#i gotta play around w how i want his arm to look cause this didn't feel right

[cherryrainn]

hii can u pls write onceler (dom) smut w a fem reader????

YEAH I CAN!! i dunno what to do for the story since you didn't ask for one, so i'm just going to write something random, hope it's okay!

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— eternal embrace

onceler (greedler) x reader

the room was bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. you sat comfortably on the window sill, enjoying a peaceful moment in the presence of your boyfriend, onceler. as he sauntered into the room, a confident smirk played on his lips.

"well, well, well, look who we have here," onceler remarked, his voice laced with playful arrogance. he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his light-blue eyes fixated on you with a mischievous glint. "if it isn't my favorite partner in crime, sitting there, stealing the view."

he closed the door behind him, striding towards you with a self-assured swagger. leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "you know, y/n, i can't help but be so captivated by your presence. it's like a magnet, drawing me in with that irresistible charm of yours."

onceler took a deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a seductive undertone. "you've got this way of turning heads wherever you go, babe. it's no wonder they say i'm the lucky one to have you by my side."

a smug smile played on his lips as he continued, his voice filled with unabashed confidence. "i've gotta admit, being with you, it's like having the key to the world. we make quite the pair, don't we?"

he reached out, lightly tracing a finger along your cheek. "but let's not keep it all business, babe. let's indulge in some well-deserved fun. tonight, we'll create our own adventure, just you and me. no rules, no limits."

he gave a wicked grin, eyes dancing with barely contained excitement. "we're gonna have us a time that'll last till dawn." as you stared at him, mouth agape, you felt your heart quicken. "so, whaddya say, love? wanna play nice and cozy with me?" you nodded slowly, still unable to speak.

onceler smirked, his hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts. "that's better. now, hold on tight, 'cause i'm about to show you a whole lotta love."

he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you deeply, his tongue flicking out to tease your bottom lip. you felt yourself melt beneath his touch as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you feverishly. your legs parted, instinctively wanting more, and onceler obliged, pushing your skirt up over your hips.

onceler broke from your kiss, pulling back for air, his lips lingering on yours. "oh, you're a naughty little thing," he whispered.

you glanced down, noticing how his pants had slid further down, revealing the length of his thighs. as his fingers traced the curve of your spine, his gaze met yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine. you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment at his blatant flirting, and didn't even bother trying to hide it.

"what would you like, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "tell me what you'd like, and i promise you, you'll get it."

you gulped, feeling flushed and breathless as you struggled to form the words.

"i...um..."

onceler leaned in again, his hands roaming freely across your body. "do you like the way i taste?" he breathed, sliding his hand between your thighs.

you shuddered, arching your back, moaning softly. "tell me if you like it."

onceler's fingers slipped inside you, gently stroking your wet flesh. you moaned, throwing your head back, shuddering as pleasure coursed through you.

onceler's grin widened, a devilish sparkle in his eye. "you like that, huh? i knew you were a dirty girl."

his fingers moved faster, rubbing you in a circular motion, making you whimper.

"you see, i could stop right now," he purred. "but i think you'd rather i didn't."

you gasped, gripping the fabric of his tailcoat in your fists. "yes," you breathed. onceler smiled, his fingers slowing their movements as he pulled away, gazing into your eyes. "good girl."

he slid his hands back to your waist, lifting you onto your tiptoes, his arms wrapping around your bare back. you laid your hands on his shoulders, watching as he began to unbutton his tie. as the buttons came undone, a flush crept up his neck, making his eyes glow with desire.

"oh, love," he breathed. he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. you gazed hungrily at him, admiring every inch of his physique.

onceler's fingers grazed your collarbone, his thumb brushing across your throat. "here we are," he said, kissing your neck, his hand moving down your chest.

you parted your legs, allowing him access to you, already glistening with arousal. he dipped a finger inside again, your moans muffled by his lips.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he thrust his fingers in and out of you, fucking you with slow, steady strokes

onceler pulled his hand free, sucking his digits clean. "your juices are so sweet," he murmured, staring into your eyes.

you nodded slightly, biting your lip. "please..." you muttered, your voice barely audible.

onceler moved between your legs, teasing your clit with feather-light touches. you panted softly, biting your lower lip. he finally slipped inside, stretching you open, eliciting a sharp cry from you.

"shh, just relax," he cooed, kissing your temple. "just let me take care of you."

as he spoke, he began to move in a slow rhythm, his thumbs rubbing against your sensitive flesh. his touch was gentle, yet firm, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

"god, you're so beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over your body. "i could watch you forever."

you gripped his shoulder, shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through you. you'd never been touched so tenderly, and it only made you crave more.

onceler glanced down, seeing how hard your nipples had become. he bent forward, capturing one with his lips, sucking it into his mouth, drawing out a deep moan from you.

you mewled, clutching the front of his shirt. "don't stop," you begged. "i need you to give me everything."

onceler sped up, plunging deeper inside you, making you gasp. you dug your nails into his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he fucked you with quick thrusts.

he pulled free, he traced his fingertips down your stomach, grazing your clit, causing you to buck against him.

onceler chuckled, kissing the base of your neck. "you really do love it, don't you?"

you nodded, biting your lip. "please," you pleaded.

onceler grinned, placing his hand on your hip. "okay, baby, but just remember, you only get what you ask for. now, tell me, what do you want?"

you turned your head, meeting his eyes, your voice trembling. "i...i want you."

"all yours, my love," he said, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

onceler's member slipped inside you again, eliciting another sharp cry from you. he drew back, gazing into your eyes as he pushed inside, you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder.

onceler stroked your thigh, him moving inside you, playing with your clit. you whimpered, rocking against him, desperate to feel more. as he rubbed himself against you, you bit your lip, your breathing heavy.

onceler's thrusts became quicker, his member becoming rougher. you moaned loudly, your hips buckling against him. you grabbed his arms, your nails digging into his skin, the pain only adding to the pleasure. as he pounded you, his hands slid up your torso, cupping your breasts.

onceler moaned softly, rubbing your breast. you cried out, grinding against him, your legs trembling as pleasure rushed through you, pooling between your thighs.

onceler growled, his hips slamming against yours as he poured his seed inside you. he collapsed, gasping for breath, his weight resting on you.

you glanced up at him, seeing the love in his eyes. "i love you," he whispered, brushing your hair from your face.

note; don't write smut often, so it may not be the best. but i tried!

[indicafaeries]

omg the idea of knoxville with a crush on reader who is just so much cooler than he is won’t leave my head. like he doesn’t even know what to do bc they’re always down to do any stunt and everyone always wants to be around them and talks ab how cool she is. i’m thinking she’s probably an og jackass member maybe she grew up with bam and ryan (she obv skates too). i so desperately need him knocked down a few pegs when he realizes the whole co guy act doesn’t work on her. anyways im just yapping now. literallyNy fic genre (fluff/smut hurt/comfort) idc i just need it��

omggggg i loved this i struggled thinking of stunts and stuff but i hope this is okay!! thank you for the request bff🤭

dude you’re johnny fucking knoxville, be cool

johnny knoxville x cool gn!reader

warnings: dangerous stunts, swearing, alcohol, weed, maybe a little ooc behaviour and slightly suggestive talk 😋

johnnys in love with you cause you’re 20x cooler than him

fluff w a bit of suggestive themes

a/n: sorry this took me a hot sec to write i was going between my grandparents home and my own, also ik johnny can skateboard, just imagine he sucks a little. and with that on with the fic

you sat in the shopping cart, laughing hysterically, you had just been launched through a department store window in one playing the harmonica, johnny was standing near the window, having no prior knowledge of your stunt. “y/n oh my god, where did you come from what? are you okay?” he asks laughing, despite being caught so off guard by your insane entrance. “yeah dude that was nothing, like seriously, you should’ve seen your face though” you say laughing harder, taking his hand as he helps you out of the cart, butterflies flittering in your stomach as his hand grips your waist to help you out. johnny on the other hand was trying not to go red as his hand held yours and his other hand brushed your waist, wondering how you could be so effortlessly pretty and calm after doing a stunt like that.

the two of you walked out of the store, making a quick escape, leaving the mess for Jeff to clean up. he grinned at you “I gotta hand it to you cool cat, that was kinda badass, I certainly wasn't expecting that” you just laughed “yeah yeah I know” you had a cocky smile on your face as you got back to where you n the guys were staying. you'd been doing jackass for almost year now and fuck was it fun, being an og member was the best, people looked up to you and thought you were insane, which wasn't surprising with the stunts you did. you see, the stunts you did were the craziest ones that pretty much no one wanted to do or backed out of, that was like pretty much everyone but Johnny, he was almost as crazy as you were, but everyone knew the only reason he didn't back out was to try and be as cool as you . Johnny secretly really looked up to you and thought you were so cool and daring to do the stunts you did, especially at your age. you were the same age as Ryan and went to school with him and bam, they were your best friends.

“soooo y/n, how did it go, did he fall head over heels?” bam teases as Ryan laughs and joins in “yeah did he cum in his pants when he saw you soar through the air in a shopping cart” “shut up” you say feeling the heat rise to your face, “I'm tellin ya y/n he wants you so bad it isn't even funny anymore” Ryan says taking a swig of his beer, finishing it off “Ryans got a point yk” bam grins. “yeah whatever let’s just hit the skatepark, we won’t have time before the stunt tomorrow” you say stretching while getting up, your HIM skateboard slung under your arm.

johnny, whos sitting watching you with steve-o by his side, admires the way your shirt rises ever so slightly when you stretch, and the way your black sunglasses sit on your face making you look so cool. “fuck i wish i knew what the fuck they’re all talking about” johnny mumbles trying to make out what you, bam and dunn were talking about as you all headed off, “dude if you think they’re so cool, which we all know they are, ask em out, they clearly like you” steve-o chimes in, while munchin down on a sandwich, “i don’t know man, i mean be so real they’re actually cooler than me how am i supposed to even like charm them” johnny replies, making steve-o shake his head “dude you’re johnny fuckin knoxville, be cool” which gave johnny an idea.

you, bam and dunn were all messing around at the skatepark, dipping into the bowl and grinding on the rails. your speakers were blaring HIM as bam sang along poorly and dunn was hyping him up, you sat there shaking your head, with a fresh joint in your hands. you loved the skate park at this time, the warmth from the setting sun and the way its orange glow blanketed the smooth concrete, the lack of people frequenting the park, the soft evening breeze that blew through, as you were admiring all this you noticed a certain familiar tall figure skating towards you, your eyes widened when you realised it was Johnny, and he was headed for the advanced bowl, you found yourself walking towards it curiously, taking a drag of the joint as you sat on the bench next to it, the earthy taste lingering in your mouth, as the smoke danced around you and the weed filled your senses.

you sat there wondering what he was planning since you knew he wasn't the best skater, like sure he knew how to and he wasn't half bad, but he wasn't nearly as good as you or bam, and he certainly wasn't advanced enough for this bowl. now this bowl was similar to most except it was sideways so you could skate up it like a wall. he said nothing but shot you a cocky grin before attempting the advanced bowl, he was going surprisingly well, well that’s what you were thinking till you saw he skate too far up into the wall of the bowl and slip and fall of the skateboard, the board falling next to his head after he hit the ground hard.

you make your way over to him, not able to help yourself from laughing, before you could even ask if he was okay he looks up at you, the remnants of a cocky grin still gracing his face despite the fall, he says “what did you think of that cool cat? personally for my first try at that i’d say i looked pretty cool” you can’t help but laugh at him wiping tears from your face taking a drag from your joint “in your dreams cowboy” you chuckle offering him a hand up and a drag from your joint, though instead of taking it from your hand he just leans down his soft lips against your fingers as he takes a drag from it while you’re holding it. you smile secretly a little flustered from his actions as he blows a smoke cloud around you. “seriously? you didn’t think that was cool?” he asked, you raised an eyebrow at him “you’re gonna have to do more than that to impress me pj” you chime finishing off your joint, feeling the weed haze over your senses. you chuck the butt on the ground stomping it out as dunn and bam spot you guys, walking over to you with mischievous grins on their faces.

“falling for y/n huh?” Ryan teases making everyone laugh, you and bam share a looks before skating over to the bowl “we’ll show ya how its done Knoxville” bam says confidently, before to two of you shred it with ease going up and around the bowl, Johnny unable to tear his eyes off you in awe. as the night settles in the four of you walk back to the hotel, bam and Ryan disappearing once you got there leaving you and Johnny alone, you wondered if bam and dunn did this on purpose, they did. you both decide to go to the hotel bar before bed, the sickly scent of alcohol filling your senses as you walked inside. you looked around taking in the sight of the big bar area, noticing weeman, Preston and Chris in the corner causing a ruckus, you led Johnny over to a quieter spot at the bar taking a seat. drinks began flowing and conversation came on naturally, you can’t help but notice the way Johnny looks at you, the twinkle in his eyes to the smile on his face, maybe it was just the alcohol but he looked genuinely head over heels for you, bam and dunns words from earlier about his little crush swirling in your head.

you could feel the liquor raising your already high confidence deciding to challenge him to a little game. “hey Johnny I bet I could finish these shots quicker than you” you grin knowing very well you could “oh? and what do I get if I win doll?” he asks with a noticeable glint in his eyes “ill be your bitch, but if I win I get to make you my bitch” you were testing him now, the alcohol giving you the push you needed to do this, testing to see if he really did have feeling for you, Johnny was completely surprised you said that, it was obvious from his expression, that doesn't mean he didn't love the idea, “alright, you're on y/n” he lips quirked up into a smirk. you counted down before downing the shots, Johnny moved surprisingly fast like he wanted to win, but not as fast as you. you finish the last shot, fiery whiskey warming your insides as you put the shot glass on the table, Johnny just finishing his off.

“get fucked cowboy, I win” you cheer triumphantly, Johnny looks at you, a look of anticipation in his eyes, “I certainly hope I get fucked” he can't help but mumble out staring at you through those fuck me eyes he does so well. “oh just you wait Johnny, ive been wanting to do this for a while” you smirk looking up at him, bringing your face close to his. “sure its not as long's ive been dreaming about you cool cat” his breath is warm against your face as he leans down, your faces barely an inch apart, you bring your lips to his, your hands wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grips your hair, to other eagerly snaking around your waist, he tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, the kiss made the bar melt away around you. Johnny pulled away for a moment catching his breath as he rests his forehead against yours, “that was better than anything I could've imagined and trust me Ive been imagining, be mine y/n?” Johnny said softly against your lips “with pleasure Johnny, now lets take this upstairs” you smile, beet red and completely in love, “lets.”

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

And I've come bearing gifts of yet another spn fic (I'm in my active writing era 😌💅)

(this is set in season 13 or 14)

So yeah enjoy

Jack was a curious kid, obviously. It was no secret the kid loved to learn about most anything and everything. Even just listening sometimes was enough for him.

Once Dean had gotten attached to the kid, he didn't really mind answering all of Jack's questions.

Jack was especially curious whenever he was allowed on a hunt with them, wanting to know everything about what kind of monster they were hunting.

On an ordinary day though, Jack was more quiet. You could usually find him in his room reading while listening to rock music (Dean had told him that it was the only 'good' kind of music) or watching cartoons on the TV that Cas had given to him from his room. Mostly, they all kept to themselves on the days between hunts.

But often times Dean would gather everyone in the living room area for a movie night while they ate dinner. Cas would usually make some kind of warm drink after they all ate, Dean always got to pick the movie (regardless of how many protests were shouted at him), Sam had taught Jack how to make popcorn and Jack used that skill whenever he got the chance, and Sam took the opportunity to just relax on the couch with them.

Often times Sam would fall asleep during the movie, and Dean would bitch about it afterwards as loudly as he could. Jack had recently taken up Sam's habit though. Every time they all sat down to watch something you'd turn around Jack was dozing off, usually leaning against someone's shoulder.

As cute as it was, Dean couldn't stand for Jack to miss the death star exploding.

Dean had been chosen that evening as Jack's human pillow, so it was easy enough to reach over and poke him several times in the side to try and rouse him.

Jack shifted over and ignored the pokes, snuffling into Dean's arm.

Dean repeated the action a few more times, until he noticed a small sleepy smile on Jack's face that he was trying to hide.

Dean hummed quietly but let the kid sleep, saving that information for later.

After the movie ended (and, yes, Jack did miss the exploding of the death star but it wasn't like this was his first time seeing A New Hope) they all stayed seated, relaxed in their spots making idle conversation.

Jack was now awake, listening to Sam and Cas' conversation about which star wars movie was the best. Dean turned his attention from the pair to look at Jack.

"I can't believe you-" Dean said, rapidly poking Jack's side causing the kid to curl up and swat and Dean's hand. "fell asleep during the best star wars movie and the best part of it."

"I didn't mean to!" Jack giggled, using one hand to protect his side the other to hold onto Dean's hand.

"Mhm, sure you didn't." Dean eyerolled, now launching a full on tickle attack on Jack.

Dean leaned over and dragged Jack into his lap, using one his hands to hold his outer arm above his head leaving his entire left side exposed. His free hand darted around Jack's torso, tickling as many places as he could. Jack attempted to grab Dean's hand but was too slow to catch him and couldn't predict correctly which spot Dean was going to go to next so he just resorted to holding onto Dean's forearm and trying to control his laughter.

"Do you know how to play guitar, Jack?" Dean asked while still tickling him.

"No!" Jack said through his giggles.

"Well, what we have here," Dean pat Jack's stomach. "is a good old fashioned guitar."

Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his head tilting to the side.

"~Juuust gotta make sure it's in tune before I can play anything on it, of course." Dean grinned at him.

He held his right hand as if he had a guitar pic in his hand and pressed his fingers against Jack's ribs. He pretended to "play" the guitar, Jack's ribs being the strings.

He tested different ribs, listening to Jack's different laughs as he did so.

"Sounds tuned to me." Dean nodded. "That means we can play it now. "

Jack was about to make his protests known but Dean had already started, picking up and down Jack's whole side.

He threw in some light scribbles every now and then when he got up high on Jack's ribs, just to hear him squeal.

Jack promptly lost his mind, lost in his own mirth. He threw his head back against one of the couch pillows, cackles spilling out of him freely. His squirming intensified too, wiggling in every direction to get away from Dean's wiggling fingers.

He noticed that Sam and Cas had been watching for some time now, fond smiles on both of their faces. Dean noticed too and grinned at them.

"Do you guys like my guitar?" He raised an eyebrow. "Probably the nicest one I've ever played."

"Oh, I bet." Sam nodded. "I mean considering that you've never owned a guitar and nor do you know how to play, but if that one can give you the skills to play like that then that's one nice guitar."

Dean chuckled. "Wanna hear how it plays?"

"Dean, nohohOHO!!" Jack shrieked, arching his back. Dean alternated spots, going from right next to Jack's armpit to down low next to his hip. Jack's giggles jumped in both pitch and volume several times.

"I like this note." Dean teased. He scratched on Jack's highest rib, his laughter jumping up to a near screech. He squirmed violently twords the ground, almost falling out of Dean's arms before he was pulled back into Dean's lap.

"My guitar likes to wiggle apparently," Dean laughed, going back to the same spot that he was tickling before. Jack squealed again, giving up on trying to escape and just taking the tingly sensations overtaking his entire being. It was as if he could feel the tickles through his whole body, from his ears, to his neck, all the way down his torso and legs, electric tingles shooting down his knees, to his constantly moving feet which were currently kicking the couch in an effort to help give himself some relief from the sensations that were surging throughout his body.

After a few minutes when Jack had properly melted in Dean's lap from exhaustion, Dean finally stopped, releasing Jack's arm and letting him roll over onto his stomach. Dean rubbed up and down his back grinning down at the kid, though he couldn't see.

"You okay, Jack?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," Jack answered.

Dean rubbed a soothing hand through his hair, letting him fully relax.

"Hey, if you ever need any help getting Dean back, I'll gladly help you out Jack." Sam said. "He's ridiculously ticklish just like you." He smirked.

"Shut up." Dean glared at him. "You're just as bad."

"Statistically, Sam is less sensative than you are, but you and Jack seem equal in ticklishness." Cas held back a smile.

"You shut up too." Dean pointed at Cas. Sam laughed at them both.

Once again, Jack felt himself falling asleep but this time to the sounds of his family getting into a silly argument rather than the sounds of blaster fire and exciting background music.

Hope you liked

[opheliajupiter99]

PLAY Pt. 3 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*Hootsie before the front door, frozen, doing her best to grasp the situation she'd found herself in. As she sat there, 'papa' moved down the hall and moved to stand in front of her. It wasn't her papa, she could so clearly see that, so why did he smile as if everything was fine?!*

"Aw, come on Hootsie, don't be like dat! We got dinner all set up for the lot of us! Ya Uncle Kremy made extra special tonight." *He said cheerfully. Uncle Kremy? Did that mean there were more of these...things? She whimpered, and shook her head, pressing herself against the front door, not wanting to move from the spot, even if she knew she couldn't open it*

*'Papa' huffed, marching over to her and grabbing at one of her front paws, not roughly per say, but in a manner that made it clear he was upset, in a way she'd never seen her -real- papa be. He dragged her down the hall towards one of the far doors, and despite Hootsie being quite a bit bigger than them, and much heavier to boot, she found herself being dragged with remarkable ease*

*They went through a door into a dining room, with a long dark brown table with matching chairs lining it, a pink and white floral tablecloth draped over top of it, and a hefty pot of gumbo sat in the center. Sat at the chairs were, indeed, more of these things, copies of her real family, specifically Uncle Gideon, Aunt Twig, and Uncle Kremy just having a seat after placing down the gumbo. She didn't see Uncle Torbek or Uncle Frosty, but presumably they were around here somewhere as well*

*'Gideon' looked up towards the pair as they entered, waving to them with a big smile, his brown button eyes shining softly in the candlelight* "Well shucks howdy, look who it is! The gal of the hour!" *'Kremy' and 'Twig' looked to her as well, similarly waving cheerfully to her. She didn't wave in return, or even give a single hoot in response, shivering softly in fear and panic as her mind quietly raced as to how she could escape all of this*

*To her surprise, she found the doll-like version of her Uncle Gideon seem to notice this, his demeanor changing ever so slightly, tilting his head a bit as he lowered his hand. He was still smiling, but the smile almost seemed...a bit forced* "Hey uh, little green? Lil' one doin' alright?" *He said, 'papa's' gaze quickly snapping towards him, his smile staying firmly in place though he did stare at him rather intently for a brief moment* "Oh, she's just a bit peckish, dat's all! Come on Hootsie, let's sit down."

*Hootsie, after a moment of once again freezing where she stood, slowly took a seat, a specialized chair built to hold her weight sat there just for her. Her 'papa' sat right beside her, with Uncle Gideon across from her, his smile still seeming forced as 'Kremy' put down a bowl for her* "Came 'round just in time, still nice and hot!" *Her false uncle declared proudly, wearing a perfect mimic of her real uncle's chef apron and chef's hat*

*It seemed until she figured something out, or better yet, her family did, she'd have to play along*

-

*The real Kremy had just finished his ritual to commune with the Baron, his vision clouding as he entered a kind of trance. His sight returned to the image of an area consumed in darkness, with brief flashes of neon colors in the distance like lighting, and directly across from him, a figure shrouded from view, only the light of the cigar clutched in his teeth visible*

"Sir, I'm real sorry to bother ya, but I just gotta ask somethin' of ya. My niece, she...she's fuckin' gone! I dunno what the fuck happened, we were asleep, and she was-" *The Baron rose his arm and held out his hand, his skeletal digits becoming visible as he held up a finger in a 'shush' motion. Kremy stopped speaking immediately*

"Well, -I- know what happened. Somethin' real bad came leakin' its way outta Ghetit, and it was able ta - cause of ya!" *The Baron declared, now pointing that finger outwards towards Kremy. Kremy's eyes widened* "W-What? No, sir, I swear I didn't-" *Baron waved a hand dismissively, a loud crackle akin to thunder heard as the neon blared for a moment before subsiding* "It came through ya cane! Ya cane be a window right into Ghetit, let's ya talk to me, let's ya do ya magic, let's ya hear those damn whispers. All it had to do was climb its way right on through, when ya weren't payin' attention!"

*Kremy stood, stunned at this revelation. It wasn't that it didn't make sense; hell, the perfect sense it made was precisely what hurt him so much. He'd just never thought of it, never pondered what would happen if he left his cane unattended too long, especially in a magically charged place like the Feywild. He was usually one to dodge these kinds of things, run from guilt and responsibility for his actions, but this...this was different*

*The Baron harshly slammed the bottom of his cane against the ground, knocking Kremy out of his thoughts as a loud crackle of thunder was heard once again, followed by another flash of neon* "Don't be goin' quiet on me, boy! This be YA fault! And I swear to all the nine fuckin' hells if ya don't fix it, there'll be fire and brimstone upon the whole fuckin' lot of ya!" *He said, in an absolute rage. The Baron cared about many things, but one of the things he cared most about were children and their safety, after millennia of tending to and guiding fallen children down in Ghetit*

*Kremy felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes, still reeling from all of this. But after a moment, he took a deep breath, stood tall, and looked up at the Baron, a determined expression on his face, even as his eyes were still filled with guilt and self-loathing* "Let's make a deal then, Baron. For just...whatever we need to get her back. I don't care what I gotta pay for it. Just...just do it." *He was terrified but meant what he said. Of course, he didn't know what the Baron would ask for, and perhaps it was just his pessimistic nature that made him assume the worst, but even if it was that -particular- price, he would indeed be willing to pay it*

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet-HELLATOBER Day 8- Exorcist

Summary:

In Which The Problem of Extermination Day leads to another Problem that Blitz had tried to avoid.

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Blitz grabs his keys and spins them on his finger, whistling a tune. But Loona grabs his shoulder before he leaves the house.

"Where are you going?" She asks. Blitz looks at her with a put off expression, "Uh-to the grocery store".

"No you're not! It's Extermination Day", Loona mentions and points to the 666 newscast she was watching.

It's a sick joke that all the main grocery stores are in Pentagram city. Meanwhile Imp city is only filled with convenience stores. None with fruit or eggs or milk of course. Blitz groans, running his hands down his eyes.

"Whaaat, I thought they just had it six months ago!" He stomps and she shrugs, "Guess they...changed their minds".

Blitz sighs and walks over to open their fridge again and slams it, empty.

"Loonie I gotta go, if I don't we won't have food for a good 24 hours", he says, and heads towards the door again.

But Loona runs in front of it, blocking him.

"No way. You think I'm letting you go there today? Do you know how many sinners look like imps? A lot of them. They'd kill you on accident for sure", she tells him nervously and Blitz frowns and crosses his arms, "Then what do you suggest we do cause I don't have money for eating out".

Loona stutters-"Well I don't exactly have another plan-...." She says and Blitz blinks, "Then move missy, I gotta go. You aren't going hungry on my watch".

She panics as he tries to move her paw from the doorknob and yells out, "I'll call Stolas!" Her eyes go wide. Blitz blinks rapidly, "What?"

"I'll call him if you go", she says and he snickers, "Pff, I'm not scared of him".

"But you're afraid to talk to him", she says smugly, crossing her arms now. He growls under his breath and pushes her gently aside.

"No I'm not. And I'm going. You stay here", he says, heading out the door.

"Suit yourself!" She yells as he leaves. Then dials her phone.

Blitz groans and mutters to himself as he gets in his car, "Fuckin' call Stols if I decide to go to the damn grocery store, I'm a fuckin assassin I can handle myself with other assassins. Fuckin angel bitches-" he starts the car and as he does, someone else joins him in the passenger seat of the van.

"Well hello Blitz", Stolas says and Blitz jumps, eyes wide, then facepalming.

"She really called you?! Fuckin-im sorry Stols it's no big deal you can go", he tells him and Stolas looks to the ground then back at him.

"You would like me to leave?" He asks. Fuck. of course he never wants Stolas to leave. But he hasn't seen him since the party and...that...ended interestingly.

Blitz swallows the stone in his throat, "I- mean if you want to that is I guess. Whatever Loonie said, I don't need help".

"I admit she didn't say much, just, Blitz, exorcist, help", he giggles but Blitz's mouth is agape. He came to be with him for just three words?

"Yeah well-im fine", he says again but starts driving, and Stolas's beak forms a line as he taps his fingers on the dash.

"I'm going to the grocery store", he says. Stolas nods, "Ah".

They continue driving in silence until Blitz gets to the mouth of the tunnel to Pentagram City and he stops suddenly on the side of the road with his hazard lights on.

Stolas looks around, "Is there something wrong with the van?" Blitz laughs, "Why are you here Stolas".

Stolas stutters now, "W-well I care-". Blitz takes a deep breath, "Do you?"

"What?!" Stolas blinks, "Of course". Blitz groans and rubs his face, "Because every time I come to you, it's 'oh Blitz, I can't see you' but then I need you and what you're fine?"

The owl in his passenger seat stays quiet. Letting him rant.

"I mean just fucking choose, Stols! I can't keep playing this damn game okay?"

He puts his hand to his chest now, "Game?! You think this is a game, Blitz?! It wouldn't have to be a game if you just told me your feelings initially instead of stringing me along like I should know everything about your subtlety! Well I don't! So why don't y-you spell it out for me Blitz!"

"Was that succubus fucker a better kisser than me?" He demands.

"What?!" Stolas asks incredulously. Blitz crawls toward him, "Did he fiddle your holes the way I do? Did you think about me the whole night? Or did you just move on to another imp? To another poor sap who's going to be disappointed when they make a connection with you".

Stolas chokes back a sob and holds his mouth, "Blitz I didn't mean- that's not-" he insists and reaches out to him but Blitz swipes him away.

"No, get out of my van Stols", he says, pointing.

"What?!" The tears escape Stolas's hand. The corners of Blitz's eyes tearing now as well.

"I said get out!!!!", he yells, and Stolas climbs out hurriedly, holding himself.

Blitz gets out too and walks towards him and Stolas takes a step back but Blitz just sits on the ground with his head in his hands. Stolas looks up, willing away tears.

"I loved you", Blitz mumbles. "What?" Stolas replies. He walks closer to him and sits on the grassy ground next to him on the side of the road.

After a few moments of silence, "I care for you too", he says. Blitz turns and holds his head.

"What? What did I say!" Stolas says, tears forming again.

"You can't say it. What I said", Blitz squeezes his eyes shut, "I don't blame you".

Something clicks in his brain and he holds Blitz hand, him letting him. Blitz keeping his eyes shut.

"Blitz I don't know what love means", he explains, the tears falling down his face. "What?" Blitz replies, opening his eyes and tears fall.

"I...told you I just want to be wanted. Because Ive never been wanted even by family. I don't..I don't know love I don't know what that feels like", he tells him and blinks as Blitz puts his hand onto Stolas's cheek and wipes some of his tears.

"You're ruining your pretty feathers, feathers", he says and Stolas grabs his hand gently, "I'm being serious here Blitz".

"I know", he says and looks in Stolas's eyes, "I Love you Stolas. That's...I can show you. Let me show you?" He asks desperately, scooching closer to him.

Stolas smiles and nods, eyes squeezing tears away as Blitz takes his cheeks gently and kisses his forehead and caresses his claw down the back of his head, sitting in his lap and gives him soft kisses all over his face. Then finally to his lips. So gentle. The kind of kiss Stolas has never experienced from Blitz, or anyone.

"I care for you Stols", he squeezes him tight and Stolas returns the favor and they stay like this for a while. Until that is, they realize they're still sitting on th side of the road. People honking once in a while.

Stolas chuckles, "I suppose we should go to the grocery before your daughter starves?" He asks Blitz.

Blitz stands up and offers a hand to Stolas, pulling him up. They get back in the car, Blitz clearing more room for Stolas's legs and restarts the car.

Blitz smiles to Stolas, "Alright. Let's go kick some angel ass".

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 72

Rafe looked in the mirror of the master bathroom as he adjusted his black tie against his white collared shirt, making sure it was just as tight and perfectly ironed as his father taught him. The time had finally come for this damn New Year's Eve party that the shareholders— and Jessie— insisted on having. What started out as a small intimate party that would be held in their new upper west side home was now a large event that had to be held in the grand Central Park hall on the first floor of the building. That was mostly thanks to Jessie inviting her overly extended family from the Manhattan Mayhem. That was a whole new argument that carried on the day after Christmas and lasted up until this very moment. Rafe clearly wasn't happy about the arrangement, mainly for fear of mixing too much business with pleasure, but Jessie insisted it would be a good way to mix her world and his.

"Charley!" Rafe heard the thundering voice of his wife through the bedroom as she walked into the bathroom to find her earrings she had left by the sink. There she stood, putting in her gold earrings. She was wearing a white, form fitted, strapless dress with matching silk gloves. Rafe couldn't deny that she looked stunning, but he peeled his eyes away from the girl in the mirror to focus back on himself. Like she had done most of the week, she dismissed him as she fixed her jewelry and put on his favorite perfume. God, she still was playing that game oh so well. She still knew how to break him down. Despite the two still not seeing eye to eye all week, they still didn't need words to say exactly what they were thinking... good or bad.

Suddenly he heard his favorite footsteps running down the hall and into their bedroom, stopping at the bathroom door to look up at her mother, waiting for further instruction.

"Come here, baby, I've gotta fix your hair." Jessie answered as she grabbed the toddler to set her up on the sink, getting the last few curls perfect. In the meantime, Rafe went to go grab his suit jacket, but not before giving a subtle but important reminder to his girls.

"We've gotta be downstairs in five minutes." He simply said as he walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to give his wife more than a glance. He heard Jessie mumble in simple understanding as he walked to his office. Before he could get there he ran smack into a blonde boy who clearly wasn't paying attention as he came out of Charley's room.

"Woah! Dude, sorry." JJ exclaimed with a small chuckle as he bounced off the slightly taller figure, adjusting the cuffs of his white button up and the hem of his black vest. To his behest, he was dressed to the nines as well. All the Pogues were. If they wanted to be apart of a black tie event, they had to be in dress code, and that was nonnegotiable.

"Watch it." Rafe seethed as he shuffled right past his brother in law.

"Easy dude." JJ snapped back, grabbing a firm hold of Rafe's arm to turn him around to face his serious expression. "I was looking for Charley because I heard Jess call for her... do you know where she is?"

"She's in the bathroom with Jessie."

"Ok good..." JJ replied, now having let go of the man in front of him. Rafe took his first trudge forward but was stopped again by the blonde's words. "Rafe... just because Jessie's on edge about this party doesn't mean you have to be. You guys have been walking on eggshells all week... give it up dude..."

Rafe simply rolled his eyes and exhaled, blowing off the suggestion and walking away. But of course, Maybanks always got the last word.

"Rafe..." JJ said once again, causing his brother in law to look back with a locked jaw out of annoyance. "Partying... it's what you and Jess do best..." He finished with a shrug of his shoulders and a sentiment behind his voice that showed he was hoping Rafe would lighten up and let loose. Rafe could tell JJ wanted to see the couple genuinely have fun tonight. But Rafe couldn't help but feel like partying was what him Jessie used to do best. Nowadays, they were anything but carefree. Nowadays there were far more secrets, endless responsibilities... and one special little girl to consider. Still, Rafe blew him off once again and marched to his office.

The wooden door opened with a squeak as he walked in and found his suit jacket lying comfortably on the back of his chair. He quickly put she rest of his ensemble on and reached for his desk drawer. As he opened the drawer he studied the contents of it intentionally... his keys... his wallet... ah, there it was. Rafe reached down to grab the black velvet box that he had stowed away so perfectly until the time was right.

* * *

The truth was, when Rafe had sold Tanneyhill, before he had the house all packed up, he looked through his mother's old stuff once more. He knew exactly where Ward used to keep her belongings. Even though Ward of course loved Rose, he still felt it was only right to hold onto some things that belonged to his first wife. After all, she was the mother of his children. As Rafe rummaged through all of his mom's things he found exactly what he was looking for... her wedding ring. He opened the modest box to find a pristine gold band with a single, perfectly placed, four prong square diamond right in the middle. As he looked at the ring that he hadn't observed in years, he was reminded how much of a simpleton his mom was, much like his wife. Classic, timeless, and of course not a scratch or smudge on the thing.

* * * The day that Jessie walked back into Rafe's life he couldn't get the thought out of his head. Frankly, even before the Bahamas he had always dreamed of one day giving her the ring she deserved. She still had no idea where the first ring came from, but this time he had every intention of telling her from where this one originated. He just knew the timing had to be right... no, it had to be perfect. Despite the disagreements between the two of them, Rafe was confident tonight would be a perfect night for Jessie to receive the gift that he had been so anxious to give her for years. He had high hopes that this would be yet another step in the right direction. He stuck the box securely in his pocket.

As he was about to shut the desk drawer, he couldn't ignore the coke sitting there... calling to him, like it had been for months now. But Rafe was proud of himself, he hadn't used all day. He had hoped to be completely sober minded for the first time in a long time as he looked into Jessie's eyes to give her that ring. He also hoped to be that way considering all the guests he would have to impress. Being strung out, no matter how good he was at hiding, wasn't exactly the ideal state for him to be in at such a high stakes event. He wanted to be alert and ready for whatever was to come, and with known gang members mixing with ruthless business men, who knows what could occur, right?

Still, as the stress of the impending night weighed down on him more with each breath, he couldn't stop staring at the little white bag of cocaine. He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and clinched his fist so tight he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. He currently had one foot in each camp at the moment, trying to determine if he could make it through this night without at least a little hit.

Rafe grew only more frustrated with himself as he waged the war inside of him. He set his hands on the desk and hung his head and closed his eyes, looking for some relief, but he wouldn't find it considering the tension in his back was impossible to release. He popped up in an instant and smacked himself on the cheek, trying to get himself back in the mental game. He needed to stay focused.

"Come on!" He whispered to only himself as he paced behind his desk. He put his hands on his hips and exhaled as he looked one last time at the coke in front of him. Without one more thought, he snatched the coke in his hand and shoved it straight into the other pocket of his pants and walked out the door. He almost did the motions quick enough to convince himself he never did it at all, but of course, he wasn't that good at fooling himself. He grabbed his keys and his wallet as well, stuffing them into the same pocket.

Rafe slammed the desk drawer shut out of anger and determination, allowing the contents to rattle around aimlessly, still telling himself that he wouldn't use the drugs, but he'd keep them close by just in case. He cleared his throat and wiped his face as he marched out of his office, somehow even more pissed than when he walked in.

He walked down the hallway to see his wife and daughter in beautiful white dresses. He also noticed all the Pogues were dressed handsomely and ready to go. As he laid eyes on them he attempted to calm himself down and keep his composure.

"We ready to go?" Rafe asked as he close his hands together with a half smile. Everyone turned to face him with smiles of their own, each pairing off with one another. Much like during the gingerbread contest, Pope held Charley on his hip and considered her his plus one for the night, seeing as he was the only one without a date. Jessie was secretly hoping to get him a girl tonight.

"Yep!" Jessie replied with enthusiasm. Rafe simply extended his arm, allowing Jessie to wrap hers comfortably through it and walk in step out the front door and down to the grand hall.

- - -

Hours had passed and the party was finally starting to get just a little bit looser, however, not too much, considering this was still very much a game of appearances. Rafe made it very clear this wasn't supposed to turn into the midsummers after party.

However, that didn't stop Sarah Cameron from having a good time.

Jessie walked up to the open bar, where she found the teenager utterly drunk and laying her head down on the high top. She pushed her brows together in concern as she touched her sister in laws back to try and alert her that she was there.

"Sarah? Are you okay?" Jessie asked with concern laced in her voice. Sarah snapped her head up in shock, but quickly head her forehead and tried to regain her focus. Jessie could tell the room was spinning for her. She gripped her shoulders and looked a little closer at her.

"Huh? What, y-yeah, I'm fine." Sarah mumbled as she tried to lay her head back down on the bar in front of her.

"Sarah!" Jessie snapped, just barely over a whisper so as not to alarm anyone. "Where's John B?"

"I think he went to go get me some more wine."

"Sarah..." Jessie said with raised brows with clear worry across her face at how shit faced this girl was. Sarah opened her eyes just a little bit more, waiting for Jessie's next words. "You are at the bar."

Sarah looked around and suddenly was amazed.

"Huh... I guess I am... well then I don't know where John B is." Sarah replied with a slight giggle. But Jessie found the situation anything but funny.

"Sarah! You've gotta sober up! Rafe is going to kill you if you embarrass him or ruin this for anyone!" Jessie demanded, but by the time she finished her sentence Sarah was already out like a light on the table once again. "I'm going to get you some water... don't move." Jessie scoffed, knowing Sarah wouldn't dare to go anywhere. If she did she'd end up on the floor in seconds. She looked frantically around the party, trying to steer clear of her husband and stay on her mission to find some water and maybe even some carbs to get the girl grounded. Unfortunately, she was pulled out of her thoughts by stumbling into a man in front of her.

"Oh!" Jessie cried, trying to stop herself from stumbling back. Luckily, Rafe wrapped his hands around her arms to stop her.

"Woah, there, babe. Watch where you're going." Rafe joked as he held his wife steady with a beaming smile.

"Sorry." She laughed awkwardly. She really wanted to stay on task, but she knew now she couldn't.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all night..." Rafe whispered kindly as he stepped closer to brush some hair out of her face. He brought her chin up for her gaze to meet his. He had a genuine love behind them that she hadn't seen in months. He seemed... more clear headed... than usual. Jessie didn't know what to say, for she was too wrapped up in her husband's beautiful blue eyes. They seemed especially piercing tonight, and this time, not out of an anger or passiveness that was fueled behind them. "Wanna dance?" He asked with a hope in his voice. Jessie hated to cut the moment short, but all she could think about was how Rafe was sure to blow a fuse if he saw his sister splashed out at the bar.

"Uh... w-where's Charley?" Jessie asked, trying to look for any reason to go do something else.

"She's with Pope... remember?" Rafe responded, suddenly with a little confusion as he looked deeper into his wife's eyes.

"Oh, yeah." She replied with a nod of her head and looking down at the floor, feeling like she had been caught. Rafe decided to brush it off.

"So may I have this dance?" Rafe said in a feigned British accent as he cleared his throat and "fixed" his tie. The exaggerated action made Jessie laughed, and she admired the man who now had his hand extended in invitation. She took it with gratitude.

"Of course you may." She replied.

[kanazawa-division]

It was early afternoon when a certain former cheerleader picked up Kyler from his job at the police station. Beside her was her boyfriend, who had a small, yet still viewable smirk on his face. The reason: because of a white cloth that he used to disable the CIA operative's vision. Normally, he would have refused, but after Evelyn insisted, he begrudgingly cooperated.

"I hope you know I'm only doing this because of Evelyn. Under ordinary circumstances, I'd never let anyone blindfold me like this. ...Especially you of all people, Ace."

"Oh, I know. That's why I'm choosing to enjoy this as long as I can."

Kyler grunted as he could practically feel and see the shit-eating grin on his friendly rival's face. Being led from behind by Evelyn, he stopped as she placed his hands on his shoulders and was told to 'watch his head'. Bending down, he could feel himself getting inside a vehicle. He could only surmise that Ace was the one driving since he couldn't recall Evelyn ever driving anywhere. Did she even have a license for that matter?

But those thoughts ended as he could feel the car start and drive on. He sighed as he heard some cheesy pop song and heard Evelyn singing to it. As he sat there in the back seat, he could feel his eyelids getting itchy, no doubt due to the cloth covering his eyes.

"Hey, can I take this blindfold off now?"

"No."

"No!"

Kyler sighed once more, though he didn't know what other answer he was expecting.

"Well, can you at least tell me where we're going?"

"If we did that Kylie, it'd, like, ruin the surprise!"

"Yeah, but still..."

"Cool your jets, birthday boy. You'll see when we get there. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Tch, if it's you driving, I'd be better off taking my chances walking."

"You want to? Cause I can stop the car. It's no trouble, whatsoever."

"Yes, please do."

"Hey!"

At this, both men felt one of their ears being pulled tightly, as if they had reverted back to their childhood.

"Ah!"

"No fighting! Not, like, today! It's Kyler's birthday, Acey. So, be nice!"

"Ugh, yeah, yeah."

Rubbing both of their ears, the two men chose to just keep quiet, while their female compatriot continued singing along with the radio. It was approximately a 45-minute long drive until the car finally slowed to a stop.

"We're here!"

Hearing the back door open, Kyler carefully stepped out of the car, being guided by Evelyn.

"Yes, but... where is here?"

Kyler could smell and hear the ocean, so he could only surmise that he was near the beach. And if he was a betting man, he could only educate that he and his friends were now in Okinawa.

"Stay here, okay? I gotta go make sure everything is, like, set up!"

Before he could say anything, he heard a pamper of feet getting further off in the distance, meaning he was alone with just his "oh-so-good friend" Ace, still blindfolded.

"So you are going to let me in on what this big surprise is exactly?"

"There's a reason it's called a 'surprise'., birthday boy."

"Well, can I, at least, take this stupid blindfold off now? I already know that we're in Okinawa."

"Hey, feel free to take it off. But if Evelyn gets upset at you, don't look to me for help."

Grumbling, the CIA official stood there his arms crossed. He could feel Ace standing somewhere around him, but the diplomat was silently playing with his phone, not paying his childhood rival much attention. They stood like that for up to three minutes until Kyler heard a slight vibrating sound close to him. He then felt Ace's car shake as the American ambassador hopped off of it.

"Alright, Evee says she's ready. Follow me."

...

"...Well?"

"How do you expect me to follow you when I can't see, genius?"

"Aren't you a CIA operative? Just put those handy skills of yours to use and follow my voice."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Ugh, fine. Give me your hand."

Though he really didn't want to, Kyler obeyed, holding his left hand out for Ace to take. With that, the diplomat led the operative to their 'secret' destination. After a brief walk, Ace told Kyler to 'stop' as he stepped away. The investigator heard the sound of a door opening and was once again led. He felt a rush of cool air hit him, which told him that he was inside a building. Feeling his hand being let go, Kyler then felt the bandana on his face come unloose. He was prepared to see light again, but to his surprise, it was dark even inside the building.

...That is, until Ace gave the 'thumbs-up' to someone, which prompted the lights to turn back on. As it did, the next thing Kyler heard was:

SURPRISE!!!

Kyler jumped back as he looked at a group of his friends and acquaintances all jumped out of their hiding places in Eagle's Nest. Namely: Evelyn, Rashaad, Joey, Wataru, and a few others from Kanazawa that he had worked with. Still surprised, Kyler looked as the bar was decorated with balloons, party planners, a banner with his name on it, and the piece de resistance, a birthday cake, which made the CIA operative shake his head with a grin.

He smiled as Joey continued singing 'Happy Birthday' until Wataru promptly told him to 'shut it'. He then looked as all the members of the Liberty Guild gifted him something for his birthday:

From Rashaad, it was a gold and black cigarette holder that made Kyler blink, surprised. Looking at it from all sides, he promptly thanked the bartender, promising to reciprocate.

From Evelyn, it was a watch with a thin blue line on it. Slipping it on, Kyler smiled as it was a perfect fit for his wrist. He promptly thanked his childhood friend, who gave him a small kiss on the cheek as thanks.

Lastly, the last gift was from Ace, which put Kyler on his guard, as he suspected something mean-spirited from the diplomat. Rolling his eyes, the American ambassador simply handed him his gift. Looking at it, Kyler, at first, thought it was a book of some sort. Upon opening it, he looked as it was a photo holder. But what made it even more special was that inside it was a picture of him and the most important person in his world, his finance, Roxanne. Though he came close to crying, he managed to hold it in, refusing to cry, especially in front of his rival. Giving him a 'thanks', he turned around, still staring at the picture of the love of his life.

...God, he missed her...

Kyler looked around as he took a bite from the piece of his birthday cake that had been nicely cut by Rashaad, his cheeks were staring to hurt from how long he had been smiling but honestly who wouldn’t? Granted he knew Evelyn was gonna pull something like this sooner or later but it still warmed his heart to know and see that his childhood friend still cares a great deal about him even after all the years that had passed.

He was also grateful for his new friends too and Ace but not as much, he shook his head fondly as he watched Joey wearing two party hats as horns on his head and trying to put a party hat on Wataru’s head, who looked like he was getting more annoyed by the second with Rashaad trying to keep the peace.

Truth be told, Kyler never thought he could end up like this. Surrounded by friends and people that cared about him, things were bad when he woke up from his coma and had gotten progressively worse afterwards, the blonde agent didn’t want to admit it but there had been times where he wanted to give up, that he couldn’t go on anymore…

But then he thought of parents, of Evelyn and his friends, of-

A buzzing sensation brought him out of his thoughts, fishing out his phone from his pocket, Kyler looked to see who exactly would be calling him before his eyes widen upon seeing the caller ID “Roxie ❤️”. Excusing himself and telling everyone he’ll be right back, Kyler headed towards the bathroom before answering the call.

“Happy Birthday, Kyler, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too Roxie, so much. Thank you.”

Thank you for the gift!

[caperingcryptid]

He was a boy of five when he first came to her pond, as he so proudly told her later. His knees were a patchwork of bruises and bandages, and his smile was toothy and incomplete. Though she herself had been quite young when they met, she still had enough sense to wonder why his parents had let him toddle up to her banks with so little supervision. All it would take was a misplaced foot upon the mud for him to slip and fall in.

"Hi," he said, crouching down to look her in the eye. He wrapped his arms around his knees, rocking back and forth. If he was afraid of her- of her daggerlike teeth, or her waxen, grayish skin- he showed no sign of it.

So, instead of trying to drag him into the murky depths, she decided to play along. "Hi," she echoed.

"M'name's Clyde."

"Hi, Clyde."

"What're you doing in there? Aren't you cold?"

"No. This is where I live."

"Oh." He continued to rock, thoughtfully, on the balls of his feet. "I live in a house. Up there." He briefly turned to point up at the little hut atop the hill, then let his arm fall at his side.

She rested her chin upon the edge of the pond, brow furrowing. "Why are you telling me all of this? I don't know you."

He shrugged. "I just told you who I am," he said, patiently. "'m Clyde. Who are you? What's your name?"

This made her pause for a moment. No one had ever asked her that before- though, to be fair, the only interactions she'd really had with any living creature before this was hunting and eating. "I don't have one," she admitted, eventually. "Nobody named me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They fell silent. The boy continued to rock back and forth, back and forth. "Well," he said. "You look kind of like Sally to me. From the Pumpkin Man movie."

"I don't know who that is."

"She has hair like yours." He mimed out her long, eelike strands of hair with his hands. "And a face like yours, and a pretty dress. She has a pretty song, too. Can you sing?"

"A little. I'm not very good yet." She was looking forward to when her voice came in. Then, she wouldn't be stuck eating rats and snails and anything else that strayed close enough for her to reach.

Her answer seemed to satisfy Clyde. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before anything could come out, the faint sound of a woman's cry came floating down from the hill. Clyde froze. "That's my ma," he said. "I gotta go. Sorry, miss."

He tottered to his feet, waved, and turned to amble off back home. He'd taken only a few steps before he suddenly turned around, eyes wide.

"You'll be here tomorrow, right?" He asked. She nodded. It wasn't as if she could really go anywhere, after all.

Clyde's face lit up like the sun. "'kay! See you tomorrow, then." With another wave, far more cheerful this time, he ran off. She watched him until he was little more than a speck, then sank back below the still waters.

The boy kept to his promise. As soon as the sun had taken its throne high in the sky, he came rushing up again. This time, he had in his hands half of a sandwich. There were bite marks along the side.

He grinned as soon as she broke through the top layer of scum. "Hi, Sally!"

She frowned. "Sally?"

"Mmhm." Clyde plopped down beside her with a little "oof". "Y'said you didn't got a name, right? But everyone needs a name, so- so I was thinking- cause you look like Sally, what if I call you Sally?"

She tilted her head. "If you want. I don't care, though. I don't think I need a name much."

"Everyone needs a name!" The look Clyde gave her was that of abject horror: as if she had just told him the sky was green, not blue. "How do you know if someone's talking to you?"

"'unno. You're the first one."

"The first what?"

"The first one to talk to me."

The look of horror grew, leaving Clyde with his mouth hanging open. "Me?" He whispered. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

"How come?"

She shifted uncomfortably. These were things she'd never really put much thought into. It was just the way they were, ever since she had first opened her eyes and realized her nature. "Just cause. What did you bring with you?"

Clyde perked up. "Lunch. It's a ham sammich. I ate most of it, but I wanted to save some for you." He held it out to her. "Want it?"

Once again, the thought crossed her mind. How easy it would be to grab that arm of his, and just...pull him down. Bringing her lunch, indeed. Rather than giving into that instinct, though, she found herself taking the gift, even if the act confused her. "Thank you," she said.

Something about Clyde's smile filled her up more than the sandwich did. She ate in silence, listening as he rambled on and on about his day. How he'd helped his ma pull weeds in the garden, and how boring math was, and how he almost caught a dragonfly with his bare hands today.

After a while, though, he cut his ramblings short, staring intently down at her. "Hey, Sally?"

"Hm?"

"I told Ma about you, and she said you said you were my 'maginary friend, and that I shouldn't go up to the pond again. Are you really 'maginary?"

"If I was, I wouldn't know, I think. I'd just think I was me."

"Oh. Guess that makes sense." He was back to rocking again, looking pensive. "Hey, Sally?"

"Yeah?"

"Does that mean we're friends?"

"I don't know."

"Is it okay if I say you're my friend?"

She dumped a handful of crumbs into her mouth, shrugging. Yet again, though, Clyde seemed satisfied. Before she really knew what was going on, he had jabbed his pinkie right into her face, lips pressed into a tight line.

"Promise." He pushed the pinkie even closer. "You have to pinkie swear you're my friend. It's the rules."

She hesitated. Her instincts spoke up again in her head, telling her that deals with humans, even made in play, could be a very, very dangerous thing.

But the expectant, hopeful way that Clyde was looking at her made it hard to say no. Gingerly, she wrapped her pinkie around his, and squeezed down. "Friends," she agreed.

He had to go shortly after, but he came back. Every day without fail, he would run down to see her, every time bringing with him a glimpse into his every day life. Given that, as she herself said, she really didn't have much else to do, she didn't mind coming to the surface to listen. It was nice, having company. Good practice for using her voice, at the very least.

A week passed. Then weeks. Then months. Lucky for them, it didn't get cold enough for the pond to develop much more than a ring of frost, so she wasn't left trapped under the ice until spring came around. Clyde's hair grew longer, falling down his forehead in mousy waves. Her voice became clearer, smoother. She never let Clyde listen in on her practicing, though.

She became Sally- really and truly became Sally, she guessed- on the day that Clyde had slipped. He had grown big enough to make a decent enough meal, and like always, there was no one else around. She was feeling a bit hungry that day, too.

She watched him thrash under the water, struggling to get his footing on the muddy bank, before giving him the last push to safety. She patted his back as he choked up brownish water, wheezing, tears streaming down his face.

When he fell onto her, hugging onto her tightly and sobbing into her shoulder, she, very carefully, wrapped her arms around him. Her flesh, grey and sallow, sapped his warmth like a sponge.

A few years passed. The day came where he forgot to visit. Though he came apologizing the afternoon after, she intrinsically understood this was the beginning of the end. Clyde spoke more and more of school and the friends he had made there. He mentioned being busy with homework and helping his ma around the house. He skipped out on another day, and then another.

And then, at one point, he stopped coming altogether.

Sally waited for him at first, but soon came to accept it. He'd thought she was 'maginary, after all. Once he no longer needed her company, it made sense that he would move on. That he would forget about her.

In the absence of company, she was able to grow fully into what she was. She graduated from snails and grubs to larger fish, and, once she learned that the fish served as excellent bait, even larger birds. Once or twice, she even lured over a deer. She feasted well.

There were no humans, though. The only people living in the area were Clyde and his mother, and even when she picked up on the sound of the bright, eager chattering of company from that hill, she felt no desire to sing to them.

It was not long after she had trapped her third deer that the hut fell empty. It stayed that way for several years, and she was left to watch the weeds and wilderness overtake it. Maybe her old friend had died. Or his mother. Or both. There was no way of knowing for sure, really.

There were no more people after that, though. The two residents had been the ones bringing in guests, and now there was no reason for anyone to come around.

She swam around in her pond. She ate. She dreamed. Like she'd said so many years ago, there really wasn't much else for her to do.

And then something changed. She caught the smell of blood that she hadn't spilled.

She didn't recognize the man at first. His hair had darkened to a deep earthy brown. His face, which was once baby smooth, was stubbled. But she recognized the softness of his eyes, roughly around the moment she saw the steadily growing patch of blood that stained the front of his shirt.

Clyde had come back to visit her after so long, only to return to her on death's door.

She concealed herself within the murk as she always had, watching him totter up. He made it right to the bank before his strength left him and he collapsed, clutching at his chest. His blood trickled into her pond, spreading like ink.

Sally breached the surface, looming over him like a vulture. She paused, then tentatively reached her hand out, placing it over his.

His eyes immediately snapped open. A horrid gurgling sound came from his throat as he looked over, not even having the energy to turn his head. There was surprise, there, but no recognition. She wasn't surprised. Clyde wasn't the only one to have grown since their last meeting, after all.

Just like when they had first met, though, there was no fear to be found. Only calm and measured acceptance.

"Clyde," she said, softly. "It's been a while."

His brows raised nearly to the hairline. A wet rattling shuddered from his ribs. "Sally?" Even the word took much out of him: he coughed, hacking up blood, and would have nearly choked on it had she not turned him onto his side.

She nodded. He stared at her for a while that felt much longer than it was, then managed a grin. He had more teeth than before, but they had all been dyed a bright and brilliant red.

"Pro'lly just..." Clyde hacked a glob of something foul onto the soil. "seein' things, but...I'm glad. Didn't wanna...go out alone."

His breath came out in harsh, gasping wheezes. Sally shushed him. Placing her arms under his, she floated him out into the water, bearing his weight. She didn't say anything else. Neither did he. Not much could really be said at a time like this, after all.

They watched the clouds drift far above her heads, and though she said nothing, Sally began to hum softly to him. His eyes stuttered shut. She continued to hum, even as she felt the life drain out of the one friend that she had ever had.

The hum grew louder. From the hill, she could hear the shouts of men, the steady pounding of their feet. Gunfire echoed in the distance. The hum evolved, became a song: soft and sweet and effortlessly lovely. She had never tried it out on humans before, but she had complete faith in its power.

Lives for a life. That sort of trade sounded fair to Sally.

He came to my pond every day to play with his “imaginary” friend. Years later he returns beaten and bloody on deaths door so he can die in the only place he had happy memories, little does he know she is very real and very angry.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 20

*Warning Adult Content*

I look around, not spotting Lylah or Wren anywhere. Lylah's my ride home because Lucien is down at the pack house tonight, so I text the group chat and ask where they are.

"Hey, I saw you earlier. Before you ran away, of course," a male voice says as someone walks up to me.

I look up to see the blonde Alpha from earlier who was staring at me earlier, one of the older guys from the group that was trying to hit on Wren.

Ugh, why is he talking to me?

He's not bad-looking but I have absolutely no interest right now.

I just want to get home.

"My name's Henry. Maybe you've heard of me. I used to play for the team before I graduated."

Did I ask?

That's what I want to say but I don't.

"Oh, cool..." I say politely, turning back to my phone in hopes he'll go away.

To my disappointment, he doesn't.

"Ash, you shouldn't ignore people trying to talk to you," he reaches for my phone and I quickly pull away from him.

"W-what are you doing?" I narrow my eyes at him.

I don't even know who this guy is and he thinks he can just grab at my stuff?

And wait a second, how does he know my name?

"I just wanna talk," Henry frowns as if I've said something offensive.

"Uh, I gotta go. H-have to find my friends," I say before rushing off.

I look back as I leave the bleachers and don't see him anymore.

Phew.

Think I lost him.

I look at my phone and still haven't gotten a text back from either Lylah or Wren yet.

I even try calling but to no avail.

I think they must have their ringers on silent.

Did they already go to the car?

I guess I'll just go to the car and see if they're there and if they're not I'll wait for them 'cause they have to show up eventually.

Lylah didn't have a chance to park in the school parking lot because it was too packed tonight, instead, she parked on a side street in one of the neighborhoods by the school.

It's a bit of a walk but it's not too bad.

I make my way down the sidewalk, turning the corner onto an empty street.

I shiver in the cold, wrapping my arms around myself.

It sure is dark out here.

There aren't even any streetlamps, the moon being the only thing to light my way.

I think about using my flashlight but my phone is nearly out of battery so I don't want to waste it.

I see Lylah's car in distance, seeing no evidence of my two friends whatsoever.

Shoot, they must still be at school.

I pull my phone out again to text them when I hear a leaf crunch behind me.

Before I can turn around, I'm grabbed, something hard smacking against my head and my vision goes dark.

I wake up to the muted rumble of an engine, my head throbbing.

I blink my eyes open, slowly registering my surroundings as my eyes adjust to the dark.

I'm laying down on what feels like a plush cushion.

The panic sets in when I become fully conscious again, struggling to sit up as I realize I'm in the backseat of a car.

Dread filling my stomach, I look to the front seat, at the man who's driving the vehicle.

"Finally awake?" he asks and I recognize Henry's voice.

Fuck.

I'm in deep shit.

I dive for the door handle but a clicking noise immediately locks it and my desperate yanking of it does absolutely nothing.

"We're going at eighty, my sweet. You don't want to try that," he says as he steps on the gas and the car zooms forward on a dark road.

"W-Why are you doing this? Let me go."

I grab at him from the backseat, clawing at his shoulder and arm in an attempt to get him to stop driving.

"Fuck," he swats my arm away, the car swerving a bit. "You wanna crash?"

"Let me go," I shriek again before the car makes a sharp swerve into an empty parking lot, throwing me against the side of the car because I'm not buckled in.

As I'm recovering from the impact, he parks the car before starting to climb into the backseat with me.

"What are you doing? Why are we stopped here?" I ask, not able to stop my voice from raising in pitch which happens when I'm scared.

"Why else do people go to abandoned parking lots at night?" He smirks at me, eyes running down my body.

"No... no, you can't be serious," I shake my head, my eyes begging him to not have the intentions he's implying.

He laughs, reaching over for my face and I shrink back, though not able to avoid his touch.

I shiver as his callused hand closes over my cheek.

"Come on, don't look so distraught. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Then his other hand is reaching over to grab my waist as his face nears mine.

I'm frozen in shock, snapping out of it to realize he's going to kiss me.

No, I can't let my first kiss be taken by him.

I scrunch my eyes shut, putting my hands out in front of me on his chest and pushing him away before his lips touch mine.

"Stop. I-I don't want this..."

"What?" Henry's face changes from pleased to angry.

"Why the hell did you lead me on, then?"

"I didn't. When did I...?"

I'm completely dumbfounded that he thinks that I want this.

He was the one that started bothering me.

"You said I was cool."

"Are you insane? Get off me," I demand, trying to squirm away but he just ignores me and keeps going.

He grabs me forcefully to stop my struggle and pulls my head back by my hair to give access to my neck.

"So soft," he breathes disgustingly against my skin.

"Stop," I cry, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

By now tears are forming in my eyes.

I don't want this.

Not with him.

I only want this with one person.

Then I feel the wetness of his mouth against my neck and go completely berserk.

"No..." I scream out, hitching my leg up to knee him in the stomach.

He grunts in pain, his grip faltering as I slap at him weakly, distressed and crying.

I don't know how to fight back.

I've never been able to fight back before.

"Fucking runt," he hisses angrily, raising his hand and backhanding his knuckles into my face.

I cry out as pain blooms in my cheek, tears streaming from my eyes as I clutch my face, already feeling the bruise forming.

"Don't fucking cry Omega, you were asking for it..."

"Let me go," I say back, going for the door on my side again but he grabs my arm tightly by the wrist and pins it over my head before I can.

"Oh no you don't," he growls, pushing me down against the seat, until I'm completely under him, his iron grip holding me in place.

Shit.

There's no way for me to get away.

He's an Alpha, just too big and too strong.

My small frame stands no chance against him.

His touch is so horrible but there's no way for me to recoil from it, barely able to see anything as tears stream down my face.

"Please, please stop."

"Why are you acting like I'm doing something bad to you?" he says through gritted teeth, hooking his hand under my knee and pulling my leg up.

With my one free hand, I go for his face, scratching at it and he curses as my nails puncture his skin, beads of blood forming across his brow and cheek.

"You little runt..." he grabs me by the hair again, yanking my head up and slamming my face into the window so hard the glass cracks a bit.

For a moment, my world goes dark.

White-hot pain arcs through my forehead.

The pain is shattering, I can't even scream for how bad it hurts.

The noise I do manage to make comes out more like a strangled gurgle as I struggle to intake air, too shocked to function.

All I can see is my stepfather looming over me, calling me that horrible word as he beats me.

And it breaks me inside.

"That shut you up real fast, didn't it?" he sneers, pulling up my shirt.

I glare at him through my red-rimmed eyes, humiliated as his gaze rakes over my rapidly rising and falling bare chest.The alpha chuckles.

"Guess my brother was right about you being a prude."

Wait.

Brother?

And then it hits me, who this guy reminds me of, why he seems so familiar.

The same brown eyes and shaggy blonde hair and the pointed nose.

This guy must be Trent's brother.

Fucking Trent and I'm not surprised because this guy is just as trashy as him, if not worse.

I feel blood running down my face, also tasting the metallic substance in my mouth.

My head is still spinning from hitting the window but in my daze, one thing becomes clear... I'm not going to be able to get out of this, am I?

He's really going to rape me, the thought strikes me and it's so horrible I want to vomit.

I sob as his hands go to my jeans to take them off, undoing the top button.

This is it.

I'm about to scream at him to stop again when I hear the noise of glass shattering, the car door nearest to Henry being ripped clean off, the sound of it crashing onto cement deafening.

Henry's brows crease in confusion for a second before he's being violently pulled off me and dragged out of the car.

I watch in shock as he's thrown to the ground, a familiar figure descending upon him.

Daemon rains punch after punch down on Henry, beating him to the pulp until his face is unrecognizable from all the blood that covers it.

Henry doesn't stand a chance, moaning in pain as he attempts to put his hands up to defend himself.

Daemon looks enraged... more than I have ever seen him, his face distorted by fury as he keeps going.

I whimper, not wanting to see him like this.

Not wanting this violence for my sake.

"Dae-mon," I cry out for him, tears streaming down my face.

At that, he stops, snapping out of his rage-fueled haze to look at me.

Our eyes lock and I realize how disheveled I must look, with my clothes all messed up and blood running down my face.

Embarrassed, I pull my shirt down and button up my jeans with shaky hands.

Daemon growls.

I can see it in his eyes that glow fiery amber.

He wants to hurt Henry more.

He wants to so badly.

So I say his name again.

"Daemon," I reach out for him, my lip trembling.

I see the change in him as I say it.

His eyes soften, his fists unclench, his shoulders relax.

And then he's bolting forward to take me into his arms.

I expect to hate it.

To hate someone touching me after Henry did but all I feel is relief.

Relief as he pulls me from the mess of shattered glass, cradling me in his embrace.

I cling to him desperately, hands fisting in his shirt as I sob into his chest.

With his arms around me, I finally feel safe.

Even when I thought no one would, Daemon came for me.

[demenior]

this doodle got out of hand, but like, sam made new friends, and he’s doing just fine.  stop being weird about it dean. everything is fine.

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

hi!! :3 not sure if the requests for the christmas countdown is still open , but if it is !! can i rq rinne for christmas shopping (dec. 12)?

Christmas Shopping!

w/ Rinne Amagi x GN! Reader

you actually sent this request to me after I already got the 10 i needed, but I was already planning to put Rinne here so it worked out in the end??

Warnings: Nothing! Just Fluff!

When Rinne Amagi, leader of Crazy:B and king of troublemakers asked for you to come with him someplace, the signals were basically blaring inside your head. Not that you actually had a choice, seeing as he already had an arm around your shoulder and started dragging you with him, either not hearing or just straight up ignoring any words of protest coming from you.

To say you didn't like Rinne could be quite the understatement. He'd always do these kinds of unreasonable things, and just expect for you to play along. You know that getting riled up is exactly what he wants, but it's not like you can just bottle up your grievances against him! Even now, he can just squeeze you in tighter as you try to flail around to no avail.

When you realized that trying to escape was just a waste of energy, you decided to just hang your head low and follow his lead. Still though, it did make you a bit embarrassed to be this close to Rinne. Sure, he was crass, loud, and did nothing but cause problems for you; but you know that it's not like he ever did anything with purely bad intentions, and if it really comes down to it, he was objectively a pretty attractive guy.

You quickly dispel such thoughts, realizing that such an intuitive person as him could probably find out what was on your mind if you linger on it for too long. "Amagi-san... Where are we even going?" A sigh made its way out of your mouth at the end of your question.

"Come on now, we're best buds aint' we? Just call me Rinne already!" He lets out that signature hyena laugh of his and you wonder when exactly he started considering you a 'best bud' of his, or maybe he was just trying to get a reaction out of you? I mean, sure maybe to other people you two would seem close, but you know within yourself that you did not like this man at all. You try your best to keep a poker face, and it seems like it was good enough to dissuade him.

"I made it big at the pachinko machine earlier! So now I gotta spend all this cash while I'm still feelin' the high!" Your face sours at that, partly wondering whether or not to even bother scolding him on that awful outlook. When Rinne suddenly stopped, you looked up to see that the two of you were at the entrance of a nearby mall. You sighed again; he really was about to spend his money, wasn't he?

He brings the two of you to the first store he could lay his eyes on, which seemed to be cute store full of plushies and other toys. He grabs a bunch of random stuff off the shelves and shows them to you, his sparkling eyes catching you off guard. "Hey, which of these do you think otouto-kun would like?"

When you look at the things he was presenting, it was quite difficult to make a choice, seeing as he just grabbed all sorts of things. "Hmm..." You took a good look at everything, before coming to a pretty sound conclusion. "If it's your little brother, he'd be plenty happy with anything just as long as it was you that got it, wouldn't he?"

Rinne ponders on your words for a bit, his finger on his chin as he makes a comical thinking face. "I guess so. Still, what looks good here?" He nudges the things back at you, and you take another look at them. There were a bunch of kids' playthings like action figures, dolls, cars, and plushies. Jesus, how old was the target demographic that Rinne was going for?

"I guess this? It's got a sketchy looking face, like you." The fox plush you were pointing at did have quite the strong resemblance to Rinne, and while you'd never admit this next part, it actually looked quite cute. Rinne turned the plush in question to look at him, imitating the dumb smirking expression it had. "cute."

Your eyes widened when you realized what you just said, but you start to thank every known God in existence as it seemed like Rinne didn't hear you. Rinne then turns to look back at you. "What's up? Somethin' on my face?" He moves a bit closer to you, pretty much forcing you to look at his face. When he's up close like this, you really can't help but admire how handsome he is.

You can feel your face start to heat up and decide that literally nothing would be worse than having Rinne see that. "Huh?! Hell if I know, go look at a mirror or something!" Before he could even reply, you brisk walked all the way out, leaning against a nearby wall. You were quite curious as to what he was going to end up buying though, seeing as he showed you some pretty childish options for his younger brother.

You start massaging the space between your eyes, when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. He didn't even seem all that troubled by how you shouted at him earlier. "Alright! Next stop!" He holds you by the wrist and drags you to a jewelry shop, letting you sit down on one of the chairs as he looks at the stuff they had on display.

When you realized this might take a while, you decided to go check some of the stuff out too, seeing some reasonably priced accessories like necklaces, rings, and such. They seemed like the type that Rinne would often wear, so you wonder if this was a shop he frequented.

Your eyes land on a pendant that had a modestly sized jewel of your favorite color on it, making a mental note to come back to this place soon once you had some money to spare. You decided that it would probably best to go back to Rinne, turning around before bumping into something.

You look up to see that Rinne standing right in front you, and you wondered just how long he was there. "Uwah?! What do you think you're doing?!" You quickly made space between the two of you, taking a few steps to the side. Rinne's eyes linger on what you were looking at for a few seconds, before he let out a small chuckle.

"I'll be here a while. I'm not sure what a good gift for MERUMERU would be, so just sit tight somewhere nearby would ya'?" He makes a shooing motion, signaling for you to go and find something else to do. A part of you was kind of disheartened at that, a slight frown appearing on your face before you did as he said.

You were walking around aimlessly, though still close enough to the store so that Rinne could find you easily if he were to finish soon. Though the day has been quite hectic so far, you can't say that you completely hated it. Sometimes you wonder why Rinne even hangs around you, compared to him, you found yourself to be a total square. You can't even admit to yourself that you like him, and you treat him badly because of that.

What if one day he gets tired of that? Of you? To try and shift your thoughts, you slap your cheeks more forcefully than you wanted, having to wince in pain at what you just did. "Ugh... Stupid Rinne." You cover part of your face with the back of your hand, knowing full well that you were blushing quite a bit.

"Oh? Turns out you can call me by my first name!" Your jaw drops when you realize that the worst possible person to have heard you, just heard you. Your mouth starts making all sorts of weird sounds as Rinne pulls your hand down, showing your blushing face to him in all its glory. "Wouldja' look at that? You're way cuter like this, you know?"

Rinne puts on his iconic hyena laugh as he started to poke your cheeks, making you even more embarrassed than ever. "Come on, aren't you gonna' yap at me like usual?" Rinne was more than ready to play this game for the long run, until he realized your eyes were starting to water. "I love you."

"HUHHHHH?! Someone starts crying and THAT'S the first thing you say to them? Just how stupid can you be?!" Rinne didn't even give you time to react before putting you in a headlock and giving you a noogie. "Are you an idiot?! What are you doing!"

"Kyahaha! That's more like it! Can't have you cryin' on me on our first date now can I?" Ugh, just what is this guy talking about? You wanted to complain some more, but you suddenly realized you didn't even want to cry anymore; let alone feel sad. Not that you'd give him any credit for this, seeing as he was the source of your grief to begin with. He lets you go, rustling your hair a bit before a more serious expression appears on his face. "I love you."

"I heard you the first time!" You don't really know why, but you can somehow tell that he was being serious. He's trying to hide it, but you can see how his hands were shaking ever so slightly, and how the tips of his ears were just the slightest twinge of red; though that was hard to make out because of his hair being a similar color.

"I love you." He repeats like a broken record, his piercing blue eyes not wanting to stop looking at you for even a second. "I lo-"

You put your hand over his mouth, your heart not being able to hear that phrase even just one more time. "Okay! I get it! Stop saying it already!" You can hear his muffled voice try to sound out another 'I love you' and you suddenly feel like punching him in the face instead of giving him a proper answer.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, needing what little help you can get in order to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to do. When you decided you were ready, you pulled your hand away from his mouth, looking him in the eyes. "I'll only tell you this once, so clean those ears out and listen up." Rinne's eyes start sparkling, and you suddenly feel a whole new level of nervousness. "I love you too, you big idiot."

You were preparing yourself for whatever it was he would do next, not sure if he would pull you in for a hug, or scream at the top of his lungs, or maybe even admit this whole thing was an elaborate prank. But when none of that happened, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his relative silence. "Hey, Earth to Rinne? You there?"

You shake your head when you receive not even a nod in response. "You still need to finish shopping, don't you? Come on." You realized by now that he probably only came here to buy gifts for his friends, and probably made you help him pick out gifts as a pretense for going out with you.

You turn around and try to look for a good shop for the two of you to visit next when you suddenly feel something around your neck. You tilt your head down to see that the pendant you were looking at earlier was now situated on you. Then, you felt something placed on top of your head, grabbing it with your hand to reveal that it was the fox plush that you found rather cute earlier.

You sighed, finally realizing what was going on here. Rinne probably intended on buying all sorts of stuff that you wanted and then giving them to you as a gift at the end, but without making it obvious to you by disguising it as gifts for his friends.

You grabbed Rinne by the wrist, taking the initiative this time as you point at a nearby shop. "Well? What are you waiting for? You won it big right? I'm not letting you go until I squeeze every last penny out of you!" This time, it was Rinne letting out a sigh as he got dragged from place to place, his wallet bleeding more and more as the day went by.

When Rinne had not even a single cent left, the two of you found yourselves absolutely swarmed with an innumerable number of bags and wrapped presents. Rinne would usually totally hate this kind of situation, after all, not having money means not being able to gamble. But being able to make you smile this much makes him think that maybe it's a price he's more than willing to pay.

"I lo-" Rinne got cut off when he felt you flick your finger right at his forehead.

"I get it, dummy. I'll be in your care from now on, then."

Yep, Rinne knew that he certainly wouldn't regret giving his all to you.

it might be a bit rushed? for that i apologize

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[achaoticeternal]

𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂

DRUIG X ETERNAL!READER

Request: hi! can we get a druig w mahd wryry ! preferably w drama and hurt/comfort thank you!!

Summary: When Druig develops mah'd wryry, you make the choice to stay by his side, for better or for worse. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: angst, brief mentions of rape, mental illness A/N: Reader has electrokinesis and can read minds. I listened to "I Gotta Have My Baby Back" by Ella Fitzgerlad to capture this.

"Alone in a tavern people all around / Laughing and dancing, paintin' the town," You sang while combing your fingers through his hair, letting your nails gently graze his scalp, "Jukebox is playing songs about you / Songs with memories making me blue"

Druig was nestled in between your legs, relaxed as he read one of the books you bought for him the last time you traveled outside the village. He looked peaceful as his eyes skimmed across the pages, absorbing every word and sometimes mumbling quiet thoughts. It was a sight that warmed your heart. As he read, you would draw shapes and letters on his head or shoulders as you continued to hum the familiar tune.

It had been a rather peaceful day in the commune, none of the villagers knocked on your door for any reason and you had convinced Druig to take a day off himself. You could just sense when Druig held too much weight; whether it came from the natural ability or just knowing him. But it was definitely a much-needed day of rest, even if he didn't originally completely agree with you. It was a good thing that you could be rather convincing.

You sat up, causing him to also sit up and scoot back towards your warm body. Two arms snuck around his waist as you hugged him, resting your head against his back, "how is your book, dear?"

"Much better than the Odyssey," he chuckled to himself, before his tone became more teasing, "and far more enjoyable than those cheesy romance books you used to read."

"Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters had fantastic works. It's just some of the more modern works that concern me for the humans," you giggled as you inhaled his scent - mahogany, and lavender, "Remember that I love you."

EDINBURGH 1544

Druig and you had settled in at Ajak's house, thirty years since the two of you had last seen each other or any of the others. However, Ajak had contacted you in a panic which was a rare occurrence. You sought out Druig to join you, hoping that it may patch up old wounds. Yet when you arrived, the most shocking news surprised you. Apparently, some of the townspeople had spotted 'monstrous creatures' whose description was eerily similar to a Deviants.

In the room, you were also joined by all your friends except for Gilgamesh and Thena... for obvious reasons.

"It's good to see you all," Ajak spoke up, "before we leave this place I do need to warn you all. The city and many of the surrounding settlements have been under attack for months now. You may want to intervene, but remember that we only want to track and kill this potential Deviant."

Traveling across the hills, the group took cover in shrubs and trees when possible in order to avoid any unwanted conflict. Families and tired travelers had past by you claiming to be headed towards the castle as a last line of defense. As you kept on the pursuit, you passed a town that had clearly been attacked and looted - a devastating sight. Druig had fallen behind a few steps, his brows furrowed to reveal his heartache for the town. You fell back away from Makkari to join him, taking his hand in yours. It was all the support you could offer him at this moment as you trekked onward.

At one point, the group stopped by Ajak's command, "Makkari, Kingo, Ikaris, and (Y/N) - go forward. The rest of us will stay here as a support and an extra line of defense for the villages."

You squeezed Druig's hand and offered him a smile, "Be right back."

"See you then," He smirked and winked before allowing your hand to fall from his.

Walking with the others, Kingo gave you a strange look, "since when have you and Druig been buddy-buddy?"

"You are oblivious," Makkari signed, Kingo's reaction to the news causing you to laugh.

The four of you had found and defeated a smaller deviant that you had found in a cave, dragging in bodies from one of the towns. Now you were headed back and were in eyesight of your friends who cheered at the true final victory.

Giving hugs and sharing congratulations, you went around until you spotted Druig who stood at the peak of the hill. You sprinted up to him to see what he was looking at, and what you saw broke your heart. A village burning as men grabbed at whatever they wished or snatched at women who begged to be left alone. It was quite the opposite of the festivities behind them.

"Ajak wouldn't let me at least stop them from pillaging or the harm caused to the women or children," he mumbled, jaw tight in anger.

"Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry that you have to see this. I- We'll go back to the commune and everything will be-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Druig's eyes glazed over with a hazy gold that didn't resemble the usually metallic shade. He struck you against the chest, sending you flying back. Faintly, you heard marching growing near the group.

"No, Druig," Ajak gasped as she spotted his figure glaring down at you. He threw a punch at your head, knocking you out cold, then raised his fist again. But before he could, Ikaris grabbed him around the waist and tugged him into the sky.

Druig struggled against Ikaris but freed himself. He began to hurtle back to the ground, but Makkari snatched him and threw him to the ground. The others were occupied with the villagers under Druig's control, attempting not to hurt them but trying to push them back.

As the fight continued, you sat up to see Druig fighting off Makkari and Ikaris with a sword and shield, paired with his abilities. It was messy and heartbreaking when you realized what had come over him - MAH'D WRYRY.

With all the strength in your body, you pulled yourself up from the ground, tumbling towards the fight, "Stop! STOP!"

Makkari spotted you and ran to your side. She picked you up and ran you back towards the battle. Placing you a few feet away from Druig, she caught Ikaris' attention and signed for him to drawback.

You approached Druig cautiously from behind and tried to look into his mind. But no matter how hard you pushed, there was a mental block, similar to Thena's when you tried to help her. You failed her then, but you refused to fail Druig now.

"Druig," you called out to him. Swiftly he turned, swinging his blade and halting it in front of your throat, "Druig, my dear, you know me."

His eyes, still frosted over, darted across your face to examine your features. Still, he held his stance. You raised your hand and pushed the sword away from your neck, "Druig, I need you to come back to me. I need you to listen to my voice."

Slowly as not to alarm him, you raised your hands up to the sides of his face. You traced his jaw in an attempt to soothe him, "Druig, remember that I love you," You spoke softly before sending sparks of electricity into his body. He dropped to the ground; sword and shield now strewn at his side.

Below, the villagers all snapped out of their trance. Sprite made quick work of making the scene disappear before they could realize what had truly happened.

While the team played damage control, you aided Druig's unconscious body. First checking his heartbeat and then taking his head into your lap. You combed through his hair as a tear fell from your cheek to his.

"What do we do now?" Makkari signed to Ajak, as the group stood around you.

The Prime Eternal stepped toward you, concern evident on her face, "I can offer you what I offered to Thena, thirty years ago."

"Maybe he would be nicer if we-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," you shot a glare towards Ikaris and Kingo, livid that they could even consider that, especially now.

"No, no. I will take him back to the commune and care for him there. I can make sure that nothing bad happens to him, but please don't take away his memories," you begged Ajak with a strained voice.

PRESENT DAY

It had been five centuries since you had last seen your fellow Eternals. Yet, your decision to stay with Druig never wavered as the love you felt for each other only grew. He was grateful that you fought for him when others weren't as willing and in return, he made your own little paradise in the Amazon.

Not every day was easy, and the effects of the disease took a strain not only on Druig's mind but his body and spirit too. Yet you wouldn't trade anything in this world or the next to reverse your decision.

"How are you feeling today, dear?" You asked, handing him a cup of tea and a small platter of berries.

"I don't feel quite myself today," He frowned, setting the items down on his bedside table.

"That's okay," You smiled, taking a seat next to him on the bed. He snatched your hand in his own and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"My love, why do you choose to stay by my side?" He raised a brow, "I know I'm not the most pleasant to always be around, but I guess my looks do make up for it."

You giggled at his teasing comment, "I don't stay here. I live here. With you, the person I desire most in this world."

He smiled softly, and you returned it, grateful that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you. It didn't seem to matter the conditions of your livelihood, the two of you belonged together despite any challenges and that is what love is supposed to be.

"(Y/N), my love, thank you for everything you do."

"You don't have to thank me, Druig. All you have to do is... Remember that I love you."

[tom-whore-dleston]

Jung tries to cheer you up after having a shitty week by going on a weekend trip. He tries his best to “relieve” you from your stressful week 👀🫢

Cheer Up and Look Up

Pairing: Jung Kim x f. reader

Genre: smut & some angst

Warnings: sad reader 😔, mirror sex w/ a twist, oral sex (f. receiving), hair pulling, brief tit worship, brief slapping, slight praise kink, implied round 2

Word Count: 1.1k

Notes: In my defense, my brain went into auto pilot and my p word took over. I had no plans of writing but inspo hit me like a bus and we just gotta go with the flow lmao Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

“Oh my god, Jung, yessss!” You whined, throwing your head back against the heart shaped pillows. Your whole body drowned in the pleasure your boyfriend gave you using only his mouth. It had been a very long time since you felt that good and you didn't want it to end.

The past week was a living nightmare. It all started on Monday when you were laid off from your job. Then, life continued to throw curve balls at you until you broke down in the middle of your kitchen over the spilled minute-ready ramen. Jung found you crying on the floor against the refrigerator after arriving home from work. He rushed over to your side, cradling you in his strong arms and pressing soft kisses all over your face. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Jung spoke when you finally calmed down. You tilted your head in confusion when he jumped up and pulled you off the floor. 

“What? Where are we going? And why?” Your head pounded with so many questions. 

“I know this week has been really hard for you,” Jung began, grabbing your hand. “I figured I’d book us a motel out of the city and we can finally have a weekend just by ourselves. It’s nothing extravagant but-”

You cut him off by smashing your lips against his. He smiled sweetly when you met his eyes. “So…what should I pack?”

The next day, you arrived at the said motel. Your jaw dropped as you admired the romantic aesthetic of the room. Everything was red and pink and heart-shaped. It was the corniest room you had ever seen, but you loved it. You loved how Jung planned all of this just for you and him. 

You flung your bags to the side and turned around to kiss Jung on the lips. The momentum of the movement caused you to leap into his arms. As you wrapped your arms and legs around him, he walked you towards the bed, gently placing you atop the silk pink sheets. Before you knew it, you yanked his shirt off him, exposing his chiseled torso and tattoos.

“Baby, we just got here,” Jung smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. “Already wanna break in the bed?”

“After all the hell I went through, I think I deserve it.”

“Fair enough.”

Your boyfriend attached his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue past your lips. As you swept your tongue against his, he rolled up your sundress to expose your stomach and black underwear. Jung trailed his lips down your neck, sliding the straps of your dress down just enough to reveal your breasts. As you began to arch your back, you gasped as you found a mirror the size of your bed hanging from the ceiling.

Jung stopped, “You okay?”

“Yeah, the- uhhh…” Since you were out of breath from his pleasure, all you could bring yourself to do was point to the ceiling. He looked up, meeting your reflection in the mirror. A smirk played across his face as he looked back at you. 

“You like it?” You nodded, warmth flooding to your face and core. “Just watch how good I make you feel in the mirror, okay, baby?” Without another word, your head tilted towards the mirror and you watched Jung lightly suck each peak of your breast with greed. Your eyes stayed glued to his reflection as he traveled down to where you wanted him most. He finally tugged off your panties with his teeth, whimpering softly at how easily he pulled them down. 

“Keep looking up, baby,” Jung murmured against your thighs, leaving feather kisses between his words. “Such a good girl.” The tip of his tongue swept along your slit, savoring the droplets of your arousal on his taste buds. As the taste settled into his senses, a growl erupted from his throat before he dove further between your legs. And that was what led you to where you were now.

You caught your reflection in the mirror above you. Little beads of sweat glistened against your skin and your lipgloss smeared all over your face. Your hips subconsciously rutted against your lover’s face as his tongue dipped into your weeping hole. He smirked against your mound, leading him to burrow his face further in between your legs. His lips latched onto your budding clit, causing you to yelp and roll your eyes until your vision was spotty.

“Fuck yes, Jung!” You sighed loudly as you clutched his soft hair, locking him in place. “Love how you eat my pussy. Feels so good!” You started to look down at the man wedged perfectly at your center, which earned you a firm swat on your thigh. 

“Don’t stop looking up, baby. Want you to see how pretty you look while I enjoy my meal.” His taut hands squeezed your thighs, keeping them spread apart while he licked and sucked your clit and labia. You chanted his name like a prayer as you gazed into the mirror. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror almost made you cum then and there. Jung was right about how pretty and fucked out you looked just from him eating you out. You also noticed how his arm and back muscles flexed while he rapaciously ran his tongue over your folds. It was so sexy you felt the pit in your stomach coil.

“Jung, I-I-I wanna cum-”

“Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” With that, Jung wrapped his lips around your throbbing nub, sucking it as if his life depended on it. Your hips jolted forward and your grip on his hair tightened. A high pitched moan escaped your lips as that coil inside you exploded and evidence of your orgasmic bliss spilled from your pussy. Jung peered up at you while you came down from your high, lapping at the oozing nectar that he craved. He left a soft peck on your clit before climbing up to your face. His mouth and chin shimmered with your release and you swore he had never looked hotter in that moment.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re cumming on my face,” Jung teased, stroking the side of your face. You let out a faltered breath, giggling at his comment.

“You look better with my cum on your face,” you responded, earning a smirk from him. He hummed in satisfaction before stooping down to attack your lips. His hands were all over you, grabbing at anything and everything, and you reciprocated. Once your hands reached the bulge in his pants, Jung groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck me, Jung.”

Jung sat up to unbuckle the leather belt around his waist. “As you wish, my gorgeous girl.”

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[msmarvelwrites]

Eat It Up

Summary: Bucky imagines a family with you, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: oof... Explicit sexual content, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Dub-con, cum eating, cum sharing...

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: Thank you to @sweeterthanthis & @the-iceni-bitch for all your help with beta and edits, I really lost myself in this one. This fic contains dub-con, and though it's tagged as a warning, this your friendly safe sex bestie here to remind you: consent is sexy, in real life we could make sure all people participating in the sex are comfortable, and condoms are for everyone. Wrap it up baby. Special thank you to @remmiesour for requesting “Bucky watching you with your niece” I’m sorry I made it kinky 😂 you know how I feel about kids 🤢

His heart hammered in his chest, watching your small hands as you spun your niece around the room. The smile blooming from your lips, lighting up the small apartment and washing over him like a warm bath. Bucky couldn't explain it, the way his cheeks flushed when you brought your little niece home. But since you did, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

There may have been a moment when Bucky thought he wanted kids; maybe before the war, when things were simpler. But he wasn't the same man he was then. The idea of something so fragile in his hands made him shiver. He could never trust himself with such a delicate heart.

And yet, night after night, you trusted him with yours.

The way you let him in, giving yourself fully, even when he knew he didn't deserve it. So perhaps it was the prospect of starting a family that had him blushing… But the image of you, legs wide open for him, body shivering as he pumped you full of his seed. He couldn't shake the thought of you ripe with his child, tits throbbing and aching for his mouth.

Bucky throbbed at the vision of him later tonight. Holding you down as he stuffed you full, not letting you move until he was sure his come had soaked up into you.

He couldn't take it. And it was growing harder and harder to conceal the effect the daydream had on him. So the moment you sent your niece home, Bucky was on you. He had you on the counter top in seconds, your panties thrown across the kitchen with little care when they landed in the dishwasher.

“Buck, what has gotten into you?” You squealed, throwing your head back to accommodate his lips on your neck. Bucky growled against your skin, ripping your jeans opened as he began fumbling with his own belt.

“You're so good. So good, Doll. Fuck, I gotta’ feel you.” Bucky moaned, his lips melting with yours as he tasted you. You moaned into his mouth, the chaste kiss not nearly long enough as he found that sweet spot behind your ear and sucked.

You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form, hands eagerly pulling at the collar of his shirt.

You and Bucky had been at this game for months now, but this felt different. More urgent. But with his eyes lust blown and tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, how were you to deny him.

You suppressed a moan as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans, his bulging red tip shimmering with precome.

“B-bucky. Do you have a- oh,” You were cut off by your sergeant’s cock piercing your lips and sinking deep inside, your walls fluttering around him. You gasped, hands steadying yourself on his soldier’s shoulders as all thoughts of contraceptive melted from your mind. How could you think of anything when Bucky was rolling his hips against you like that.

“Fuck, youre so tight, baby. So good to me.” Bucky hummed in your ear, thrusting deeper until his cock began to kiss your cervix, the pleasure mixed with pain pulling a gargled moan from your lips. “You want daddy to fuck your little cunt?”

His words halted you for a moment, pressing your palms against his chest and pushing him back a little to assess his face. You and Bucky definitely had your kinks, his vibranium arm being at the top of that list, but this was a new one.

“Daddy?”

“That's right baby.” Bucky growled, unaware you were even questioning him as he continued his assault, his eyes too focused on watching his cock disappear inside of your dripping core.

“Gonna’ fill you up so good.” He growled, the animosity in his tone causing you to shiver, a little overwhelmed by how violently he was dominating you, holding you down with a ferocity you seldom saw without asking for. “Not gonna’ stop until you're nice and stuffed. You like that, Doll?”

You could only nod your head, unsure of what exactly had gotten into him but not really able to object. His grip on your hips was unwavering as his cock began to throb inside of you. He was close, you could feel it.

“That’s it, taking me so well. That’s it, gonna’ make such a good mommy, aren't ya?”

“Y-you’re not w-wearing a- fuck,” You whined, desperate to remind Bucky of how dangerous a situation you both were in. You weren't exactly sure how the serum would have affected his ability to… procreate- but you weren't exactly eager to find out. “Bucky- please. Pull out, I can't-”

With a roar, Bucky came undone. His hips bucked deep inside of you as you felt his come leak down your legs. You gasped, unable to hold back your distress as he slipped from your used hole, his warm spend leaking between your legs.

“Fuck.” Your eyes blew open wide, stomach fluttering as panic and confusion washed over you. Hands still gripping his shoulder, you pant, trying to bring yourself back down from your high and make sense of Bucky’s pure disregard. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Bucky only responded with a lazy grin on his swollen lips, urging you to push him back a few paces. You could feel your anger bubbling, tears bringing your eyes as you let out a frustrated sob. You weren't sure if it was his direct defiance or how close you were to orgasm before he ruined your chances, but you were close to storming out.

But before you had a chance, Bucky was on his knees before you, tongue feverishly dipping between your sloppy folds. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he lapped at your core, a mixture of yourself and his cum coating his lips.

You had to physically suppress the shiver that the grotesque image struck within you. Hands, gripping the edge of the countertop, you whined, desperate for more.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He hummed against your inner thigh, tongue darting back inside of you ate his spend from your cunt. With his nose brushing against your swollen clit, you get out a hushed whimper, your legs tangling around his shoulders.

“I’ll fix it.” he promises as he mercilessly continues to consume you.

Your fingers lock into the short hair on the back of his neck as he doubles down his efforts, index finger slipping into your core as he lapped at the mess he had made. You could feel the coil building in your stomach, the vision of Bucky between your legs, tongue coated in his pleasure into it all became too much.

Toes curling and body vibrating your legs snap against Bucky’s head, but he doesn't stop until you're screaming his name like a prayer. With a final broken sob, you fall apart, your own orgasm spilling against his tongue as he laps you up, eager and desperate to make you his.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hammering so hard you swear he could hear it. And it was quite possible he could with the cruel smirk playing on his swollen lips. You didn't understand it, the way your body buzzed with adrenaline, body trembling with fear and something swirling in your belly that you couldn't quite place.

“Come here, sweet girl.” Buck hummed, your ecstasy coating his swollen lips. You shook your head, a shaky breath tumbling from your mouth as Bucky grabbed your jaw, his cool metal fingers forcing your lips apart.

“Next time you're going to sit with me deep inside of you. But tonight you’re gonna’ swallow every last drop.” Before you could stop, the salty tang of his spend hit your tongue, choking you as it seeped down your throat. “That’s a good girl. You wanted this, remember?”

You could only nod your head, the mixture of yourself and him coating your lips as tears welled in your eyes. Though you didn't recognize the dark stranger looming over your used form, you couldn't help but tremble, eager for ‘next time.’

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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*hands you an AU dump to hoard like a little goblin handing a small coin to a dragon*

OKAY so basically: after the doctor's visit where Izuku learns he's quirkless (I hc that they went when he was about five n' a half), Inko does a little bit of research on quirks and more specifically on her son's notebooks, learns that he's even more brilliant at quirk analysis than she originally suspected, and (after looking at some not great quirkless statistics) she instead informs Izuku that no, he's had a quirk all along! It's an analysis quirk!

So she updates the quirk registry, and Izuku goes through his life believing he has an analysis quirk, albeit teased for being a late bloomer, but he still can't shake the insecurity being quirkless for that one and a half year gave him.

He does research on all sorts of things, hacking, knife throwing, first aid, and building his own support gear and takes to all of it like a duck to water. He also does research on UA's policy for support gear in the entrance exam (cause surely they've gotta have a policy for non-offensive quirks like Koda and Hagakure) and finds that he can take one with him if he builds it himself. He goes fuckin bonkers.

Anyways: he trains with Katsuki, cause they're relationship is pretty good since Izuku has a 'quirk.' They both demolish the entrance exam. (Also Izuku kinda swears a lot because Katsuki rubs off on him)

Aizawa doesn't notice a goddamn thing is amiss until the battle trials on the second day (he decides to shadow All Might that day), where when he was using his quirk to silence his students while Izuku was rambling, he just didn't stop, as if he didn't notice anything was wrong. It happens again during the USJ.

So at some point during the sports festival, Nedzu (who is now intrigued because of Aizawa's complaining) invites Izuku into his office during a free period and lets him go ham on analysis, all while Aizawa is secretly there erasing Izuku's 'quirk.' Nedzu invites Izuku to be his personal student (making Aizawa go grey), he says yes, and then Nedzu drops the absolute BOMBSHELL that Izuku is actually quirkless. Cue an existential crisis.

(Also Izuku gets captured at the training camp alongside Katsuki because of his "analysis quirk," wonder how well that goes for him~)

- Goblin anon (sorry this one was kinda long)

GOBLIN?? DUDE???? HOLY SHIT I KNEW YOUR AUS ARE ALWAYS PHENOMENAL BUT THIS RIGHT HERE??? D U D E

i misunderstood the prompt a bit but i genuinely don’t know how to backtrack, so here you go goblin. sorry again o(TヘTo)

ok first of, inko taking on a stronger stance to support her son? love that of her. like, she doesn’t say sorry when izuku turned to look at her and cried that he can’t be like all might. instead, she took him in her arms and assures him that he will be a great hero. at first, of course half of it is lip service because she doesn’t know how to help her quirkless boy be a hero, since, you know, heroes need quirks.. (or do they)

and then she comes across a quirkless self help group which rang many many warning bells in her head. what kind of life do quirkless people live when a google research of them resulted in subsequent pages of results like how to stay safe when quirkless, or how to find jobs when quirkless, or quirkless mortality rates?

she fears for izuku, until she notices that her son’s smart. too smart for his age, but inko thought she’s just being biased. but izuku’s wit is something many people notice, for an instance, when izuku goes to the park to play and his friends’ (the few ones who stayed) parents tell her that her son’s smart for a quirkless person, she realizes that izuku’s wit is far more vast than normal.

then a thought worms into her head but wouldn’t it be bad to lie…but also, no one would be any the wiser.

further pushed by all the statistics she keeps seeing, or the lack thereof, about quirkless people, she makes the decision and pours it to izuku.

izuku who’s far smarter than his age and understood what his mom is asking from him. izuku who already saw the disparities between quirked and quirkless people at the tender age of five. izuku who knows what it means to lie about something as personal as a quirk, but realizes that it’s necessary for him to do so if he wants to live a “normal” life.

so he agrees; he tells inko that he’ll work even harder to sharpen his mind, and to keep expanding his knowledge.

when izuku’s quirk file is officially updated, he watches how his peers and teachers revert back into treating him as izuku. he regains his old friends, but he chose to drop them because he doesn’t want to surround himself with people who thought he was less for being quirkless.

katsuki stayed, surprisingly. katsuki stayed and everyday he kept bothering izuku to “get your quirk already!” katsuki stayed because he can’t fathom that the smartest boy in their class (of course not as smart as him, psshh) is quirkless. deku couldn’t be quirkless. (but if he found out that izuku, indeed, is, i wonder what would happen…)

katsuki was one of the loudest to celebrate when izuku announced that his quirk arrived.

“finally!” he screams and bothers izuku about the semantics of his quirk. he really wasn’t surprised to find out that izuku has an analysis quirk because he thought that nothing else would better be suited for izuku.

he doesn’t know that izuku pours so much of his time into learning and studying, often bypassing basics and intros to take more of the developed courses that are usually recommended for older ages. he doesn’t know that izuku is just a naturally smart kid with the ability to fill the gaps of his young mind with knowledge upon knowledge, storing and stacking them until he feels that he’s laid a sturdy foundation for his fake quirk.

then izuku began threading into different areas. he learns how to get into cyberspaces; hacking into accounts and delving more into how to access private information. he doesn’t thread too close lest he gets caught, but he learns the logistics of maneuvering around the web and burrowing in empty spaces to branch out his own. he creates and designs web algorithms for himself, just so he doesn’t trigger anyone who is looking into the web movements. he hones this and uses it to access more information.

then when he deems it enough, he turns his attention to something more tangible and something more physical. he learns other ways to be a hero; how to fight without a physical quirk, how to win against bigger opponents, how to use analysis quirk in fights.

izuku becomes more than a fake analysis quirk user; he creates it.

mental quirks are hard to describe, more so to compress, thus he creates new definitions of an analysis quirk. what used to be a silly lie is now a tangible fact that izuku believes in. because what makes a quirk? because what makes analysis a quirk? he learns these semantics (often political) and uses it to his advantage.

then he finally threads to hero analysis. at first it were classmates he analyzed; eyes running quickly at their forms and watching with great interest before calculating everything he’s seen and transversing it with the things he learned, and bridges these two facts together to create an analysis. it was a struggle at first: he didn’t know which to put emphasis on until he realizes, he doesn’t need to. he weaves them together and lets his analysis run long and watches how his hobby comes into fruition.

following his classmates are current heroes. these were more tough and more fun, and any of the information is less shared. he doesn’t tell his classmates or teachers about his analyses, only katsuki. and katsuki’s breath hitch every damn time at izuku’s talent quirk.

it is in their second year of middle school that midoriya begins to incorporate the facts with himself to create physical performances. the issues and things he learned through observing are now practiced by himself. he calculates the best way to fight with a body as petite as his, often taking examples from pro-hero hawks and other women heroes. their agilities and physicality suit izuku’s young body; he doesn’t see the merit in punching his way through things when he physically cannot.

so he learns ways to ease his muscles. he learns ballet and gymnastics; lets his muscles contort and mend themselves anew. he finds his balance and roots himself firmly, and learns to calculate his actions so he doesn’t waste his energy. katsuki doesn’t say anything, but he sees izuku’s dance and falls in love.

then in the spring of their third year of middle school, izuku learns how to build and handle weapons.

this is the easiest. izuku learns that weapons aren’t tools, but extensions of his arms and hands. they are not to be revered and not to be depended on because they can fail. instead, he learns to wield weapons as though they are parts of his bodies. he learns how to use swords and often narrowing to wooden sticks that can be picked up anywhere; he learns how to fire guns and how to hide daggers in his uniform. he learns that his body is the best weapon to use and that tools are just arsenal to help him win.

then he learns how to build them.

by summer, izuku begins reaching into UA’s servers. they are hard codes to crack, but not impossible. it takes him five days to access old entrance exam videos. the next day, the videos are snuffed and he is left to try digging deeper into UA.

he fails.

nezu must have caught onto his codes and proceeded to build walls against it.

so he slithers out. but a five minute video of last year’s entrance exam is enough for izuku because he learns two things: one, heroes must defeat villains and two, heroes must save others.

izuku prepares for this. unknowingly, katsuki is taught these same principles. katsuki would grumble and tell him that he knows what heroes must do, but izuku continues to hammer it down to him.

by the time of the UA entrance exam, izuku falls into the ease of having a fake quirk. he passes the written exam with flying colours and although it took three teachers to approve his support gears (present mic had to pull in powerloader, midnight, and hound dog to ensure that the well designed support gears are made by the hero student examinee and not by a support student examinee. majima saw the works and begged nezu to allow izuku to be his student.), izuku still succeeds and dominates the entrance exam.

when the zero pointer was released, he had flung himself towards the girl crushed by debris and yanks her out. he doesn’t waste a modified grenade to explode the zero pointer because through his calculations, doing so would not only create more collateral damage, but would also endanger the examinee in his arms because she still would be caught in the crossfire.

nezu hums in appreciation from the screening room, after all, smart minds always do think alike.

izuku gets a whopping 92 in the physical aspects of the entrance exam.

katsuki gets 85.

aizawa gleefully takes them in.

izuku thinks that no one will ever know of his and inko’s secret, but one look at nezu’s beady eyes and he knew that the stoat knew. it became a game to them, then. a game to see who else would realize.

and while izuku is smart, he doesn’t realize that nezu has basically taken him as his personal student the moment he and izuku had created a bet.

it takes two months for aizawa to figure things out. surprisingly, he is the only one to do so and he only realizes due to the many untimely attacks of LoV.

——

how angst would it be if katsuki realizes that izuku’s always been quirkless during their captivity in the LoV’s hideout.