that out. You know that,” Aesop pointed out.

The embalmer really wasn’t entirely sure on anything he had suggested. He didn’t know how Tracy could be affected by any sort of blood-taking for an extended period of time, and he didn’t know for a fact that there even were any other humans in the manor to feed off of.

He just had to act like he knew what he was doing, and hope that Luca believed him. He could figure it out later.

Luckily, the other vampire seemed to understand, and he nodded solemnly. “I guess you’re right...”

Aesop was quiet for a moment. “Trust me, it’s not all that bad. You’ll get used to it.”

Luca shrugged. “Yeah...”

The two vampires avoided eye contact, sitting in silence for a few moments long before Aesop finally stood up. “Well... I’m going to sleep now.” He glanced at the other survivor. “You should... probably get some rest too.”

Luca sighed. “Yeah... I think I’m gonna sit out here for awhile. Try to get my head on straight.”

“Makes sense.” Aesop paused. “I’ll... See you tomorrow at some point? I mean, it’s kinda impossible to avoid you around here.” He chuckled, though he didn’t meet Luca’s gaze.

Luca said nothing, but simply nodded in agreement.

Without another word, Aesop left, leaving Luca alone once more to reflect on all that had happened that day.

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aestheticseungmean · 5 years ago

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Bad Boy

Idk what this is...

Bad boy Minho has his eye on you but you despise him. What happens when an ex forces you to pity him?

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Minho was the school’s bad boy dancer that the girls went crazy for. Of course, with any girl at his disposal, he had a new flavor every week. None lasting longer than ten days. Every girl dreamed of him, well, every girl except you. You kept to yourself, always ignoring the suggestive looks Minho gave you. When he talked to you, it was always to tease you. You’ve left him speechless a few times before. Like the one time you got out of the shower to see who was at the door. Minho made a snide comment to which you responded: “Keep your dick in your pants.”

You woke up to the sound of Minho’s alarm. How funny you two were next-door neighbours with only paper-thin walls separating you two. Sighing, you got up and got dressed in shorts and an oversized shirt. It was a Saturday so nothing to do except go to the bookshop. Part of it was because the cashier was cute and the other part because you needed more books. You walked out the door with your keys and wallet. A buzz vibrated your leg and you pulled out your phone. 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨. The first one you opened was from your friend, Chan.

C̆̈h̆̈ă̈n̆̈n̆̈ĭ̈ĕ̈

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘆

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗜’𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

You sighed and turned around towards Chan’s apartment and started walking. Ultimately, you decided to open the next message and groaned when you noticed the sender.

🅸🅳🅸🅾︎🆃 🤬

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴?

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲?

Rᴇᴀᴅ

You muttered to yourself. “Asshole. Why ask me a question if you’re going to leave me on read.” “Why text you when I can tell you?” The noise made you halt. Slowly you turned around. “How do you even have my number?” “Jisung.” You rolled your eyes. Of course. Jisung and his big mouth. “I’m heading to Chan’s for your information.” He laughed. “What a coincidence! So am I. We can walk together.” “I’d rather gag on a spoon.” He playfully pouted. “Why a spoon? I’m free.”

You sped up your pace and unfortunately, so did Minho. “Wait up babe.” You halted which caused him to crash into you. You turned around and pushed him back with your forefinger. “First of all, I am not your babe. Second of all, do you not have some girl to bury your dick in?” “No.” You rolled your eyes once again. “What’s wrong this time, too clingy? Ooh, no, is she kinkier than you. Oh, you finally found a girl kinkier.” He chuckled and backed you into a wall before putting his hand by your head.

“First, no. She was too bitchy. Second, the kinkier they are, the hotter. Something about you makes me think you’re a kinky bitch.” He moved his face closer to yours. “You come any closer and I’ll lick you.” “No you won’t,” he challenged. Minho moved closer and you licked his cheek. Immediately he backed away and wiped his face. “Did you just...lick me?” “Told you I would.” You left him standing there dumbfounded and kept walking. “44...45...46… Ah. 47!” You knocked on the door.

The door opened and a masculine body filled the doorway. “Put a shirt on, Changbin.” “It’s my apartment so no.” He took a bite of his apple and walked away. You closed the door behind you and laid on the couch. “Move your head.” “Why?” “So I can sit down.” You looked at Changbin and sighed before sitting up. “Your hair is messy.” “I just woke up before you got here.” Another knock sounded and a blur of blond raced through to the door. “I’LL GET IT!” He opened the door and you caught a glimpse of Minho.

“Look who made it before me.” “Shut up.” Jisung sat down beside you. “Looks like you’ll have to sit on someone’s lap, babe.” “Fuck you, Minho.” You got up and stomped your way to Chan’s room. Not even knocking, you opened the door and threw yourself on his bed. “What’s wrong?” “FUCKING, MINHO.” Your head was still buried in his pillows and you breathed in the scent of Chan’s shampoo. He laid on top of you and you felt the wetness of his hair. “You’re getting the back of my head wet.”

Using all of your strength, you rolled over pushing him off. “Your hair is still dry. Don’t complain.” Chan pushed himself up and dried his hair with his towel. Subconsciously, you had already grabbed his brush and waited for him to sit down. As soon as his head hit your lap, you were brushing through the knots and tangles that are laced in his hair. “So what are your plans today?” “Going to the bookstore to check out the cashier and get some books.” “Are you talking about Hyunjin?” You kept brushing and brushing despite his hair being untangled. “Yeah.” “You know that he’s Minho’s friend right?” You groaned and annoyance.

“Why is he friends with every cute guy at school?” Chan laughed. “Because cute guys stick together to fend off the girls.” “Well you suck at trying to fend off me.” He shook his head. “No we don’t, we just like you.” You laughed and imagined the looks on all the girls faces if they heard that. “You want to come with me?” “I have nothing better to do.” The two of you got up and headed out to the living room. Jisung was laughing at something Changbin had said and Minho was spaced out. “We’re leaving.” Jisung sprang up. “I want hugs!”

Chan started to give him a hug but he stopped him. “I meant her.” Chan’s face was hilarious. You bent down to hug Jisung. Then, surprising him, you hugged Changbin too. “What about me?” “What about you, Minho?” “I want a hug too.” You looked at Chan who gave you the “father” look. Mentally, you cursed Chan and hugged Minho. “Asshole.” With that, you turned and left. Chan shrugged and followed you to his car. The car came to life after a few tries of starting it. You turned on the radio and blasted the music.

After Chan’s terrible parking job due to a little old lady with a death wish, you threw open the door of the bookstore and took a deep breath. “Ahhhh. The smell of books.” Chan scrunched his nose at a foul smell. “Are you sure that it’s a good smell?” You laughed and turned around. “No, you are smelling the aftermath of Mrs.Jung’s perfume.” “It’s deadly.” The two of you turned to look at the books. “Ooh! That one looks interesting. That one too.” You continuously pointed at books that you wanted to read and ultimately decided on three of them. Happily, you took them up to the counter where Hyunjin was working.

“Just these three today?” “If I could, I’d buy one of everything.” Hyunjin smiled and scanned the books. You pulled out your wallet but he stopped you from opening it. “Someone else paid for it.” “Really? Who? I want to thank them.” He pointed at a table and you looked. Minho. Why? “Nope. I’m buying. I don’t want his money to pay for my things.” Hyunjin laughed. “What do I tell him?” “Nothing, just take his money and buy books for yourself.” He gave his signature full smile. Chan walked up and sighed. “Hey, Hyunjin.” “Hey, hyung.” “YOU DIDN’T SAY YOU KNEW HIM.” Chan threw his arm around you. “Like I said earlier, us cute guys stick together.”

“I’m going to kill you, Chan. Just wait.” You paid and told Chan that you’d be back. Angrily, you stomped your way over to Minho and grabbed his ear like a mother would. He cried out in pain. “Really? Paying for my books? How low can you get?” “I told him to pay for the books the next cute girl buys and I’ll pay him back. He’s got good taste might I add.” You were about to chew him out when he caught sight of a girl over your shoulder. “She’s back.” He genuinely looked worried. “Who?” “Hye-ji and her squad.”

“Why are you so worried about her?” “She won’t leave me alone if she finds out I’m single.” Hye-ji noticed Minho and strutted over. “Minho! Fancy seeing you here.” “Yeah.” “Are you single now?” The way she pouted and stuck out her lip was disgusting and clearly making Minho uncomfortable. “Come on, babe! Chan’s waiting on us. We’ll be late to practice.” You held out your hand and he took the hint. Minho grabbed your hand and stood up. “Sorry, Hye-ji. I am taken.” The two of you walked away hand in hand and you heard one of the girls say that you wouldn’t last long.

You held his hand until you got to the car. “You owe me.” “Your hand fits in mine like they were made for each other.” Harshly, you threw your books in the back. “If you don’t knock it off I’m going to ki-ss you.” The girls left and you sighed. “You’re going to kiss me?” “I’m going to kill you.” You got in Chan’s car and he gave you a confused look. The entire car ride back, you explained. You were still explaining when you got back to his apartment. “I mean, I didn’t like it but no one deserves that amount of fakeness in their lives.”

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The next day, you woke up to Minho’s alarm once again and instead of ignoring it, you walked over to his door and pounded on it. He opened the door with his bed head. One of his cats rubbed up against your leg. You bent down to pick it up. “Hey, Dori!” “You know my cats and their names?” Giving Dori kisses, you nodded. “You aren’t quiet and Jisung shows me your instagram all the time.” Minho smiled at you cooing over his cat. “I want to sleep in so shut your stupid alarm off.” “Don’t sing in the shower.” “I don- how can you hear me? I don’t sing my lungs out.” He laughed. “The walls are thin.”

After you admitted defeat, you went back to your apartment. There was no use in going back to sleep so you got dressed in a sundress adorned with sunflowers. To top it off, you put on your aviator sunglasses and converse. With nowhere specific to go, you closed your door and wandered the halls. You were pushed against the wall. “Hey pretty lady…wanna have some fun?” “No. Get off me.” You tried to get the random guy off of you. He held a knife to your throat and was about to kiss you when someone pulled him off of you. It was a pissed off Minho. Oddly, it was kind of hot to see him pissed off.

“Get off my girl.” “What are you going to do?” Minho responded with a punch that caused a sickening crack. The guy fell and held his nose that was broken. Minho wrapped his hand around your waist as you shook. “It’s okay.” He walked you outside and you calmed down. You two walked for a while without talking. All of a sudden, he stopped. “They’re coming. Kiss me!” You saw the girls and kissed him. He fell into the kiss and naturally rested his hands on your waist. The two of you were so into the make out that you didn’t realize the girls had passed until you broke apart for air. “This was a one time thing. Let’s head back.” He frowned but followed you back to the apartments.

Monday came around but luckily, you were on summer vacation. You made your way to Chan’s apartment and once again, Changbin opened the door shirtless. “I’m going to buy you a shirt for christmas.” “Thanks but I won’t wear it.” “I’ll duct tape it to your damn body.” He smiled. “You’re just jealous.” “As if.” You helped clean up the room for the sleepover. The boys started arriving and you got introduced to them. Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin. As soon as the pizza arrived, spin the bottle started. It was your turn to spin and it landed on Chan. You thanked the gods it wasn’t Minho and crawled over to where he was.

After the two minutes was up, you returned to your spot. You noticed Minho shifting a lot and realized he had a problem in his pants. A giggle slipped out of your lips. The boys looked at you. “Let’s play truth or dare.” They agreed and they started by asking you first. “Truth or dare?” “Minho, I choose dare.” He smirked. “ I dare you to sit on my lap, babe.” “Okay, babe,” you replied sarcastically. You sat in his lap and felt his problem. Silently, you whispered to him. “Did my make out with Chan get you excited?” “You know, I’d rather have that tongue working wonders somewhere else.” “In your dreams.”

You were getting uncomfortable so you shifted forgetting where you were sitting until two hands gripped your hips harshly. Biting your tongue to stay quiet, you slapped his hand. “Don’t move, babe. You’ll make it worse.” You smiled and shifted again. He hissed and grabbed your throat. “I will correct you in front of all the boys if you don’t knock it off.” “You are really bad at hiding how turned on you are,” you hissed. Minho’s grip tightened. “You are a brat.” To push him a little farther, you took his hand off your neck. “You don’t own me.” Without hesitating, you grabbed Changbin’s face and kissed him. He didn’t mind, instead he enjoyed watching Minho get rejected by a girl.

Minho glared at you. “What are you going to do? Fuck me sensless and then ditch me? That’s not how I play in the end.” You threw yourself on the couch because you didn’t feel like going home. There was a tension in the room. “But, if you want to play, let’s play.” You patted the couch. Minho stood up and sat down. When he was comfortable, you straddled his lap. “First one to touch the other has to do what the other says.” He agreed and you both put your hands by your sides. Oblivious to everyone else in the room, you two started a make out session. Using your famous strategy, you stopped and pulled away. Minho automatically grabbed your neck to kiss you again.

You pulled away and bent down to his ear. “You lose.” Saying nothing more, you got up and sat back down by Chan. “I’m tired.” It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. Minho picked you up and laid you on the couch. For a moment, you woke up and grabbed his hand. “Lay with me.” He complied and laid with you. You buried your face in his chest. “I’m willing to give up my ways if you’d be mine. I’ve had my eye on you since you moved in.” “Minho, you never asked me.” He smiled. “Do you want to go on a real date?” “Will you keep me for longer than a month?” He hummed a yes. “Then, yes.”

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What do I write? I’ll never know.

#lee know #stray kids #kpop #stray kids oneshot #minho fluff #lee know fluff #lee know x reader

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seokoloqy · 6 years ago

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Making Mistakes | kth (m)

➳ PAIRING: taehyung x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, f2l, fuckboy!tae

➳ WORD COUNT: 2.1k

➳ WARNINGS: he takes pictures and videos (idk the term for that), fingering, dirty talk

➳ REQUEST: For the smut drabbles “I cant stop thinking about your hands on me” with taehyung please? + ‘You like that don’t you’ + taehyung

➳ A/N: this was a request that got a little too long + I combined it w another one so... anons, this is for you <33

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You’ve been avoiding Taehyung like the plague as if he’ll infect you with the smallest touch. But truth be told, him touching you is all you can think about anymore. Ever since Saturday night at Hoseok’s party after you two had drunkenly slept together, he has invaded your thoughts.

You can barely look at him. Twelve years of friendship and it only took one night to ruin it all.

Since that fateful night, Taehyung has been sending you texts, blowing up your phone with calls, even swinging by your dorm between classes when he knows you’d be there. All his attempts to reach out to you have been ignored. You delete his texts, turn off your voicemail, and pretend you aren’t home by burying yourself underneath your covers and block out the sound of him pounding your door.

Did that night mean anything?

Feelings that lay dormant since sixth grade bubbled to the surface that night and you’re afraid that they’ll burst. You’ve kept them down for years, refusing to admit the truth to anyone. Now things are messy, now they’re complicated, now he wants to talk.

Taehyung has a track record for the most people slept with, most one night stands, most friends with benefits. That night was just one of the many he’s had and it probably meant nothing to him.

It was a mistake—a drunk, stupid mistake.

You bury your face into your hands, groaning just thinking about your best friend. It’s been three days without him and you’re starting to miss his bubbly presence around you.

You’ve thought about picking up your phone and giving him a call to sort things out, but your nerves just get in the way. Having to hear his raspy voice again would only remind you of how it felt against your skin, grunting curses and whispering your name.

“Fuck,” you mumble, falling back on to your bed. You grab your phone, wondering if he texted you again.

[Taehyung 10:27 PM] hey can we talk soon?

[Taehyung 10:34 PM] please stop ignoring me we should talk

[Seokjin 10:34 PM] come over movie night @ Namjoon’s place!! (ps bring snacks)

You debate on going. There’s a large possibility that you’ll run into Taehyung—your friends are his friends too. As you mull over it in your head, you choose to send a message back.

[You 10:35 PM] is Tae gonna be there?

[Seokjin 10:35 PM] no he said he can’t come. Studying.

[You 10:35 PM] ...okay b there in 20

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The apartment is quiet, unusually quiet for movie night. As you knock the door, you hear shuffling and muffled whispers. It’s Jungkook who opens the door to greet you with a close-lipped smile.

“Hey,” he says, pulling the door wider to let you through. “We were just starting.”

As you slip your shoes off and turn the corner to the living room, you catch the unmistakable head of turquoise hair lounging on the couch facing away from you. Immediately, you pull Jungkook in front of you and whisper, “What the hell! Jin said Tae wouldn’t be here!”

“He changed his mind. What’s the big deal?”

“I have to go,” you panic, spinning towards the door to retreat back to your car to hide.

Jungkook grabs your arm, hauling you back. “No way! The movie is just starting.”

“Y/N.”

Jungkook releases your arm for you to turn and face Taehyung. You want to run, scream, maybe faint. God, you aren’t prepared for this at all.

“Hi,” you breathe, averting your eyes towards Jungkook for help, but he heads back to the couch instead. That leaves you and Taehyung, standing in the dark hall, alone.

“We have to talk.”

“I don’t think we should do this here.” The rest of the boys are only ten feet away, you don’t want anyone finding out. Who knows what kind of rift it would cause?

“Why not? Are you afraid the guys will hear about how we slept-”

You slap your hands over his mouth, abruptly cutting off the rest of his sentence. “Shh, not here!” You plead, looking around for a safer place to discuss things. You drag him to Namjoon’s room at the end of the hall, furthest away from the living room.

As you push him inside, you silently shut the door behind you. Taehyung flips the light switch and gives you an expectant look. He edges closer, leading you back until you’re touching the door.

“Tell me the truth,” he rasps, “Do you think it was a mistake?”

The proximity between your bodies is tempting. His hand crawls up your arm until he’s cupping your neck to make you look up. The heat radiating is enough to make you sweat.

“Yes,” you squeak, turning your head away from his, unable to look at him any longer. He leans his forehead against yours, lips only centimeters away from the corner of yours.

“I don’t believe you,” he growls, gripping your chin to force you to face him.

“What do you want me to say?” You whimper, trying to figure out what he’s asking for.

“I want you to tell me the truth,” he repeats, the intensity of his gaze becoming heavier with each second you stay silent.

Tell him the truth, you think. There’s no going back now. He has you cornered, literally, and won’t let you go until you confess.

You swipe your tongue across your lower lip, admitting, “F-Fine! If I tell you h-how I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me or how badly I want you again—will you give it up?” You screw your eyes shut, embarrassed by the words that tumbled out of your mouth without a second thought. “Fuck, I just-”

His lips roughly connect with yours as he cups your face in his hands, silencing you from saying anything more. You're startled by his action, confused but aroused by the determination he seems to hold into this kiss.

Your fingers comb their way through his blue locks and your other hand runs down the expanse of his chest to his navel. A spark travels through you as his tongue swipes across your lower lip. The familiar wetness between your legs as his hands slowly slide down to your back returns, reminding you of that night.

You’re not thinking, just feeling his hands making a path down the column of your spine as you arch into him naturally. As you press yourself against him, the apparent bulge in his jeans touches your core.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, peeling himself away from your clinging fingertips. His alluring gaze guides your feet over to the bed. You relax on Namjoon’s duvet, letting your hands run along the white peaks of his sheets.

Taehyung stalks over to you like a wolf catching prey with a lethal glint in his eyes. He’s out for flesh and blood with the desire to devour you whole.

“Lay back, baby, I’ll make you feel good,” he promises. You don’t doubt his abilities, feeling a rush of adrenaline flood your body as your head hits the pillows. “You remember how my fingers felt.”

You nod breathlessly, watching his hands move to unbutton your pants and slide them off, leaving just your white panties on.

He groans lowly, eyeing your legs, “God, you’re fucking-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead choosing to dig into his back pocket to retrieve his sleek black phone. You raise your head at the sound of a click as he unlocks it.

“What are you doing?”

“Relax, these are for my eyes only. I’d never let anyone else see you like this because,” Taehyung swiftly pulls down your panties, eliciting a yelp from you, “this is all mine.”

He dips down to your glistening heat, pulling apart your thighs with his phone still clutched in one hand. He hungrily eyes your core, angling the phone before your pink folds and snapping a memorable photo for safe keeping. After a few more clicks, you feel his prodding finger run up your entrance, gathering a drop of your juices.

You whine, pleading for something more, “Tae, please.”

Taehyung absentmindedly runs his finger up and down, watching as you squirm. “Can I record you too?” He asks, sucking in his bottom lip as he looks down at you. His phone clutched in hand, hovering over your core.

You trust Taehyung with every fiber of your being that he would never let any of these photos meet anyone else’s eyes. He’s your best friend, of course, you trust him.

“Yes,” you consent, wanting nothing more than for him to continue touching you. He gets back to work without another precious second wasted, one hand positions the phone in front of your soaked pussy and the other begins rubbing mind-numbing circles on your clit.

Your hips buck instantly with a wanton moan falling from your lips, “T-Tae- Oh!”

One slender finger enters you without warning, steadily pumping and curling against your tight walls. Your knees bend as your feet struggle to stay planted on the mattress. The camera focused between your thighs have you squirming, he’s catching every second of your writhing and whining.

“Stay still for me, sweetheart, you look so good like this. If the guys saw you…” he groans.

Your eyes snap open. Oh god, the boys, you totally forgot they were here. You clamp your mouth shut, hoping your previous moans weren’t loud enough to arouse suspicion. His finger continues pumping inside of you, and you struggle to keep your moans in. They come out as short whines instead.

Taehyung pouts, noticing the lack of reaction, “Where did those pretty moans go?”

You bite your lip, refusing to let them go and shaking your head. If one of them walks in…

“Come on, moan for me,” he demands, increasing his pace and sliding another finger in. You gasp from the intrusion, but don’t let another moan escape you. He discards the phone onto the bed, leaning over your body, pressing his weight against you. His hand grabs your chin, forcing his thumb into your mouth, prying your lips apart. “Who gives a fuck if the boys are listening. I want to hear you scream.”

“Ah!” Your jaw falls slack as he adds a third finger suddenly, stretching you out. You cry out from absolute pleasure.

He leans back, smirking and satisfied with your cries, “That’s better.” He continues his relentless pace, slamming his fingers into you and hitting the perfect spot with his slender fingers. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers filling up your tight pussy.”

“Yes, feels so good,” you moan, back arching off the mattress. He makes you feel on fire with his husky words and sinful touches. You dig your fingers into the cotton white sheets, knuckles turning white as the euphoric feeling in your abdomen begins to build.

As if sensing your orgasm quickly approaching, he edges you on, “Come for me, baby. Let go.”

You clench around his three fingers, bucking your hips to meet his pounding fingers and crying his name as you climax. “Ah, Tae,” you chant his name, pleasure flooding your body.

He slows down his fingers until they still inside you. His lidded gaze travels from your pussy to your heaving chest, and then your blown up pupils. His fingers gently ease out of you and he brings your savory juices to his lips, capturing his fingers in his mouth for a taste.

Your jaw drops as he releases a throaty moan after he pops his fingers back out licked clean.

“Perfect,” he purrs, leaning over to kiss you with of your essence still lingering on his lips. “Fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

You snap your head back as if he’s just hit you. “W-What?”

“I said I love you.” He shrugs off, leaning in for another kiss.

You completely push him off, scrambling to sit up as he huffs and sits back on his calves. “Yeah, you did I heard you the first time. But do you really mean it?”

He looks baffled, shaking his head and pressing you back down to the bed. “Of course I mean it. That’s what I’ve been trying to talk to you about since Saturday, but you kept ignoring me.”

You feel like an idiot. This whole time he’s been trying to tell you how he’s felt and you kept running the other direction, too scared to face the feelings that he has shared all along.

A grin forms on your face, pulling his face closer to you until your noses are nearly touching. “I love you too, Taehyung.”

#bts #bts smut #taehyung smut #btssmutclub #kwritersworldnet #btsguild #bangtanarmynet #bts drabble #bts scenario #bts reaction #taehyung x reader #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction

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panicroom01 · 5 years ago

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You belong with me (Connor Murphy x reader)

Summary: This is based off of the song "you belong with me" by Taylor Swift, basically the reader has a crush on Connor, but he's taken by someone already and the reader is also Connor's best friend, idk if this has been done before but I was sleeping and this idea somehow popped up and I had to do it!

Requested? Nope, but I wish it was lmao, and requests ARE open so please send me stuff to write about.

TW: slight cursing, slightly abusive relationship, Connor gets cheated on, Connor's Gf is a bitch, other than that it's fluff, shitty Writing, oh and the reader's female, sorry.

Word count: (without lyrics) 1,629 - 1,831 (with lyrics)

You lived next to Connor Murphy, not only that but you and him were best friends since the second grade, but you two could see each other out your windows!

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, she doesn't get your humor like I do."

Speaking of the long haired stoner, you could see that he was on the phone with who you could only assume was his girlfriend. It appeared he was trying to reason to her, probably about something he said earlier, you'd seen them earlier that day talking and he made some joke that would probably offend some people and she scolded him telling him that they'd talk about it later.

"I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like and she'll never know your story like I do"

What were you doing? Well you were sketching drawings in your room, you were listening to the kinds of music his girlfriend wouldn't approve of, Taylor Swift, Musical shit, and probably a bit of punk rock. As you watched Connor try to defend himself you couldn't help but feel bad for him, you were his closet friend, he told you everything, he trusted you with so much, and it hurt you to know she was probably yelling at him for something he said as a joke, it wasn't right, she didn't even know his home-life so it got you frustrated, you knew his life, you knew just about everything there was to know about him, you had known that in the past he tried to talk to her about it but she wasn't listening and was going off about how her life was so hard, which it wasn't.

Once Connor had gotten hung up on and he noticed that you were watching you grabbed a sketchbook which you used to talk to him through the window, sure you both had phones and each other's numbers but it was better to do talk to him this way, you grabbed a marker and wrote "you ok?" He grabbed the sketchbook that he used to communicate with you and replied with "Just tired of the drama" you responded with "Sorry" Connor simply shrugged and got up, you hadn't noticed him get up since you were already writing "I love you" on your sketchbook, once you had looked up to show it to him you realized he left and closed the blinds.

"She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts, she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers"

It was now the next day, Wednesday, as the day went by you hadn't seen the handsome stoner boy at all, however you were stopped in the hall by his girlfriend who was captain of the cheerleaders, No one really knew how Connor had ended up with her, she was a fake bitch, Connor was a sweetheart, Connor was what the school called a 'freak' (even though you never saw him that way) and she was popular, anyways, once she stopped you in the hall she looked you dead in the eyes and said "I don't know or care what you are to Connor but stay away from him, bitch" she said and walked away, you were completely confused what did she mean by that, whatever you just shrugged it off and continued on with your day.

"Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey isn't this easy?"

It was now Thursday, you and Connor were walking around town after school talking like friends do, you didn't bring up what happened with you and his girlfriend the previous day, instead you and him were chatting about the good ol' days, you didn't get nervous or flustered around Connor, he just calmed your nerves, he was so easy to talk to, and he just made you smile so much, you had definitely fallen for your best friend, you and Connor had sat down on a park bench your head rested on his shoulder as he talked to you about how much he wished his home life could be different, and cracking the occasional joke, then his girlfriend pulled up in her car, you had no clue on how she managed to find you two, she just did, she shot you a glare and smiled fakly at Connor "come on babe, I have cheer practice today you promised me you'd come watch" she whined "shit, I forgot, sorry [Y/N] I gotta go, see ya later" he said frowning, you sighed "it's fine, Connor, just go, spend time with your girlfriend" you said, looking down, Connor apologized to you again and got in her car, she had made a point to hug and kiss him in front of you as if she was trying to remind you that Connor was hers, you had sighed once again and got up from the bench and began walking home.

"And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down, You say your fine, I know you better then that, Hey what you doing with a girl like that?"

You were in your room now thinking about Connor, you wished he hadn't gone with her but you didn't know how to stop him from it, she was a demon, you wondered how a sweet guy like Connor could end up with her, you didn't know, all you really knew was she and him were going to prom together. You just wanted Connor to be happy, and you knew for a fact he wasn't happy with her, she wasn't right for him, Connor was a genuine guy, well at least he was to you, but she was an absolute witch, you knew they wouldn't be good for each other, Connor didn't deserve to be treated like that, he already had a rough life at home and he didn't need her to ridicule everything he did like Larry, about an hour went by and Connor still hadn't returned to his house so you texted him.

From [Y/N]:

Hey, Connor, you alright?

From Con:

Yeah I'm just peachy

From [Y/N]:

C'mon Con I know you better than that, what's up?

From Con:

You wouldn't understand

From [Y/N]:

Try me, I've been your best friend since second grade

From Con:

She cheated on me [Y/N]

From [Y/N]:

That bitch. Wanna talk about it?

Then your messages stopped, Connor didn't reply, you felt awful for Connor, he was cheated on by his now presumably ex girlfriend, but thankfully she was now out of his life and couldn't hurt him anymore, and you'd be there every step of the way for Connor.

"If you can see that I'm the one who understands you, Been here all along so why can't you see, You belong with me"

It was now Friday, prom night Connor was in a black suit with his navy blue tie, you guessed Cynthia was making him go anyways even if he had just been cheated on. Your crush held up his sketchbook for you to see, he was asking "you going?" Which caused you to grab your sketchbook and write "no, I'm studying" Connor responded with "that sucks, I wish you were going, it'd be so much better" and just like that he left for prom and you realized that you should probably run after him, you had gotten a navy blue dress to match his tie, a pearl necklace, and some heels, all of which were lended to you from your mom, you were thankful that she let you take her stuff for prom. You had then arrived at prom in your mom's car, with a folded piece of paper, you had stepped into the school, you were late, but all that mattered was you were there, you called out for Connor, thankfully he saw you and made his way through the crowd, he'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his life, his ex got in the way trying to beg him to take her back but he wasn't having any of it, so he lightly shoved her off to the side and continued his way towards you, once he had gotten to you he smiled "[Y/N], you look, stunning, you're beautiful" you smiled and blushed lightly, he always complimented you but this time it felt different "thank you Connor" you replied. You had eventually unfolded the piece of paper and it read 'I love you' Connor smirked and pulled out a piece of paper he folded inside his suit it read 'I love you' like yours, you immediately ran towards him, wrapping each other in your arms "I love you so much Con" you said and he gave you a quick peck on the lips and tapped your nose "I love you more [Y/N/N]" you giggled and rested your head on his shoulder "Not possible, Murphy" he grinned "well, you might be a future Murphy when high school's done with, so calling me Murphy will only work for now" he teased and held you in his arms. You were happy that you and him were together now, no, you were ecstatic to be with him.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, I had a fun time writing this, it's not that good but I'm still happy with how it turned out, feel free to reblog it with any constructive criticism!

#connor murphy x reader #You belong with me #dear evan hansen fanfic #connor murphy #fluff #idk what else to add

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atc74 · 5 years ago

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Anything You Can Do

Square(s) Filled: Girl Power for @spnfluffbingo2019

Warnings: playground antics, flirting, fluff, ahhh, IDK, it’s fun! Implied sex as payment (it’s REALLY not what you think)

Summary: Jared opens his man-child mouth and it’s on! It’s a karaoke battle for the ages and the ladies are in it to win it! But, when this crew shows up, there are no losers!

Pairing: Reader x past OC, Rob x Reader, Jensen x Briana

Word Count: 4455

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019

Beta’d by: @alleiradayne who was crazy enough to support this idea from the beginning and my dear @amanda-teaches, whom I would be lost without.

A/N: I wanted to do something really fun and who of us wouldn’t be up for some of this on a Friday night???!!!! All the songs were painstakingly chosen for reasons. There are also some shameless plugs for my boys Louden Swain.

Also a shout out to my friend Beth @brooksba, who took all the amazing photos found in the graphic below!

It was a rare convention weekend when all the guests showed up on a Friday. The green room was fuller than normal as Jensen, Jared, Rob, Rich, Briana, Kim, Y/N, Ruth and the boys from the band sat around shooting the breeze. The green room always had a relaxed and playful atmosphere and this time was no different.

“Oh come on! You cannot burp the alphabet!” Jared scoffed as Briana picked up a warm soda from the table and opened it.

“Why, cause I’m a girl?” she challenged him and the room exploded with the disbelief of all those in attendance that Jared dare say such a thing to her, or any of the women on the convention circuit.

“Well,” Jared looked around sheepishly, waiting for someone to help him.

“Nope. You’re on your own with this one pal!” Rich slapped him on the back. “You have awakened the beast.”

“I just mean, you’re little and…” Jared tried to come up with another reason. Christ, Gen was going to kill him when he got home.

“I may be little but I am fierce, Jarpad,” Briana grinned and chugged the soda. It wasn’t long before a symphony of belches in the form of the alphabet song erupted from her. “Anything you can do I can do better. I can do anything better than you.” She sang as she high fived Kim and Y/N.

“No, no, no. Not this again,” Jensen chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah! I am so down for this. And this time, a wager perhaps?” Rich went into full on emcee mode. “What do y’all say about a battle for the ages? A karaoke battle, if you will. It is Friday after all.”

“Yesss!” The women shouted.

“Winner picks the losers costume for the next convention?” Rich continued, knowing he had the ladies all in for this. “Fellas? You gonna back down from a challenge?”

“Hell no! I’m in!” Matt Cohen raised his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll do it. I mean, I am a professional,” Rob joined him, making eye contact with Y/N shyly across the room.

“Can’t leave my fearless leader in the wind. I’ll do it,” Mike Borja threw his proverbial hat in the ring, looking at the last three.

“Don’t look at me! I don’t sing!” Jared backed away slowly.

Jensen glanced to Jason, then back to the women, all with shit eating grins on their faces. “I’m probably gonna regret this, but okay. Jason and I are in.”

“Wait, how did I get wrapped into this? I’m not an idiot like Jared!” Jason defended.

“No, but you are a team player buddy and we need you if we’re going to stand a chance,” Jensen replied, looking to Briana with a wink.

“Splendid! The rules are simple. I, and only I, will pick your songs. No one else will know what you are singing but me. Now, go. Be gone. Out damn spot!” Rich grinned ear to ear as he pulled out his phone, making the most epic list of his convention career.

~*~

“Y/N, girl, are you gonna tell him or not?” Briana asked her pointedly when they got to Briana’s room to get ready for the Karaoke Party.

“Yeah, did you see the way he was looking at you?” Kim chimed in.

“You guys, I just ended a really bad relationship and he’s my friend,” Y/N said. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“Then don’t. Just ruin him for all other women!” Ruth giggled.

“Oh my god Ruthie!” Y/N hid her flushed face behind her hands.

“And may I point out that you didn’t ‘just’ end that relationship. It’s been over for weeks officially,” Kim reminded her.

“And you gotta get back on that horse sometime. No time like the present I say!” Briana laughed.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re an overachiever! Just go out there tonight and be amazing; sing your rock song. This is real life, babe and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a leg up on him and he won’t know what hit him!” Kim encouraged.

“All’s fair in love and war and karaoke battles,” Ruth chirped. “This is how you’ll win the big one, Y/N, ready steady.”

“Okay, okay okay! I get it. Gosh, you all sure know a lot of their songs,” Y/N rolled her eyes as Briana dragged her in the bathroom to curl her hair.

“Aha! You know all the songs, too!” Kim shouted.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N smiled at Briana in the mirror.

“You’re gonna knock his socks off,” she smiled back.

~*~

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Karaoke! Boy oh boy, do we have a special treat for y’all tonight! During some green room antics earlier, a challenge has been issued,” Rich paused, waiting for the audience to quiet some and let him finish his intro. “Tonight, with you good people as witnesses, will be a battle to battle all battles! The ladies versus the men

of Supernatural will battle it out for bragging rights right here on this stage!!”

The crowd exploded in cheers and applause. Rich drew a slip of paper from the bowl and the first few fans sang their songs to roaring applause. Briana, Kim, Rich, Rob and Matt all joined in on stage for the fun.

“Please may I get a warm welcome for Miss Y/N Y/L/N!” Rich announced.

Y/N walked through the curtain, kissing him lightly on the cheek and whispering in his ear. “I know what you’re doing Rich. I’ll get you back for this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about darlin’. Now go, sing!” Rich shooed her from his side.

The beat started and Y/N started rocking her body with its rhythm. “Yeah!”

“I’m coming up so you better get this party started!

I’m coming up so you better get this party started!

Get this party started on a Friday night

Everybody’s waiting for me to arrive

Sending out the message to all of my friends…”

The crowd was going wild, bouncing and singing along as Y/N worked them into a frenzy with her first song of the evening. If this was any indication of how the night would go, she didn’t care who won, she was having a damn good time, and she made sure the crowd was too as she finished her song.

“Well, well, well, I guess we really got this party started now!” Rich laughed, pulling another name from the bowl.

“Please give it up for Miss Briana Buckmaster!” Rich shouted as Briana walked forward.

Briana took center stage in front of the screen. She was holding her breath, praying Rich didn’t pick something lame. When the screen lit up and the music started, she gave it everything, knowing they had this shit in the bag.

“Step back gonna come at ya fast

I’m driving out of control

And getting ready to crash

Won’t stop shaking up what I can

I serve it up in a shot

So suck it down like a man

So baby yes I know what I am

And no I don’t give a damn

And you’ll be loving it up

Some days I’m a super bitch

Up to my old tricks

But it won’t last forever

Next day I’m your supergirl

Out to save the world

And it keeps gettin’ better…”

From the first word, the crowd was loving it and singing along with her. Jensen watched discreetly from the side of the stage, cursing Jared for opening his gigantic mouth, but loving the view. Man that girl could sing! And the way she moved…mesmerizing, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It definitely keeps getting better.

Briana finished off her song and Rich stepped up to announce the next name. “You know, Robby, we’ve been doing this for how long? Four, five, sixty years?”

“Oh about sixty I think, from how old I feel at the end of a convention weekend,” Rob quipped, the audience breaking out in laughter.

“And never, in all that time, has this next person ever, ever, graced us with his presence on a Friday night. Did you know that?” Rich asked Rob.

“Never, ever?” Rob repeated.

“Never. So without further ado, please welcome to the karaoke stage for the first time EVER, Mr. Jensen Ackles!” Rich stepped away, letting Jensen saunter on the stage. The crowd was deafening and could not believe that Jensen would not only attend the Karaoke party, but actually participate!

“Thanks buddy. Don’t make me make you regret this,” he chuckled as the music started and he shook his head. He looked to the side and made eye contact with Briana, a knowing grin on her face.

“Revvin’ up your engine

Listen to her howlin’ roar

Metal under tension

Beggin’ you to touch and go

Highway to the danger zone

Ride into the danger zone

Headin’ into twilight

Spreadin’ out her wings tonight

She got you jumpin’ off the track

And shovin’ into overdrive…”

Jensen was never one for karaoke, but loved to sing and did so with everything he had. The song, while not special to him in any way, held a new meaning after tonight. He looked out among the crowd and was energized by them.

“Out along the edges

Always where I burn to be

The further on the edge

The hotter the intensity…”

Jensen closed out his song with vigor, feeding off the fans, much like he does at a Saturday Night Special Concert. He tossed Rich his microphone and practically bounced off backstage.

“Robby, I think you know what I’m going to say,” Rich paused for dramatic effect.

“Rich, I might play God on television, but I don’t know what you’re going to say. I might actually be afraid of what you’re going to say,” Rob turned to face the audience, a knowing look on his face.

“Well Bobbo, we’re gonna turn it up a notch. Please put your dirty little hands together for the one, the only, Miss Kim Rhodes!” Rich roared and the crowd went nuts. Kim ran out onto the stage, a smile splitting her face from ear to ear. She was always a fan favorite at karaoke and Rich knew with the song he picked, this would be no different.

As soon as the music started, Kim threw her arms in the air and started stomping her feet along with the beat.

“County road two thirty-three under my feet

Nothin’ on this white rock but little ol’ me

I’ve got two miles till he makes bail

And if I’m right, we’re headed straight for hell

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he’s got one

And he ain’t seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don’t that sound like a real man?

I’m going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead…”

“Come on! I can’t hear you!” Kim screamed. “Let’s make sure everyone knows we’re having a fucking good time tonight!”

“Well, it’s half past ten, another six-pack in

And I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind

He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies

He don’t know what’s waiting here this time

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he’s got one

And he ain’t seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don’t that sound like a real man?

I’m going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead…”

The decibels were so high, it was a miracle anyone could hear anything after Kim finished, whipping the crowd into an even higher gear.

“Well, Kim really knows how to put on a show doesn’t she? You think she gets that from Zach and Cody?” Rich turned to Rob, who could only shake his head at his friend.

“I will end you Speight,” Kim’s voice carried through the PA system.

“Well Bobbo, I guess it’s your turn!” Rich quickly got back to business.

“Well this should be fun,” Rob commented, waiting somewhat awkwardly for the music to queue.

Now, the Black Crowes were a good band, a great band, but Rob wasn’t sure if this was the kind of message he wanted to send. But he undoubtedly knew it was exactly the message Rich wanted him to send.

“Baby here I am

I’m the man on the scene

I can give you what you want

But you gotta’ come home with me

“Girl, you have no idea how into you he is,” Briana cooed, her red lips just inches from Y/N’s flushed cheeks. “I couldn’t have picked a better song myself.” She just smiled, throwing her arm over her friend’s shoulders as she watched Rob work his magic on the crowd, and Y/N.

I have got some good old lovin’

And I got some more in store

When I get through throwin’ it on

You gotta’ come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen

That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’

Pretty little thing, let me light your candle

‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir'am

Action speaks louder than words

And I’m a man of great experience

I know you’ve got another man

But I can love you better than him

At first Rob felt dirty singing this, knowing Richard’s intent behind it, but by the end, stealing glances at Y/N throughout the song, Rob threw caution to the wind. He ran to the side of the stage and sang directly to her. It was no secret to everyone that Rob had a giant crush on her. It was only lost on her. Maybe he could get her to notice.

Take my hand don’t be afraid

I’m gonna prove every word I say

I’m advertising love for free

So you can place your ad with me

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen

That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’

Pretty little thing, let me light your candle

'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir'am…”

Y/N was blushing furiously, her mouth agape as Kim and Bri led her backstage for her next song. She looked like she could use a stiff drink. Or two. Ruthie was headed out just as they walked in. She winked at Y/N and skipped behind the curtain as Rich called her name.

Ruth was a great entertainer and sang a fun filled rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, getting the whole crowd involved, even pulling a few fans up on the stage. Mike Borja even joined the fun, then followed it up with ZZ Top’s Sharp Dressed Man. The crowd went wild for Matt Cohen as usual when he came out rapping Macklemore’s Can’t Hold Us like a beast and Jason slowed it down a bit with Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down.

“We’ve got a few more songs for you good people tonight and I know I appreciate you letting these fools take over your karaoke party. Whaddya say we get Jensen back out here?” Rich addressed the screaming fans and it got even louder when Jensen made his way back through the curtain. “Oh Ackles, you’re gonna love this one!”

Jensen gave everybody the most epic bitch face that ever bitched when he realized what song was playing. But, ever the consummate performer, he rolled with it and knocked it out of the park in a way that only Jensen can do.

This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one for them hood girls

Them good girls straight masterpieces

Stylin’, wilin’, livin’ it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself, I’m so pretty

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Called a police and a fireman

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Make a dragon wanna retire man

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Say my name you know who I am

I’m too hot (hot damn)

And my band 'bout that money, break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)

'Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

Don’t believe me just watch (come on)

Briana watched from the wings, her skin heating up as she watched Jensen dance his dorky self across the stage, high-fiving fans, slapping Rich on the ass and stealing Borja’s hat. He could never pretend to be grumpy for long, and she got the feeling he was loving the whole experience and getting closer to the fans that the normal concert allows.

Before we leave

Lemme tell y'all a lil’ something

Uptown funk you up

Uptown funk you up uh

I said uptown funk you up

Uptown funk you up

“You better go jump on that!” Kim pushed her out onto the stage just as Jensen made his way over to where they were standing. Briana stumbled right into Jensen, but he easily caught her with one strong arm and pulled her with him to center stage. Briana was never a shy one and she wasted no time doing her worst as Jensen finished the song out, his eyes never leaving her grinding body on the stage next to him.

Come on, dance, jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

If you freaky then own it

Don’t brag about it, come show me

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

Well it’s Saturday night and we in the spot

Don’t believe me just watch come on!

“Well that was incredible wasn’t it? Watching two of the world’s most beautiful people get their freak on in front of a couple hundred people? But damn if it wasn’t a good time!” Rich laughed, his body rolling forward as Jensen and Briana made their way off stage. “Oh no Miss Buckmaster! You get that fine ass back here! Might as well bring him with.”

“Richie, can I at least pick?” Briana pouted, standing close enough so only RIch could hear her.

“Oh no sweet cheeks! The whole idea was for me to pick the songs!” Rich reminded her. “Besides, the ladies are totally killing it!”

“Yeah, we are!” she smiled. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Briana killed Whitney’s I’m Every Woman, all the ladies coming out to join her, as they tormented the men, Jason even pulling Jared on stage, so he could see how they were getting beat down by a bunch of girls.

“Brother, it doesn’t matter the competition, women will win every day of the week and twice on Sundays,” Jason slapped him on the shoulder as he headed off stage. “I need a drink.”

“So Rich tells me I’m up for another one. Hit it Maestro,” Y/N smiled. The music started and she knew she had Rich to thank. This song had become her anthem. He had been a good friend and better listener over the last several months and she was grateful for him, grateful for all of them. She could never picture her life without the crazy family she had found.

“This is for every single one of you that has been through hell and came out the other side…like a Winchester,” she grabbed the microphone and readied herself.

“You know the bed feels warmer

Sleeping here alone

You know I dream in color

And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me

Think you had the last laugh

Bet you think that everything good is gone

Think you left me broken down

Think that I’d come running back

Baby you don’t know me, 'cause you’re dead wrong

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter

Footsteps even lighter

Doesn’t mean I’m over 'cause you’re gone…”

Y/N laughed as she danced around the stage, much like she did alone in her apartment or trailer. She finally felt like herself again.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger

Just me, myself and I

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

Thanks to you I got a new thing started

Thanks to you I’m not the broken-hearted

Thanks to you I’m finally thinking 'bout me

You know in the end the day I left was just my beginning

In the end

Bouncing around the stage, Y/N closed out the song to a standing ovation and ringing ears. She had never felt lighter. She hugged Rich, giving back the microphone. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I ain’t done yet,” he winked at her. “Robbie, you’re up buddy!”

As soon as the title card hit the screen on stage, Rob groaned internally. The audience picked up the whistling for the first 45 seconds as Rob gave his best friend a piece of his mind, a smile on his face all the while.

“Rich! What are you doing? You totally set me up for this. I’m going to kill you in your sleep, just so you know!”

“Ohhh Bobbo, you’ll thank me in the morning and we both know it. Everyone knows it. Now focus and sing Axl!” Rich slapped Rob’s ass before ducking off stage. Rob looked around and caught Ruth and Y/N off to the side, slowly swaying to the tune.

“Shed a tear 'cause I’m missin’ you

I’m still alright to smile

Girl, I think about you every day now

Was a time when I wasn’t sure

But you set my mind at ease

There is no doubt you’re in my heart now

Said “woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine”

All we need is just a little patience

Said “sugar make it slow and we’ll come together fine”

All we need is just a little patience (Patience)

Mm, yeah

I sit here on the stairs

'Cause I’d rather be alone

If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear

Sometimes I get so tense but I can’t speed up the time

But you know love there’s one more thing to consider

Said “woman take it slow and things will be just fine”

You and I’ll just use a little patience

Said “sugar take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright”

You and I’ve got what it takes to make it

We won’t fake it, I’ll never break it

'Cause I can’t take it…”

Y/N left Ruth’s side and strolled to where Rob stood center stage, his hand wrapped tightly around the microphone, his eyes closed as he whistled the quick few notes. When he opened his eyes, he found her right beside him.

Little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah

Need a little patience, yeah

Just a little patience, yeah

Some more patience, yeah

I’ve been walking the streets at night

Just trying to get it right

It’s hard to see with so many around

You know I don’t like being stuck in the crowd

And the streets don’t change but maybe the names

I ain’t got time for the game 'cause I need you

Yeah, yeah, yeah but I need you

Oh, I need you

Ooh this time

Rob looked down at the end of the song, the ballroom booming with cheers and applause, to find Y/N’s hand clasped tightly in his.

“All you needed was a little patience,” she smiled up at him.

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear,” Rob admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Take it slow and things will be just fine,” she squeezed his hand and they rushed off the stage, only to be besieged by their friends.

“I knew it!” Kim threw her hands up in victory.

“Well that took longer than it should have,” Ruth giggled, sashaying back to the refreshments.

Y/N watched as Jared and Matt both slapped twenties in Jason’s hand.

“You bet on us?” Y/N asked, a mix of outrage and amusement as she looked among her friends, her hand still in Rob’s. His face was somewhere between pride, joy and shame.

“Hell yeah we did,” Jensen chimed in. “Now pay up Buckmaster!”

“I’m fresh out of cash, Ackles. Sorry,” she swayed towards him.

He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to him. “ I can think of plenty of ways you can work it off.” His deep timbre practically a growl before he kissed her.

Catcalls could be heard out on the stage no doubt. Rich poked his head through the curtain. “I missed it?”

“Told ya you would!” Kim hollered, holding out her hand. Rich, Mike, Y/N and Ruth all slipped her their payment. “Jas and I cleaned up. Come on folks, first rounds on us!”

“I guess it was a wager in more ways than one tonight, huh?” Rob chuckled, turning to face Y/N, a smile lighting up his face.

“Our friends may have bet on us, but I’m still a winner,” she grinned, lifting her chin to meet his baby blues.

“Yeah? How so?” he asked.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I got the guy, but I am still missing my winnings,” she stepped closer, mere inches separated them and she could feel the heat emanating from his lean body.

“What winnings are those?” he whispered, closing the distance even more.

“I still need your payment on the Buckles bet,” she reminded him.

“Oh yeah, what do I owe you again?” he feigned innocence.

“Let me think,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a sweet and slightly heated first kiss. “I think about a thousand more of those would be a good start.”

“Seems like a steep wager, Miss Y/L/N,” Rob quipped. “But I think I’d like to up the ante.”

“You’re on. Just remember, anything you can do, I can do better,” she giggled under his steady gaze.

“It’s going to be a fun weekend,.” Rob mumbled, grabbing her by the neck and kissed her harder this time, leaving her breathless and wanting more. He pulled away, her lips chasing his. “Patience, my dear. Just a little patience.”

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aqvarius · 5 years ago

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don’t let me go - hyogo kaga

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“I can’t do this anymore.”

My voice trembles but I keep my expression steadfast as I stare at Kaga. The sky outside is unfairly pretty, vibrant orange and purple with cotton candy clouds drifting by carelessly.

“What the fuck are you on about?” He asks, meeting my gaze with an irritated one of his own.

I pelt the crumpled sheet of paper at him, but he catches it neatly with one hand and zero effort. It infuriates me.

He unfolds the sheet and curses when he sees the contents. It’s a copy of the memo he sent to Mizuki, that SHIBA consultant. It explains everything I’ve been worrying about: why he hasn’t called me to see him, why the smell of some other woman’s perfume hovers in the fabric of his suit, why he’s been unable to stop a smirk from rising to his face when he checks his phone.

Kaga is never like this with any other woman. It would be one thing if he was just investigating her for a case, but my chest tightens agonisingly when I remember those words etched into my brain.

I could use someone like you. Lord knows you’d be better than my current dog.

I press my tongue to the back of my throat to stop tears from prickling my eyes. She’s more capable of being his partner than I ever will be and the past few weeks of stewing has just cemented this. I look like a fool pining over this man who will never love me the way I do him while I hear Shinonome and Kurosawa laughing over how taken Kaga is with this new woman and see Goto and Soma’s pitying smiles.

“I got the message,” I spit out tiredly, throwing up my hands in an act of resignation. “Your pawn, your dog, your woman, whatever. I’m done with it all.”

As I turn to leave, Kaga’s glare turns from irritation to something darker. He reaches out and grabs me, one hand clenched around my chin, the other around my upper arm. My heart pounds and aches as he pulls my body close to his in a vicelike grip. He’s held me like this so many times, as both an intimidation tactic and an act of intimacy. He stares me down, looming over me, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with a quiet fury. Instead of meeting his stare as usual, I cast my gaze down to the floor, but Kaga forces my head up with that Iron Claw of his.

My throat burns when his eyes finally capture mine. Looking at him knocks the breath out of me painfully, as though I’ve been hit by a van. I can’t bear to think of him holding another woman like this and the image of it makes those tears I’ve been holding back finally pool in my eyes. The setting sun burning an orange streak of light onto Kaga’s face is so beautiful that the acrid taste of despair floods the back of my throat.

“Let go,” I say weakly. When it comes down to it, Kaga is undoubtedly a one-woman man, and I’ve finally accepted that that woman isn’t me anymore. It should be easy enough for him to set me free.

But instead his grip only tightens as he glowers at me. I hate that part of me craves that bruising hold of his; Kaga has trained me too well to crave his touch and the realisation that it must be harder for me to leave him than for him to let me go fills me with bitter self-loathing.

“Let me go,” I repeat, this time with more conviction, jerking my face out of his hand. I narrow my eyes at him, but I know I must look pathetic, glaring up at the scariest man in the force with teary eyes and a quivering lower lip.

“Who said you could leave?” he bites out, voice low and dangerous.

Before I can reply, he lowers his head to mine and kisses me roughly, heatedly, holding me close to him as if the world is ending. He kisses me hard, over and over again, even as my tears spill from my eyes and wet his cheeks. He slides his hand along my jawline to hold my face again when he turns his head to find new ways for our lips to fit together, but this time his hand is so tender that it provokes the gathering of a fresh new wave of tears in my eyes. How unfair of him to suddenly be so kind at a moment like this. It only crushes my shattered heart more when I taste our kisses, bitter from his cigarettes and salty from my tears. My nose is beginning to become stuffed from crying and I shove at his chest to get some air, but he only pulls away when I’m panting and sniffling against his lips. The angled planes of his face are wet with my tear tracks and when he’s looking at me with that pained look in his eyes, it almost seems like Kaga has been crying with me.

“Who said you could leave?” he asks me again, wrath and urgency angrily colouring his tone.

I resist the urge to wipe those tears from his face. They don’t suit him. “You have her. You don’t need me anymore. Just do us both a favour and drop me like the worthless dog I am.”

That dark scowl returns as he backs me against the wall, but his large hand cupping my jaw is still unfairly gentle as it protects the back of my head from slamming against the wall. I can feel his pulse thundering as he pushes a firm, muscled leg between my own shaky ones.

Instead of replying to my words verbally, he captures my lips with his again, kissing me deeply as if to engrave his body onto mine. It’s a lesson and a punishment all in one, intense and desperate. Every time his mouth captures mine and then pulls back, even for a millisecond, I feel my heart tear as if it’ll be our last. What a dilemma, to be unable to be with this man and yet unable to be without him. Rays of sun-warmed light hit my cheek when he tugs at my lips with his, and the room is quiet except for the sounds of our kissing and the gentle wind whispering through the open door of Kaga’s balcony.

As if unable to bear our pained kisses any longer, Kaga drops his head to the junction between my neck and shoulder and sucks on the skin there, nipping with his teeth until I yelp and finally push him away.

Fury and frustration radiating from every inch of his body, he grabs me again and pulls me tight against him.

“I said I’m never letting you go.”

“I didn’t want you to let me go!” His frustration infects me as I cry at him, beating my fists against his chest. I thought I had resigned myself to leaving quietly and gracefully but being encircled by a master interrogator has drawn all my bubbling anger back to the surface. “I didn’t ask you to go after her.”

Finally drawing back slightly, he casts me another filthy glare as he yanks a small notebook out of his suit pocket and thrusts it at me impatiently. It’s already open to a page and my eyes, trained to read his scrawling hand, focus on some encircled words.

Mikoto Mizuki. CIA? MI6? EAC?

Oh.

My head spins as I recognise the acronyms of multiple spy agencies, as if a dense fog of cloud has suddenly vacated my mind but left behind a vast, swirling sky in its wake. Kaga knows I understand what this means, and I also suddenly realise that this is meant to be a confidential, maybe even independent, investigation.

I feel like such a fool, both for distrusting Kaga and for acting the way that I did without even confronting him properly. Returning him his notebook, I look down at the floor mutely and wait for my admonishment, but he pulls me into yet another embrace, resting his head atop mine. This time, I wrap my arms around his back.

“You’re so disloyal,” he mutters into my hair, but he sounds relieved somehow. “Dogs should know better than to distrust their masters.”

“Masters shouldn’t give their dogs reason to distrust them,” I say meekly.

He should be angry at me for doubting him, or at least for not talking to him about my worries. Instead, his previous ire has faded away and he looks down warily at me, like I’m a captured animal that’s about to scamper off back into the wild. And when he kisses me again, my heart swells at the gentleness of his lips pressing softly against mine and his arms holding me, soft yet firm, against him.

Outside, our cherry tomato plant, with freshly damp soil, blows peacefully in the soft breeze.

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okay so i don’t know that kaga would be yandere cause he defo doesn’t have the dere side down lol

but he’d definitely be PISSED

i feel like there are gaps in here and i should add more but eh

to the other anon who asked for a similar fic, i’m planning on writing this scene from kaga’s pov :D

also idk how to title fics sorry

#hyogo kaga #happy kaga week #hlitf #her love in the force #voltage #voltage inc #voltage inc fanfiction #voltage fanfic #hlitf fanfic #fanfiction #otome #otome game #snow writes

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rosegoldquintis · 6 years ago

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T-shirt

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word count: 1.5k (I haven't written this much in so long??)

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, drunkness, swearing, me trying to write ‘angst’ and Luke being a D I C K, bad ending?

A/N: Based on T-shirt by gnash!!! This sucks but I haven’t posted in a while and idk what to do with this blog anymore gang.

Also here’s my MASTERLIST

Faded red, short sleeves

I can't forget the way you looked without your jeans on

It's in my drawer and you're all I dream, so

I had to let you know you left it here with me

She couldn’t get the image out of her head. She tried and tried but nothing worked, so in the end she just gave up. He was still haunting her dreams and she was still deeply in love. He had just up and left one night when she confronted him about it.She had packed down everything that reminded her of Luke, everything except one shirt. It was a red button up which he loved seeding on Y/N. At first she didn’t remember why she left it hanging, so it wa soon forgotten. One day when she was cleaning out her closet which now seemed too big, she found it. It was hanging there, neatly beside her dresses and blouses.

“What are you doing to me Lu.” She said to herself as she held it in front of her. She picked up her phone and pressed the messages app, scrolled down and pressed the contact she was looking for. She started typing a message but before she pressed send she deleted all of it, closed the app and hung back the shirt.

It kills me to admit that I still want this bad

And I try to forget all the feelings I had

But each time that I look in my closet, I can't

'Cause I still got your t-shirt, do you want it back?

Sometimes Y/N would wear the shirt because she missed him, he was a big part of her life and she hated to admit it but she still loved him. Y/N had decided to get drunk on a Wednesday night because she was in pain. So here she was, after a couple of vodka shots and almost an entire bottle of wine, sitting in her closet and staring at that red fucking shirt. It had been almost a month since she found the red shirt hanging there. She would forget about the shirt and move on, but for the past week she found herself staring at the shirt. So tonight she grabbed her phone and looked through her contacts and when she came to the contact that read Lu❤️ she pressed call, after a few dial tones someone answered, the only problem was that it wasn’t her Luke who answered;

“Hello?” A woman's voice said

“Is Luke there?” Y/N whispered in a small voice.

“Who is this?” The woman asked, clearly very confused to why someone would call her lover at 1am.

“Can you just give him the fucking phone.” Y/N spat, not understanding why she had to explain herself.

“Tell me who you are and I’ll tell him that you cal-” Before the woman could finish her sentence Y/N hung up. Around 20 minutes later her phone vibrated on the floor next to her, she looked down and unlocked her phone.

‘Why did you call Y/N?’ the text read

'Cause I still got your shirt, do you want it back?’

I gave you love and all you did was leave first

Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt

I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Something 'bout the way I love you seems cursed

But I've learned karma tends to be a b-word

So, I hope you get everything you deserve

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Y/N never feel out of love with Luke, but when she caught him cheating she understood that he had fallen out of love with her. At first he didn’t know that Y/N had caught him in the act, so he pretended that everything was the same, which wasn’t very hard since he had done that for almost 6 months.

One night when they were sat on the sofa in Y/N small flat she looked at the love of her life and accidently said; “How Long Lu?” Luke looked away from the TV and looked at his girlfriend.

“What do you mean baby?” Even when those words left his pretty lips he knew deep down what she meant.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” Luke’s body stiffened at those words and so many questions filled his head, like how long had she known and why she didn’t say anything until now.

“You shouldn’t be hurt you know.” He said, that made Y/N furious. How could she not be hurt? She had left almost everything behind just so she could be with the man in front of her.

“I think I'm going to go now Y/N.”

Those were the last words he said to her before he left her flat.

For the next days Y/N wandered around her flat, picking up things that he had left behind, putting gifts in boxes and she even threw away some things. When all his things were organized in a box she grabbed a black marker and in big letters she wrote ‘SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY I LOVE YOU SEEMS CURSED, BUT I’VE LEARNED KARMA TENDS TO BE A BITCH. SO I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE’ The box was later shoved into a closet and soon forgotten about.

I'd burn it in a fire if I didn't know the smell

I'd bury it six feet deep if that would help

I'd hold onto it longer, but you don't like being held

So, I'd really like to see you so that maybe I could tell you

I gave you love and all you did was leave first

Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt

I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse

She tried to get rid of the shirt so many times but she was never able to fully commit. In the end of their relationship Luke seemed to avoid Y/N at all costs. She thought that she had done something to upset him but that was clearly not the case. A week after they had broke up Y/N tried to call him a couple of times, she even texted him, she needed to see him and talk to him. It’s so hard to just let someone go after spending so much together.

But he didn’t want to be around her anymore, he wanted to be with everyone but her. Over the years Y/N had became good friends with the rest of the boys in the band but they seemed to avoid her as well.

Y/N had never been a petty person but she still went and did the last thing she thought she’d do. It was a saturday evening at around 9pm, the sun would soon start setting for the night and she had downed a few drinks because alcohol was her only source of comfort right now. She put on the red button up that had been hanging in her closet, she sat down in front of her big mirror that she had in her living room, she snapped a few good photos and before she could really process what was going on she had posted it on her instagram.

The picture had a warm glow from the setting sun and you could see that she was wearing the red shirt. The caption she chose to have with the photo took the price, it read;

“Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt, I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse”

As soon as the comments came flooding in she turned them off, a while later she made her account private and around 2 days later she deleted her account. The only social medias she kept was her snapchat and her blog, she also kept her twitter but deleted the app from her phone.

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Something 'bout the way I love you seems cursed

But I've learned karma tends to be a b-word

So, I hope you get everything you deserve

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

“Hi Lu, so uh. it’s me again, so i know that you’re probably just deleting these but.” She paused and hiccuped a couple of times.

“I just had to let you know that i still love you very much. but you should know that you’re probably cursed. Because all you did hurt me. A lot” She took a few deep breaths as the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“So know that i love you very much but please keep in mind that karma is a bitch so i hope you get everything you deserve you pathetic idiot.” She looked at her closet and for the last time she took a few deep breaths and said: “You broke my heart into a million pieces and all i got was your stupid fucking shirt.” Then she hung up her phone and threw it on the bed beside her. And for the first time in two months she let herself cry.

Tagging some cool people: @panimation @notexactlylegal @lilbabycalum @glitterprincelu @benhardymazzello @softforcal @mathildahilda @perriwiinkle @babyplutoszx2

#luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke 5sos #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings fluff #5sos #5 seconds of summer

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