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howlingday · 7 months ago

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hey, remember my accidental villain jaune au? the one where he was a shonen anime villain and pyrrha was the hero but jaune had no idea what was going on actually? I'm curious what a scene of that would look like written by you. would you mind giving us a taste?

Hm... I guess I can give it a shot. Show you how I'd make this series if I thought of it.

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"So, uh, what's your name?"

"My name?" He chuckled. "What is a name when the deed is more worth remembering?" Jaune had practiced this line time and time again. His weeks in drama club, acting classes, and practicing in front of the mirror made certain his performance was perfect. Maybe if this girl was really impressed, she'd want to hang out with him more.

"Uh, yeah, I guess?" She giggled. "So you want to be remembered as Vomit Boy for the rest of the school-year?"

ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! THE MISSION HAS FAILED! NEW MISSION OBJECTIVE: DON'T CRY IN FRONT OF THE COOL GIRL!

"Ah... No..." Jaune felt his body go rigid. His face must've been beet-red from this embarrassment. "Uh, my name is Jaune. Jaune Arc." He lifted his shaking fingers and shifted them into shaking finger-guns. "Sh-Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The- The ladies l-love it~!"

She snorted. "Do they really?"

"Uh... They do. Or, they will..." Jaune could just die.

"Well, I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." She raised her fingers into less shaky finger-guns. "And I'm also a Shadow Masque fan~!"

"Oh, that's good..."

"What were you trying to accomplish by doing that, anyways?"

"I was... trying to look in front of you."

"Aw... You don't have to do that." Ruby put a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't?" Jaune replied, hope brewing in his eyes.

"You already threw up on my sister's shoe. There's no coming back from that." Jaune slumped forward, exhausted. As he did, a thin slab of metal wobbled from his side. "Hey, what's that?"

"What's what?" Jaune looked up, noticing Ruby eyeing his weapon. "Oh! This is my sword." He clicked it open, extending the sides into a kite shield. "Oh, and uh, shield, too."

"Wow..." Ruby gazed in awe. "It's so retro!"

"Yeah, I borrowed it from my-" Jaune blinked. "Ret- Retro?"

"Yeah, you don't see a lot of classic weapons these days."

"W-Well, it's not that retro!" Jaune clicked his shield, compacting it into a sheath. "See?! It's easier to carry now!"

"But wouldn't it still be just as heavy?"

"Y... Yeah..." She giggled. "Well, what makes your weapon so state-of-the-art?"

"Well, I wouldn't call her state-of-the-art, but..." Ruby whipped out her weapon, as Jaune watched helplessly as it mecha-shifted into a massive scythe almost twice his size! "...Crescent Rose gets the job done~."

Jaune fell to his knees. He was going to throw up. He was going to throw up right here, in front of this younger student with the cooler weapon than he could have ever dreamed of. He could honestly cry if not for one thing he still had on his side... IMPROV!

He chuckled. "An impressive class of weapon, Miss Rose~." She blushed. "I look forward to seeing her in action." He leaned in close. "And yourself, too~."

"Oh, stop~!" She squirmed at the compliment. There was an announcement on the PA system. She shook her thoughts clear. "Uh, we should probably make our way to the auditorium, right?"

"Yeah, we should." Jaune dropped the act, regaining his composure. "Uh, lead the way!"

"I thought you were leading the way?" Ruby asked. The two stared at one another before they both slumped with a sigh. "Let's find a map."

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"Why, hello there, my dears~."

"Huh?"

"Hello~!"

"I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about forming a team." Jaune smiled a devilish smile. "May I perhaps join you in this endeavor?"

"The only endeavor is listening to you talk." The young woman in white muttered under her breath.

"Well, I think I'd rather just let fate decide who's on what team." The young woman in bronze answered.

"You mean the same fate that brought me to you?" He gave a bow, his hand crossing over her chest as he dipped low, not looking up once. "Jaune Arc, future huntsman."

"My, aren't you confident?"

"Too confident." Weiss huffed. "Jaune, is it?"

"It is." He looked up, offering his hand to her, palm up. "And you are~?"

"Annoyed, actually." She said with flared nostrils. "But if you must know my name, it's Weiss Schnee." She gestured to her friend. "And do you know her name?"

"No, but I would like to~." The unknown girl giggled at his words, while Weiss only got angrier.

"Oh, stop~!"

"Yes, please, stop! This is Pyrrha Nikos!"

"A pleasure, Miss Nikos."

"Please, call me Pyrrha!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me." Weiss retracted. "This is THE Pyrrha Nikos!"

"The one and only, of course." Jaune kept laying on the charm, making her blush. It quickly stopped when Weiss grabbed his nose and tugged it down. "OW!"

"Pyrrha Nikos! Regional Champion of Mistral! Top graduate of Sanctum! THAT Pyrrha Nikos!"

Jaune stepped back, rubbing his nose. "Uh... Sorry. None of that rings a bell. Should I know you?"

"Have you been living under a rock?!" Weiss nearly screeched. "She's on the face of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes!" Jaune gasped, and Weiss let out a sigh of exasperation. "Finally..."

"Oh, that was you! I thought you looked familiar!" Jaune lifted his chest-plate to reveal the bunny hoodie beneath. "I ate, like, fifty boxes to get this thing!"

"Oh, I... bet they were scrumptious..."

"Not really." Jaune admitted, bringing his armor down. "They tasted like cardboard to be honest."

"Yeah, they did..." Pyrrha reminisced on less happy days.

"Well, Pyrrha," Jaune offered his hand to her, "I'd be more than happy to see a woman of your skill on my team."

"How about a demonstration?" Weiss asked, looking to Weiss. She nodded to Jaune, and the celebrity sighed.

"I'm really sorry about this." Pyrrha said as she stood up.

"Sorry about WHOA!" Jaune was now pinned to the wall of the locker-room, held aloft by Pyrrha's spear. She reached up and yanked it out, apologizing as she passed.

"So, this is Dork Masque, huh?" A girl asked as she passed by, Ruby close behind.

"Don't be mean, Yang!" She looked back to Jaune. "Uh, see you later, Jaune."

He sighed. "Yeah... See ya."

He stood up and brushed himself off. Reaching behind him, he felt the hole in the hood of his one victory in life. He took a deep breath and shuffled to the exit as he sighed. Hopefully there won't be worse understanding like this. Thinking back on it, though, this dark persona he'd fashioned from Dark Masque seemed to be working. Maybe he could play around with it for just a little bit longer. He'd have to come up with a cooler name, though. Something like...

DARK ARC

...except, y'know, less lame.

#rwby #accidental villain jaune au #accidental villain jaune #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long #pyrrha nikos

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bluepandastarfish · 11 months ago

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The Spirit Of Castle Dimitrescu Chapter 2

Lady Dimitrescu X Ghost!Fem Reader

Warnings: violence, mention of violence, angst, sadness, kinda creepy mentioned behaviours

Tell me if I missed any warnings!

Chapter 1

Lady Dimitrescu masterlist

A/N: I'm embarrassed this took so long 🙈 thank you for waiting I do really enjoy writing this stuff. This chapter feels to short I'd be really happy to do more I JUST don't know where this story is going! If Anyone has any ideas on where to take this please leave in comments or send an ask I need help I'm incapable :')

ENJOY!

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A chill ran through you as you woke up in your bed again.

Your nightgown not yet stained with blood and your figure not yet malnourished or sickly.

A knock is heard on your bedroom door, just as it is every time. Just as it was the first time.

You stand from your bed, forced to walk the same steps you had that night. You open the door to a man you can't quite see the face of- almost as if it has been blurred out. He shouts intangible words at you, he pushes you back and away from the door.

You do not fight back as he shows you the pistol he had tucked into his dress pants (you think it strange that he was fully dressed in the middle of the night but perhaps you've misremembered it after living through it so many times). Hearing words screamed in your face that you can only make out as threats when he grips your arm and drags you out of the room with him.

He does not slow when you accidentally hit your shoulder on the door frame, he does not slow when your dress is caught on the small table and is ripped around your ankles. But he stops when you reach the bottom of the main stairs- both of you stop when two shadows barge in through the dining room door.

Once they had looked like men you knew, but now you struggled to remember them at all. Even as he raises his gun and shoots wildly at the shadow people and both fall to the ground with loud thuds you feel apathetic. It is only when you try to wrestle the gun from him that you feel a sense of dread.

He does not give it easily but you hold onto it with all your might, echoing of your screams and cries around you even as you did not make any noise currently. Finally you can make out his words.

“Do you wish to die with the bastards!”

A firm slap to the face knocks sense from you and your grip on the gun loosens. The world becomes a void around you as you stumble back and make a noise that feels inhuman as a shot finally rings out.

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Waking up after those ‘dreams’ is always very strange. Wherever you fell asleep- you then woke up, which you guess is normal. But you weren't normal anymore.

You'd fallen asleep in the Lady's bed shortly after she had. While she was under the covers on the left side and facing inward, you laid opposite her to admire her bare face. Even without makeup she seemed gorgeous and you would've been jealous of her if you weren't struggling with your strange fascination.

The interaction in the opera hall had been fun for you… but it hurt you in ways you didn't understand when she fell away from you in fear. Another part of you is almost proud that you had cracked the hard exterior- the mask she wore.

She was not in bed opposite you anymore but judging by how the duvet was still folded toward you and the pillow hadn't been fluffed she must have gotten out very recently. You sigh and shift over slightly, not noticing how the duvet actually shifts under you as you do, and blurry your face into her pillow to savor the smell of her faded perfume. If you were honest, the smell of it after she has worn it all day is much more pleasing than when she first applied it in the morning.

You turn your head, now resting your cheek on her pillow, facing the closest wall and listening as you hear the telephone ring on the vanity on the opposite side of the room. A loud sigh sounded (and for a moment you nearly smiled at her obvious distaste for whoever was calling) before the phone was picked up and the ladys deep voice echoed pleasantly through your mind.

“Yes?” Her tone was short, clearly wanting to be done with the conversation quickly- likely because she was anxious to get back to her girls who must've left earlier. “oh- Mother Miranda” you sneered at the suddenly cheery tone in her voice, a smile that could be heard in her speech vexed you as you lifted yourself into a seated position on her bed.

You hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the woman who seemed to have enchanted *your* lady- but if you ever did you'd be sure to scare her enough that she'd never bother this family again. She always seemed to ask questionable things of Alcina, that or schedule dull meetings that lasted far too long for your liking. While Alcina seemed happy you could see that whatever… ‘relationship’ the two shared was nothing short of unhealthy.

Alcina is quiet as Mother Miranda speaks on the other end of the telephone. “of course, I-” She is cut off again as mumbles can be hard through the phone in her hand. You decide now to sit up, albeit lazily, in order to gauge her reaction through the mirror.

Alcina head was tilted slightly as she held the phone to her ear with a delicate grip, as if she was afraid she would break it. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders but only reached about halfway down her shoulder blades as she liked to keep it short enough for her signature hairstyle to be nearly and easily pinned into place everyday, judging by this unorganized appearance you'd been right in your guess that shed woken up not long ago.

Her face was bare of makeup- although judging by the way she was absentmindedly setting up products infront of her as she listened to the phone, she planned on doing herself up soon enough. Most mornings she liked to be composed before any staff or lady's maid helped her dress (which is why she never bathed in the mornings), there was no need for anyone to see her without makeup on before she was ready.

She seemed slightly annoyed by the fact that Mother Miranda was not letting her get a word in, evident by the fact she was nibbling on the inside of her lip (another habit of hers you noticed) and placing the products on her vanity slightly harsher than normal. Finally the woman on the other end seemed to stop talking and so Alcina let a small smile trail back onto her face.

“Of course, it all sounds rather urgent. Are you sure you won't be needing an extra hand with these things? I am well equipped with-” her smile fell as she was interrupted again before she sighed quietly and nodded to herself. “yes- yes… my size would likely hinder your progress. Well in any case please do inform me if you need anything else. I'll have some maid delivered to you before midday”

Her smile was sadder now or maybe just tired as she said a cheery sounding goodbye into the phone with another reminder that “should you need *anything* please contact me” before she placed the phone down slowly and switched her gaze to her own reflection in the mirror. She sighed and squinted angrily at herself before beginning to harshly apply layers of makeup to her face.

You sneer at the way she roughly applies makeup to her skin, you were sure her grip on the brush would snap the thing in half soon enough. You grunt in a very unlady like manner and stand from the bed to approach her wardrobe.

“I think you should go with the red dress today, gorgeous” you say aloud despite knowing the Lady couldn't hear you. “A change in outfit might cheer you up a bit, my dear. No point stewing in the same outfit everyday of your life.” you ruffle one of the dresses out the way as you phase your upper body through the wardrobe door to get a look at the one you want her to wear. Unfortunately you are unable to see nearly anything with the darkness that shrouded the small space inside the wardrobe- and so you pop back out of the door and turn to the Lady “Would you open the door for me, dear? I can't see a thing without the light of the room.”

Of course she doesn't respond to you but only five minutes later, and as she had finished her makeup, a knock was on her door followed by Alcina short “Enter”. The lady's maid entered then and swiftly greeted Alcina before opening her wardrobe and flipping through dresses. You make your way to the vanity and sit on it, directly next to Alcina to whisper to her.

“the red one is the best option, georgous”

She turned to look at the maid rifling through the wardrobe and swallowed almost nervously before telling the woman quietly “I think we will go with the red dress today, Elizabeta”. The girl merely nodded and pulled out the dress in question to set it on the ladys bed.

The Lady glanced around her then as if she was trying to see something that wasn't there and then announced quite quietly. “you may leave now, I don't require your service any further this morning.” the maid looked confused but seemed relieved at the same time as she left the room without question. Once the door had closed Alcina looked around the room once more and sighed “if… the ghost” she seemed irritated saying the word “is here, I ask that you either give me privacy to dress or you help.”

Your eyes widen at her words, not having expected her to talk directly to you. After so long of not being spoken to it was sort of scary and it didn't help that The Lady was a very intimidating lady. She kind of reminded you of your wet nurse in that way- although more attractive in so many ways. You gulped and were shocked for a moment by how audible it was before going over to the bed where the dress had been placed and beginning to undo the buttons so Alcina could get into it.

She was silent as she watched the dress undo itself relatively quickly as if nervous hands were handling them. Once all the buttons had been undone, the dress was flipped so the back faced her and it took a moment for her to move to take her nightgown off. Alcina thought, if this ghost were a human woman then she could likely hold power over her the same way she held power over all the other little maidens in her care. She was well aware that lots of her staff fancied her in some way- having incredible hearing she always knew which of these girls acted on their desires when they had moments alone. Never did she give any of these depraved women a second glance because they were beneath her and her daughter's, to stop as low as to give them attention would be an insult to herself.

Now, however, something she has not encountered before is within her grasp. If anything she is sure Mother Miranda would be interested in such a thing- especially if she could find a way to communicate with the ghost of her real daughter. And so Alcina has decided she will play along with this creature for a while or at least until she has something of value from it to show Mother Miranda.

She was pulled from her thoughts by a gentle cough and when she looked up she was greeted by the familiar spector again. The woman avoided her gaze this time- seeming to find the floor very interesting as she stood beside the end of the bed where the ladys red dress laid- Alcina took a deep breath and squinted as she took in the other woman's appearance. Still too thin to be consindered healthy and dark patches under her eyes with blood both wet and dried covering a portion of her dress.

Alcina swallowed again and the woman began to twiddle her thumbs in front of her. She was slightly surprised that the ghost seemed nervous now compared to how she was when they spoke in the opera hall, no shame as she seemed to flirt and compliment Alcina- no shame when she scared her half to death with her gastly change appearance. Speaking of which, it seemed the girl must have the ability to change her appearance at will to a more grotesque and ghoulish state, something the lady would keep in mind.

“ ‘s all unbuttoned, geor-uh” you looked up from your thumbs then and at Alcina as you corrected your mumblings “my lady”. Everything seemed a bit too real now that she was really interacting with you- it felt like you were talking with a book character you'd been fantasizing about for years. You were just glad she did not know the depth of your infatuation with her (or that you'd already helped her change multiple times before).

Alcina abruptly stood up, albeit on slightly shaking legs and approached the dress without giving you another glance. She hastily turned to take the nightgown off so you could only see her back muscles and it took everything in you not to trail your gaze lower just before she slipped the dress over her head. Luckily -or unluckily- for you her back was still displayed to you as she couldn't reach to do up the buttons herself, she perched herself gently on the end of her bed and seemed to mean backwards toward you slightly.

It took a moment before you realized you were meant to be helping her now (instead of just watching like some pervert) and quickly got closer to carefully do the buttons up on her back. You both seemed to shiver involuntarily when your skin brushed hers but unfortunately for two different reasons, Alcina had barely managed not to flinch away from your freezing body temperature whereas you were just amazed by the fact that you were now touching her.

She pushed her lips together impatiently as it seemed to be taking an unusually long while for the ghostly woman to simply button up a dress- perhaps it was too much for her as she had not done it for a long while? And then The Lady wondered why you had not revealed yourself sooner. Something was stopping you? A lack of confidence? Fear? Then again what would an already dead woman have to fear?

She was yet again cut from her thoughts by the freezing touch just brushing the back of her scalp and something else being pushed through her hair. She snapped her head around to look accusingly at you and you merely leaned away slightly and avoided her eye again before muttering that “one of the pins was loose”.

Alcina sighed (she was doing an awful lot of sighing lately, you had noticed) and stretched her shoulders slightly, giving a pleased hum when she felt all the buttons had been done up. “Well, I must say I'm pleased you managed to get the buttons done without issue. However long it took you” she noticed you wince at her words and she gathered that you must not really be much of a threat right now if you were so nervous with her.

“yes… apologize, my lady. It's been a while since I did something so delicate with my hands” you keep your gaze on those very hands, as if judging them for taking so long to do her buttons up. A large finger under your chin left you breathless (and you only just now thought about how silly it was that you still had to breathe) and wide eyed as it tilted your head up and to look your lady in the eye.

“you will look at me when you speak with me. Unless you consider yourself on the same level as my staff?” her question was not really a question you were meant to answer, as made evident by the fact that she didn't raise her eyebrow like she usually did when she was inquiring about something. So instead you allowed your eyelids to relax as you simply looked in those smoldering and golden eyes of hers, you must've looked hypnotized or drunk as you simply let your head weight rest on her finger and she seemed to have no trouble holding it up even with the one finger.

She cleared her throat and began looking around your face awkwardly as if your gaze was making her uncomfortable- or as you hoped, flustered. You blinked as she shifted her finger slightly to get your attention again and smiled dreaming at her. “I'm sorry, Alcina. You're intoxicating.” your words were a whisper as if what you were saying was a secret. This confused her again because of how confident you were in the opera room.

But then she furrowed her brows and tyres to appear angry instead of confused. “Were you given permission to use my first name?” she moved her thumbs now to hold your chin in place in case you tried to move away. You blinked at her lazily as if confused by her question and then try to tilt your head to the side before finding yourself unable to because of her grip.

You smile apologetically at her before whispering again “I'm sorry, my lady. I've gotten used to saying whatever I please, having no one hearing you for centuries can make you forget your manners”. You began to panic slightly now as she narrowed her eyes at your answer, thinking to yourself that you must've upset her when all you wanted was to tell her the truth.

She seemed to notice panic on your face as her features softened and she turned fully to face you, moving her hand to gently hold your cheek instead in some kind of comforting gesture. “That will have to change from now on, girl.” her tone was just as soft as her touch. “I expect you to make yourself present and visible to me more often.”

Your eyes widened and for a split second you thought of a world where you did appear to her constantly. Where you joined them at the dinner table and sat in your own chair instead of just watching her and her daughter's conversation. Where they laughed with you at jokes you'd make instead of not hearing them.

In that world you would be part of their family- you would be Cassandra's friend who appeared in front of maids to scare them and then laugh together. You would spend quiet moments with Daniela in the library reading the romance books she recommended you days prior and then you'd discuss them together. Bela would vent to you about the pressure she feels due to managing some of the vineyard instead of writing it in her journal and having breakdowns alone in her room.

Alcina would ask you to read to her by the fire in the main hall in the evening. You would paint with her and she would try to hide her gorgeous laughs at your pitiful attempts to copy one of her paintings, when you both know all you can really paint is what Daniela calls a stickman.

Your family.

But they're not. And you are long dead.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela were perfect. And you were dead. Only sticking around to see what you could've had if you had only lived.

And so you leave Alcina in that position. Her hand was still hovering where your cheek was as she held you. Because staying there would be a burden for her family. She looks agitated but you tell yourself that it's only because you dared disobey her wishes (even though you hope it is because she enjoyed you).

You can't be the girl's mother for the same reason you cannot be anyone's mother.death should've been the end. Joining them in a physical way would be selfish and only you would gain from it while this perfect family would be stuck with you for however long their immortal lives last.

You were stupid and selfish to show yourself to Bela- you thought it'd be fun to finally show yourselves to them instead of just tucking Bela into bed after she exhausted herself with another panic attack. Or putting books back onto shelves because Dani left them in a mess on the floor. Or tripping the maids that fled Cassandra so she could catch them more easily.

Taking the pins out of Alcinas hair when she falls asleep at her desk instead of her bed. Tidying her paperwork into neater piles so she did not struggle to find things she needed. Knocking her reading glasses off the top of her head when she forgot she'd put them there and began searching the castle for them.

But you would stay in your place. Because your place was better for everyone in the long run. You refused to infiltrate and infect this perfect family with your unnatural existence.

Thank you for reading! Sorry if the ending feels kind of crap I will change it if soemone is unhappy with it <3

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Part 3

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x ghost reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #resident evil x reader

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dead-boys-club · 11 months ago

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† on set : katsuki.

❥ scenario: watching kat die ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ minor request - this goes with the qrp kat.

the studio was bussing with activity, the general chaos of a t.v set in full swing. crew members fluttered back and forth, adjusting the lighting, making sure cameras were set up correctly, and making sure everything was perfect in hopes of a flawless take. you were tucked away, trying not to get stepped on, watching everything unfold with excitement and nervous anticipation.

today was a big day - one of many emotionally intense scenes from the series. the scene where bakugo, played by your partner, faces shigaraki in a desperate battle, only to be struck down. you tried to distract yourself knowing even if it was fake, it was still heart wrenching. you thought back to your first time on set, snorting over the fact he shared the same first name of the character.

you knew it was all just acting and special effects. you knew that katsuki wasn't actually going to die, that it was all just a made up story. even so, the thought of watching him die.. even in a false context, made your heart ache.

katsuki had insisted you come along, wanting you to see the scene. 'it's going to be great,' he had said, a toothy grin on his face, 'you'll see, i'm gonna nail it.'

you knew he would, of course, which is what made you anxious. now, you sat watching as he prepared for the scene. he was in full costume, his usual brash attitude toned at the edges to focus. watching him get into character was always something that made you smile, he always made it obvious just how much he loved what he did. he bounced in place for a moment, shaking his hands and rolling his shoulders, intensity building in his eyes as he got ready.

when the director called for quiet on set, you took a deep breath and fell silent with everyone else. your eyes followed your partner, watching with bated breath as he put everything into the role, his usual passion in every movement, word and emotion held by the character. it was amazing to see, if you were being honest.

everything was going smoothly up until that moment - the devasting blow that sent katsukl crashing to the ground, body limp, eyes dull and unfocused. oh, you hated it. the acting was so good - too good. you hated the idea of seeing him such a state in real term.

you felt your heart ache, hands gripping the edge of your seat as you slid closer to it. you had to remind yourself it was just acting, he was fine. it was just a scene for a show. but the way katsuki played the part, the way he made it so real that you hadn't noticed the tears welling up until one spilled down your cheek.

your breath hitched as you reached up, quickly trying to brush the tears away. it felt so silly to be so upset over something that wasn't real, something that was make believe. that didn't stop the way you felt at the sigh of him lying there, motionless - it tugged at something deep inside you. you had to force yourself to look away.

the director called 'cut' and everything was back to it's loud, quick paced normality. the set burst into life, crew members rushing to set for the next take. katsuki was already sitting up, brushing himself off with a toothy, prideful grin. he knew he was good.

before you could manage to wipe away any evidence of your feelings, you heard a voice behind you. it was izuku, making his way over with a playful smile. 'aww, getting emotional, are we? didn't think you'd be so soft, seeing kat like that.'

your cheeks burned dark, a mixture of embarrassment and affection flooding through. 'leave me alone.. i know it's just acting but..' you huffed, brows furrowing a bit, 'he's just.. really good at it. it sucks.'

katsuki, who'd caught the exchanged as he walked up, raising a brow. 'caught you snifflin', huh? told you i'd nail it.'

you rolled your eyes but there was no way you could hide the warmth in your expression. 'you were amazing, blah blah,' you answered, bringing your hands up to rub your face, trying to hide the smile. 'don't start letting it go to your head, jerk.'

he chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair before leaning to kiss the top of your head. 'too late,' he chuckled before softening, nudging you, 'seriously, though. thanks for being here.'

you pursed your lips at the swell of emotions, knowing just how much it meant to him for you to be present, even if it meant making you cry. 'wouldn't miss it for the world,' you replied quietly.

izuku watched quietly, having stepped back from the conversation to give you a moment, shook his head. 'you two really are something else.. no idea how you two never ended up as a couple.'

katsuki snorted, offering you a smirk. 'nah.. we're just friends. right?' he asked, the playfulness evident in his tone but there was a sincerity to his gaze that reminded you exactly what you were to each other.

'yeah, just friends,' you smiled back, 'the best kind.'

and with that, the moment was gone, the set returning to it's chaotic state. you stood with katsuki while everything was being set up, leaning against him and discussing what you'd be getting for dinner while he played with your hair, occasionally yelling something to someone else. he'd always cover the ear on whatever side he was on, his other arm securely around your frame.

you stayed like that until he was called away, waving him off as you took a seat where you'd been before. you spent most of the takes on your phone or talking to other crew members and cast, the time passing pretty quickly. you didn't mind being there, content to be there for him - even if it made you cry once or twice more.

#mha #mha scenarios #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha imagine #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #qrp katsuki

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a-random-weeb · 1 year ago

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Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

#Yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #soft yandere #tw yandere #Yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #I'm sorry I left for so long TvT #Did yall miss me? :'3 #yandere oc #Dark yandere #Yandere puppy

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kissmeizuku · 2 months ago

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"Who's... That?" Part 3 !!

lowkey don't know why I'm so hyperfixated on writing these parts because it's not like I have 395474646 people begging me for more LMAOO

warnings: none I think!! Except cursing of course, because, uh, well yeah, Bakugo-

Anyways :D

You cleared your throat and looked between Iida and Midoriya, and then looked at Bakugo for a moment maybe longer than necessary. You looked back at Midoriya and Iida. "Could... Could you two leave? I'd like to speak to Katsuki privately." The green haired boy and black haired boy looked disappointed for a moment, standing up and leaving the room, not before looking at Bakugo with jealousy first of course.

Once the two boys left, you sat up awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Bakugo as you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I told you not to call me that, damn nerd."

He spoke roughly, but looked at your still silent form, that saddened face.

"Whatever, I guess I'll let it slide for now." He quickly changed his mind, looking at you again. Your face immediately lit up, and he hated how adorable it looked. "Well, anyways, why the hell did you get them to leave so you could talk to me?" He asked, grumbling.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up. "Why did you save me?" You asked quietly, and he nearly fell out of his chair.

"What the fuck?! I- I couldn't just let you die!" Bakugo sputtered, blushing a bit from anger or... maybe something more.

He went silent for a moment. "I care about you." He said, his voice rough and gravelly, and awfully quiet. You could barely believe your ears, or maybe you just couldn't hear from how quiet he was.

"...You what?" You asked, suddenly unable to talk.

"I SAID I CARE ABOUT YOU, DAMN IT!!!" Bakugo yelled, definitely raising his voice so you could hear it. Or, most likely, he was embarrassed having to repeat it. "I-I know, I fucked up in the past. Fucked up real bad. Actually, I don't regret some things I did." He admitted, his voice gruff and full of pride like usual.

"...But I do regret... fuck- I regret bullying you. And yelling at you. Nothing was your fault. I just... got too blinded by my own damn pride and anger that I just didn't-" He was cut off by you.

"I'll take that as an 'I miss you.' And I miss you too." You replied, smiling softly. He looked at you, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling a bit as well. "You're so annoying." He mumbled, but hugged you.

"I know. You are too." You whispered against his spiky blonde hair, hugging him back. He hugged you tightly, as if afraid you'd just disintegrate if he let go.

Iida and Midoriya were watching you two hug eachother tightly and whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears. Iida clenched his fists to his side and pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his anger and jealousy.

"I guess neither of us won, huh?" Midoriya muttered to Iida, more to himself than to Iida really. Iida nodded, slumping his tense shoulders in defeat.

"How did an explosive hothead like Bakugo manage to take Y/N for himself? It's astonishing really." Iida grumbled.

"No idea. Kacchan is... full of wonders..." Midoriya replied, sighing.

Now, time skip to about 2 weeks later. You were training, being paired up with Bakugo, making Iida and Midoriya drive mad with jealousy. And, to make matters worse, Iida and Midoriya were paired up, the two boys who despise each other's guts. You were laughing softly at something Bakugo said, and Bakugo couldn't help but laugh as well. The way you two were holding hands... It was taking Denki, Kirishima, Sero and the girls every ounce of self control to not yell "LOVEBIRDS!!!" at Y/N and Bakugo.

Maybe you two were lovebirds.

And you just didn't know it yet.

Making part 4 soon!! Might not be able to do it for like 3 days because of vacation 😔💔

#bakugo x reader #mha #mha fluff #mha x reader #jealousy #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader

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solarroseart · 8 months ago

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Going to desperately attempt to not die of embarrassment before posting this.

The development journey for all my Sonic OCs. More below the cut.

Yeah as a. uh. under 10yo baby. I was not the most creative. Aaron was literally just blue tails until I wised up as a teen. I liked Tails, he was my favorite (still one of my favs) and so I wanted to Have Him. Please forgive my baby crimes.

Anyone who read the tags on the other post and was confused by Athena and Alyssa merging into one character- this is why. They both had. rainbows. I had a lot of characters with rainbows.

In fact, I also had a MLP character who ALSO had rainbows all over her. This character got reposted to one of those edgy "cringe MLP characters" blogs where the people who ran the blog criticized my using the default rainbow gradient. Tween me then went on to bury all of my rainbow characters, including Alyssa.

I also seemed to have misremembered where Ariel (not pictured) was placed in all of this, I think Ariel was actually a precursor to Alyssa, not Athena and Alyssa merging into one character. All the drawings of Ariel that I have stop after 2010 and I don't have any drawings of Alyssa prior to 2011. When that whole thing with the blog happened, I buried both Alyssa and Athena until reviving Athena in 2015 with just red roses this time and Alyssa later in 2019. In her full rainbow glory.

I decided to revive Alyssa because someone I was friends with waaaay back in the day on Deviantart, who loved her design and drew me a bunch of gift art, asked about what happened to her. I was so honored and frankly surprised that someone remembered her and loved her design that much. We fell out of touch again after that, but I am still really grateful to them for that.

Screw the guy who told me rainbows are cringe, you are cringe and I hope you stub your toe.

Anyways I revamped almost all of my characters in 2015, Including Aaron and Athena, though Aaron had turned into something that resembled his current color scheme in 2013. But I always liked the blue, so I wanted to keep some of it. Hence the definitely not an ATLA ripoff tattoo.

Aaron also used to be a fennec fox! Since 2013 he was, hence the ears. But IDW made that confusing and he's always been super tall, which didn't make sense for an absolutely tiny creature. So it wasn't until this year that he became a dingo!

Athena's had her unbloomed outfit for the longest, 2021 is at least the earliest instance I could find of her bloomed outfit but I'm pretty sure I had the idea swimming around in my head for a while prior. I'd have to check my physical sketchbooks to be sure (thankfully I started dating most of my sketches in 2015)

Then earlier this year I. Finally. Decided to give them all proper references. I love my guys, they have been with me a very long time and they are all special to me. I am really hoping to do more with them all soon.

Thanks for getting this far if you did, I hope it was entertaining and if not at least mildly intriguing!

#solar.txt #sonic ocs #sonic fanart #files this under “posts for me”#but it is true what they say. You CAN do whatever you want forever.#in fact you SHOULD do whatever you want forever #Wonder's post from yesterday got my brain stewing so. here's the result of that #Athena the Seedrian #Aaron the Dingo #Alyssa the Arctic Fox

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 1 year ago

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Helpless part 23

"Do you know a guy called Ralph Turnham?"

"Yeah, there talking to that blonde girl near the gate."

"Thanks."

"No problem." The Ghost King walked over towards a tall guy with blonde hair and look that he only had three functioning braincells.

"You're Ralph Turnham right?"

"What do you want, freak?" Nico punched him as hard as he could in the jaw, the boy fell backward, a look of anger washed over his face.

"You'll pay for that you bitch." He went to punch the smaller boy in the face but he grabbed his arm, pushing him away.

"Meet me outside, I wouldn't want you embarrassing yourself."

"You're going die today you cunt."

"I very much doubt that, but you'll pay for what you did to my sister."

"You think you can actually take me in a fight? Imagine."

"Yes, I do actually."

"You're as useless as that whore, I wish I killed her. Nearly did you know, but I thought I'd do another round, the slut wasn't half bad for a n-" The son of Hades kicked him to the floor,

"Don't say another word about my sister you fucking piece of shit!"

"Let's take this outside, don't want all these witnesses when I kill you."

"Fine by me."

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hrtiu · 8 months ago

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Lucanis WIP

I'm working on a Lucanis x Crow Rook fic and thought I'd share a chunk. The story is going to explore some of the darker aspects of the Crows, and how their respective backgrounds influenced them. This snippet in particular is about how Lucanis's background has made it difficult for him to separate intimacy from violence. This scene is from when he is around 18, and has just moved out of Caterina's villa.

TW for brief violence and spicy makeouts. I'm hoping to get more written before I actually begin post this to AO3, but would love to see if anyone else is interested in this kind of story. I'm really excited about it!

Caterina was not the first visitor Lucanis had wanted in his new apartment, and yet here she was.

Caterina’s cane thunked heavily against the cheap pine floors as she toured the modest space, her nose wrinkled at the smell.

“You know the family’s downtown apartments are always available to you, right?” she said, her eyes scanning the slim bed, rickety desk, and barren drawers that served as Lucanis’s only furniture.

“I know. I’ll move there when I feel like I’ve earned it. How can I understand my marks if I’ve hardly lived in the world?”

Caterina nodded, and Lucanis couldn’t help but feel like he’d passed some kind of test.

Caterina sat carefully on the stained chair in the corner and nodded her head.

“You’ll do well here, my boy,” she said.

“Or I’ll die.”

A genuine laugh fell from Caterina’s lips at that. Lucanis couldn’t count the number of times he’d heard Caterina’s personal motto growing up: succeed or die. And of course Caterina loved nothing more than her own orders repeated back to her.

“That’s right, she said with a smile, “And I know which side of the coin you’ll fall on.”

“Thank you.”

Caterina reached into the dusty old handbag she always carried and pulled out a short, wicked-looking dagger.

“One last gift before I go,” she said, and instead of handing the blade to Lucanis, she walked over to his bed and tucked it nearly under his pillow.

“Really, Caterina?” Lucanis asked. “You think I don’t have enough knives?”

“You can never have enough knives,” she dismissed. “And now you have a proper Crow housewarming.”

“My house definitely feels warmed,” Lucanis muttered under his breath.

There was no way Caterina’s sharp ears didn’t hear him, but she ignored it.

“I’d best be on my way,” she said, gathering her things to herself with her chin raised. “Your cousin wants to show me his own apartments.”

“Of course.”

She walked out the door and Lucanis watched her go, wondering what she’d think of Illario’s luxurious new home. It would be strange, living without his cousin for the first time since their parents had died. Lucanis was worried that their time apart would deepen the already growing contrast between them.

From somewhere down below, Lucanis heard the street front door of his walk-up apartment close. Caterina was gone, and something tense in Lucanis’s chest eased.

Then, mere moments later, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Lucanis’s heart rate picked up. He had barely heard her footsteps approach his door. She must have taken his urge for discretion seriously.

In two steps the door was open, revealing the smiling, heart-shaped face of the woman he adored.

“Mariana!” he said, embarrassed at how breathless he sounded.

“Lucanis! I waited for your grandmother to leave. It felt like it took forever,” Mariana said. She was the picture of Antivan beauty: rich, clear skin, a generous figure, and mouth made for smiling.

“I’ve been waiting for this visit all week. Imagine how long that’s felt for me.”

Her smile broadened, and Lucanis knew he’d never tire of seeing it. He’d thought her smile cute when they’d first met at her stall in the market the previous year. Now, after sharing evening strolls, stolen kisses, and countless cups of coffee, Lucanis was convinced she was the most beautiful woman in all of Thedas.

“May I come in?” Mariana asked, and Lucanis realized she was still waiting on the threshold.

“Of course, of course, mi vida.”

“‘Mi vida’?” she said, stepping into the apartment with a coy smile. “You’re very bold today.”

He closed and locked the door behind her with one fluid motion, then pulled her into his arms.

“Something about you makes me feel bold.”

She laughed and swatted him playfully on the chest.

“I’m just a normal shop girl. What could possibly be inspiring about me to a Crow?”

He caught the hand that had swatted him and pressed it to his cheek, relishing in the feeling of fingers meant to caress and love rather than maim and kill.

“You are anything but normal to me, mi vida.”

Lucanis believed this with his whole heart, but he couldn’t deny that her very normality was part of the appeal. As steeped in the cloak and dagger of the Crows as he was, the pure and unqualified affection of a girl like Mariana was a breath of fresh air.

“Hmm, pretty words,” she hummed. “Do you care to prove them?”

Her hand pulled gently down his cheek, onto his chest, and further down. Not to the point of lewdness, but further than they had ever gone before. She’d always respected his boundaries, and the canals and alleyways they’d frequented in the past hadn’t afford this level of privacy.

Lucanis’s mouth went dry. Alone with Mariana. Nothing holding them back.

His hands went to her hips and he pulled her flush against him. He couldn’t pull away even if he’d wanted to, drawn to her like the tides to the moons.

“You drive me crazy,” he said, lowering his mouth to the space where her shoulder and neck met.

Her arms snaked up his back and she walked him backwards through the small apartment. Back, back, back, until they were falling onto his bed. Soon, she was straddling him. Her small hands raked up and down his body, and his thoughts lost any form of coherence.

Things were moving faster than he’d expected, but how could he complain? He was in paradise. She was bliss.

She kissed him, her tongue passionate and demanding. He tried to keep up, but in the back of his mind a strange sense of unease started to creep in.

What, are you afraid, cousin? Illario’s mocking voice sounded in the back of his head. What would the other houses think if they knew the great Lucanis Dellamorte was afraid of women? Afraid of sex?

Mariana started to undo the buttons of his shirt, and Lucanis let her, defiantly spurning the voice in his head. He wasn’t afraid of this. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

He reached for her thighs under her generous skirts, but before he could explore further, she unbuckled one, two, three belts and threw them to the floor. The fine leather and metal knife sheaths thudded heavily on the wooden floor.

“We won’t be needing those right now, will we?” she said with a smirk.

Then she leaned in to kiss him again. As she leaned, her weight shifted. A warning voice that sounded strangely like Caterina broke through the muddled warmth in his mind. The voice screamed at him words of danger, caution, and violence.

Mariana was on top of him, her knees pinning him tightly to the bed and her hands pressing his shoulders into his pillow. Lucanis suddenly felt trapped, as vulnerable as a hare in a hunter’s snare. He jerked his body to the side right as Mariana’s dagger stabbed into his ribs.

“House Velardo send their regards” her hot breath hissed into his ear.

Ignoring the pain, Lucanis’s hand strained against her grip long enough to find the handle of Caterina’s knife under his pillow. As his fingers closed around it, he yanked his hand free and sliced the dagger across her neck in a flash. She collapsed on top of him immediately, her warm blood dripping onto his bare chest.

Lucanis’s heart raced with adrenaline. He shoved Mariana’s body off of him and forced himself to stand. Upon inspection, the wound in his side was deep but not lethal. She would have got him right in the heart if he hadn’t moved at the last moment. She certainly had known what she was doing.

Hands shaking, Lucanis gathered up his clothing and set about washing all the blood away using only the water from the tiny sink in the bathroom. He had no idea how long it took. Then he dressed himself and headed for the Diamond.

He told the man who usually dealt with the bodies about Mariana’s corpse. Only the location--no other details. He told nobody else.

That night, he drank with Illario until the shaking stopped. If Illario noticed, he said nothing.

#veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis fanfic #lucanis fanfiction #tw: violence #tw: blood #some spicy kisses too #but still pg-13 #will hopefully develop into a longfic #ever wondered what 18 year old lucanis was like?#future rookanis #but not yet

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atopearth · 2 years ago

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Butterfly’s Poison; Blood Chains (Chou no Doku) Part 3 - Hideo Ozaki Route

I'm quite interested in Hideo tbh, because he genuinely cares for Yuriko but it also feels like he hates her to an extent so I want to see if he'll still be a jerk lol. OH, Hideo already has a fiancee..I guess we might get a Yuriko is the mistress tragic end?🥲 I can see why Hideo's family would want to find a girl from an even more prestigious family than Yuriko's because Yuriko's mother looked down on them for thinking they could get Hideo and Yuriko to marry. I quite like how they talked about the 'what if' scenario of if Yuriko's mother wasn't against Hideo and Yuriko getting married. Hideo was definitely happy when Yuriko said they would be happy. It's actually kinda funny how Shiba has already noticed that Yuriko is a bit jealous and curious about Hideo's fiancee and teases Yuriko about it lol. It's quite amusing how everyone can tell how much Hideo and Yuriko want to be with each other except themselves lol. Honestly, they say such embarrassing things that would basically mean 'I like you' but they're so oblivious to it. But I guess more than obliviousness, they choose to believe that it shouldn't be love because they both have their circumstances that would make it too difficult if they do decide that they like each other and want to be together. I really enjoyed their night walk though, it felt sweet to see two childhood friends so honestly talk about how they felt like they've drifted apart but that even though they've grown older, they haven't really changed at heart. Hideo visiting her frequently to check on her after her mother passed away was really sweet of him, he's so considerate.

Such a happy and talkative Hideo at the zoo lol! He's actually so adorable when he's talking about animals, I didn't expect that haha. Honestly, even though I'm as happy as Yuriko is that Hideo is always inviting her out, I am also worried about the fiancee thing considering he's been going to Yuriko's house lately and is now going out with her to the zoo and an opera too, people would definitely misunderstand. Hideo holding her hand in the crowd to make sure she's okay was so unexpected but cute. Ughhh I hate how their date got ruined, I didn't want them to face reality yet and not in this way that could affect Hideo's military career either. But I'm still really happy that Hideo prioritised protecting Yuriko above everything else. Hideo so genuinely laughing at Yuriko asking him whether he still wants to fly in the sky like a bird because he said he wanted to be a bird when he was a child is so adorableee. Yuriko really was a wild child lol, untying her obi sash to use as a rope to save Hideo when he fell into the water chasing after birds is just such a hilarious scene to imagine. Awww Hideo and Yuriko taking that awkward photo by the river was super cute! It's probably going to bite them in the ass later but I don't even care because they're so innocent and sweet, how can we not support their love?! They should run away together like Yuriko said in the beginning lol.

My heart broke when Hideo said he volunteered to go to war in Siberia. I understand his reasons, and it's true that it's probably one of the only ways for him to refuse the engagement with a lady from such a prestigious family without shaming his family but I hate it. I absolutely hate it. I love it that Hideo would rather go to war and believe in the off chance that he'll survive and come back and be able to marry Yuriko, showing how much he loves her and refuses to marry anyone besides her. But I'm sorry I can't do it, I'm too weak. If I was Yuriko, I wouldn't be able to bear the idea of the man I love going so far away just so we could possibly be together. I'd rather we separate and he marry someone else. I'd rather he live in sadness than die. I don't want Hideo to die. There's so many ways he could die. He could die on the way there, from the war, from disease and so many other things! I wouldn't want him to go even if it was in the modern day, let alone the Taisho era! I just wouldn't be able to tolerate the idea of him dying in a foreign place when he didn't need to go. It's just too heartbreaking. I loved how they shared a kiss as they bathed in the sights of the town together, and naturally, they gave themselves to each other before Hideo departed. I hated having to watch them cry at being torn apart and possibly never seeing each other again, but I also really loved how pure their love is for each other with one determined to come back no matter what and the other determined to wait for them no matter what. It's just depressing to think about all the people who have gone through this before and never got their happy endings.

Sawako seems like a great woman and I think Hideo would be happy with her in the other routes where Yuriko is with someone else haha. I think if he got to see the strength she showed Yuriko, he would be able to love her. Hideo defied military orders and came back because he found out about Majima from another officer. It's actually kinda funny though, everyone has someone that recognises Majima in every route, it's like dang Majima, you're really not good at hiding this are you lol. I'm so glad that Hideo is leaving the military, I hope he can pursue his true interests now. Oh wow, he's already been studying birds in his spare time and has already published papers?! Dayum boy! He's already set lol. I'm honestly so happy for them, the ending made me feel so warm, they'll definitely bicker a lot but they'll also cherish each other a lot and thinking about their future makes me super happy for them haha. I was mad on behalf of Yuriko knowing that she always has to follow along with Hideo to discover new birds species in all kinds of places and having to separate from their son, but I guess I'm soft-hearted like Yuriko too, because when he said he can't live without her and can't concentrate when she isn't beside him, I couldn't get mad at him, because we all know how much Hideo loves her and how he's willing to give his life for her, so I really believe him when he says that living apart from Yuriko is like living without air, he really might die lol. I knew the tragic ending would be Hideo dying in Siberia, but thinking about Hideo's wonky writing in his letters as he got more and more exhausted, and the crinkled photo of them by the river being found in his military uniform just made me want to cry. The other tragic ending was honestly tough to read. Knowing how straight-laced Hideo is but having to have an affair in order to be with Yuriko, and he can only meet her once a week, but be forced to face reality every time he sees her bulging stomach and the limitations to their relationship, but still be unable to let it go because he loves her too much, everything just honestly breaks my heart. Seeing Hideo go from angry, happy, sad and just keep going through those rollercoaster of emotions in a short span of time of meeting her just hurts. He knows he's terrible but he can't even stop himself because he hates how he can't be Yuriko's husband no matter what and that's just so painful to watch.

Overall, I really loved Hideo's route, definitely my favourite for now haha. It had everything I wanted for a love restricted by things like social status, responsibility, duty and a strong passion for true love. I've always liked Hideo so I'm happy for him in the best end that they're able to be together even if they got distant because of things outside of their hands. I loved how we slowly got to watch over Hideo and Yuriko go again from awkwardly talking to each other, reminiscing about their past to quite openly showing how much they love and care for each other. I loved how Hideo put in so much effort to visit Yuriko and take her out when her mother passed away, and I loved how they were like childish little lovebirds when they ran away to the river, kissed, had a fight and took a photo showing their desire to marry and be together forever. I hated how Hideo decided to go to war, but I loved that it showed how much he was willing to sacrifice just for the chance to be with Yuriko. It showed the depth of his love for her and how much he didn't want a life that didn't have her as his wife, which is why I can see why the tragic ending tormented him so, especially when he believed that Yuriko didn't try hard enough to be with him and just married Shiba. I loved how they're truly like childhood friends that are unafraid to share exactly what they think with each other but still show how much they care for the other. I really liked their relationship and I thought it was really cute and sweet. I wish I could see more of them haha!

#chou no doku #chou no doku hana no kusari #butterfly's poison; blood chains

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alinesart3 · 2 years ago

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Skyfall: Part 2

This fanfiction is written by me and @mostsanenikolaikinnie on pinterest

Pairings: fyodor x nikolai (toxic), sigma x nikolai

Warning: language, su1c1de attempt, god complex

A/N: Part 2 is here!! It took some time because I had to rewrite some scenes but now it’s finally here. (Btw there’s a lot more parts so get ready)

Word count: 1 693

About a mile above the city of Yokohama, Nikolai was falling at a rapid speed, looking up at the Sky casino. "So this is how it is to fly.. Its actually quite peaceful.. such a lovely view from up here, even though it's the last thing I'll see.." he laughed to himself as he admired the beauty and peace of the clouds. Then something popped up in this mind "Sigma.. when I fell.. he tried to catch me.. he seemed.. sad.. and upset..? Sigma, what a strange person you are.. only 3 years old, but yet understand so, so much.. I hope you'll survive in the cruel world without me.." Nikolai closed his eyes and smiled thinking of his friend. Someone who actually cared about him..

Fyodor snapped at Sigma "Why didn’t you stop him?!" Sigma felt his heart sink as he thought to himself "He's right.. I should've stopped him.. did i.. did I technically kill Nikolai?!" Fyodor sighed and looked back out the window "Whatever.." "Do you know how to save him?" Fyodor ignored Sigma "SIR?! WE ARE GOING TO SAVE HIM, RIGHT?!" Fyodor replied calmly, but Sigma could sense annoyance in his voice "Do not yell at me, I'm thinking" Sigma felt slightly embarrassed that he yelled at Fyodor like that "Sorry, Sir.. but we're gonna save him, right?" Fyodor sighed "..Yes" Sigma felt a bit better knowing that Fyodor was on board with the idea. "Thank God.. but we need to hurry and come up with something!" "What do you think I'm trying to do?" Fyodor thought for a moment and Sigma tried coming up with something too. "Do you know anyone that could save him? No one in the DOA can.." Fyodor nodded "I know one person, but convincing him won't be easy.." "Who?!" "Chuuya Nakahara. His gravity manipulation skill is the only thing that can help is in this situation" Sigma looked confused and shocked. "What?! You want to team up with the Port Mafia?!" Fyodor frowned "Are you doubting my decision?" "No- of course not.." Sigma still seemed confused about Fyodor's decision. And also, another question wouldn't leave his head: "May I ask.. why did you decide to save him? I mean, don't you hate Nikolai?" "I do hate him.." Fyodor explained "but I need him to fulfil my plan. You know, to get the Reality-changing book." Sigma realized that Fyodor really does hate Nikolai and he's only using him. All he says to Nikolai is true about leaving him to die after he has the Reality-changing book in his possession. He couldn't leave Nikolai to die, though. And if he's alive there'd be a chance to free him. "But.. Do you think he'll help us?" Sigma pondered "Leave it up to me" Fyodor went away from the window and Sigma followed him shortly.

Fyodor was sitting in the office of the leader of the Port Mafia, Mori.

"Hello sir, you wanted to see me?" The Port Mafia executive, Chuuya Nakahara, who had just been called in by his boss, entered the room. "Yes I did. There's someone who wants to talk to you. They're waiting for you in that room" Mori nodded in the direction of a door. "Alright" Chuuya entered the room and shrieked "FYODOR?!" "Nice to see you too, Chuuya. As your boss said, we need to discuss something" "Make it quick" Chuuya crossed his arms. "So basically Nikolai committed suicide and is falling to his death." Fyodor seemed completely unbothered as if he was having a casual chat with one of his friends. "So I wanted to ask if you can use your gravity manipulation and save him" Chuuya scoffed "Me? Save a member of a rival organisation? Hell no." Fyodor stood up and glared down at Chuuya. "Very well, I'd just like to have a word with your boss before I leave." And then he entered the Port Mafia's boss' office. A few minutes later, Fyodor and Mori re-entered the room where Chuuya was. "Chuuya, go save Nikolai." Mori demanded. "HUH?! WHAT??" Chuuya was completely lost. How did Fyodor manage to convince Mori to help? "Yes. And hurry before it's too late." Mori seemed completely serious about the order. Chuuya knew he couldn't protest. "I- alright.." They went outside to start the rescue mission. "Oh, you convinced him!" Sigma, who’s been waiting for them in the waiting room, exclaimed and ran to Fyodor and Chuuya. "Not exactly.. I convinced his boss" Chuuya rolled his eyes when Fyodor spoke. "Ah, but the main thing is that he's here and will help. Anyhow, we need to locate Nikolai" Sigma opened the closest window and looked outside. Everyone scanned the sky to see if they could spot Nikolai when suddenly Sigma pointed up to the sky and called out "There he is!" Chuuya looked in the direction that Sigma was pointing in and flew up quickly.

Nikolai closed his eyes as he saw the ground come closer and closer. "Finally.. the sweet release of death.. Finally I'll be put out of my misery.. and finally.. Fyodor will be happy.." Suddenly he stopped falling, even though he hasn’t reached the ground yet. He opened his eyes again to see what was going on. Chuuya had decreased Nikolai’s gravity to stop him from falling. "HUH?! What are you doing here?!" Chuuya smirked "Sorry man, you're not gonna die today" Nikolai looked around, utterly bewildered "How- how did you find out about this?! Why did you save me!? I.. I have so many questions.." Chuuya chuckled "Don't worry. Let's just get you back to the others"

"Nikolai!" Sigma ran up to nikolai and hugged him. "I'm.. I'm just so happy you're okay.. I couldn't believe my eyes when you jumped out of the window.. I thought I lost you forever!" Sigma was so relieved and at peace knowing that Nikolai was alive and well. Nikolai smiled. "So you were the one that sent Chuuya to save me?" Nikolai looked over to the place Chuuya stood in, but he had already left. "No, it was Fyodor" Nikolai glanced quickly at Fyodor, who wasn't paying attention to him at all "Fyodor wanted to save me.." Nikolai thought to himself "He wanted me to live?!" He was confused. It didn't make sense! Fyodor hated him! Why would he ever save Nikolai? Could that mean Fyodor loved him after all? "Let's head back to the Sky Casino" Sigma beckoned Nikolai to follow him and the three of them started making their way back to the Sky Casino.

When they arrived in the Sky Casino, Fyodor told Nikolai to follow him into his office. Fyodor closed the door and approached Nikolai. "Nikolai.." Fyodor smiled gently and put his hand on Nikolai’s shoulder. Then suddenly, he sharply raised his hand and slapped Nikolai across. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nikolai flinched and muttered "I.. I wanted to see how you'd react..!" Fyodor slapped Nikolai again "See how I‘d react?! Are you insane?! No one in their right mind does something like that! Just for a reaction you wouldn’t even be able to witness?! What part of ‘I hate you’ don‘t you understand?!?" Sigma carefully walked into Fyodor's office as well. Nikolai felt completely deceived and started shouting out of anger "WHY DID YOU SAVE ME THEN, HUH?!" Fyodor stared at Nikolai with a vicious, deadly look in his eyes as he started protesting and shouting at Fyodor. "TELL ME!" Nikolai saw Sigma from the corner of his eye and turned towards him "Sigma.. why did Fyodor save me?" Sigma looked down to the ground. Nikolai sighed and turned back towards Fyodor. "I see. It's all for that stupid plan of yours.. the only thing you see in me is a tool you'll just discard once it doesn't benefit you anymore. Well I'm not going to help you" Nikolai used his cape to teleport himself away. "Nikolai-!" Sigma tried stopping Nikolai from leaving, but he was too slow. "How are we going to get him back, Sir?" Fyodor sighed, clearly annoyed "I'll find a way. Now leave. I need to think." Fyodor waved to the door as a signal for Sigma to leave. Sigma turned away and left the room. He was worried about what Fyodor was going to do to Nikolai.

Fyodor was thinking of ways to get Nikolai to work together with them. "Nikolai’s dumber than I thought. If he does not cooperate voluntarily, I will force him to do so. And I will use whatever it takes to carry out my plan, even if it means to torture him to death."

To be continued…

There will be part 3 don’t worry ;)

Also you can read the fic on Ao3 under the account Dead1whiteMouse

#bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #siglai fanfic #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky #sigma bsd #sigma x nikolai #fyodor x nikolai #alinesart writes fanfic

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unconditionalcaretaker · 1 month ago

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I don't believe in unbearable distress.

When I fell in love for the first time, I had some trouble talking to the boy I loved because I was anxious. So I asked myself, "Wouldn't you die for him? If you knew it would save his life, wouldn't you run into a burning building or step into the path of a bullet? Wouldn't you scream to distract an attacker?" And the answer was of course yes. So I said to myself, "You must be able to handle this little social discomfort, then. Imagine that this is practice for saving his life." And it worked! I imagined that when I spoke to him, I would really die of embarrassment, and I did it anyway for the joy of keeping him company. I found I was capable of doing things that I felt would kill me.

Soon I started to expand this to other matters, which didn't even involve him. "You know you are capable of doing anything for him. If you can bear anything in that situation, you can bear anything now. You're in the same body. So sit still and keep writing while you panic during a test. Keep walking when you're afraid and walking alone at night. The fear is not really 'unbearable' unless your body would stop working even when the stakes are at their highest. And look at you, bearing it second by second. No matter how bad it feels, you haven't spontaneously combusted, your heart has not exploded, you haven't passed out. If you can bear it for one second, you can bear it for two, and so on." This was the way that I learned to make my body obey during discomfort.

But the mind will find ways to protest. There are failure points in the most unexpected places. If you are capable of moving forward no matter what, and a part of you balks at moving forward, then that part of you will confuse the direction. "Am I really doing the right thing? Am I going to hurt someone? Am I mistaken about what I'm actually doing right now, or misremembering what I just said, or the tone in which I said it? Have I considered all the consequences? Should I consider them again? Of course I can do anything. But should I? What choice should I make?" OCD creates this miasma of confusion. Of course everything is bearable, I'd walk on broken legs forever to fix the situation, until they wore down to bloody stumps, but...which way am I supposed to walk? Reality starts to bend in the face of sheer stubborn willpower, but not in the way you might hope. For me, it just ties itself into knots until I don't know what's real. I think the only way to reliably make things work is to address the fear, whether it's bearable or not.

#actually ocd #ocd thoughts

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sweetnsour1 · 3 years ago

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11:13:01

Smutty Fluff, Bakugou x female reader, 1/4

Part of the Cute as hell Collection

"Come on, beautiful. Haven't had any time with you all week."

You moved your hands out of his reach as he grabbed for them. You stopped searching for a playlist and fixed your gaze on your driver. His eyes darted to you before shifting back to the road. He had one hand on the wheel and the other on the center console, but it looked ready to lunge at you again.

"First of all, that's your fault...you assigned yourself to that mission. Second, I'm not stupid...I know you did it cause you thought it'd take a week longer and you could skip the trip." You laughed, glancing back at your phone again. "Dumb ass plan...you somehow forgot you're good at your job."

"I am, huh?" You groaned and rolled your eyes.

"Oh my god...so what is it you're trying to get me to stroke? Your dick or your ego?" He laughed and tried to grab your hand again, while you giggled and hid them beneath your thighs.

"Didn't you fucking miss me at all, brat?"

"You were only gone a week." His hand slid in between your legs and you moaned before he could touch anything more than the fabric of your shorts. "Fuck...of course I missed you." He hummed and tugged your wrist, pulling you towards his lap.

"Missed you too, beautiful...want your hands on me."

You knew this was a bad idea, right? He was probably more tired than he was letting on. He probably needed to stay focused on the road. Although, it was the middle of the night and you hadn't seen any other cars in a while. And as annoying as he could be about it, he was great at his job. You trusted he'd never lose focus completely...or maybe him pulling his hard and swollen cock out from his black sweats was what actually convinced you to reach your hand toward him.

You licked your lips, wishing you could have a taste. You paused for a moment before pulling away from him. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but grinned instead when you licked your hand. You reached into his lap, rubbing the tip of him before sliding down and grabbing him at the base. He groaned and you wished he had just pulled over. You really had missed him...the way he moaned your name when you squeezed, the way he would bite his lip before he said fuck, the way his neck and cheeks and ears would flush as he got closer to cumming for you, the way he looked at you like he would give you anything...but all you wanted was him.

You realized he had been looking at you for too long. You looked up at the road to see you were at a red light. His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. He jerked into your hand as you moved up and down. You let your thumb slide up to rub that spot he loved beneath the head of his dick. The wet sounds coming from his lap kept pace with the sharp tapping on the window. Katsuki turned to face you when you froze, your hand still wrapped around his still very hard dick.

"Y/n?" Your mouth fell open as the officer tapped his nightstick at the window again. Katsuki groaned before turning toward the sound. "Shit."

You slowly tucked him back into his sweats, folding your hands into your own lap as innocently as you could as he lowered the window. You sunk into the oversized pullover you had on. Your face had never felt so hot before in your life, but maybe if you covered it enough you could just suffocate and die?

The officer raised the visor of his helmet, revealing a glare was already fixed on his face. Shit. Shit. Shit. You covered your eyes with your hands. Fuck, this was so embarrassing. You jumped when you felt a hand on your thigh, but relaxed a bit as he rubbed his thumb against you. Your eyes went back to the officer's face as he cleared his throat and focused his glare on your leg. Your ears felt hot.

"Dynamight, I'd wonder what your wife would think about your late night drive?" Bakugou sighed deeply enough it almost sounded like a growl. His grip on your leg grew firm, but stayed gentle.

"This...is...my...wife." Your panic receded as you felt his anger. He was trying his hardest not to shout. You slid one hand down and on top of his, while the other hit the light above you so the officer could see your face. You were a little startled by how quickly the officer's face shifted to a kinder version as he recognized you.

"Ohh? Hello, Render! Didn’t realize it was you, ma’am. It’s so nice to see you again. I was on the scene of the building collapse last year. The one you worked with Deku. I was lucky enough to get his statement and he said you were an integral part of preventing further damage in the incident."

Your mouth had fallen open, and your brain eventually caught up to the new situation. "Is that right? I'm always happy to do my part. I just helped cover what Deku couldn’t."

"No need to be modest, ma'am. He regards you highly and says you've always had a good relationship." You noticed he pointedly glared at Dynamight.

"That's so kind of him to say. He’s such a sweetheart."

A huff sounded beside you. Your mouth parted in shock as Bakugou rolled his eyes like he forgot what started this in the first place. He didn't seem to care that the officer was glaring at him again.

"Um, so I'm sorry about the...the trouble, officer." He turned his gaze back to you and smiled.

"No need to apologize, ma'am. You don't have to worry about a thing." He clicked his green pen and finished writing something. You couldn't help but notice the pen's bunny like ears flapping around as he tucked it back into his pocket. He ripped a paper from the pad, passing it to Dynamight. Bakugou frowned down at the ticket now in his hands.

"Thought you said we didn't have to worry about anything."

"She doesn't. You were going ten over before you got to the light."

Thanks to @tiphandoms for spreading the brain rot that 9:35 left her with. I wouldn’t have thought to do this one without her input. 🖤

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arxxq · 2 years ago

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"TREAT MY DAUGHTER/SON LIKE THE PRINCE/PRINCESS THEY ARE.." ♡

"I'm way ahead of that sir...I've already treated more than that"

≡;- ꒰ Where Mikage Reo meets his lover's family lovely family꒱

ׂׂૢWhat could go wrong right? [PURE FLUFF] [WRITING ON MY TABLET] [MISTAKES WILL BE FIXED LATER ON] [IF I ACCIDENTALLY DID SMTH WRONG WITH THE PRONOUNCE I APOLOGISE]

A/N: its been a while, sorry its just my pre exam or smth has been bothering me but I'm doing good so far, I hope you enjoy this :) I'm sorry if its bad I'm getting rusty

Mikage Reo, a rich boy who loved you so much. He loved you alot because well you never saw him for his money but you loved him for who he is. The boy loves you so much that sometimes he wish he didn't have to leave your side. He loved how you supported him for every decision he makes and that includes his dream in football.

You see you loved him too, yes you absolutely did but there was a slight problem. Although you have been in a relationship with him for so long now...you never told your parents nor anyone in the family and well you never told him how well known you were actually. But you're glad that Reo never cared of so.

Now back to original topic, you absolutely avoid talking about relationships with your parents. Why you ask? Well your parents are okay their absolutely the best but your father, he well isn't the best to talk to when it comes to romantic situations. After all your mother and him fell in love due to an arranged marriage.

Your father is also quite over protective of you. You don't mind but it can be a bit embarrassing from time to time. He still sees you as the princess/prince he raised from when you are little.

Your mother meanwhile, she's great to talk to about these but you know she won't be able to keep it in from the family, she would most likely be the one to tell everyone and your father would look at you dead in the eye.

Your brother? Nah he is not the best person to tell it too, man you would probably die from his teasings and you will never get the end of it. Lastly your sister. No absolutely not. That sounds like an even worser nightmare. Your sister is just as overprotective as your father and knowing her she'd probably some sort of loyalty test by trying flirt.

So yes, no one in the household was there for you to tell this too...well maybe there was. Your personal maid. She was the person you told everything and she even suggested you that you should probably just ask them and well you were quite hesitant but you did it. It went sort of like...

[FLASHBACK]

Everyone were just eating on the dinner table as normal and well it was very very awkward. There was nothing but silence and well you were intimidated and you were thinking to tell it another day until your maid interrupted.

"Uhm madam I'm sorry to interrupt but I think your son/daughter has something to tell you all," everyone looked at you now and you were starting to get anxious since your brother was smirking, your father and sister had a confused face and your mother looked well delighted as always.

"Really..Why didn't you say that earlier honey?" Your mom asked and you sighed. "Sorry mother..but I'll just get to the point," you apologised. You are completely frightened but you knew you can't keep it for too long. "I'm in a relationship with someone and I'd like you all to meet him.."

The sound of your mother's fork dropped and the way you can feel your father and sister's eyes practically piercing into you soul. Your brother meanwhile kept cooing "oooo"

"Sure love we'd love to see him right (d/n).." now there's a thing about your mother, she may seem sweet but everyone has a dark side and currently your mother was giving the face that says "you better say yes"

Your father sighs in defeat. "Fine..we'd love to meet him at 7.00pm sharp tomorrow right in the living room,"

Based on his tone it was not going to go well.

[BACK TO THE PRESENT]

You were now pacing back and forth in the kitchen of your house that is until you heard the doorbell. You wonder who it could be afterall it is still 6.30pm in the evening and Reo wasn't supposed to be here till 7.

You opened the door and it was none other than your beloved. "Reo...you're early," you were mesmerised, you told him he didn't have to wear such formal attire but he did and he looked absolutely beautiful. Reo chuckled. "You like what you see love?"

"Like it? No I love it dear, I'm so glad you're here," "well I knew you would like it if I came early than told..heh,"

So for the whole 30 minutes you and reo managed to spend it together alone. It was now 7.00, your mother entered the house along with your father and your mother was absolutely surprised.

"My my you must be our prince(ss) lover, you came very early early than told I'm sorry if we kept you waiting !"

《TIMESKIP》

Sadly your brother couldn't make it so it was just you, your sister, your father and mother. While you can't help but notice that your mom had already loved reo so much so you weren't worried about her but your sister and father it wasn't going to well.

"Mikage reo..as in the heir of the mikage corporation?" Your sister added on. Reo looked at her and smiled. "Yes ma'am,"

Your father than joined the conversation. "That doesn't but what matters is that is that have you treat my daughter/son like the Prince/Princess they are?"

This question stunned everyone in the dinner table but reo seem unfazed by it an laughed and you were really scared. "Are you mocking me young sir?"

"No no not at all, with all due respect sir I have never treated them in that way," your father was about to burst out but reo continued. "Wait before you get mad you should let me finish, that's quite impolite you know.."

"I've never had the need to treat them like you say so because..."

"I've already treated them like a Queen/King they deserved to be."

You were absolutely shocked with his response and you weren't the only one. Your father looked speechless along with your mother and sister.

"I had doubts but I guess I was wrong...what do you think father...do you accept it?" Your sister questioned. You held in a breathe very afraid. "I approved of this relationship...from now own I trust that you will treat her right like no man will ever do so, not even me her own father could do so.."

And you burst into joy while embracing reo in a hug full of joy and relieve. "See I told you didn't I..I goy it all under control" he whispered..softly.

This was one of the happiest moment's of your life especially since it was with the love of your life.

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honorhearted · 1 year ago

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Kink shame?

Ben laughed at that, his eyebrows drawing high on his head. "All right, so my humor's a little one-note these days," he agreed. "If you'd prefer I shake things up, I could always pretend to be something more exotic, like an art collector who plans on stuffing you into my comically under-sized suitcase." He held up a hand by way of making a solemn vow. "And I would never orphan your cat. Animals are arguably more deserving of my respect than people...if you ignore that I've gone through an embarrassing amount of goldfish as of late."

Ellie's nose crinkled and she grinned, the warmth in her gaze much like a dazzling, summery blossom that made Ben fight off a smile of his own. The playful skim of her fingertips over his knee caught him off guard, and flustered, he ignored the pink in his cheeks while reassuring, "Oh no, I was dead serious. I do spend an ungodly amount of time at the library, and I am a proud carrier of a library card. The joke in question was myself." Here, his lips lifted into his trademark grin of self-deprecation. "And please do tell me your favorite books. If you don't, I'll be forced to deem you a tease."

Gently, he knocked his foot against hers underneath the table, if only to convey his jest.

"…And if we're going to get personal? It's because under this alluring and mysterious facade, I'm actually a hideous troll and live under the Triborough Bridge."

Ben gave a faux gasp. "I knew it. All the pretty ones have real estate underneath local bridges." He nudged her again. "C'mon, you don't actually expect me to believe that, do you? A troll, maybe, but hideous? Never."

While Beth regaled him with bread crumbs from her childhood, he fell silent, his smile far more subdued as he tried to picture her -- smaller, bright-eyed, quiet, but with a brother who loved her and made the pain of adolescence worthwhile. Unbidden, a twinge formed inside his chest and he resisted the urge to reach for her -- surely, she wouldn't wish for that? -- and instead, he offered, "Sounds better than my senior prom. I had to go with my cousin. No..." He straightened with mock pomposity. "Correction, it was a 'privilege,' according to my uncle, to take her instead of the girl I was actually attracted to. And for all the thanks I deserved, she ended up sneaking in some liquor and hurling all over my shoes."

Despite his attempts at levity, Ellie's features darkened. "And maybe most importantly, I'm…ah. I'm…"

"In need of a thesaurus?" he teased.

"Let's just say…it takes me a long time to realise that I might be interested in someone in a romantic way, and people don't like waiting."

Oh.

"Their loss," Ben decided. "In my mind, the best companions are always the ones worth waiting for. Unfortunately for me, I'm rather woeful at social interaction -- in fact, this is the first time in a long, long while that I've felt comfortable talking in this way...so my sincerest apologies." Here he chuckled, lifting his shoulders. "Still, you'd think I'd be able to get at least one date, seeing how funerals allegedly fill people with the ancient, primordial urge to 'be fruitful and multiply.' According to what I've read, a self-preservation instinct kicks in when people die, and some mourners seek coitus to alleviate that so-called danger of dying out. But fear not! Thus far, I haven't felt the need to jump anyone's bones, so you're safe...however, if you keep referring to yourself as a 'sexy troll,' I just might not be able to help myself."

She can't believe she falls for the the charm and the softness of his smile when he almost laughs. The way it all comes together in some magickally sweet way that belongs in one of those older Meg Ryan sort of rom-coms, though she would have opted for a soundtrack by the inimitable Harry Connick Jr rather than whatever is playing in the background for ambience, and this coming from a woman who absolutely loves indie folk. He admits she has a point and thus lulls her into a false sense of security. He even manages to make her forget how she really dislikes their waitress and the woman's attitude toward them. As if there's something criminal about spending time with someone while the hours dwindle away into an ever greying early evening. Honestly she hadn't really realised they'd been there that long, and for once she isn't eyeing every door in the place so she can make a quick get-away or praying her phone summons her back to the hospital. He even goes so dastardly far as to pull a giggle out of her when he compares her to a femme fatale from some noir film playing down at the university. He's laying it on a little thick but there's nothing hurtful in the words themselves or his tone. And then instantly turns it around and self-deprecates. The have-to-kill thing she admits is a little cliche, even for her, but she almost argues over the suave demeanour. She does find him beguiling; Ben is so very easy to talk to, and really delightful company. Sometimes he makes it easy to forget ~or at the very least, put aside~ the details of how and where they met and she almost feels like she's known him forever. That is quite a feat, really. And then? Then he just gets better and better. Admitting that he patronises libraries instead of succumbing to the instant gratification of things like mega-corporation apps where authors never see their true worth in money or appreciation. She almost wishes she could ask him to help her chair some future benefit events. "Like that's a threat," she murmurs under her breath. She's sure he'd be a thoughtful ghost, too. She listens intently ~emphasised by the way she focuses her gaze at every curve of his lips, the placement of his tongue against his teeth so she doesn't accidentally confuse anything he tells her~ and doesn't even begin to think about answering him until he's had time to both consider and answer the question she swept him into answering. Well, except when he plinks her with the wrapper, that is and she snorts at it. Her reflexes are good and she almost manages to bat it away with two slender fingers but instead only manages to brush her face and the tip of her nose. She watches it begin a lonely little trek across the worn, scuffed tile floor. But she can't hide the furrowing of her brow or the soul of a laugh that the whole thing wrings from her.

She leans forward in her seat, tucking one foot behind the opposite ankle rather than crossing her legs. She'd been taught proper manners after all. Her elbows rest on her knees. "See, I have to discount that as anomalous, mostly because of the sheer amount of meetings I've been to, and I can only assume you saw your night flash before your eyes. You were only trying to spare yourself with whatever option was left to you. Ultimately a wise decision on your part. Secondly, should I be concerned? This makes twice you've brought up axe murder. Now, I'm not going to kink-shame anyone but if I should be in fear of my life, I really wouldn't mind a head's up just so I can put my affairs in order and rehome my cat. I don't want him to like eat my eyes or something because no one fed him for days."

Her mouth twitches now, and the smile flashes the rather sharp little points of her teeth and crinkle the corner of her nose. It's the look she's had a few times now that she's carefully hidden behind her hand. A few seconds later, she reaches across the space between them and brushes his knee with her fingertips. "You're breaking my heart, I thought you were serious. I was even going to praise you for being a reader. But at least you've spared yourself me pulling up my 'favourite books' list. That's saved you at least a couple years of your life." Honestly, she doesn't understand why Ben isn't married yet. He's so warm and gentle, so funny and kind, and spending time with him almost makes the world feel normal. It's almost like this is the first time she's been able to really breathe since Andy… Honestly, she doesn't understand why Ben isn't married yet. He's so warm and gentle, so funny and kind, and spending time with him almost makes the world feel normal. It's almost like this is the first time she's been able to really breathe since Andy… "…And if we're going to get personal? It's because under this alluring and mysterious facade, I'm actually a hideous troll and live under the Triborough Bridge." She pulls back and toys with the rim of her cup, tracing its edge in seemingly endless circles. A hint of colour rises to splash across her cheeks and nose. "I tend to…ah…work a lot of long and strange hours, not quite suitable for making plans. When I was in school, I was considerably younger than my classmates, which made social functions just plain awkward. Fun fact, my date for the senior prom was in fact my older brother, and he held it in the back yard because the good sisters decided I couldn't attend the real one." Her face darkens because she isn't used to sharing those kinds of memories, or admitting in any way that it had been lonely. She also doesn't want to see the look she expects to sit on his features. "And maybe most importantly, I'm…ah. I'm…" Broken.

That was the word the Admiral uses most often.

"Let's just say…it takes me a long time to realise that I might be interested in someone in a romantic way, and people don't like waiting."

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helloalycia · 4 years ago

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teenage dirtbag [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: spending the afternoon with the Maximoff twins proved to be interesting... and prom night finally arrives!

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s the final part to this mini series! i’m so glad you all enjoyed it and i appreciate every note i get, thank you 😊♥️ i’ve still got other wanda stuff in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

After a few tries and encouragement from Pietro, I managed to win the black cat plush toy for Wanda. It was strange, her brother wanting me to make a move on her, but I guess it reassured me a bit to know he thought I was actually good enough for her.

The two of us headed to the diner next door to find Y/BF/N and the other Maximoff twin, myself hiding the plush toy behind my back.

"Finally, you two took forever!" Y/BF/N exclaimed when he saw us approaching their table.

"Y/N here is one stubborn girl with that machine," Pietro explained with a smile as we took our seats. His eyes fell to the drink in front of him. "Oh, you ordered!"

"Just the drinks," Y/BF/N said, before looking to me as I slid in beside him in the booth. "I got you a Cherry Coke. Your favourite."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"So, what d'you win?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Feeling the heat rising up my neck, I looked to Wanda who was sat opposite Y/BF/N. She was leaning on her hand as she stared at me with a kind smile on her lips.

"You said you wanted the black cat," I said nervously, before holding it out to her. "Here."

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows but accepted the gift. "Aww, Y/N... you didn't have to!"

I shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She grinned, studying the toy before looking up at me with sparkling hazel eyes. "I love it. Thank you."

Nodding, I glanced at Pietro who was grinning with pride before me. I could feel Y/BF/N staring at me and when I looked his way, he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the menu to distract myself.

"So... what shall we order?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

After relaying our order to the waitress, Pietro was the first to speak up.

"Okay, I have to ask," he began, leaning forward slightly as he looked between Y/BF/N and I. "Are you guys dating?"

I almost choked on my drink as I looked over my glass to see him grinning cheekily. He knew full well that Y/BF/N and I were only friends, so what was he playing at?

"Definitely not," Y/BF/N answered with a chuckle. Y/N here is practically my sister."

"Exactly," I added, giving Pietro a look that basically said I'm going to murder you. "He's been my best friend since we were kids."

"So there's never been feelings there?" Pietro continued to question curiously, leaning back in his seat.

Wanda slapped his arm gently. "Leave them alone, Piet."

"Never," Y/BF/N answered for us both. "Like I said, she's my annoying little sister."

I quirked a brow and looked to him. "Little? I think I'd be the older sister in this fake sibling relationship,"

"But I'm a month older than you," he stated like that was explanation enough.

"But you act like a child," I retorted. "I'd be the older one."

He rolled his eyes, though a smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, too, before looking back to the twins. Wanda was smiling as she sipped her drink and Pietro had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked to me. What the hell was he thinking?

"So you're not interested in Y/BF/N," he thought aloud. "And you definitely weren't interested in me..."

"You made a move on Y/N?" Wanda asked suddenly, looking to her brother with knitted brows.

I breathed out through my nose, eyes falling to the table with embarrassment.

"Yeah, but she made it clear she didn't like me," Pietro said with a shrug, before looking to me again. "So who do you like then? Or is their a girlfriend we don't know about?"

Looking up, I saw three sets of eyes on me and I suddenly felt nervous. Y/BF/N and Pietro were watching with amusement dancing in their eyes as Wanda chewed her lip curiously, awaiting an answer.

"You know there's nobody, Pietro," I said through a forced smile as I looked to him.

His cheeky smile was still present as he said. "Really? I thought you mentioned someone back then. Whilst we were playing in the arcade."

Oh, boy, was he going to die.

"You misunderstood," I played along, before kicking him in the shin to shut him the hell up.

Of course, it was just my luck that the leg in front of me was actually Wanda's. She squeaked an 'ow' as she bent down to rub her leg.

"What was that?" she asked with confusion.

Pietro must have pitied me, having put me on the spot enough in the past two minutes, as he looked to his sister with an apologetic smile. "My bad, Wands. My foot just twitched."

I breathed out with relief as Pietro looked to me, trying not to laugh. He was lucky we were with company otherwise I would have killed him there and then.

—

I wasn't expecting to be hanging out with the Maximoff twins on a Saturday afternoon, but by the time dinner came to an end, I realised how much I enjoyed the day. And I think I could say the same for Y/BF/N, too.

The rest of our meal was pretty uneventful after Pietro's initial teasing, to my relief, and Pietro eventually quit it with the overt hints towards his sister. The last thing I wanted was for Wanda to feel uncomfortable, so I was glad he eventually cut it out.

At the end of the meal, Pietro and Y/BF/N offered to split the bill between them – something about chivalry not being dead, I don't know, all I knew was Wanda and I were getting a free meal so why complain? – and headed to the till to pay, leaving Wanda and I alone.

She was hugging her new black cat plushie on her lap adorably, making me smile.

"Aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck or something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She put her arm on the back of her seat, leaning her head on her hand as she gave me her full attention. "I didn't peg you for the suspicious type," she taunted.

I smiled. "I never said I believed it. Just what I've heard."

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Fair point... I don't believe it either. I just love black cats. They're so cute and get way too much stick for merely existing."

It was my turn to laugh. She had such a unique way of thinking that I couldn't help but be attracted to. Something as simple as the way she was smiling at me right now warmed my heart.

"How is your hand by the way?" she suddenly asked, eyes looking down to it.

I squeezed it into a fist and released. The purple bruising along my knuckles had turned yellow-green which meant it was getting better, but it did still hurt a little. Nonetheless, I didn't want to make Wanda feel bad, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," I said, making her look up at me with concerned eyes. "I mean, it hurts a little, but it's getting better."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Nate really did deserve what you did. Bet it felt good."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, certainly not expecting that. "I guess it did a little, but..."

"It's okay, I'm not biased," she promised with a slight smile. "We broke up, remember?"

I relaxed before mirroring her expression. "Then yeah, it felt pretty great. Karma for hitting me with that stupid football."

She chuckled, leaning back into her seat and clutching her cat. "Karma, indeed." There was a pause, before she grew excited. "So prom is coming up. How are we feeling?"

I groaned playfully. "We're feeling exhausted already. I'm not a huge prom fan."

She gasped. "Seriously? Y/N, come on, it's our last one! How aren't you excited?"

I pulled a face. "The concept of dancing in a hall with people I barely speak to isn't exactly appealing."

She straightened up, hugging her cat closely. "So what, you're not gonna go?"

"I'm not sure yet... Y/BF/N has plans to ask someone and really wants me to go, too," I admitted. "But I've not decided. I might just leave him to it."

She tilted her head to the side curiously, eyes studying me intensely. "What if somebody asked you to go with them? Then would you go?"

I tried not to laugh as I leaned my head in the palm of my hand on the table. "Nobody is going to ask me, Wanda. Nobody even knows who I am."

She scoffed playfully. "Now that's just not true. You're beautiful, Y/N. Funny. Kind. Intelligent. Someone is bound to ask."

I rolled my eyes, hoping to distract from the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew she was just saying all of that stuff to be nice, but God was I awful at accepting compliments.

She must have noticed as she leaned forward on her own palm, eyes glowing with entertainment. "Okay, what if you asked somebody?"

Appreciating the subject change, I leaned back in my seat. "I wouldn't even know who to ask."

She thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Pietro was being annoying earlier with all of that questioning, but he's right. Is there nobody you're even remotely interested in at school?"

I quirked a brow, wondering if she was serious. The way she was watching me patiently, a small smile tugging at her lips, made me believe she was. And I found that I couldn't bring it in myself to completely lie to her. So, I didn't.

"There's one person," I admitted reluctantly, swallowing hard. This piqued her interest as she sat up straight, an excited look on her face. I continued, "But I could never ask her."

She gave me an are you serious? look. "And why not?"

I tensed my jaw, smile fading at the thought. "She wouldn't say yes."

Wanda's expression softened. "I doubt that."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shuffled in my seat. "She wouldn't. And it's fine anyway! I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say. It's pointless."

"Try," was all she said. And in response to my confused face, she added, "Try asking me. Practice what you would say if I was this girl."

I shook my head. "Wanda, that's not–"

"Just try!" she insisted, sitting back in her seat and smiling encouragingly. "No harm, no foul, right?"

Maybe a little, I thought, but straightened up anyway.

"Okay, er..." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as her eyes followed my every move. Looking up, I felt intimidated by her gaze, even though she had the softest smile and kindest eyes directed my way. "Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'd be honoured to, Y/N."

It was fake, this whole thing was 'practice'. But God, I wanted it to be real so bad. She held my gaze, confident and startling and wonderful all at once, and I had no idea what to do. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart was racing the longer she stared. My gaze fell to her lips at the wrong time, as she licked them and I wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her hard and tell her how I felt. I wanted to ask her to prom and dance with her in the school gym. I wanted to hold her hand and pull her close, staring into her eyes without fear of going too far.

I wanted her.

"Okay, we're all done here," Pietro's voice broke our staring contest. He clapped his hands together, stopping by the table. "You both ready to go?"

Wanda nodded, already sliding out from the booth. "I'm ready. Y/N?"

I looked up and forgot how to breathe when she smiled down at me.

"Y-yeah," I got out, wiping my palms on my jeans before sliding out the booth. "All ready. Let's go."

—

Prom came upon us in no time and I'd made the decision to attend. My sister ended up convincing me with Y/BF/N, the two of them rambling about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and a rite of passage before graduating high school. As much as I hated the thought of attending, I knew they were right, so I agreed to go.

Y/S/N came over to help me get ready, as she was the one who picked my dress. I wanted to wear a cute pantsuit, not really one for dresses, but after her complaints – "you're really milking that whole 'I'm a lesbian' look aren't you?" – I agreed on a dress that she chose.

She helped me do my hair and makeup before taking loads of embarrassing photos of me at the door. I went to prom with Y/BF/N and his date – some girl he liked in his Maths class – which wasn't too bad, but I didn't want to third wheel too much, so I gave them space when we actually arrived.

The school had done a good job at converting the gym into something unrecognisable, I must admit. Plus there was food, which was always a good distraction.

Some acquaintances from some of my classes said their hellos to me and engaged in some quick conversations before moving on. Admittedly, it wasn't too bad catching up with people I'd shared class with over the past several years. Y/BF/N even had a few dances with me, both him and his date, which was sweet, but honestly, I still felt out of place.

Two hours in, I was already fed up of the experience, opting to stand on the sidelines by a cocktail table with a sad glass of punch. I definitely didn't expect to see Wanda approaching me with an impressed smile on her lips. I hadn't actually seen her since arriving, the place full of students and myself barely recognising anyone as it was, let alone in a full gymnasium.

"You came," she said when she stopped my table, eyes looking me up and down. "You look amazing, Y/N."

She was one to talk. I tried not to drool over how beautiful she looked. I assumed she'd be one to wear a dress, but I guess I assumed wrong as she was pulling off a burgundy suit and white blouse. Her hair was curled and left out, paired with a smokey eye makeup look that only complimented her eyes perfectly.

"Says you?" I replied with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Wanda."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you... so what made you change your mind in coming?"

I laughed uncomfortably, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Partially forced by my family, partially felt like I had to."

She laughed alongside me. "Well, I feel like you made the right choice."

"Not too sure about that," I joked, before straightening up. "So, who was lucky enough to bring Wanda Maximoff as their date to the prom?"

She rolled her eyes at my compliment, smile on her lips still. "Nobody. I came alone. Well, alone but with my brother."

I was surprised at that, but tried to hide it with a nod. "Alone works, too."

"Says the girl who also came alone," she teased.

I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "Yeah. Says she."

Setting her purse on the table, she began to open it. "I was looking for you earlier. But I couldn't find you."

I watched as she fumbled around in her purse. "Yeah? And what did you need?"

After a moment of searching, she finally pulled out two slips of paper that looked like tickets. Holding them up with a small smile, she said, "I've got two tickets to the Paramore concert happening in the summer."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. "You're kidding."

She shook her head, holding them towards me. I accepted them, looking to see if she was pulling my leg. She wasn't.

"These are really good seats," I pointed out, before looking up at her. "You scored big time."

She laughed as I held the tickets out to her. Accepting them back, she said, "I did. And I bought them for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow as she watched me.

"We've got to get matching tee shirts somehow, right?" she joked lightheartedly before looking to me with certainty. Green eyes sparkled with hopefulness as she said, "Come with me."

My mouth went dry. She was asking me to go with her, holy shit.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she cut me off.

"Don't say maybe," she said, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Say yes."

The music and the dancing students and the lights all faded into nothing as Wanda waited for a response, stepping closer to me, way too close to be platonic. I was overwhelmed, definitely not expecting this. Never in a million years did I think Wanda Maximoff, the most popular girl in our grade, would be asking me to see Paramore with her. I didn't even think she knew I existed!

Her eyes darted between mine patiently, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips as she waited and I looked down to hers, suppressing the urge to lean in.

"Yes," I finally spoke, voice barely a whisper as I swallowed hard. "I'll go with you."

She nodded, but that wasn't enough as she licked her own lips. I looked back to her eyes, only to see her looking down at mine.

"Can I kiss you?" she muttered softly, making me freeze in place.

Her eyes looked back to mine, dark and patient. I managed to nod weakly, and she wasted no more time when pressing her lips to mine a in a slow, gentle, warm kiss. Her hand wrapped around my waist, tugging my body close to hers, as the other rested behind my neck, giving me goosebumps and turning my insides to jelly.

I closed my eyes, melting into her embrace, one hand planted firmly on her waist as the other rested on her chest. She tasted like peppermint and her floral perfume was infiltrating my senses, making my head dizzy in the best way possible.

When she pulled away, I opened my eyes and was immediately submerged in pools of green. Still so close to her, I kept ahold of her waist as she did the same with me, eyes flickering down to my lips once more.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted breathlessly.

She looked to me again. "Why didn't you?"

Her lips were swollen slightly, red lipstick ruined. I could only imagine the mess on my own lips, but I didn't care.

I smiled nervously. "You were with Nate."

She tried not to laugh. "How stupid of me." Eyes falling to my lips again, she added, "I should have broken up with him sooner if it meant I could do this."

I smiled widely, heart fluttering in my chest at her words. Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip in mine, giving her a final kiss that was long overdue before pulling away.

"In case you couldn't tell, you were the girl I wanted to ask to prom," I said, stepping back slightly, but taking her hands in mine.

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "I figured... and for the record, I would have said yes."

My cheeks began to heat up, but I smiled nonetheless. "Well, in that case... Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

She grinned. "I would be honoured, Y/N."

I mirrored her expression. She held out her free hand.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked gently.

I accepted her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'd love to."

Before either of us could make a move to do so, we heard Pietro's voice shouting in the distance.

"Fina-fucking-lly!"

We turned to the left to see him racing towards us in his blue suit, a knowing smile on his lips.

"You took forever," he said with disbelief to his sister. "I thought I'd have to keep flirting with Y/N in front of you for you to get the hint and make a fucking move."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but I smiled as her cheeks dusted pink.

"And you!" he said, looking to me. "You're so oblivious it hurts."

"Wanda didn't know I existed before this year," I told him, half joking and half serious. "I had every right to be."

Wanda squeezed my hand, earning my attention. She shook her head. "That's not true. I always noticed you."

I gave her a knowing look. "Seriously?"

With an endearing smile, she nodded. "Seriously."

I sighed, looking away and definitely not expecting that. "Well, okay then."

She laughed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. "I believe you owe me a dance. C'mon.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but Wanda merely pushed past him, guiding me to the dance floor.

"Not now, Piet," she said, before looking to me with sparkling eyes. "I want to dance with my girlfriend."

I was sure it was impossible for me to smile anymore.

"Girlfriend," I noted aloud, nodding. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned before standing opposite me, holding out her hand. And as I accepted it, I felt a warmth spread all over me that was only possible because of one girl and one girl only.

Wanda Maximoff.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel imagine #mcu #marvel #mcu imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine

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