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ofbatsandballads · 3 months ago

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so it’s a day early but have a little Valentine’s Day with Jason drabble except reader is a bit unhinged and very in love with Jason. inspired by me getting split knuckles and thinking “wow this would be so much cooler if I got them from punching someone.” also idc if damian is ooc here bc you can pry good brothers Jay and Dami from my cold, dead hands.

Jason Todd is used to fighting. He knows thrown fists, black eyes, and bloodied hands better than he knows himself. He’s been fighting so long that it’s second nature; sometimes he tires of the fight and sometimes he aches for it. It all depends on the day and his mood. Sometimes busted knuckles are a pain in the ass to clean and sometimes he enjoys the sting of a job well done.

Jason is used to seeing other people fight. It was the one constant in his formative years. He saw Gotham’s worst fight daily when he was a little kid doing his best to survive the city’s unforgiving streets. He saw Gotham’s best fight nightly and fought alongside him as a bright-eyed teenager. He sees his siblings fight routinely, knows how they do it like he knows the back of his hand. Dick is graceful; he floats through the air before he kicks you in the face. Tim is practical; he hits you where it hurts, seeks to destroy. Damian is ruthless; he toes the line between life and death like he was raised on it. He was; they both were.

Jason has not, however, seen you fight. Until tonight that is. Oh, he’s seen you argue before. You’ve got a smart fucking mouth—he loves it, even when it gets you both in trouble. But physically you’ve always been nothing but gentle and calm. He’s the one that intimidates, that scares off anyone who tries to flirt with either of you with his crossed arms and his face that screams “I’ll kill you”. Yet there you are in the middle of the ballroom where he left you, clutching your fist that has just connected with the nose of some CEO’s son. He freezes for a split second in pure shock. Then his brain comes back online and he’s trying to push through the crowd of people to get to you. His brother beats him to it. Dick picks you up around the waist and swiftly hauls you out of the ballroom.

Jason’s torn between running after you and cornering the guy you just punched to finish what you started. He doesn’t get to make that choice because a small but strong arm grabs him and yanks him hard toward the door that you just got dragged out of. He looks down and sees Damian, and something instinctual about this situation makes him follow wherever the kid goes. It wouldn’t be the first time Damian led him away from a fight and it probably won’t be the last.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jason asks his youngest brother as they wind through the mazelike halls of the penthouse.

“Well, akhi, your beloved just assaulted a man in the middle of father’s Valentine’s Day gala,” Damian responds coolly.

“Yeah, I kinda picked that up, saghir. Why did she assault a man in the middle of the gala?” Jason presses.

Damian bristles at the term of endearment. Jason can tell he’s about two seconds away from arguing that he’s not little anymore, Todd. He seems to consider your hitting a man a more pressing matter, though, because he starts to explain what happened. The guy you punched—some dude named Prescott—had decided it would be a good idea to flirt with you. You turned him down quickly and bluntly with a simple “No, I’m here with my boyfriend.” It all went downhill from there.

“He then asked who her boyfriend was, and when she said you, this imbecile asked why a girl such as herself would be with, quote, ‘a charity case like him’,” Damian relays with thinly veiled disgust.

Jason was used to comments like this. It was all he heard during the three years after Bruce adopted him. It used to make him mad or insecure, like maybe Bruce never truly wanted him. Maybe he just wanted to feel like he was doing something good. But then he died and came back. And he hated B for so long. Until he didn’t. Until he realized that maybe he never did, maybe he just wanted proof that his dad loved him and maybe he felt like he didn’t have it. But with time and patience and a lot of pain, he’s now reasonably assured that he’s not just some billionaire’s charity project. If that were the case, then Bruce would’ve stopped trying a long time ago with him. So the spoiled brat’s comment doesn’t really bother him. He knows that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t bother you, but he can’t figure why it would make you angry enough to deck the guy in the middle of a full ballroom.

“That’s it? She punched him for that?” Jason asks doubtfully.

“No. She first told him that he clearly lacked the empathy to even know what the word charity meant. She also made a snide comment about how his gala attire could, however, be seen as a charity case,” Damian chuckles, clearly amused by your silver tongue.

“Well what’d he say that made her hit him?” Jason demands, his anxiety starting to spike.

He had seen it happen, but he’d been mixing you your favorite cocktail and had missed the actual inciting comment. Damian pauses like he doesn’t want to tell him. All it takes is one hard look with those sea green eyes and Damian finds himself caving like he did as child in the League when Jason would catch him hiding from his newest (and soon to be deceased) sparring partner.

“He said that her tastes shouldn’t be counted considering she was with—” and Damian grits his teeth, forest green eyes absolutely seething, “damaged goods.”

Now that’s a different story. Jason doesn’t care what some privileged rich guy thinks of him, but the idea that other people could see what he already knows hurts. Jason knows he’s damaged goods, knows that you deserve far better than him. And apparently so do total strangers. So how long until you finally see it and leave him like you should have a long time ago? How long until the one truly good thing he’s ever had the pleasure of holding in his hands slips through his fingers and leaves him broken again?

“And then she broke his nose.”

Damian’s jubilant laugh shakes him from the angst he finds himself descending into.

“She what?” Jason asks dumbfounded.

“She broke his nose. I was standing right next to her, Todd. I heard it crack. You’ve trained her well,” Damian says proudly.

Jason’s in awe. You broke someone’s nose. For him. And you did it in front of a room full of people on Valentine’s Day. Jason’s sure this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for him. And either your love for him has finally settled into his bones or his new therapist is actually doing some good, because he’s suddenly not so worried about you up and leaving him because he’s damaged. You fucking clocked a guy for pointing it out.

Finally after what feels like far too long, Damian leads him to a bedroom tucked away in the penthouse. And there you sit, giggling away as Dick wraps your hand in an elastic bandage. You must’ve sprained your wrist breaking poor Prescott’s nose. Jason is by your side in an instant.

“Jason, there you are! Did you see what I did? Did you, Jay?” you ask enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I saw. Think you might’ve broken his nose, baby,” he teases.

He takes the bandages from Dick and starts to wrap your wrist himself. He gestures for his brothers to get the hell out and hopefully go clean up the mess that’s waiting down the winding hallways.

“That piece of shit deserved it. I would’ve hit him again too had Dick not dragged me away. Think I would’ve gone for his throat next,” you muse.

Jason wants to think he’s above finding this new violent streak of yours sexy. He’s also self aware enough to realize that he’d be deluding himself if he said it didn’t make him want to kiss you senseless.

“I’m sure he did, doll. That was very sweet of you, defendin’ my honor ‘n all,” Jason praises you.

“That was nothing. Child’s play, really. I would do anything for you, Jason. You’re my whole world.”

You say it with such sincerity, with so much love that Jason swears your eyes gleam with it. It makes his heart jump into his throat, makes his chest ache with the need to love you until the day that he dies. And if that day comes too soon? Well, he’ll drag himself out of the grave and come back home to you no matter what it takes. He’d like to tell you all that, but he thinks it might be a bit much. He settles for kissing you instead and nudging his nose against yours when you finally break apart to breathe.

“And you’re mine. C’mon, honey, let’s go home. Valentine’s Day isn’t over just yet.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #remy writes 🖋️#might be writing up a smutty companion piece of what happens when he gets reader home. but we’ll see.

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krosiefics · 1 month ago

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tutor • lee minho

MDNI 18+

Synopsis: you’re assigned as Minho’s English tutor, little did you know just how arousing him speaking in English would be.

WC: 1.7k

Tags: SMUT, plot(??), afab!reader, sub!minho, softdom!reader, College!AU, praise!kink, degradation, pet names (baby, good boy, pretty), unholy amount of flirting and teasing, edging(?), orgasm denial, light hair pulling, slight dacryphilia…sorry if I’m forgetting some.

A/N: Korean will be in regular font while English will be italicized.

“Lee Minho.” A professor walked in and called out. “Lee Minho to Mr. Park’s office.” The professor repeated. The aforementioned boy rose from his chair confused before excusing himself from the room. The whole class murmured amongst themselves while the teacher tried to gain their attention back. It’s the last week of school, what kind of trouble could someone possibly get into this close to the end of the semester?

Minho is known to be a generally good student. Unless he’s with his rowdy group of friends, he never gets in trouble, nonetheless gets called out to go to the professor’s office. Curiosity filled your mind at what he could’ve possibly done. After class, everyone was dismissed. Just as you step outside the classroom door, the same professor comes up to you, “Y/L/N Y/N, please head to Mr. Park’s office.” Now that’s new. Never in your three years of university have you been called to the professor’s office.

Your heart raced, palms sweating as you knocked on the office door. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N.” Your English professor, Mr. Park, exclaims while opening the door for you. “Hello, Mr. Park, is everything all right?” You ask, anxiousness flooding your body. “Ah, yes, everything is fine. I just have to ask you last minute about something. Please have a seat next to Mr. Lee.”

You settle down in the chair next to the previously mentioned boy.

You glance over at the boy. He was seated awkwardly next to you, he felt your eyes on him, greeting you with a small smile. “Miss Y/L/N, you have an exceptional grade in English, so I am wanting to assign you as a tutor to Mr. Lee here.” You smile at Mr. Park, “Of course sir.” You agree, because what kind of person would you be to not take on a tutoring position that could potentially boost your resume.

“Perfect, it’s settled then. Thank you, and sorry about taking you out of class.” You shake your head claiming that it wasn’t a big deal. Once you and Minho leave the teacher’s room, the dark haired boy stills in the hall. “You don’t have to by the way. I can just get one of my friends to help me out.” He spoke up, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides, it helps me practice English too in a way.” The quiet boy simply nodded at your statement.

“Oh, can I have your number?” You ask happily, no ill intention. Yet Minho stared at you dazed and kind of weirded out. “So we can schedule a time to meet up.” You clarify, cheeks slightly flushing at the possible double-meaning behind your words. Minho nodded slowly as if he understood but still wore a weary look on his face. “Don’t worry dude I’m not gonna give it out,” Minho chuckles at that before bidding farewell.

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The day arrives when you and Minho are to meet up for your first study session. You had agreed on studying at Minho’s apartment since he had no roommates. So now you sit in Minho’s room at his desk, awkward silence surrounds the two of you as you stare down at the English textbook on the table. “How well do you know English?” You finally mumble. “Sorry?” Minho says, unable to hear you the first time.

“English. How much do you know?” Minho’s mouth formed an o shape, his face contorting to a cute confused look.

“Not much.” He starts, “My friends try to teach me but it’s hard.” You nod understandingly, “What words do you know?” Minho blinks at you before pouting, “Cunt, fuck, shit, cock-” “Woah!” You cut him off before he could continue. His voice saying those words did something to you, something that you didn’t know. “I take it your friends curse often?” The black haired boy’s eyes go wide, “Were those all curse words?” You nod at him to which a terrified look takes the place of his previously confused one. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, don’t worry. You’ll get it, I promise.”

***

Holy fuck were you wrong. Minho isn’t worrying, it’s you. It’s been almost two hours of studying and Minho’s understanding enough words to make a broken sentence- but fuck did you even think that his voice would sound like that while speaking.

“I want to go to restaurant.” Minho reads off the textbook in broken English. “To a restaurant.” You correct, “To a restaurant.” He repeats quietly. “You have pretty voice.” He switches mid sentence. You almost don’t catch what he says. “What?” Your cheeks flush as you tell yourself that you’re hearing things. “You have pretty voice.”

“Where did you learn that?” You quip, heart pounding against your ribcage. Minho points to his phone which shows a translation app. You huff out a laugh at his cuteness at which Minho’s cheeks redden. Your eyes are drawn to the red hue of his cheeks, Minho shifts under your gaze, his body tingling for some reason. “What?” He asks.

“Nothing, your voice is pretty too.” Minho quickly understands the word, his heart pounds in his chest. “Let’s make a deal.” You state, “The more you talk the more I talk…deal?” Minho’s chest rises with anticipation, for some reason he grows aroused. “Okay.”

“Here, read this sentence.” You say, your eyes trailing his face for any reaction from your words. Minho gets through the first few sentences before reaching one where he struggled. “I can’t.” Minho grunts, his plump lips forming a pout. You place a comforting hand on his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh- Minho stiffens, more specifically his cock starts to twitch in his jeans. “I…want…you…to…” The dark haired boy starts, stalling between words as your thumb rubs circles on his leg. “Want me to do what?”You tease, tilting your head to the side.

“Fuck.” Minho mutters under his breath, he can practically hear his heartbeat in his ears. “Want you.” Minho’s breath shakes. You hum, having not caught his words. “I want you.” Now your heart is pounding, a pool of arousal throbbing from your cunt. “Want me for what?” You smirk, inching your hand higher on his thigh- the boy underneath you arching his back as you shorten the distance between your bodies.

“Please…please.” Something inside you snaps as Minho begs under your hand. You push his chair away from the desk, spreading his legs apart. Minho lets out a small whimper at that, “You ready pretty boy?” Minho’s brows furrow while he attempts to translate it, though he knows it’s something arousing, because you had said pretty and well you were now kneeling between his legs.

Minho shamelessly nodded, despite not knowing exactly what you said, but it was hot- the throbbing cock that strained against his jeans was a sign to just how hot he thought it was. “Can I?” You ask, hands rubbing up and down his thighs. Now knowing what you’re saying, Minho quickly nods. “Need it.”

Fuck were you horny. The way his words rolled off his tongue made you squeeze your legs together. Your hands fiddle at his zipper, letting his clothed bulge free from his jeans. “Such a pretty cock, all for me.” You hum as you palm Minho’s cock through his boxers. It’s not abnormally big but enough to where you know you'll be full and stretched out.

“All for you.” Minho repeats, he stares down at you as you place a kiss on the tip of his cock. Minho lets out a squeak, throwing his head back at the feeling. Your hand dips under his waistband before fully pulling him out. Minho’s cock stood proud against his abdomen. Hands clenching at his side, you reach to place his hands in your hair. He immediately clutches his fingers into your hair as you lick a strip up his cock.

“Augh.” Minho moans as you take him into your mouth, bobbing up and down his length. He throws his head backwards as his climax draws closer and closer. You pull off his cock with a pop when you feel his hips bucking upwards into your mouth. “Tsk tsk.”

“Please, I want you…need.” You stand from your place between his legs. Unbuckling your jeans before tossing them to the side. You throw your leg over Minho’s lap, his hands rest gently on your hips. “In, I need to be in you.” Minho whines under you, your hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. “In English.” You shake your head, teasing the poor boy.

Minho inhaled sharply, struggling to find the words. “Need in you…please.” He manages to say between groans. “Is that right, pretty boy? You’re gonna be a good boy for me?” You switch between the two languages, Minho mews at your words, frantically nodding. You roll your hips a few times before moving your panties to the side and aligning him with your leaking entrance. His breath hitches as your tight cunt slides onto him, squeezing every inch of him.

The two of you rut against each other for what seems like hours- in reality it's been five minutes. You lift yourself off of him before sinking deeper onto him. At some point you realize Minho is nearing his orgasm again, so you still your hips as he whines desperately underneath you. “Please, I want you to keep moving.” Tears well in his eyes as you give into his pleas. “Is my good baby crying cause I’m making him feel so good?” The tears slip from his eyes, broken sobs leave his mouth as his eyes shut with ecstasy. His cock is so deep, you can feel him kissing your cervix. A few more bounces and your legs shake around him as you topple over the edge. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him causes Minho to spill his warmth inside you, filling you up.

You stay on his lap slumped up as the two of you pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. “We should’ve studied together a long time ago.” Minho chuckles into the crevice of your neck, you giggle in agreement. You really should’ve. “Same time on Wednesday?” You offer. Minho quickly agrees. Needless to say, Minho ended up passing English class with your help.

@katsukis1wife @pixie0627

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layaispunk · 5 months ago

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closer than ever

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: In the midst of a quiet, cold night in the woods, old feelings resurface between you and Joel.

warnings: bit of angst, mentions of loss, depictions of grief, established relationship (sort of), Ellie being a smart-ass, pet-names (sweetheart, darlin)

wc: 1.7k

note: I was making food for my dogs and I dropped everything to write this bdw.

The smell hit you first. Salty, metallic, and slightly rancid. Your stomach churned as you stared at the open can of dog food in your hands. It was the only thing Joel had managed to scavenge. "Best I could do, sweetheart," and you knew he meant well. He always did.

You tried not to gag, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth, shaking your head. "I can't do it, Joel," you muttered, pushing the can away. "I'll just throw it up, and that's even worse. I'd be dehydrated."

Joel's brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between you and the can. "You gotta eat somethin'. You're lookin' too pale."

Ellie, seated nearby and chewing on what little jerky was left, leaned over and made a face at the can. "Don't make her eat that, dude. That's disgusting," she said, her voice half-amused, half-horrified.

"It's all I could find. We're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere," Joel muttered defensively, shooting her a look.

"Yeah, well, it's dog food," Ellie retorted, stretching out the words like they were meant to gross him out. "She's not a dog, Joel."

Joel let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Ain't like i'm feedin' it to her by force."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped despite the situation. The woods were eerily still, the only sound coming from the crackle of the fire Joel had started for warmth. The air had a sharp chill to it - not enough to freeze you, but enough to remind you that the seasons were shifting. The three of you were on the move, searching for Tommy, hoping he'd have answers.

"Thank you, Joel, but I'm not eating that." you said, shaking your head. "Help yourself, though! Looks like its all yours," you added with a teasing smirk.

The teasing faded as the fire crackled low. The stars were unusually bright, their glow filling the sky. There were only two sleeping bags between the three of you. Joel must've noticed the worry crossing your face. "You can take mine. I'll be fine."

You blinked at him, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? You're no good to us if you're frozen solid."

Joel chuckled softly, the sound low and warm in the cold night air. “I ain’t gonna freeze, darlin’,” he muttered, clearly amused by your concern.

You hesitated for a moment, then whispered, careful not to disturb Ellie, who was already deep in her sleeping bag. “We can just share. It’s big enough for the two of us.”

He stayed silent.

Joel and you had been together before everything fell apart. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to both of you. After he lost Sarah, things changed. The grief consumed him, and the man who once held you close became distant, shutting himself off from the world, including you. It had been a long time since he'd shown any affection, and it stung - but you'd never push it. A piece of him died with Sarah, and you knew how deeply he adored her.

You still remember it all too well. Two decades ago. The way he held Sarah’s lifeless body in his arms after she was shot, refusing to let go until you were lucky enough to find a cabin, a rare moment of luck amidst the chaos that day - the day hell broke loose on Earth.

He held her so tightly, like he was trying to stop time. With a slow, reluctant tenderness, he laid her on the unmade bed that once belonged to someone else, covered her as though she were still asleep, and left without saying a word to you or Tommy. And in that moment, a piece of him stayed behind, lingering in the stillness of that room.

Lately, though, things felt different. The more time you spent away from the QZ, trying to take Ellie to the fireflies ... he became softer around you, even more so around Ellie.

You could see how she was healing a part of him, the cracks in his heart starting to close, even if none of them were aware of it. But you were.

You've spent most of your life around Joel Miller. You knew him from the inside out. You never talked about how he's not affectionate with you anymore, not in the way he used to be before the outbreak.

You know he needs time and space, and you're ready to give him that, even if it meant slowly going crazy over it. You knew he hadn't fallen out of love with you; he made sure you knew that - whether it was giving you most of the food, making sure you had the warmest layer of clothes even if it meant him going without, or offering you what was left of his coffee grounds; and you know how much he loved coffee.

Even when words weren't there, his actions spoke louder, and you could feel the love in every small gesture, even if it was unspoken.

Your thoughts returned to Joel, as they often did, and how much he’d changed. How the man you’d once known - the one who had loved you so fiercely, despite the world falling apart - was slowly starting to resurface, little by little.

The crackling fire snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at Joel, now starting to arrange the sleeping bag, his eyes distant yet soft, and his movements slow and deliberate as he gestured for you to get in. He gave you a nod, his eyes dark in the dim light.

You shook your head. “No, you go first,” you said with a small smirk. “You take up a lot more space than I do.”

He didn't argue. He nodded, listening to you without protest, and started climbing in, settling quickly. You followed, slipping in front of him, feeling the warmth of his body just behind you. You couldn't help but smile to yourself; it felt like nothing had changed, the familiar comfort of being close to him bringing back memories of the past. You shifted slightly, reminding yourself of how, more often than not, you used to be the little spoon.

"You alright?" his words bringing you back to the present. "Yeah," you replied softly. With that, he draped an arm over your hips, his hand gently resting against yours; the warmth of his touch grounding you.

It took you by surprise. His calloused hands were gentle, warm, reassuring you that he was still here, still the man who once held you close without hesitation.

You turned around to face him, your heart skipping a beat as you took in the soft glow of his face, illuminated by the faint light of the moon and the dying embers of the fire.

His features were more beautiful than ever; and without thinking, you leaned closer, your warm hands cupping his face gently. As your fingers brushed his skin, he closed his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping him.

Teary-eyed, your voice barely a whisper, the words coming out before you could stop them; "I missed you."

Joel’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes lingering on your lips, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between you. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of yours, as the distance between you both seemed to shrink. Slowly, ever so gently, his forehead touched yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you both. Closer than ever- physically, emotionally - like a puzzle piece fitting into place.

Your finger traced the outline of his lips, soft and tentative, as if asking for permission. It was all so delicate.

Then, with a breath that seemed to suspend time, you kissed him. Softly at first, gently, testing the waters, wondering how he would respond.

And then, he kissed you back. Not the tentative kiss you expected, but one full of depth, of yearning. It was slow, deliberate, as if he were pouring everything he had into that one moment—every ounce of love, every regret, every unspoken word. It was a kiss that spoke louder than any conversation ever could. This was enough. For you, it was enough.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered closed, both of you breathing in the silence, your hearts still racing but in sync.

Without a single word, without a need for more, you settled into each other’s arms, the unspoken understanding between you clear. And with that, you fell asleep, a quiet peace settling over you both.

#joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #tlou hbo #ellie tlou #joel miller tlou #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

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bnhaficsforthesoul · 9 months ago

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Dabi and Shigaraki Soulmate AU

Dabi

Your soulmate's name is tattooed on your skin

you live in a world where everyone over the age of 16 has a name written on their body somewhere, belonging to their soulmate

always an exciting day, and you were ecstatic as you searched your body in the mirror to find the words as they popped up

soon, along your collar bone, the name you were looking for finally appeared

Touya Todoroki

you had heard of the todoroki family, Endeavor was the number 2 hero after all, and you knew he had children. Possibly this soulmate was one of them?

however you found very little information on his children's identities, but you were hopeful that you would find something eventually

however, you do eventually find a few articles from a few years ago that tell you the worst news you could imagine - touya todoroki had died in a fire

it's been years now, you're in your early 20s, and have mostly accepted the fact that you'd never get your soulmate. you hoped to find someone one day you could still love like one, but most people aren't super into dating someone with a visible reminder that they don't belong together

over these years, you've made your way into being a small villain as well. no one serious, it happened mostly out of necessity, but you're a villain nonetheless

which helps lead you to an almost dorky looking little group of villains, rightfully called the league of villains to keep up with the dorky appearance

none of them really seem all that serious, kind of just seem like a bunch of people who have no where else to go, which you can't judge them for

toga, a cute younger girl who had quickly turned friendly with everyone there, was fascinated with the idea of soulmates. you didn't blame her, she had only recently gotten her name, but this led her to asking everyone if they had met theirs yet, what their names are, anything about them.

most people didn't want to talk about it, and the ones who did didn't have anything interesting to say. your leader insisted that soulmates were a waste of time, and the emo looking dude by him agreed

you felt bad that toga wasn't getting the conversations she was looking for though, and you decided you'd show her yours.

"Touya todoroki? isn't that that pro heros last name? Do you think your soulmate is a hero?"

you shook your head, smiling sadly as you told her "no, he's been dead for years. never even met the dude"

she frowned, feeling sad for you, and changing the convo made you miss the wide eyed stare directed at you from across the room

dabi, who had caught your name earlier but blew it off as a coincidence since you only said your first name, was actually stunned

when he was younger, he dreamed of a happy life with his soulmate, but after waking up from the coma he barely ever spared a thought about them

now, here you were, right in front of him and clearly sad about the idea that you didn't have a soulmate

and for the most part, he was so fucking grateful that you had no way of knowing who he was. hearing his name made the smallest part of him want to get to know you, but he has more important things to do. plus, realistically, he doesn't know you. he doesn't owe you anything

so he never said anything. never even gave a hint of who he was. you two did get close over time, always relying on one another for help and support

it wasn't until probably a year later when in a fight dabi gets badly wounded, he's unconscious, and you're panicking, where things begin to unravel

he clearly has a huge gash in his torso, and your main focus is stopping the bleeding, so you cut open his clothes as you need to and begin fixing him up as best as you can

in the middle of doing this, you see what looks like a tattoo along his ribs. and you think nothing of it, till you realize it's his soulmate mark. he's never mentioned anything about his soulmate, and you couldn't help your twinge of jealousy at the idea of someone out there being his soulmate.

even if you couldn't have your real soulmate, you've come to really care about dabi since you've met him. you don't know if you love him, but you at least have a little secret crush

so, you take a peek, and you get dizzy when you see what it says.

that's your name. your full name. exact.

you're stunned, speechless, can't even process how you feel right now.

and as dabi starts to wake up, and he asks what you're doing, you can't help but weakly say "Touya?"

he mentally curses, immediately realizing you saw his mark. but he can't do anything about it now, and he's kind of stuck laying here with you as you keep him from dying

"...yeah, that's me"

you're confused, you ask him why he never told you, you're rambling out questions and he can't even keep up with it.

'listen, when we met, I heard toga read that name off your chest. I see it almost every day. I've known this whole time, but before, and even now, I have plans I have to carry out. back then I didn't tell you because I couldn't be bothered to care with you, but now I didn't want to tell you because I wouldn't know what to do. I can't promise love, or even being alive, and it seemed easier for you just thinking he, or I, was dead."

you stared at him, processing everything

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked without your permission... but, I want you to know that I won't force anything on you. If you want a relationship, I'm more than happy. I'm happy with whatever you give me, even if nothing changes. I just ask that you don't push me away."

he nodded, and told you he promised to keep you around as much as possible, and that was that

he still didn't know what he wanted to do with you, but you grew more attached every day until you could say with certainty that soulmate or not, you were in love with him.

nothing would come of this for a long time though, maybe a few nights of make out sessions with too much sexual tension, but no real talk of feelings or relationships.

you grew kind of comfortable with it like this, even if sometimes you wanted a more stereotypical relationship with all the dumb sappy stuff, you had thought you didn't even have a soulmate for so long that just being near him was a blessing

dabi decided he didn't want to think of you as a soulmate. he didn't want to think he had any sort of obligation to love you or treat you a certain way. if anything was going to come of this, it would be of his own will. not the universes.

which is why it took so long, dabi could always admit you were attractive, and over time you were a great friend and someone he could truly care about, but he didn't know If he LOVED you, he didn't know if he could feel that serious for you

so it took some time, and took some real thinking for him decipher his weird complex feelings towards you, until eventually he decided that yes, he could love you.

but he wanted to wait until he did love you to do anything. and also, your existence didn't change the fact that he had plans and goals he needed to see through

so now, he's just done his big reveal, now the whole world knows who he is, and even though he didn't kill his brother like planned, he still deems it a somewhat success

he's elated to at least have come this far, he could do the rest next time, but right now all he can focus on is how happy you are for him. both for him and that he came out okay somehow. he had told you about his past in little bits, so you didn't need to 'comfort' him in any way, even though it hurt you to think about how awful his life has been

but he has his head on your lap as he stares up at your face, focused as you help him fix the staples for the new scars that have formed from this fight, and he felt so truly comfortable right now.

he has no stress, he had no anxiety about the future, it was just you and him right now.

'I love you, you know'

he spoke so casually, as if you hadn't been waiting your entire life to hear him say those words

in your head you were screaming, crying, everything. but all you could say was

'I love you too'

Shigaraki

You and your soulmate can communicate in your dreams

ever since you were little, every single dream you had consisted of you and a little boy, together in a white room

some of your furthest memories of these dreams were quiet as the two of you kind of just stared at each other, saying nothing

but you recall as one day, you finally said hi. you told him your name, and asked his.

he seemed shy, and nervously scratched at his neck as he answered you, telling you his name was 'Tenko Shimura'

there's blurry memories of you talking to him more and more, learning more about this kid, until he disappeared for a couple weeks

to you, these are just dreams, so you don't think too much of it until he eventually does come back but very different than you remember

the shy expression on his face turned into one of shell shock almost, and his hair had turned completely white

you tried asking what happened, but for a good few weeks (even though he only popped up maybe 5 times at most), he didn't even look at you.

eventually, he did speak, but all he really said was that he got his quirk, and he did something bad

for years after that, you rarely ever saw him. as you grew older you assumed it was because you were growing out of your 'imaginary friend' phase, but every night your dreams always consisted of that empty white room.

eventually you reach high school, and your mental health takes a tank. you can barely sleep, you can barely do anything. so you end up on a night owl schedule, sleeping all day on weekends, up all night every night, and barely sleeping on school days.

and for the first time in probably years, you saw tenko again.

both of you seemed actively surprised at seeing one another, and you can't help but notice how much he's grown as well

he's obviously older, probably the same age as you, his hair has gotten a little longer, his skin doesn't seem to have improved any which makes you a little sad that he hasn't seen a doctor yet, and he looks unhealthily lanky

he's clearly eyeing you too, he kind of forgot that he ever had a partner of sorts in this weird dream world having not seen you in so long

'why are you here?'

'I don't know, because I'm asleep right now i guess'

'do you always sleep during the day? I'm guessing your in Japan too, right?'

'I sleep whenever I want, but usually I'm up all night. and yes, im in japan'

this made you realize something, so you asked 'are you a real person?'

'unfortunately'

this very well could be just a part of your dream. but it makes sense that he very much is another living person. so you want to test it

'hey, I wanna try something. would you be willing to try and go to sleep at the same time?'

he made a weird face at you, clearly confused, 'why would I do that?'

'because this is cool! if you really are a real person, and not just some dream boy, then it'd be fun to have someone to talk to. and if we sleep at the same time, we have all night together'

'why should I care'

'do you have anything better to do in here?'

he was silent, you were right. your dream world wasn't kind enough to give you anything to do, and even tho it didn't necessarily feel like you were in there for hours, it still was a good while to be sitting in an empty white room doing nothing

'fine. what time'

figuring that the only respective time was at night, you had to shift your whole schedule around again, but this led to more frequent meetings with each other

it wasn't every night, there were some nights where he couldn't be bothered to go to bed, or you were too busy to do so, but you saw each other a lot more consistently now

most of the time, you were leading these conversations, asking him questions about his life and stuff, and he answered fairly vaguely unless it was something he actually cared to talk about

which you found was video games. that's all he really did, especially League of Legends

so you made an effort to play some of these games, that way you could understand what he was talking about or talk about the lore with him

for a couple years, you two were best dream friends, even though you never met irl. you always considered asking if you could meet, but he seemed nervous when you asked if you could actually play a game together at some point so you dropped it

as much as he had grown to love these dream times, he was scared to meet you in person. in dreams, there was still a layer of protection between you and him. in real life, you actually get to meet the true and real him.

plus, as he got older, AFO had more and more expectations for him, and soon the League of Villains was formed

this caused him to be busy a lot more, which meant he slept less, which caused his time in the dream world to dwindle again

you understood, you're 20 years old and have your own things to do, but you do miss him when he isn't there

the highlight of your day is seeing him, honestly

however, a few months later, you're scrolling on your phone and you see some news about villains, nothing new really, but a picture included peaks your interest

it's kind of blurry, but the man in the picture of one of the members of this group or villains looks very similar to tenko

and within the next few weeks, as the league becomes more active, more pictures come out and eventually you're positive - that's your dream boy

you honestly don't really care he's a villain all that much, you aren't particularly fond of most heroes, and you can't help but want to go to him

so, you find a way, and with stains message sparking more people to want to join the league it makes it a lot easier for you to do so

as you make your way into this weird little bar, you don't see him at first, you see a few other members who mostly don't really care that you're there. which is fine to you, you're not here for them

you're ready to ask one of them where Tenko is, however, until he turns the corner and makes his way into the room

luckily for him, he notices you before you can yell out his name in excitement, and he loudly says your name in confusion

you run over to him, smiling huge seeing him. you open your mouth, ready to speak, but before you can he tells you to come with him, so you do

he leads you deeper into the base, into what you suspect is his room. it's kind of gross, with dirty clothes and trash everywhere, but you ignore it for now

'why are you here'

it kind of hurts your feelings that he isn't as excited to see you as you are him, but he never has been the most excitable person, so you try to keep that in mind

'I found out a while ago that you were here, and I was really hoping that it wasn't some doppelganger or that it wasn't just a coincidence that this dream person happened to look like a real person.'

'you shouldn't be here. you're not a villain'

'you don't know that. you never told me you were a villain'

he basically went :/ at you, he didn't know what to think really

on one hand, yes, he was excited to see you. but he didn't know what to do with you here. you didn't seem like a villain, maybe your quirk could be useful somehow, but did you even want to actually join the league?

plus, now there is no safety net between you two. and he's terrified. you're the only 'friend' he's ever had, even if it was in his head his whole life, and he doesn't want you to hate him or leave like everyone else

'if you stay here, you have to help. you answer to me. you work for my cause.'

'I can do that'

'also, my name... it's Tomura Shigaraki now. so don't use,, that other name'

you decided not to ask why, and just accepted the situation now.

so from day 1, you were his biggest supporter and friend. whatever your morals were before, you didn't really care now. you were happy here, with this weird little family, and especially with Tomura

every day while not working you were spending time with him, he finally let you play games with him, you were both happy

he started to learn just how much he truly cared about you, you're the only person he truly feels safe with. he feels like himself, you give him the chance to feel happiness instead of just be consumed with hatred every day

'hey, y/n, do you ever wonder why we dream of each other?'

you had gone to sleep a few hours ago, but woke up when you felt weight on your bed, and opened your eyes to see Tomura sitting there staring blankly at the wall

'yeah, I haven't really heard of it before, and I haven't asked anyone since I was little. but they all told me it's just dreams, nothing special'

he said nothing, but he turned to look at you now.

'but, I feel like it has to mean something. something important. it led me to the most important person in my life.'

he couldn't help but smile as you said that, and he nodded, 'I agree. I used to not care about it that much. but I'm glad I got to meet you, in my dreams and especially in real life.'

he was being especially open about his feelings for once, which you loved, but it was also confusing

'tomura, are you okay?'

he was quiet again, this time clearly thinking. you let him, fiddling with your fingers as you waited. you were nervous for some reason

'I don't know. I don't know what this feeling is. Just, you make me happy. nothing else makes me happy. you feel... safe, and warm. everyone else is so meaningless, but I don't know if I could keep going without you. I don't want you going on missions because you might not come back. I want to kill anyone who takes you away from me.'

he was rambling, clearly speaking his thoughts as they came, and your heart was melting the entire time. you didn't want to assume, but you were hopeful

'tomura, do you love me?'

that clicked in his brain. he couldn't word these feelings correctly in his head, but love sounded right. as far as he knew what love was supposed to be, he figured that yes, he did love you

so he nodded again.

'tomura.. I love you too'

he didn't know what to do now. he just sat there for a while, thinking about what this meant.

'can I hug you?'

'you know I can't touch you'

'it's okay, I trust you.'

as you hugged, you eventually felt the palm of his hand against your back, knowing he was being especially careful not to touch you.

'I'm going to let go now, if you want to move your hand.'

'not yet. I like this'

#the 2 loves of my life #soulmate au #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shigaraki #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki soulmate au #tenko shimura #dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki

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thefanficmonster · 1 year ago

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Never Beating the Allegations

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A compilation of Colby and Y/N being far too obvious with their feelings for one another for the entire world to see. Basically, a YouTube documentation spanning several channels that marks the history of this goofy relationship

"It's fucking nighttime already, dude! We're running two hours behind schedule!" Sam complains through a smile, shaking his head at Colby who's trailing behind him with bags full of snacks. "All because someone spent those two hours scouring a store!

They're currently in Canada following the filming of a couple investigations for Hell Week with Kris and Celina. As Sam said, they were supposed to be two hours along the road back home already - a very tiny portion of their roadtrip back, seeing as how they didn't get to buy plane tickets on time. So, they settled for a two day roadtrip and the adventure it would bring on.

Colby, not at all bothered by Sam's accusations, smiles at the camera, "I promised Y/N I'd bring back signature Canadian snacks for her. There is no chance in hell I go home empty-handed. She'd kill me." As if to prove he is serious about his quest, he lifts the two heavy looking bags for the camera to get a better shot of them.

Sam's smile falters, replaced by a highly offended frown, "So you're telling me we're not gonna eat any of those snack on the road?" Colby - folding with laughter, mind you - shakes his head. "Are you fucking ki-...."

* * * * *

"I'm almost done!" Y/N calls out from her spot in front of the mirror where she's been stuck for the past thirty minutes trying to even out her winged liner.

A groan comes from a far distance but is still picked up by her phone microphone and is heard by the audience of Y/N's Instagram live, "You keep saying that!"

Not ten seconds later, the door is thrown open, provoking a laugh from the girl. She lowers her hand and takes her attention away from her reflection to pay her roommate proper acknowledgement. "Give me a second, sheesh! Can't a girl make herself pretty in peace?"

Although he never enters the frame fully, the live chat is already flowing with cheers of Colby's name. Whether it was wishful thinking or an educated guess on their part is a mystery. Regardless, they're entirely correct, their suspicions confirmed when they hear his voice and see his arm come into frame, his hand cupping Y/N's chin to tilt up her face.

"You're always pretty." He says, causing her to roll her eyes. At that, he boops her nose with his pointer finger before withdrawing his arm, "You have five minutes to wrap things up."

Y/N's gaze lingers on him until he's out of sight. She shakes her head and catches the camera's eye in the mirror reflection, "The audacity on that man. Tsk

* * * * *

@_y/n_dragonfly Fuck Valentine's Day @_colbybrock

Needless to say, the comments went wild, running with this post on Y/N's Instagram as unofficial proof of the ship the fandom seems to hold so near and dear to their hearts.

Hope dies last, after all. Maybe one day their ship might set-sail.

* * * * *

"Ok, so, update..." Colby chuckles, looking away from the camera he's currently holding blogging style to make sure he doesn't trip on anything, "We were supposed to go grab food before starting the investigation, but then...." He flips the camera to show the backyard of the abandoned house they'll be exploring tonight, "Y/N found a trampoline in the backyard."

As the camera focuses, both Sam and Y/N come into clear view - the former laughing at the latter who's too busy to care. She's too occupied having the time of her life on this raggedy looking trampoline, reveling in childlike joy as she hops around.

Colby sets the camera on the tripod Sam had left nearby, wanting to capture this wholesome moment, even if it didn't make it into the final cut of the video. Though he doesn't see why it wouldn't.

After adjusting the camera, he turns to find Sam has joined Y/N on the trampoline, far more hesitant than she is, though.

"You guys are ridiculous." He remarks as he approaches them, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face.

Y/N lands on her knees so she can be at least halfway at eye-level with her friend, offering him a beckoning hand, "Come be ridiculous too. Don't be a bore."

Colby scoffs and rolls his eyes. Still, he accepts her hand but instead of using it for support to climb up to join his friends on the trampoline, he tugs on it. Y/N lets out a little yelp as she's enveloped in his arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, unwilling to have a rather unpleasant encounter with the ground.

"Colby! Put me down!!" Put her down he most certainly doesn't, instead opting to spin her while securely holding her in his arms, eliciting mock terror-filled screams from her.

Eventually, he does get persuaded into joining her and Sam on the trampoline.

And the whole fiasco eventually makes it into the final cut and onto the internet.

And, inevitably, in edits.

* * * * *

It's an innocent, wholesome TikTok they filmed in the garden of the Conjuring house. Yes, the Conjuring house, no biggie.

Sam is the cameraman who much to his relief didn't even need to orchestrate anything. He just pressed the record button on his phone to capture the tomfoolery going on. The lighting is perfect, provided by the few remaining rays of sunlight before dark befell them. A little lighthearted fun was more than needed before they'd have to go back in the house to chat with spirits for the night.

The video captures Y/N in her natural element - dancing goofily with the pair of headphones they use for the Estes method on her head. The caption under the video reads: 'When the spirits drop a sick beat' and is quite the perfect depiction of the trio's dynamic.

Sam documenting the chaos. Y/N being the chaos. And Colby observing her chaos with heart-eyes from the sidelines.

Although Sam hadn't originally noticed his best friend's awed gaze accidentally captured in the video, the fans most definitely noticed. And, as per usual, they ran with it.

*sigh* These two are never beating the allegations.

@benbarnesprettygurl @jessy-shine @mushycore @richardsamboramylove55 @smuttiest-smuttt @honey-bees-13 @rei-ito

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x you #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic #colby brock smut #colby x reader #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach x reader

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wonderjanga · 5 months ago

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Rewrite of the Shazam! Movie

I… personally disliked the Shazam movie. It could’ve been better in my opinion. So, this is how I think the movie should’ve gone.

So… let’s just get to it.

It’s 1944 during the height of World War II. People are abuzz with wanting to learn all the newest updates on the war. Whiz Radio is a Fawcett owned company on the verge of bankruptcy due to its lack of popularity.

The movie opens with Billy running from a couple men. In his hands are a couple of canned food items, bread, and other things. The opening credits would simply be Billy running past a wall plastered with posters advertising the new position open at Whiz. Every time a person would run in front of the wall, the credit would change to another person. So like Billy would run and the opening director’s name would appear, one of the men running after him would pass in front of the wall and the screen writer’s name would appear, etc. There can be like ten dudes for comedic effect.

During this entire chase, Billy would be nameless, the only things he’d be called are brat, thief, etc by the men. He eventually lose them in an alleyway and retreat to whatever hobbit hole he’s staying in. On his trudge back home he’d pass by a mansion, Ebenezer’s mansion, because remember he stole Billy’s inheritance. He’d stop and stare and we’d get a whole flashback of him learning how his parents and sister died, his uncle kicking him out, and so on. This is where we’d actually learn Billy’s name. After this, he’d continue his trudge back home and that scene would end with him walking into his apartment and closing the door with the camera getting the door shut in it’s face.

The next scene would start with Billy opening the door and heading out. We’d see a little bit of Billy’s day such as him taking on odd jobs and such for cash. But, when he’s on his way back home, he hears a whisper and looks over to see… his dad? We don’t actually get to see his dad‘s face. It’s just fuzzy. He waves to him and walks off with Billy following after.

Billy: “Dad?”

Billy’s Dad(?): *doesn’t answer and keeps walking*

Billy: “Dad?” *sounds more urgent*

Billy’s Dad(?) leads to the train station. They get a cute little moment of waiting by the tracks together were fuzzy C.C. offers his hand which Billy takes as they get on the train. As soon as they get on the train, Billy’s dad disappears and Billy’s left alone.

Then, fast forward the usual thing. The Wizard tells him that he’s worthy and pure hearted, and that he should be the Champion of Magic and to light the brazier if he ever needs him. Like usual he dies from getting crushed by the rock.

We see Billy stuck with no idea of what to do with his Marvel form. But, he gets his idea to be a superhero when he’s walking out of the train station and passes by a war propaganda poster with Bulletman and Spy Smasher on it. We get a quick little monologue about how they’re both amazing heroes and Billy even drops a little detail about how he used to have Bulletman’s action figure. This is when one Billy decides that he wants to be like them. A hero who can spread joy through saving others. Someone with a greater purpose. Someone who is more than Billy Batson. (Place emphasis on the self-deprecation of how he wants to be more) The scene ends there with the camera facing Billy’s back as he stares at the poster.

The next scene opens with Captain Marvel’s back to the camera. It’s now been two weeks and Billy is now officially Captain Marvel. We get a little scene of him, stopping a purse snatcher like it’s nothing. Right after him stopping the snatcher is when Sivana’s finally introduced. He’s also Danny DeVito because I say so. Anyways, since the movie is meant to be lighthearted, Sivana acts much like a cartoon supervillain. He has this robot suit and they duke it out before Marvel beats him and takes him to jail.

Of course, Sivana breaks out, but while he’s breaking out, Billy is at the Whiz Radio trying to get the job because he needs money. We get a little scene of Mr. Morris interviewing Billy.

Mr. Morris: “Now, do you have any experience reporting? In the slightest?”

Billy: *in the fanciest clothes he could find, aka his red and yellow sweater with his jeans* “Ah… no. But I tell stories to the other homeless kids and they like them. So, I was kinda hoping that would be enough….?”

Yeah, Billy was not Mr. Morris‘s first choice. So instead, Mr. Morris makes a deal that if Billy can turn in Sivana, he’d give the kid the job, not that he believed the kid could catch a Supervillain. After this interaction, Billy leaves bummed that he probably isn’t gonna get it because he thought Sivana was just a one off thing and was still in jail. Eventually, though he finds out, he broke out.

So Marvel goes around looking for Sivana only to realize that this time it won’t be so easy to catch him. Somehow, Sivana upgraded from that one incident with Marvel. This results in Marvel running around, actually having to gather information as both Billy and Marvel, both through spying as a little kid, and intimidating goons as a grown man. Every time he can uncover a little bit of information we get shown in a notepad with facts on it and as the information gathering goes on, it gets filled with more and more notes and even little drawings and scribbles too. I would also like to see Billy scratchy handwriting, and Marvel‘s beautiful handwriting, alternating.

Unfortunately, when Billy is spying on some more goons, he accidentally gets caught and tied to a chair. This is where he meets Sivana face-to-face as Billy instead of Marvel.

Sivana: “That imbecile sent a kid? Gosh.” *rolls his eyes*

So, yes, he gets trash talked straight to his face and then alone in the in the room. This is when Billy discovers that he doesn’t need Marvel to be great. He gets his Miles Morales moment and lightnings the binds off of him, rips off the gag covering his mouth and says his magic word. Billy leaves as Marvel and as Sivana is wrecking havoc, he gets sent a video from a security camera in the room of Billy transforming.

Sivana: “It was that little brat the whole time?! The sneaky little thing was right under my nose!”

He throws a bit of a temper tantrum, and Marvel finally shows up to throw hands. They have their big battle, they somehow end up in a secluded area, Marvel finally beat him, and drags him to the Whiz building as Billy. The scene ends with Billy walking into Mr. Morris‘s office with Sivana knocked out. He has the biggest widest smile on his face. He looks the happiest he’s ever been in this movie. This scene ends like the first one with closing the door on the camera, but with Billy proclaiming that they have to talk business.

The end.

As for the end credits, after they play, we get a tiny little tidbit at the end that’s supposed to take place two years later and it's of Sivana working on a something with his back faced towards the camera while in the background, we hear Billy on the radio reporting on something. The camera then proceeds to slowly pan over him until it’s looking directly down on him and you can see in nice big bold letters: Suspendium.

Yup. The Suspendium bomb.

Boom. Perfect cliffhanger. I’m out. Deuces. I’m going to sleep now.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett city #fawcett #fawcett comics #dr sivana

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aquaquadrant · 1 year ago

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Philophobia

Word Count: 5,271 Warnings: Shipping, inappropriate/crude humor, paranormal activity, suspense/mild horror, descriptive kissing, mild language Summary: For architecture major and paranormal skeptic Grian, his friends’ after-hours ghost hunting group was just an excuse to spend time with his crush, Scar, without having to actually ask him out. But one fateful night, he finds there just might be things in this world that are scarier than emotional vulnerability… even if only by a very slim margin.

A/N: Did someone ask for a Phasmophobia-inspired Scarian au? Oh yeah, my friend @lunarcrown did! Inspired by the art she made here.

So this is kind of a modern-day college au (not set within the fictional universe of Minecraft), howEVER there are some fantasy aspects in that non-human species (like mob hybrids/monsters) still exist cuz they’re fun and I’m not giving anyone a normal modern name cuz that’s too weird. This is only Phasmophobia-inspired in that GIGS have a ghost-hunting group that functions the same way, but rarely find any conclusive evidence, and don’t have unlimited lives cuz they aren’t playing a game. With that out of the way, hope y’all enjoy, please reblog/comment if u do! - Aqua

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Philophobia

~*~

“I think this is gonna be the one, guys,” Impulse says, turning their van into the driveway.

The suspension creaks as they roll over gravel, rattling the frame in a way that hums through Grian’s hollow bones. His arm is cold where it presses against the window; it’s almost sunset and Impulse has yet to get the van’s heater fixed despite his promises. Stupid demon blood keeping him warm while Grian shivers in the stupid custom pleather jumpsuit that Scar insisted they had made, for their stupid ‘brand’ as a stupid ghost-hunting group. Great, his stupid zipper’s come down again- he stubbornly zips it back up because unlike Scar, he doesn’t like constantly having his bare chest out on display.

Of course, he hasn’t got as much to show off as Scar, who must be getting up at 3 am every morning to work out in order to maintain all that muscle. No wonder Scar prefers to keep his zipper down to his belly button, and doesn’t seem to have ever met a shirt that fits him properly.

… Not that Grian’s ever paid much attention to that sort of thing.

Grian gives an exasperated sigh. “You’ve been saying that about every case we’ve had for three years!”

“No, no, I really mean it!” Impulse insists. “I feel it in my bones.”

“Yeah,” Scar agrees, leaning forward so his shoulder brushes against Grian’s, “you know Impulse bones good!”

The earnest nature of his statement- and the unexpected physical contact- makes Grian flush. “Scar!” he shrieks, swatting Scar’s shoulder.

“What?” Scar defends. “What, he- he’s got big and strong bones, wonderful bones…”

He acts as if he’s got no idea he said something that could be taken the wrong way. And if it weren’t for the upturned corners of his mouth and the barely-restrained laugh in his voice, Grian might actually believe him.

“Dude,” Skizz chuckles from the front seat, “shut up, that’s awesome.”

Impulse sighs. “Anyway,” he says pointedly, “the place recently had a change in ownership. Previous owner passed away-”

“From murder?” Scar gasps.

Another sigh. “No, from liver failure.”

Grian snorts. “From all the drinking he did to forget about the ghostly hauntings?” he presses, exchanging a cheeky grin with Scar.

“No,” Impulse says, with the patience of a saint, “just normal old-age organ failure. The guy was ancient, and some kinda recluse. House had been in his family since it was built, but uh, he had no living relatives, no will when he died. So the bank took ownership and it’s been sitting off-market for like, fifteen years, til some hot-shot investor thought he could flip it-”

“Ughh,” Grian groans, tipping his head back against the seat. “Investors are the worst-”

“I know, I know,” Impulse soothes, “but um, he’d barely begun when things started happening. Contractors reported it day one, then the owner experienced an event himself and called us. So it’s basically still untouched.”

They haven’t even reached the end of the driveway yet, passing by seemingly endless rows of tall, gnarled pines. Admittedly, Grian’s curiosity is piqued. When he agreed to join this stupid ghost hunting group three years ago, he didn’t do so in the hopes of actually discovering any real paranormal activity. The whole idea is laughable. Ghost hunting is a pseudoscience, at best. Just a bunch of idiots scaring themselves silly in an empty house- and now they’re the idiots! Even their name is stupid: Ghost Investigation Group Services, or GIGS, embroidered on their ill-fitting pleather jumpsuits.

But despite his outright skepticism and dislike for pulling late nights in his already extremely limited free time, Grian’s got one very good reason for agreeing to join.

And his name is Scar.

Grian spent half a semester pining away at the fellow architecture major from across the lecture halls of their many shared classes. Charismatic and easy on the eyes, it was inevitable that Grian would develop a bit of a crush. But as they spent more time together during class projects and conversations in the hallway, he found out just how kind-hearted and passionate Scar was, and how easy he was to talk to, and how strong his arms looked in long-sleeved shirts…

… Yeah, ‘crush’ perhaps isn’t the right word.

So when Impulse- the engineering major who Grian was partnered with for physics lab- got the brilliant idea to start a ghost-hunting group with his best friend and roommate Skizz, and Scar expressed interest in joining, Grian made a split-second decision in a moment of weakness. He maintained his skepticism, claiming that he wanted to tag along just to prove how silly the whole idea was. Impulse was fine with it, while Scar said Grian had to wear the same uniform as them, and the rest was history.

(To be fair, that was before Grian knew it’d be a pleather jumpsuit.)

So here they are now nearly three years later, rumbling down a long gravel road in the dark and cold, up late on a Saturday night even though he still isn’t finished with his condominium model that’s due at 8 am on Monday and he’s fresh out of popsicle sticks. Moments like these almost make Grian wish he could just ask a guy out like a normal person, so they could spend time together without chasing pretend ghosts around dusty houses all night.

But that’d require him to talk about his feelings. Ugh, he’d rather let the ghosts get him.

“Alright.” Impulse slows the van to a halt. The doors unlock with a heavy clunk. “What do you guys think?”

Grian isn’t expecting much when he glances out the window. But the sight that greets him immediately prompts a hasty exit from the vehicle, scarcely noticing the sudden chill, his jaw dropping open in awe.

It’s a Victorian. Not a house that someone has mistakenly called ‘Victorian’ just because it looks old. A genuine, honest-to-goodness, Queen Anne’s style two-story Victorian manor with an asymmetrical facade and a rounded corner tower and a generous wrap-around porch, silhouetted against the fading light of the evening sky.

Grian reaches for his flashlight. Sweeping over the exterior, his breath catches. Knots of ivy creep up the walls, and there are a few places where the intricate wood trim has been lost to previous repairs and weather damage. A couple of the windows are bricked up. Most of the paint is faded and peeling. But overall? It’s beautiful.

“Oh man,” Grian murmurs, pushing his glasses back up, “look at the shape of it... look at the dormers!”

A second beam of light joins in; Scar’s emerged from the van. “Lots of character,” he says, sounding similarly entranced. “And still in great condition! Oh, it’s beautiful. It’s enough to make a man cry.”

Impulse hops out of the driver’s seat, chuckling. “I knew you two would like it. It’s an ‘85.”

Grian gives an appreciative whistle. “Look, I still don’t think we’re gonna find anythin’,” he says with a sideways look at Scar, “but I gotta tell ya… if- if I were a ghost… I think I’d haunt a proper house like this. Not those builder-grade boxes in the suburbs.”

“Right?” Impulse says, his forked tail flicking through the air. “That’s what I’m sayin’... I uh, I think this place has real potential.”

Skizz, who’s come around the van to stand with them, nods thoughtfully. “Definitely somethin’ special ‘bout it, that’s for true,” he says, exchanging a look with Impulse. Then he claps his hands together. “Alright gentlemen, let’s get movin’!”

Impulse and Skizz turn towards the van, heading to open the back.

Grian stares after them, squinting suspiciously. That wasn’t just any look. That was a Look. A Look that he knows all too well. They had that same Look on their faces at last year’s frat mixer, when they rigged the speakers at the Heta Kappa house to play ‘Margaritaville’ every time someone flushed a toilet.

It means that they’re Up To Something.

… Grian’s sure he’ll find out sooner or later.

“Well, Grian,” Scar says, hands on his hips as he surveys the property, “if it’s any connotation, at least we’ll get to study some real architecture tonight.”

Grian gives him a bemused look. “Consolation?”

Scar blinks. “Cono- what, what’d I say? Con- coronation?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, ey,” Grian chuckles, patting him on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

~*~

“Check it out, dude,” Skizz calls excitedly, “temp’s dropping in here! Five degrees colder than the rest of the house!”

Grian makes a noncommittal noise. “It’s an east-facing room and the sun’s only just set, of course it’s colder than the rest of the house,” he says, idly passing his UV glow stick over an armchair. No prints, of course. “I doubt they’ve updated the insulation anytime within the last two decades.”

“And hey, look,” Impulse chimes in from the corner, “I’ve got EMF 1.3!”

Grian doesn’t even look up. “There’s an exposed outlet in here and I’ll bet the wiring’s older than I am. And in any case, it’s still below the recommended threshold.” Ew, okay, now that’s a suspicious UV stain on the floor, but not of the supernatural kind…

“Oh, it’s definitely not up to code,” Impulse agrees. He waves his EMF reader around a bit, making the pitch warble. “But I dunno, I think this must be the ghost’s favorite room. Might not be here right now, but I’m getting some real vibes…”

Grian rolls his eyes. “Sure…”

Twenty minutes in, and despite the house’s hauntingly elegant construction, it’s been the same old story. The house is empty and quiet, as abandoned houses tend to be. Quite sparse, as most of the furnishings probably went to auction. The furniture that’s left is covered with tarps and every surface is coated with a fine layer of dust. He can smell mold somewhere in the floorboards and there’s apparent water damage in the ceiling.

The only renovation attempted thus far was the removal of some cheap linoleum tiles that were laid in the kitchen at some point- a renovation Grian can heartily agree with, there’s some absolutely gorgeous hardwood underneath- but they didn’t get far. The removed tiles are still sitting about in a haphazard pile, hammer and chisel abandoned on the floor beside them. Frantic footsteps smeared in the dust and powder paint the scene of a terrified contractor fleeing for their life from the reported ‘ghostly hauntings’.

In any case, they haven’t heard any activity from the spirit box, nothing unusual has stood out on UV, and the salt Impulse laid out is still undisturbed. Surprise, surprise. Grian’s spent most of his time admiring the elaborate wooden trims lining every wall, scuffed as they are. What he wouldn’t give to properly restore this place…

“Hey, Dipple Dop?” Skizz calls suddenly. “Your radio working okay?”

Impulse gives him a curious look. “Huh? What, is there-” He pauses, glancing down at his radio. “Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah, actually, mine’s on the fritz, must be overdue a battery change.”

“Oh?” Grian tilts his head innocently. “You don’t think it’s a ghoooost?”

Impulse purses his lips. “I don’t think everything is a ghost,” he says mildly. He clips the radio onto his belt, turning to the door. “I’ve got extras in the van, hang on…”

“I’ll go, too,” Skizz says quickly, slinging an arm and his wing around Impulse’s shoulders. “Buddy system! You know what, I- I’m tellin’ you, you never split up when hunting ghosts. That’s how they get you, dude.”

Oh. Oh, no.

Grian gives them a warning Look.

They give him a cheeky Look back.

“Yup, yeah, that’s true,” Impulse says with obvious feigned sincerity, steering Skizz out of the room. “So uh, you two keep at it, okay, and we’ll be right back…”

“Oh, okay!” Scar says cheerfully, busy setting up the tripod over in the corner and completely oblivious to their scheme. “Have a great time not getting murdered!”

Grian opens his mouth to protest, but Impulse and Skizz are already gone out the front door. Leaving him and Scar completely alone. Totally by coincidence, surely. Oh, he knew his drunken confession to Impulse at the school’s annual bar crawl fundraiser night would come back to bite him eventually.

It’s almost insulting, in a way. Like they think the only reason Grian hasn’t made a move is because he hasn’t had ample alone time with Scar. Like he needed them to give him an opportunity. But if he’d wanted to confess to Scar, he already would have. He’d have had it well done by now. They could give him a little credit.

See, the thing is, he’s thought about it. Plenty of times, in fact. But the issue he keeps coming back to is that if he tells Scar about his crush on him, then Scar will know about it. There’ll be no going back at that point. And if Scar doesn’t feel the same way- well, Grian can kiss their friendship goodbye. So yeah, no, he doesn’t think he’ll be making any dramatic love confessions tonight, strangely enough.

The risk of an awkward silence developing is astronomical, so Grian clears his throat. “Man… isn’t this place somethin’,” he says, then immediately fights the urge to cringe.

Scar, luckily, gives an emphatic nod. “It is, it truly is amazing.” He straightens up, dusting his hands off as he turns to Grian. “You know who’d really love this place, is Gem?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Grian agrees. He busies himself with the UV, so he’s not just standing around. “We should take some pictures for her.”

“Oh, good idea!” Giving the tripod a final once-over, Scar wanders over to Grian. “So, any fingering goin’ on, yet?”

Grian nearly drops his glow stick. “Sorry- any what?!” he screeches, whirling around on Scar.

“You know, ghost fingers!” Scar says, perfectly innocent. He holds his hands up, wiggling his fingers in demonstration. “On the- on the glowy light?”

Grian takes a deep breath, face burning. “Oh Scar, buddy, you gotta think through your words better before you say them, alright?”

“Whaaat?” Scar pretends like he doesn’t know. “What, I’m just- you’ve got the stick, you know, little glow stick for when the ghost touches, uh-”

“Nevermind,” Grian groans. “Anyways, no, I haven’t found any ghostly handprints and I never will, because ghosts aren’t real.”

Scar folds his arms. “Well, hey, maybe the ghost is just polite! You know, he- maybe he’s just minding his business, not touching anything or- or anyone. Just because we don’t get anything on UV doesn’t mean ghosts aren’t real, I’ll have you know.”

Grian sees the challenge for what it is. “Alright…” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his spirit box. Holding the transponder to his lips, he belts out, “Where ahhre yewww?” in his best imitation of an over-exaggerated pop-punk accent. If Impulse and Skizz are eavesdropping through their radios, he hopes he gave them a start.

Scar laughs. “Oh man, been a while since I heard that one! You-”

I’m close.

Grian jumps so badly he nearly drops the box, his wings puffing out involuntarily. “What?! Wha- who said that?” he demands, spinning around.

Scar blinks at him. “What? Did you hear something through the box?”

“I- I dunno?” Grian says uncertainly. The box seems to be working as normal; when he holds the receiver down, there’s a faint hiss of static, and the bulb remains white. No further noises come from the speaker.

After a couple seconds of tense listening, Grian feels silly. Way to play it cool. He switches the box off with an exasperated sigh. “No, of course I didn’t hear anything through the box. Like I said, ghosts aren’t real.”

Scar hums noncommittally. “Oh, Grian... you know, there are some things in the world that can’t be explained.”

Grian snorts. “Oh, yeah? Well, I- I got a few explanations for ya.” He counts on his fingers. “It could’ve been this old house creaking in the wind, or an electrical surge causing feedback through the transponder, or- or, not to mention, Impulse and Skizz pranking us through the radio?”

Scar snickers. “That does sound like something they’d do, I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah.” Grian slips the box back into his pocket. “And y’know, being in a creepy abandoned house, after dark, out in the middle’a nowhere... it’s easy to think you’re hearin’ things.”

Scar rolls his eyes, but his expression is fond. “I know, I know, so you’ve told me. But one of these days, mister, you’re gonna eat your words.”

“Right,” Grian drawls. “I’m so scared…”

The front door slams shut.

That makes Grian pause. They always leave the front door open while out on a job. It saves time when they have to go back and forth from the van, and saves battery life on their radios when they can just shout to each other through the open doorway. Obviously this job is a little different, because Impulse and Skizz have clearly got it in their heads to try and get him and Scar together, but he wouldn’t think they’d go so far as to-

The lights suddenly flicker and go out. But in the split-second before they do, Grian sees a shadowy figure silhouetted against the door.

Pure instinct takes over. Grian spins on his heel, grabs Scar by the arm, and absolutely flies down the stairs to the basement. He knows they’ve disturbed one or two piles of salt but right now, he can’t bring himself to care. His wings are bumping against the walls and he’s certainly never tried carrying someone as big as Scar before but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even process the ache of it rattling through his body. He bursts into the basement, feathers flying, and careens towards the back of the room, around a tall shelving unit, and into the corner.

There’s a heap of boxes stacked up in this corner; Grian unceremoniously shoves Scar over top of them, dropping him in the narrow space between the boxes and the wall. He’s wedged in as far as he can himself, laying across the boxes, his double pair of wings preventing him from squeezing in beside Scar. He’s still got the UV light clenched in his fist, he realizes belatedly- he braces his forearms against the wall to try and cover it, fanning his wings out behind him to block it out from the rest of the room. Glancing back over his shoulder, he tries to gauge how much light is getting through when a noise makes him freeze.

Footsteps.

They’re soft and light- certainly not the heavy boots of Impulse or Skizz. No, they sound almost barefoot. And as they gently tap down the stairs, the sound of giggling fills the air. It’s a feminine voice. Young, like a child. Like a little ghostie girl is prancing down the stairs to murder them.

Grian thinks he might pass out. Can ghosts actually kill people? How would they do it if they’re incorporeal? He’s never considered the question before, he never thought he’d have to because it’s ridiculous, ghosts aren’t real, of course they can’t kill people-

The footsteps stop.

Grian isn’t sure if he’s still breathing. He doesn’t dare move. A chill runs up his spine, making every single feather stand on end. He can almost hear the high-pitched violins that would be playing right now if this were a horror movie; the cheesy, overdrawn kind of horror movies that are always playing at the drive-in that the four of them watch while piled into the back of the van in a tangle of limbs and spilled popcorn and oh god he’s spiraling now because he’s about to be killed by a ghost-

Bye-bye!

The chill recedes. Somewhere in his peripheral vision, he sees the faint glow of light from upstairs return.

It’s over.

Grian’s mind is spinning. What was that? What was that? It seems impossible, it doesn’t even feel real to be in this situation right now but he is, there was a ghost, there was a ghost. It feels insane to even think it. But the residual adrenaline coursing through his body reminds him it was very real, he just encountered a ghost.

A ghost! Oh, after three years of very loudly decrying the entire concept as rubbish. He can’t believe it. He really can’t believe it, this is the absolute last thing he expected to happen tonight. Ghosts are real. Ghosts are really, really, real. He doesn’t know what to do, who would ever believe him? Is this how the others have been feeling this whole time? God, he can’t believe this-

“G...?” Scar’s voice pipes up hesitantly. “What... what are we doing?”

Oh, right. Grian glances down at Scar- and his heart jolts. He’d been so focused on getting away from the ghost, he’d acted without thinking, so only now does he realize the... predicament he’s put them in.

Scar’s slumped against the floor beneath him, head tucked just below Grian’s arms. His long legs are still draped over the box that Grian’s laying across, resting on either side of his waist. And due to the odd posture Grian’s in, his chest has been thrust rather close to Scar’s face, lit by the soft purple glow of the UV.

This is probably the closest Grian has ever been to sitting in Scar’s lap.

Grian’s not proud of the yelp that escapes him. “Sorry, sorry!” His wings flail as he struggles to push himself off of the wall, stumbling back onto his feet. It’s clumsy and uncoordinated and he nearly falls backwards, his heart pounding.

Scar manages a laugh, easing himself up off the floor. “No, no, it’s okay, I- I just... what- why’d you bring us down here?” he asks, dusting off his jumpsuit.

Grian catches his breath. “Wait, you... didn’t hear the creepy ghost on its way to kill us?” he asks, frowning.

Scar‘s eyes widen. “What? There was a ghost?”

No way.

“Are you-!” Grian throws his arms up. “Honestly, I- I know avians have better hearing than most but that’s insane. She was laughing! Laughing and skipping down the blumin’ steps! And you didn’t hear any of it?”

“No…?” Scar shrugs helplessly. “I’m sorry, okay! I- I don’t know, I was- a lot was happening, you- you’re grabbin’ me, pulling me down the stairs and into this little corner, I didn’t know what was going on! I didn’t know, I- I was all disconbodulated- disco- bobo, bobumated? I was a little distracted, okay. Jeeze, give a man a break…”

“Distracted?” Grian repeats incredulously. “You’re the one who actually believes in ghosts, here, how could you get distracted? What do you…”

He trails off. Scar is very clearly fighting to avoid looking at Grian, but for the briefest moment, his eyes dart down to Grian’s chest. Suddenly confused, Grian follows his gaze, and-

Oh, for goodness sakes. At some point during his frantic flight, the stupid zipper on his stupid jumpsuit came down again, exposing a frankly scandalous amount of skin. Not Scar-level of scandalous, but pretty close.

Grian immediately feels himself turn red. “Oh. Uh- right,” he hastily pulls the zipper back up, “sorry ‘bout that…”

Wait. Wait just a second.

Scar was distracted from a literal ghost hunt going on... because Grian’s bare chest was showing? Does that... does that mean he liked it?

Scar’s avoiding his gaze again. His cheeks are tinted pink.

“Scar...?” Grian ventures carefully. “Were you... lookin’ at my chest?”

Scar’s cheeks darken. “Ah, I- I- don’t- I mean, why would you- I didn’t mean to, it’s just...” He fumbles for the words. “What- what am I- hey, your pecs were basically in my face! I wasn’t trying to look, I- I just-”

“Scar,” Grian says, keeping his voice light and teasing, “did ya… did you like what you saw?”

Scar splutters for a moment. “Well, sure, Grian,” he tries to laugh it off, “I mean, anyone- anyone with eyes can see you’re uh, you know, you’re- you’re pretty attractive. I- I’m secure enough to say it, I don’t care, it’s- sure, of course, you’re very muscular! You’re a- you’re a muscular man, it’s just not always obvious with the sweaters you wear. Or- sorry, you call them jumpers in Britain land, right, they’re jumpers-”

“You been checkin’ me out, Scar?” Grian asks, caught somewhere between playfulness and utter disbelief.

“Uh...” Scar rubs the back of his neck. He exhales slowly, clearly debating with himself. “I... maybe? What... what would you say... if that were the case?”

Grian swallows. His heart is absolutely racing now, and he’s broken into a cold sweat that’s definitely not supernatural in origin. The air between them feels fragile; he’s acutely aware that a single word from him could swiftly plunge them back into the realm of safe familiarity, of casual light-hearted teasing between friends. Scar’s always said things that bordered on the flirtatious, and Grian can hide behind the plausible deniability of teasing. This entire interaction doesn’t have to mean anything. It can be easily moved past and forgotten.

And yet, strangely enough… Grian doesn’t want it to. Maybe it’s the post-haunting adrenaline or the fact that he could’ve died tonight, but all of a sudden, he feels like taking a chance. Like he could finally say what he’s wanted to say for the last three years. He managed to hold his own against a blumin’ ghost, for goodness sakes- he should be able to face his own feelings head on.

He takes a breath. “I’d say that’s a relief… ‘cause I’ve been checkin’ you out since day one of first year.”

Scar stares at him for a long moment. His expression is utterly unreadable. The silence draws on long enough that Grian feels a spike of panic, worried that maybe he’s mishandled the situation-

“... oh my god,” Scar says finally. “Really?”

It sounds like the good kind of surprise. Grian offers a shy smile. “Yeah, yeah,” he admits. “I- Scar, I know I’m real good at playin’ these things close to the vest, but uh, I- I’ve had a massive crush on you since... basically since the day we met.”

“Huh.” Scar blinks. “You’re serious. You- you’re not pranking me right now?”

That startles a laugh out of Grian. “No! Scar, I don’t- we just survived being hunted by a ghost, I’m not pranking you!”

“Well, that’s- that’s amazing!” A grin spreads across Scar’s face- and man, oh man, does he have just the most wonderful smile. “Oh my gosh, G, I don’t- you don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

The relief is almost overwhelming. “Yeah, me too!” Grian laughs, half-dazed and half-giddy, running a hand through his hair. “I- I even- look, the whole reason I even joined this group was as an excuse to hang out with you!”

Scar’s mouth falls open. “No way! That’s- that’s the whole reason I joined in the first place, too!”

Now it’s Grian’s turn to gawk. “Are you joking?”

“I’m not!” Scar insists, “I swear, I’m not- Impulse said he wanted to start the group and maybe we’d all join and get to hang out and I thought ‘hey, ghosts are cool and Grian is cool’ so I just-”

“Oh, I can’t believe this…” Grian groans, hiding his burning face in his hands. “We really are idiots, we’ve wasted nearly three years…”

Scar’s hands close around Grian’s wrists, lightly pulling them down from his face. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time,” he says smoothly, leaning in.

Corny, but Grian will allow it. He closes the gap, tilting his head up to meet Scar’s lips.

In that moment, everything else fades away. All the nervousness, all the second-guessing, even the bombshell discovery of the existence of ghosts- there could be one standing in front of them right now and Grian wouldn’t care. The way Scar gathers Grian in his arms, hands gently roving through his feathers- it’s bliss. It’s perfect.

Scar kisses him strong and purposefully, with no trace of carelessness or haste. He doesn’t rush. There’s intent written into every single movement, jaw working to deepen the kiss. Grian curls against him, hands splayed across Scar’s chest. He can feel Scar’s heart pounding through his flushed skin, and it’s wildly exciting- to think Scar is just as breathless as he is.

Growing bold, Grian dares to slip his tongue into Scar’s mouth, and the noise he makes- part surprise, part delight- sends pure electricity fizzling up his spine. His mind is starting to drift away from him, lost in the sensation of weightlessness, of floating, that almost makes him feel like he’s gone completely incorporeal- like his own spirit has become untethered from the mortal coil.

Then Skizz’s voice comes down the stairs.

“G-Sharp! Scarface! You down here? We just saw a freaking ghost on the cams, and- oh my god!”

Grian breaks away from Scar, but not quick enough. He turns to see Skizz and Impulse standing at the bottom of the stairs, expressions shocked. And then, as if they’d rehearsed it, they both break into massive shit-eating grins and spin around to high-five each other.

“Woo!” Impulse cheers. “We got ‘em! Ladies and gentlemen, we finally got them.”

“Yeah, baby!” Skizz pumps his fist in the air. “Oh, I love it!”

“Oh, would you two stop it?” Grian huffs, but he’s not really cross. Hard to be cross when he’s on cloud nine. “The ghost did most of the work, alright?”

“That’s right,” Scar sniffs, winding an arm around Grian’s waist. “You know, I- I’m startin’ to think you all were in cahoots! Cahoots, I say!”

“Dude, if only,” Skizz laughs, walking over to clap them on the shoulders. “Could not have planned it better, that’s amazing. Well done, gentlemen!”

“Yeah, it’s about time!” Impulse adds, crossing his arms. “I was starting to think we’d graduate before either of you fessed up, I- I had to take drastic measures…”

“Impulse,” Grian says warningly, “if you’re about to tell me you started this whole paranormal investigation group just as a way to push me and Scar into confronting our feelings, I swear-”

“No, no,” Impulse assures him, chuckling. “I really do like the ghost-hunting deal, don’t worry. But uh, we did deliberately ditch you guys in the hopes that something would happen.”

Scar waggles his eyebrows. “Oh, things happened, alright.”

“Scar!” Grian swats at him, but he’s laughing and it feels good. It feels right. After all this time spent worrying about worst-case scenarios, about denying his feelings for the sake of maintaining the comfortable mundanity of his comfortable life, it turns out the scariest part was the fear itself.

The irony doesn’t escape his notice. A bit on the nose, if he’s honest.

“But in even bigger news,” Impulse graciously continues, “you saw the ghost? And you believed it? You, Mr. Non-Believer in all things ghostly?”

Grian sighs. “Yeah, yeah, I know…”

“This is incredible!” Skizz claps his hands together. “Okay, okay, we gotta go cleanse the area and I wanna hear everything, got it? Don’t leave a single detail out!”

Grian slips his hand into Scar’s as they follow Impulse and Skizz back up the stairs. “Yeah, alright,” he relents. He supposes he’s due for a lot of ‘I told you so’s’. But really, it’s a small price to pay for the life-altering knowledge that ghosts are real… and for finally finding the courage to believe in something extraordinary.

Scar hums. “Wait, details about the ghost or about the kissing?”

“Scar!”

~*~

#hermitcraft #hermitshipping #scarian #my writing #listen i am only a casual phasmo enjoyer and idk anything about architecture school pls don't come for me abt any inaccuracies #just here for a good gay spooky time #wanted to see if i'd be any good at writing commissions (ie. solely based off someone else's idea) and i had FUN #but it's always easy to be inspired by mel <3

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✧.* must love dogs; csc one shot.

✧.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.

part of my seventeen movie series.

paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)

genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers

warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.

word count: 3.7k

note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.

“So how was bachelor number five?”

With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top.

“Boring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldn’t shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.”

“So I take it you wouldn’t want to go out with him again?”

“God, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?”

“Hey. I’m doing you a very nice thing, you don’t have to be so sarcastic about it.”

“Look, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still haven’t moved on doesn’t mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.”

The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch.

“ It’s been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.”

“That’s fucking gross and what vibrators are for.”

A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth.

“Y/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring that’s not me. You don’t want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.”

“Why can’t you just be my date?”

“Too obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This ‘ secret man’ you’ve been seeing doesn’t exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.”

He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasn’t you.

“Okay, then why can’t I choose my own date?”

“The men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, I’m sorry but it’s the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.”

“Okay, but he was nice.”

“He literally didn’t flush the toilet because he only went number one. That’s fucked, no.”

“Can I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?”

“Maybe.”

“ Kwanie, please. Come on, don’t make me use the what goes around card, it’s my turn”

“No, it's absolutely my turn.”

“Not true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.”

“Valid.”

“How did you not realize what that party was anyway?”

“This is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.”

Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you.

“Hello my baby, do we have to go outside?”

“She went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.”

“No it’s alright, I can take her, you're already in your pj’s and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?”

“Ice cream?”

With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air.

Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back.

Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights.

“Hey, Kkuma, no come back.”

A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur.

“God, I’m sorry. She normally doesn’t run off like that.”

“It’s okay my dog lov-“

As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was.

His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes.

The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices.

“This is Kkuma by the way, and you are?”

“Y/N”

“Hi y/n, you’re so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.”

You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.

“Oh sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just I’m y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.”

“Oh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, I’m Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.”

“Nice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.”

“You too. Look I know I just met you and all, but I’m new to the area. I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.”

Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list.

Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something.

“Thank you, I’ve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?”

“Yeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? There’s a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.”

“Wow, that’s so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.”

“No fun I see.”

“How would you know that? Just because I don’t like sugary drinks doesn’t mean I can’t have fun.”

“I don’t know, we will see.”

“We will. I’ll catch you tomorrow girls.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home.

Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown.

Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten.

“Where’s the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot you’re freaking me out.”

“We met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.”

“ What the fuck, it’s late tell me he doesn’t live in the park?”

“No he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.”

“Smelling strangers? A new low even for you”

“Oh my god, fuck off.”

Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties.

“What’s his name?”

“Seungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.”

“Great.. okay, found him I assume?”

“What the fuck, how? Let me see.”

“Eager aren’t we?”

“Fuck off?”

Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.

“Yeah, it’s him.”

“Okay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?”

“Oh my god.”

“Here, look”

After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends.

Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early.

You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly. Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door.

Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter.

“Morning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?”

“Thank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didn’t tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If that’s okay?”

“He? Did you finally start dating someone?”

“Oh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didn’t he?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“No worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?”

“No problem, it’ll be right out.”

“Thank you.”

Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy you’re meant to be meeting, telling yourself it’s just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else he’s into or if he was single.

“Y/N”

“Oh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.”

Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheol’s head watching the water with his dog.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

“Oh, no problem. I just got here.”

Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat.

“Here’s your coffee, I wasn’t sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.”

“Wow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?”

“Good, nervous. I mean it’s not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.”

Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry.

“Sorry. I know it’s weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured you’re good people.”

“Well, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.”

“I do.”

“So what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?”

“No relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because it’s much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and we’re planning on opening a brewery and bar, so that’s why I’ve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.”

“You’ve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?”

“Beer and soju mainly, we’ve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I don’t know, I don’t really have the same passion for it as I used to.”

“Well what would you do if you had the choice?”

“I always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.”

“Yeah, she’s very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?”

“Honestly I wouldn’t even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.”

“Hey, I didn’t either and look where it’s gotten me.”

You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head.

“You’re oddly inspiring, I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you, y/n. You’re oddly sassy, I’ll give you that.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“You already tried to clock me by saying I’m no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it.

“Good.”

You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you haven’t hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves.

Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didn’t want to overstep.

Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met.

Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears.

Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears.

“What the fuck!”

Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Want a beer?”

“Sure, thanks. I’m sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.”

“It’s alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?”

“Soft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didn’t respond because you were busy.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I would’ve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

“Well the good news is you technically didn’t miss it, it doesn’t start for another twenty minutes and you’re dressed very nice. It worked out.

“Fuck I wish I paid more attention, I could’ve got you some flowers or something.”

“Next time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?”

“Yeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. I’ll text him just to be sure.”

“Cheers to hanging out without our kids?”

“Definitely.”

With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture.

“Here it is, you ready?”

“When you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadn’t even started? But it looks like it’s fully ready.”

“Ah, well we had planned to wait a bit, but we’re getting too antsy, so here we are.”

“It’s beautiful, holy shit.”

“Thanks, sit here, I’ll be right back.”

You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you.

“Y/n? Right?”

“Yeah, nice to meet you…”

“Jeonghan, I’m Cheol’s business partner.”

“Jeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot.”

“Likewise, you’re so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.”

“Oh?”

Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails.

“He didn’t scare you too much did he?”

“Not at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.”

“Jeonghan, don’t do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.”

“I know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking.

“Sorry about him, he’s a menace.”

“No need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I don’t mean my dog.”

Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink he’s serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately.

Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth.

“Holy shit.”

“Good holy shit or bad holy shit?”

“No, very good. That’s actually delicious. It’s so clean and fresh.”

“That makes me so happy to hear.”

“I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Okay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.”

“Sounds amazing, okay.”

Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth.

“I hate you so much.”

“What? Why?”

“Seungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because I’m going to crave this shit and I’ll have to see you all the time.”

“I thought you liked seeing me all the time?”

“You’re okay.”

“I have to say it’s cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.”

“I mean how could they not, they’re cute as fuck,”

“So are you.”

“Wow, two drinks in Cheol and you’re already calling me cute? I wonder what else you’ll say the more you drink?"

“Technically we’re four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?”

“Oh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically I’m five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.”

You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized.

Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh.

The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips.

“Doing okay?”

“Yeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?”

“Very. Want a cig?”

“No, I’m good for now. Ask me again later.”

“So will there be a later? You’re not ditching me now?”

“I’d never do that.”

“So, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? I’m kind of drunk so I’m feeling oddly bold.”

“Is this not sort of a date?”

“I was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?”

“Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.”

“Before we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?”

“Yes?”

“Do you still think I’m boring?”

“A little.”

Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk.

Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar.

“Take it back.”

“Nope.”

“Please.”

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips.

His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him.

“Is that a good ‘sorry I called you boring’ kiss?”

“It’ll do for now.”

“Good. They’ll be more where that came from.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and cheering in the window watching the two of you.

“Can’t believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.”

“You lucky dog.”

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ROOMMATE PT.2| NISHIMURA RIKI

🚪 Pairing: Nishimura Riki (Teaser Roommate) x Female Reader (Somewhat Frustrated Roommate)

🚪 Description: After that day when Riki ended up giving the reader oral sex, she can't stop thinking about him, and the sexual attraction between them begins to grow. The reader, frustrated because Riki starts ignoring her, ends up going drinking with his best friend. When they get home, she argues with Riki, and he confesses his feelings for her. Will they break that palpable tension or pretend nothing happened between them?

🚪 Genre: Smut.

🚪 Warnings: Oral sex, name-calling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, one-year age difference, nipple stimulation, masturbation, consecutive orgasms. Special appearance by Beomgyu from Tomorrow x Together. (Sorry, if I missed any tags)

🚪 Words: 4K.

You were spinning your pencil, tapping the eraser on the right page of your notebook. One of your knees was moving restlessly, causing the wood of the table above your legs to bump into your knee and vibrate slightly from the constant movement. At first glance, you looked restless and tense, seeming to pay no attention to anything other than whatever was going through your head, as if something was disturbing you. And that was true; you couldn't stop thinking about one thing since school started again:

Nishimura Riki and the damn way his lips and tongue turned you to mush that last week of summer.

It was simply revenge, you giving him your blessed report after he gave you an orgasm with his mouth. But why did you seem so reluctant to the idea that it was just a one-time thing?

You admitted it: You had a thing for that spoiled brat. He liked to tease you and then call you "noona" just as a joke to see your frustrated face; you didn't like that label. Because yes, you were a year older than him, but he still tended to be so cheeky and playful that he sometimes drove you crazy, with his sharp eyes like those of a lurking dragon, watching you for a weak spot he could exploit and then use to annoy you.

You thought he'd do the same with that report. But that wasn't the case:

After that encounter, things had been somewhat tense between you. He seemed reluctant to even cross your path in the hallway of your shared apartment, running away like you were the plague every time you were about to cross paths; and you... Well, you, you just didn't know how to react to his strange behavior; you just ignored him like he did with you. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You were going crazy!

You snorted and dropped your pencil on your notebook, ruffling your hair in frustration. He was going to drive you crazy! You had no doubt about that. Even though it was hard to admit it, since that day you haven't been able to sleep peacefully without seeing him in your dreams, like a damned sin that torments you every night and drives you to infinite ecstasy in your dream world.

You had to end this tension once and for all! But you didn't know how. You didn't even know how he felt or what he thought about the idea of crossing the line of roommates you had.

It was going to be hell for you.

"Y/N."

The soft touch of your best friend—Beomgyu—on your shoulder made you react. Your eyes fixed on his, giving him a pained look as if you had just lost someone or something important to you.

"Fuck, you look horrible," he gasped, his lips slightly parting. "Who died or what?" You look like a funeral home.

You rolled your eyes and fell like a dead weight onto the table, burying your head against your notebook with a low groan.

"Dude, you're not getting fucked properly lately, are you?" Beomgyu mocked.

You snapped at his words, giving him a sour face.

"What are you saying? Of course it's not that."

You hissed, burying your head back on the table. You partially knew Beomgyu was right. You were frustrated, and it was all because of your roommate.

"You've been like this since Monday, and it's already Friday." He rolled his eyes and then gave you a sly look. "Could it be... You have a thing for your roommate?"

Your head snapped up and you looked into his eyes with an expression of: "Fuck, is it that obvious?!"

"Bingo!" Beomgyu exclaimed. "I knew it. I must have bet money or something. I knew you'd fall for that guy. I guessed it since you told me you started living together."

Sometimes you were scared by Beomgyu's assertiveness, but yes, you had accidentally ended up falling for Riki, and that wasn't good. You didn't stand a chance, and you knew it."

"Whatever, I think he's ended up feeling disgusted by me or something," you said, making a face of disgust. "He avoids me all the time, and I feel like he just took advantage of me to get me to do his damn report for him."

Beomgyu let out a strangled scream, which was silenced by the people around him in the library. Beomgyu made a sorry gesture and looked at you. As if you'd told him the gossip of the month.

"Wait, wait..." His hands traveled to your shoulders, shaking you hysterically. "You didn't tell me that!" he shouted, receiving a "Shh!" from the people around him. He apologized again, smiling awkwardly, and then looked back at you.

You broke free from his grasp and grimaced in disgust.

"It's not that big a deal, it didn't mean anything; after all, it was just oral."

"You sound depressed. Were you that upset that it didn't go any further than a simple oral, just because he wanted you to finish his report for him?"

Your lips pursed, and you thought better of it. Had it upset you that much that he'd just used you? Yeah, fuck, because now you were going crazy to feel his touch on your skin again, his lips, and, if possible, satisfy your desire for him.

"I don't know," you murmured softly. "I'm pathetic."

"No, no... I mean sometimes if you're really stupid." You glared at him when you heard his words. Sometimes he was so sincere it hurt. "But... You're not pathetic for feeling that way, baby." Beomgyu smiled, tucking a hair behind your ear. "Although... Haven't you considered that maybe he's embarrassed and that's why he's avoiding you?"

You looked at him slyly. Him embarrassed? Could you consider that an option? No, of course not. He seemed confident in his actions that day.

"Of course it's not that, obviously he doesn't like me enough," you complained, dropping your head back onto the table. "He only uses me to finish his crappy report."

Beomgyu sighed and massaged his temples, thinking of something.

"Let's go drink," he said suddenly, making you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. "There's no school tomorrow, let's go drink and maybe you'll find a new partner."

You thought about it for a bit and shook your head.

"No."

"Let's go."

"No."

"A little," he insisted, moving your arm.

You grumbled and wriggled out of his grasp.

"Whatever, you win."

"Perfect!"

•••

You still had no idea why you'd agreed to go to a bar with Beomgyu; but there you were sitting on one of the chairs facing the bar while your friend ordered the bartender a fifth round of alcohol that night.

Your glass was untouched; he seemed to be seeing stars as he laughed awkwardly, telling you things you weren't even listening to.

You could only see the time on your phone: 8:50; you were just waiting for the moment to return to your apartment. Although at the same time, you didn't want to, since you'd have to see Riki. Maybe you'd just wait until later; when he was asleep, or at least in his room.

You didn't want to make everything more awkward.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, pulling you out of your thoughts. A familiar contact appeared on the screen, which lit up with the LED light: "Roommate." Yes, you had simply saved it that way, but you knew it was Riki. You had no idea why he was calling you, and you just stared at the screen, stupidly filling your head with questions. Then the call was cut off, not because you hung up, but because Beomgyu put his finger on your screen and slid the reject button, obviously seeing you.

"Give him a little pain, let him taste his own medicine," Beomgyu said with his clumsy tongue, then took another sip of his drink.

His own medicine? What if it was important?

You waited a few minutes for a second call that never came, making you resign yourself. He probably got the wrong number.

You snorted, and finally, after the whole night, you took your glass of alcohol, downing it in one gulp.

Fuck everything, Riki was a fucking idiot.

•••

It was after midnight when you arrived at your apartment after leaving Beomgyu almost unconscious in his, since for obvious reasons you were much more sober than him.

You searched for the key in your bag and clumsily opened the door, greeted by the living room in slight darkness, since the light from the TV made it easier to see.

You walked into the living room, accidentally bumping into the table where you always left your keys.

"Shit," you cursed, rubbing your knee.

"Y/N?"

You heard Riki's voice and looked up, seeing him sitting on the couch as his face was guided in your direction, illuminated by the light from the screen.

He looked fucking good, or so you thought before your eyes. His hair, now platinum, fell across his forehead with that characteristic rebellious streak. The gray sleeveless shirt he was wearing highlighted his arm muscles and fit so tightly around his torso that you swore you could see his abs. To top it all off, he was wearing white sweatpants.

His sharp eyes scanned you, his full lips parted slightly; as if he wanted to say something, but still, no words came out.

Riki returned his eyes to the TV screen, pausing his video game.

"I called you," he said in a casual tone.

You just looked at him in surprise. You didn't say anything; you simply headed to the kitchen for some water.

"He was worried," he commented, and you felt your body tense.

Had you heard correctly? Did he say he was worried about you?

You shook your head, shaking your head in an attempt to get those thoughts out of your head, and tried to ignore the pounding of your heart. You hated the effect it had on you; it should be illegal to have it near you.

You opened the refrigerator, taking a bottle of water from the back, opening the lid slightly.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Riki asked as he got up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen.

His footsteps were getting closer; but you had nothing to say. Your words stayed on the tip of your tongue, and nerves filled you, mixed with a latent tension in the air.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you left the half-opened bottle—which you'd drank seconds before—on the counter.

It was ironic that he'd asked you that when he'd been ignoring you as he pleased. Couldn't you do the same?!

Finally, you opened your mouth, sounding more venomous than you intended:

"So what if I do?" You crossed your arms, looking him in the eye.

"You're rude," he snorted, still staring at you.

"Rude? You're a nuisance, Nishimura," you told him, feeling irritated.

"Of course, I'm always the one who ends up bothering you." At this point, Riki was standing in front of you, staring at you intently. "You've been drinking?!"

"What do you care?"

"No, the truth is, I don't care, but you know what..." Riki grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards his body. "I can't believe I even cared about you for a moment, when you couldn't give a shit about what I do or feel. Damn it, don't you understand that I can't stop thinking about you since that day, that I'm going crazy from having you near me and not being able to make you mine like so many dreams!" He confessed, his voice rising.

He looked desperate, and for a moment, also a little... Vulnerable?

His confession surprised you. You didn't know what to do or where to look. You just wanted to tear your eyes away from his and run away. So why had he ignored you so much? Why did he make you think he didn't enjoy that day? He was a fucking idiot! Or maybe he didn't know how to express what he truly felt.

But as always, you decided to screw up and say the stupidest thing that crossed your mind.

"Is this another one of your tricks?! Does the young master want me to do something else for him?!" You exclaimed sarcastically. "Because yes, after all, that's all I am to you, a damn toy that you think you can manipulate at will. To fulfill your spoiled brat's whims!"

Riki loosened his grip on your wrist and his jaw clenched. He didn't seem angry, but rather hurt and somewhat bewildered, knowing that was the impression you had of him.

"Wh-what?"

"Forget it," you muttered, freeing yourself from his grasp to flee.

There was no point in continuing to fight. You didn't want to hurt him, much less apologize to him for acting so immaturely.

You clumsily left the kitchen, letting out a shaky breath. You didn't understand. Why did he have to confuse you so much?

"Wait... Wait!" Riki quickly approached you, trapping your wrist in his hand, preventing you from taking another step.

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning on your heels, staring at him with a completely serious look. Still, you hated yourself for not being able to control your thoughts at a moment like this, despite the sadness and slight anger you felt; you couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked like that.

You couldn't help it; he turned you on so much with just his presence.

"Now what?" You asked, trying to sound annoyed.

Riki licked his lips, captivating you with that simple gesture, and you wondered what it would feel like to receive a kiss from him.

"I..." Riki hesitated, his face turning away. Then his eyes returned to you, intense and filled with a peculiar gleam. "You know what!" His grip on your wrist tightened, and in a swift movement, he pulled you back toward him until your body was pressed against his hard chest. "Fuck you!"

"What the..."

Your words were abruptly silenced by his lips on yours. A hungry, needy kiss that left your legs shaking.

You were bewildered; not knowing what to do. Until Riki bit your hellish lip, bringing you back to reality. You gasped, parting your lips. Riki let out a low laugh and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He brought his free hand to your chin and squeezed it lightly, forcing you to open your mouth wider. His tongue sought yours; tangling them together and teasing deep inside your mouth, showing dominance by not letting you breathe until he decided it was enough. You can hear the smack of their mouths as they meet; the kiss is so heated you feel wet.

And for a moment, you stop caring about everything and just focus on how good it feels.

After a while, Riki slowly pulls away for one last, moist kiss. He covered your lips with the mixture of your saliva. Riki didn't want to separate; he just kept panting, still brushing your lips—now swollen and wet—with his own.

"I want you to suck me off," he said suddenly, making your eyes widen.

You pulled away slightly, still breathing unevenly.

"I'm seriously starting to think you have a great brain," you said, trying to sound hurtful in a last-ditch attempt to make him waver and repent; but the pounding of your heart and your blush made it so obvious that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

You stepped back in an attempt to escape again, but your body stopped, and you remembered your wrist was still trapped in his grasp.

Riki let out a low laugh and caught your lower lip between his teeth.

"Come on, sweetheart," he insisted, bringing his thumb to your lips and gently caressing your lower lip. "I promise I'll fuck you good later." He smiled slyly, making your breath catch for a second. "Don't try to lie, I know it's what you want." His lips brushed against your ear, lightly biting the lobe.

Your thighs pressed together; and the heat grew inside you.

Fuck, who were you trying to fool? If you wanted Riki for yourself, this was your chance. You wouldn't be so foolish as to let it slip away now that he was proposing what you've been wanting since that day.

Riki didn't wait for you to answer and took your hand, which he was still holding by your wrist, and led it to his pants, making you feel how hard he was.

"You make me that hard, baby," he purred against your ear, moving down to place a few kisses along your jaw. "It hurts, do something about it."

And then my self-control broke.

"O-okay."

Riki smiled and let go of your wrist, moving his hands to your shoulders to push you to your knees in front of him.

You wet your lips and met his gaze, trembling at his dark gaze. You couldn't wait any longer. You grabbed the elastic of his sweatpants and undid the knot, then began to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. You gasped in surprise at how big he was; precum dripped from his slightly pink tip, and your thighs clenched with arousal that began to soak your underwear.

Riki smiled and licked his lower lip before biting it, captivated by the sight of finally having you at his mercy. He roughly grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your face down onto his pelvis.

"Come on, baby. I can't wait to feel that mouth of yours on my cock."

Without further ado, you lick his tip, tasting the precum on your tongue. You hear a groan escape his lips and his grip on your hair tighten.

"Fuck, baby, don't play with me like that."

Riki curses, and a moan escapes his lips as you tease his tip again. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging at it each time you repeat your action on his sensitive tip.

His head tilts back, and you swear his eyes roll back every time your mouth licks and sucks his glistening tip. A moan of pure satisfaction escapes his lips, and then your mouth takes his entire length inside you, beginning to bob your head back and forth in an attempt to bring him to ecstasy.

"Yes, baby, keep going," he says, his voice choked by the way his breathing begins to quicken.

Riki can't help but roll his eyes and tighten his grip on your hair, beginning to sloppily fuck your mouth as he moves his pelvis forward, making you feel his tip against your throat.

Hoarse, ragged moans flow steadily from his now parted lips, his Adam's apple bobbing with each breathless curse as he throws his head back, closing his eyes from the intense pleasure you're giving him.

You knew he was so close when his body trembled slightly and his breathing hitched.

"Baby, I'm close," he growls, his voice huskier than usual.

His eyes crack open to look into yours; they watch him as your tongue traces his shaft, then takes him back into your mouth. The intense sensation is making him moan and curse under his breath, as the last of his strength fails along with the intense spasms that run through his body, and he finally lets go.

"Fuck, baby, open your mouth for me," he says, bringing his hands to your head to push you down. Your mouth opens, receiving his bittersweet cum in your mouth.

A satisfied smile escapes Riki's lips, along with a low chuckle as he feels you swallow his cum, not leaving a single drop.

Riki's body shakes as you continue sucking his cock, moving your head slowly back and forth. Breathy moans begin to escape from between his lips. His hands simply tighten their grip on your hair, unsure whether to pull you off his sensitive cock or push you further to achieve a second orgasm in your mouth.

"W-wait... Baby, please..."

Riki's really trying to hold you back, but he can't when you're cupping your cheeks so tightly around his cock.

"Baby... Please... Stop, stop..."

Riki's vision blurs as he feels his entire body shake with the pain and pleasure he's feeling at that moment, another orgasm building, hitting him much faster than the first.

"Baby... Please..."

His eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling from them as his thighs tense beneath your grip.

"Fuck, I'm going to... I'm going to cum again."

Your lips part from his cock, and you begin pumping your hand along his length, squeezing his tip with your thumb and releasing it to listen to his breathy moans flow endlessly from his lips.

"Come on, Riki, give me a second orgasm, my pretty boy," you beg, your voice honeyed, but slightly husky from having him in your mouth for so long.

His hips thrust forward, his body shaking as you slowly run your tongue along his slit, making him tremble violently.

"Fuck... I can't take it anymore."

His body shakes as his second orgasm hits him more intensely than the first.

"Take it all for me, baby." Riki takes his cock in his hand and pumps it, letting his cum fall onto your face, ruining you. "Yeah, that's it, baby, show me how good you are for me." A husky moan escapes his lips.

Riki bites his lower lip, trapping it between his teeth as he delights in the way his cum falls into your mouth.

Riki jerks you off of him, causing you to rise from the floor. He takes you in his strong arms, and from one moment to the next, you're being pulled down onto the couch, trapping you beneath his body. His lips capture yours again in an intense, needy kiss, making him taste his own essence.

Once he separates from your lips, he looks into your eyes, raking them with lust.

"I want to fuck you, now," he gasps, his hair tousled and his cheeks slightly flushed.

Fuck, he looked so cute and needy now that you couldn't say anything against his request.

Riki fiddles with the buttons on your shirt before starting to take it off, then slides your plaid skirt down your legs, leaving you in your underwear. Riki removes his shirt, leaving you completely naked before you, making you bite your lower lip at the sight of his slim yet toned body, with his defined abs.

One of his hands slides over your panties, gently touching you. Enjoying the wetness that was beginning to seep through the thin fabric of your panties.

Your head tilted back, hitting the back of the couch. You loved the feeling of his fingers beginning to play with your clit.

Riki laughed mockingly at the sweet sounds escaping his lips.

"God, baby. You want me to touch you now, don't you? You want it so bad," he said, smiling slightly. "Did you miss me that much?"

His hand delved into your panties, beginning to grope you, brushing his fingers between your folds.

"Guess I'll have to give you some attention, right?" A pout slipped across his lips, and his sharp eyes scanned you.

He was a damn tease, even in a moment like that, but you loved it. You couldn't deny that you loved his teasing way of playing with you.

Two of his fingers finally slip into your tight hole, and you moan as you feel him stretch you. But it wasn't enough for you. If anything was going to happen between you two, it would be today, and you weren't going to settle for just his fingers.

"Riki... Fuck me already, please," you beg, looking at him with your doe-like eyes that make him shudder.

Riki swallowed, and his thumb began circling your clit, making you moan and raise your hips in search of more attention. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you and yanks your panties down. His other hand maneuvers you behind your back to remove your bra, leaving you naked in front of him.

Riki pumps his cock a few times, lubricating himself with the precum oozing from his tip. He runs his tip over your slit, making you shudder as he teases you a little more. before finally thrusting all the way in with a single thrust, eliciting a loud moan from you, which he smothers with a kiss.

Riki begins to thrust rapidly into you, shoving his cock inside you before pulling it out again and roughly pounding into your pussy.

Your breasts bounce from the way he's fucking you so roughly and uncontrollably. Riki can't resist and begins to suck on one of your nipples, pulling it with his teeth, while his other hand is on your hip, squeezing it hard to stabilize himself.

You just moan, grabbing his hair in an attempt to pull him away from your nipple; he's bruising it with his teeth and then circling it with his tongue.

Your body tense and your hips rise, feeling like you're about to climax at any moment. Riki, noticing this, moves his hand down your hip to your clitoris. I run circles on it, occasionally rubbing it quickly and sloppily.

"Riki... I'm close, fuck."

You moaned, feeling spasms coursing through you. Your body tensed, and you felt Riki's hard thrusts become sloppier; he was close too.

"Yes, baby... Me too."

A few more thrusts and your high surged through you, making you tremble, leaving you dizzy, and with an electrifying sensation running through your entire body.

Riki pulled out of you and pumped his cock a few times until he came, releasing his load onto your abdomen and part of your breasts.

Riki gasped in satisfaction at the way you were ruined by him.

"It's the best view," he murmured, leaning closer to you to kiss your lips.

You continued the kiss lazily, playing with his unruly locks.

"I have to clean up my mess," he says once he separates from your lips, letting out a chuckle.

And as he said, Riki grabbed his shirt from the floor and ran it over your abdomen and breasts, slowly, wiping his semen from your body. Then he moved down to your crotch, gently wiping between your thighs so as not to overwhelm you, knowing you were still sensitive.

"Sorry," he said, and you looked at him with tired eyes.

"What?"

"Because I ignored you, I didn't know how..." Riki paused, unsure whether to confess what he felt or not. "I didn't know how to face you after that day. I've actually liked you since we met. I've always been attracted to you, and that day I was desperate to hand in that damn report, but I still wanted to try my luck with you, so I guess I mixed it all up, and I didn't know if you..."

"I like you," you confessed, making him stop.

"Really?"

You nodded, letting out a small chuckle.

Riki's eyes lit up, and he buried his head in your neck, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I don't want this to end," he confessed, playing with one of your hands in his.

You smiled, captivated by his sweetness.

"Then it doesn't have to end," you murmured, watching him raise his head, giving you a small, closed-lipped smile.

"Does that mean I can ask you out?" he inquired with a sly smile.

"Yes, Riki... You can ask me out."

"And we can fuck whenever I want?"

You let out a laugh, playfully swatting him in the chest.

"Yeah, sure, if you promise to fuck me as good as you did today. I'm happy to do it every day," you confessed, smiling playfully.

Riki licked his lips and leaned closer to your face, brushing your nose with his. His eyes darkened again, as if the moments before hadn't been enough to satisfy his hunger for you. Riki leaned closer to your ear and whispered in a husky but sensual tone:

"So, why don't we start practicing now?"

For translations or adaptations, please remember to ask my permission beforehand.

#wattpad #enhypen smut #kpop smut #spotify #enha riki #enhypen riki #nishimura riki #riki imagines #riki smut #riki scenarios #riki x reader #ni ki #niki nishimura #enhypen niki #ni ki x reader #ni ki enhypen #smut

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pollkien · 9 days ago

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EDRAHIL PROPAGANDA:

I really thought he’d have some godawful picture like some of the other side characters but actually that is a really nice drawing

He’ll pour you wine and look so adorable about it

Chief of the Elves that departed Nargothrond with Finrod

My Silm PDF was convinced he did not exist for 20 seconds. Here is his single mention in the book: “There were ten that stood by him; and the chief of them, who was named Edrahil, stooping lifted the crown and asked that it be given to a steward until Felagund’s return. ‘For you remain my king, and theirs,’ he said, ‘whatever betide.’”

Very loyal and we love that in a guy!

Died horribly to a werewolf in Sauron’s dungeon

This is probably yet another coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb contest. Poor Edrahil. Here’s an analysis someone wrote about him on SWG because I feel bad for having nothing else to say (also it was linked on TG so fair game IMO)

MAEGLIN PROPAGANDA:

Cursed by his own dad. So sad. So wet. So pathetic

Presumably also took Eöl’s cursed sword? I’m pretty sure he did. Maeglin has a cursed sword.

“the eyes of [Maeglin] were more piercing than his own, and his thought could read the secrets of hearts beyond the mist of words.” okay weirdo

Resembled in face and form the Noldor, but was similar to his cursed dad in mood and mind <3 he learned how to brood at a young age I’m sure

“His words were few save in matters that touched him near, and then his voice had a power to move those that heard him and to overthrow those that withstood him. He was tall and black-haired; his eyes were dark, yet bright and keen as the eyes of the Noldor, and his skin was white.” He is so cute

Did I mention he’s cursed

Dude had such an awful childhood I mean his dad literally didn’t name him for 12 years. And then when he wanted to visit his relatives his dad threatened to tie him up and throw him in a basement. My god

#1 Tuor and Eärendil hater

Something something cycle of violence

Grew great among the Gondolindrim! Loved my all! They love a brooding guy!

“Wise in counsel was Maeglin and wary, and yet hardy and valiant at need. And that was seen in after days: for when in the dread year of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad Turgon opened his leaguer and marched forth to the help of Fingon in the north, Maeglin would not remain in Gondolin as regent of the King, but went to the war and fought beside Turgon, and proved fell and fearless in battle.” He is like 100 years old man what the hell

The dark seed of evil <33333

Bounced three times as he died

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #maeglin #edrahil #tolkien #tolkien polls #poll tournament #silm sexyman tournament

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moonlit-imagines · 1 month ago

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Headcanons for being a black belt and joining Cobra Kai

Cobra Kai x reader

warnings:

a/n: takes place roughly season 2 yeehaw. EMCON I HOPE U LOVE THIS

prompt: @the-radio-star: “*rises from the dead to send in a cobra kai request* could I please request Cobra Kai headcanons for being a new student in the Valley who was a black belt back home on the East Coast? thank youuuuuu!!!! COBRA KAI NEVER DIES”

you were da new kid in the valley

and you were actively seeking a new dojo

and what better dojo to pick than the one that won the “all valley championship” or whatever? i mean, it’s gotta be good, right?

one day after class, you visited this “cobra kai” dojo and recognized a few kids from your new school

and perfect timing as summer was just around the corner

“hey, new kid! joining our dojo? here to learn some karate?” -hawk

“actually, i’m a black belt” -you

“hah, nice one!” -hawk, followed by deafening silence “you’re serious?”

“yeah, uh, where’s your sensei?” -you

“he’s in his office, follow me” -miguel “sensei, a newcomer”

“hell yeah, come on in” -johnny “starting your karate journey with cobra kai, not a bad choice”

“actually, i’m a black belt back home. i just moved here from the east coast and i needed a new…dojo home. you guys won a tournament recently?” -you

“we sure as shit did!” -johnny

“well, i’ve won a few tournaments back home. i also have a letter of recommendation and my sensei’s contact information if you need verification or something that i’m—” -you, abruptly cut off

“nah, i don’t need all that shit. just come out onto the mat and i’ll have you fight our champion. that’ll tell me what i need to know” -johnny

you followed his instructions and walked out to the mat where his class was waiting. he instructed them to make room for a spar and called miguel up.

“class, this is…uh, what was your name?” -johnny

“y/n” -you

“this is y/n from all the way on the east coast…somewhere vague. says their a black belt in karate. won a few tournaments. we’re about to put that to the test” -johnny

you and miguel took fighting stances and once “fight” was called, you quickly took action to prove yourself. a few showy moves, then straight for the victory.

miguel was on his back on the mat in less than 10 seconds

“well, i’m inclined to believe you, y/n. come to my office, we’ll fill out some paperwork and get you a gi. miguel, you can lead warmups so long as you don’t get knocked on your ass again today” -johnny

“yes, sensei” -miguel

“man, i’m glad i didn’t have to fight them. that must have been embarrassing” -hawk

“shut up, man. sensei is mad at you, too. don’t push it.” -miguel

honestly, you were very surprised by the karate culture of the valley

“is—is this why my mom had to sign a waiver?” -you standing in front of a fucking cement truck “is this even legal?! is this how you guys train??”

“just don’t draw attention’s to yourself and you’ll be fine” -bert

“yeah, sounds like a plan. and what’s this old guy’s story?” -you, pointing at kreese

“dude. you’re gonna get me drowned in cement” -bert, scooting away

anyways, joining the dojo did help you make some new friends

and you loved these beach days with your classmates

“dude, dating the daughter of your sensei’s arch nemesis is kind of crazy. like, what are the odds of that” -you

“can we not talk about sam anymore?” -miguel

“you’re literally the one that brought her up, we were just trying to play volleyball” -you

dojo days really started to become your favorite

sensei lawrence was comedy gold

“does he actually think ‘hashtag’ is ‘hashbrown?’” -you

“just…don’t” -aisha

you loved how cut and dry he was

and how he just insults everyone unapologetically

“yeah, sensei, you tell ‘em!” -you after johnny calls someone else a pussy

you actually started to get in the groove of rivalry

but like you didn’t 100% know it was serious and like, very deep seated hate like you thought it was a bit

“yeah we should burn their dojo down!” -you, trying to fit in

“i like how you think, lets do it!” -hawk

“wait, no, i was joking” -you

“hahah, yeah…me too” -hawk, lying

during valley fest you guys but on like, a really badass show and you honestly loved the vibes

but like, this wasn’t like any dojo you’ve seen before

“it’s gotta be a west coast thing. or like, a california thing” -you to your parents

you became one of johnny’s favored students fast

and when tory joined up, she also fought miguel

“does sensei just let miguel beat up all the new recruits? what is the sense behind that? tory doesnt even have karate experience.” -you

“neither did miguel and he won the all valley” -aisha

“HE DIDNT HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE??” -you

what do you mean the all valley top 3 were all new to karate???

who else was in this tournament????

you went to the beach/resort with aisha and tory and it was actually a good time. you were glad to make friends over the summer

“aisha, i never want to leave this place. summer in california is awesome” -you

“compared to where you came from? i’d be in awe too” -tory

“uh, that was rude” -you “but true”

meeting sam after hearing miguel complaining was surreal

“that’s her? he didn’t mention she hated fun” -you

johnny let you lead class sometimes

which kind of gave you an ego boost he encouraged

you be glaring at sensei kreese tho that guy didn’t have the right vibe

“good job today, y/n” -kreese

“yeah, i know” -you

you were pretty excited for the prospects of the next all valley

which you wish you didn’t miss by a hair this year you could have kicked miguel and robby’s asses

“i would have won the last all valley” -you

“doubt it” -miguel

“i knocked you on your ass five minutes after meeting you” -you

“that wasn’t a tournament” -miguel

“just you wait” -you

you called home every once in a while to update your friends from school and your dojo friends

“what? cement truck? that’s not legal, y/n, you need to contact the police” -old friend

“nah, it’s fine, i had fun” -you

definitely raised concern in your former sensei, but you told everyone it was chill

“it’s cool to learn a different take on karate. very…badass” -you

you were being converted (?)

or would you stick to your roots

only time would tell

you learned more and more about the local karate drama and you were SAT with all this tea

“yeah, and so, don’t tell anyone this, by the way. or else i will kick your ass” -hawk, beginning to whisper “robby keene is sensei lawrence’s kid. shut the fuck up tho dont tell a single soul”

“WHAT” -you

that knowledge had you on the floor with a diagram of drama to connect the dots

“ok so in the 80s johnny was a student at cobra kai, larusso was new to the valley from jersey, starts to train in karate with a ‘mr. miyagi,’ larusso crane kicks johnny and johnny leaves cobra kai—something has to be missing from that, kreese was his sensei? he seems a little off i dont like him—johnny reopens cobra kai years later after miguel inspires him to become a sensei, miguel starts dating larusso’s daughter, johnny’s son starts working for larusso and joins his dojo, miguel and robby face off in the all valley tournament. am i missing anything?” -you

“you’re just scratching the surface” -hawk and miguel

“get me up to speed before school starts. please” -you

you got the sam edition(tm) from aisha too

AND aisha’s very graphic rendition of her standing up to yasmine

“front wedgie…aisha how did you even think of that?” -you

honestly you wanted to observe the drama, not be apart of it

little did you know that was not really an option in CK

especially when the miyagi do dojo is defiled

you kinda side eyed hawk while johnny yelled at everyone about it. he did seem pretty enthused when you made a joke about burning down their dojo

damn, you hoped no one would bring that joke up thats actually really incriminating

anyways, johnny went on his trip with his old cobra kai homies (which u thought was really sweet you hoped in 30 years you could still be friends with your less-destructive karate buds)

you went to coyote creek with the gang for a training exercise

“you ever do anything like this back home?” -tory

“uh…not really? i mostly did weapons training, kata, some sparring…in a dojo, of course” -you

“yeah, sensei lawrence isn’t exactly the most traditional” -miguel “when i was his only student he actually tied my hands and threw me into a pool in the middle of the night when no one was around”

“HUH??” -you

once you were all deep in the forest and the rules were explained to steal headbands and such, you had a question of your own

“are there any animals or bugs native to california i should be concerned about? like, florida had alligators and their student get trained to run away in zigzags—is there anything out here that you guys have been trained to escape that i should know about?” -you

your question was laughed at but you were dead serious

u were on miguel’s team and noticed an awkward rift once the “battle” was over

“dude, what’s wrong?” -you

“this is” -miguel flashing the medal of honor he took from hawk

“is that..?” -you, connecting more dots “i think i need a notebook or something to keep up with this”

“that’s weird. don’t do that” -miguel

“noted” -you

you were shocked to hear that kreese had been booted from CK

“i wonder if miyagi do has this much drama?” -you

before the summer was over, hawk’s ex moon threw a party and you were over the moon (haha get it) to be able to meet more people before classes were back in

maybe making friends outside of the dojo was a good move

unfortunately it didn’t take long for dojo rivalry to ruin the party

we got moon’s new gf, hawk and demetri argument, sam and tory drink-off, sam and miguel kiss, and then the cops showing up

“we just cant have a non-messy outing can we? on the east coast we could just go to school, go to the dojo, go to the mall, go to parties and no one got in some weird karate driven fight” -you, complaining while running from the cops

“can you stop talking about the east coast? you’re in the valley, this is what happens in the valley” -miguel

you try a hard reset when your first day of school starts

meet up with your friends, find your classes, have a great first day of the new school year!

everything had been tense since moon’s party, but you weren’t gonna let that affect you!

until tory got on the PA and summoned sam for a karate brawl

“no fucking way. no way. i cannot be apart of this” -you

it did not take long until you were apart of this

in the hallways of your new school, terrible way to start the year, you were just trying to break it up!!!!

but as soon as someone hit you in the face all bets were off you were a menace

blah de blah blah tory cuts sam with her bracelet, robby throws miguel over the railing down the stairs, everybody gets a vibe check, miguel is in the hospital in a coma, tory is arrested, robby is on the run

miraculously you have been cleared of all wrongdoing as you talked your way out of it

“i’m new here, i don’t even know these people!! i was just scared for my life so i fought back. i could have been thrown down the stairs too, my parents could sue!!” -you

despite all your dojo rivalries, you checked in on sam when you crossed paths at the hospital. you knew how much she meant to miguel and you thought that was fucking insane

“i know we don’t really know each other from anything but karate, but i really didn’t know what was going on. im new to the valley and im trying to make friends, i never thought it’d end up like this” -you

“yeah, sometimes we make friends with the wrong people” -sam

“i grew up with karate, and cobra kai had just won this super popular tournament over here, it seemed like the right choice” -you

“i get it. i know it’s not your fault. and it’s nice to meet you now that we’re not at each other’s throats—this karate rivalry is decades old, too. i can’t even keep up with it” -sam

“you think miguel is gonna pull through?” -you

“i hope so…i dont know how i’ll go on if he doesn’t. so he has to” -sam

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theosang3ls · 2 months ago

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Being childhood Best Friends with Mattheo Riddle

female!reader

warnings: mentions of smoking, swearing, no proofreading has been done

A/N: those are just a few scenarios that popped up in my head lol! Also excuse any Grammatical errors English is not my first language! Enjoy!

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You had grown up side by side, your lives intertwining from the moment you took your first steps. From scraped knees to shared secrets, there was never a time when he wasn’t by your side. And when you both arrived at Hogwarts, that bond only deepened—your friendship solidifying into something unshakable, something that felt less like companionship and more like the undeniable connection of siblings.

You tutored him nearly every day, though, it felt less like a responsibility and more like an excuse to invade each other’s dorms. It had become a routine—one that involved as much bickering as it did actual studying. The moment you stepped into Mattheo’s room, a pungent stench assaulted your senses like a physical blow. You recoiled, gagging dramatically as you waved a hand in front of your face. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! What is that smell?!” you demanded, your voice climbing an octave in sheer horror. “It’s like a possum farted and then died in here!” Pinching your nose shut, you turned to glare at him, only to find Mattheo lounging on his bed with an infuriating lack of concern. His damp curls clung to his forehead, his Quidditch gear still clinging to him like he’d just walked off the field. “Hey! I just got back from practice, take it easy,” he defended, stretching lazily. “Take it easy?” you repeated, scandalized. “I’m going to pass out!” You dramatically dropped your books onto his bed, casting a look of sheer betrayal in his direction. Then, as if the realization hit you like a second wave of the stench, you squinted at him suspiciously. “Wait—don’t you finish practice forty minutes ago?” Mattheo shrugged, entirely too casual for someone currently turning his dorm into a biohazard zone. “Stayed a little longer after we were done,” he said nonchalantly. You inhaled sharply through your nose—big mistake. A fresh wave of pure, unfiltered death hit you square in the face. “Oh, Merlin—Dude, use some deodorant before I die in here!” You threw a pillow at him for good measure, but he only laughed, clearly enjoying your suffering.

“Mattheo, I swear to Salazar himself, if you try to set me up with Nott one more time, I will personally castrate you.” You shot him a withering glare as you dropped onto the bench beside him in the Great Hall, stabbing a piece of toast with unnecessary aggression. Mattheo, entirely unfazed—as always—leaned back against the table with a smug grin. “Oh, come on,” he drawled, tossing a grape into his mouth like this was the most casual conversation in the world. “You two would make a perfect couple. You have so much in common.” You groaned, letting your head fall dramatically onto the table for a brief second before lifting it to glare at him. For months now, Mattheo had made it his personal mission to shove you and his best friend, Theodore Nott, together. It was as if he thought playing matchmaker was his divine purpose. “Name one thing we have in common,” you challenged, narrowing your eyes. You knew damn well he wouldn’t have a solid answer—but then again, Mattheo never backed down from a debate. Without missing a beat, he grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You both smoke,” he announced, as if he’d just delivered the most compelling argument in history. You blinked at him, unimpressed. “That’s your reasoning?” A disbelieving chuckle left your lips as you shook your head. “You’re unbelievable.” Mattheo merely smirked, clearly pleased with himself, while you shoved his shoulder in exasperation.

After a long day packed with endless tasks, all you wanted was to collapse onto your bed and let sleep take you. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion as you trudged into your dorm, already half-ready to pass out. But the moment you stepped inside, your plans for peace and quiet were completely shattered. There, sprawled across your bed like he owned the place, was Mattheo. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, wisps of smoke curling toward the ceiling. His boots were still on—on your sheets, no less—and he looked far too comfortable for someone who had his own dorm. “Oh, come on, man!” you groaned, rubbing your temples as you walked over to your desk, dropping your bag with a heavy thud. “You have your own bed. In your own dorm. Why are you always in mine?” Mattheo barely glanced up, exhaling a slow stream of smoke like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed. “Yours is cozier,” he said with a casual shrug, as if that justified trespassing. Rolling your eyes, you reached for the small bag of cookies you’d left on your desk earlier—only to grab at empty air. You froze. Slowly, you turned, already knowing the answer but still daring to ask, “Where are the cookies I left here?” Mattheo’s guilty expression was immediate. He stiffened, his cigarette pausing midair as he gave you the most unconvincing, sheepish smile. The way he raised his shoulders slightly—an innocent, who me? gesture—only made him look more suspicious. “Mattheo,” you said, voice dangerously low, “I swear to God.” He let out a nervous chuckle, clearly aware of the impending consequences.“You’re a dead man, Riddle.” Mattheo barely had time to react before you launched a pillow straight at his head.

“Hey, wanna hang out tonight?” Mattheo’s voice rang out as he effortlessly fell into step beside you, his usual lazy grin plastered across his face. You barely spared him a glance, too focused on making it to your next class on time. “Sorry, can’t,” you said with an apologetic smile. “I’m going on a date with Cedric.”For a moment, Mattheo just stared at you. Then, placing a hand over his heart like he’d just received the most devastating news, he gasped dramatically. “Aww, how romantic—I think I’m gonna puke.” His voice dripped with mock excitement, and he even threw in a fake gag for extra effect. You stopped in your tracks to glare at him. “Seriously? Is this because I didn’t go on a date with Theodore?” Mattheo scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Not entirely.” You let out an exaggerated sigh, already knowing where this was going. He pointed a finger at you accusingly. “But—you’re going out with the enemy! That’s number one betrayal right there!” “Oh my God, you are so dramatic,” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you resumed walking. Mattheo, however, was not finished. “Dramatic?” he repeated, his voice laced with faux offense. “If I was really dramatic, pretty boy would be staring at the ground from a different direction right now.” His tone was far too casual for the sheer level of violence he was suggesting. You shot him an unimpressed look. “He’s actually really nice!” you defended, crossing your arms. Mattheo let out a loud, mocking sigh. “Ohhh, pretty boy’s nice,” he repeated in a high-pitched voice, dramatically fluttering his lashes as he mimicked you. Before he could finish his performance, your notebook made direct contact with the back of his head. “Cut it out, Mat,” you huffed. He simply chuckled, rubbing the spot where you’d hit him, clearly pleased with himself despite the assault.

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A/N: I love love love Mattheo, he’s so iconic!!!

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